#not to mention that my tit is becoming numb in more places

[chronicallyillphoenix]

Have a neuro appointment soon and i am terrified i am going to be laughed at for coming in about such minor symptoms especially since they don't impede on my ability to function. Also afraid they'll be chalked up to anxiety like my psych did when i asked her if it could be a medication side effect. It's literally just my body (especially legs) jerking and twitches but it is driving me up the wall. I have some videos captured from my dog cam and they're all so small but it's something that i have no control over and i hate it. I just want to know *why* it is happening

[topazy]

Tomorrow's promise

Pairing: Daryl Dixon × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence, blood

Chapter: 3.06

Merle was trying to intimidate you by dragging his blade across the metallic table in front of you. The screeching noise caused you to flinch. You had spent the last couple of hours listening to Merle interrogate Glenn, beating him senseless for information, but not once did Glenn break. His actions solidified your reasoning for refusing to tell him anything; you’d rather be tortured than tell him anything.

You were being kept in a bricked-up building; the white paint on the walls has begun to peel off with dampness, and aside from the one door leading in, there was no other exit for you to escape out of.

Standing in front of you, Merle cocks his head to the side and says, “That shirt you’re wearing belongs to my brother.”

“How observant.”

“He gave it to you?”

You roll your eyes and say, “Yes.”

“He ain’t usually one for sharing.”

You say nothing back. Your people would have figured out something was wrong by now, and your brother would have come up with some plan to find you and Glenn. Even if Rick has started to lose his mind, this would force him back into reality.

“Listen, sugar tits. I don’t want to hit a girl, but I will if I need to.”

It’s difficult for you to comprehend that Daryl and Merle are brothers because the older Dixon was so vile in comparison to his younger brother. Merle begins to rant about Rick, Glenn, and T-Dog leaving him on the roof in Atlanta to die. While Merle shares his version of events in which he’s the victim, you manage to loosen the tape bounding your wrists behind your back.

You don’t let anything Merle says rile you up, until he mentions Rick one too many times, and it causes a wave of anger to wash over you.

“All I want to know is where my baby brother is and where that goddamn sheriff is so I can make the son of a bitch pay!”

Using your free hand, you punch Merle in the face; the unexpected blow causes him to stagger back. When he’s stable, he pulls his gun out and hits you in the face, causing blood to pool from your mouth. It takes you a few seconds to register that blood is not just coming from your lower lip; you bring your hand to your mouth and feel that a bottom tooth is missing.

Merle jolts forward and clenches your cheeks with his hand. “Do you have any idea who you’re fucking messing with, girl?”

You smack his hand away. Glaring at him, you say, “I’m y/n Grimes, and when my brother comes for us, I’ll make sure he takes more than your fucking hand this time!”

Merle tenses them out of the room.

—

Your tongue becomes numb when you bite it so hard in an attempt to hold back tears. Since you told Merle nothing, the governor has tried to pry information out of you with various threats. When that didn’t work, he forced you to strip off all the top half of your clothing. When you crossed your arms over your chest to try and cover yourself, he just laughed at you.

The governor was now dragging you roughly by the arm to another part of the building, with Merle and another man leading the way, each of them holding guns in their hands.

You gasped in shock at the sight of Glenn's severe beating upon entering the next room. Blood streamed from his ears, nose, and mouth, while bruises marred his face. His left eye was so swollen that he could hardly open it.

“We’re through with games,” the governor says, pulling out his gun and pointing it at your head. “Now, one of you is going to give up your camp.” When you don’t answer, he lets out a dark chuckle. “No? Let’s see if this gets you talking.”

Feeling a sudden, sharp pain in your lower leg, you stumble forward. One of the men had sliced your calf with a knife. You spit blood from your mouth out onto the ground. “I’m not going to tell you sadistic fucks anything!”

When the governor raises her hand to strike you, Glenn blurts out, “The prison.”

The governor lowers his hand, and Merle asks, “The one near Nunez? The place is overrun.”

“How many?”

When you don’t answer again, the governor points his gun at Glenn. “You have until I count to three, Miss Grimes. One…two…”

“Eleven,” you sob.

“Eleven people cleared that whole prison of walkers?”

You nod.

Enraged, the governor places his hand on your back and pushes you to the ground on his way out. As you weep, Merle and the other man step over your body and out of the room.

Glenn rushes to your side; he tries to help you up, but you refuse since you’d be showing him your bare chest. He takes his top off, hands it to you, then turns around for you to put it on. Once it’s on, you sit upright, and you bend your leg to inspect the bleeding wound. The cut wasn’t big but looked deep.

“Fuck, that looks bad, y/n.” He moves closer to inspect your face. “The governor took your tooth?”

“Merle hit me with his gun.”

Glenn starts to look around for something to help stop the bleeding. The room you were locked in reminds you of the wooden shed in your garden that Shane used to leave his unwanted junk in.

The disgusting treatment you and Glenn received pulls at a memory—something you’d tried so hard to keep locked away inside the back of your mind. In between sobs, you say, “Rick will find us; I’m not sure how, but he will.”

—

When more of the governor's men, led by Merle, came back to torture you for more information, you and Glenn attacked them with makeshift weapons. One of the men tried to force you to stand; you stabbed him in the throat with the sharp edge of a broken pipe, while Glenn tried to tackle Merle, but you were outnumbered.

Forced onto your knees, a sob slips from your lips. The men were reloading their guns behind you, getting ready to kill you with their execution style. Glenn, who looks terrified beside you, holds your hand. “We’re going to be okay; just look at me.”

“I’m never going to see Jace again.”

“Maggie will keep him safe.”

His grip on your hand tightens as the men approach to put sacks over your head.

“It’s been fun catching up,” Merle taunts.

All of a sudden, there’s a loud bang followed by smoke, which makes it hard to breathe with your head covered. Perhaps this was their cruel way of killing you—gassing you to death.

The sack is ripped off your head, and you’re met with a familiar face.

“Rick…”

Everything is chaotic as gunfire lights up the room, but with the smoke, it was hard to see who was shooting. Rick hooks his arm around you and helps you stay upright as you run from the room.

—

As soon as Rick lets go of you to barricade the door, you stumble to the ground. He tries to catch you, but he’s not fast enough. Rick had practically carried you across the street and into a small diner, which luckily had no windows, so hopefully it would give you cover for a little while.

Maggie kneels down and tends to Glenn, who’s leaning back against the counter, while Daryl and Oscar clear the back rooms.

Rick disappears and reappears within seconds, coming out of the kitchen with a tea towel in his hand. Frantically, he ties the fabric around your lower leg, and when you yell in pain, he apologizes, “Sorry, sorry. We gotta get you two out of here.”

“How’s Jace?”

Daryl answers before your brother can. “Aside from missing his mom, the little guy is fine.”

“Carl?”

Rick's eyes soften. “Don’t worry about them right now; they are safe. Everybody in the prison is fine. Y/n, Carol is alive.”

Finally, some good news.

Maggie looks over at your brother and says, “Help me get him up.”

Glenn was starting to look a lot worse, with his face becoming more swollen with each passing moment. You’re unaware of Daryl moving behind you until he hooks his arm around your waist and helps you to your feet.

Daryl presses a kiss into your hair and says, “Shit, what happened to your face?”

“I had the pleasure of meeting your brother.”

He steps back slightly, maintaining his grip without letting go completely. “My brother is here.”

“Daryl, this was Merle,” Glenn slurs as blood mixed with saliva dribbles from his mouth.

“It was him; he did this.”

“You saw him?” Rick asks in disbelief.

Glenn nods, “Face-to-face. He threw a walker at me. He was going to execute us.”

Daryl’s loose grip on you suddenly tightens again. “So, my brothers, is this governor?”

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “He’s somebody else. Merle’s his lieutenant or something.”

“Does he know I’m with you?” Although it was a simple question, the way Daryl was looking at you made you feel it was much deeper.

“He does now,” Glenn says. “Rick I’m sorry, but we told him where the prison was. We couldn’t hold out.”

“Don’t; there is no need to apologize.” Rick says, “We have a car half a mile down the road, and we need to go now before they find us.”

—

The fight to get out of Woodbury, the hellhole of a town the governor runs, was brutal. Someone shot and killed Oscar, and Daryl went missing.

A woman named Michonne waited on the side of the road with you and Glenn. Neither of you were able to walk far, so you stayed while Rick and Maggie had gone back to search for Daryl.

“Y/n! Glenn!”

Hearing your brother's voice, you get to your feet and limp over to the tree line. “Rick, did you find him?”

Your brother nods, panting, and he raises his hand. “Now we have a problem here; I need you to back up.”

You see Daryl and smile, realizing that he's alive, but the spark of happiness you feel quickly falters when you see Merle behind him.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Glenn yells, pointing his gun at Merle.

Michonne points her sword at him and says, “He tried to kill me!”

While the rest of the group argues, Merle leans back against a tree, smirking. He was enjoying the chaos his presence caused. You make your way over to him slowly, which amuses him. “Now, sweetheart—”

You cut him off by head-butting him. “That’s for my missing tooth, you asshole!”

“Hey, now, you hit me first,” he argues.

“After you beat the shit out of Glenn!” You go to take a step closer to him, but Daryl holds you back.

“You hurt her?” He barks.

“Oh, I see how it is.” Merle sneers at his brother before turning his attention back to you. “Listen, girly, we both got a few bunches in, but I had nothing to do with you being dragged around topless; bosom’s on show for all.”

Before Merle can say anything else, Rick is on top of him, punching him repeatedly. At first, nobody intervenes, but when the blows don’t stop, Daryl lets go of you and moves to pull him off. “Rick, that’s enough!”

“Rick! Stop!”

It takes Daryl, Michonne, and Maggie to finally pull your brother off of Merle. The look in Rick’s eyes was almost feral, like one you hadn’t seen in years.

—

You sit in the passenger seat of the car your brother would be driving back, watching as Maggie, Glenn, Rick, and Daryl have a heated conversation in the middle of the road. Leaning your head back, you squeeze your eyes shut. All you wanted was to get back to prison and hold Jace.

You needed to see Jace, Carl, and your niece for yourself to fully believe they were safe.

When the car door opens, you sigh. You already have a sick feeling about what is about to happen. Without opening your eyes, you say, “You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

“They ain’t allowing Merle to come back to the prison.”

You open your eyes to look at Daryl, who’s crouched down to be eye level with you. He appears to be in a state of despair; it's the first time you’ve ever seen him look so defeated. “You surprised me after what he did to me and Glenn?”

“No.”

You rack your brain, trying to find any other solution that didn’t result in Daryl leaving, but there was none. “None of us want you to go.”

“I know,” he says, looking down at the ground. “Merle is coming in and out of consciousness; if I leave him on his own and a walker finds him... He’s my blood; I can’t do that.”

Your eyes cut across the road to Rick, who was patiently waiting. It stung knowing that if the roles were reversed, you wouldn’t leave your brother behind; “we’re your family as well.”

Daryl looks up at you again; this time his eyes are filled with unshed tears. “I just… I need you to know if Merle was able to protect himself. I’d be leaving here to go back to the prison.”

“What about when he’s better?”

“I’ll find my way back to you.”

[90skiyoomi]

bulls in the bronx

kenma x reader

angst

tw: mentions of suicide and depression. this fic can be extremely triggering as there's a strong mention of suicide and description of a suicide attempt so please skip this story if it triggers you easily

it felt like any other day.

getting off work and going home to kenma.

it has become a routine that you have been very fond of as you get to see the love of your life after a stressful day at work.

you'd never thought that tonight would end up like this. it all started because kenma didn't want to get off his games when it was supposed to be a pre planned date night.

you were supposed to takeaway some of his favorite food and have dinner together before having a movie marathon.

it took him almost 3 hours to get off his game when he said "5 more minutes"

at this point, you have already gotten sick of waiting and finished your portion of the food before placing the rest in the fridge for whenever he decides that he's hungry.

one thing led to another and here we are again, quarreling about how you didn't wait for him to finish up and how you were going to just go to bed when you said that you were going to have dinner with him.

you were exhausted.

this wasn't the first time this quarrel happened. you've lost counts on how many time you had to wait for him to finish his god damn games and have a proper meal with you. it felt like you were living with a man child that needed constant reminder to do basic necessities like eating and showering. it was draining.

work hasn't been good too as your boss has been putting more workload on you and not giving you the pay raise that you deserve. what's more frustrating is that the new comer that joined a month ago has already gotten a promotion because she has big tits and she sweet talked her way through it.

it seemed like everything is falling apart and you don't know how to spiral out of this dark hole.

you knew that the medications weren't working anymore so you've stopped taking them for months now. it just made you feel numb and you didn't want to have a pounding headache everytime you take it.

but life was not doing well. life was kenma and it seemed like he's halfway out the door too.

"please don't take this out on me"

cause you're the only thing that's keeping me alive

kenma just looked at you like he was bored.

"i can't do this tonight, i'm going to kuroo's"

the door slammed shut as you were drowning in your own thoughts.

he just left.

what's the point in anything anymore?

your parents have already disowned you for god knows what reason. it seemed like you were going to get fired anyday now. and kenma just seemed so disinterested in you.

everything is falling apart.

at the corner of your eyes, you could see 2 full bottles of anti-depressants on the shelf.

the ones that were left untouched.

you stumbled your way there and grabbed the two bottles, and walked to the kitchen to grab the half bottle of vodka that you never touched for months.

i'm sorry but i made up my mind

you easily swallowed down a bottle of pills and downed it with vodka. you felt the burn from the alcohol going down your throat but nothing can hurt more than life itself.

you didn't expect it to hit you so quickly as you downed the rest of the pills that were left.

and seconds later the bottle of vodka seemed to have finished too.

everything felt like a blur. you were stumbling into the kitchen to get whatever alcohol you can lay hands on.

and then, there was the agonizing pain.

it felt like your stomach was ripping itself apart.

you couldn't stand properly and you were using all your strength to hold yourself up as you reached for that bottle of alcohol.

that's when you hear the doors opening.

and that's when everything went dark.

part two

[pleasantanathema]

Dirty Old Man

Pairing: Kenny Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Dubcon themes in the beginning (it’s later all consensual), Knifeplay (to remove clothing), Captivity/Kidnapping, Slapping, Daddy Kink, Some Assplay, Gagging (on fingers), Choking, One mention of blood, A little bit of bondage, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Age Gap, Kenny is a dirty old man.

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: It’s late, but it’s here! Here’s my part to the Smut Pile’s Western Collab! Please heed the warnings. Kenny is disgusting and I’m disgusting but here we are, fucking Kenny.

           “I told you to stop running away. I’m gettin’ real fuckin’ tired of chasin you down.” Kenny spit the words out like poison, crouching in front of you to place the tip-end of his knife against your corseted chest as a warning.

           You attempted a protest, but the makeshift gag made out of a torn piece of your skirts kept you virtually silent. Your wrists were burning, the rope around them scratching against your skin behind your back. The inn he’d taken you to for the night was damp and dirty, the floor you were tossed into reeking of piss and sour bourbon.

           He had come for you again. You’d had some wistful doubt that he wouldn’t, but like always, he’d tracked you down as easily as hunters do footprints in thick snow. He’d followed your trail and bound you with that thick rope of braided hemp he always kept at his side. Evading him was never easy, but you thought you’d gotten away with it this time when you’d found a meager orphanage to cook at. He hated children—you thought he’d never set foot in the place, but reckoning had come for you in the early hours of the morning, with a dark shadow moving in the corner of the kitchens.

           “You never fuckin’ learn. Maybe this time I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”

           The sharp point of his blade dug into your clothes, the cutting edge purposefully situated between featherbone channels so it could slice at cotton threads.

          You swore against the cloth in your mouth, your curses soaking into the spit-damp fabric. He hooked a finger under the gag digging into your cheek, pulling at the material with a smirk.

          “Got something to say, kid?”

          Slowly, he pulled the torn cloth from your mouth, your head twisting to shake away strings of drool that had attached to the textile.

          “Maybe I like the chase, Kenny,” you hissed out his name, not bothering with the Mr. Ackerman bullshit you’d called him at home.

          He had once been a rather removed presence in your life; he was just that outlaw in the corner who did the terrible things the rich families in your town had the money but not the gall to do. But now he’d become the bane of your existence, the dark thread that always pulled you back into the oppressive home life you were running from. He never seemed to care. If anything, he seemed to take a sick joy in finding you quicker each time you snuck out and ran in a new, farther direction.

          “So we’re on a first name basis now, huh? Good, cause we’re about to get real intimate.”

          “You could make this real fun and actually untie me.”

          “I’m not untying you, ain’t fucking happening. I didn’t spend weeks tracking down a stupid maiden for her daddy for you to run off into the woods the moment I turn my back to piss.”

          You winced a little at his harsh words, still very aware of the cold steel carefully skating through the middle of your chest. The threads of your corset were popping and curling back toward the bone linings.

          “I’m not some fragile maiden.”

          “I don’t give a fuck what you ain’t, what you are is a big pain in my ass. I don’t get paid enough for this shit, so I’m takin’ what I’m owed.”

          The reality of your situation settled in when you felt cool air sweep across your freshly exposed breasts. Your initial thought was to kick him, but when you felt him dig the blade a little too deep into the clothes at your belly, you hesitated. One wrong move and he could be slicing you open accidentally.

          Your wrists pounded with lack of blood flow as you painstakingly tested the knots for slack again. Of course, there wasn’t any. He’d probably tied up hundreds of unfortunate souls in his miserable lifetime.

          A thrill raced across your skin as you heard the knife clatter into the floor, Kenny peeling away the layers of split clothes on your body like he was prudently opening the petals of a rare flower.

          “Well, well, look at you, kid.”

          Grey eyes swirled with mirth and mischief under the brim of his hat, a wicked smile curling across bearded cheeks.

          You felt vulnerable and far too hot, the heat of embarrassment licking over your chest, up your neck, burning at your ears. Worse, blazing excitement was pooling between your legs, the dull thump of pleasure beginning to pound in your head.

          A calloused hand began to paw at the fat of your breast, testing the weight of it in his palm.

          “You’re a fucking pervert.”

          “Never said I ain’t.”

          He flicked your nipple with his comment, chuckling as you gasped. The slight twinge of pain sent a jolt of lightning down your spine, making your fingers dig into the thick rope at your wrists and your head tilt back against the wall. Kenny repeated the motion, rubbing his warm thumb over your nipple before flicking it again. You sucked in a quick breath, making your lungs expand and breasts inch closer to his hands.

          “You like that?” He teased, a finger tracing the sensitive underside of your breast.

          “No.”

          He laughed, “Liar. Your pretty nipples are harder than my cock.”

          Kenny proved his point by cupping both your tits and making you moan, back arching toward him instead of away. Seeing the opportunity, he moved in closer, making the remnants of your skirts bunch around your hips as he pressed himself between your legs. You turned your face away from him when he dipped down to kiss you, making his wet lips and wiry beard press into the curve of your throat.

          He sucked at the tender flesh of your neck, teeth and growls gently scraping against skin.

          “What’s my pa going to think about you taking advantage of me like this?”

          You knew you made a good point—unless Kenny had decided to pack some petticoats and powder into his saddle bags, he couldn’t cover up the carnage he was creating.

          “I’m your daddy for tonight, kid. Maybe if you’re good I won’t even take you home this time.”

          “Really?” You knew your voice portrayed your enthusiasm, but you couldn’t help it. You’d do anything to be free of your family and go make a life of your own.

          Kenny took his time thinking over his response, too busy licking and sucking at the delicate column of your throat. It felt good, too good, even the scratch of his beard had you holding back whimpers. His long fingers were still groping your tits, thumbs rhythmically petting over your peaks.

          You felt like you were engulfed in flames, like the hellfire and brimstone that bible-thumpers warned about were taking over your senses. All because of fucking Kenny Ackerman, the dirtiest old man you’d ever come across.

          Though you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined something like this before, it was hard not to when most of your time had been spent tied up on a saddle with him. The pervert always had the audacity to have his half-hard erection pressing into your lower back as you shifted on the smelly horse. It was difficult not to imagine how it would feel to have him inside of you when the horse’s trot had his cock sliding too perfectly against your ass. You’d spent a few nights imagining how he would manhandle you, rough and impatient, and far more skilled than the boys you’d fooled around with.

          Kenny was a dirty old man, but you had no doubt he could fulfill every naughty fantasy women like you weren’t supposed to dream about.

          You shifted forward a bit, draping your thighs over his so you could get closer, press your aching core against that familiar stiffness in his trousers.

          “I’ll be a good girl, daddy,” you let the name roll off your tongue as you tilted your face down to his, “I promise.”

          You sealed your vow by pressing your mouth to his, a victorious frisson tingling at your nerves when he groaned into your lips. His kiss was rough, one of his hands snaking up to your neck with a vice-like grip to keep you from changing your mind. It made your vision go blurry behind your eyelids, grey spots dancing in the corners of your lashes. He tasted like booze and smoke, remnants of his addictions tainting your tongue. But you kept up with his pace, eager to show him that you would be good, that you wanted this, that you’d let him have you. Even if he did take you back home anyways, at least you’d get a thrilling fuck out of this arrangement.

          “You ain’t never been a good girl,” he rumbled against your lips, “daddy’s gonna have to teach you how to behave.”

          You gasped when he used his leverage on your neck to push you farther into the creaking boards of the wall. Your wrists were trapped between your back and the floor, going more numb by the second. He caged you in completely, had you sitting in his lap with his cock pressed against your damp drawers and one hand tangling into the mess of your skirts.

          “Women and all their fucking clothes,” he snarled down at your half-dressed body. Your eyes went wide as you noticed him reach back for the discarded blade, his other hand still content to press against the sides of your neck.

          “W-wait, I don’t have anything else to wear!”

          “You ain’t going to be needin’ em anyways, kid.”

          Time slowed down like the creeping slush of molasses as you watched Kenny begin to slice through your dress and petticoat, each tug of his wrist sending cotton fibers spilling into the floor. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest and sweat beading on the back of your neck every time the spine of the knife grazed the freshly exposed skin of your thighs. You struggled against the rope and the hand holding you back when he began to cut through the length of your drawers. The blade was too close to your intimate places, grazing against your sweltering flesh and making you whimper.

          “I ain’t gonna cut you, darlin. As much as I wanna carve my name into your skin, I couldn’t stand hurtin’ you.”

          You swallowed thickly and he must’ve felt it, his thumb petting at your neck like he was trying to soothe a scared animal. He stopped cutting at your clothing, lifting his pointed chin so he could look up into your face. He grinned, soft but still wolfish, wrinkles gathering at the corners of his eyes.

          “Gimme a kiss, it’ll make you feel better.”

          You complied, perhaps too happily, slanting your mouth against his and moaning at the rough feel of his black hairs against your cheeks.

          Kenny ripped the rest of the threads from your body with his strong fingers, finishing the work that the knife had started. A weight was lifted off of you when your heavy skirts and the skeleton of your corset finally slipped into the floor to be forgotten. He took particular care in relieving you of your cotton drawers, the shadow of his hat obscuring his face as he marveled at the juncture of your thighs.

          “Look at that pretty pussy, all wet and sloppy just for me.”

          You cried out when he brushed a knuckle between your dripping folds, finger slowly uncurling so it could prod at your tight hole.

          “You always get this wet when you’re around me?”

          “Hard not to when you’re always groping me like some animal.”

          His gaze flickered back up to you, the mixture of a frown and a smirk tugging at his lips. He pressed his palm more firmly against your windpipe, making you choke.

          “Don’t know why I bothered to ungag your smart mouth.”

          “I’ll be goo—” you didn’t have the chance to finish your plea, his long fingers uncurling from your neck only for two of them to abruptly slide past your open lips. Your eyes watered a bit from the thrusting motion of his digits and you could feel your moans vibrate against his skin. He started to push his fingers farther into your mouth, seeing how far he could go before your throat tightened, smirking the whole time. His skin tasted like rawhide and copper, like leather and blood, and you breathlessly traced your tongue along his slim knuckles.

          “Your mouth looks better stuffed,” his other hand resumed teasing your lower lips, “Let’s see how many fingers you can take.”

          You almost bit the knuckles in your mouth when he shoved his middle and index fingers into your tight cunt. You muffled out a squeal, eyes rolling shut when a wave of pleasure splashed over your body with the timing of his fingers pushing inside of you. He wasted no time in stretching you, spreading his strong fingers as he withdrew and pressed back inside of you over and over again.

          Your tongue went still and flat in your mouth, spit pooling around slim fingers that still pressed farther back into your throat with every thrust of his hand between your legs. You could practically hear him grinning like a madman with both of his calloused hands pressing into two of your wet holes. You sucked around his fingers when he touched a sensitive, fleshy patch inside of you, fingers curling against your walls and stroking the spot repeatedly.

          Weightless, you felt weightless in Kenny’s lap, like each thrust of his fingers into your mouth and pussy was sending you higher into the clouds. Even your own fingers had gone limp behind you, no longer clinging to their binds.

          “Not bad, kid. How about another?”

          You screamed around his hand when his ring finger stretched your opening wider, your pussy burning from its invasion. He laughed, a sadistic rumble from his chest that vibrated against your tits. At the feel of your cry, he pushed the fingers against your tongue even farther down to the back of your mouth, making you fight your gag reflex and sputter. Spit was falling from the corners of your mouth and you could feel your slick drooling down your thighs and onto his pumping wrist between your legs.

          “Good girl,” he praised, picking up his already merciless pace, “daddy’s got a big cock, need you to be ready for it.”

          Kenny groaned when you nodded your head, eyes fluttering open to catch his gaze. Some twisted pleasure brewed in your lower stomach as you noticed his lopsided grin, pearl white teeth bared over his full lips.

          “I bet you look so fucking pretty when you cum. Think you can? Can you cum from an old man stuffin’ you full of fingers, darlin?”

          You shivered at his words, your thighs shaking as you felt like you were being pulled apart. The three fingers inside of you knew exactly how to make your head go fuzzy and your nerves wild with pleasure, and it only got more intense when his thumb began to circle your already aching clit. You whimpered around his fingers, finding a momentary reprieve when he pulled them from your lips and admired the drool flowing over his knuckles. But he slid them back in after you caught a quick breath, pumping them at the same speed as the fingers buried into your cunt.

          It was like you were brimming and boiling over with the taste and feel of Kenny. Your mind could barely keep up with the shots of ecstasy stemming from your belly, your toes curling against the cold floor, your wrists rubbed raw from rope. Your lower muscles were starting to clench, spasm, shake, and he groaned.

          “Fuck you’re gettin’ tight. But I’ve got one more place to try.”

          Your brows scrunched together when you felt his ring finger slip from your pussy, only to feel his slim pinky finger prod at the tight pucker of your ass.

          “Kemmy, mf, umph,” you struggled to speak with his fingers stuffed in your mouth.

          You finally bit against his skin when you felt the length of his smallest finger slither into your ass.

          The new sensation rocked you, had you gasping and leaning forward and gagging on his fingers and cumming all at the same time. You screamed as you felt your asshole tighten around his digit, the pleasure of it sending you raring into bliss at full force like you’d just been slammed into a wall. It felt so fucking good, every hole stuffed with him, every muscle clenching and unclenching as he had the nerve to laugh at how easily you came from feeling a finger in your ass.

          “Heh, seems you like that, don’tcha?” He let you ride out the remnants of your orgasm for a few moments, fingers still and just feeling you contract around him.

          Finally, he worked on setting you free of his hold. He took his time with it, each finger sliding out of you painfully slow like he was slowly uncorking a pent-up bottle of champagne. With your mouth free first, you took your time breathing and gathering your wits, looking down into the floor as shame crept over your body. It was all so nasty and dirty, and when he pulled his fingers out from between your legs, you knew all you wanted was more of it.

          “Fuck,” you breathed, surprised when he lifted your chin and placed a rather chaste kiss against your messy mouth.

          “I take it you’ve never had somethin’ in your ass?”

          “N-no, but it…”

          “Feels good, yeah?”

          You shot him a suspicious look, “How would you know?”

          “I’ve been around, kid.”

          Kenny groaned as he sat back, moving you off his lap.

          “My knees are too fucking old for this. Get on the bed.”

          You didn’t know how you could. Your legs felt like pudding and your hands were completely numb behind your back. Kenny walked to the corner of the small bedroom, pulling his suspenders down so he could toss his shirt into the floor. You struggled to move, eyeing the knife in the floor carefully so you didn’t accidentally cut yourself as you fumbled like a little fawn gaining her legs.

          You enjoyed the feel of standing for a moment, leaning back against the wall in all your sloppy nakedness as you watched Kenny dip his hands into the wash bin.

          This was the last thing you expected when you woke up this morning. You’d been free, ready to get started on a cornbread and bean breakfast, only to be kidnapped before you could even lace up your shoes. Now you were watching Kenny Ackerman get undressed and hang that signature bowler hat on the back of the door.

          He looked better without the hat. In fact, he looked so much better naked.

          He had sun kissed skin on his arms and neck from working in the sun, lean sinews of muscle carved over his chest, his thighs. He was dusted in wiry black hair, like someone had taken ash from a fire and doused him in it. And his cock was hard and proud between his legs, long and curved up toward his stomach. Your ego spiked at the thought that you’d made him that way; you were the reason his swollen head was leaking and twitching.

          “Can I touch you now?”

          “What?” He looked puzzled, running a hand through his dark, shoulder length hair. It looked longer than when you last saw him.

          You moved toward him on still shaky legs, making a show of pulling at your hands bound behind your back.

          “Shit, I forgot you were tied up. But you gotta promise me when I cut you loose you ain’t just gonna sprint out that door.”

          “I don’t have any clothes, Kenny.”

          He laughed genuinely at that, scratching at the back of his neck. He’d have to remedy that tomorrow, go out and buy you something to wear so he didn’t parade you around town naked as the day you were born.

          You stayed still as he reached for that big knife of his on the floor, settling up behind you to start gnawing the blade through the thick rope. Your shoulders felt at ease when you felt the slack begin to set into your binds, the last bit of hemp audibly slicing away. You pulled your hands in front of you, immediately rubbing at the raw spots on your wrists. They’d be bruised tomorrow, scab over by the next day.

          Kenny wrapped his arms around you from behind, hands first skimming over your shoulders and upper arms.

          “If you didn’t have such a bad habit of runnin’, I wouldn’t have to do that to you, kid.”

          “You’d run away if you had my life, too.”

          You knew you didn’t need to fill in the blanks for him. He’d been around long enough to know the ins and outs of your story.

          “Suppose I would.”

          He kissed your neck as he walked you to the bed, turning you around so he could crawl up the naked expanse of your body as you laid back against the hay stuffed mattress.

          “Someone as pretty as you don’t deserve someone like me chasin’ after you.” But his confession didn’t stop him from settling between your thighs and bending down to suck one of your nipples into his eager mouth. You moaned, elated to have your hands free so you could tangle your fingers into his long hair.

          “I told you,” you gasped when he bit into your skin hard enough to leave marks, “I like the chase.”

          He licked a long, hot stripe between the valley of your breasts before bringing his face back to yours. You kept your hands in his hair as he leaned down to kiss you, all brute force and greedy tongue like you’d gotten used to before. You were just as hungry for him, your body feeling fresh and ripe after your orgasm and ready to be filled again. You bit at his lower lip, smirking when you got a reaction from him. Your tongue began to map the insides of his mouth, letting the taste of him overwhelm you.

          Kenny was impatient, gripping your hips and spreading you apart again.

          “I like you better when you’re submissive.” He murmured into your mouth, skilled fingers spreading your pussy so the fat head of his cock could rub against you.

          “I said I would be a good girl, daddy.”

          His head dropped to your shoulder with a groan, “I can’t fucking handle you calling me that, kid.”

          “Oh yeah? Is me calling you daddy going to make you cream early, old man?”

          He slid his cock inside of you rough and fast to shut you up. Your head fell farther back against the pillow as you mewled, his fingers still having not prepared you for the feel of his stretching you open. Your walls were snug against him; you could feel every throbbing vein under his silken skin dragging against your insides as he pulled out and pushed into you slowly.

          Each thrust had euphoria blooming from your stomach and spreading across all your extremities. It was like you could suddenly feel everything, the pleasure making the world around you sharpen. Kenny was breathing hotly into your neck, your nipples were painfully hard and sliding against the dark, downy hairs of his chest. Your fingers were coming back to life, your nails scraping against the greyed roots of his hair. Your toes were curling in the air, your thighs and hips burning from bearing the heaviness of Kenny between them. Both your heart and his were beating fast, blood pumping as if in the same drumline together.

          “Fuck you feel so fucking good,” he drawled, “s-so fucking soft, so tight.”

          Little sounds were leaving your parted lips, eyes struggling to stay open as each plunge of Kenny’s cock was engulfing you with ecstasy. He was starting to get a bit punishing with his movements, moving hard and fast inside of you and making you forget yourself. His nails were biting into the fatty flesh of your hips, where half-moon marks would surely adorn your skin in the morning. You’d have hickies on your neck too, especially now as he sunk his teeth into the tender spot where your throat met your shoulder.

          God it felt good to be used, to be wanted. And you knew Kenny wanted you, he’d even said he wanted to carve his name into your skin. Something inside of you told you that he’d want to own you, if you’d let him. You caught a lot of his longing gazes before, whether in the back of the saloon he frequented or the ridiculous dance halls your family drug you to. You’d often wondered if he would fuck you against a wall if you tempted him to, and now you had your long-awaited answer.

          “Oh daddy,” you purred, both purposely and not, little oh’s and mhm’s following behind.

          The name spurred Kenny into a new gait. He shifted back onto his knees swiftly, the same hand from before resuming its chokehold on your neck. You moaned at the familiar contact, the sound trapped behind his spread fingers. He had more power behind his hips from this angle, sending his cock deeper into your depths and into places his long fingers couldn’t reach from before. Your eyes squeezed shut, tiny gasps all that could be formed behind the wall of his hand.

          “Who knew you were such a little slut, darlin. Might keep you around after all.”

          Your tits were bouncing in rhythm with his relentless assault, your hands now fisting into the feather pillow next to your face.

          “F-fucking shit, I—” you were going stupid, is what you were. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth and your brain felt foggy in your head.

          “You’ve got such a dirty mouth on ya,” Kenny put more pressure behind the fist around your neck, the lack of oxygen making it even harder to think than before, “you really do need a daddy to teach you some, fuck, s-some fucking manners.”

          All you could do was nod, completely lost to the feeling of him encompassing you, filling you.

          His free hand pulled at one of your limp legs, hoisting it up and over his shoulder. He smothered your skin with wet kisses, nipping at your ankle and chuckling when he felt the bubbled squeal beneath his palm. The hair on his torso tickled the back of your thigh, adding a new layer of sensation that you didn’t think you could handle. It was too much—Kenny was too much, fucking into you like a feral beast that just got his first taste of sweet flesh.

          “You’re never gettin’ away from me again,” he hissed out between gritted teeth, “you’re mine now.”

          You couldn’t think to respond. Kenny unwrapped his hand from your throat, letting that blood flow return to your head.

          “You hear me?”

          You opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out. All you could focus on was the drumming of his cock hitting your insides, the wet, squelching sounds of your pussy sucking him in.

          The sound of him slapping his hand across your check registered before the pain did. You gasped as your head swung with the force, the side of your face smarting with a throbbing sting.  

          “Say you’re mine, kid.” Seriousness laced his tone, those dangerous, long fingers grasping at your jaw and pulling you to look at him. He leaned forward, curling your leg with him, making you groan at the pleasure and pain mixing as he tested your flexibility. He kept moving inside of you, pace never faltering.

          “Fucking. Say. It.”

          Your heart was racing with adrenaline, a strange concoction of fear and bliss spreading over your consciousness.

          “Y-yours,” you croaked out, wetting your lips with your tongue, “I’m yours, Kenny!”

          You didn’t mean to scream it, but it seemed to please him, that lecherous grin of his spreading over his lips.

          “That’s fucking right. I own this tight, pretty little pussy.”

          He released your jaw only to slap you again, quicker and softer this time, and you moaned the moment he made contact.

          “You like getting slapped around?”

          You turned your face back to him, smirking through the sting, “yes, daddy.”

          The devilishness that swirled in his eyes made your stomach flip. He paused the movements of his hips, letting your cunt flutter and clench at his stilled cock. Your breathing picked up as you registered what was about to happen.

          Kenny hit you with the back of his hand this time, bony knuckles thumping with the quick flick of his wrist. Without his cock moving inside of you, all you could do was bask in the stinging pain left behind on your cheeks. It felt so wrong, but it made the coil in your belly tighten like never before.

          “F-fuck,” you moaned, your balled fists releasing the pillow.

          Without a second thought, you grabbed at his hair, jerking him down to meet your mouth.

          “You better cum inside me after that, daddy, I think I deserve it.”

          “Oh, you deserve it darlin,” he started pumping inside of you again, sending your head flying back and his mouth landing on the pulse of your neck, “gonna fill you to the fucking brim.”

          His movements were cruel, fast, cock ramming inside of you so harshly that you felt it all the way in your throat. Your hand slipped from his hair and found purchase on his back, nails scraping against sweaty flesh. You could feel his rough skin splitting, but you didn’t care, all that mattered anymore was the way his cock slid in between your gummy walls, the way he was moaning your name like a fucking prayer against your skin.

          Kenny’s thumb found your clit, swirling quick, brutal circles over your swollen bud. You could feel yourself clench around him, the sharp pleasure almost painful. You were going to explode. You were going to topple over in ecstasy and it was all because of the wickedness of the dirty old man inside of you.

          “K-Kenny, holy f-fucking god, I-I—”

          He must have felt it before you did. Hot ropes of cum were seeping inside of you the moment you hit the high point of orgasm. Your nails slid down the entirety of his back, slim, warm rivulets of blood following in their wake.

          It was like the bliss never ended. You were caught in the waves of it, each one cresting and falling over and over again as you milked his cock dry, slick and cum pooling between your thighs and soaking the linens.

          Your heart was hammering in your chest. Kenny placed a delicate hand between your breasts, like he was trying to slow it down for you. His small act made the world narrow in around you; the remnants of stinging pain and excruciating pleasure still hummed, but you fell into the quiet of just listening to the two of you breath for a few moments.

          Eventually, your toes went numb. You’d fully forgotten the poor leg that had been curled over his shoulder. You shifted to move, and Kenny got the hint, finally pulling his spent cock from inside of you and rolling over on his back.

          “Shit,” he hissed through his teeth, hand reaching over his shoulder as he met the mattress, “you’ve got fucking claws.”

          You had half a mind to apologize, but you didn’t bother, still basking in the afterglow of sex. Your body was tired, wrists still aching, thighs shaking.

          “You alright?” A warm hand found your cheek, even hotter lips pressing to yours in a soft kiss.

          “Mhm, more than alright.”

          “Didn’t know you had that in you, kid.”

          Kenny pulled you into his chest, long arm curling around your back. His fingers traced soft, swirling patterns on your hip, and you nearly shuddered as you remembered those were the same movements he’d used to abuse your clit. You curled one of your legs over his, needing to get closer, those pesky after-sex hormones and needs clawing at your instincts.

          It felt oddly like home to be pressed up against him, your face against his chest, one of your hands mimicking his and drawing circling in his damp chest hair. He smelled like home, anyways, like earth and spices.

          “You gonna take me home?”

          He was quiet for a second, pressing his lips into your hairline.

          “Nah, I’ll take you someplace safe. Maybe buy you a fucking train ticket so you can get out of this part of the world.”

          “You sure you don’t want to keep me?”

          “Now don’t fucking tempt me with that, kid.”

          “I wouldn’t mind being yours, you know.”

          “You don’t wanna be mine, even if I make you say that shit when I’m fuckin’ you.”

          You knew he was right, but you didn’t offer him an affirmation.

          Maybe you’d let him fuck you for a few more days before you ventured off on your own, maybe you’d convince him to chase you down a few more times just for the thrill of it. Maybe you’d wrap your fists around his suspenders and convince him to run away with you.

          You did like Kenny, after all. Even if he was such a perverted, disgusting old man.

[holylulusworld]

In the books (5) - Fiction becomes reality

Summary: You’re a successful horror book author, specialized in writing about haunted places. Now you follow the Winchesters to write new books.

Pairing: Dean x Author!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, sassy reader, grumpy Dean, love-hate relationship,  tension, Dean being a porn enthusiast, the reader has no shame again and is a teasing little shit in this part, smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, restraints, dominant Dean, aftercare, a hint of fluff, marking, hints of butt stuff (nothing happens)

A/N: My reader’s job got inspired by Stephen King's character Mike Enslin from 1408.

<< Part 4

In the books masterlist

“Our hero slowly unbuttons his pants, never breaking eye contact with the girl he’s about to devour. She’s dripping onto the sheets, moaning as she guesses the size of his dick,” you giggle, biting your lower lip while you watch Dean undress. “He knows she will have the night of her life.”

“Why are you talking like a narrator?” smirking Dean drops his boxers, making an odd noise sounding like a growl or snarl to you. “Dean?”

“You wanted inspiration for your next story, sweetheart,” humming you kneel on the bed, laughing as Dean stands in front of you in his naked glory. “Whaddya say?”

“Thank you, Mr. Winchester?” you giggle, patting Dean’s chest. “I think I got everything I need. This truly was an inspiration.” wondering why you get up from the bed Dean cocks a brow.

“Where are you going? I thought – I mean,” pointing toward his bed Dean watches you in confusion. “Don’t you want an answer to your question?”

“Think about the answer and-“ sliding your fingertips over his back you smirk, “surprise me, Winchester. I’m going to have a snack and will wait for you.”

“I wanted...,“ walking out of the room you smirk to yourself. You’d like to turn around to get a good look at Dean’s ass, but you want to rile the hunter up to let him lose control a little tonight. “Y/N!”

“Come to me if you found out what you want,” closing the door behind you, pressing your back against the wood you inhale deeply to calm your racing heart. You only hope you riled Dean up, not pissed him off.

“That’s how you want to play, huh?” pressed against the wall in the dungeon you whimper silently. Dean sneaked behind you a few minutes before and what can you say – he stripped you bare, bound your wrists behind your back, and now, he has you at his mercy. “I know the answer now.”

“Hmpf,” Dean smirks, hands groping your tits, lips nipping at your shoulder, he enjoys the muffled moans you press out of your throat.

“Bet you’d like to talk right now to tell me about your next book, the weather, and anything in between but-“ he bites your shoulder, makes you cry out at the pain while your pussy clenches around nothing, and your knees are about to give in.

“D-Dean,” he’s taking his time, lets his hands and lips wander all over your body, explores your trembling form with skilled hands. “Please.”

“How do you want me to fuck you, kitten? Rough and fast? Slow and gentle? Hard and mind-blowing,” you moan behind the makeshift gag, knees buckling. “Hard and mind-blowing it is, huh?”

Humming you feel his hands grip your ass roughly, spreading your cheeks.

“Hard-“ you choke out, pushing your ass into Dean’s hands. “I want you.”

“Nah, you are not calling the shots here, sweetheart. I’ll tell you what I’m going to do to you,” whimpering you nod eagerly only for Dean to take his warmth away. “Nothing. You lost your chance to have the night of your life.”

“NO!” you scream behind the gag when he wants to leave the dungeon. “I-I,” you look at Dean, jerking your head toward his crotch. “P-please?”

“Aw, look at my little author. Where is the tough girl wanting to hunt monsters and making fun of me?” Dean muses, hungrily drinking your naked body in. He leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. “What do you want? Shall I fulfill your desires and dreams, fuck you hard and let you know more about me? You’ll get Dean Winchester uncensored if you won’t stop begging me.”

“Ass-“ you growl, “hole.”

“Yeah, I’d like to fuck that one too,” snickering Dean walks back toward you, eyes roaming your trembling body. “But for now,” he unzips his pants, lets his cock slap against your bare ass, “I’ll take your naughty little cunt, writer girl.”

While you grunt anytime he taps his cock against your pussy lips Dean grins behind you.

“I bet,” he whispers against your cheek, pressing his palm against your belly, pushing your ass into his crotch, “you will write the dirtiest porn when I’m done with you – if I didn’t fuck your brains out.”

“Fu-cker,” you squeal around the makeshift gag when he finally inches his way inside your body. Dean nibbles at your ear shell, moaning as he bottoms out. “Thick.”

“Yeah, my little writer. You’re so full of me,” he slowly slides back out, pausing to force another muffled groan out of your throat. “I’ll ruin your cunt and make you useless to all other guys. Only my dick will fit in from now on.”

You wish you could slap his face or tell him to fuck off and don’t be too cocky but the way he starts to move has you on the edge only moments later.

“I’ll take the gag out now to hear all the noises you can make for me,” he removes the gag, tossing it over his shoulder. “So good for me.”

“Winchester,” head hanging low you feel Dean’s rough hands grasp for your bound wrists, holding them in a tight grip. “Ah, you-“

“I what, sweetheart?” he mocks you, but you couldn’t care less; not with the way he grinds against you, dragging his cock over your g-spot. “Fuck you good?”

“So gentle,” you grin, giggling as Dean pushes against your shoulders to force you to bend over. “Hey, don’t stop.”

“I won’t, writer girl,” he growls, gripping your upper arms to drag you onto his length with every thrust. “Gonna fucking ruin you. No one can give you better inspiration for your next porn than I can.”

“Yes, fuck-“ your knees buckle, your arms slowly feel numb, but you don’t give a shit. Dean’s cock hits home with every thrust and you know, he wants you to praise him but for the first time since you met the cocky hunter, you remain silent.

“Scream for me, my famous author,” he pants, speeding up to bring you over the edge. “Let Sammy hear you’re a dirty girl and that you love my dick.”

“Fishing-“ you moan as the sudden orgasm takes your breath away, “for compliments already?” Dean stills again, groans deeply to feel your cunt grip him tightly.

“Ah, what?” pulling out Dean watches your cunt clench around nothing. “Dean?” breathlessly you moan his name, hoping to feel him cum all over you.

“Wait for it,” he growls, now pushing you to the floor, forcing you on your knees. “Have me a little longer,” roughly pushing back inside Dean immediately grips your shoulders. “Feel this?” his flesh slaps against yours, creates a melody of profanities and animalistic noises when you feel another wave build up fast.

“I’m gonna cum again,” your knees scrape painfully over the ground, with every powerful snap of Dean’s hips. “Plea-“ a strangled cry leaves your lips when you come undone, simply closing your eyes to shudder through your orgasm.

“There you go,” you feel his cum coat your ass before you even get the chance to take a breath. “Have me all over you.” He rubs his cum into your skin, making a noise you only ever heard in porn. “Next time, I’ll cum inside.”

“Jesus, Dean!”

“You fuck like an animal but carry me like a gentleman,” you tease, resting your head against Dean’s shoulder when he carries you toward the bathtub. “Aw, you made me a bubble bath.”

“More inspiration for porn,” Dean grins, watching you shake your head violently. “What? Don’t you want to have more sex tonight, sweetheart?”

“Dude, my knees are scratched, my arms still a little numb and my pussy won’t survive another meet up with your dick,” you snicker. “Did I mention you wrecked her? I will sue you if I don’t get it again because you ruined her for any other guy.”

“Guess I’ll have to give it to you-“ grinning Dean pecks your temple, “good tomorrow or later again.”

“Definitely tomorrow. Give my lady parts a break here, Winchester,”  giggles bubble up your throat as Dean carefully puts you into the bathtub. You moan, closing your eyes while Dean starts to clean your body with a soft sponge. “Maybe I will write three books.”

“I inspired two write three books about me?” blinking your eyes open you lean back in the bathtub, watching Dean run the sponge over your thighs. “What will you write, sweetheart?”

“Oh, I will start with the Winchester Mystery House, then there will be a short story about a mysterious man stealing the poor girl's mind while he fucks her in a dark and creepy dungeon, threatening to do it again,” you giggle, splashing water into Dean’s face. “Last but not least, a nice short story about a guy doing awesome aftercare.”

“All of your stories are about me,” humming to himself Dean slides his hand over your thigh to tickle your skin. “I knew that I could fuck your brains out.”

“You’re so full of yourself,” you smirk. “Cocky bastard.”

“Maybe but,” leaning closer Dean pecks your lips, “not half an hour ago you were full of me and liked it, Y/N. From now on, only I’m allowed to inspire your stories.”

“The scary ones,” you deadpan, “or the naughty ones exploring my sexuality and dirty fantasies?” seductively sliding your fingers over his bicep, you batt your eyelashes. “I hope you meant the dirty ones…”

“Definitely the dirty ones,” you lean your back against Dean’s headboard, writing another line. “Uh, he gripped my body, forced me on my knees to overwhelm me with his strength. I screamed, tearing through the silence with my voice to let anyone know he just ruined my vagina.”

“No,” Dean grumbles, pointing at your notebook. “Do not use the word ‘vagina’, it sounds clinical or something. Use pussy, cunt, or sloppy hole.”

“You dirty man, Dean Winchester,” smirking you cross the word vagina out to write pussy. “Better?”

“Better. Now tell them I ruined you for any other guy. That I’m thicker than any dude you ever fucked,” you roll your eyes but truth to be told, Dean was the thickest dick you ever had. “Come on, give me that.”

“Fine, lemme just find the right words,” pinching the bridge of your nose you close your eyes, recalling the previous events. “His thick shaft split me open, ruined me for any guy wanting to-“

“Fuck me,” Dean takes the pen out of your hands, writing ‘fuck me’. “That’s perfect. Now tell them my rough and strong hands gripped your flesh and that you want more.”

“Dude are you a writer now?” you lick your lips, watching Dean snatch the notebook out of your hands to write more lines. “Dean, give it back!”

“No, I will write what I’ll do to you tomorrow,” he grins when you scoot closer to look at the pages, reading the lines Dean wrote.

“You’ll show me how to use a shotgun?” squealing you jump at Dean, arms wrapped tightly around his neck you pepper kisses all over his face. “As I fucked you?”

“I don’t want you to steal one and shoot my ass or something,” nodding you slide your hand over Dean’s chest to pat it gently. “And maybe I like you a little.”

“Last time I checked you weren’t that little…”

The End...

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[lupienne]

The Reality - Negan and Lucille

Hey guys, here’s a little Halloween fic of Negan and Lucille. I started it like two years ago and never felt motivated to finish it. So I finally sat down today on Halloween and wrote the end of it, and while I’m not really happy with it... whatever. Here it is anyway! I think it’s kind of bittersweet, but that’s just me. 

-

The Reality

Gourds were on porches, leaves on the ground, and the stores were filled with pumpkin-flavored everything. The crisp air was a slap to the lungs, in a good way.

I'd always loved Fall, and I'd always looked forward to Halloween. That night when reality wavered on the edge. When you could be dark or light, the opposite of yourself – when you could be anything for just a few hours.

I hadn't been a fan of the days passing by lately. Dread sat like a tumor in my stomach.

The reality was... that reality fucking sucked.

I watched my breath puff out white as I came home on Thursday. Maybe it wouldn't fucking rain this Halloween. We might get snow instead.

After dinner, I polished off a few apple cider donuts, then settled on the couch to watch TV with Lucille. She was quiet and sleepy-eyed as the clock ticked towards my bedtime. The holiday was days away, falling right splat on a Saturday.

“Tony said he found some fuckin' booze flavored like Candy Corn. I hope that's not all he's gonna have, because that's gross as fuck.” I yawned. “What do you think I should dress as? Fuck, I shouldn't have waited until the last minute.”

We always attended Tony Synder's party down the block. I wasn't really crazy about the guy, but I'm not gonna pass up free food or secretly laughing at the neighbor's costumes. (I always looked fucking amazing.) I liked to switch up my style, but Lucille usually dressed as a witch. And not some sloppy, warty green hag...but a hot fucking witch. Her slim figure in a black corset, her tits pushed up, her cascade of black curls falling over one eye. In years past, we'd come home from that party partly drunk and ripping each other's costumes off as we stumbled through the door. God damn. I was almost getting hard thinking of it.

Almost. The past few years, Lucille had me at arm's reach and I couldn't blame her. I was shit, I was an unfaithful piece of shit, but she-

That shit didn't matter anymore.

“He-Man,” she said with a chuckle. “I want to see you rocking that little leather harness.”

“Goddamn, that's right on the edge of indecent exposure. Isn't he practically naked?”

“Why do you think I suggested it?”

“I would make a hot blond.” I slid closer to her, and she nestled against my side. “You gonna be my Bewitching Beauty as always?”

She was quiet for so long I thought she'd fallen asleep.

“...think I'm gonna sit this one out.”

“But why?”

“I don't know. Just not up to it, I guess. But you go, have fun. Maybe you'll find a hot date.”

I swallowed hard. After everything....I couldn't laugh at those types of jokes.

“...Stop that shit. You're the only hot date I want. I don't wanna go alone. We don't have to stay long.”

“Look, Negan, they won't want me there.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Tony adores you, which is why I ain't his biggest fan, cause I know he's always wanted to stick his dick in you-”

She let out a laugh that was more of a scoff. “Doubt he feels that way now. Nobody wants a dying woman at their party, making things awkward.”

I felt like I'd been punched in the goddamn balls. My stomach went to my throat and I roiled with sudden nausea. Eyes burning with acid. I fought it, I fought it motherfuckin' hard . My jaw clenched like I was in rigor mortis, my body shuddering.

“Don't...don't say fucking shit like that.”

She nudged my ribs. “God, calm down, Negan. What about this, huh? I don't have any hair.”

“It's Hallo-fucking-ween. Everyone is wearing a motherfuckin' wig right now. You'll fit right in.”

She leaned her head on my arm. “I'm tired. I'll think about it. Ok?”

That meant no. But it wasn't official yet, so I was gonna stop at the party store and buy that fucking He-Man getup and the best witch wig I could find. She'd change her mind right quick once she saw me in that loincloth.

As she went to bed, I stared out the window at the orange light of our Jack-o-lantern. The nausea had settled back into my bones. A constant undercurrent, moving through my veins like poisoned blood.

Too many tricks, life. Not enough treats.

---

Friday night. I stopped at the party store. The cashier rung up my purchases, then looked me over with a twinkle in her eye. I refused to be flattered – ok, I was kind of fucking flattered. The wig for Lucille was the most expensive they had. If you squinted, it looked nearly like her natural spill of curls.

At home, I put my hand on the package, and felt a rush of fucking darkness come over me. I had to fucking sit there, like so many nights, fighting the thoughts that stung like needles. If I let them keep stinging, the tears would come – the fucking breakdown would follow.

So I fought it. I shut it down. I fucking locked it up, because Lucille doesn't like it when I fall apart – and why should she? I'm the man. I'm supposed to be her rock. She hates it when I cry. I hate it when I cry.

So I fucking smiled when I walked in the door. I smelled Chinese food. Lucille was already piling mine onto a plate – the sweet n' sour chicken I love. All she ordered was a tub of Wonton soup. I frowned, but said nothing. At least she's eating.

She looked at the bag in my hand, and she too, said nothing. “Dinner's ready. And I rented some Halloween movies.”

We ate and watched Child's Play and Micheal Myers and a leprechaun who makes bad jokes. I didn't mention the costume or the party, but I knew I'd be going alone. I spend the last movie wondering how I'll excuse my wife's absence, and how the fuck I'm gonna endure the pity in their eyes. It fucking pissed me off. That they're putting her in the ground already. That she's putting herself there.

“Honey,” she rubbed my tense arm. “You ok?”

“Yeah, babe. Just...indigestion.”

And damn this woman, she got up to make me a cup of peppermint tea. I sat there numb, wondering what the fuck I'm going to do without her.

----

“By the POWER OF GRAYSCALE, behold my glorious sword! ...and by sword, I mean dick.” I adjusted He-Man's fake-fur loincloth. Played with it, flipped it around. I wore some black boxers under it, but I was still worried about...slippage. I looked so fucking ridiculous.

I slid on the blond bob wig, examining the hot mess in the mirror. “Haha, oh yeah! What a fine motherfucker. Jesus H Christ. I am a glutton for punishment. Ok, babe. I'm decent! Come check me out before I head over there!”

“It's Grayskull, not Grayscale. Get it right, Negan.”

The bedroom door swung open and my mouth dropped. My Lucille stood there, the black wig cascading over her shoulders. Her body, slimmer than ever, hugged by a slinky black dress and purple corset. Glitter dusted her chest and cheeks.

“Goddamn, woman.”

“I couldn't miss out on that Candy Corn booze.”

I smiled, but we both knew she wouldn't be drinking that. She'd be spending the night over the toilet. I had to banish that thought fuckin' quick. She already spends too many nights over the toilet.

“I'll taste test it for you first. Let you know exactly how fucking disgusting it is.”

-

We headed down the block, passing early Trick-or-Treaters. The rain had come after all, but merely presented as a pathetic drizzle. The mist in the air diffused the street lamps into yellow balls of light. I wish I'd brought my coat to drape over Lucille's bare shoulders. Spooky music played from our elderly neighbor's house and he waved at us. Lucille waved back.

Tony's yard had become a graveyard of cardboard tombstones and dry ice. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lucy shiver.

“Want me to go back and grab a coat?”

“Don't be dumb. We're almost there.”

On the porch, Tony's tween kid sat in a lawn chair with a bowl of candy. No costume, how quaintly rebellious. She looked bored as fuck until we rolled up, and then she snickered openly. Dear fucking God. I hoped my loincloth was in place. My nipples were like fucking pebbles on either side of the plastic harness. I quickly banged on the door.

Tony opened it. “Negan! And Lucille! Very nice, very nice. Love the costume, although I'd never call you a witch. Or anything rhyming with it.”

We did an obligatory laugh. The tween rolled her eyes.

“You look cold, Negan. Better step inside. I got the lager ready to go.” Tony had the same damn smirk as his kid.

“Why did you pick this costume for me again?” I muttered. We passed through the entryway strung with a beaded curtain of bats and spiders. The living room was bathed in red light and Monster Mash blasted from the stereo. Tony's wife always went all-out with this shit. A skeleton sat in the armchair and fake cobwebs were every-fucking-where. I hoped the dry ice didn't affect Lucy's breathing.

Wifey Tanya came over, hugging Lucille and complimenting our costumes. I glanced down, wondering how they saw her. Did they know the shadowed eyes and gaunt cheeks weren't make-up? Did they notice the weight she'd lost?

I still saw beauty. The cut flower, vibrant and blooming –just don't think of the future, the withering-

Freeze that shit in time. I closed my ears to nothing but the soundtrack of screams and creaking doors, back-lit with the wailing of ghosts. Party guest voices blabbered over it all. We melted into the past. It was another party like the parties of years before. Slightly pathetic in that 'thirty-something's hanging out' kind of way. Laughing too loud. Secretly sizing each other up.

At least the lime green jello shots were good.

So yeah, it was just another lame party, and because of that, it wasn't. Because for a while...we were normal. Lucille laughed. I saw her smiling. Within her costume, she wasn't the Sick One. She was the mischievous witch, mingling with devils and cowboys and kitty cats.

Mrs Tillerman from school was there. She drank too much of that nasty Candy Corn atrocity. I caught her checking me out and I felt – for maybe the first time ever – ashamed. Other women looked at me too, making slightly-tipsy comments in my direction. I was glad Lucille was across the room, no doubt bored out of her mind listening to Ms Crouch talk about her fucking kids. And by kids, I mean her cats.

“Mmm, hello, He-Man. Nice sword. Remember that time after school?” Mrs Tillerman, winking and nudging.

“Sorry, He-Man has no fucking recollection of that.”

She'd sucked my dick once. Just once. That was really enough for me. I think I'd only allowed it because I could. Now, I saw what a fucking piece of trash I was. Hopefully, when she sobered up, she would too.

“You don't?” She took another swig from her solo cup and let out a burp. I quickly turned her in the direction of the bathroom. Just in time, because Lucille was drifting my way.

“Motherfuckin' crowd is getting drunk. There's probably going to be barf in the apple-bobbin' water. As if bobbing for apples isn't fucking gross enough.” I had to yell as The Addam's Family theme blasted from the speakers.

“Yeah.” She looked pale under the glitter.

“You had enough?”

I knew she had. We'd done it, we'd made our appearance, we'd given proof of life. I squeezed her hand, then found our host. I was tired, had papers to grade, been a great party...you know the bullshit, Tony.

-

We walked home silently. I wanted to ask how she was feeling. It was a lump in my throat. She'd probably just be annoyed. Say I was worrying too much. Say she was fine.

The warm glow of our porch washed over us. It sparkled the glitter on her cheeks, flushed pink from the cold. I wanted badly to kiss her. Instead, I fumbled in my He-Man boot for the house key.

Kids screamed and laughed on the street, swinging their bags of candy. It was just another Halloween in a long line of them, stretching out into our future. Maybe ten years from now, our kid would join the others.

Tomorrow, I wouldn't think like this. But tonight – fucking dammit, I was going to pretend we had years ahead of us.

I got the door open, got us in, shut it against the chill.

“Fuck. Don't know if that was worth going to. You have fun?”

The orange glow filtered in through the glass panel of our front door. Moonlight through the windows, silvering the interior. Everything was dark, but sharply edged with white. Lucille turned to face me. She discarded her witch's hat, the wig – no...her hair, looking real and soft and luscious, spilling onto her shoulders. She slowly drew one hand up my naked stomach and my skin shivered under the touch.

“He-Man,” she rasped. “I've put you under my spell.”

“Lucille...?”

“It's Lucianna. Maiden of the Night. And I've cast my spell upon you.”

I imagined she'd gotten that crap from those dumb novels she liked to read. The ones with guys who wished they were as hot as me on the cover. “Oh yeah? What spell is that?”

Her hand drifted under my loincloth. I let out a breath. Shit. I hadn't felt her touch me there for weeks.

“The spell of Lust. I'm irresistible to you.”

She didn't need a spell for that.

She rose to her tiptoes, her cold arms against my chest. “...Negan. Make love to me. “

“...but...Lucille...”

It's too strenuous for you. You'll be tired. I'm afraid I'll hurt you -

She didn't look tired. Her eyes were dark and wide, her skin sparkling. The chilled hands sliding under the plastic harness were strong and sure. Her lips hungrily pressed to my chin. “...Don't resist me, He-Man. Give me this night – a Halloween like we used to have.”

I fucking melted like the half-frozen rain under the burning Halloween moon. What could I do?

“By the power of Grayscale, I pull forth my sword, Lucianna!”

“That's Grayskull, He-man!” She laughed as I backed her to the couch, my hands fumbling at her corset. ��Ooh, that's such a big sword you have. You sure you can lift that thing up?”

“Witch, I'm gonna impale you so fuckin' deep with my hard steel. You just fuckin' wait.”

“Oh, I'm waiting, but you still have your clothes on.”

Heh. Good thing He-Man was half-fucking-naked already. The witch was helpless to my brute strength as I lifted her and carried her into the bedroom.

-

To be honest, there wasn't anything rough or hard about it. Even on devil's night, I had to maintain some sense of restraint. My hands gently stroked ribs under frail skin, planted kisses onto delicate shoulders and licked along a ridge of collarbone. Lucianna, my withering flower, her beauty stretched across bones.

Her hands, digging hard into my shoulders, her legs, wrapping me like squeezing pythons – well, they felt anything but weak.

After, we lay breathing and nestled together. The light outside came and went, broken up by drifting clouds. Lucille's sharpened features were softened. Her wig was still on and still looked real as fuck – money well spent. Her eyes, half-lidded, were tired, but tired in a good fucking way.

“Not a bad fucking Halloween, huh, Lucy?”

“Pretty damn good fucking Halloween,” she whispered.

She closed her eyes, and I watched her, drowsing there in the dark. Her spell was slowly melting away; her magic could only veil the truth so long.

But for a few hours, reality shifted and wavered on the edge. She was alive, she was here, and we would spend our nights beside each other, just like this.

For just the brief span of our last Halloween night, I could have it. It was my reality.

And the reality was... that reality was fucking great.

[silverlightqueen]

don’t wanna fall in love

friends with benefits jimin x reader - smut, angst

word count - 1.5k+

warnings - dirty talk, degradation, dom!jimin, sub!reader themes, jimin loves the word angel, unprotected sex, creampie (I hate that word lmao), bad language, mention of multiple orgasms, I think that’s it

based on Don’t Wanna Fall In Love - Kyle

a/n: I had the idea for this drabble while I was listening to this song on repeat and just wrote it in like 30 minutes so here ya go! unedited as usual, but I hope y’all like it

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‘God, you feel so- fuck! You feel so good, baby girl, oh, my God,’ Jimin groans as he slides into me, the feeling of him filling me up so familiar, so normal.

‘You fill me up so good, baby. Move, please,’ I whine, and he grunts at my words before he pulls out almost completely, just his head nestled between my folds.

‘You want it?’ he asks, and I nearly scream, tired of his hours of teasing.

‘Yes, fuck, Jimin, I want it,’ I whimper, eyes locked with his hooded ones, a smirk on his handsome face.

‘How much? Tell me how much,’ he prompts, and I know that this is his praise kink coming through.

‘So much, baby, so fucking much. I need you, I fucking need you. No one fucks me like you, no one has dick like yours, baby. Just fuck me, please,’ I beg, discarding my pride.

Grinning, practically preening from my words, he doesn’t give me a moment’s notice before slamming all the way back in, my mouth falling open in a silent moan.

Ruthlessly, relentlessly, he pounds into me, grunting and groaning in my ear as my ankles dig into his back and my nails rake down his back.

‘Fuck, you’re so tight, angel, so tight around me, and so wet. You’re gushing for me. Only for me, right? No one else gets you like this, huh?’ he breathes out, his pace relentless, his head dragging against the soft spot inside me, the spot that has tears running down my face from pleasure.

‘Only you, Jimin, only you. God, fuck, harder, Jimin,’ I moan, and he chuckles, sounding abnormally calm when he laughs.

‘Harder? You can barely handle what I’m giving you. Just so desperate for my cock, aren’t you, angel?’ he says, and I nod, the pleasure numbing my mind so much I can’t get any words out.

‘Don’t worry, baby, it’s not one-sided. I love this pussy, love the way it clenches around me, the way it gushes just for me, love the way it fits just perfectly around my cock,’ he whispers into my ear before his mouth moves to under my jaw, sucking on the skin there.

He loves to mark me up.

‘You’re all mine, aren’t you, baby? A good little slut for me. My whore knows just what I want, don’t you?’ he breathes out between hard thrusts, and when his hand snakes down between our bodies, I know he’s close.

‘Yes, Jimin, love being yours, love being your slut. Just want your cock all the time, baby, feels so fucking good,’ I moan, the words falling from between my lips without any thought.

‘You gonna cum for me, angel? Wanna feel you cum around me. Wanna feel you soak my cock like a good little slut. Come on, dirty girl, cum for me,’ he prompts, his softly spoken dirty words going straight from his lips and to my core.

His thumb starts to rub at my clit then, just as he hits my soft spot head on, and I cry out his name, tumbling over the edge without warning.

‘Ah, baby, you’re so good for me, so tight around me,’ he groans as I clench around him, my orgasm washing over me in waves, my head pushed back into the pillow and my back arched up from the bed.

‘Fuck, I’m so close. God, this pussy is so fucking good, angel, you’re so fucking good, just for me,’ he moans out, thrusts becoming more and more erratic, my body falling limp beneath him.

‘Can I cum in you, angel? Tell me quick, I can’t hold on for much longer,’ he groans, hands around my waist in a bruising grip, hips hitting mine every time he thrusts.

Too tired to speak, I dig my ankles into his back, holding him in place, and clench around him, before reaching down to cup his balls, knowing it pushes him over the edge every time.

‘Fuck, angel, I’m gonna cum, fuck!’ he shouts, buried deep inside me, his head falling to rest on my chest, and I feel his hot thick cum hit my walls, filling me up.

We stay still for a little while, my hands in Jimin’s hair, his body on top of mine, but the weight of him gets too much after a few minutes.

When I start to fidget, he gets the message, holding himself up on one hand and pulling out of me with a whispered, ‘fuck.’

The oversensitivity makes me whine, and I feel his cum slowly dribbling out between my folds, his eager eyes watching as it happens, having always had a thing for filling me up only to watch it drip back out.

He gets up off the bed, heading into the bathroom and coming back a moment later with a towel, smiling at me as he holds it up.

He cleans me up, removing the saliva around my mouth (from when I sucked him off), the fluid from around my chest (from when he fucked my tits) and the several lots of cum from my thighs (from the multiple orgasms he’s given me over the past couple hours).

He discards the towel with our clothes on the floor and then hands me a bottle of water, watching carefully as I take a few sips, before he has some of the water too.

‘You okay?’ he asks, lying down beside me, and I nod with a smile.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, I just starting to drop off, and then I hear him sigh before he turns onto his side to look at me.

‘I know I’ve said some things, but I don’t want you to be misled,’ he begins, and I look at him confusedly, our eyes locking in the dim lamp light.

‘I… I’m not interested in any kind of relationship. I know I claim you all the time, but that’s just… in the moment, you know? I just don’t think either of us should even entertain the idea of a relationship,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow, trying not to let my feelings show.

‘Where is this coming from?’ I ask, and he sighs again, rolling onto his back and looking up at the ceiling.

‘I just… I feel like I’m leading you on, but it was never my intention. I just… forgot where I was going. I’m getting too attached to you, but that was never my plan. And I don’t want to ruin things like you, like how things happened with the last girl. She was like you, and we ending up hating each other, because neither of us could let it end. I don’t want that to happen again,’ he says, and I take a moment to process his words.

‘So what are you saying, Jimin? What do you want?’ I ask, and he hesitates for a moment before turning to look at me again.

‘I think… I’m better as your boy, you know? I’d be shitty as your man. Let’s just go back to being friends, yeah?’ he asks, sounding hopeful, and I’m silent for a moment.

‘I’m sorry, angel, but I hope you understand,’ he says, almost pleadingly, and I let out a little laugh.

‘Jimin. I… I hate to say this, but I… I don’t wanna fall in love. I’m happy with just sex. I’m happy with us being exactly how we are now,’ I say, and he nods, looking relieved.

‘I’m glad to hear that, angel. I was just worried, that’s all. I’m just too scared to lose, and I know you are too, so I thought you would feel the same. I’m glad you don’t. But, if you’re okay with it, I… I’m gonna distance myself, because I need to get over you,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow.

‘Distance yourself? How exactly can you distance yourself when we’re doing the most intimate thing people can do?’ I ask sceptically, and he runs a ring-adorned hand through his jet black hair, thinking.

‘No more sleeping over, no more mornings after. No more aftercare,’ he says, and my mouth falls open.

‘Okay, maybe a little bit of aftercare,’ he says with a grin, and I laugh. 

‘But do you get where I’m coming from?’ he asks, and I nod.

‘Completely.’

‘Good. God, I was so worried about this conversation. Thank God we’re on the same page,’ he says with a smile, looking visibly more relaxed, and I smile at him.

After a few moments silence, he sits up.

‘I should, um, head back home then. But, I’ll, uh, I’ll see you soon, yeah?’ he says, and I nod, forcing a smile.

I watch as he redresses himself, eyes entrances with the contours, the curves, the configurations of his beautiful body, the body I’ve become so used to over the past few months.

‘See you later, angel,’ he says once he’s dressed, smiling at me from the door, and I smile back.

‘See you, Jimin,’ I say, stopping myself from telling him to text me when he gets home so that I know that he’s safe.

He wants distance.

I can do that for him.

He leaves without looking at me again, my ears tuned to the sound of his light footsteps heading out towards the front door.

I manage to hold back the tears until I hear the sound of the front door shut behind him.

[impala-dreamer]

Ragdoll

SPN FanFic

~Most of the time curses kill you, sometimes they just cause a ton of problems. But sometimes...very occasionally, they can fulfil one of your darkest desires.~

Dean x Reader x Sam (no wincest), Mentions of Bobby

3,740 Words

Warnings: NSFW!!! Case Angst. Magical Interference. Curse. Established Polygamous Relationship. Brotherly Banter. Magical Transformation Due To Curse. Oral. Face Fucking. Spitroasting. Creampie. Multiple Orgasms. Mentions of Pizza.

A/N: This was a prompt from my 3some Party that just now got done. Thanks to my love @because-imma-lady-assface and thank you to @justcallmeasmodeus and @feelmyroarrrr for reading it over. I hope you all enjoy. I quite love it. 

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Dean stood before the witch, pistol drawn and on the ready. His bowed legs were spread, green eyes locked, shoulders squared.

He took aim.

So did the witch.

The hag pulled her palms apart, conjuring up a ball of red, sparkling light. The air seemed to crackle with lightning as the ball grew, and even Dean, ready to strike, was awed by the pressure in the room. 

In a split second of distraction, Dean dropped his gun just a hair and the witch struck.

The room filled with blinding red light and the electric ball shot across the room at Dean.

He cringed.

Sam yelled.

Y/N screamed.

There was a loud pop and then silence. Dean gasped and opened his eyes, finding the room back to normal and the witch gone. He took a deep breath and patted his chest with both hands, expecting to find a gaping hole or smoking flannel, but he was fine.

Surprised, he looked to his right and smirked at Sam. "Guess the bitch missed."

Sam shook his head and dove towards Dean's feet. "No!"

Y/N was on the floor, laid out, arms and legs twisted beneath her. She'd jumped in front of the spell, taking the hit for Dean.

"Fuck! Y/N, no!" Dean fell to his knees, hands frantically waving over the top of her frozen form, unsure of what to do as worry and guilt swirled in his head.

Sam slid down and scooped her up, nearly knocking Dean on his ass as he forced an arm beneath Y/N's head. He checked her pulse and then slapped her cheek hard, pulling her back to consciousness.

"Jesus fuck!" She shot up out of Sam's arms, pulling in a loud breath that gave Dean permission to breathe as well.

"Damnit, Y/N!" he cursed, turning away so she couldn't see the wetness of relief in his eyes. "Why did you do that!"

Y/N rolled her eyes as Sam helped her up. "You're welcome! Geeze, save a man's life and he gets all snippy…"

"You can't do things like that!" Dean barked, spinning around with fear in his eyes. "You had no idea what that spell was!"

"So I should have just let it hit you and found out?" She pulled away from Sam and wobbled forward a bit. "I don't think so!"

Dean balled his fists. "It could have killed you!"

Y/N grit her teeth. "It could have killed you!" She took a step but her toes felt funny, numb. 

"Damnit, woman!"

"It didn't kill me, so..whatever!" She tossed her hands up in aggravated doneness and attempted to turn away, but Dean grabbed her arm, pulling her back.

"Don't do that again." He held her tight.

"Fine." She softened, shoulders and voice falling gently.

"Liar." He smiled.

"Asshole." She grinned.

"Can we go now?" Sam sighed.

They kissed. 

Sam shook his head and turned for the door.

The drive back to the motel was fairly long as they had tracked the witch almost across the entire county. 

Sam had his nose in the files while Dean worried a hole in his bottom lip, teeth digging in while he hugged the road. 

"No idea what that was?" he asked his brother for the umpteenth time. "You didn't hear anything? No spell? You sure?"

Sam sighed and rubbed his forehead. "I really didn't. I was a little busy fighting off the pitbull. By the way, he nearly chewed through my boot. But I'm fine, thanks."

Y/N sat forward and patted Sam's shoulder. "I'm sorry, baby. We'll get you some new shoes after we dump this cunt in a hole."

Sam grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles gently. 

Y/N noticed vaguely that she couldn't feel the usual stubble atop his lip.

"You still feeling ok?" Dean asked, eyeing her through the rearview. 

Y/N sat back and gave him a tight smile. "I'm fine, Dean…"

"Don't get all annoyed at me," he scoffed. "You did something stupid."

"Yeah, yeah." Y/N rolled her eyes and turned towards the window, crossing her arms as she went. She felt the pressure as she whacked her elbow on the door, but the pain of it wasn't there. She shrugged it off and lay her head down, letting the rumble of the Impala rock her to sleep.

"Hey! We're here!" 

Dean's palm slapped the back of the seat; the cracking leather and his deep voice pulling Y/N awake.

"Yeah," she mumbled, rubbing her drool covered cheek on her shoulder, "I'm up." She sat up, giving herself a sleepy shove away from the door, but she felt heavy, wrong. 

The Impala rocked from side to side as the brothers vacated, doors squeaking on their hinges. Y/N shook her head, trying to clear away the last dregs of slumber, and reached for the door handle. Her shoulder twitched but her hand refused to move. 

"Um."

Thinking perhaps she'd been leaning on a nerve and it fell asleep, Y/N reached for the door with her left hand. 

It refused, barely lifting off of her lap. 

"Um…"

She tried again with both hands, but she could not control her arms; everything below her elbows felt like lead. 

With a small nugget of panic rising in her gut, she tried to wiggle her toes, then turn her ankles, extend her knees, but again- nothing. She could feel the seat beneath her, feel the pressure of trying to move, but her body would not cooperate.

"Um!"

Sam turned as he heard her shout. "What's wrong?" He opened the door and Y/N looked up with a worried but comical smile.

"Hey, so, you know that giant ball of witch power I took to the chest?"

Sam carried her to the room and lay her out on the bed, back propped up by every pillow in the double room. She watched as the boys scuffled about, Sam flipping through a random text, Dean barely concentrating on the computer as his eyes kept coming back to Y/N.

"You sure you're not in pain?" he asked, brow creased with worry.

Y/N smiled gently and attempted to shrug, but her arms, shoulder down, were blocks of granite. "I'm really not," she said honestly. "It's just annoying."

"And you are having no trouble breathing? Anything like that?" Sam inquired, eyes lifting from his book.

"Nope."

“Well, that’s good.”

Dean eyed him suspiciously. “How is this good?”

Sam sighed and put his book aside, giving up on it. “Well, generally, with full-body paralysis like this, the lungs and heart and internal organs are affected as well, usually making it hard for the body to continue… being alive.” Dean sat up, more concerned than ever, but Sam held up a hand. “But that’s not happening here, it seems. Just… she’s gone…”

“Limp,” Dean said sadly. 

“Yeah.” 

“I’m right here, ya know,” Y/N hissed, trying to shake her head in annoyance, but unable to move her neck. “Fuck. Guys…I can’t…” Her voice went high and tight and her eyes wet with frustration. 

Dean left the table and sat by her side, warm fingers closing around her useless hand. “You’re gonna be OK, babygirl. OK?” He smiled sadly and squeezed her fingers. “You can still feel that, right?” 

She tried to nod, but nothing moved. “I can. I… I’m so sorry, Dean. This is a waste of time and I shouldn’t have, I just… I couldn’t watch you get hurt again.”

“Stop that right now.” Dean gave her a true smile and leaned over her, kissing her forehead and then the apple of each cheek, then the tip of her nose. “We’ll fix this.” 

“Dean?” she breathed, almost a hum against him. “I can feel your hand…”

Looking down, he noticed that his left hand had dropped almost automatically to her right breast as he leaned over; nothing unusual or unwanted, just odd in timing. He pulled back almost instantly. 

“I’m... oops.” He laughed and Y/N smiled. 

“It’s OK. I’m glad I can still feel it.”

Dean licked his lip slyly and gave her nipple a quick tweak. Y/N gasped and her eyes fluttered. 

“Oh...ok…” she moaned. “That’s...wow. Yes. Please.”

Dean cocked an eyebrow in interest and let his fingers close around her tit, squeezing gently. 

Her lips parted with a heavy sigh. "Use me, Dean…"

Sam interrupted. “That’s it!” he announced, jumping up and stomping towards the door. “I’m calling Bobby.”

Dean turned to watch him go, shrugging as the door slammed shut. Back to Y/N, he shifted on the bed and cupped both of Y/N’s breasts, watching carefully as her eyes glazed over. 

“Can you feel that?” 

“Yes…”

His thumbs rolled over her nipples until they were hard. “And that?” 

Y/N moaned. “Yeah.”

He leaned down and kissed her slowly, sucking on her bottom lip. “Feel that?”

“Mmm.” Her tongue fell still against his, but her heavy breaths urged him on. 

“And this?” Scratchy lips drifted slowly down across her jaw to settle beneath her ear. 

“Ahh…”

Dean blew a thin stream of air across her ear and he felt her skin pimple beneath his fingertips. “This?”

Y/N made a throaty noise, but her tongue was immobile, her lips stuck slightly parted. He felt so good, so heavy on top of her, but she could do little more than moan and blink. 

He snuck a hand up beneath her shirt, calloused fingertips scraping against her belly. Dean leaned in harder, sucking on her collarbone while he reached for her tit. 

The door opened and closed loudly, Sam bounding in with information on his tongue. He looked up and nearly dropped his phone as he saw Dean molesting Y/N. 

“Dean, what the fuck!” 

“No, no…” Dean defended, climbing off the bed. “She likes it. She can feel it and was talking and asking for it just a minute ago.”

Sam looked over his brother at Y/N who lay like a statue on the pillows. Her head was tilted slightly to the right, her eyes wide and staring, lips parted. “Y/N?” 

She didn’t move, entire body locked in place, but made a noise, pushing out a deep breath. 

“See? She’s fine.” Dean smiled and crossed his arms over his chest, but quickly dropped them as Sam rolled his eyes at Dean’s tented jeans. 

“Ya know…”

Dean cleared his throat. “So, any news?”

Sam put his phone on the table and nodded. “Bobby says it’s a simple Boneca Curse, seems similar to one he saw a few years back. It’s basically just a self-defense tactic to buy time. It should wear off in about six hours. Doesn’t kill you, just turns you into a…”

“Ragdoll.”

“Yeah.”

Dean smirked, looking back at Y/N. “Fun.”

Sam startled. “Is it?”

“Yeah,” Dean confirmed, eyes widening with an idea. “Watch.” 

He returned to the bed and picked up Y/N’s left arm, holding it high and then letting it drop. It hit the bed, bouncing slightly on the crappy mattress, and then went still. 

“Real mature,” Sam scolded. 

Dean ignored him and carefully lifted both of Y/N’s arms above her head. They lay where he put them, gently resting on the pillows. He then spread her legs with care, running his hands firmly up her inner thighs as he went. Finally, he puckered her lips, tilting her chin down a bit. 

“What are you doing?” Sam sighed, trying to remain unaffected by the sexual possibilities. She looked like a sex doll, open and ready to play. 

“Instant bondage, no ropes!” Dean explained, proud of himself. “She can’t move, can’t squirm away. This is awesome.”

Sam shook his head and moved towards the scene. “Can’t give her consent, can’t use her safe word...this isn’t OK, Dean.”

Dean sucked his teeth. "Ya know, back when you didn't have a soul, you would have been all over this."

"Which should tell you something."

Y/N groaned and the boys turned their heads to her.

"I think she's trying to say something," Sam observed, moving to lean his ear to her lips. 

"...ee..ssee…"

Dean looked over his shoulder. "What'd she say?"

"I don't know. I think she said please."

Dean snapped his fingers victoriously. "Told ya! Dude, she was begging for it two minutes ago. Trust me. This is like a huge fantasy for her."

Sam's neck nearly broke it spun around so fast. "She's said that?"

"I mean, not the whole curse thing, but the unable to move…" Dean waved his hands over Y/N, trying to articulate, "...frozen, time stop, sex doll thing. Yeah."

Sam frowned in interest and looked back at Y/N. "Really?"

"What, you guys don't talk about your kinks and stuff?"

Sam shook his head. "No, we talk about normal things like books and art and lore."

Dean laughed. "Your pillow talk needs work, brother."

There was a long pause during which Sam debated his entire life. He thought about Y/N and how much he loved to make her cum like a fountain on his dick, remembered every moral philosophy book he'd ever read and there were a few, then concluded without question that he was in no way going to touch or allow Dean to touch Y/N while she was in such a state.

Just as Sam moved to get up, Y/N made a noise that wasn't too far from but not quite his name, and Sam gave in to the impossibly shady but ultimately alluring situation. He kissed her hard, marveling at the feel of her lips. She was locked in place yet pliable, soft and warm. She couldn't kiss him back, but she moaned appreciatively when Sam bit down on her lip.

Dean took advantage of Sam's distraction and slowly began to undress her, taking care to use gentle fingers as he peeled off her boots, socks, jeans, and panties. When he reached her bare pussy, he let out a whistle that pulled Sam's eyes downwards.

"Look at that, Sammy," he beamed. "Pretty girl's all wet and ready for us."

Sam pinched her nipples through her shirt and watched in amazement as her pussy visibly clenched. "Well now...this may actually be fun."

Dean crawled onto the bed and fit himself between her legs, sitting up on his knees. "Come on, Sam, this was already fun." He grabbed Y/N's ankles gently and pushed, bending her knees as he spread them wider. Again, she stayed where he put her and Dean licked his lips. "So much fun." 

Sam heard a rip of metal and looked back in shock as Dean was unsheathing his cock. 

“You’re not gonna do that,” Sam hissed under his breath. 

Fisting his cock and nudging the tip through Y/N’s already slick hole, Dean;s head wobbled in confusion. “Uh… yeah, I am.”

Y/N moaned happily as Dean pushed inside, just an inch, just to see what she’d do. Of course, she did nothing; body remaining exactly as he’d positioned it, but inside she was screaming for more, begging with all her soul for him to fuck her nice and hard while Sam watched on. 

"Holy shit, she's so wet." Dean nearly purred as he thrust in a bit more, cock swallowed by her slick heat. "So...wet." His eyes rolled closed and he rocked his hips, bottoming out slowly, savoring the moment.

"Fuck." Sam stared at Y/N's blank, doll like expression as Dean began to move. He could feel the bed move with each thrust, hear Dean pushing through her wetness, but Y/N remained unchanged. Despite his worry, it was incredibly hot and he tugged at his jeans awkwardly, trying to give his hardening dick some space.

Dean noticed Sam's discomfort. "You don't have to just sit there like a lump, you know."

Sam twisted around, cheeks rudy with embarrassment. "What?"

"She's...fuck...she's got a mouth, Sam…"

Dean fell forward, hands catching on the mattress beside her waist and shut out the world, focusing on the delicious tightness of Y/N's cunt; imagining what she must be thinking, pretending he could hear her usual moans and screams. 

Sam drew a finger across Y/N's cheek, curling it under her chin when he reached it. Curiously, he gave a little pull and her head turned towards him without a hint of hesitation. "Wow."

Y/N's breath crackled in her throat. He wished he could see a spark, hear a plea, something, anything, but she was a living statue. A true doll ready to be played with. 

It didn't take him long to make the choice, his dick was throbbing painfully in his jeans. 

Gently, he opened her mouth and squeezed her cheeks a bit, forming a beautiful pink circle into which he dipped the head of his cock. Her mouth watered around him and she moaned gratefully.

"Hear that?" Dean asked, voice a husky whisper as he picked up speed, "she always loves a good double stuff."

Sam ignored him, keeping his gaze on Y/N's empty, expressionless eyes as he slowly fucking into her mouth. "God, you're beautiful," he growled, speaking to the ragdoll who couldn't acknowledge. 

Inside, she blushed. Inside, she gagged around his massive cock. Inside, she thrashed and twisted and clawed and tightened and screamed as her body shook with orgasm. 

Outside, she was silent, but her cunt spasmed hard around Dean.

"Holy fuck!" He shivered and pushed up again, thrusting faster. "I think she just came."

"Such a good...fuckdoll," Sam praised, sliding through her lips again. An idea floated through his head and Sam grabbed her left hand, turning her wrist and arranging her fingers so that she cupped his balls perfectly. "So good." 

With a smirk, Dean followed suit, yanking Y/N's shirt up over her chest and placing her right hand on her breast. For fun, he squeezed her fingers so they stayed tight around the soft flesh, dumpling it perfectly. 

"There ya go, baby," he teased. "I know you like to play with your tits when you cum."

Her cunt clenched in response and Dean lifted her knees, hooking them around his sides so he could take her deeper. The new angle made her hum deeply and after four good snaps of Dean's hips, she was cumming again, this time letting loose a hot stream against him. 

"Fuck, Y/N!" Dean grunted with each thrust and then came, unable to hold back any longer. 

He rolled away after a while, pants and shirt a wet mess. He lay on his back and dragged a hand down his face as he caught his breath, amazed that Y/N still had not moved. Her legs were as he'd left them, spread wide, pussy swollen and leaking his cum. He thought for a second about grabbing his phone and snapping a picture to show her later, but it was so far away, and his blood was still relocating back through his limbs.

Now that Sam had her all to himself, he went to town, pulling away to readjust his dollie. She moved so easily, as if she weighed nothing at all, and Sam quickly got her sitting up on her knees. With some effort, her removed her shirt and posed her hands to cup her naked tits, offering them up to him.

"You're way too into this, dude," Dean laughed, watching from his spot.

"Go take a shower," Sam snapped, maneuvering her head to sit where he wanted. 

"Whatever."

The bathroom door slammed and Sam pushed his fingers through Y/N's hair, tangling tightly so he could pull her head back and forth. 

Wide eyes stared, flat tongue lay still, heart raced.

Sam fucked her face until he felt her gag, jabbing his hips into her again and again. Tears fell and her voice rumbled; Sam went faster.

When he was close, he pulled out and took over, staring down at her pretty tits as he jerked himself off, aiming for her presented nipples as his target.

"Fuck! Goddammit, shit!" 

Y/N stayed still, a living statue painted with his hot cum, face not showing a glimpse of the bliss rolling inside. She came again, mind blown as her cunt pulsed, soaking into the bed below.

Out of breath and growling, Sam hopped down off of the bed and grabbed her face in one hand, turning her lips upwards for a deep kiss. 

"Thanks," he whispered.

Deep inside, Y/N thanked him in return.

"Go get me pizza," Y/N mumbled, stretching out her arms and nearly rolling out of bed.

Dean's head snapped towards her and he got up from the couch. "Hey, baby," he smiled, coming to sit by her side. "Feeling better?"

"I'm starving. Please go get me pizza." 

He laughed and kissed her forehead, relieved the spell was fading. "Sam went to get some food."

"Good."

On cue, Sam was there, struggling to open the door with two paper bags and a cup holder in his hands. "Please, don't help," he sassed.

Dean shrugged. "Wasn't gonna."

Sam dropped dinner on the table and pulled a soda out for Y/N. "Drink," he said, shoving a straw in her face. "You need sugar."

"Think I already got some," she teased, reaching out to pinch his ass. 

"You back to normal?"

She sighed and nodded. "I feel everything again. I'm back to normal." For emphasis, she wagged her fingers at him and winked. "All good. Sadly."

Sam cocked his head. "Sadly?"

"I mean… That was a fucking dream come true," she sighed and took a drink, staring off into nothing, remembering.

"Was pretty awesome," Dean agreed.

Sam smiled reluctantly. "It was."

Dean laughed. "Especially round two when you put her on the table and-"

"Oh, that was hot!" Y/N cut in, nodding enthusiastically. "And when you used the-"

Sam threw up his hands, done. "OK. It was hot! Do we need to talk about every detail?"

Y/N shrugged and chewed her straw. "I'm just saying...if you ever wanna use bedsheets like that again...I'm down."

Sam's face burned bright. "Please stop."

Dean laughed and fished a but her from the bag. "Such a prude, Sammy. Embrace your inner freak."

"Shut up!"

"Bitch!"

"Jerk!"

"I love you guys." Y/N sighed, sinking back against the pillows with a very satisfied smile.

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Class of Temptation - CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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No mention of Cillian’s true family or relatives. All names are made up.

This is a TEACHER x STUDENT fanfiction, it’s going to be kinky and very taboo!

I will write whenever the mood grabs me, so I apologise if there are long breaks between chapters :)

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Background: Tessa is a twenty-three-year-old model from a broken-up family, living in London with her best friend and starting a course on Drama and Theatre. Though, when she gets closer to the super hot Mr Murphy who is her much older teacher, there is a battle of lust and love between them. They’ll have to figure out what to do with their tight relationship as other issues begin to rise and nip at their heels…

Word Count: 4,608

!!Warnings!!: Sex scene at the end/

Chapter Name: Love with A Dash of... GET OUT!

Brief Chapter Outline: Tessa feels much better after a good talk with Elijah, there is a heart to heart then Tessa returns home to find her apartment trashed. She spends the next few days with Elijah cleaning up and giving Esther a good wake-up call...

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Last night was emotional for Tessa. She had spoken about the divorce her parents had gone through, the pain and fear she felt at that time despite not remembering much. Though her father had explained to her years later why they had left Sydney. Her mother was a heavy drinker and was putting her father into debt from her gambling and drinking. He had tried to get her help but she became aggressive and abusive and even threatened to kill Tessa and her two sisters. She told Elijah how her mother had gotten to that point, she became depressed after she had Tessa and did not like how her father was becoming successful at that point as she had only a lowly retail job. Her father supposedly said she refused to work for his company as her mother wanted to do her own thing. But still, the whole moving bit was intense and she had to integrate quickly to her new school life as well as try to learn a new language. Eventually, she was homeschooled before she reached seventeen, and when Grace had come into the spotlight. There Tessa struggled to talk and could not speak about those few years as they were too painful and she was not ready to let Elijah know what happened to her in her very own home. But she figured he had a hunch as to why she reacted the way she did that morning she went down on him and with the whole holding her head there.

But now? Tessa felt a little... Lighter, a bit of weight being taken off. Elijah had been nothing but supportive and listened to her talk, he wiped her tears away and let her take her time. Then after it all, he made her hot chocolate and made one hell of a ham and cheese toast at two in the morning. Then he held her till they both fell asleep.

Now awake and curled up on her side, she cuddled his pillow close and wore his shirt. She could hear him chatting with his flatmate in the kitchen as he cooked breakfast for her, music from some rock band played lightly from Jamie's bedroom which was much louder before and it woke them up.

Elijah came into his room not too long after with two plates of steaming scrambled eggs, Nutella toast, baked beans and bacon. "Thought you might need a good boost for this fine morning." He grinned.

Tess laughed as she rolled over and pushed herself up and took the plate for him, "Thanks, Eli." She looked down and groaned, "Looks freaking amazing."

"Thanks. Pro of having a mother who loved cooking and passed it down to me." He said as he sat down beside her and crossed his legs. He had no shirt, hence why it was on her.

"Mm, might have to come here more often." She mused as she dug in.

"Please do. Jamie can be such a bore." Elijah whined.

"Heard that asshole," Jamie said as he walked by in just his shorts which did nothing to hide his junk.

"Hey! Be decent! A pretty lady is here!" Elijah grumbled.

Tessa giggled, "I'm pretty?"

"Indeed you are! So pretty, prettier than Scarlett Johansson." He admitted.

Tessa gasped. She knew how much of a fan he was for her, "Wow! Elijah! This is like... Groundbreaking! You love her!"

"I did." He whispered his cheeks suddenly going red.

"You did? What changed?" She set her empty plate aside as she used a tissue to wipe her lips and her hands.

"You." He said with no hesitation as he met her eyes.

She frowned a little, "What...?"

"You did, Tessa. I've found my little fighter." He smiled as he set his own plate aside and came close to her, taking her hands, "I am falling for you and I would love to call you my girlfriend."

Tessa stared at him, no emotions on her face. She was shocked.

"Tess? Have... Have I come on too strong...? Oh, fuck. Tessa I-" He stuttered.

Tessa pounced on him and he fell back with her on top, she peppered his face with kisses and was grinning like an idiot, "You are such a sweetheart, Elijah. I am honoured to be your girlfriend."

"So you're okay with this? Us being a thing?" He placed his hands on her hips.

"More than okay." She leaned down and kissed him deeply, "Boyfie." She giggled and his arms wrapped around her more. They kissed for some time, exchanging plenty of cute and heartfelt words.

But Elijah had to get ready for work but he would make it up to her later today with something special to celebrate this day.

"You're welcome to stay here as long as needed, Jamie will behave and be in his room smoking pot." Elijah was dressed nicely for his job which he worked for three days a week. She had yet to see him at Calvin Kleins.

"I'd love to, but I really gotta go home. Have things to work on." She got up and fixed up his tie and pulled on his jacket.

"Okay. I'll come by after work and then we can head out." He said as he pressed his lips to hers.

She felt her butterflies in her stomach flutter as she gripped the lapels of his jacket, "Okay. I'll be home all day." She smiled.

"Wonderful." He pulled away and pulled on his shoes, grabbed his wallet, phone and keys for his car, "I'll see you later, princess. I'll give you a call when it's my lunch break." He came back over and kissed her deeply and squeezed her ass.

"Have fun." She said and patted his chest and he left for work. She cleaned up his room a little bit and made the bed, took the dirty plates to the kitchen and found the place to be like a bomb had hit it. She sighed and felt her inner perfectionist of cleaning come out and cleaned it all up until there was not a single dirty dish out. Then headed back to Elijah's room to pull on her pants and shoes, she would keep his sweater on.

Tessa heard Jamie and decided to leave him to do his... Thing and not bother him. She left the apartment with the spare key Elijah had given to her and locked the door. She had a bit of a bounce to her walk as she returned to her own apartment. Hearing Elijah telling her he was falling for her made her extremely happy and that she was able to talk to him about her past. That was a big plus. She was excited to tell Esther the news, she'd be happy that she had found someone. She pulled out her keys and unlocked the door.

The scene was absolutely shocking when she entered the apartment.

The place was trashed. The kitchen was ruined from stacked dirty plates and half-eaten food and alcoholic bottles were scattered on the countertops and floor. The living room was pretty much the same but there was clothing all over the place and naked people all curled up among each other asleep. There were some on the dining table, two guys on top of each other, a few chairs were broken.

Tessa walked in further into the middle of the room and almost slipped on something on the floor. She looked down and was disgusted she stepped on bodily fluids. She wiped her foot on someone's shirt as she stalked to Esther's bedroom, and saw the bathroom had people in it too. She kicked the door open and Esther was sucking some guy off.

"What the fuck happened here!?" Tessa snarled.

Esther jumped back as the guy quickly hid himself, "Oh," She laughed hesitantly. "Hi, Tess. I uh... I had a bit of a party." She said.

"I can fucking see that. You," She looked at the guy, "Get the fuck out. Fucking hell Esther!" Tessa was so mad as she stalked back out and let out a holler, "EVERY FUCKING PERSON WAKE THE FUCKING UP AND GET. OUT. OF. MY HOME!" She went around hitting the naked people awake and threatened anyone that she would cut off their cocks and tits if they ever stepped back into this home. "GET OUT!" She screamed as people struggled to dress, "Get the fuck out! OUT!" She ordered and soon enough the house was totally empty.

"What the fuck? Why are you acting like this, Tess?" Esther pulled her robe around her.

"Look at the state of this place! There are condoms all over the place, there's literal shit on the walls and there's a fucking crack! The couches are soiled to the point we need to throw them out!" Tessa walked around, disbelief as she stared at the things she worked hard to get. "Holy fuck... Is that my fucking toys?!" She looked closer. "Jesus fucking Christ!" Tessa headed to her room and holy hell it was a mess. Her bed was clearly used, her clothing torn and strewn across the floor... And her laptop! Snapped in half. She felt hot tears fall from her eyes as she just stood there. In shock. She felt numb all over.

"Oh... Fuck. I... Shit, Tess." Esther had come in to see the carnage.

"Get out," Tessa whispered.

"I can help you clean up." Esther offered, trying to smooth this over, "I didn't know they would be in here."

Tessa could see her harnesses and all her bondage things had been used and abused.

"I said get out, Esther." Tessa shook her head, she was shaking.

"Do you mean from your room-"

"Out of the apartment. Go fucking stay somewhere else." Tessa turned to her. "You are so fucking unbelievable! You know the damn house rules! No parties unless I know of it, No fucking orgies, and especially no fucking drugs! How could you do this?! I worked so hard! I used every fucking penny for this shit! Now it's ruined because of your damn immaturity!"

Esther had paled and looked away, "I didn't think it would get this out of hand..."

"Of course it would when you have over thirty people here! God- Just get out of my sight. Pack your shit and get out. I'll deal with this shit on my own."

Esther didn't seem to interject the idea and left. Sometime later the door opened and was shut when she left. Tessa ran a hand over her face and went to the kitchen and pulled out garbage bags and rubber gloves. And began to clean the apartment. It was nasty as hell but it had to be done. She picked up the waste then cracked out the mop and bucket, this part took ages as she had to empty the bucket a few times before the floors were cleaned. Then she set to cleaning the dishes, putting whatever she could in the dishwasher than washing the rest. She scrubbed the walls, steamed the carpets which she was thankful got actually clean but fuck... The couches were trashed with wine and other fluids.

In the middle of the apartment, she had stacked her sheets, whatever clothing that wasn't ripped, towels and whatnot. She had to throw out all her toys and items she had bought over the many months. She checked her room and found her safe untouched and was glad, she had some money she had put aside and would use it to buy the necessities first then whatever remained would be her stuff. Esther can go fuck herself and get her own things. But she still cleaned up her sheets to.

By the time she finished Elijah had called her, she quickly pulled her gloves off and answered, "Elijah!" She was happy to hear him.

"Hi, Princess. May I come up?" He asked.

"Uh. Yeah sure. I got something to tell you." She said and hung up to let him up. It wasn't long when she opened the door and let him in.

"Holy... What happened?" His eyes were wide as he saw the garbage bags lined up, the cleaning products everywhere and the mountain of material in the middle.

"Well, Esther decided it was a good idea to have a huge orgy here. Not realising with thirty drunk fucks they trashed the place. Her room, the bathroom and my own fucking bedroom. The only things I need to rebuy is the couches, a new dining table and chairs, new sheets for myself and mattress and some clothing but I got just enough. Half of the dishes and glasses in the kitchen need to be bought too. Just all these things." She ran a hand through her hair as she shook her head.

"Jeez. I'm so sorry, Tess." He frowned, "Let me help." He set his stuff on the clean dining table.

She didn't decline as he began to take the bags out. They made sure it was secured and left at the right spot for the trucks to come by.

"I'll need to call up the council to come down to remove the couches and the mattress and the other heavier things. This weekend I'll have to go out shopping for the new stuff." She explained to Elijah who was helping her pack the remaining dishes away.

"I'll join you and we can buy things together." He said with a smile.

"Oh Elijah, I could not let you do that. I think I've got enough for the things I need." She shook her head.

"No. Tess, please let me help you. I want to do things together and this is something I'd like to help you with." He took her hand, "I can't imagine how this place looked before and I can see how much you love this place."

Tessa pressed her lips together as she glanced around the apartment. There was still so much she had to clean and move around, the damn plants were the worst to clean up. "We go halves then. I don't want you dedicating every penny to it."

"Okay. Deal." He smiled.

The pair ended up spending their time cleaning up the rest of the apartment. Tess organised a council pick up for tomorrow as well. Once it was all done she headed back with Elijah to his home and they watched a movie with Jamie, had Chinese takeaway and smoked some of his weed. They both made sure to make Tessa feel happy and content, she was cuddled up with Elijah and Jamie on Tessa. The three fell asleep like that.

 The Next Few Days...

The council had come and taken away the useless furniture, and Tessa spent the day cleaning up her clothing. She ended up throwing out her sheets, not wanting a reminder. She threw her clothes in the wash and hung them out before she set to the shops with Elijah. They found a good mattress she liked after a lot of searching and her being a pain in the ass. Tess explained to Elijah that she needed new... Toys and items and he was eager to join her in a shop.

Elijah made the day fun despite being in a sex shop, they mucked about but she settled on some items. They did go into a lingerie store but she wanted to leave the money for the main things for the apartment. So they set off to do that for the rest of the few days.

Everything was delivered by Sunday luckily and Elijah had helped the men bring the things up. Tessa was redecorating the place as Elijah sorted the furniture out. She kept it reasonably same, with the hanging pot plants and all that. Though her main concern was her books, luckily after all that shit they ended up safe.

She walked over to the bookshelf and touched the spines, smiling softly. Elijah came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her shoulder, "Everything is done, Princess." He murmured.

"Thank you, babe. I appreciate you putting so much of your time these past few days. I am in debt to you." She turned and placed her hands on his shoulders as she smiled up at him.

Elijah tugged her close, "You do not owe me anything. Just your presence is what I need." He said as he kissed her softly. "Just you. Being you."

"Oh, Elijah..." She giggled, squeezing his shoulders, "You really are the best."

"I know." He kissed her again and this time held it. His tongue swept into her mouth as he overtook the kissing. Tessa groaned softly her fingers sliding up his neck and tangle into his hair. He walked back to the couch and sat down, Tessa standing between his legs as he glanced up at her.

"I get so turned on by your kisses." She giggled as she pulled off her jumper slowly. She had a lacy bralette on.

"I simply get turned on by you." He slid his hands up to cup her breasts and squeezed them before he pulled her into his lap. He leaned forward and sucked on her nipple through the lace, reaching behind to undo the clasp and pull it entirely off. He continued to pleasure her nipples, tugging on the piercings with his teeth.

Tessa gripped the hem of his shirt and he paused his attacks on her breasts and pulled his shirt off, then ran her hands down his defined pecs and stomach and groaned, "So fucking hot."

He let out a low laugh before he wasted no time in stripping them both before she was laid back on the couch, "Before we continue, permission to do it on the couch?" He kissed her neck, his hips flushed against hers and ground against her core with his cock.

"Take me anywhere, I trust you to not dirty it." She laughed before it turned into a moan when his cock slipped into her, stretching her. Her hands latched on to his back, her nails digging into his skin.

Elijah liked how she marked his back, even though he had odd looks and Jamie teasing him constantly when they went to exercise at the gym together. His thrusts were hard and fast which was exactly how she liked it. Her cries were wonderful to listen and her desperate pleas for him to go faster which ultimately he did as fast as he could. With one hand planted beside her and the other gripping the armrest, he had a good view of her expressions that changed between furrowed brows and pure surprised or both.

Tessa's body was alight with the pumping pleasure his cock gave her, the electric feeling rattling right through her limbs and then back to her tight core and throbbing clit. She glanced down where his hips slammed into hers, she could just see how much his cock was coated in her. She loved it. "Ah! God! Yes!" She gasped.

Elijah gritted his teeth, totally lost in the feeling and the need to fuck her. He would make it up to her from all these days of not having her in this way.

They did not switch positions and Tessa was more than happy to stay under him, she loved it when the man took control and went as hard as he could. And Elijah... God, he was amazing. His hard body against hers, pinning her to the couch and she had no escape. She could feel the tense muscle in his shoulders, an indication that he was close. She was too and she pulled him down so they were body to body.

Elijah did not stop as his head was buried into her neck, his thrusting got a little more powerful before he felt that knot in his lower abdomen snap and he climaxed hard. He let out a loud groan against her skin as he let out audible pants.

Tessa screamed out his name as she came with him and clutched him close as if he was her very life support as he aided her through her high. When it all came down she heard him whisper...

"I love you." His breath was warm against her flushed skin.

Her smile was instant as she stroked his hair and turned her head to kiss his temple, "How much?" She murmured.

"So much." He lifted himself up to look at her.

"Well, I love you just as much. Maybe even more than you love me." She bit her bottom lip a little.

"Do you now? Will you show me how much more?" Elijah kissed her softly.

"Sit up, then." She said against his lips.

Elijah sat up and pulled her up when he did so. He let out a moan when she pushed him back inside her, "Mmm oh, this is nice." He murmured.

"It's my time to take over, darling." She said as she began to roll her hips and move up and down. "I'm gonna show you how much exactly I love you." She gasped.

Tessa rode him until he came twice inside her and then he was back on her with her bent over the couch and was pounding hard into her. When they had finished their three hour fuck session which ended them being in her bed and blessing the new mattress with his scent. They were both curled up close and the sheets pulled up to their chins.

Elijah was stroking her side, his forefinger moving gently along the section of ribcage then up to her shoulder and down her arm to her elbow then back up and repeat. The silence between them was good and no words needed to be spoken to how good that session was, or how much they were in love with each other. Actions spoke louder than words.

The pair stayed liked that before Tessa was the one to move, "I'll make us coffee and some two-minute noodles, yeah?"

"Sounds fantastic. Need quick energy." Elijah gave her a lazy smile as he watched her pull on his jumper and cute boxer shorts with bananas on them.

"Okay. I'll bring it over to you." She kissed him and he touched her cheek before she headed to the kitchen and prepare the things.

Just then, the door unlocked and opened and Esther walked in slowly as if she was worried something might come out.

Tessa leaned against the counter with her arms folded and watched her turn and realise she wasn't alone.

"Uh... Hi. Um wow, you... What did you do to the place?" Esther was shocked to see all the colourful things gone and replaced with gentler tones of blues, greens and greys and browns.

"Cleaned the shit up," Tessa said without a hint of regret. The shit looked ugly anyway, she only bought it for Esther.

"Without, like, getting my permission?" Esther frowned as she came to the living room and scowled.

"I mean, why should I? This is my home and you went against the rules. You ruined the place, I spent four days cleaning and rearranging the place." Tessa poured two cups of coffee.

Esther came up beside her, "You threw out everything!" She exclaimed in anger.

"Yeah. Had shit stains, cum, wine and I think Coke and whatever other crap were on it. Not even that carpet was saved, ended up throwing it to when I couldn't get some dried up clump out of it." Tessa turned to her, a hand braced on the countertop, the other at her hip.

"I don't give a shit! You didn't ask, it was my-"

"Ah!" She held up a hand to shut her up, "Yours? The only thing that belonged to you was whatever is in your room, the pot plants and the cushions you bought. Be fucking grateful I got the same plants!" Tessa restrained her yelling, she wasn't gonna get into this.

"You really are unbelievable! How could you do this! God!" Esther threw up her hands and turned to see Elijah there in his boxers. "Who the fuck are you!?"

"My boyfriend." Tessa set the cups on a tray with the steaming bowls of noodles and set them on the dining table.

"Hi," Elijah gave Esther a smile and a wave.

"You have two options, Esther," Tessa said as she came over to stand beside Elijah. "Since you broke my trust and acted so foolishly, you can, one; stay and live here but you must repay me three thousand pounds for my effort in buying all of this, my clothing, my personal items and technology that had been ruined from your party. Also another two thousand pounds for Elijah who had helped me buy all this and moved things for me. Or you still repay me no matter what and... Move out."

"Damn," Elijah muttered but they had sat and counted the costs. It was a lot of damage done. The cracks and holes were not yet fixed either.

Esther paled and seemed like she was really regretting it, "I- I'll pay half I can't-"

"You pay everything, not upfront but you will do it fortnightly. For however long until I see those five thousand pounds in my bank account." Tessa did not back down. She had put up with Esther's immaturity long enough, this was not the first wild party she had, a first orgy though. The last one was earlier this year for New Year's Eve which got out of control despite Tessa telling Esther to have a limit of people. Many things broke, a fight broke out from to much alcohol use and drugs. "I think it is fair after all that I did for you. You're lucky I'm not the asshole that can easily count up all the damages you've done to this place before."

Esther was looking around and was clearly thinking over her options. "I will stay and I will pay for the costs. I will no longer throw parties unless you approve and I won't bring randoms back here either."

Tessa nodded, "You are welcome to bring your one night stands home, but the parties... They will be done elsewhere from now on. You know we cannot afford another hit. Especially for me."

Esther nodded quickly, "Okay. Do you forgive me though?" She frowned.

"Not yet. Might take some time. I've cleaned your sheets but I left everything else in a box for you to go through what you want or not." With that, Tessa picked up the tray and headed with Elijah back into her room with him and he shut the door.

"That was hot as fuck." Elijah came behind her as she set the tray on a little table and hugged her close.

She laughed softly, "She needed a wake-up call." She said as she felt his lips press against her neck.

"Good girl. But you did not need to get her to pay for me. I did it out of kindness in my heart." He said as they fell back on the bed, snuggled and eating their noodles.

"I know but you worked hard these few days with me and you deserve it. You really didn't need to help me." She smiled.

"I guess so... Still. I spent time with you and it was fun. Just not cleaning cum stains was so not appealing." He laughed.

"You did get plenty of ass shots." She nudged him.

"I did indeed." He grinned like a wolf and they spent the rest of the evening cuddled up and watching YouTube videos on her surviving iPad.

[samiii-p]

dance inside pt. 2

"Give me thirty more seconds, Daria."

Her trainer pushes, circling the pads in a series of combinations.

"That's it, you got it. C'mon, twenty more."

Daria punches and punches. Her arms are growing heavy but she doesn't stop. Hitting harder, moving faster as Jarod counts the final seconds of her routine.

"5" pop "4" pop "3" pop-pop "2" pop-pop-pop "1" releasing a burning scream, Daria cocks back and tries to blast through the last pad with everything she has left. POP!

"Good, girl. Let's break for the day."

Daria nods, waiting for her trainer to leave the ring before fatigue replaces her adrenaline and falls to the mat. She stretches her limbs out until she resembles a starfish in the sand as she tiredly stares up at the ceiling.

"Here."

A cool water bottle and towel breaks her line of sight, and she takes it greedily, watching as the taller man sits beside her.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, happy new year by the way.”

She tilts her chin acknowledgement, drinks and wipes her brow. “It hasn’t been that long.” A month, six weeks at most and he was closed for the last two because of the holiday.

“You were intense today.” He leaves the statement hanging in the air, and Daria’s not sure how to respond, brow raised as she sips her water. “More so than usual, I mean.”

So, yeah. She’s been pretty amped up lately, sue her. This was the perfect place to let it out.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She chuckles, “giving out free therapy sessions now, are you?” when he doesn’t laugh or follow up, she takes in the questions’ severity. “I’m fine, everything’s fine, just stuff on my mind.”

Specifically Mandy. She’s been on her mind constantly since that night.  

He sizes her up, head to toe, searching for anything out of the ordinary that he can pinpoint and for her part she takes his scrutiny. Appreciates it, a little, that her friend who she’s only known since her tenure in Florida can see something’s up. She’s not afraid of anything changing, Mandy promised, but for the last two days she can’t help but wonder what-if.

Jarod must come up short because he gets up, and offers her a hand to her feet. “Remember to take it easy, alright?”

Playfully she taps his shoulder.

“I always do.”

***

“Daria, It’s Mark Carrano. Give me a call back. We’d like to discuss your contract renewal.”

***

Walking through the airport has become second nature at this point. Tampa International has become her home away from her work home away from her home-home.

She greets Melinda, the ticket agent, with a tired smile, her ID and ticket. The older woman returns it kindly. “Out for work again or have you finally decided to take my advice and go on a nice vacation instead?”

“I wish.”

Melinda wags her finger as she lets Daria through. “One of these days I’m going to get you and that friend of yours on a flight to the Bahamas or somewhere … a nice Sandals Resort, maybe.” She says indifferently, Daria almost misses the mention of her friend and stumbles.

It’s been nearly a week since New Year Day. Ninety-Six hours and counting.

“Mandy’s here? On this flight?”

Melinda nods, scans another flyers ticket. “She boarded a little while ago.”

Hmm. “Thanks, Mel.”

“Have a safe flight, sweetie. I’ll see you when you get back.”

“See ya’.” Daria waves.

She recognizes the pilot and a few of the flight attendants, says good morning and searches for her seat: 21C.

“19, 20 … 21C.” She looks down at her neighbor, and practically laughs because of course. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

Blue eyes slant, roll even. “The phone works two ways you know.”

She smirks and stores her carry-on. The thin padding on the seat is hell on her back but she’s used to it by now, like a lot of things but what she’s not use to is the distance she feels to her best friend, sitting beside her.

“Are we going to be okay?”

After all, it was just sex. Amazing – mind numbing sex, but at the end of the day - just sex.

The blonde brushes her shoulder against Daria’s. “Of course.” She says with no hesitation. A beat passes before she whispers. “How could I be mad at you for making me cum so hard?”

Mandy bites her lip, and looks away as the flight attendants start walking down the aisle preparing for take-off.

The flush of Mandy’s words spread over Daria’s body at light speed. The blood rushing in her ears feels like a countdown ready to explode.

They don’t talk about it. They don’t talk at all but every time Mandy moves (grabbing her headphones, receiving her drink, flipping along her magazine) Daria detects it in her bones. A week ago she considered apologizing without reason just to get back, and redo this whole thing because the thought of Mandy regretting that night – regretting her …

When Mandy brushes her hand over Daria’s thigh for the third time – well, any doubt she had previously are reduced to a hush.  

When they land in Houston Daria grabs her bag and passes Mandys’ to her. They thank the crew and grab a rental.

“Are you hungry?” It’s nearly seven in the morning and Daria could go for some food right now, and Denny’s is coming up on their left. Mandy obviously has the same idea pointing out the restaurant.

“You’re such a savage.”

Mandy looks at the stack of pancakes on Daria’s plate compared to her two, and smirks. The brunette doesn’t comment, busy cutting into her stack and pouring syrup over every inch. She's close to full when again, Mandy brushes against her. This time it’s under the table, away from everyone’s eyes, the toe of her shoe slowly climbs its way up Daria’s calf. Up and down, twice now until brown catches blue from across the table.

Daria gulps.

***

“We – you said,” the groan Daria tries to compress comes rushing out as Mandy sucks on her bottom lip. “Only,” Mandy finds her mouth forcing the word: once, back in. The one time was supposed to be just that, but when they leave the restaurant and Mandy asks her to come up to her room five hours before they’re to report to the arena – one time is quickly turning into twice.

Lifting her shirt, scratching lighting at her abs, Mandy’s hands are everywhere. Before Daria can register one sensation another replaces it.

“Thinking about this – you.” Mandy kisses her lips, her neck back up to her jaw before softly moaning in her ear. “Since that night. I need you.”

And if there ever was a green light to go off on, this was it. Daria doesn’t think about probable consequences, only how good she can make Mandy feel in this moment.

Their clothes are on the floor and she’s in between Mandy’s legs before she can blink. Kissing the freckles scattering her chest and down her stomach, leaving invisible marks on her friend that only they’d know of until her lips reach the small tuft of dark hair at Mandy's center.

Her tongue grows heavy, eager, at the chance to revisit Mandy’s natural mouthwatering taste and burrows down, lifting and spreading her legs to allow her fuller access.

At first contact, she moans loudly to match the one coming from above. God, she taste as good as she remembers, licking from bottom to top and back again collecting every drop until she reaches the bundles of nerves and circles her tongue.

It doesn’t take Mandy long. It never does, she realizes. The flick of her firm tongue and a strong suck is enough to undo the blonde beneath her. Sharp nails scrap her scalp, tugging at her loose ponytail forcing her closer to suck harder until the thighs around her ears tremble and shake before going limp, falling back on the bed.

“Fuck …” Mandy breathes, voice broken and harsh.

Daria nuzzles the skin where thigh connects to hip, biting lightly at the skin she knows can be hidden away from prying eyes, and looks up at the heaving breast above her, craving the weight of pink nipples on her tongue but settles on reaching up and teasing a finger around them instead.

Around she circles, again and again until Mandy begs and Daria smiles into her soft stomach, kissing back down and spreading her open with her tongue, finally pinching stiff nipples between her forefingers and thumb as she buries her tongue inside.

She pinches and withdraws then dives back in until Mandy is whimpering wreck above her, legs taught on both side and feet planted on the mattress until she’s humping Daria’s face. Twisting her hips until Daria’s is further inside lapping her completely, jaw tensed but determined.

Mandy’s there again, seconds away from falling, but Daria knows she can cum harder. She will. Regretfully, she lets one tit go, trailing it down until her thumb contacts the tip of Mandy's clit and presses.

Her back arches as she cums with a scream, hips bucking and body twitching. She tugs at Daria’s hair, somehow pressing her even closer as she spills into Daria’s mouth, down her chin and onto the bed.

When she comes to, Daria softly kisses her inner thigh, licking up any traces she might’ve missed, but she’s shifting. The hand on Mandy’s clit now between her own legs as her kisses start to lose traction and become heavy against the blonde.

Glazed, Mandy looks down, releasing the hold she has on the brunette’s hair and lifts herself up on wobbly elbows to watch. Daria grunts, face red flushed with the heat coiling tightly in her stomach as she rubs her own clit in tight fast circles until she’s humping her hand. Preening as Mandy brushes sweat damp hair from her forehead and says, “cum for me, baby. Please I want to see you cum.”

"Oh fuck," Daria whimpers, upper body stiffening as her hand and hips go crazy losing the rhythm she created and bucks sloppily, pressing her mouth into the meat of Mandy’s thigh and sucks, cumming just like that.

“Holy shit,” Mandy breathes, replaying the noises Daria makes against her, for her, and falls back happily on the bed.

dance inside part: 1

ao3: samiii_p

[patricksilvrrozartistry]

Current Music Obsessions: October 1 - 16, 2018

Well. I'm obviously working on purging my watch later playlist because this list is LONG. So let's get started with the honorable mentions.

MaYaN - Saints Don't Die Progenie Terrestre Pura - Twisted Silhouette LVCI - Not Yours Suodeth - Gauja The Number Zero - Web of Truth Trail of Tears - Poisonous Tongues Harpyie - Berserker A Metaphor for Betrayal - Confess Rave the Reqviem - Are Yov Happy Now, Fidelio? Jem - Come On Closer Shadowrise - To Live and Die For Dust in Mind - This is the End MaYaN - Tornado of Thoughts (I Don't Think Therefore I Am) Dim7 - Spinecrawler Oudn - Chaos Ignea - Queen Dies Black Mirrors - Mind Shape Bif Naked - Lucky MaYaN - The Power Process Illuminata - Phoenix Infinite Tales - Innocent St. Evil BrightStorm - Vampire Setanera - Spettralia Michael Romeo - Djinn Bysantine - The Cicada Tree Lena Katina - Косы Victorius - Lazer Tooth Tiger Elyose - Psychosis feat. Mark Jansen (Epica, MaYaN) The White Swan - Pelvic Sorcery

And now for the MANY obsessions.

1. The Last Martyr - Into the Black

This a really great find on Spaceuntravel that really caught me by surprise. I'm so glad I decided to give this song a shot, because it's super great. I wasn't sold at first, but when homegirl started screaming I was totally on board. I'm definitely am gonna check out more from these guys.

2. Asphodelia - Cassandra

I found these guys through IG one day when the band/singer liked a post or followed me, so I decided to check them out. The song is fairly simple, but the impression it leaves is a strong one. Their singer has a really pretty voice and the video is so striking with the look she wears where she's sporting the contacts.

3. Zahna - Underneath

Ok, from now on, I'm gonna put Spaceuntravel at the beginning of my statements for any song from them since I keep finding such great jams from that channel. This is a really beautiful alternative metal track and I'm obsessed with the lead singer's voice. There's just something about it that I'm just over the moon about. And the song is pretty catchy too, so that definitely helps.

4. Dol Ammad - Force of Freedom

This song is my favorite off their new album. The middle in particular is absolutely everything to me. There's something about that one singer just softly singing those lines and the rhythm that just really gets me. It's such a simple song, but the production and execution make it the excellent track it is.

5. Lavinium/Levinia - Alluring Fear

After discovering Levinia, I decided to look more into them and found their bandcamp where I saw they had their first demo/EP of the same title when they were originally called Lavinium. This song is definitely one of my favorites off that demo and is an absolute powerhouse of a track. I can't wait for Levinia's debut EP, Liberation, to drop on Halloween. These guys have quickly become a band on my immediate radar, and the fact that they are a symphonic metal band from the States that are this good blows me away.

6. Leprous - Contaminate Me (live)

Thank you Facebook memories for rekindling my love for this ballbuster of a track. Ihsahn is a fucking beast. He really takes this song to the next level, especially on this live version. And Einar's voice is gorgeous as always. I really love the fact that him and I have similar vocal ranges.

7. MaYaN - The Flaming Rage of God

This is my favorite song off Dhyana. It's so dramatic and powerful. The choirs in the beginning are absolutely everything. The verses where Laura and the male singer (not sure if it's Henning or Adam) are singing are so epic and haunting. They harmonize together so well. The pacing of this song is so great and I love the solos. Definitely give this track a listen.

8. Battlelore - Journey to Undying Lands

Another song I rekindled my love for thanks to Facebook memories. Definitely one of my favorite early tracks from them and the video for it looks like a legit movie. It's so exciting to know that they're working on a new album after such a long hiatus.

9. The Anix - This Machine

This is the second single they've released and I'm so hyped now for their upcoming release. This song has so much energy behind it, but still has an ambience to it in the verses leading up to the chorus. I hope a lot the new album packs in a lot of energy like this and Fight the Future. I love the softer, ambient tracks, but these tracks really show off the singer's voice so well, and he's got a beautiful one.

10. Chthonic - Millennia's Faith Undone feat. HOCC

This is the latest single these guys have put out and it's an intense one. These guys are a symphonic-ish blackened death metal band from Taiwan that I've known of for a little while now, and this is my favorite song I've heard from them so far. The energy behind it and the female guest singer has a lovely voice that adds such a great dynamic to the song.

11. Alesti - Eye of the Storm feat. Diego Tekuo

Spaceuntravel. This track isn't that special, but the production and Diego's voice are wonderful. This is the second song I've heard him on (the other is The Hidden Truth by Against Myself, which shows off a lot of his vocal talents) and is nice to hear this kind of singing from him. He's got a nice voice.

12. Sick N' Beautiful - Megalomaniacal

I discovered these guys after finding the singer on IG one day and holy tits is this a fun song. I'm definitely am gonna check out their new album, The Art of Sex. It sounds like it'll be just as fun and wild as this song. I live for the sci-fi vibes of their look and the video is so much fun to along with how fun the song is. I love their singer's green hair and her look in the video is amazing.

13. Sirenia - Love Like Cyanide feat. Yannis Papadopoulos (Beast in Black)

I wasn't so sure how I felt about this new single of theirs at first, but it grew on me and became an obsession. It's a bit all over the place in experimenting with different sounds. You got some symphonic metal, gothic metal, power metal, black metal. It's a big melting pot of different stuff and oddly everything mesh well together. It's a definite improvement over the last album, I'll say that much.

14. Dead Can Dance - Sanvean (live)

My Facebook memories really gave me a lot of stuff to reminisce over. This live performance is absolutely divine. Lisa is an absolute goddess and she proves it with this performance. I'm so excited for the new album to come out.

15. Dark Sarah - Golden Moth

I wasn't too keen on listening to the new album since a lot of the singles have been pretty lack luster, but this song changed my mind. This song is exactly what I needed to hear from them. It's full of so much beauty and emotion. And don't get me started on how amazing and gorgeous the video is. I can't get enough of it.

16. Eliza Red - Still

I can't remember how exactly I found this guy, but I found a song of his and thought it was too short and found this song, which in my opinion is also too short. But that doesn't stop the fact that I absolutely love it. It's an atmospheric r&b track and his voice is so lovely. I'm definitely am gonna look more into him, even though all his songs are super short.

17. Soulextract - Cryosleep

Spaceuntravel. This song became an obsession for one possible reason only: SPACE SHIT. I love it when songs are about space. Hello, I'm Patrick and I'm a sci-fi buff who's obsessed with space and the universe. Anyways, the song itself is pretty simple, but the execution and the fact it's about space shit is what makes me love it so much.

18. Meg Myers - Numb

I found this song through an IG ad one day when browsing through stories and had to check it out immediately. It's a great alternative track that has a punk vibe to it. I'm really interested in checking out more from her and seeing just what else her music entails.

19. Soul Desire - From the Flames

This is one of my favorites off their debut EP. It's such a lovely song that really shows off their front woman's range and the beauty of her voice. It's much slower compared to the other songs, but that's what helps it to stand out.

20. Northward - Get What You Give

This project is looking like it's gonna be an amazing one. After listening to an interview Floor did recently, it turns out that this is going to be strictly a rock project, so no soprano moments (hopefully Nightwish will incorporate that aspect of her voice way more in the new album). I'm still hoping there will be some growls that will pop up here and there though. Anyways, this is a really fun track that has some groovy verses. She gets some good high notes in the chorus, especially the final one, which is always wonderful to hear from her.

21. Hydria - Enjoy Your Greed

This is a throwback track for me. The second verse randomly popped into my head one day and I wound up rekindling my love for this track. I really need to get back into these guys. They had a really great symphonic metal sound and Raquel's voice is so lovely and stands out next to a lot of singers in the genre.

22. Arcane Roots - Curtains

Found this song one day when I tuned into a Metal Ass Gaming stream on Twitch. Jake decided to play this album and I had to give this and a couple other songs a listen and I wound up falling madly in love with this one. This song is pure proof as to why I love prog so much. It starts out really ambient (like Sigur Ros level ambient) and slowly picks up pace and then jumps into some hard-hitting djenty progressive metal. It's such an amazing track and you bet your sweet ass I'm gonna check out more from them.

So yeah. A SUPER LONG list. I know. I can't guarantee that the next half of the month will have a super long list, but it just might. At least we got some really great jams out of this though.

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Days Of Summer CH 4

A/N; Four weeks running, it’s a new record! Me and @hannah-nobody are super glad all you are enjoying this so much, we too love our awkward and emo Natsu! It’s fun trying to write his complex character, cocky and loud while also doubting of his place with others. Plus, who wasn’t melodramatic in their late teens? 

Not to mention we get to explore some really interesting friendships! Lucy and Gajeel anyone?

Here’s the updated playlist!

Summer has arrived, and with it the start of the two month long music camp; Fairy Tail! Full of new songs, friends, and adventures, the campers learn things they never knew about themselves and one another. And just how easy it is to sneak booze and a full sized karaoke machine out into the middle of the woods.

Camp Rock!AU

Pairing: Nalu, Gajevy, Gruvia, others mentioned; Fairy Tail

Words: 6994

Rating: T

Parts: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven

Chapter Four: Stuck In The Middle

'Cause

Someday things will be perfect

It will be worth it all this time

Stuck in the middle

Natsu let the ice pack fall onto the bed. His cheek still hurt like a bitch, but at least it wasn’t throbbing anymore. Fuck, he had almost forgotten how strong Erza was. Natsu snorted as he thought about how he should have one of those ‘certain number of days since last incident’ posters in their cabin. Actually, it would be a miracle if they even got to day 1 on that thing. Gajeel glared at him, split lip and a light bruise on his cheek showing Erza had punished him as much as she had Natsu.

“Would ya quite makin’ all that fuckin’ noise?”

“I snorted.” Natsu defended sourly.

“And now yer talkin’.” Gajeel snarled back.

“Go fuck yourself Gear Head.” Natsu grumbled, jumping down from his bunk without the help of the ladder. He stood from his slight crouch, whipping a pillow he stole from Gray’s bunk at Gajeel, who in turn batted it away with the back of his hand to where it landed in a cobwebbed corner. What a shame.

“If yer headin’ out try not and stalk Bunny Girl, got it? Me and Lily don't need to hafta keep separating you and Ice Tits. Also don't need to explain to yer old man why you sent a kid to the hospital in yer first week of camp.” Gajeel didn't bother looking at Natsu as he spoke, instead scribbling in his notebook that he liked to hide under his mattress.

“Thinking that hard won't help your headache.” Natsu commented, grinning at the low snarl his cousin gave him and the distracted bird he was flipped. “And you might wanna try that in G minor rather than A major. It'll get that ‘secretly happy’ sound instead of ‘obviously happy’ that you're allergic to.”

Gajeel grunted in response, Natsu rolling his eyes when he heard rushed erasing and rewriting.

“And let me know if you need any help with words that rhyme with shortie.”

“Fuck off Strawberry.”

Natsu ducked out the screen door, snorting at the loud ‘thump’ that signaled that Gajeel had thrown something at his back. And missed.

He fought back a small grin as he slipped in his earphones. He knew for a fact that Gajeel had a pretty deadly aim when he wanted to. As much as he and Gajeel fought, at least he knew his jackass of a cousin would be in his corner. And Happy too for that matter, but Natsu could always rely on his little friend.

Natsu thumbed through his playlists on his old iPod, the silver back scratched to shit and the generation so old it no longer updated. Natsu had gotten this for his eighth birthday, Igneel having saved up for the surprise for months. Natsu settled on the playlist titled ‘Life is Stupid’ humming along as the opening bars of The Anthem by Good Charlotte blasted in his ears.

He walked slowly as he followed the gravel path from the cabin area to the main camp, letting his mind drift off into fantasies of talking to Lucy. He became more depressed as each time it ended in Lucy running away in disgust as she remembered him, not even able to pretend in his own mind that she would want him. Wasn’t that just fucking pathetic.  

Natsu groaned and kicked at a stone in front of him, sending it skipping through the grass beside the trail and into a bush. She had called him her friend, though, so that meant she didn’t hate him, right? Or had she just been yelling at Gray? Natsu had to admit, it was stupidly easy to yell at Mr. My Face Begs To Be Punched.

Dragging his hand along his face Natsu clicked the skip button attached to his headphones until heavy drums flooded his brain, overbearing as it drowned out his own thoughts. He absently fixed his dark grey beanie covering his stupid hair. This was fine. Natsu was fine. Lucy didn’t need to know, and if she didn’t know, she couldn’t laugh in his face. Natsu kicked a larger pebble, sending it arcing through the air and rolling along the path a few feet in front of him. Lucy was too sweet to laugh at him, but she could still reject him. A cold pit lodged itself in his gut, similar to the time that he had been cornered by his teacher and forced to read from the stupid playbook in English class.

Natsu still had nightmares.

The song faded out, Natsu barely registering the change as he walked past the climbing wall. While Fairy Tail was a music camp, they did offer some traditional activities for their campers such as lake sports, archery, and the 30-foot tall climbing wall, to name a few. The camp had other activities, but Natsu’s focus drifted as he caught sight of the mess hall. The two-story building was made entirely out of giant wood logs, large glass windows breaking up the light brown colour all around the building. While the roof was domed inside for acoustics, the camp had kept up with the outdoorsy aesthetic and the outside was a mess of sharp angles and triangles for the roof and over each window.

It had been like this for as long as Natsu could remember, and he felt a part of his anxiety wash away at the familiar sight. It was nice to know that some things would never change, Fairy Tail being one of them.

He debated grabbing a cinnamon swirl cookie -a signature of the camp- but chose not to, continuing on his path. Natsu passed groups of kids walking by, laughing and talking and being more social than Natsu felt up to. He kept his chin up, though, confidence leaking into him by being surrounded by the comforting sights and smells. Fairy Tail was basically a second home for him, and he was good at what he did here.

Natsu drummed his fingers along his stomach in time with a guitar riff, hands inside the large center pocket of the hoodie he had thrown on before leaving. He finally passed the second largest building at camp, making his way along the path that led towards the largest one, the open faced stage where they would perform at the end of each week. Natsu closed his eyes as he remembered the feeling of standing on the stage, heart pounding along with the heavy drum beat, fingertips almost numb from the strings on his guitar as he performed. Light flashed in his mind, the roar of the crowd overwhelming and euphoric at the same time.

He was going to sing this year, Natsu decided as he opened his eyes. No more playing guitar in the background. Besides, there was no going back now; Natsu had already checked off the ‘singer’ box alongside ‘guitarist’ when sending his application in the winter.

God, Natsu was going to puke.

His palms became clammy as he thought of standing center stage, a weird mix of nausea and excitement that had Natsu thankful he hadn’t wasted any of his food allowance on that cookie.

Natsu paused as he passed the break in the trees that led to the field in front of the auditorium stage, his feet moving him without permission. Before he knew it he was standing in the open area where everyone had gathered before for the welcoming ceremony, the space far more intimidating and surreal without the masses of campers and staff filling in the wood bench risers.

His iPod switched songs again, Natsu singing along more passionately now that he was alone.

“Condemned to be forever unable,

To give this stupid thing the time that it deserves,

I heard a proud few when the windows were gone,

All singing the same time to separate songs.”

Natsu tilted his head back as he sang at the clear sky, sun warm as it bore down on him. His voice carried through the empty clearing. Natsu got to the skirt of the stage, his voice becoming strained as he hauled himself up with his arms. He rested on his knees, feet hanging off the stage as he looked it over.

Aged but polished metal followed the curving ceiling to the center point 30 feet in the air, braces for the booms mounted against them and wires wrapping through the metal lattices until they reached the bars at every third of the dome. The space between the start of the roof and the stage itself was just tall enough for a person over Gajeel’s height to walk through, greenery of the forest peeking through the mess of metals and wires and sound equipment. Natsu ran a hand over the rough wooden stage floor, taking in the feel of it. How many people had performed here, found their love and passion for music on this stage?

He stood, wandering to the center of 20 by 16 foot platform. He turned in a tight circle, breathing in the fresh air with a deep inhale. Natsu's eyes fell shut as he relived last year’s final performance, the lights and the crowd in his mind shifting to what he imagined performing at a rock concert would be, adrenaline pounding and the music burning in his soul. His hands pantomimed holding Fev, fingers tracing the cords from memory in the air as he played along to the music blasting in his ears.

As the music faded out he raised his hands in the hair, basking in the echo of the applause of his memories. He remembered looking out into the cheering crowd, that feeling of utter elation building and building with the volume of the cheers, and the pride in the faces of Erza and Makarov and Gildarts and… that one empty chair.

Natsu dropped his arms as though his puppet strings had finally been cut loose. Another song began in his ears, but he ripped earbuds out before the words even started. He stared at that spot, row f, seat 14. Empty now and empty then. No matter how much the crowd screamed, how good could he possibly be if his own father couldn’t spare the time to come see him play?

He knew it was stupid. Igneel had been out saving lives, why should he stop to hear a cover of a song he’d already heard a hundred times. His work was much more important, and Natsu understood that. Igneel has promised he would get the day off to come see his performance at the final ceremony this year, so he’d just have to make it so amazing that last years didn’t even bare to think about. Natsu clenched his fist around his iPod. He could do it, he could find the perfect song.

But still, the task was daunting.

Frustrated with his own self doubt, Natsu jammed his headphones back in his ears and flicked through his iPod until he found the perfect motivational song. Something to burn his self doubt into shreds. He debated Work Bitch- but then skipped it for shame of hiding Britney under ‘Unknown Artist’ should someone ever browse his most treasured possession- before eventually settling on a song that was 75% certain to make Gajeel disown him if he ever found out he listening to something so not-death-metal-ish.

He pressed play, turned the volume to its fullest and took as deep breath as the intro kicked in. A thought struck him and he dashed to the side of the stage, desperate to find the necessary props for this once in a lifetime solo performance before the vocals kicked in. He grabbed a mic stand someone had been generous enough to leave an unplugged mic in and rushed back to centre stage. He had a second to compose himself before he took the mic in his right hand and shoved his iPod in his back pocket, leaving his other hand free to perform Dramatic Emotive Gestures.

“I don’t remember the morning I tried to forget,

I lost myself and it’s better not said

Now I’m closer, to, the edge,”

Natsu pointed at that empty fucking chair with all the grace of 2009 Jared Leto he could muster. He imaged the camera right by his face, the lights, the crowd, the band behind him. He gritted his teeth as he sang for full scale emotional intensity.

“It was a thousand to one and a million to two

Time to go down in flames and i'm taking you

Closer. To. The. Edge.”

He fully enunciated every word as though he’d never once stuttered speaking to a stranger or a pretty blonde girl. As though this was his stage and his song and he fucking owned this.

“No I’m not saaaaaaaaying, I’m soooooooorry,

One day, maybe we’ll meet again.”

He screamed the words into the mic because they did they did meet again and he wasn’t sorry for that not one bit and by God he wasn’t going to mess it up this time. He ripped the mic from the stand as he finished the chorus, kicking the stand away in the process so he was unhindered as the next verse began and he stepped forward calmly to sing about dreams and music and falling and getting back up and fuck he loved this song Gajeel be damned.

He punched his fist into the air with every no he sung into the mic. He closed his eyes and for a second he was there. The crowd was there with him, punching their fists into the air in time with his own. His throat was tingling as he held the note and he could feel the heat of the lights on him as he plucked at his imaginary guitar strings during the bridge. By the time the song came to the close he finally opened his eyes and he could tell his voice was hoarse as the song finished.

“Closer to, the edge.”

Natsu laughed to himself as he whipped the sweat from his brow and removed his headphones… to the sound of applause.

A single applause. Natsu looked up in horror to find the scantily clad brunette from earlier that had groped Lucy’s… that had groped Lucy. Cana.

“Hhhooo boy!” She shouted from her seat in the back row, “Well, damn. I sure am on the edge of somethin’!”

Even from this distance Natsu spotted her wink. For the second time in an hour, he was sure he was gonna puke.

Gajeel lifted his eyes from the ninth thick line of crossed out lyrics, cocking his head to the side as he listened. If he didn't know any better, he would have sworn that was his dumbass cousin’s voice faintly forcing its way into his cabin.

Had Natsu gotten his hands on a fucking megaphone?

Gajeel closed his eyes, concentrating on what the hell the words were supposed to be. No way...

Gajeel was going to get his hands on Natsu's iPod and delete everything pre 2010, that boy needed to stop living in his emo past. And he said Gajeel had bad taste in music.

“Yer owner’s such a fuckwit he probably doesn't even know the mics on.” Gajeel said to the bundle of blue fur curled into the crook of his knee. Happy lifted his head and blinked at Gajeel slowly, meowing loudly before tucking back into a fuzzy ball. “Ya get me.” He nodded to himself, rubbing a knuckle between Happy’s ears fondly, the small cat’s low purr sparking the cat resting on Gajeel's head to begin to purr as well.

With a low curse Gajeel turned his attention back to the pad of paper in front of him. He couldn't even get a measly line down, and he was getting close to just digging through Gray's bags for a lighter and setting the entire fucking building on fire. Notebook included.

He'd save the instruments.

Probably.

Probably not his roommates though.

Gajeel settled for whipping the pencil across the room, sticking lead first between the paneling. Gajeel nodded to himself. Metal as fuck.

Panther Lily meowed in approval.

Happy didn't care. But Gajeel couldn't blame the cat, he probably had brain damage from listening to Natsu blubber over Lucy for months.

Gajeel pulled another pencil from behind his ear, two others pushed into the knot he had put his hair in to get it out of his face. He bit sharply on the end, pencil eraser gone so all he got was the sharp tang of metal and the satisfying crunch of the fake wood.

Maybe that was where his writer's block was coming from. Natsu had been getting his inspiration from love and flowers and other disgusting things so where was he, a true artist with an aversion to love songs, meant to gleam some ideas from? The sky?

Oh the sky looks so blue, he thought, just like your hair. The sun is her headband.

Gajeel sat up straight. No. This would not do. If he started singing about love- an emotion which he had never, for the record, experienced ever- what would he start singing about next? Laughter? Friendship? The joy of learning???

Yeah fucking right.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. This was just a classic case of Overexposure. To Natsu, that is. That moron was so lovey-dovey Gajeel wouldn’t be surprised if he woke in the night to find the hothead kissing his pillow. No, he had to distance himself so that his symptoms wouldn’t worsen. No doubt the idiot would be on his way back any moment now once he’d realised the true scale of his embarrassment.

Gajeel decided to take a walk and stay clear of the drama.

He untangled Lily from his head, holding the black cat in one hand as he scooped the blue one in his other hand. Both meowed in complaint of being moved, limp in his hands as he stood from the bed. He rolled his eyes when he watched them snuggle deeper into the pillow he placed them on, Happy crawling on top of Lily before falling back asleep.

If Gajeel was less of a badass he'd call them cute. But he wasn't, so he shoved his notepad under the thin mattress, grabbed his noise canceling headphones, slung them around his neck as he grabbed his phone and threw open the front door to the cabin.

He was stopped from fully exiting, however, when he bumped into something. He looked around, confused as to what had blocked him.

“Oh um, hello,” a light voice said. Gajeel narrowed his eyes at empty space in front of his face. It was like if he thought about her she just appeared.

“Whatcha want, Shrimp?” Gajeel asked, feeling his lips crack into an unauthorized smile as he looked down. Levy pouted at the -very clever, Gajeel thought- nickname, hands fisting on her hips.

“I have a name you know.” She said pointedly, glaring at Gajeel as she leaned forward. Heh, it was cute how she tried to intimidate him.

Wait.

No. She wasn't cute. Gajeel didn't think anything was cute.

“Yeah. Yer name’s ‘Shrimp’.” Gajeel smirked, patting a hand on her head. Shit, she barely reached his ribcage when he flattened her hair. But damn if it didn't feel soft against his fingers.

“You're messing up my hair!” Levy complained, swatting at his hand. Gajeel it took back with a shrug, grin widening when she muttered as she fixed her bright yellow headband, the colour loud against her bright blue hair. Gajeel wondered if she dyed it. “Dummy.”

“So what brings ya callin’? Need someone to lift you to reach the high shelf?” He teased. She blushed in irritation, huffing as Levy tried to think of a comeback.

“No.” She said, pausing again as she bit her lip. “I was looking for Lucy, and I thought she might be with Gray and Loke. But it looks like they're not here.”

“Well why the hell am I ‘posed to know where those idiots are?” Gajeel questioned, a heavy stone sitting in his gut at Levy’s disappointed face, her frail shoulders dropping.

“We were supposed to go explore the camp together.” Levy said, voice almost a nasally whine. She gave another heavy sigh, slipping her hands into the pockets of her shorts, white cloth peaking out from the short cargo coloured pants. Gajeel thought it was pretty stupid that her pockets were longer than her actual shorts, but he also wasn’t about to tell that to Levy;s face when he could get an eyeful of thigh. Not that Gajeel was looking. Because he wasn’t.

He wasn’t.

“Well if ya promise to not bug me too much I can give you a tour ‘till we find Bunny Girl.” Gajeel grunted, shifting awkwardly on his feet. Why had he done that? The whole point of leaving the cabin was to not think about pretty girls.

Holy fuck he was going to fucking kill Natsu with one of the strings from that stupid red guitar.

“What?” Levy asked, brown eyes wide like a doe’s. Gajeel grunted again, walking past her and down the path.

“It was just a thought.” He said, ducking his head as he lifted his headphones over his ears. Maybe that would hide their burning colour.

“No, no, wait! Thank you, I’d- I’d appreciate that!” Levy called, hurrying to walk beside him. Gajeel looked from the corner of his eye, hesitating before pulling the headphones back to where they wrapped around the back of his neck, tucked under his bun. He stuffed his hands into his jeans, thumbnail rubbing along the pick he kept in his left pocket.

They walked in silence, nerves finally making Gajeel want to punch a tree. This was stupid. He was stupid. What did it matter that he could pick Levy up with one hand, or that she was showing what was probably an obscene amount of skin for a summer camp. Were the rips in the back of her tank top really necessary? Even if they looked metal...

He paid more attention to Levy as they wound their way through the cabin area. Her eyes were focused directly ahead, eyebrows set in concentration. She was taking almost three steps for every step he took. And that was fucking hilarious.

“Havin’ trouble there, Shrimp?” Gajeel asked, widening his stride. He wondered if he could make her run to keep up.

“Well not all of us are so blessed in the height department.” Levy snapped, irritated scowl pulling down her full lower lip and making the bridge of her nose bunch. She gasped when she noticed his longer strides, swatting at his chest with the back of her hand in an offended motion. “You’re doing this on purpose!” She accused, stopping in her spot and crossing her arms to glare at Gajeel.

“Gihii, I don’t know whatcha talkin’ ‘bout Shrimp.” Gajeel drawled, scratching the side of his face as he looked her over. “Ain’t my fault ya got some size envy.”

Levy’s glare finally made a shiver crawl along his spine, and a thought crossed his mind that Levy could very well kick his ass is she wanted to. He had no idea how, but it still felt very true. “I mean, I’m sure bein’ so small could come in handy. Like communicating with the mice that make your clothes.” Gajeel bit his tongue. Why couldn’t he stop teasing her?

“Are you calling me Cinderella or referencing a children’s book?” Levy asked, suspicious as she slowly walked back to his side.

“Uh,” Gajeel stumbled over his words. Shit. “No?”

“Because that book was my favourite when I was a kid,” Levy hummed, tone suddenly light as they began walking again. “I think it was called Everything For Something? Or was it Nothing From Someone?” Levy hummed, tapping a finger on her lips as she spoke. Gajeel twitched with each improper title. Obviously, it was Something From Nothing, but he wasn’t about to say that. He shrugged instead, focusing on the few birch trees in between the maple and harlequin trees, their white and peeling bark standing out in the sea of green.

“Oh well, I’m sure it’ll come to me.” Levy pouted, put out by being unable to trip up Gajeel. He began to pick at the flaking design on his guitar pick in his pocket as silence fell over them again. Why did he care if it was awkward? He didn’t, because that would A; mean he cared at all -which he didn't- and B; that Gajeel felt awkward, which he definitely didn’t. He also didn’t want to hear Levy laugh. She probably snorted like the nerd she was for knowing that reference.

“So how’d ya know Erza?” he asked instead of keeping his fat mouth shut. Maybe he should pick up his bad habit of chewing on his necklace. At least then his fucking voice wouldn’t crack. Not that it cracked. Because Gajeel was past puberty, obviously.

He didn’t know how but he blamed Natsu.

“Oh, I take Judo with Erza, and she teaches a self-defence class I go to sometimes.” Levy said easily. At least Gajeel knew his self preservation instincts were right, if she was in the same class as Erza then she could take his ass in an instant.

“I haven’t seen ya around the city. Though I guess I wouldn’t be looking so close to the ground to notice, gihii-urgh.” Gajeel said, smirk falling as she elbowed him in the spleen. Damn did she have pointy elbows, but Gajeel couldn’t let her know that, so he kept walking, ignoring the throbbing and inability to breath.

“I’m not even that short!” Levy defended.

“Are you over five foot?” Gajeel asked, peering down at her expectantly.

“Four ten and a half.” Levy grumbled under her breath, huffing and looking away when Gajeel cackled loudly. “Shut up. How do you know Erza, anyway? Judging by the way you ran at lunch I’d say you two know each other pretty well.”

Gajeel grit his teeth when he remembered the fiasco that had been completely his cousin’s fault. And his roommates for that matter. “We’ve both been regulars at camp for a couple years, my pink haired dumbass of a cousin too, and we go to East Hill together. If ya think she’s a terror here you don’t even know what she’s like as student president.” Gajeel shivered as he remembered their pep rallies, attendance not optional. “I don’t know how Juvia manages to wring her in.”

Gajeel and Juvia had come up through the same middle school class, both part of a local gang that Juvia’s uncle had run. Igneel had tried to step in, but with Metalicana serving overseas as an army mechanic there had been little chance of Gajeel listening to him. They had both finally left together just before a big bust sent Juvia’s uncle to jail and her on the street, then Gajeel’s house. She had found solace in musical theater while Gajeel had reconnected with Natsu and Igneel, even if he’d never admit to his cousin how much he had helped him. Now Gajeel was set to graduate his metalshop program with honours next year, and Juvia wouldn’t stop bugging him and Natsu to join band and work in the pit for her last performance. As if Gajeel was gonna go anywhere near Erza and her obsession with the stage, even if she was only the stage manager.

“Wow, it seems like everyone here knows one another,” Levy sighed, the two now wandering through the outdoor activity stations. Gajeel raised a pierced eyebrow as he noticed the arrows and bows just laying in the field. Who was the genius that left those out?

“We get new people every year,” he said gruffly, inspecting an arrow off the ground. “Like Bunny Girl and those the dumbass she brought with her.”

“How come you call her Bunny Girl?” Levy asked, wandering to the next station that held bocce balls and lawn markers.

“‘Cus she looks ‘bout as scary as a cotton tailed rabbit.” Gajeel said, head snapping to Levy when he heard a light snicker. Her hand covered her mouth but her dark eyes were dancing, and Gajeel grinned proudly. He'd managed to make her laugh.

“Don't let her hear you say that.” Levy warned, wagging a finger at Gajeel even as she returned his shit eating grin -as his father liked to remind him every time they saw one another. “I'm sure it takes a lot of skill to herd Loke, Gray, and Cana. They're like cats.”

Gajeel scoffed. “Don't insult cats like that.”

Levy laughed openly, clasping her hands behind her back as they wandered past the rock wall and along the path that would lead them to the rehearsal studios. “You're right,” she hummed.

“Hey! I see Juvia!” She said suddenly, gripping Gajeel's wrist as she began a light trot. Gajeel blinked dumbly down at where her tiny hand half encircled his wrist, just above the spike wristband he wore, because it was metal.

“Uh,” he said, like even more of an idiot, letting Levy drag him to where Juvia had begun to wave. He noticed how her hair bounced with each step, light and easily caught in the breeze as it fluttered around her headband. Gajeel was reminded how blue was his favourite colour.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Natsu wondered if he jumped off the stage if the five feet would be enough to kill him.

Probably not.

He debated trying it anyway as Cana sauntered down the steps. Natsu yanked at his headphones, stuffing them in what was already a knotted mess of wires into his hoodie pocket, hands following after he placed the mic on the ground as he tried to will himself to disappear. “So tell me, how’d you switch personalities like that?” Cana asked as she made her way to the stage, crossing her arms on the edge of the elevated floor and looking up at him. “One minute you're the dictionary definition of ‘needs a hug but doesn’t know how to ask for one’ and the next you’re Mr. Rock God, owning the stage like it’s your bitch.”

Natsu choked on his spit, taking a hand out of it’s safety nest to pull his beanie further down his face. Maybe if he just prayed really hard a meteor would fall from the sky, killing him instantly. When a few seconds passed with no such divine intervention, Natsu released the breath he’d been holding and peeked at Cana, who now sat on the edge of the stage, one knee bent as an armrest and the other hanging off the old wood. She raised an eyebrow as more silence passed by them, taking a sip from a flask she had gotten from... somewhere.

“The music, I guess.” Natsu mumbled, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. He knew that Cana was close to Lucy now, and whatever hope he had of not being a total idiot in front of her was gone. Her and Cana were probably going to laugh about it for hours. And Loke. And Gray too, probably.

Fuck.

Maybe he’d just live in the woods for the rest of camp.

“Well you should get that confidence with whatever you do. I haven’t heard someone sing with that much raw talent for years.” Cana said instead, and Natsu almost choked on his spit, again. He stalled under her unexpectedly serious look, head tilted forward as her mouth followed her lowered flask. “It suits you.”

Natsu was struck by the sudden family resemblance between her and Gildarts. The old man had been Natsu’s mentor the last few times he’d been at Fairy Tail, Natsu always feeling easy around him like he did with his own father. He didn’t know why, but seeing the same eyes staring at him from the semi-drunk teenager both calmed and unnerved him.

‘Um, thanks.” Natsu said.

“No prob!” Cana smiled, back to her early cocky smirk. “‘Sides, Lucy loves guys that look like they know what they’re doing, and you have the right amount of innocent virgin that’ll take her off her guard.”

Natsu flushed deeply, stuttering over harsh denials at Cana’s vague hand movements that gestured to, well, him. “I-, I mean I’m not not but I d-don’t see, I- fuckin’ alcoholic!” he finally spat out, glaring at the ground as he hopped from the stage, hands stuffed back into his pocket in fists. His glare snapped to her as she cackled loudly.

“Holy shit, if you could see your face! Relax buddy, no one cares here, duh. It’s a stupid social construct anyway, no need to get your panties in a bunch.” Cana waved off, patting him roughly on the back as she followed suit and pushed off the stage, walking towards the entrance to the arena.

Natsu debated turning on his heel and disappearing to go find a nice cliff to throw himself off of, but decided against it. Who would take care of Fev? Happy was sure to find a good home with one of his cousins, but his guitar? He wouldn’t trust her with anyone but himself.

“Yknow,” Cana began, pulling him from his thoughts, “your performance actually reminded me of someone.”

Natsu raised an eyebrow.

“Who?”

Cana opened her mouth to answer the question, but was interrupted by a very loud, very abrupt, distinctly red-headed-

“YOU THERE! HALT!”

Cana cursed to herself before springing up and grabbing Natsu by the scarf.

“Run for your life you virginal Jared Leto!”

Natsu fought for breath as Cana pulled him along, his feet complying with the harsh jolt from the rest of his body. He glanced behind them just as they slipped backstage to see two people, one with ‘Camp Enforcer’ written on her megaphone in sharpie, running down the steps towards the stage.

Why did he not check the mic was on?!

Eventually Cana let go of him to fumble with the dock on a stage side door. Her steady hand surprised him considering he was pretty sure that flask she'd had not five minutes ago was now empty. Within seconds they were out the door and barricading it behind them.

They ran for another five minutes. Making sure she-who-shall-not-be-named was no longer in pursuit. Cana found the whole endeavor quite hilarious. Natsu, however, was shitting himself. Even if Erza hadn't caught him now, there was no doubt she'd recognized his voice. She would come for him. Maybe not now. Maybe not later. But soon.

She would find him.

Natsu gulped.

“Anyway, what was I saying again?” Cana asked as though they hadn't just finished running for their lives.

“Something about my performance remind you of someone?”

“Oh yeah!”

“Please don't say Gray,” Natsu cut in, “I couldn't live with myself.”

“Oh no, you don't wear nearly enough eyeliner.”

“I don't wear any eyeliner.”

“That's not the point here,” Cana waved her hand flippantly and pulled another, different flash from- well, it had to be thin air bc the girl had no pockets. Or y’know, an actual shirt.

And then she surprised him even more.

“You reminded me of Lucy.”

Natsu froze.

“WHAT?!”

“Have you ever seen her perform.” She insisted, “And I don't mean that fancy-smanshy graceful piano playing- I mean really perform.”

“I-I've never even heard her sing.”

“Well first of all, you're missing out. But second of all,” Cana smiled to herself, “About a year ago Lucy had this huge argument with her Dad. I can't even remember what it was about but fuck- she stayed at my house for a full week. Then all of a sudden, she just went home. Said everything was fine. Loke found out she'd signed up to the talent show the next day, and eventually she all asked for our help in putting her act together. But it was her act. It was the first time she ever went solo.”

Natsu listened with interest, not quite understanding where Cana was going with this.

“She invited her dad. Reserved the best seat in the house for him. And by God, that was the best ‘fuck you’ performance I've ever seen in my life.”

“What did she do?” He was a little afraid to ask.

“She sang Not Ready To Make Nice by the Dixie Chicks and man, country was so unexpected but fuck if she didn't work it.” Cana looked up at the sky, awe in her eyes as she relived the performance. “Played her violin as even more of an ‘in your face, Dad’ point and damn if I didn’t cry tears of joy watching that angry little blonde seeth into the microphone and play her violin to a non classical song. The audience broke into the loudest applause of the night, even if her dad refused to pay for her music lessons afterwards.”

Natsu stumbled over a stone. “He stopped her from playing and singing because she was mad at him?” Natsu asked, horrified. He and Igneel had gotten into a few screaming matches about his attitude when he was younger, sure, but the thought that Igneel would ever deny him a part of himself, Natsu just couldn’t imagine a parent doing that.

“Pssh, as if. Nah, Lucy used the allowance she had been saving and applied for scholarships for the programs. Got in too, when she proved that her father refused to support her.” Cana brushed off, turning over the empty flask and pouting as it solidified her lack of prohibited drink.

“Oh,” Natsu said. Real smart. Cana’s telling him about a major moment in Lucy’s life and all he can say is ‘oh’. Still better than being caught by Erza though, so Natsu would take it. He looked around as they met the main path that led in a loop around camp, pale gravel reassuring as it meant he was only a few minutes away from being able to hide in his cabin for the next 48 hours.

“Shit.”

Natsu was being yanked by his scarf -again- before he could ask what Cana had seen, forced to look at the bulletin board that would house the weeks’ themes once they were released. Right now though, it held bulletins for school opportunities, programs, concerts, scholarships, and dead center; a poster for a karaoke night happening at the camp fire after sundown tomorrow.

“You two! Have you seen anyone run by here?” A voice called behind them, Natsu feeling his soul try to escape via puking and every nerve in his body fighting between ‘run for your life’ or ‘lay down and accept your fate’.

“No idea what you’re talkin’ ‘bout Erza,” Cana drawled, perfectly playing the clueless camper role. “But if you see who had just been singing tell them congrats on the record deal quality voice.”

Natsu blushed at the compliment, hands fisted tight in his pockets and struggling to concentrate on the board. There was no way she meant that. Natsu had an average level voice, at best. Now, if he could show off his guitar skills, then maybe she would tell Lucy about it...

“I will tell them that the stage is off limits territory when not during an event.” Erza snapped, obviously irritated at missing her victims. Aka, Natsu. “What are you two doing here anyway?” she asked, squinting when Natsu finally turned to look at her over his shoulder.

“Just checking out the opportunities on the board!” Natsu said, voice cracking and sending him burrowing into his scarf.

“Yeah, I was just convincing Natsu here to do karaoke night! Can't keep all this talent hidden behind a dumbass beanie!” Cana added eagerly, slinging an arm around his shoulders and somehow dislodging his ‘dumbass’ hat. Natsu squawked as he lunged for the grey beanie, too late to do anything else but clutch it to his chest.

“Damn! What bet did you lose?” Cana guffawed. Natsu shrank under her laughter and tried to elbow her arm off his shoulders. Why was she the same height as him?

“It's just my hair,” he grumbled.

“It's a good thing Lucy's favourite colour is pink then, eh?” Cana continued to tease, grinning at Erza. “But really, this can't be his actual hair colour.”

“It is.” Erza said with a small smile at Natsu. “And I think it suits him. I will see you both at campfire tonight! I'm looking forward to hearing what you choose to perform tomorrow Natsu.”

Natsu watched blankly as Erza and a girl with purply black hair and a deadly stare stalked off. “What the fuck?” Natsu hissed, shoving off Cana roughly and yanking his beanie over his head.

“Aw cmon, don't be so sensitive.” Cana rolled her eyes. “Besides, she bought it!”

“Now I have to sing at that stupid karaoke thing.” Natsu grumbled. What if there were no good songs, or if his voice cracked. Sure Natsu could sing in the shower, but he'd never actually sang in front of people.

He wanted to put his head through the cork board. Why was he acting so insecure? He was Natsu Dragneel, son of Igneel Dragneel, renowned rescue helicopter pilot. He could do anything he put his mind to.

Except talk to pretty girls like Lucy apparently.

“Well, if you do manage to find the balls to get on stage, try and pick a song you know in your sleep. Or come see me for a confidence boost recipe.” Cana winked, wagging her empty bottle beside her head.

“Erm...” Natsu said, helpfully. What the fuck had he gotten himself into?

Playlist:

Stuck In The Middle - Boys Like Girls

The Anthem - Good Charlotte

Separate Songs - Restorations

Closer to the Edge - 30 Seconds To Mars

Not Ready To Make Nice -Dixie Chicks

March Into The Sun - Echosmith

[lafayeeeeeet-blog]

Brace yourself

this is a collab fic between me and @mon-cher-angelique !, this is my  first time ever even writing story, so ya. (mon-cher-angelique is the true genius behind this, i was just kinda there) Mon-cher-angelique is also posting this same fic on their account too so check them out! (btw this idea was partially based off of @bunny-yams art) 

Word Count: 3900

Pairing: HamilSquad x Reader

Summary: The reader decides that it's finally time for some braces but what will their boys think? Will they even tell them. Only time will tell.

The clinically white walls of the unrecognisable office swirled around your body in a drug infused haze, a feeling of numbness having already surpassed your mouth and running downwards towards your legs. Any pain that your body was registering and attempting to communicate with your non-functioning brain cells were quickly being overridden by the anaesthetic that was coursing heavily through your bloodstream and rerouting your neurons to fall into a sublime forgery of blissful ecstasy. As you attempted to move your heavy limbs off of the dentist’s chair that you had been trapped within for the past 2-3 hours, you began to realise how heavy and limp your legs had become as the numbness spread and infected every nerve in your system. All because your teeth had been caged into a 3 year commitment that they never truly agreed to.

Your body slowly shifted, sliding down the chair in an uncomfortable and uncontrollable manner. The orthodontists was busy else where currently, leaving only the nurses to watch your embarrassing  fall to the cold, hard ground in the sterile office. You splurted out an incoherent string of apologies but every word seemed to arrive into the atmosphere in a forced and muffled manner, very different to the melody of chords that used to arise from that small box in your throat. Was this how you would alway sound now? Like a child whose teeth had never even arrived or a person wearing a set of teeth guards as they played a contact sport.  

The nurse took a minute to even comprehend what was going on but she soon snapped out of it and helped you off the ground, which took a few times considering you could barely move your body. Finding it a difficult process to even lift your body in this distorted state. The Orthodontist came in shortly after the nurse finally managed to get you back on the chair. He spoke in a very soft tone, almost patronizing yet despite your mental state, you could tell it was unintentional.

“Hello (Y/N), how do you feel?”

A slur of words came out and the orthodontist quietly chuckled to himself,basing his judgment off of your face that was crinkled in anger at the lack of movement your body possessed.  The orthodontist turned his back to you and gathered a bunch of tools that would be useful in this new, painful chapter of your life. With his back still turned to you, he started asking you pointless questions such as want color toothbrush you wanted. The decisions seemed futile so you simply pointed to a random colour which in turn the nurse provided you. Your whole mouth felt as dry as the desert and like it was stuffed to the be with cotton wool.

The doctor continued to ramble into you about care for your braces and the necessities that could no longer be avoided. Concentrating was possibly the hardest thing to do when the drugs were still in your system, your eyes never being able to focus properly on the orthodontists unattractive face. No wonder they had to earn a lot of money, if they all looked like him then they would need it. His hooked nose that bent to the left, his beady little eyes that didn't have a colour and his messy hair that wouldn't seem to sit still no in any direction. To be honest though, since you started dating your boys, you had found every male unattractive and staring up the doctor’s nose hairs did not improve his image. One of the nurses, you think her name was Maria, gently tapped the orthodontist’s arm to indicate that you were barely able to sit on a chair, let alone remember his easily forgettable monologue. Yet seeing how slutty this Maria dressed, she could have possibly tapped the orthodontist for a booty call or a quickie, probably the reason why her boobs were practically hanging out of her shirt for the whole operation.

“ (F/N), (L/N).” The doctor muttered as he stared down at his clipboard with your information on it. Look, he had already forgotten your name, probably something to do with Maria’s tits. “Due to the need to install some fillings and do some minor dental repair - We were required to put you under anaesthetic. It seemed to have affected you dramatically and as per usual, you are unable to drive and it is certainly suggested to stay away from all alcohol and any drugs that are not prescribed. As you are unable to drive it is required that you have someone to come and pick you up from the office.Do you have anyone? Do you need me to call your next of kin or your partner?”

You slowly shook your head, there was no way you were letting your boyfriend’s see these braces before you had enough time to adjust. You smiled as your remembered that you had called your older brother to come and pick you up, then you stopped smiling because of the pain. A knock echoed through the surgery room, causing the inhabitants of the room to turn and wait for the grand entry. A tall, frizzy headed man peeked through the door with a nervous grin on his face.

“That would be me, the most amazing brother this world has ever seen.” You groaned as Thomas Jefferson spoke, a cheeky grin lighting up his entire face. Gosh, why couldn't you have called Madison or someone? “It's alright doctor. I'll take them home and tell their boyfriend everything they need to know. they are just embarrassed about having to get them back on because they didn't look after them well enough the first time.” His gloating came as a sharp jab to your ego. It was true that the only reason you were needing braces this late in life was because you had some jack all to keep them perfect. You didn't wear your retainer, your dental hygiene was often poor except for a brushing and you never wore tight enough bands. Plus, What was all this boyfriend nonsense? You clearly had a polyamorous relationship - why wouldn't he just say it? You growled angrily at Tom as you crossed your arms and stared daggers into his skull. Why the fuck did you pick him?

“That’s great…(Y/N)!” The awkward pause between his sentence and your name was to provide time for Dr Reynolds to actually look down at your papers and find your name. You just wanted to be out of this hell hole and you wanted it quickly. Dr Reynolds handed Thomas  enough pieces of paper to make a small manuscript as rambled on about the importance of food and instructions on how to care for the metal cage in your mouth, all while you were just mumbling to yourself and fiddling with your fingers. You gripped your brothers long sleeve and tugged on it as gently as your fumbling hands could, quickly grabbing his attention. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and a pat on your head and gave you a hand single that represented that he would be just a minute. Thomas was a very kind, gentle man and he never left his siblings when they needed him instead he would take them under his arm and coddle them until he deemed any danger to be gone. His attention was quickly snapped up by the orthodontist once more before your tugging quickly began, making him sigh gently as he swapped the sleeve trapped in your clutches with his own hand as an attempt to calm you. He didn't understand what emotion you were feeling as the drugs continued to backhand you into reality. Once Thomas and your orthodontist were done talking, Thomas walked up to you and spoke softly.

“Hey (Y/N), you ready to leave darlin?” his southern drawl started to peak out. It was a creature comfort to hear your brothers natural accent. You managed to speak out a spluttered form of yes, embellishing the new lisp that you hadn't had for almost 7 years. Your entire body was flaccid and lax, your eyes barely managing to stay open as you narrowly attempted to keep your body awake. Thomas scooped up your slack body, which naturally draped itself and contorted to provide him a gentle grip so he was able to carry you. Thomas pecked your forehead gently as he carried you bridal style down the flights of stairs and into his imported, fancy car that your parents had bought him.

“Y-youuuu shaid that I had a boyfriend. I h-have four, shhhhithead.” You groaned. Everything about talking was annoying; your added lisp, your stutter and the elongated way you stretched out your words. Not to mention the pain.You were almost crying “Ow…”

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I know it hurts…I went through it myself remember but think about the positives. Your teeth will look amazing darlin! Heck, I will even buy you all new veneers so they are pearly white just like mine. Besides, your boyfriends will love it.” His words were met with an evil stare as he gently placed you in the passenger seat of the car, letting you do your own buckle because you were strong and independent. Plus he had copped a beating from you before and he didn't want to relive those terrifying memories - especially when you were in this foul of a mood. “The only reason I didn't mention them was because I doubt that Dr Reynolds would understand. So look, I am sorry. Just please don’t hit me while I am driving.” His words were gentle as he shifted his bulky frame into the hideously painted, custom maroon Lamborghini.

“Fine but-t onshy becaushue you ashked nicely, youuu fuckerr”

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On the drive home, you began to question the driving system of America - How the fuck had they let your brother on the road?If it wasn’t bad enough that you were already in pain, having Thomas speed over every bump as though he was a race car driver, almost made you break your word about no hitting him.  The wheels of his ugly yet expensive car came to a speeding halt on the bitchumen road outside of your New York apartment building, barely parking in between the clear white lines of the car space. “We’re here!” he said as he turned to you with a Cheshire cat grin spreading across his defined cheekbones.

“Shank Fuck forr shat!” you groaned as you quickly opened the door, before hastily unbuckling yourself. Your brain failed to recognise in its desperate attempt to free yourself of your brother, that the nerves which played a cumbersome role in maneuvering , your entire body were  currently fired, leaving your lax figure falling to the  unbreakable gravel beneath the custom wheels of your obnoxious brother’s car. Thomas was still busy trying to change the radio back to whatever songs he was playing before you infiltrated his radio system on the drive here when he heard the distinctive crash of your body colliding with the road. Thomas quickly threw off his seatbelt and dashed to the passenger side of the car only to see you passionately bombarding the ground with kisses. His grin disappeared to a flicker of worry before a hyena like cackle filled the air, how typical was it for you to complain about his driving in the most dramatically way even if you were high on drugs.

“My driving isn't that bad (Y/N).” He chuckled as he bent down to his knees and gave you his hand. Holy shit, had your brother had a manicure? Madison must have had something to do with this, you could tell. Taking his hand into your own grip, you let him pull you up so your feet landed gently on the solid floor beneath you.

A heavy groan escaped your lips before and words could be formed by your dazed brain. “For onsh I’mm not trying to complain about your shhhit driving” your new lisp heavily impairing your speech like a drunk man on his sixth beer. Your brothers laughter died down to a slight giggle as he propped your lax body up with his toned arms. Letting you balance yourself  on his broad shoulders in an attempt to disconnect you from your current partner, the ground.

“Alright alright, let’s get you off of the nasty, grotty road and get you home, I don’t think the ground appreciates how you are touching it anyway” with whatever body movement you had left, you rolled your eyes at what he said as he picked you up again to bring you inside. He bested your weight easily, as though you were no more than a feather, as he lead you into the lobby of your shabby apartment building that you shared with your boyfriends; Lafayette, Hercules, John and Alex. Stumbling, wobbling and terrifying was the only way to describe your fifteen minute long journey to level4, your apartment being on level 8. It was at this point in time when Thomas realized he forgot every document that the orthodontist had provided you with on caring for yourself in your…impaired state. “Fuck” he muttered aggressively. “I’ll be right back (Y/N), I forgot your papers. Don't move okay? No trying anything stupid, I need you to stay in one piece so the boys don't kill me”

He sat you down on the ground, giving you another coddling kiss on your cheek before he raced back down the flights of stairs to retrieve them. You sat there for the first five minutes just fumbling with your thumbs acting like a toddler who couldn't be left alone without supervision for 5 minutes without causing mischief. Some people passed by and they gave you strange looks, recognising you as that weird girl with four boyfriends from level 8 but you just shrugged it off. It had become normal for you to do that. You were starting to wonder where Tommy was, did it really take this long to get some papers? Especially with his long legs. After a what felt like a millennium of waiting, you saw your older brother nearly trip up the stairs in a rush to get back to you. You started to giggle wishing you could have seen him actually trip, the mere thought of him tripping made you smile. Something that Thomas hadn't seen in the hour and half since he picked you up from the orthodontists office, New York traffic was a nightmare.

“What are you smiling about? Oh whatever, it probably something immature, you are on drugs after all. Not that you don't laugh at stupid crap for no reason without drugs but you’re just a weirdo (Y/N).” He brushed it off like he didn’t care, but it made the fake French man ecstatic to see you smile, he loved seeing you happy. “Come on, let’s get you up stairs now before your boyfriends hunt me down and accuse me of stealing you”.

He allowed you to lean on his shoulders yet again before hiking up another four  flights of steep stairs to get you back home finally. As you reached your apartment, he knocked on the door loudly, purely to piss of alex because he knew alex hated that obnoxious loud knock, Thomas’s favourite pastime was pissing off your shortest boyfriend. Noises echoed from the inside of your home, the sounds of booming footsteps echoed into the hall as four men clearly raced to answer the door. The door was viciously swung open to see your four men as excited as Pomeranians hearing the word ‘walkies’ in an obnoxiously high pitched voice. Alex was the first to shove everyone other man aside in order to see their little angel arrive back home. You had left the house that morning proclaiming you had a doctor’s appointment but you never specified what that meant or involved, hoping that no would notice the embarrassing barriers clasping your teeth together. It was impossible not to notice a set of braces, so you knew it was best to keep your mouth shut and not say a word. What would happen if they kissed you? The last time you kissed a boy when you had braces, he cut his tongue on the snipped wire when he tried to French kiss you. Thank god it wasn't your boys.

“(Y/N)!!! My god your home. I missed you! How was your appointment?” His babbles bombarded your sense as you felt the short man jump into your warm and unexpecting embrace. His started planting kisses all over your face, once again resembling a small dog that had been away from his owner for too long. Suddenly is dreamy gaze turned sour, realising who the man behind you was. “Why are you here Jefferson?”

John had to stifle a giggle as Alex's face started to resemble an angry tomato, caught somewhere between rage and blushing. His furs with Jefferson managed to surpass the office doors every time he left for work, bringing his hatred for your eldest brother into the small apartment you all shared.

“I came to drop off my sister, fuck face. Don't look so surprised, I can show affection to people Hamilton. They just have to deserve it.” He retorted back with a cheeky smirk spread across his face, your closed fist colliding with his beefy shoulders in a hard punch. “Ow, piss off metal mouth. I am just telling your idiot of a boyfriend over here that I care enough to pick up my little sibling from the orthodontist when they had their braces put on. Where were they, Huh?”

You face palmed your face aggressively, letting a sigh out. Why the fuck had he said that?

“Orthodontist? Metal mouth?” John said confused. What on earth was Jefferson talking about today? . “Why would he call yo-” John cut himself off quickly realizing that you got braces. The men had known you used to have braces “Open up let me see” he spoke sternly. You tried to refuse, squirming you head away from his grip but eventually you gave in. The pain of having your face prodded and briskly moving away from someone's touch spread through your face, feeling like a car colliding with a tree.

“Oh mon amor…why didn't you tell us?” Questioned Lafayette as a pout quickly enveloped his face. His large eyes looking genuinely shocked and upset with your hidden medical agenda, making your heart break into tiny pieces.”Were you scared we would tease you? We would never tease you mon cher! We love you… why hide it?”

“Ish hurtss.” You cried back, your bottom lip wobbling as tears streamed down your face, clouding your beautiful eyes. “I n-no like my brashis.” You whispered as Hercules pushed through the men and hugged you tightly, slowly leading everyone including your brother into the apartment’s lounge room. Setting your body gently down on the couch, pecking your forehead gently, he was far to scared to kiss your lips.

“Do you mind dropping the affection? I'm here too you know and it's bad enough I have to see them kiss ponytail over here.” Said Thomas as he spread himself out on the couch, letting his feet sit on the coffee table as though he owned the place. You grumbled angrily as you have him a hard smack to the chops, trying to get him to take back the statement and to understand his place here. Alex looked fuming as he got up ready to start a fist fight with your brother, one hard stare from you brought your little lover him back to reality.

“If you don't lishk it, then pisssh off fuck facesh.” You spat back quickly, letting yourself be cuddled by Hercules. Lafayette seemed to think this was a hoot as he started to holler in fits of laughter, slapping his hand roughly against the side of the couch. Alex looked like the cat who caught the rat, a smug grin and a raised eyebrow with a small head nod let Thomas knew where he stood here.

“Your lisp is adorable baby.” Said John as he kissed your cheek gently, slowly walking out of the room and into the kitchen. You made grabby hands for your boyfriend as you watched him walk away, what was he doing? “Don't worry kitten. I am making you something to eat. What do you want?”

“Oh about that. Yeah, here's some papers turtle boy. It's says what they can and can't eat.” Said Thomas as he threw the white bag to John, filled with papers given to you by the orthodontist. Johns face contorted into a shocked expression, the colour draining from his face.

“What did you mean they can't eat popcorn?!?!” Screamed john as he scanned the typed words. How could they not eat popcorn or hard candy, that was there lifeline these days. All five of them would come home and make a bowl of popcorn and watch a movie, a small token of appreciation for the person who did everything in the tiny apartment. John attempted to win over his lover “I'll tell you what. We can eat it one last time, just the five of us,” all the boys moved their heads simultaneously nodded their heads, trying to get Thomas to catch on. “We can settle down and watch a movie. Snuggle up to the most beautiful person ever with the most adorable lisp I have ever heard. The five of us…Just us.”

“Fine, fine. I know when I'm not wanted here. Remember, my Mac and cheese will be nice in your teeth. Eat that for dinner.” huffed Thomas as he grabbed his distastefully purple jacket and gave you a small kiss. You loved your big brother no matter what happened and it was times like these that you truly appreciated him for what he is.

“NO YOU FUCKING DON’T OTHERWISE YOU WOULD HAVE LEFT HALF AN HOUR AGO RAT MAN!! BUGGER OFF YOU FUCKER!” Screamed Alex loudly, stomping his foot on the ground like an upset child. “AND YOUR MAC AND CHEESE IS SHIT THOMAS. “ he slammed the door behind your brother, not wanting to hear or see his political nemesis for another week until the next cabinet battle.

You giggled as you sat on the couch with your boys, your metal braces in clear view for your partners to see. As Alex returned back into the loveseat that you all shared, he carried a fluffy blanket from the linen closet. Draping it over your body before plopping down beside you. John returned from the small kitchen with a bag of ready made microwave popcorn, dripping in butter (just how you liked it) under his right arm and a bowl of hard candy in his left. He slapped them down on the table as Hercules put on a movie and Lafayette fiddles with your hair gently. Maybe having these braces weren't so bad.

“You knows, I love you boysh.”

“We know mon amor. We know. You know we love your braces and your lisp? It sounds adorable.” Questioned Lafayette with a wink as his arm slipped across your shoulder and pulled you close so that all of the boys sat together on the same couch with you.

“I know. My amashing boyfriendsh.”

[vvakarians]

It’s getting really gay under the cut, featuring my Phillippe Vandame and @charlatanreyes ‘s Antigonus 

It wasn’t the stench that seemed to permeate the walls nor the sound of rats feet skittering across the stone; no, it was the small body, it’s arms wrapped around itself as if to ward off the oncoming hand of death. The child had not been down here for more than two days and yet the rot of the Spire had already began to claim it, every tendril of mold that Phillippe laid his eyes on made his stomach turn and threaten to compromise him.

“Not now, not in front of the others”, he thought to himself, and threw his gaze away from the glowstone. Beside him, the other recruits were watching in an irreverent silence, most would scoff later about how the mage hadn’t been strong enough, that it should have been strong enough if it had wanted to live. It. Such an ugly word, the other recruits threw it around as if the syllable meant nothing --as if the dead were not there-- and laughed. How could they call anyone that and mean it, especially about a child?

“You sure we should really be disposing of the body, more food for the rats” one of them snarled, turning towards the senior templar that stood in front of them all.

He was an older man, a Knight-Lieutenant of the Order, long, stringy gray hair pulled back and constantly shaven, but rather badly. Phillippe could not remember his name for the life of him and thought he’d rather not know, it was better to not put a name to the face when things went wrong, as they often did.

“The mage will be taken upstairs to another chamber, you are here for removal, nothing more. Maker willing, you’ll get this one and the others cleaned up in double the time the others did”, the Knight-Lieutenant muttered and made his way forward through the trio of recruits before him.

Panic sank to the bottom of Phillippe’s stomach as he realized that the man was leaving him here with the other two men, in the Pit of the Spire, to clean up the remains of other people. Before he could even string together a coherent thought the older Knight had walked completely out of the holding cell, his heavy footsteps echoing off the damp walls. With only the glowstone affixed to the floor of the small room, the young man once again glanced downwards and felt his stomach roil. This child could have been no more than eleven when he had died, only slightly older than his own little brother that wandered the halls awaiting his Harrowing.

Whoever, or whatever had killed this boy certainly left a mess. Dark swathes of blood colored the stones beneath the body and beneath the recruits boots, mostly dried, but some spots were still tacky. Phillippe didn’t dare look for the eyes, if they were even present, he knew well enough that some rat had probably snatched them away long ago. Most of the damage to the body was likely done after the mage had died, as the murderer had only stabbed it’s victim --exactly once-- straight through the heart. They hadn’t even had time to let loose a fireball or freeze the assailant before the dagger had done its work.

One of the other recruits scoffed as he knelt down beside the body, armor clanking together as he did so. He was not a good looking man, a recruit that had been taken later in life than the rest, no doubt sporting a belly that could hold half his weight in ale. The man screwed up his gnarled root of a nose and spat into the darkness, chuckling as the rats scrambled for cover.

“Still think we should leave it for food”, his voice was just as rough as he seemed, life had not made him kind.

“I don’t think the rats would want to eat the rest of ‘im, they took the best parts already” the other recruit, a smaller man, no more than Phillippes age clanked over to Rough Voice’s side and gazed down. Not an Orlesian by the sound of his accent, more than likely some ruffian they pulled out of the prison to fill out the ranks.

“Our superior asked for us to bring him up, we should do as he requested”

The words were out of his mouth before Phillippe could stop himself, both the other recruits’ heads snapped up and gave him a sneer. Rough Voice’s teeth were a harsh yellow color that only added to the young man’s nausea. Why in the Maker’s name did it seem like he was the only one that actually took care of himself?

“And what do you think they’re gonna do with it’s body, send it back? Andraste’s tits, you’re a daft one, it probably had no parents, or if it did they wouldn’t want it back anyway”, Rough Voice’s friend grumbled. An anger began to boil within Phillippe at the man’s gall, how dare he say that? This mage had been no more than a boy when he died, his parents were probably worried sick, or at best, and hopefully, dead. At least then they’d be with their child instead of waiting for word from the White Spire about his untimely demise. His armored fists clenched at his side and he had every inclination to draw his sword right there, perhaps cut out the tongue of the recruit who had dared say that, however he was able to hold himself back for the time being.

“Do you have no kind bone in your body? He was a child”

“And? Children die where I come from everyday, noble boy, it wasn’t anythin’ special”, the second recruits brow knit together for a moment and his own rage overcame his features, “Why do you care anyway? You were raised with a golden spoon in your mouth, I bet, not to mention this thing was a mage. They aren’t like you and me”

They aren’t like you and me.

Phillippe’s mind went straight to Jean-Marc, his little brother, undoubtedly fast asleep right about now in his quarters. He imagined the boy at his feet with his siblings face, how this very well could have been him at any point. His own parents had practically been rejoicing when they sent their youngest son of to the Circle, as if a tremendous weight had been lifted from their shoulders. Being cursed with a mage child meant that there was just another black mark on the family’s reputation, it meant that it was another child that could not further their legacy. Memories of Jean being stripped away from them, quietly, without a fuss did not exist in his eldest brothers mind. There were only images of the child biting and kicking at the templars, his shrill voice had made the walls shake while they were made to watch. He could remember every detail, every lamp shattering on the walls, the crystalline tears as they fell from the boy’s green eyes. It reminded him of another. A first born son, made to confess why he had kissed another boy, and then being dragged up to his room. Locked away in personal void laid out before him by his parents. Phillippe could still remember the voice of his mother as she spoke with his eldest sister.

He isn’t like you or me.

The rage was almost too much to bear, lyrium song screeching in his ears as he took a step forward in the dark.

“I will not let you leave him here to be eaten like some discarded meat. If you won’t do this, then I will”

There was a chuckled from one of them, but Phillippe did not care to recognize the source, his body moving of it’s own accord. Perhaps there was something that was said, but he did not hear it; there was only the image of the boy, alone in his room. He isn’t like you or me. His armor scraped against the bloodied stone as he scooped up the corpse, the body itself weighed no more than a bird would, and yet it had a heaviness to it that the young man knew all too well. Unfortunately, he had become too fixated on the small thing in his arms and did not take notice to the fact Rough Voice had stood, placing his boot out in front of Phillippe. No doubt his voice would be bouncing off of the walls just as the Knight-Lieutenant's footfalls had, the third man noticing none of it. True to the situation, he did not see the boot, only registering the way the cold, stale air rushed out from beneath him.

Phillippe did not fall gracefully, indeed he fell with a great -whoompf! - and clattered to the ground so loudly that somewhere down the hall another pair of footsteps could be heard making for the stairs up to the main floor. A pair of footsteps that should not have been there in the first place, however the three recruits did not take heed, instead the two lugs cackled while their peer reeled on the floor.

Flecks of pain dotted the arm he had landed on, no doubt there would be severe bruising at the very least, in the moment though, he did not care. Upon his fall he had slammed down into the corpse, the acrid smell of death washing over him in waves. He had already begun to retch as he rolled off the boy, this time able to register the laughs continuing to come out of the other two men behind him. Pure anger and embarrassment mixed into a volatile concoction within his chest while he let his body do what it needed.

“Shoulda’ been watchin’ where you were goin’, noble boy” one of them were able to choke out amongst their fit of chuckling, “Hows that body doin’ now? Can’t wait to see the look on that old geezers face when you present it to ‘im-”

In three swift movements, carried by all the rage inside him, Phillippe’s fist connected with Rough Voice’s jaw. Bile and spit still dripped from the corner of his mouth as he slammed another into his already pitted face, the other recruit scrambling to make it towards the cell door. He didn’t know how many times he had delivered a punch to the older recruit, only that he had stopped when a pair of stronger hands had seized him under the arms, fresh blood splattered everywhere in the cell now. In all reality, Phillippe did not care, through the numbness and pain all he could hear was the song laced with his mothers words.

He isn’t like you or me.

Again. Again. Phillippe’s fists slammed into the training dummy, splintering the wood holding it upright, with a single, furious shout. As he took a step back it toppled over, Rough Voice --later to be named Virgil Greer, a transfer from the Marches-- still fresh in his mind this many years afterwards. He had learned the next week that the man had nearly died from his wounds, apparently Phillippe had shattered much of his jaw and an eye socket, the bastard refusing to eat anything while the healer worked on him for days. After that early morning in the Pit he had been assigned to a different Circle, the third transfer in a year for the merchant turned supposed holy warrior, put in his place by a seventeen year old boy from a prominent noble family, and an Orlesian one at that. Phillippe had never been sent to the Pit again and had instead been put on guard duty for the various Tranquils about the White Spire, as well as punished with attending Harrowings for the remainder of his days as a templar. Or that’s how he liked to put it. No doubt the Knight-Commander had thought it best to put him in his place after such a show, not that it helped make him any quieter.

Now the boy was a man, recovering from a recent red lyrium exposure in the Emprise, his scars keeping him up at all hours with the pain of a fever. A constant, underlying song sang beneath his skin when he wasn’t focused on something else, not even the Calling, which had been nearly eradicated since his Joining, could do much of anything anymore. He had taken to sitting in the snow banks when he wasn’t in his cot, soaking in the cold that eventually would just make him sick on top of the lyrium withdrawals, but it was enough to keep the terrible heat at bay. At least while the Warden-Constable was with the other Warden recruits. Come to think of it he had felt a familiar presence on the edge of camp that morning just before he had started beating up the training dummy..

“What in Andraste’s name do you think you’re doing, Warden?!”

Ah, there he is, Phillipe thought fondly, letting himself smile just a bit while his breath made clouds in the near zero temperature. His bloodshot eyes landed upon the elf who had emerged from a tent nearby, soft, brown hair gently waving in the cold breeze, a scowl gracing his normally sweet features. Here he had thought Antigonus could not get more beautiful, only to be proven wrong the moment they had come to the Emprise with the Inquisitors in tow. He relished every moment he could hold the man in his arms and warm him with his unnatural heat, even when they were still bloodied from battle.

“I’m teaching the dummy a lesson”, he replied once the Warden-Constable trudged closer, full armor gleaming off the snow.

“You should be resting, Vandame”

A sigh escaped Phillippe’s lips as he adjusted his own armor, growing uncomfortably hot beneath it already, “Is it too late for me to say no?”

“Phillippe-”

“I couldn’t sleep, you had gone to brief the others and the--”, he winced as a twinge of pain crawled up his back, “the song was making it hard to even relax”

Antigonus replied with a wonderfully cool hand placed against the warden recruits cheek, concern flitting across his brow so quickly that Phillippe regretted ever getting out of bed.

“You still have a high fever, you should really come back to rest”

“Only if you’ll come with me”

“You know I will, mon cher, I only had to step out for a moment this morning”

There was an unspoken moment between the two as Antigonus offered up his hand to the other man, Phillippe taking it almost instantly, if anything could get that memory of the Pit out of his head it would be the Warden-Constable. Upon the closing of the tent flap behind him the elven man’s fingers helped pry off the sweat soaked armor that Phillippe had made himself haul on early that morning, his wonderfully cool skin relieving the pain near immediately. Antigonus’s gentle lips pressed a calming trail of kisses along his jaw and had the Orlesian man sighing in contentment as he eased himself into the Warden-Constables lap, his head resting between his legs. He had missed Ani’s smile, the way his eyes creased just so when he did, the way his hair tickled his cheeks when he would lean down to kiss him. Perhaps it wasn’t so bad t relive the memories, the he isn’t like you or me moments, if he would eventually feel the elf’s touch, his hands carding through his hair and smoothing it down. The press of magical energy eased away the song that rested just behind his eyes as he was able to finally just relax; the shivering reduced to a minimum while Ani took care of him. Later he would think of a way to repay him, to relieve the burden of command just for a little while, but for now he was content with the warden’s lips upon his, washing away the sins of the past.

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Rivalry. Pt. 1

PART 1 | PART 2

Genre: Angst. Gang!AU. 

Warnings: Mentions of blood & violence

Word Count: 1.7K

Pairings: Mark x reader x Namjoon ft GOTBANG collaboration.

Summary: You’re innocently caught in the crossfire of two of Korea’s deadliest gangs, after an argument with your gang leader boyfriend. Could you have been hurt by someone closer to home? Or has the rivalry between the two become personal? Remember not everything is as simple as black and white..

Your name: submit What is this?

God I hate you!“ you screamed. Mark strides towards you, and yells back “Good! Cause I hate you too!”. This was not how you imagined date night ending up, but you caught him eyeing up another girl at the movies and you had to cuss him out for it. It started out as you quietly but sternly telling him what you saw, and that you didn’t play games, to a rage filled argument about everything under the sun. During the 4 years of your relationship, you argued like everyone else, usually making up soon after. This argument however, would be remembered forever.

The arguing goes on for hours. Mark runs his fingers through his hair, and sighs, “Y/N you’re clearly overreacting! Like you always do!” You could feel your anger level climb, how dare he say you’re overreacting? “Are you shitting me right now? Mark I. FUCKING. SAW. YOU..” you pause as a small laugh leaves your lips, “I’m telling you facts! Just admit what you did and apologise”. Crossing your arms you take a deep breath, waiting patiently for the apology, but instead he says, “Fuck that! I’m not apologising for something i didn’t even do!..” and clenches his fist. “Well fuck you then Sǐwáng”, you reply. Mark’s eyes flicker up to meet yours immediately, he clenches his jaw and fist in anger. “I told you not to call me that.. That’s my work name.. You’ve never said it before. Don’t start now.”

You know he doesn’t like it, he has always said that.. but he was pissing you off, and the rage you felt blinded your control. You walk up to him slowly, and look him over, scoffing you say, “Work? You say that so casually! Being a trained assassin and leader of a gang is NOT work Mark!”. His nostrils flared and he steps to close the gap between you. You can feel his heavy breaths on your face, you see his eyes turn darker, you can even hear how hard his heart is beating. He doesn’t speak at all, just stares into your eyes. You can’t tell if he’s trying to intimidate you or if he’s just angry, but you are just as angry and in the mood to push his buttons.

With a chuckle, you slowly speak, “What are you gonna do huh? Pull your gun out and shoot me?..” Mark steps back, rubbing his temples in frustration, listening to you talk. “..I can get angry too you know, you think i’m just a dormouse that won’t say anything?! If you did-” He takes out his gun and aims at your head, you pause straight away and stare at the barrel. Is this psycho actually going to shoot you?

“Are you gonna let me talk now y/n?” he says harshly, you swallow hard and nod.

Mark retracts the gun, placing it back into position. He walks towards you and calmly says, “One. I would never hurt you like that. Ever. That little thing I did, was to get you to be quiet. The barrel is empty.. Two. This argument wasn’t about my job in the first place, and three. I told you on our 1st date what I did.. yet 4 years later you’re still here. Tell me y/n if i’m that bad, YOU are the one who fucks me. So what does that make you?!”. He yells the last part, and you stand there in disbelief of what you just heard. Not knowing whether to punch him or cry, you shove your house keys in your bag and head out the door. Mark squeezes his eyes shut, immediately regretting what he said but his pride stops him from calling out to you.

The cool night air is exactly what you need to calm you, the lights of the city are beautiful and you stroll down the row of shops feeling more and more content. That is until your phone rings, you look at it see Mark’s face and decline the call. He is the last person you want to talk to right now. Your phone rings a few more times, annoying the hell out of you. Taking it out of your bag to turn it off, you see a text from Mark. You roll your eyes, knowing he’ll never leave you alone and decide to reply.

You notice something in the reflection of the shop window, the same two guys you saw a street away are still following you. It would have been normal, for people to be walking behind you as the street was quite busy. However, dating a kingpin you picked up some observational skills, and these men were different. The way they paced, and how far away they were, showed they were trying to keep up with you. The way they were dressed, would seem like everyday clothes to regular people but to you, it looked as if they were trying to fit into the crowd. You could see the outline of their guns, by just glimpsing their reflections. These men were after you. You decided to turn a few corners, to confirm your beliefs and of course they followed behind. Panic was setting in; you began walking quicker, the men matching your speed, your hands shook and you didn’t dare turn around. You needed Mark, but you knew that if you called him they would shoot you on the spot, so you text instead. 

Looking around you, the men have gone. There’s no sign of them, as if they were never there to begin with. You follow Mark’s instructions and keep walking, almost running. Even though your chest is tight, and you can hardly breathe, the panic is slowly fading, because you know he’ll be here soon.. You’ll be safe. You wish you could walk forever, but your body is tired so you slow down to catch your breath. As you do this, your phone pings.

The relief you feel is indescribable, you get to go home.. alive. You should have been used to this happening, being chased, having your life threatened but the truth is Mark always kept you safe, away from all of that. You turn, with a smile on your face, shielding your eyes from the blinding headlights of Mark’s car. He didn’t stop close by you to draw suspicion, so you had to walk a little to meet him. As you began to walk, your mind began to work. You thought about how this was the first time in this situation, and you never wanted to face it again. You decided that the stupid argument didn’t matter anymore. Yes you and Mark weren’t a normal couple, but you loved each other and you worked. You thought about-

BANG

BANG

Your thoughts are seized by a searing pain flowing through your body, you freeze on the spot taking in small sharp breaths, that hurt every time. People are screaming and running. You look up to see Mark running towards you, it’s the last thing you see before your body hits the ground.

Mark sits on the ground, cradling your head and body in his arms. Slowly you rotate your head, you glimpse the blurry picture of the 2 men walking away, placing their guns back in their respective holsters. You were right, they were after you. This was an ordered hit, they were sent to shoot you. You steadily blink up at your boyfriend, he is shaking and crying but reassures you in his calmest voice, “I’m sorry baby.. I’m so sorry. This is my fault.. Just stay with me ok? Someone has called for help. You’re going to be fine” his voice is a whisper, and his tears causes it to hitch. Mark feels the warm blood seep through his clothes, he looks at his hands now stained red. He’s seen blood before, that’s no surprise but this is your blood. The love of his life. He can’t handle this, this is too much.. A panic attack would have happened by now, but he has to push that to the side for you.

Your life flashes before you; your childhood, your family, your parents’ wedding day, when your sister was born, the day you met Mark, when he asked you to be his girlfriend, the day you moved in.. Everything. You smile weakly, the memories filling you with happiness.. It’s short-lived however, because the pain shocks you back to reality causing you to cough. You try to fight the call of death, but you need to get rid of this pain. As your body falls numb, you find yourself edging closer and closer to the call, realising that you have to accept this, you were going to die. Your eyes close..

Suddenly, you feel light slaps on either side of your face. You crane your eyelids open to see Mark looking down at you, face red with tears. “Stay with me ok!! Don’t you dare leave me! You can’t leave me y/n!!” he shouts. He blinks tears from his eyes and whispers, “I love you too damn much.. Please..”. You look up at him, your body failing by the second. Through blurred vision, you focus on his face.. His beautiful face.. His bright eyes, now dulled by tears.. His shiny blonde hair cascading down his face.. With the little strength you have, you croak, “Mark.. I can’t.. Hold on..” Mark shakes his head, whimpering ‘No’ repeatedly. “No, don’t say that baby.. Please” his last word is barely a whisper. Taking a jagged breath in, you speak again, “I love you so much.. More than life..”. Mark leans down, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, “I love you too y/n. I know who did this, and I promise you they will pay with their blood. They messed with the wrong power couple”

The sounds of sirens ring through your ears, they are muffled and fuzzy. Mark turns his head to the direction of the help and says, “Jagi. The ambulance is here! It’s here! You’re going to be fine!”. He notices you’re no longer moving, your breathing is almost non-existent.. He looks to see your eyes closed, your body completely giving way in his arms. He’s about to scream, but his eyes spot something on the ground beside you. It’s a red rose.

Mark grips the rose, ripping it to shreds. Through gritted teeth and tear clouded eyes, he utters the words, “Namjoon is gonna fucking pay for this”.

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A/N: Sǐwáng = death. Also, it will be a series, so don’t hound me for it. It’ll happen okay? I promise! Calm your tits.