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matchamorphosis · 4 years ago

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𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐙 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒

・゜ʚɞ ゜・ 𝑎.𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ʚɞ 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦 ・゜ʚɞ ゜・

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || you’ve been testing ari’s patience and it’s up to him to put you straight— even if it’s going to be your first real punishment.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 || smut with plot

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || daddy!ari levinson × little![black//woc]fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 5.7K — oof i’m sorry

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 18+ nsfw, ddlg lifestyle and dynamics, daddy kink, extremely bratty reader, big mean daddy!ari, punishment, cursing, spankings, pussy slapping, some steamy scenes, spilt apple juice, a ruined Care Bear’s coloring page, use of nickname: muffin//muffin cake — MINORS DNI || 18+ INTERACTION ONLY —

𝐰. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 || my head was spiraling out of control and I felt bratty + missed my daddy!ari nonnie so I wrote this :): planning on making much more ddlg scenarios like these because they always seem like such a hit and i have so much fun writing them! anyways I hope you cherubs enjoy this! ♡

↬ p.s || do not repost or plagiarize my work on any other fanfic platform such as: wattpad, ao3, tumblr, etc or plagiarize my work all together. do so and i will rip your spine from your scumy asshole and shove it down your talentless throat. ♡♡♡

it all started with a simple question.

the simplest of simple questions you know the right answer to. neverminded the fact that the supreme authority in the house, Ari Levinson, would still call you a big dumb baby if you’d answer correctly.

today was not the best day for you to endure one of your aggressively bratty tantrums he says you’re to old to commit — just as well as it wasn’t the best day for you to exclaim your snappy clever remarks he insisted you’re to little to speak of and understand.

you’re either his big girl or his little girl and no in-between’s.

today ignited something in you, lit a measly match that trailed a kerosene path he didn’t dare think fast enough to put out critically. Ari was too slow to realize the build up and now he’s facing the burning fire that’s practically charring the good nature that was usually your morally-correct actions and behavior.

today you just didn’t feel like being good.

simple as that.

however no matter what you did you wouldn’t win, not on daddy’s watch.

glossy black Mary Janes kick the air in a fiery frenzy, folded arms shielding your face as you sob into the pink fluffy play rug. it’s laying underneath your arts and crafts table and of course your thrashing petite body that’s spiraling in the tantrum.

muffled curses and melodramatic wails fill the pink playroom and the cause of this brat fit was the man at the opposite end of the table. no more than a foot away from you, thick muscled arms crossed over his navy blue polo chest. tapping his foot against the floor impatiently, waiting for your tantrum to end he holds the plastic package of goldfish grahams he took from you.

it wasn’t a good decision to ease your previous brattiness with the brownie baked cookies. of course he couldn’t help but give into your sweet tooth if that meant for you to calm down. although Ari didn’t expect you to finish all the sugary goldfish in your snack bowl in the ten minutes you were out of supervision.

additionally, he didn’t see it coming at all when he left you at that to sip from your juice box and snack on the chocolate goldfish while you colored perfectly in between the bolded lines. all so he could finish some paperwork but not until finding you ten minutes after with the whole package at the account of checking in on you.

the sight of your hand in the bag greedily grabbing the graham goldfishes and shoving them into your mouth was a damn sight to see. even when he secretly hid it in the highest and secret, kept out of eyesight corner of the pantry closet— you somehow retrieved it and smuggled it back in your playroom.

the confiscated, nearly-empty package is now in his fisted grasp. Ari cannot believe the shade of anger and disappointment breaking unknown levels of his calming limits.

words cannot describe the irritation inflaming his mind, you’re suppose to be his good little girl.

his precious little starlet who behaved and acted accordingly but instead he has a brat screaming ass up and face down into the play rug. crying her bug head off because he took your spoiling sugary snack from you that he shouldn’t have given in the first place.

rolling his eyes at the scene in front of him, his blue hues lock on your baby lotion thighs that your tiny purple argyll mini skirt reveals. cotton thigh highs adorned with purple bows at the frilly cuffs that match the small silk ones braided into your hair he helped design, capture his eye.

ever since this morning your attitude has been off and not only did it confuse Ari but it confused you to at first. until you slowly grew into liking the devious part that was hidden inside you for so long that maliciously appeared when you woke up on the naughty side of the bed.

from Ari getting you out of bed, giving you your routine bath, arranging your outfit and getting your hair ready. as well as eating breakfast, you pouted and grumbled the whole time but Ari was still so soft and patient with you. it made your heart gooey but you were craving his mean side.

so after you two got ready and started your separate chores and hobbies for the day, you were slowly working your way to anticipating Ari get mean with you. just like your magic always worked wonders, he did get mean. scolded at you when you were in the middle of reading your book, raising his voice just a slight at you that you did all your chores wrong and haven’t even completed some.

it was scary just for minute that he even had a hint of anger in his voice but damn did you enjoy the wetness in your panties at the same time when he ordered you to do them fully and correctly. until finally what he believed would be the end to your brattiness, nap time arrived.

thankful for it as he started lunch, thinking that when you’d wake up he would recognize his well mannered princess but what he didn’t expect would happen afterwards as he woke you up that you were more crankier than before.

the two of you had your lunch of toasty grilled cheese, thick tomato soup and chicken salad. you were still moody and cranky when you sat down in your pastel chair with the wooden pink painted words of princess displayed on the crest rail.

of course he looked at you as if a mountain troll was stealing his princesses throne because he didn’t recognize the pout pulling at your full glossy lips. the scrunched brows making a dramatic impression that married well with your anger inflicted face that spoiled your pretty facial features.

as much as your daddy thought you looked adorable being cranky, every little thing seemed to tick you off. you had a problem with everything that could either easily be fixed or was out of your hands.

the grilled cheese wasn’t cut in the shapes that you wanted, he placed the cheesy slices in your wrong disney princess plate, you didn’t want to eat your greeny nasty salad, you wanted another cup of sprite. which you were neglected of because ari had a limit set for you from not drinking anything more than the amount your tiny hello kitty cup provided.

and most importantly you wanted to have Lulubelle, your tangerine teddy bear, to eat at the table.

of course he fixed his first two mistakes but you knew better than to argue against and ask for anything that went against the rules. instead of putting you to a corner, he set up another option.

encouraged you to eat your greens to set a good example for your stuffies. replaced the second cup of sprite you wanted with a juice box of your choice and placed Lulubelle on one of the living room couches telling you she will wait for you to finish eating and washing your hands.

but even with those resolutions there were major bumps and outbursts.

you played with your food by smacking your spoon against the soups surface which caused little splatters of red dots across the glossy cherry oak table and grumbled under your breath as you picked off the crust of the grilled sandwich.

flicking it with the swiftness of your two inch acrylics, the pieces landing in Ari’s soup or hair.

it was as if you were set on getting on his nerves because damn right you were.

rolled your eyes and silently mimicked his mouth when he ordered you to stop. deviously giggled when the funny vein on his forehead that only bulged out when he was really mad at you was potentially going to pop out.

a smirk playing your lips when the corner of your eye caught every clench of his fist when you would hit the table leg obnoxiously as you slurped your soup. misbehaved yet did what he ordered you to when you believed his attention was back on his own food.

it was a very long lunch and as much as he thought he was going to snap at you and put you in your time out chair that was rarely used because you never ever acted like this, he left you to wash up as he cleaned up after lunch.

you would normally help him with cleaning the table or giving him any dirty dishes for him to clean when he was busy at the faucet. but he allowed you to run off into the living room and play with your stuffed bear in whatever todays make belief adventure the two of you were on.

cleaning up was easy since he only had to clean the bowls, plates and utensils the two of you ate with but it wasn’t until he started to clean the table did he notice all the soup drops against the cleaning plastic as well as the chunky pieces of lettuce, tomato, and bread crusts under the table around your chair.

Ari was close to exploding, because he taught you better then to throw food and waste it but he gave himself a breath, counted to ten and made sure to make a mental note tonight. after your special cartoon marathon, he’d have a very important talk to you about food waste and how wrong it was.

so after cleaning up and warning the two of you were going to have a talk tonight, he settled you in your playroom since it was a room away from his office. Ari never felt comfortable or secure with leaving you all alone downstairs without someone watching over you.

adjusting and nestling the baby monitor on one of your teddy bears heart strap, he placed the stuffed bear near your arts and crafts table. even if you were glaring at him for doing so, you weren’t a baby. although as usual, your daddy shushed at you and placed a kiss at your temple that made you silent as you pulled out your coloring books from your big wooden weaved basket with a grumble.

Ari knew you despised the baby monitor but he made it a priority to place it near you at all times when he wasn’t near. even if the meeting was only going to be around fifteen minutes, your daddy wasn’t going to narrow down the possibilities of something going wrong.

after settling your desired snacks when you remind him that it’s snack time, Ari settled your juice box that he already pierced the straw through the tin foiled hole and your brownie goldfish in your hello kitty snack bowl halfway. checked his watch knowing he had to attend the virtual meeting in less than a few minutes.

kneeling down at your level as you munched on the fish shaped cookies and colored in a fluffy cloud a Care Bear was sleeping on. pulled you into a hug and pressed a kiss to your temple, “Daddy is going to be working in his office princess. can you behave like a good girl until daddy’s done with his meeting?”

the smile that was on your face disappeared, you didn’t want daddy to go and leave you alone!

I mean what was more important than sitting and watching you color? have you feed him the chocolatey goldfish and draw pretty sparkly hearts and shooting stars for him?

“Daddy I don’t want you to go! can the work wait?” you whine but Ari shook his head with a sigh, standing up to your dismay. peering down at you as you glare up at him.

“no the work can’t wait, muffin. it’ll only be twenty minutes and after Daddy does the work he’ll be back here. helping you color a page from your coloring book, how does that sound?” the soft lowness of his voice didn’t leave room for you to bite back an aggression but only nod.

“yes Daddy I would really like that.” Ari smiled to himself at that, thinking that your brattiness has finally come to an end as he left your room.

oh how wrong he was when he arrived back once the meeting was over.

Ari literally caught you with your hand in the cookie jar and you didn’t even look ashamed at all. not stuttering trying to explain your faultless contribution to this crime-like action.

to add onto the shock, when he snatched the bag just full of five goldfishes and crumbs did you start to cry and spiral into you tantrum even when he said nothing yet.

now we are here five minutes later.

with Ari looking down at your still continuing tantrum but noticing it’s lessening with your kicks and whines.

the only thing he feels is disappointment.

not only were you ruining your chances of watching the annual cartoon marathon the cable TV’s going to premiere later on tonight— that he allowed you to stay up to after relentless begs and your good behavior from previous weeks before — but you completely spoiled your appetite for dinner.

your favorite meal he made specially to go along with the cartoon marathon but now watching your tantrum become even more relentless Ari is confirming that you most definitely will not participate in it. maybe even cut your day short once you complete your night routine after dinner and make you head straight to bed.

“are you done being a brat now?” Ari, you’re soft daddy bear snapped viciously.

however you’re still letting out whines and sniffs as you reveal your red teary eyes from the carpet. the sight of them makes him want to drop the bag, kneel down and scoop you in his arms. kiss your face and tell you he’s sorry that he took the cookies away from you, but he can’t.

Ari cannot let this tantrum slide and give you what you want no matter how much it hurts his heart he isn’t trying to calm you down himself in the security and warmth of his arms around his little one.

he needs to put his foot down.

and it serves him right, because once latching your eyes on your mean Daddy’s austere blues you grab your white tiger stuffie nearby. covering your tear stricken face within the faux white fur with a gritted and bratty hmph!

it was infuriating how your Daddy had to take all the things you wanted away from you. obviously you didn’t have a say in anything cause you were suppose to be his good girl but why continue to act good now when you know you’re Daddy is going to ruin the only thing that you’ve been anticipated since the beginning of December?

today approximately around eight o’clock on the dot the big people channel you were forbidden to watch from was going to premiere all your favorite holiday cartoons. The Powerpuff Girls, Scooby Doo, Charlie Brown, Looney Tunes, and the various vintage episodes of nostalgic Mickey Mouse.

if all went wrong as you went down with your ship you could watch some of the holiday issued tapes of Strawberry Shortcake and Winnie the Pooh on your vcr but it wasn’t as often you would have access to the other cartoon specials you enjoyed premiering their limited episodes at the touch of a remote and Ari knows this!

your big mean Daddy knows how much you’ve been looking forward to it but he’s probably going to instead send you off to your secluded bed in the separate room he sends you to when he was to furious to have you sleep with him in your shared big king bed after dinner.

belly full of your favorite food that’s going to stir badly in your stomach as you shift under your warm covers restless because it wouldn’t be your goddamn bedtime. only having the single company of your golden fairy nighty nightlight and the only stuffie he’d allow you to cuddle for the night.

it makes you want to explode because you know how this is going to end but you’re head is to tired to even say anything in retaliation or beg him not to reconsider.

but maybe… if you think up something quick to throw him off it’ll buy you enough time to behave and show him you could be good.

even though you screamed all the naughty no-no words Ari would have you over his lap in a second if you even thought of them. throat sore and red eyes stinging from crying so damn much and rubbing your closed eyelid fiercely against the play rug and stuffie.

a plan is concocting in your mind, nothing devious but it will have its dose of your witty pettiness and unholy brattiness.

daddy won’t suspect a thing, you thought as you stopped your sniffs and cries.

wiped your tears with the cashmere sleeve of your cropped lavender cardigan as you got up from your sprawled position. patted your argyle patterned skirt down to smooth out any wrinkles and got back to work on the arts and crafts table.

and your plan is beginning to work because it does take Ari by surprise when you get up from your pathetic little position. the purple argyle skirt now fully covering your bum, he knows you’re ignoring his stern stare when you scoot your knees back to the small crafts table.

continuing to color from your coloring book as if nothing happened.

Ari scoffs to himself, what kind of mind game were you playing on him?

“what do you think you’re doing muffin?” Ari spoke and for once you stare back at him. eyes slightly red as evidence of your crying, they’re calm now as they meet his.

“nothing Daddy, i’m just coloring,” you spoke, the crayon in your hand shading in a midnight sky. Ari continues to stare down until he takes the crayon from you— but what he doesn’t expect is that when he snatches the crayon from you he accidently knocked over your apple juice box.

the mellow yellowish liquid spills onto your crayon box, containing the limited edition colors you prized. soaking your beloved coloring tools with the sticky juice; it made your bottom lip tremble as you quickly grab the slightly soggy box. you let out a whine as you feel tears spring in your eyes.

the unintentional incident and your heartbroken state almost has Ari yet again stumbling to fix what wasn’t really his fault. leaving the room to get paper towels and a cleaning spray.

coming to terms with this, you’re surprised to find the casualty of your crayons diverting the attention away from you and onto something else.

maybe if you kept this up, eight o’clock would come and he’d have nothing else to do then allow you to have your cartoon marathon.

you thought as you tapped a single finger to your peachy cheek in thought.

all you had to do was put him in situations that would conflict him into think it was initially his fault therefore guilting him into giving you what you wanted!

then you’d be set on the living room rug with a plate of your favorite food on your lap. a stuffie at your hip and looking up at the tv as the credits for the first cartoon of the night rolled in.

quickly finding some Lysol wipes and tissues in the playroom you clean up the mess and the cardboard crayon box as Ari’s loud footsteps come closer and closer.

swiftly disposing them in the craft trash basket and settled in your cushion seat before he arrived in the doorway with his arms full of cleaning supplies. when Ari stepped back into the room he was surprised to find you already cleaned up the mess and properly sitting as you continued coloring.

twirling a braided lock of purple silk bowed hair around your finger. figuratively showing how much you were controlling those dominant Daddy instincts of his he wasn’t going to have you get your way.

you still need to come to terms of all the wrongs you committed today and if all goes well he’d decide if you could attend to that cartoon marathon. “muffin?” Ari spoke and on que your head lifts up, your pearly white smile so tender and innocent as if you weren’t messing with mind to get whatever you wanted.

meaning excuse all the trouble you got yourself into.

“yes Daddy?” voice soft and perky as you settle the crayon on the table, he catches you sitting up straighter. elbows resting on the table and arms pressing close to your chest to pronounce your plump cleavage the top three un-buttoned piece of your cardigan displayed.

the delicious sight has him licking his lips, wanting to throw you over his shoulder with the loud and rough slaps to your ass and take you to your room. throwing you on the bed and rip every little piece of clothing off of you.

—but that’s what you want him to do, you want to have him distracted from the task at hand. especially when the task is putting you in your place and marginalizing your chances of watching the night special of holiday cartoons.

“what do brats get?” that question has you dropping your eyes from his to stare blankly at the coloring book and lined arrange of crayons in front of you.

did you want to answer him correctly or did you not want to answer at all?

the options where bouncing in your head but you didn’t realize Ari’s still waiting for you to answer when you ignored the question. picking up a crayon and colored in a Care Bear as if he didn’t ask you anything at all.

“muffin are you listening to me?” Ari sighs, tone no longer the softness as a few minutes ago and no longer bearing the same patience as before.

it doesn’t match your inattentive focus, you’re still coloring and teasing him. the sleeve of the tight periwinkle cardigan slipping off your shoulder, showing more of your rich skin that Ari wants to kiss and mark with his lips.

shaking his head out of it, telling himself that he was the adult and you were the brat and he was going to— no matter how much you were going to cry — discipline you into obedience and get his well behaved muffin back.

“i’m going to count to three and if-” he’s cut off when you roll your eyes on him, catching his voice in his mouth like a frog in his throat. Ari’s conflicted entirely and pissed entirely because you’ve never rolled your eyes at him, ever.

so as you persisted to ignore Ari, scribbling one of your multi colored crayons, you have a pink one in your hand. shading in a heart and an idea shines like a lightbulb above his head.

without any warning his large hands snatch the coloring book from under your grasp. the pale purple crayon in your small hand that was once shading in Share Bears fur runs along the whole paper. the sudden climax of running colored wax against moving paper, shocking you to a gasp.

an offended wail excludes from your mouth but Ari is too pissed to feel sympathetic. getting up he holds the coloring book he bought for you during the weekend above his head. somewhat enjoying and taking pleasure as you stand up on your tippy toes and jump to retrieve it with fail.

indeed taking pleasure as he stares down at your full tits bouncing in your comfortable tube top that’s underneath the cardigan. loving your cries and whines as you beg him to give your coloring book back.

eyeing your tiny delicious figure that's far too small to reach the skyscraper height that holds your beloved Care Bears coloring book. it made Ari’s heart melt when you hugged and pressed your kisses all over his bearded face when he gifted you it some day ago but he never thought he’d enjoy taking it away from you.

right now he has to put you in your place and ignore the tightness in his pants to deal with later. “Daddy you ruined my drawing!” your sobs and whimpers proclaim, continuing to jump as your cries became louder and tears become more present.

“you didn’t answer Daddy’s question little one,” he hissed and with that your cries come to an end to just reveal a glare then a smirk.

quitting your attempts of retrieving the coloring book you turn around and walk away. a slight hypnotic flow of your hips and curves making Ari’s eyes train to the plump assets.

“what was the question again?” you sighed tiredly, encouraging the deadly glare your Daddy has on you.

a yawn overcoming you as you hovered your hand over your mouth that makes Ari scoff. glossy lips still bearing cookie crumbs at the corners you stretched, you lick them off and you bite your lip at him.

mocking him in your divine rebelliousness.

letting out little high pitched noises as you arched your back with your hands twined together above your head. again, to emphasize your cleavage, “would it just go in one ear and out the other or would you actually listen and answer like a good girl?” Ari seethed.

you stand there and register it and of course you were heading off the direction you want but maybe you can turn the tables on him. “i’ll be a good girl Daddy, I promise i’ll listen,” voice soft and assured.

Ari cocks his head to the side at that promise, quirking a brow but not breaking the stare he has on his precious angel that’s playing the devil. he’ll put that promise to the test, walking around the small yet wide arts and crafts table he finally stands in front of you.

making you heart thump louder and louder with each step he takes.

crouching down on his knees to face you at your eye level, Ari sees the devilish twinkle in your starlight eyes. waiting for him to ask the question he knows you can answer correctly.

“what do brats get?”

his stern and mean face that always makes you stutter on your own words and trip over your own feet clashes with yours.

of course you can answer correctly, you can but you can’t believe how fun and thrilling it is with not just your growing ego but the wetness growing in between your legs. soaking your lace panties when your hands lift up to trace his bulging biceps through the short sleeved polo.

“treats?”

you whisper, before your hand goes to grasp the bulge of his trousers that he lets out a pleasured hiss. before you can smirk he’s slapping your hand off his trouser covered cock.

and in a blitz of a second you’re squeaking out a squeal as Ari grabs you by your arm. dragging you to the rocking chair resting near your bookshelves of thick hardcover storybooks and sits in the cushion seat before throwing you over his lap.

whines and cries getting louder when Ari lifts up the tiny argyle skirt to reveal your ass. tummy squirming against his lap he pulls gently at your hair to lift it up.

“keep squirming and i’ll add another five to the twenty you already have,” he hisses but you still can’t believe everything has lead to this.

Daddy never gave you spankings.

never gave you physical punishments before but as much as you were despising the situation you can’t believe how your slicked core is getting wetter with each second that’s passing. with your Daddy’s large hands caressing your ass cheeks and those thick fingertips teasing your pussy’s slit.

“you’re going to count each spank I give you and after each spank I want you to thank me. no whines, no crying just ‘thank you Daddy’. do you understand me?”

Ari’s deep low voice above you rumbling your core like thunder on a dark stormy night. only leaving you to whimper in fear as you nod but were caught off guard when he landed a loud swift slap! to your ass. causing you to gasp in pain.

“yes!” you cried but squirmed when he chuckled down at you. leaving you wandering what you did wrong before he landed another spank to the same cheek. causing you to cry out and feeling the honey of your pussy drench your inner thighs.

“what was that? did you even listen to your Daddy?” he hissed as another rough spank crashed onto your ass, “what do you fuckin say?” he practically roared, leaving more tears to drop down the landscape of your dewy face.

“one! thank you daddy!” you wail pathetically, tears soaking your cheeks, you knew your Daddy is doing what was best for you but you couldn’t help but want to squirm away from his grasp.

catching you doing so he grips your neck in his grasp. “don’t you fuckin run from me now muffin, you acted like a brat so i’m gonna treat you like a fucking brat. we have one down and nineteen to go, don’t disappoint me,” Ari seethed before grasping your panties and pulling them off you.

by pulling off he ripped them at the area that covered your ass, marveling at the wetness of not just the panties but your pussy as well. “my muffin got worked up misbehaving? you get your dumb cunt wet when you disrespect Daddy’s authority?” he murmurs.

stuttering and attempting to answer the words become inaudible once your lips part at the calloused hands of Ari’s. soaked panties in his hold, he shoves them into your mouth. making you taste your own sweetness as he licks his own fingers from your honey and moans at the tangy palette.

“I thought we established no talking, you really are just a stupid little girl,” as much as his words sprung tears in your eyes you couldn’t help but feel your core burn. clenching your thighs together as result he darkly chuckles at the pathetic action.

his hands grip your thighs to forcibly split them apart, “oh muffin cake don’t distract Daddy now,” he darkly chuckles and before you now it a loud and swift slap hits your wet pussy. making you cry out in pain that’s slowly growing into pleasure.

“you’ve done enough of that for today. right now Daddy’s gonna have to punish you,” his hand that’s still at your cunt rubs it.

the slick of your wetness sounding off creating an erotic echo in the room and just like that he’s slapping your small wet pussy with his rough hand again.

“and no matter how much you cry or squirm or beg me to stop I want you to handle it like the big girl I know you can be. do you understand me?” his growl overcoming your muffled pained whimpers and moans as you feverishly nod your head up and down.

pulling the panties out of your mouth you nod your head, “yes Daddy, I understand,” you whimper after a few hiccups.

you can’t see the smirk plastered on his face but you can see his risen hand in the air from the corner of your dress up hand mirror. angled on the floor to capture the moment, shuddering when it disappears from the mirrors image you feel the rough spank at your cheek.

not as rough and angry as the first three but still enough that it stings tremendously, “two, thank you Daddy,”

“that’s what I like to hear muffin,” Ari smirks before getting back to work.

your Daddy continued to give you your deserved spankings, your ass bruised and sore by the time he was finished and was satisfied with each one you counted and thanked him for.

praised you for not squirming even when you wanted to as he covered your ass with the thin material of your skirt.

“you did so well muffin cake. handled and took your punishment like the good girl I knew you could be,” he whispered lovingly in your ear m as he carried you to both your shared bedroom to rub some soothing lotion on your sore bum.

“thank you Daddy. I-i’m so sorry I was so bad today,” you whimpered as chocked hiccups become more unbearable. eyes swelling up with tears and a little sob erupting from your mouth. Ari shushes it by taking your face in his hands and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“it’s okay baby, I promise everything is okay. no matter how bad you act always know, always know that Daddy still loves you. i’ll always love you muffin cake, that’s forever.” those soft blue hues lace with yours and you truly do feel at ease.

nodding your head at his soft supportive assertion, his forehead pressed to yours and your noses rubbing tenderly against each other. making you giggle and he grins as he laughs with you before setting you down on the bed.

Ari rubs the soothing cold lotion against your bum, continuing to shower you with divine praises, sweet appreciations and heart warming adorations that made your peachy cheeks sore from your never-ending smile.

afterwards he gently carries you in his arm downstairs heading to the living room. telling you how you and him were going to fix the coloring page he ruined as snuggle you face into his neck. large bunny stuffie in you locked armed connection he settles you down on the couch.

grabbing the fluffy throw blanket draped on one of the other couches he grabs it and wraps your lower half in it. giggling as he tucks it around your sides to make sure you’re nestled nice and warm, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Ari glances down to his watch with a soft smile, clutching the remote on the coffee table he turns the TV on.

smirking at your confusion when he goes on the channel that’s minutes away from airing the cartoon marathon.

“Daddy what are you doing?” your hushed voice catches his ears, Ari turns his head over his shoulder at you looking up at him with those conflicted doe eyes.

“i’m letting my muffin watch her cartoons. Daddy knows you’ve been waiting a month to watch them and daddy knows his princess deserves it,” his soft smile only but eludes your guiltiness.

“but i’ve been really bad today. b-bad girls don’t get TV time. they don’t get to watch cartoons,” you sob as tears began to fall once more but they’re quickly wiped away at Ari’s warm hands, cooing you into calming down.

“Daddy knows you’ve been bad today, but you proved to Daddy that you were good at handling your punishment. bad girls don’t get TV time, you’re right, but bad girls who take their punishments well and understand what they did wrong get TV time. because they’re no longer bad girls,” he smiles and you smile as well, leaning in for a kiss he accepts.

“there’s only a couple of minutes left before the premiere starts. Daddy’s gonna be in the kitchen starting dinner, if you need anything just call Daddy’s name out okay?” he whispers and you nod your head, shifting attentively on the couch to get into a comfortable position.

smiling to yourself as you pull your bunny plushie closer when the commercials end and the beginning credits to How The Grinch Stole Christmas starts to roll in.

you come to a solid conclusion.

no matter how you get in your bratty fits that your Daddy is going to forever love you. and no matter how stern Daddy is and how angry you are at him, you’re forever going to love him.

and no spanking or ruined drawing is ever going to change that!

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whitesparrows97 · 4 years ago

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A Thousand Springs – Part 23

Pairing: BTS x Reader/OT7 x Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, fluff, smut, fantasy

Summary: Life is short. Eternity is long. Why you in particular are approached by a super attractive man in a club, you did not understand. You understood even less why he wanted to kill you. Fortunately, seven young, also incredibly handsome men show up to help you with this little problem. Purely by coincidence, of course. Or do you really believe in fate?

Warnings: Explicit sexual content including fingering in public, risk of discovery, voyeurism, dirty talk, multiple partners, inappropriate dancing lol

Word Count: 5.2K

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(picture credit: photograph by Mok Jung Wook for TIME Magazine)

Every further meter you passed by car, your nervousness increased. Your hands were sweaty and you suppressed the need to wipe them on your expensive dress, so you just nervously clasped them together. A side glance at the other men showed you that they seemed to feel the other way around. Their excited conversations filled the car and, contrary to your thoughts, they didn’t say a word about the upcoming ball; and anything that might go wrong. You didn’t want to ruin your evening with negative thoughts – because who knew when you would get the next opportunity to go to such a big, boisterous event?

Still, the queasy feeling remained that something had to go wrong.

However, it wasn’t just David you were thinking about and who had shown you each time that he would show up exactly when it was most inconvenient. No, part of your nervousness was also that you had to engage in small talk with countless strangers in a few minutes. Apart from Jung-hee and Chin Ho and a few other somewhat familiar faces you had met in the corridor during your few visits to the company, you knew no one. For a brief moment you were reminded of situations from a few years ago when you were at a party where you only knew the host. And to be honest, you were also a bit worried if some of the guests would give you strange looks if they saw you with seven men. This thought hurt, and you pushed it back where it could gather dust in peace.

All further thoughts were interrupted by the view when you turned a corner with the car and headed straight for the building. Big spotlights shone on the huge building and immediately caught your attention. A long driveway led to the entrance of the building, which could be reached by a wide, long staircase. Hoseok slowed the car down and greeted a security guard standing at the secured gate to greet the guests. The interaction was brief, so a moment later you moved closer to the building. You looked out the window past Taehyung and your jaw almost dropped as you saw security standing every few feet, dressed in unobtrusive yet elegant black. It would be almost impossible to enter the compound without authorization.

Taehyung seemed to notice the change in your mood, and you saw from the corner of your eye how he gave you his typical boxy grin. Your hand found his, and he squeezed it once, as if to confirm that you had been worried for nothing. For a moment you lost yourself in the shadow plays that took place on his profile as his face was illuminated by the countless fairy lights and lamps that were installed in the trees that enclosed the driveway.

Hoseok stopped right in front of the grand staircase, and he hadn’t even turned off the engine when already an employee was standing next to the driver’s side with a friendly smile on his face, ready to take the keys and park the car. Jungkook and Taehyung both helped you out of the car and you were more than happy with the two arms you could hold on to. It had been months since you had worn high heels, so you had to get used to the extra centimeters of height and the unsteady walk. The men from the other car also gathered around you and immediately you became a little calmer. For a brief suspicious moment, your eyes fell on Yoongi. But he looked at the building in front of you and let his gaze glide over the few people who also made their way to the entrance. Music came towards you as you started to climb the stairs, as well as laughter and countless voices that were talking loudly. Apparently the people here were already having a good time, even though the ball had just started.

You felt someone looking at you and turned your head to the side, where your gaze directly met Namjoon’s. With a dimpled smile, he reached out his hand to you, which you accepted with thanks. The warmth he radiated and his large, pleasantly rough hands immediately filled you with a sense of comfort. You knew that you would survive this evening with the seven men at your side. And maybe, just maybe, you would even have some fun.

As you entered the building through the wide entrance, the volume nearly doubled and immediately the uneasy feeling came back. What would the other guests think about you? Were some disappointed when they saw you because they had imagined someone better? With these thoughts, you subconsciously hid behind Namjoon’s broad stature. Confused, he looked down at you over his shoulder. He let go of your hand only to wrap his around your hips and press you firmly to his side.

“Don’t go away, baby,” he said and pressed a kiss on your temple. As his full lips touched your skin, you pressed yourself a little further into his body. “You don’t have to hide. Not at all.”

You nodded as you continued to lean your head slightly against his shoulder, absorbing the surroundings around you. The building was relatively old; thick sandstone columns stood at the edge of the huge main room and supported the ceiling. Various lights hung from the meter-high ceilings, which illuminated the room in a pleasant, warm and soft light. On both sides there were different possibilities to sit and stand and you watched waiters and waitresses as they whizzed through the crowds of people offering trays of drinks and small appetizers. The center of the room was used as a dance floor and already countless people were dancing to the live music played by a DJ on a small elevated stage at the end of the dance floor.

“Wow,” you whispered and Namjoon’s chest bounced slightly as he laughed softly.

“You like it?”

You could only nod and let your gaze wander over the other guests, who were dressed just as fancy as you were, and were chatting animatedly in small groups. You had to look twice to be able to distinguish the security guards from the guests – only the inconspicuous and almost unnoticeable in-ear headphones, over which they were probably coordinating with the others, gave them away. Your gaze met that of the security guard, whom you had probably been watching for a second too long, and he nodded slightly at you. So slightly that when you looked away you wondered if he had really nodded at you. As you searched the room further, you discovered more and more of them. You didn’t count, but in every corner, on every side, as well as in the middle of the room… actually every few meters there was a security guard who did not let you out of their sight. Even from a distance, you could see how they moved their lips slightly and communicated with each other when they saw that you had arrived.

But your attention was suddenly captured by a small petite woman who appeared before you. A smile spread across your face as you recognized Jung-hee.

“Ahh, Y/N!” She greeted you with a radiant smile. She spread out her arms and pulled you into her embrace, just like at your last encounter. Again you were surprised how much strength she had, especially at her age, when her arms were pressing strongly against your back. When she let go of you, she looked down at you once. “Well, if you’re not an eye-catcher,” she remarked with a wink before she greeted the men with a small bow.

“Everything quiet so far?” Namjoon asked, who had detached himself from you. Jung-hee nodded before the two stepped out of your field of hearing. But immediately, a new arm had wrapped around your waist.

“Do you want something to drink?” Jin asked and barely waited for your answer when he had already taken two glasses from the tray of a waiter who had just passed you. He held out one of the glasses with the clear, presumably alcoholic, drink to you. That probably wasn’t such a bad idea – you would be lying if you said that you didn’t feel any looks on you. When you put the glass to your lips and the drink burned down your throat with a careful sip, you caught the occasional guest of the ball who quickly turned their gaze away from you as soon as your eyes met.

Suddenly you felt a hand on your other side as well. Yoongi let his thumb move in circles on your hip without turning his gaze towards you “Everything okay?” he asked, and at his question, Jin turned his head towards you.

“The looks make me a little nervous,” you honestly admitted, and when you put the glass to your lips, you realized that your drink was already empty.

“They only look at you because you look stunning,” Yoongi explained and took the empty glass from you.

“Still, they should hold back a bit with their glances,” said Jin, and you heard for the first time how his voice no longer sounded joyful and exuberant but almost chilly. “They should know that Y/N is here with us.”

The corners of your mouth twitched slightly upwards. “Is someone jealous?” you teased him and let your hand slide over his side.

He looked down at you, a sparkle in his eyes, as he answered you without batting an eyelid: “I don’t need to be jealous. I know that you belong to us and we belong to you.”

“Or maybe just because you have a little too much self-confidence,” Yoongi returned dryly. “By the way, some people also call that arrogance. Maybe you should look it up in the dictionary.”

“Yoongi-ah,” Jin whined over your head towards the younger one. “Don’t undermine my authority.”

“What authority?” you gave back and Yoongi snickered next to you.

“That’s my girl,” he said and pressed you closer to his side.

You watched as the other men had already spread out and made casual small talk with various small groups of people. You didn’t know how many employees knew about David – and the problems he was causing – but tonight nobody seemed to bother. Jin and Yoongi also left you after a while when you endured the first, somewhat awkward conversations. As nervous as you had been at first, you were relieved now. So far, everyone had welcomed you with a certain curiosity, almost nervousness, but never with resentment. That Yoongi had been standing next to you was probably more a tactic than a coincidence. But you were grateful for his emotional support.

Jungkook was the only one who still stood next to you and let his gaze glide over the guests incessantly. You wondered if he was looking for someone or was securing the situation. Sometimes you wondered if the seven ever really came to rest or were always on call.

“Hey,” you said softly and grabbed his hand to get his attention. Immediately his head rushed to you and he gave you a smile, which didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Are you okay?”

He nodded, a little too quickly and a little too enthusiastically. So you raised one eyebrow and he dropped his smile with a sigh. “I’m just not a fan of large gatherings,” he told you, and now you raised both eyebrows in surprise.

“Why not? They’re all your employees, you don’t have to be nervous.”

He shrugged his shoulders and you felt his grip around your hand tighten a little. “Many people in one place make me nervous. I quickly loose track and I don’t like that.”

You bridged the last distance between you and threw him a hopefully encouraging smile. “I’m here with you, so there’s no need to be nervous.”

He returned your smile and this time you could see that it was real when you saw the little wrinkles around his eyes. He put his free hand on your hip and pulled you towards him. “Thank you,” he murmured into your hair and pressed a kiss on your head. His voice was almost drowned out by the music and the other guests.

“Hey you two,” you suddenly heard a voice next to you and you and Jungkook flinched. You broke away from each other and you looked to the side, only to see Chin Ho, who looked at you apologetically. “I didn’t want to disturb you,” he apologized for his interruption. “I just wanted to check if Y/N was okay.”

“Oh,” Jungkook said quietly, and your gaze fell on his lower lip, which he bit as if holding back the rest of the sentence. Without paying any further attention to Chin Ho, he turned his gaze back to the crowd.

You looked at Jungkook a moment longer before smiling gratefully at Chin Ho. His eyes flitted nervously back and forth between the two of you and he seemed to realize that now was not the perfect time to ask you about your well-being. “I am fine, Chin Ho. Thanks for asking.”

He dismissed your thanks with a wave of his hand. “I think you’re forgetting that this is my job,” he laughed and as he shook his head, smiling, a few strands of dark hair came loose from his bun. When he looked up again, his eyes glowed. “But it’s good to see that you’re handling it so well. That was some pretty rough stuff that David pulled at the mall.”

Not a minute, hell, not even a second went by that you weren’t reminded of the man. As if he was lurking in the shadows, waiting for you to take a step too far away from the light, only to pull you towards him in the darkness. You tried not to hold it against Chin Ho. As he had rightly said, that was his job. Probably he too was constantly thinking of David and how he could guarantee your safety. But you just wanted a relaxed evening without thinking about David. Was that too much to ask?

Apparently it was.

“Well,” Chin Ho said after a brief uncomfortable silence when you didn’t answer, “I just wanted to ask how you were doing. But I am reassured. Then have a nice evening, maybe we’ll run into each other again,” he said goodbye with a short wave and went to the next group of people with whom he immediately had an animated conversation. You were a bit jealous that it was so easy for him to have conversations with other people. On the other hand, he worked with these people and probably saw them daily. Not like you, for whom all those people were strangers.

You heard Jungkook laughing next to you and when you turned your head towards him, you saw how he shook his head with a grin.

“What?” you asked with a little smile on your lips.

“I guess it’s already time,” he just said and nodded his chin in one direction. You followed his gaze and almost had to laugh out loud as you saw none other than Hoseok, Jin and Taehyung on the dance floor, throwing their arms in the air. A circle had formed around them with people watching the three and laughing as well. Your highlight was definitely Jin, who apparently didn’t care a bit about what others thought of him as he circled his hips.

Still with a smile on your lips, your eyes fell on Hoseok and looked directly into his eyes. Even from a distance, you saw a diabolical grin spread on his lips before he said something to Taehyung. A moment later, he came up to you and Jungkook. You knew what he was going to do even before he started walking and you tried to pull Jungkook with you, as long as it was away from Hoseok. But Jungkook laughed and he seemed like a block of immobile cement – he didn’t move an inch.

“Sorry, Y/N, but there is no escape,” he said, clasping your hand tighter as you tried to get away from him.

“I need alcohol to do this,” you mumbled as you realized that there would be no way out of the situation and kept a lookout for a waiter. You briefly raised your hand when you saw one a few meters away from you and he immediately rushed to you. “Thanks,” you said without really looking at him and reached for a full glass.

“Oh dear,” Jungkook murmured next to you as the waiter had disappeared and you looked at him angrily.

“You have nothing to say here, Jeon Jungkook. You won’t let me go, you’re lucky I don’t drag you along.”

Jungkook smiled at you as you said that. “Who said I’m staying here?” Then he pulled you forward and walked towards Hoseok who was still striding towards you. Hoseok grabbed your free arm and pulled you onto the dance floor. His grip made it difficult to take a sip of the drink, but you almost sighed as you felt the soothing burning in your throat and the light haze spreading in your head.

Jin and Taehyung cheered loudly when they saw you, and when your eyes fell on Taehyung, you were reminded of the night you two first met. There, too, you had preferred to wait at the bar instead of going dancing with Alison and giving David the opportunity to…

Okay – stop.

You paused when you noticed in which direction your thoughts were going. You would have fun today no matter what happened. If something bad would happen in the next few hours, at least you would use the time now to let go of the stress and tension of the last weeks and months. And you would do all this right now, in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by hundreds of guests.

You poured the measly remaining content of your drink down your throat and pressed the empty glass into Jungkook’s hand. He looked at you amused and Taehyung whispered something in his ear, which made the younger one smile. Before you could ask what was so funny, Hoseok took your hand and raised your intertwined fingers in the air. You had to laugh as you turned around yourself when he asked you to, and you heard him join in your laughter over the loud music.

He put both hands on your hips and with a short jerk pulled you tightly to his chest. You pressed your palms against his hard chest and when you looked up at him, your cheeks were burning. Whether it was the sudden proximity to Hoseok or the alcohol that had finally entered your bloodstream, you didn’t know. Hoseok guided you into a slow rhythm with his hands, rocking you gently from side to side. As you turned your head to the side, you saw how Jungkook and Jin were no longer standing next to you, but had disappeared into the crowd. As you turned to the other side to look at Taehyung, you suddenly felt another pair of hands on your hips.

“Are you looking for me?” Taehyung whispered and his hot breath on your ear made you shiver. You felt his soft lips curl into a knowing grin before he nibbled on your earlobe a second later. Surprised, you sucked in the air and buried your hands in Hoseoks hair. You didn’t notice his gasp, all your attention was on Taehyung’s teeth and lips. “Still as sensitive as I remembered. It’s been far too long since the last time.”

You dropped your head backwards on his shoulder, closed your eyes and nodded. How right he was. The intense kisses from Namjoon just before you left for the ball had left you hot and ready. Before you knew it, a soft moan had fallen over your lips.

“Fuck, baby,” you heard Hoseok say, who seemed to be just inches away from you with his face. “We haven’t even started yet.” You heard the grin in his voice and when you opened your eyes again to glare at him, the next song began. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the crowd rush onto the dance floor and devour you three in anonymity. The slightly dimmed light and the many people around you made you both braver and more nervous. You blurred in the crowd, but at the same time there was a chance that more pairs of eyes were on you.

The two men didn’t seem to mind, though.

Hoseok’s grip around your hips tightened and he pulled you even closer against his chest, so that your faces almost met. The desire in your abdomen grew from second to second and you didn’t waste a second more pressing your lips against his. Taehyung murmured something incomprehensible behind you and pressed himself harder against your back. You gasped as you felt his erection on your ass and Hoseok took the opportunity to let his tongue slide into your open mouth which he explored extensively.

Meanwhile, Taehyung embraced the middle of your body and locked you tightly between his and Hoseok’s bodies. You felt a leg pushing between your feet and interrupted the intense kiss with Hoseok to look between your two bodies. Hoseok reached under your chin with one finger and focused your attention on him again.

“Wanna have some fun?” he asked and you were only able to understand him over the loud music because he was not even five inches away from you. His grin spoke volumes about what he meant by fun and excitement spread between your legs as your thoughts drifted to various scenarios.

You nodded and the two men immediately understood. Hoseok led you with his firm grip into a steady rhythm to the music and pushed you down slightly. Your core slid over his thigh in a slow, intense movement and you bit your lower lip painfully to suppress the moan. You were sure that at least those around you would have heard you moaning. You felt Taehyung’s fingers loosen from the middle of your body as he let one hand slide down your side instead. For a brief moment you paused in your movement as you felt his long fingers against your naked skin on your thigh, at the point where the slit in your dress began.

“Does it turn you on that people can watch us do this?” Taehyung whispered into your ear from behind you and let his fingers slide under your dress before he grabbed your thigh. His fingertips stroked the inside of your thigh and you felt like you were going to pass out at any moment, so quickly the blood shot into your abdomen. Your clit was almost throbbing, as were your inner walls, which contracted around nothing. Hoseok helped you get back into your rhythm and this time you couldn’t suppress the broken, soft moans when you felt Hoseok’s muscular leg against your core. You pulled him closer, wrapped your arms around his neck again and put your head on his shoulder. You had the feeling you needed that support, otherwise your legs would give way under you any moment, that’s how shaky you felt. Besides, this way the view of you would be somewhat obscured by Hoseok’s body.

“Good girl,” Hoseok whispered in your ear. You buried your face in his shoulder, which muffled your sounds as he moved your hips back and forth over and over again across his thigh.

“Is that appropriate for a ball like this?” you asked, your voice already rough from arousal.

But Hoseok laughed. “What should they do? Fire us?” With this statement, Hoseok stopped moving even though his grip did not loosen. Instead, you felt Taehyung’s fingers, which had not moved any further before and had only gripped your thigh tightly. Now, however, he started to let his hand slowly move further up. The slit of the dress was high, almost a bit too obtrusive, so Taehyung didn’t need much before he arrived at your thong. The thong that uncomfortably stuck to you because you were so wet.

“Shall we give Namjoon a little show?” Taehyung asked and confused, you turned your head to the side. Your blood almost froze in your veins as your gaze fell directly on the young man leaning relaxed against the bar counter. But even from a distance, you saw that this was just a masquerade. His fingers almost clawed into the glass, so tightly he had enclosed it. The look with which he looked back at you almost pierced through you, and you could see from here how he pressed his jaws tightly together. He almost looked angry.

“Is this a good idea?” you therefore asked. You didn’t want to upset Namjoon. What if he cared about your reputation? Most people here you met for the first time and you were not sure if it would be a good first impression if they saw you like this. And also all the people you knew… Jung-hee, Chin Ho – what if they saw you? Would they say anything? Or would they just look away quickly? Your stream of thoughts was interrupted by Hoseok, who stroked your side with his thumb.

“Trust me, baby, Namjoon is enjoying the show. Even though he doesn’t look like it.”

“So he’s not mad because someone might be watching us?” you asked, and your voice sounded muffled as you buried your head in Hoseok’s shoulder again because you couldn’t stand Namjoon’s gaze any longer.

It was Taehyung this time who laughed softly behind you and gave you a kiss on the back of the head. “Mad? He probably has to pull himself together not to come here and do it himself. He probably wants to show everyone that you are ours and show them things, do things with you, that they can never do with you.”

“Oh God,” you mumbled and wanted to squeeze your legs together to get some friction on your clit. But Hoseok’s leg was still between yours and Taehyung also clicked his tongue and pushed your legs further apart.

“Suddenly you can’t wait anymore, can you?” Taehyung asked, bringing his fingers into direct contact with your clothed opening. You gripped Hoseok’s shoulders tighter while a soft whimpering came over your lips. “What was that, Jagi?”

His slender fingers pushed your thong to the side and glided over your labia as they spread your moisture. Your eyes fell on Namjoon. You wanted to know if he was watching you and if Hoseok and Taehyung were right. When you saw how his gaze was firmly focused on the middle of your body, eyes slightly narrowed, you knew that they might have even underestimated him. And this thought, this certainty, unleashed something in you that you had never experienced before. At least not with this intensity.

You waited until he lifted his gaze, before you smiled at him from a distance. It was a light, almost shy smile while you still had your head on Hoseok’s shoulder. Then you released one arm and let it fall down and Namjoon followed the movement with a blank face. Then you also reached through the slit under your dress and grabbed Taehyung’s wrist. He wanted to pull his hand back, misinterpreted your grip at first, but you pressed it tighter between your legs. Taehyung moaned softly as he pressed a finger closer to your opening. You were sure that Namjoon saw at least something. Two hands under your dress made the slit reveal even more than it already did, and the dancing people around you showed him a glimpse of you every now and then.

“You’re enjoying this a little more than I thought, baby,” Hoseok noticed and let his fingertips slide across your back. You shivered, and at the same time Taehyung let his finger slip into you. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth opened in a choked moan, while all your concentration lay on Taehyung’s long finger that pushed deeper and deeper into you. As you felt his knuckles between your legs, he began to curl his finger inside you and pressed it against the slightly rough part of you.

“Tae,” a surprised moan slipped away from you and Taehyung took this as an incentive to let his finger slip out of you again. You managed to open your eyes again to look at Namjoon. He had placed his glass behind him on the counter while his gaze was still firmly fixed on you. When he made sure that you were looking at him, he briefly palmed himself. The movement was short and quick, so probably no one but you had noticed it. Outsiders might think he only had to adjust himself.

But you knew better. You saw the short grin that appeared on his lips before your eyes fell close again as Taehyung penetrated you with his finger again.

“If we had known that this would turn you on so much when someone was watching you, Jimin would certainly not have sent us away last time,” Hoseok said.

“That’s good to know, isn’t it, Hyung?” Taehyung’s voice sounded strained as he moved his finger in you faster. His palm pressed gently on your clit and you felt Taehyung pushing your arousal out of you with every thrust of his fingers. Just the thought of your moisture dripping down his fingers caused your inner walls to contract. Immediately, you felt Taehyung’s fingers even more intensely rubbing you from within.

“Please let me come, Tae,” you asked and pressed him harder into you with a strong grip around his wrist.

“I think Namjoon will get angry if he isn’t the one,” Hoseok remarked, and you were already complaining when you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder. Your eyes sprang open and Namjoon stood in front of you. Taehyung’s finger inside you stopped moving and you let go of his wrist. Now that he was standing right in front of you, you could see his pupils dilated and the few drops of sweat that had formed on his forehead.

“You’re absolutely right,” he said and his voice sounded even deeper than usual. Taehyung’s finger slipped out of you and you whimpered softly as you suddenly felt empty. Namjoon grabbed your hand which was just hanging lifelessly next to you and Hoseok and Taehyung took this as a signal to let you go.

“Should we let Jin know?” Hoseok asked and Namjoon nodded. Immediately, another wave of nervousness and excitement came over you.

“Send him to the back in half an hour. Not earlier.” And with these words, he grabbed your hand and pulled you off the dance floor.

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hatake-no-sharingan · 4 years ago

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A Well Loved Copy (PART 2: Pieces of you)

Kakashi x Reader

Story Summary: Your cozy life as a bookseller is disturbed when a box of the worst books you could ever imagine arrives at your store, and with them a certain silver haired ninja to whom you are definitely not attracted.

Chapter 1: CLICK HERE

Chapter summary: You give into Kakashi’s book. As you start to read, you realize the book he left you has more than one story to tell. It reveals many things about this wonderful stranger who visited your shop a few days ago.

Relationship: Kakashi x Reader

Warnings: None (it has a bit of mature references, but it’s not very graphic, just be careful and read under your own discretion)

A/N: I really liked how this turned out and now I have a clear path as to where the story is headed. This chapter is a bit of the exposition, you’ll really get to know the MC better. Hopefully you guys like it. I promise next chapter will be happier and have the charming fluffy Kakashi we all crave and love, but I needed this chapter to give it the depth the story needs.

Special thanks to @seventh-line for editing, she’s your quality control guys! She’s preventing you all from reading a mess hehe. (the story wouldn’t be what it is without you <3 )

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Pieces of you

You run your fingers across the cover, mimicking the same motion you saw him do in the shop yesterday. For a moment, it’s not paper you’re touching, but silky cool skin.

You read the first chapter with a frown on your face, your eyes reluctantly darting from one word to the other. Before you know it, you’re through the first part of the story, and it was infuriatingly....good.

The main character is likable from the start. There’s something about the way she talks that makes you want to be her friend. She’s sexy and confident, but a complex character too, with a dense storyline and fatal flaws.

You hate to admit it, but the book really draws you in. You begin to regret having judged Kakashi so harshly. You find yourself deeply enthralled, wondering what will happen next.

There’s way more story than there is porn, contrary to how you imagined it. Customers come and go and you barely lift your eyes to charge them for their items, always eager for them to leave so you can return to your reading.

You usually devour a book in a day or two, depending on the complexity of the story, but this time, you’re purposefully taking longer with each page. Not because the writer, Jiraiya, wove a prose too elevated to understand, he didn’t, but because each page held a secret message that told the story of its owner.

The book you’re holding tells two stories, the one the author wrote, printed massively, the same as the other copies you have on the shelf. But this book you have here, is unique. Its pages, the spine, the cover, they all tell a whole other story. Kakashi’s story.

Just who are you? The book isn’t just a copy of a romance novel, it’s the pieces of Kakashi wound up and bound together in a single object. It tells more truth about him than his silly biography on the history shelf ever will. Each time you flipped through a page, you felt closer to that man you’ve only met once.

You encounter a dozen different things that give dimension to your mental image of Kakashi. Bite marks on the bottom left corner, probably made by a small dog. Clumsily highlighted quotes, usually romantic ones. A sticky residue from what appeared to be food, maybe dango, which would’ve made you gag usually but didn’t this time. You catch yourself smiling more than once as you go on a journey with the little pieces of this man scattered throughout.

When you get to a steamy scene, you check if the store is empty, and then indulge yourself. The excitement rises to the pit of your stomach.

The main character just confessed her love for the antagonist, who *plot twist* isn’t the antagonist. He’s always been in love with her and had just become part of the evil criminal organization to protect her. After an incredibly intense fight, he tells her the truth, and she can’t resist her attraction to him anymore. Between blood, and bruises, she melts into his body. His calloused hands grasp her hips, and he pulls in her as close as he can. He slips her dress down, and she’s burning with desire. Your hands shake slightly and your breath becomes faster, heat rushing to your thighs.

She looks into his eyes, and threads her hands through his damp hair, making him moan hoarsely with the motion. In a deliciously slow motion he -

You close the book startled by the sound of the door chime to see a petite woman comes into the store with two little kids.

“Y/N?” Yume stares at you in disbelief “is this really you?”

You’re always happy to see your best friend, except now. You try to hide the book, uselessly, because she’s already noticed.

“Yeah why would I not be me?” You ask with a nervous giggle, pretending not to know what she’s talking about.

She turns towards the children and tells them to go look for something in the kids section. They run towards the colorful shelves decorated with animal decals happily. Then, to you she says “I mean what in the literary hell are you reading? The real Y/N wouldn’t ever touch those books”

Your cheeks get hot and you let out a nervous laugh

She takes the book from your hands and examines the cover

“This is one tough loved book. Which trash can did you fish it out of?”

“Stop, give it back!” you say reaching for it, but she pulls it away “and I didn’t take it out of a trash can. Someone lent it to me, and they happen to take it on rough missions”

“Y/N? What are you telling me? Don’t say this belongs to a...” she flips to the first page, and right below the title she sees the sloppy handwriting where he marked the book as his.

Hatake

“Shinobi” she whispers as her eyes widen, a gesture of pain crossing her face.

You want to say something, but find yourself stammering and at a loss for words. You know how she feels about shinobi, and you understand, but there’s something about Kakashi that intrigues you so much, that pulls you closer to him. Not to mention how kind he was that he brought the book to you, even if he’d been cocky when you met.

“You know they’re dangerous. And Kakashi Hatake’s copy? Seriously? He’s said to be one of the worst. You know some people call him the friend killer. What does that mean? The guy is nothing but trouble. Interacting with shinobi more than necessary will get you killed.”

You keep searching for words, but you cannot find them. The man you’ve met, read about, the guy who enjoys these novels, who keeps a bookmark made by three kids, who couldn’t stand the thought of you hating his favorite books, doesn’t match what she’s saying. It can’t, not for you. But you know there’s truth in what Yume says too.

He is a dangerous shinobi, he’s a known ex-ANBU, and it was true, his teammates once went on missions with him and they never came back.

“Now I don’t know if he killed them or not. Maybe he didn’t, not intentionally. But the fact is, his whole team is dead. Wherever he goes, death follows.” Yume paused, turning to stare out the window, arms crossed, “Wherever Shinobi go, death follows, or have you forgotten what happened to Kei?” She rubs the back of her head, frustrated. Her voice sounds strained now, as if going on with this conversation is too painful for her.

She takes a deep breath and looks directly into your eyes.

“Now I have two sons I didn’t ask for, and I love them. Don’t think I don’t love them, but don’t you think they miss their mother? The real one. Do you think I don’t miss my sister?”

Your friend asks finally.

You stay quiet. She takes her children and leaves without getting them anything. The remnants of your conversation leaving a dent in your heart.

You hate to see her go like that, mad at you, because you know her pain, and you love her.

Knowing those things about Kakashi should scare you away, but all it does is break your heart for him.

He shouldn’t have gone through that pain alone. Nobody should. In the end, Yume had her nephews, now her adopted sons, and her mother. You have your mother too.

As far as you knew, Kakashi Hatake, elite ninja, ex ANBU, mourned alone.

Everyday you wait for him to show up at the bookstore again, so you can prove to yourself he is the kind man you’ve found in the pages of this book. He doesn’t show up.

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itswildwinters · 5 years ago

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Seeing as it’s the holidays for me, I’ve had time to read (and re-read) quite a lot of fics, and I felt like sharing some of them with you. It’s my first time doing a fic recs post, so I hope it’s useful and not too much of a mess, especially since it’s quite long!

If you do end up reading any of these stunning fanfics, don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show your appreciation!

Enjoy!! ✩

✩ baby blue by @soldouthaz (39k)

summary: Harry Styles takes his time coming out to greet them. Louis only knows what he’s seen on file and what he’s heard them talking about, but he fully lives up to the image he had inside of his head.

He saunters down the front steps of the farmhouse in his Levi’s, brown snakeskin boots curving out from underneath the denim Louis’ sure he had specially made. He’s got on a plaid button-down tucked into the jeans because of course he does, curls spilling out from either side of his cowboy hat around his sunglasses and country-tan skin.

��Harry Styles,” he drawls, extending a hand to Louis’ manager, “Pleased to meet ya’ll.”

I loved the dynamic between Cowboy Harry and Celebrity Louis. What I also really enjoyed about this fanfic is that the depiction of farm life was accurate. The way the story is written really gets you into action, so that you can picture everything quite well through the Louis-centric third point of view.

✩ The Space Between by @lads-laddylads (39k)

summary: Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why. Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

A/B/O fanfic. I loved how Alpha Harry acted upon seeing Louis for the first time. You can really feel the tension and attraction through the screen, which is one of my all time favourite things. The way their relationship builds up is a delight, and Louis is a darling and so courageous in the end with how he deals with Harry, even when Harry is being an idiot. The connection they have at the end... just wow!

✩ fae series: Boiling Blood Will Circulate and Warming The Air Of The World by @crazyupsetter (42k and 3k)

summary of Boiling Blood Will Circulate: The wait isn’t long before something starts rustling in the bushes. Harry takes aim, squeezes the trigger, body moving unconsciously. They’re motions he’s done a thousand times before, and his body knows how to do it without the input of his brain now. It’s what makes him such a good shot.

He misses. The shot misses.

Something howls in the woods, a pretty clear indication that Harry hit it, but there’s no telltale sounds of a big body dropping, no animal charging out at him to take him out before he can finish the job.

Something does turn and run, though. “Fuck,” Harry spits out, scrambling to his feet and slinging the rifle back over his shoulder, giving chase. He’s not going to lose this hunt.

The trail of blood goes on longer than Harry thought it would. He doesn’t know how long he runs for, but his muscles are burning, chest heaving with exertion, until the trail just - goes dead. No more blood, just like that.

“Fuck,” Harry says.

I am a sucker for fantasy/supernatural fanfics, and this one is absolutely incredible. The suspense in there is well-built, and the dynamic between Louis and Harry leaves you hungry for more. There’s a lot of blood in this series, so if you’re not into that you should be careful, but for me the author really puts into perspective how complicated and different from mankind faeries are.

✩ With a whimper by @kitundercover (132k)

summary: Dystopian AU. Louis has been alone for too long to remember how not to be, and Harry has too much to worry about to deal with a scrawny, wild, stranger.

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The man grips his arm tightly. “You’re not going to say anything.” It’s not a question.

Louis shakes his head, his body twitching.

“Fine.” Large green eyes survey him before letting go. “It’s cold. Take this. Wear it.”

Louis can’t help another flinch as the man’s long scarf is wrapped around his tender neck, it’s still warm. He touches the soft material. “Thank you.”

The man bears his teeth. “Don’t thank me. Don’t ever thank me.”

If you are into dystopian works, and doesn’t mind violence, blood and gore, this fic will make your day! I loved the world-building, the way it’s written, how Louis’ character is portrayed and how strong he is. I just couldn’t stop reading once I began. The secrets of the plot, the fear of the characters, and the curiosity that sparks within you as you read contribute into making this fic a unique one that’s so worth the read.

✩ Soaked In The Blood Of Angels by @crazyupsetter (40k)

summary: The boy looks drugged, caught between a man who’s almost twice his size and a girl who looks like she wouldn’t even break a sweat snapping him in half despite her small stature, eyes closed and mouth open as he pants, arching up between them almost as if he’s trying to escape.

Normally, Harry would ignore it and continue on his search for someone to drink from, someone who wouldn’t mind his sharp teeth and rough hands. He’s seen plenty of boys like this one, ones who picked the wrong playmates, and if he stopped to rescue every single one of them he would have died from thirst a long time ago.

This one, though. There’s something about this one, the sheen of his bright blue eyes as he blinks slowly, looks around as though he doesn’t know where he is, the weakness of his hands as he tries to push the girl off of him and make his escape.

Another magnificent creatures/fantasy fanfic. The writing is absolutely exquisite, and I love how hard to get Louis is. The violence between Louis and Harry might bother some people, but to me it really spiced up their relationship and made Louis and Harry, who are creatures of gloom, particularly interesting and even real, somehow.

✩ Play Pretend, Find a Friend? by @angelichl (40k)

summary: They had to pull back for air. Louis surveyed the guy’s face, in awe of his blown pupils and sharp jawline, the way their shared spit glistened on his lips.

“Hi,” he breathed. He blinked, and came back to himself a little bit, blushing at his own boldness. “Sorry. Is this okay?”

The stranger removed his right hand from the curve of Louis’ waist in order to cup his jaw, tilting it up to the angle he desired. He pressed their lips together, murmuring, “Definitely.” And then he kissed harder.

When Louis sees his ex-boyfriend kissing a random girl at a party, he acts out of blind jealousy. He kisses the first guy he can find. It turns into a thing.

Where do I start? I usually don’t like fake-relationship AUs since most of the time Louis and Harry are famous, which make it less fun to me. But in this fic, they’re students and Harry is a frat boy while Louis is a nerd, but it’s not cliché or anything. It’s actually so well-written and the relationship between Louis and Harry takes time to progress which I absolutely love, seeing as I am a sucker for slow burn. Harry is so sweet as a frat boy, and Louis is an angel. Really loved reading this.

✩ at your fingertips by @risthebrave (27k)

summary: He finds himself wrapped up in sheets in bed on Thursday night, staring at the familiar name on a new story that was posted the night before.

His fingers twitch, ready to hit play and surrender to his impulses, saving the regret and turmoil for later.

And still he hesitates, internally praying that he’ll somehow gain the strength to exit out within the next few moments before he inevitably loses his patience and hits the button.

Three…

Two…

One.

Play.

Or, Louis really should have seen it coming.

Besides being well-written, the whole plot is quite original. I absolutely loved Louis in there, especially since all of his insecurities made me relate to him. He’s so sweet, and I’m glad Harry was there to get him to open-up and see how amazing he is. I had so many moments of secondhand embarrassment haha, and they made the fic all the more amazing. Honestly, what really struck me in this fic is how the author managed to make Harry such an amazing person, and how intrepid Louis is while he learns to overcome his insecurities.

✩ Nothing But You On My Mind by @absoloutenonsense (83k)

summary: Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

It was such a joy to read this fic. Even though Harry pissed me off on more than one occasion, I took great satisfaction in how Louis ignored him or replied with one of his witty comebacks. The plot twist was just awesome and Harry’s stubbornness ended up being very much welcome.

✩ push you out, pull you back in by @behisoneandonly (31k)

summary: Harry grips his head in his hands helplessly, yanking the base of his dark curls and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers, knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping the strands of his hair.

“Hey, hey,” says the petite stranger in front of him, quickly standing up. “Stop, you’re hurting yourself.”

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Or Harry hates feeling vulnerable. Louis is set on breaking through his tough facade.

Oh my god, this was truly wonderful. The size difference made me go crazy! The smut was just wow too. What really made this fic so incredible is how protective of Harry Louis is, and how Louis seems to just... understand Harry despite his issues. Jealous Harry also! I loved it. Moreover, Louis’ character is literally perfect in this.

✩ thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in by @absoloutenonsense (52k)

summary: Harry's alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam's latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis' financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

I’ve read and re-read this. I love Louis and Harry’s dynamic, and how they solve their troubles in the end. Harry is such a sweet soul, and Louis deserves the world!

✩ Canyon Moon by @eeveelou (40k)

summary: For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry.

Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind.

An A/B/O Lion King AU

What really drew me in is that I’ve never before seen a larry fanfic on the Lion King, and honestly? It was so beautiful. The way the author made the plot of the cartoon go along with the A/B/O world was truly surprising, and absolutely interesting to read. Also, when Louis is introduced to the modern world? It’s such a sweet part of the fic.

✩ a trail of honey through it all by @yvesaintlourent (27k)

summary: The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.

Or, the TPH fic we’ve all been waiting for.

Trailer park Harry? HELL YEAH! The concept has been going on in the fandom for so long that when I saw someone finally wrote it, I was genuinely excited. And I wasn’t disappointed! The writing is wonderful and the way Louis and Harry grow closer is just so sweet. Loved it!

✩ The Healing Song series: The Healing Song and The Wedding by 2204 (111k and 3k)

summary of The Healing Song: Louis was carrying the large stuffed elephant like it was a baby, it’s trunk hanging over his shoulder and down his back and it’s front legs were resting around his neck, like it was hugging him. Said elephant was a present from Louis’ close friend Steve, who had thought Louis needed something to hug on bad days and had gifted him with a stuffed elephant the size of a one year old.

Steve had been right. Some days Louis did need something to hug, and this elephant was as good as anything.

Louis was having one of the rougher days. The harmonious state of the anxiety free life of a fearless Louis had ended the week after he met with Harry. It ended as abruptly as it had started. It was like pushing a button. Lights out. Almost as if the universe said “You’ve had your fun, crazy one, now go be sick” and slammed the door in his face.

Or where Louis is a single father of two, suffering from PTSD, and Harry is there providing soulmatey and loving support while he heals the wounds of past abuse.

God, this fic I swear! This made me cry, laugh, scream... this is a roller-coaster of emotions. It’s quite a hard fic to read, because it deals with past abuse and trauma. And it’s even harder knowing this story is based on real life events that the author went though. But the way it’s written, the way Harry helps Louis through his struggles and issues, it’s so beautiful and inspiring.

✩ Sunrise and Pixie Dust by @moonyblouie (14k)

summary: Harry's taking a walk at sunrise in the forest he knows like the back of his hand when the wind starts blowing, the sky turns pink, and golden glitter starts to fall from the sky. He’s not sure about what’s happening, but when he comes face to face with a gorgeous winged-creature, he can’t help but be immediately mesmerized.

Or an AU in which Harry finds himself crossing the borders between two worlds.

I loved this, the smut is so hot!! But the end... I really hope there will be a sequel! But other than that, the way Louis is written? Wonderful!

✩ Weightless by @smittenwithlouis (25k)

summary: He hopes that Harry still thinks of him. God knows Louis thinks of him every day.

Or: Harry is the best dragon racer the world has ever seen and Louis is an almost-vet who feels like he is carrying the weight of the world.

This was... just amazing, honestly. I loved loved loved every time Louis interacted with dragons, I could picture it and it’s just so so sweet. The way Louis is concerned about Harry’s safety, and Harry’s will to make Louis’ life better, to give him the freedom he deserves... it’s just beautiful.

✩ The Blood of Love by @mugglemirror (25k)

summary: Harry is a nurse and Louis is a painting worth more than a thousand words. As desire and darkness encompasses him, Harry has to learn the secrets of Thorne Hills manor before he succumbs to the mystery that surrounds him.

I absolutely loved this! The plot, the writing, the suspense, the secrets... everything was on spot and left me yearning for more. The atmosphere really makes the reader completely engrossed into what’s going on, and the end doesn’t disappoint. Dark fics have always been something that I enjoy reading, and this one definitely didn’t disappoint. Just wow!

✩ Latibule by @quelquesetoiles

summary: Louis had worked in the infamous resort placed in the median point of all worlds for longer than he could remember. He went through everyday with a soul-crushing emptiness filling his mind, going through the same routine over and over again. Despite all the happenings around him, his soul never wavered, his emotions stayed superficial, and nothing took his breath away anymore.

Nothing, except the intoxicating smell of lavender and the contemplating green eyes that came along for the ride every now and again. His heart always seemed to wake up full force whenever those pretty lips formed around even prettier, yet empty promises, and he felt the magic sizzle in his bones again only when contact was made between the divine body and his own deceivingly normal one. He hated it for the fact he really didn’t.

Or : A Spirited Away AU of sorts where Louis just wants to heal and be left alone, only for all his plans to be destroyed by the hands of an infuriating British God.

I have read this at least three times, that’s how good this fic is. I am a sucker for mythology, like truly, and Louis and Harry’s dynamic in there had me screaming! Jealous Harry is the best thing, and the semi plot twist at the end made my heart jump. But besides the universe we readers are diving into, it’s also the writing that’s left me pleasantly drunk. The words flow together perfectly, at after each paragraph you just long for more. Also the pet names!!! Just beautiful.

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strawberriestyles · 5 years ago

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Chapter 15

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Harry X OFC (AU)

Sequel to Brutality: In which Melody and Harry must relearn how to navigate one another among a flurry of changes.

Read previous parts here.

Author’s note: OMG we are about halfway through the story. I have like two(ish) weeks of chapters finished, but then things get fuzzy. And now I’m back to work so idk how much time I will have for writing, but I’m trying, babies!!! When you’re finished reading, I’m bringing back a petition for Breonna Taylor. The lack of justice she’s been served is ASTOUNDING. Please sign if you haven’t already. If you have, find a petition for one of the MANY other cases which have yet to be closed. ENJOY THE CHAPTER. XX

Miraculously, Melody had been out for a run the day that Harry brought her birthday gift home. Bea let him hide it safely in her closet, beneath a giant heap of sweaters. He gave Melody extra kisses to make up for the disaster of New Year’s Eve and what he’d said to her the day after, and within a week he thought that he’d begun to wear her down.

The freedom that he felt with the end of his physical therapy was dulled by the constant ache of loss every time he thought about boxing. He needed something to occupy his time. He was getting sick of staring at the television and, despite Melody’s many recommendations, he couldn’t train his brain to focus long enough to read a book.

“What are you up to?” Bea asked as he left the bedroom. She had built herself into a fort on the couch, surrounded by loose papers and books, her laptop perched on her legs. She was working on an important essay and Harry had barely seen her move for three days.

He paused to crouch down and tie his shoe, struggling with fingers that were somehow still sore from the punch he’d thrown at Brute’s. He needed to start toughening himself up again, that was for sure. His entire body was softer than he remembered it ever being.

“For a run.”

“Oh, really? Get that athlete’s body back? Preparing for a summer at the beach?”

Harry chuckled. The more he spoke to Bea the more relaxed he found her, the more teasing she became. He wouldn’t admit it aloud, but he was starting to like her.

“No beaches for me yet. It would just be nice not to get winded walkin’ up to the apartment.”

“Fair enough. Take an extra block for me, huh? I don’t think I’ve moved more than twenty feet all weekend.”

Harry raised a brow. Bea was scanning a sheet of messy handwritten notes and she didn’t glance up until the silence and stillness lasted for a few moments.

“What?”

“Beats moving exactly zero feet in five months, yeah?”

Bea’s eyes widened. She inhaled enough to shift the papers around her. There was a brief moment of tension and then she spluttered out a thin laugh.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” There was a pause and then she snorted again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Harry rolled his eyes and pressed his lips together to hold back a grin. He tugged the collar of his hoodie down and turned to leave.

“Yeah, whatever,” he said. "I’ll take an extra block.”

Bea was still trying to stifle her laughter as Harry exited the apartment and trotted down the stairs, out into the blistering January cold.

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Harry pushed himself so hard that his muscles started to feel like they would congeal. His lungs burned. But just like when he’d been walking, every time his body told him to quit, he pushed for another block. He pushed until he was hunched over at a stop light, dry-heaving and slightly dizzy. It was then that his phone vibrated. He dug it out of his pocket and glanced at the screen, swallowing around his nausea.

“Hey, love,” he said as he answered, out of breath. “‘M kinda on a run right now. Can I call yeh back?”

“I, uh...” Melody sounded off. Her voice was muted and in the silence that followed, as she hesitated, he could hear her breathing. Even through the phone, the air shook.

“Mel?” Harry felt his racing heart drop down into his stomach. The feeling of sickness there thickened. He straightened up, dragging his arm across his forehead to keep sweat from dripping down his face, and began to cross the street when the light changed, his steps slow. “Wha’s wrong?”

Her next breath rattled, and he waited through the growing pause before she spoke again. “Please, don’t say I’m crazy.”

“What?” he asked. He barely reached the next sidewalk before the light changed again. The cab beside him honked angrily, but he didn’t turn his head. “Wha’s goin’ on?”

“I...” He heard her mumble something away from the phone and then her apprehensive breaths returned. “I think I saw Colton.”

Harry stopped moving. “You what?”

Melody groaned on the other end of the line. “I don’t know for sure,” she said. She paused for another breath and when she next spoke, the words seemed to pour out of her. “I just stopped for groceries. I was coming out of the store and there was a guy across the street and he was staring at me. And then I turned around for a second and he was gone. I don’t know where he went. And it looked like Colton. I swear it looked just like him.”

Almost subconsciously, Harry’s eyes roamed the street, the line of shops in front of him and the sidewalk behind him, the space across the intersection. Like Colton might be here. “Mel, where are you?”

She sighed. Harry knew—could almost hear the way—her teeth were working at her lips. “I, um, went back in the store. I can’t get myself to go outside.”

“Don’,” Harry said. “Do not go outside. ‘M comin’ to get yeh. What store?”

She mumbled where she was to him and he nodded though she couldn’t see him, mapping out the fastest route through the city in his mind. Traffic wasn’t crazy, but he knew he could make it there faster on foot than by taxi. He turned around and began back the way he’d come.

“Okay, love,” he said, picking up into a run when he reached the other side of the street. “‘M on my way. Please, don’ move.”

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“Mel.”

Melody looked up and saw Harry walking toward her, his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. He looked around the entrance of the grocery store once before he reached her, scanning the faces.

“Yeh okay?”

She looked at him for a moment, at the intensity in his gaze, and then had to look away. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to fuck up your—”

“Shut up,” he said, cutting her off. He leaned down to place himself back in her line of sight. “Stop. Are you okay?”

Melody tipped her head back against the wall she was leaning against, taking a deep breath. She did feel calmer now that he was here, but her insides were still heavy with panic. “No.”

“C’mere.” He held his arms out. Barely a beat passed before she stepped forward, planting her face right into the chest of his hoodie. The material was damp, but she didn’t feel any desire to pull away. Harry’s arms folded around her, one hand tangling in the ends of her hair. Melody didn’t move for a long minute.

“Oh, God,” she mumbled eventually, barely pulling her head back enough to look up at him. “Am I going crazy? Did I just imagine him standing there?”

Harry’s frown deepened. “Where was he?”

Melody took a reluctant step back, out of Harry’s hold, and pointed out through the large glass windows at the front of the store. “Right there.”

Harry followed her finger to a spot across the street, the corner of the sidewalk. “And he just watched yeh?” he asked, scanning the street, looking for a familiar face. “Nothin’ else?”

He was met with silence. When he turned back around, Melody was staring at his chest, her eyes unfocused. He cocked his head. “Melody.”

She gnawed on her lip for a moment and then shrugged. “I thought he waved.”

Harry stared at her. He watched the way her eyes darted along his torso, purposefully avoiding his face, and then reached up to tug at a strand of her hair, tucking it behind her ear. She sighed as his thumb traced her jaw.

“Harry, I’m terrified.”

He nodded, taking her by the shoulder to pull her back to him. “I know. I know, love.” This time she clung to him, her fingers tight around the back of his hoodie. He pressed his lips against the top of her head.

All Harry could think of was the time he said she didn’t have to worry about Colton. He wouldn’ come here, love. Had he lied to her?

“This is the first time yeh’ve seen him, right?” he asked.

Melody lifted her face, pressing her chin against his chest. “You don’t think I was imagining it?”

“I don’ know.” Harry tilted his head and stroked her cheek. “I don’ know what to think. But he’s not gonna do anythin’ to yeh, understand? I wouldn’ let him.”

Melody’s frown deepened. “I don’t want anything to happen to you, either.”

A woman with a loaded shopping cart squeezed past them, nearly catching Harry’s ankle. He stepped forward, out of the way, and glanced down at the bags of food Melody had bought. “Let’s get a cab, okay?”

Melody pressed her lips together, eyes wandering away from his face and out the windows. Harry watched her zone out, her fingers loosening in his sweatshirt.

“Melody, look at me,” he whispered, turning her face by the chin. He pressed a slow kiss to her lips when she met his eyes again, and then pressed his thumb to the corner of her mouth. “We’re okay. Nothing is happenin’ to either of us.”

“You can’t promise—”

“I can,” he said. “I promise. I promise I won’t let anythin’ happen to you. And I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.”

Melody drew her lip into her mouth, letting out a long breath.

“Understand?” Harry asked. She nodded. “Okay, grab your stuff.” He loosened his hold on her and nodded toward her groceries. “Give me some bags and let’s get out of here.”

***

Harry had never seen Melody so jumpy. She seemed to stiffen every time one of his footsteps sounded behind her, echoing up the stairwell until they reached the third floor of her building. She tried the doorknob but found it locked, and fished in her pocket for her keys. When the door was unlocked and they were inside, Harry placed all of the bags he’d been carrying on the counter. He watched Melody lock the door again. She’d been doing that for a while, since she’d started having those nightmares of Colton standing in the apartment, but this time she tried to pull on the door, testing the lock.

“Mel.”

She tensed, swiveling her neck to find him watching her. He raised a brow, but her gaze fell as she stepped away from the door, trailing across the kitchen toward him and setting down the bags she’d been carrying. Harry glanced into the living room, but Bea had earbuds in and seemed to be in her own world.

Melody pulled all of the items out of the first bag in silence, placing them on the counter, folding the fabric up in her hands. Harry sighed, stepping behind her, winding his arms around her waist and resting his chin on the top of her head. He expected to feel the tight bunch of her muscles beneath her skin, but even as he pressed his chest to her back, she seemed to relax.

“Love, what do yeh wanna do?” he whispered. She fell still in his arms. “Wanna call the cops?”

“No,” she said decisively, shaking her head. “What are they supposed to do? I’m not even positive it was him.”

Harry opened his mouth to respond, but Bea beat him to it.

“Cops? What cops?” she asked, setting her laptop off to the side. Her eyes bounced back and forth between the two of them. “Why are we talking about the police?”

Melody was silent. Harry gave her a quick squeeze before he stepped off to the side, keeping a hand on her waist. “Melody thinks she saw Colton.”

“What?” Bea’s eyes widened. She tilted her head toward them, as if she hadn’t heard correctly.

“I’m fine,” Melody assured her. “I’m okay. I’m not even sure it was him.”

Bea looked dubious. Harry felt the same way.

“‘M sure I could convince one of ‘em to watch the place,” he said. “Yeh know, post across the street or somethin’. Would that make yeh feel safer?”

“No.” Melody shook her head without a moment’s pause. “The police don’t make me feel safe, Harry. You make me feel safe.”

“I do?”

Bea snorted. Harry shot her a withering look as she plugged her earbuds back in, but she merely shrugged at him before she returned to her work.

“Yes,” Melody said.

Harry tilted his head forward, pressing his lips to her hair and gathering her up in his arms again. She leaned into him, her cheek pressed to his chest.

“I meant it, Mel,” Harry said. “‘M not gonna let anythin’ happen to yeh.”

“I know,” she whispered.

He drew his fingers through her hair, sighing agains the top of her head. “‘M gonna shower,” he said after a few moments. “Yeh wanna put this food away and then join me?”

Melody glanced at the couch, where Bea had retreated into her own world again, scribbling away in a notebook. Harry shook his head. “No, nothin’ like that, love. Just to shower.”

Melody looked up at him and nodded. “Okay.”

“I’ll see yeh in there,” he whispered, pressing a final kiss to her forehead before wandering off toward the bathroom. Melody watched him go, the door shutting between them, and then stared down at the groceries she’d unpacked. If she closed her eyes, she could picture the scene from her nightmare like it was an actual memory. Colton looming in the doorway to her bedroom, Harry peacefully asleep beside her, her body frozen. And in this version, Colton waved.

Melody gathered up everything cold from the countertop and stuffed it into the fridge, unconcerned with placement. She left everything else to be put away later.

The air in the bathroom was steamy when she stepped inside. She’d barely kicked the door shut behind her before she was peeling out of her clothes, tripping on the bath mat. And when she drew back the shower curtain and stepped into the tub, she sighed in relief. The water wasn’t nearly as hot as she would usually like it, but Harry’s hands were warm as he pulled her beneath the stream, stroking her skin, washing away her anxiety like it was nothing more than a film coating her body.

“Yeh feel okay?”

Melody blinked her eyes open, wiping water from her face. Harry was watching her with furrowed brows, his hair dripping past his ears. The concern in his face as she nodded could have made her melt. He reached a hand up, cupping her cheek, and she leaned into his touch.

“Sure?” he checked again.

“Yes.”

His thumb traced her cheek bone and then he stepped forward, holding her again. He’d never held her so much. She all but sank into his chest.

“Got yeh, love,” he whispered. His hands floated up and down her sides for a few moments before he squeezed her hips. Then he pulled away, reaching for his shampoo, and Melody wasn’t sure if she’d ever felt such a complete sense of calm, but she allowed herself to relax back into the water without another word.

Chapter 16

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wordynerdygurl · 5 years ago

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Happy Endings

Author's Note: A little Loki one shot based on a friend's suggestion! It's carnal but fun!

Summary: You broke your word. Loki has an idea for a just punishment...

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics, masterbation, SMUT

You knew it was wrong. Loki had told you not to, had made you promise, in fact. And yet… when he had left on a mission, you couldn't help yourself.

It was the missing him, you see. When Loki was around he was an unending source of distraction. Practical jokes, silly pranks, little goofy games that filled your days with fun.

But, oh, the nights you spent together. When he would use those godly hands to twist and tweak, tease and torment, tickle and tangle you to more orgasms than you'd ever considered possible. Leaving you weak and whimpering in his strong arms, curled over his chest panting, whispering words like "love" and "forever".

It wasn't as if these feelings were one-sided. Far from it. Loki offered himself freely, when no one else could see, giving into the gentleness of shared affection behind closed doors.

And Loki's skill at living life to its mischievous best really shone brightest in the dark of night. You had learned to watch for the subtle change of his person. A stiffer posture. A lifted brow. A lip, turned up on one side, not a smile but not a frown. All signs that your God was up to something.

Gripping your hand just a hair tighter than normal. Tugging you to him a touch firmer than needed. Wandering fingers trailing over your bare arm, exposed shoulder, the swell of your hip. Loki found a way to express his deeper needs before you ever found the bedroom.

When Loki kissed you, forget it. Time did this funny thing where it slowed down. His thinner top lip, grounding the force of his intentions, that full bottom lip coaxing your mouth to part. Sweeping his tongue over yours, invading you, inviting you to attack him in return.

Every shared breath stretched outward, reaching towards the end of eternity, even as your heart thumped wildly to a rhythm no drum could hope to match. As your kiss dragged on your body sped up. Finding his shoulders shirt covered, you worked his buttons free furiously, flinging the fabric off of him to fall on the floor.

Pressing into you with a languid lounge, Loki deepened your lip lock, licking the roof of your mouth, sucking your bottom lip. You scrambled to unsnap his slacks, sliding them over his trim hips in seconds, showing his stiffening skin some serious study. "Hmm… careful kitten."

Knowing that guttural groan was created by you for you, made your own center clench. The power of bringing your God such pleasure was so arousing, it flooded your senses… and your under clothes.

"Undress for me. Go slow. I want to see you, pet."

Shivering from sheer sensual overload, you took a shaky step back, watching as Loki settled himself on the edge of your bed. Elbows resting on knees, hands clasped, hair tumbling over his face, Loki is a rapt, if naked, audience.

Drawing yourself up tall, you cheekily cock a shoulder higher, as if you were a simpering Hollywood Silver Screen starlet. The smile slowly falls from your face as you see Loki's. He's hungry, but patient. A panther after prey.

You can't break away from his eyes. Looking only at Loki you start to open your blouse. One button at a time, taking as much time as possible, per Loki's request.

When you've finished there, you don't remove your shell, instead you keep it on as you play with your skirt. You twirl. The move lifts your hem, exposing a slice of thigh, and Loki shifts for a closer look. Bringing your hands down in mock bashfulness, you turn away from your dark God, as you unzip and open the fastener. With a woosh it pools at your feet exposing your floral printed panties to a searing gaze.

Risking a look over your shoulder, you spy Loki, sitting up straight. His hands roam over his thick thighs in gentle caresses. Long and hard, the towering power of his erection is begging for attention.

"Turn around."

You do. You want to. And when he asks in that shredded sigh, how could you possibly deny him?

So here you are, in ivory knee high socks, your combat boots still laced tight. The flowers on your drawers matching the lacy designs on your bra. Barely covered by your shirt, the hunter green a lovely compliment to your flushed skin, you felt exposed.

Loki extended his hand. "Shirt."

Shimmying out of your shirt sleeves, you slid the silken top off your shoulders, catching it by the cuffs. You handed it to Loki wordlessly. Without his prompting, your hands brushed over your breasts, slipping the satin straps free one at a time, adding it to Loki's collection.

Growling at the sight of your bare breasts, "Come to me."

It's just two steps, but Loki stands, meeting you halfway. His hands circle your hips, tilting you back, your cloth covered core grinding against his shameless length. Loki raises one of your legs, hooking it over his hip, in an effort to touch more of you.

His kisses, hard and hot, pepper your jaw line. One hand cradles your neck, preventing your breaking away, forcing you to accept his talented tongue's carnal caresses. The other, oh that magnificent bastard, is palming your ass cheek driving Loki's firmness against your fabric covered folds.

Husking into your ear, "Were you good while I was away, little one? Did you keep your hands off of my pretty pussy, like you promised?"

"I… I…" You were over stimulated and stuttering. Your mind shouted, TRUTH! Your body screamed, LIE! Your mouth stammered as Loki licked the shell of your ear before nipping the lobe.

"It's alright, pet. I already know the sad truth." His hand fisted in your hair, yanking you back, until Loki's pure flame blue eyes burned into your own.

Gulping hard, "You… you do?"

Sinking into a sinful smile, nodding, "Oh yes. I know how you touched yourself in the dark of night."

"But! Loki…"

"How you came, hard and fast, with my name on your lips and my cock on your mind.”

Your cheeks flamed. Tingling, your scalp burned in Loki's tightening grip. "Isn't that right, little dove? You are insatiable and inconstant…" Licking the column of your throat, biting your exposed tendon, "But you are mine. So… I will be merciful."

"Thank you… thank you…" Tears of gratitude welled in your eyes.

"Sit down on the bed, pet. Open your legs… wide."

Loki stood between your thighs, towering over you, his steel strength bobbing close to your hungry mouth. You opened up, eager to accept him, "No. Not tonight little one. You have to atone for breaking your promise."

That voice was velvet. Soft and sensual, a luxury of accented language, even when ordering you to lewdness. "No hands either. Eyes on me, pet. I'll know if you look away."

And so you watched as Loki's long fingers traced a line down his taut abdominals. Lingering languidly on his muscular thighs before taking his heavy heat into his own hand. Drops of precum, liquid crystals, adorned his swollen skin, crowning him your king. With his thick thumb, brushing the natural lubricant across the rose red of his head, Loki stroked down his shaft.

"If only you had behaved. Then your little hand would be wrapped around me. They are so small, your wonderous hands. I never feel more godly than when your petite palm is petting me."

Your mouth is watering. Loki's hand is rising and falling over his marbled manhood in smooth motions. A whimper escapes you.

Smirking at your wantonly whine, "Oh… did you want a taste?"

Breathless, "Yes… please!"

Speeding up his self assault, Loki shakes his head, dark tendrils tossed from his shoulders. "Too bad. You've been wicked."

But he can't stop his own moan at the sight of you. Leaning off the bed, the gusset of your underwear dark from damp, still in your knee high socks and boots. You're a pornographic pixie, looking up at him from under the hood of your sooty lashes, eyes more pupil than iris. Part girl, part grown, all worked up by the man handling himself in front of you.

"Open your mouth, pet!" It's a strained order as Loki's grip on his flesh fortifies. Of course you comply willingly, waiting for his body's brand, almost drooling over Loki's silken steel.

Pumping himself, pushing into his palm the way he so often pummels you, he's moments from release. You're ready, greedy even, hungering for Loki's just punishment. His free hand grasps your chin, steadying you, "I'm cumming, kitten… It is all for you. Everything is for you!"

With that intense whisper, Loki reaches his climax, your tongue collecting as much as possible. He strokes himself once more, milking the last of his cum into your waiting mouth. "No. Don't swallow. Not yet."

Loki holds your mouth wide for a beat, adoration in his eyes, his delicious discharge dripping over your lips. With a pouty whine from you, Loki frees your jaw, "Go on, then."

You swallow thickly. Without waiting for his direction your hands cup Loki's peachy bottom. Pulling him and his still hard cock to your mouth, licking along his length you keen happily when you hear, "Gods!"

He lets you go a few minutes more before stepping away from you with an audible pop. "It's punishment, pet… remember?"

Poking out your bottom lip, huffing at him, "I didn't want to be bad."

"Oh? So I suppose it was the fault of your fidgeting fingers? Or maybe your silky slit is to blame?" He was teasing you now, laying down on the bed, taking you with him.

"No. Not that… it's just… I missed you so much. The bed… it's so big when you're not here to fill it! And… Everything is so boring without you messing around and pulling pranks! I guess I just felt closer to you when I was…"

"Breaking your promise?" Loki had gathered you to his chest, his fingers tracing symbols you could never hope to understand on your rib cage.

Sighing, "Yes. I broke my promise… I said I wouldn't touch myself while you were gone but I did. So… I'm sorry."

"That's all that ever needs to be said about it, little one." Loki tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, "Besides, I rather enjoyed your punishment!"

Rising up on your elbow, you smile at Loki. "Of course you did… but what about me?"

"I already told you kitten. It's all for you." With a growl Loki rolled on top of you, pining you beneath his heavenly body.

You squealed in happiness. How could you not? Loki was yours, he was home, and he was hard. Again. So, you lived happily ever after.

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writing-essence · 6 years ago

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Switch Flipped - Sweet Pea

Chapter Two: Sober

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Andrews!Reader, Reggie Mantle x Andrews!Reader

Warnings: Riverdale being wack 🤷🏻‍♀️ also language

Summary: After your dad was shot by the black hood, Archie has gone off the deep end, little did you expect yourself to question your northside loyalties

Author’s Note: Slow burn with Sweet Pea. Slight relationship with Reggie. There’s lots more Sweet Pea in this one, I swear. Let me know if you want to be tagged! -Milla

Word Count: 2,608 (oops?)

A few days had passed since the night of the rumble. Archie made an official apology video per Weatherbee's request and disbanded the red circle. Fred Andrews was relieved his fiery son blew out the flame. It wasn't easily spotted on the surface, but you could tell Archie still harbored hot coals in the pit of his stomach. This was most apparent by his grumbling about a certain Nick St. Clair over the blasts of his punching bag.

Reggie had time to cool down as well. The boy would never fail to jump at the chance to show off his athletism and masculinity in the name of dawning school spirit, so it wasn't a shock when he walked out your door that night. The next morning school had been suspiciously quiet due to the hushed details of Dilton Doiley's "mugging." When Reggie walked to your locker ready to lament his actions and announce the fall of the red circle, you didn't give him a chance. The scratches littering his face, the star of the show being a split lip, was enough to bury yourself back into the warmth of his chest. The gesture continued until the grating pitch of the bell rang through the halls bringing you back to the reality of linoleum floors. For a moment you thought the madness was over. It hadn't even started.

Currently, you were sitting in your room studying for a math test you knew was hopeless. Watching the tree outside your window sway in the harsh November breeze, you were surprising thankful your stress would be coming from the angles of triangles and not a circle tonight. The sun was beginning to set causing an orange tinge to flood your room. Basking in the momentary warmth, you decided to call Reggie for geometry advice. Maybe not actual advice, mostly reassurance you couldn't possibly do worse than he had in the same class the year before.

One ring

Two rings

Three rings

Four rings

Reggie always answered his phone, especially after what happened with Jason. He would never admit it, but he would sometimes panic if you didn't answer in the first three rings, even if he had dropped you off at home within the same hour. It took time for fear of losing people to trickle away. So why wasn't he answering? It could either be a sign of progress or a sign of something you couldn’t bear to think. Hoping for the former you continued to struggle through the practice test your teacher had given you. A few hours had passed, and once again you were graced with four rings and no Reggie. Fighting the nervous jolt in your stomach, you texted Midge instead who you were convinced could anyone off a ledge. Her comforting words lulled you to sleep.

A rude awakening prompted by none other than Alice Cooper, would answer why Reggie's trend of silence continued. An extravagant, to Riverdale standard, party. With jingle-jangle supplied by your supposedly out of business boyfriend. Your chest tightened as your lungs grew three times their size trying to catch up with your frantic breathing. Slowly you backed away from the cracked window at the side of the Cooper house you crouched behind while snooping. Bushes hugged your shins as you ran back to your yard. The next time you saw Reggie, it was over.

Not only had he been continuously lying about his possession of jingle-jangle but he did something you never thought him capable of. You built it in your mind Reggie was better than them than Jason, Chuck, or any other bulldog who wrote the worth of women on lists. He wasn't perfect by any means but not once did you think he would ever cheat. Archie tried his best to comfort you the days following the break. You knew he was there at the party and knew about Reggie and Josie. You didn't know whether you wanted to curse him out for not telling you or hug him for attempting to protect his little sister's heart.

Business at Pop’s had been slow since the first incident with the Black Hood. Understandably so, a place that once emulated comfort through neon lights now had an ever presence of darkness. The counter in front of you glowed after being wiped clean for the countless time this afternoon. The cycle of texting Midge and cleaning suddenly broke by the chime of the door and laughter of boisterous teens. Glancing up from your phone your eyes trailed to the rambunctious rebels sporting serpents on their backs. Hopefully, this encounter would be less dramatic than the last. You grabbed your notepad and headed toward the booth.

"I'm telling you guys the milkshakes are crazy good!"

"Ya know Topaz I'm not sure I trust any milkshake Jones introduced you to."

"Get over yourself Swe-"

"Hi, can I take your order?" You interrupted. Sitting before you was a petite girl sporting pink hair, and two uneasily familiar male faces. Your eyes widened as you examined the two boys sitting on the other side of the booth. The two serpents seemed to notice your saucer-sized eyes and realization seemingly struck them in the chest.

"Uh, guys?" The girl waved her hand in front of their frozen faces, "what's with the staring contest?"

"You're the northsider with the shit for brains brother," the statement came out more like a question from the taller serpent. You sucked in a breath and squeezed your pen tighter, the word, 'unfortunately,' escaped your lips during the exhale. "You know he ruined our drag race today-"

"Wait," the girl cut him off, the corners of her mouth curling up, "you're Archie's sister? Y/N right?" She finished as you turned to her. Your eyebrows furrowed. How would she know that? She seemed to be a mind reader when she continued, "Jughead mentioned you, I'm his friend Toni."

You had practically grown up with Jughead due to his friendship with Archie. He had grown to be one of your most trusted confidants especially during your party girl phase brought on by Reggie. You were forever grateful for Jughead's myriad of cover-ups, saving you weeks of being grounded to your room. You considered it retribution for the time he managed to spill an entire milkshake in your hair when he attempted a magician career during seventh grade. While the chocolate scent could have been worse, it quickly turned to spoiled milk even after the fourth washing. His affinity for being quick with words almost made up for that catastrophe.

"Good to know he hasn't forgotten about me, not like I've known him since he had that dorky headgear," you jested at the girl sitting to your right.

"No way really?" For the first time, you saw a smile creep onto the larger boy's face. He elbowed his friend in the excitement of the humiliation of young Jughead Jones. Deciding not to ruin whatever reputation Jughead was building for himself on the south side you simply shrugged letting your smile twist into a smirk.

"So what can I get for you guys?"

Minutes passed as you returned with their burgers and shakes. They politely thank you and returned to their conversation. For serpents, they weren't as intimidating as you suspected. They acted like regular teens, not thugs as many made them out to be. While they looked rougher around the edges in leather and ripped jeans, they were just goofy kids. Throughout the evening you stole glances at the wild crew, catching snippets of their amusing antics.

"Fangs if you blow one more straw wrapper in my hair I swear-"

"Chill out Toni-"

"Oh, I'll show you who needs to chill out-"

Needless to say that dispute ended with twenty wrappers covering Toni's side of the booth and a splatter of milkshake on his face. A chuckle slipped past your lips. You coughed in an attempt to cover up your eavesdropping, but the milkshake free boy wasn't fooled as he looked to your hunched form over the register. You avoided his gaze long enough for him to lose interest and turned back to his arguing friends. Once they had calmed, you decided it was a good time to ask if they were ready for the check. Closing was approaching quickly, and you weren't a fan of riding home alone in the dark.

"We can clean it up," Toni hurried. Your eyes scanned the disaster zone. Straw wrappers, ketchup drips, and milkshake splatters littered the once sparkling table. "Sorry," she smiled sheepishly then glared to the shorter boy who you assumed was Fangs.

"Don't worry about it," you shook your head returning the smile. After momentary consideration you sighed, "look I know my brother won't apologize for any trouble he's caused, I guess this is me saying sorry. I can clean it up its no problem. Afterall it is my job."

"I wouldn't say it's your job to clean up your brother's messes," the taller serpent responded crossing his arms.

"That's not what I meant," your smile faltered.

You rang the trio up at the front after bussing their table. After a hushed argument about who should pay or how easy they could divide the bill into thirds, they decided on the classic game of rock, paper, scissors. Fangs' rock lost to the other two's paper. Not before pining for a rematch he gave in, including a commendable tip. You tucked the money in the register and grabbed your washcloth and spray bottle, ready to charge the Mt. Everest of messes. Still wiping down the table you had noticed the group's failure to leave, they were staring back at you while whispering. Toni shrugged, Fangs tried to fist bump the giant next to him just to be met with a smack on the head from Toni.

"Do you need a ride?" the tallest ask asked.

"Excuse me?" All you could do was blink as you stopped cleaning. Had you heard him right? Was he talking to you? Of course, he was talking to you; he was staring right at you.

"That's your bike out there right?" He pointed out the door's glass window to the bright yellow metal of your bike. You nodded. "It's getting late, and Jones is a serpent now. He talked about you like family, we take care of our own,” he shrugged with his hands in his jacket pockets.

Your eyes involuntarily squinted at his generous offer. From squinting, they shifted between each serpent as if to decipher a secret code. From the sincere looks on the teen's faces, you decided they harbored no ill will. Your choices seemed slim, either bike home alone in the dark with the Black Hood lurking in the shadows or catch a ride from Jughead's mysterious serpent friend. Even if they looked genuine, you had to establish some form of protection in case of a disaster. You walked toward the group stopping in front of the boy who had asked you the question.

"Promise this isn't your master plan to murder me in Fox Forrest?" You held up your pinky to his chest. The boy's dark eyebrows nearly raised themselves off his forehead staring at your gesture. His eyes switched to look at his friends on either side.

"You're serious?" he asked incredulously, a laugh peaking through his inflection. Toni and Fangs had amused looks pointed towards their friend.

"Deadly," you answered unwaveringly back. He shook his head in defeat as his pinky hooked around yours. "I'll be out after I finish with your guys' table," you made your way back to the damp milkshake covered towel. An uncontrollable smile played upon your face. You had managed to get a Southside Serpent to agree to a pinky promise and lived to tell the tale; Midge wouldn't believe it.

After you finished cleaning and put away your supplies, you grabbed your jacket from under the front counter and headed out. The three teens were still there laughing about something Fangs had said. The poor boy had a bewildered look on his face asking what the big joke was. You grabbed your bike from the rack tucked by the front steps and wheeled it towards your temporary carpool buddy. He kindly tucked your bike in the back of his light green truck. You could tell it had been a fair amount of years since its last paint job. There were chips, scratches, a few dents here and there. You wouldn't have described it as run down, but well loved.

"Um, thanks for the ride," you broke the minutes of silence since you both sat down.

"Don't worry about it," he dismissed.

You took in your surroundings. It wasn't messy like you would expect a vehicle of a teenage boy to be. The knob on the out of date radio had been knocked off, and the seats squeaked if you moved an inch. They squeaked a lot as you fidgeted in your place not knowing whether to look out the window, at the inside of the car, or towards the boy next to you. You decided on the last option. His eyes were transfixed on the road you assumed he traveled down the night of the rumble. A few rings decorated his hands that were draped lazily on the steering wheel. He had soft features which contrasted with his jet black hair. At this moment he didn't ooze an ounce of intimidation even with a snake dancing across his neck. The snake which was the symbol of a gang. A gang that your closest childhood friend got himself wrapped into.

"You good princess?" He glanced at your prying eyes.

"Uh yeah," you started caught off guard, "how's Jughead?"

"A tool," he deadpanned. You smiled at his look of distaste for your "quirky" friend.

"Yeah, you know he probably thinks the thing about you," you let out a light laugh. "Jughead's a lot sometimes, but he means well."

"Sure he does princess," he responded. Your nose scrunched up at the nickname.

"I have a name you know," you insisted even going as far to point at the name tag on your uniform. Then you realized something. Toni had introduced herself, and you caught Fang's name from the straw wrapper war, but the name of who was sitting next to you was still a mystery. "Speaking of which you're giving me a ride home, and I still have no idea what your name is"

"Quite the scandal for you huh northsider?" He taunted with a smile. You rolled your eyes crossing your arms sinking deeper in the stiff seat. "It's Sweet Pea."

"You're serious?" A breath of air puffed out of your chest. He had to be messing with you. You watched his face contort with a mischievous glint.

"Deadly," he smirked, repeating your words from Pop's.

"Right, well this is me," you said as he pulled up past the Cooper's to your smaller house. After unbuckling, you hopped down to the pavement and grabbed the door to close it, looking up at Sweet Pea.

"Need help with your bike?" He asked. You nodded mumbling a quick 'thanks.' He pulled your bike out the back, passing you the handlebars. After a more formal thank you, you started your up the walkway locking your bike up at the side of the house in the bushes. Before walking up to the porch, you turned back to Sweet Pea who was leaning against the side of his truck.

"See you around, princess," he concluded, a look of victory strewn across his face. You shook your head at the hopeless nickname but smiled nonetheless.

"Night, Sweet Pea."

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perfectcreaturerarelyseen · 6 years ago

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To Fall for the Fae | 01 (M)

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne/Unknown Female

Genre: Fanstasy, Modern, Romance, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Words: Chapter 1: 1,774

Summary: Andrew Hozier-Byrne unknowingly searches for the woman that pulled him from the bog 3,000 years ago. Unknown to either of them that in this modern world their souls are still intertwined from the life they shared long ago. She is unavailable, he’s not giving up. Will the woman that inspires his music be wooed by his songs or will he lose his chance? That’s Wasteland, Baby!

Note: A/N: This is a story requested by my best friend to be written about her favorite musician. I have been inspiried by his songs and specific lines. Any reference to his music is use in the name of inspiration and creating art. I do not own any of his music. Any reference to Hozier in this story is fictional and used by the author in the name of crafting art. I want to thank all who read it. I have fallen in love with this story and would love to hear from you. It will be written in installments. The finished story should be well over 50,000 words. Enjoy.

To Fall for the Fae

The death had not been simple. It had not been easy. It had not been painless.

He spent his last days wrapped in sweat soaked clothes. Flushed with a fever slowly ravishing his tall lithe body like a tree dying from rot. They could do nothing more than wait for the merciful inevitable end.

It was not a quiet death. He ranted, he raved, he howled like a feral wounded beast. Then there were times when he sang. He sang the sad sweet music he used to before the draw of sin consumed him. Back when his nimble fingers would pick out slow sensual chords that matched his words that could be harsh one moment then kind the next. He would spend his days serenading the empty air. The trees his only audience, his only love.

He cried out a name, begging for her. A woman. They had never heard him speak this name before. It left them no idea where to begin to search for her. Still in his delirium he begged for her. Offering his soul for the very chance to feel her cool hand brushing his wet hair limp with sweat from his brow.

His death had not been simple. His funeral had.

A pine box. A trip deep into the bog. The wet mud sucking at their shoes. Trying desperately to drag them down along with him. It was Andrew alone destined to become one with the place he had loved most. He was the only one that wet ground would accept. It longed for him.

They laid him down softly in the cold dark earth as the bog took no time to swallow him whole.

They were still left with the ringing of that name in their ears as they trudged away from his final resting place. Perhaps now in death his soul would find a way to crawl back to her.

They could hear her name even now. It ate away at their souls. The plants whispered his forgotten love’s name.

He died alone but not lonely.

Such is the fate of the fae.

Yet as they headed back home to the warmth of their houses they could her his lyrical voice calling one last time.

One word only.

That damnable name.

He whispered it.

“Madison”

OoOo

He rolled off her neither tired nor satisfied. She moaned. Her eyes still rolling into the back of her head as the le petit mort consumed her.

She had taken him to church of that there was no doubt. Still with the sedating buzz of the deathless death he felt hollow inside.

Dissatisfied.

She was a lovely girl. A classic beauty like a heroine from an old black and white flick.

She was everything a man could love.

However, he liked them wild. Untamed, With a soul like a bird that could never be caged.

He could see her then in his mind. Eyes like emerald pools. Reminding him of the rolling hills of Ireland. Of a life clinging to his mind even though he had been far from it for too long.

Her hair was long. Falling to below her waist in dark locks. The strands would be baby fine so he could run his fingers through them for days.

Her nails...her nails he could almost feel grazing his scalp as she’d try fruitlessly to finger comb the tangles from his hair.

Dark brown most times his hair with a trick of the light would turn to a shade like copper fire in the sun.

He could never see her full on. Just a profile. Her individual features. Then she would turn from him and walk out of his mind.

Her name would be on his lips. Whispered under his breath like a prayer to a deity that he didn’t believe in.

“Madison”

He saw her like this only after that sweet release. Perhaps that was why he tried desperately to find her in the women he bedded. He did it rarely. Never cheap. Never fake. For those moments he loved them. The weight of them in the arms he never used to hold her.

He was not loose nor did he consider these women to be either. There was romance always. Seduction. A fondness that could be mistaken for love. Instead he always felt restless. They weren’t her. They never were.

“Is everything alright?” She asks. He looked at her then through the flame of his lighter as the tip of his cigarette began to glow red.

For a moment this beautiful lass, her eyes dancing in the flames, could be her. Just for a moment.

Madisonhis subconscious mind whispered. 

I wouldn’t know where to start. his conscious mind thought.

“Yes baby, of course.” He leaned over then and kissed her on the light flesh of her shoulder that peeked out from beneath the crisp white hotel sheets.

He pushed her from his mind and that was that.

OoOo

His fingers picked out the notes bit by bit.

It was 5 am and the city below him glowed on like a town on fire. Everyone was asleep but still those lights burned out the very glow of the stars above. Artificial blocked out the natural beauty. That’s the way of humans though wasn’t it?

The way of love too. You could fuck and mask it as making love all you wanted. Still she had groaned out “Baby...baby...baby” the whole time. As if she couldn’t even remember his name. It would have only been worse if she’d screamed “Hozier!” at that final peak of orgasm.

He’d convinced himself it was real, yet here he was bitter and unhappy on the roof of the hotel, guitar in hand, trying to get two women out of his mind. One a fantasy that would haunt him until the grave. The other asleep in his temporary bed, in this temporary home, in a city that would one day be swallowed back up by the earth. Then only then would nature have won over the fake. Perhaps if he was swallowed by the earth once again he would be free too. Free of her.

He always felt this way after. Always. It felt so good. That romance that seduction beforehand. Hands grazing each other across the table. Crooked smiles exchanged. Words, oh how the words wooed him.

Then the way they would kiss the skin that groaned from him. Play his body as expertly as he played the guitar. It felt good. It felt real.

After though he was bitter. Restless, dissatisfied, angry with himself.

Another girl. Another broken heart. Another attempt to get her out of his head. He could hardly stand it some times.

He allowed for just a moment his mind to drift to her and the words came easy. They always flowed from him like a language of babble spoken in tongues when he thought of her.

His fingers moved over the strings and he parted his lips letting the words slip from his mouth softly.

“Wasteland Baby...I’m in love...I’m in love with you...”

OoOo

“Love with every stranger, the stranger the better eh?” One of the roadies joked as Andrew descended the front steps of the hotel alone. Oh to be alone with you his thinking mind thought as his subconscious mind called her name.

Always, always searching for her. Never satisfied by the absence of her. It called out to her as if it could simply call her to him. It had been calling to her for 29 years and had yet to deliver.

He tried to not think about her by choice. Still the part of his subconscious that he had utterly no control of constantly called to her. Nonstop. Every moment. Every day.

Until he felt like his sanity was leaving him. The only time he felt sane was when he wrote his music. It was actually her music.

She was the muse that sent him the words. No true artist can create without a little tragedy. A little torture. A lot of torment.

“I know her middle name. Mother’s maiden name. Every school she went to plus the list of every pet she’s had over her lifetime. She was hardly a stranger.” Though now she feels like one he thought of their parting.

The throwing of things. The shattered lamp he’d have to pay for. He didn’t care about the cost. He simply felt if a lamp was going to be broken in one of his hotel rooms he'd rather it be in the middle of passion.

Slamming her back against the wall until the plaster cracked and rained down on them. Her foot as he slid inside twisting out in a spasm of pleasure knocking the cheap light fixture to the ground where it would shatter. A wave of moans creating a symphony soundtrack to the ripples of pure ecstasy flowing through them.

If he was with her that’s what it would be like.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to imply...” Andrew clasped the roadie on the back and offered him a wane smile.

“Don’t worry about it.” He was trying to prove more to himself than anyone else that it hadn’t been a meaningless pursuit to clear his head once again.

He ran a hand down his face and sighed.

“I think I could use a strong drink.” Andrew smiled at the thought of the cool liquid burning a hot path down his throat. He ran a finger through his tangled hair and looked quizzically at the guy.

“I know a bar a few blocks away. I don’t think anyone would recognize you there. Decent whiskey.” The guy shrugged apologetically at the last part.

“Tonight I’ll take decent over nothing.” They exchanged a knowing smile that imparted that silent unintelligible “guy” language that women would forever cease to understand.

He shrugged himself deeper into his denim jacket as they left the scene of that hotel with the room forever damned by the smell of sex with another woman that he was never meant to be with.

OoOo

A man like a tall tree stalked a path down the cool night streets of a city he only vaguely knew. His feet dragged. He was dead tired not from sleeplessness. No he dreamed of her every night. That alone lulled him happily to sleep. Instead it was the weariness of the day. The pain of facing the world alone in sea of adoring faces.

To be alone was the fate of the Fae. That is...until their path crosses with another of the winglessly winged figures...

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gimmesumsuga · 7 years ago

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Sweeter than Sweet (2)

Pairing: Jimin x reader + others as the story progresses

Warnings: Blood drinking and mild descriptions of violence and gore.

Word count: 2K

*Chapter edited as of 17/08/20*

Previous / Next

Jimin’s hand is slightly cold to the touch. It strikes you as a little odd considering the club is so swelteringly warm, but that thought only lingers in your mind for but a second at most; far more concerned with the way you’re letting yourself be so easily led astray by a complete and utter stranger.

He may be beautiful, sure, but he’s still an unknown.

“Where are we going?” you call over the music, following close behind as he fluidly twists and turns through the crowd without hesitation. As you reach the periphery of the building, Jimin suddenly pulls you forward to his side, releasing your hand to tightly wrap an arm around your waist instead, holding you close. He grins as you gasp at the sudden contact, even more so as you coyly look at your feet.

His hand caresses your waist as he leads you through a pair of heavy fire doors that lead out onto a dimly lit courtyard at the back of the club. Several small groups of people huddle together around heat lamps, chasing nicotine fixes while talking and laughing amongst thick clouds of smoke.

“Somewhere a little quieter. Just you and me.”

Alone? The two of you? Together?

Just the thought of it makes your heart race - your stomach flip-flopping with nerves - and when Jimin notices your rabbit-in-headlights expression, he gives you a sideways glance, chuckling as his hand squeezes reassuringly at your side.

“I just want to talk somewhere we can actually hear one another,” he assures you smoothly, his eyes twinkling, “Tell me about yourself. Everything there is to know.”

“That won’t take long,” you scoff, relieved that your voice seems to be the only thing about you that doesn’t appear to be shaking. Yet, anyway. “There’s really not that much to tell."

Jimin leads you across the courtyard, leaving the orange glow of the lamps behind as you descend a small set of stairs; its broken stones still wet from the rain that’d fallen earlier in the day. The building backs onto a canal; a half-hidden reflection of the moon shimmering on its surface. No stars, though. You’ve always thought it was a shame that the light pollution often hides them from view.

“There has to be something,” Jimin persists, “Something that gets your blood pumping.” Right now the only ‘something’ you can think of is him, but you’re not about to go saying that. It’s so unusual for anyone to ever be interested in what you have to say that you’re at a loss for where to start, mind racing to come up with something - anything - interesting to say. Jimin escorts you along the canal side 'til you come to a secluded spot with a bench just big enough for two. It’s darker here, but your eyes soon adjust, and Jimin’s appearance is just as stunning in the evening light as it was inside.

“Cosy,” you comment as he guides you down onto the bench to sit beside him, so close that the side of his thigh presses against yours.

The way Jimin is staring is becoming impossible not to notice, even for someone as habitually unobservant as you. His eyes, when not fixed on yours, constantly roam your form. As you begin to ramble about your literary heroes and favourite authors, he keeps moistening his lips as if nervous, or perhaps impatient for something. His ardent attention has you both anxious and excited in equal measure, and holding your breath steady is becoming increasingly difficult with each minute that goes by.

As you speak, you slowly realise what a vulnerable position you've put yourself in. Almost eerie in his silence, Jimin sits completely still save the roving of his eyes and the gentle trailing of his fingertips back and forth along your exposed shoulder. While some might feel flattered by such rapt attention, it’s beginning to feel a little unnerving.

You swallow hard as you come to the end of your sentence, glancing back towards the courtyard from whence you came.

“I should’ve let my friend know where I was going…” you murmur, thinking out loud. “She’ll be worrying.”

“I’m sure she’ll understand.” Jimin’s tone isn’t very reassuring. He sounds a little dismissive if anything, and that nagging feeling in your gut that something’s not quite right is becoming too strong for you to ignore it any longer.

“It’s getting cold out…” That’s a lie - the evening is really quite mild - but the little hairs rising along your arms would make anyone think otherwise. “Maybe we should-“ Jimin cuts you off, turning sideways in his seat and pulling one bent leg up onto the bench so he’s able to face you directly.

“I’m sure we can find a way to warm up,” he suggests with a smirk, and despite all instincts telling you that this is wrong - that this is going to end badly for you - your stomach somersaults at the mere hint of something more. “You’re pretty in the moonlight.” Jimin’s voice seems to have dropped an octave, huskier and hungrier than before, and his compliment has you chewing on your bottom lip with nerves, unsure of where to look.

“Maybe I should think about going nocturnal, then,” you joke lamely, relieved that Jimin has the good graces to exhale a short, breathy chuckle.

“Come here,” he beckons a beat later, offering you a ringed hand.

Unthinkingly, you obey, allowing him to pull you onto his lap with surprising ease, your legs dangling across his so that your arms have no choice but to encircle his shoulders to keep yourself steady. His soft features are so pretty up close - his skin so smooth that you’re unable to make out even a single pore - and as he shakes his fringe out of his eyes the dainty, cross-shaped earrings that hang his ears catch what little light there is, glinting amidst the darkness embracing you.

Jimin pushes your hair back, exposing your flesh, and your breath catches in your throat as he reaches up to cup your face in his hands. With a sweet smile, he draws you close enough to kiss, starting slow and he waits, this time, for you to kiss him back. His thumbs patiently caress your cheeks ‘till you find the presence of mind to return his affections - the sweet gentleness with which he’s been treating you disappearing the very moment that you do. Jimin’s kisses turn hard - fervent - and as you gasp against him, Jimin winds his hand around the back of your neck to use it as an anchor to pull you closer, further into him.

“Let me taste,” he growls against your mouth, using the gasp that parts your lips as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside. Jimin kisses you like he’s starved of it - deep and rough - and before you know it you’re groaning into him; clutching onto the front of his silken shirt as though he might slip away if you don’t.

You’ve never been kissed like this before, and it’s awakened something inside that you never knew existed. Your insides burn like fire, desire pumping hot through your veins, and any caution that you had is long since forgotten now you’re in Jimin’s arms. When he starts to kiss his way across your cheek and along your jaw you’re left panting through kiss-bruised lips, staring up at the dark, starless sky with wide, startled eyes. You whimper as he brushes his lips against your neck, lavishing the sensitive flesh with kisses before nuzzling his face against the curve of your throat. He inhales, hard - breathing you in.

“Jimin,” you sigh wistfully, so overcome by desire that it feels as though you’re drunk. Your hands find their way into his hair - so soft and fine - and you run your fingers through it as he trails lingering kisses down your throat until he reaches the tops of your breasts, his eyelashes fluttering against their curves. Jimin’s hands find your hips, gripping you firmly through your dress to shift you further back onto his lap, and the feel of his arousal is unmistakable as it presses against you. He tilts his hips, grinding it into you, and shamelessly, you push back, keening at the sensation.

“It’s been so long since I gave in… but you smell so good,” Jimin groans against your throat as he rocks you on his lap, fingertips digging into your flesh. You can feel your underwear becoming damp with arousal, the constant friction making you ache so badly that you’re sure you’ll slowly lose your mind if this carries on. “And you taste so sweet... I don’t think I can resist any longer.”

“Jimin, please,” you beg, though you’re unsure as to what it is you’re even asking for. At the sound of your voice, Jimin looks up at you from under his lashes; his pupils so far dilated that his eyes look pitch black. He starts to ravage your neck anew when you whisper your plea again, and he holds eye contact so intensely as he does it that it feels as though incapable of looking away; panting to catch your breath until it's too much and your head tips back, mouth falling open.

Your eyes close with pleasure as his palm cups your breast, fondling you through your clothes when suddenly, a sharp prick of pain comes from the spot where Jimin’s mouth meets your skin.

Did he just bite you?

Perhaps he thinks you’ll like it. Some people are into mixing pleasure with pain, right? Maybe Jimin is one of them.

You open your eyes with a soft laugh, about to tease him for it when suddenly that pain returns. It’s not a prick this time, though. It’s a gouge; like two searing hot needles have sliced through your flesh, and the pain is so intense you can’t even cry out this time around. You immediately start to struggle - tugging and pulling at Jimin's hair - but no matter how hard you try, you can't get him off. He’s sucking at your neck so hard that his cheeks are hollowing, and it’s with absolute horror that you realise amongst your panic that you can hear Jimin swallowing between his sinful groans of pleasure.

As you try to fight back, your heart pounds furiously in your chest; terror robbing you of the ability to breathe, and Jimin - slender, petite Jimin - is so terribly, freakishly strong. You struggle against him, but his grip is as unyielding as steel; hard and just as cold.

"Please…"

Abruptly he pulls away from you, and what you see is like a scene pulled straight out of a horror movie. Jimin’s thick, beautiful lips are coated in blood. Your blood. Dribbling down his chin, smeared around his mouth, and when he starts to laugh his teeth - his fangs - are covered in it too; mouth full of it.

“You’re even sweeter than I thought,” he laughs, delirious; too drunk on the taste of you to be affected by the sight of the tears rolling down your cheeks. He lowers his head feed from you again, and this time you manage a short, panic-stricken scream – cut short when one of Jimin’s hands firmly covers your mouth. “I wanted to take my time with you." Jimin sighs in frustration, cocking his head to the side. “But now you’ve gone ahead and spoiled it.”

He sinks his teeth into you, and though you hadn't thought it possible, Jimin's drinking even faster now; dragging the blood out of your veins. Your heart that had been racing so fast begins to slow, your will to fight drained much like your blood 'til your body goes limp in Jimin’s arms. Your vision fades to black and white, fuzzy all around the edges, and it doesn’t even hurt anymore, really, not now it feels like you’re sinking; your body no longer entirely your own. Somewhere far off in the distance, you hear people shouting as your consciousness fades.

Is this what dying feels like, you wonder? At least for once in your life, you’ve got to experience what it feels like to really be alive, even if it’s all about to end. There must be worse ways to go than cradled in Jimin’s arms; a man so beautiful you can’t help but feel glad that his face will be the last you’ll ever see.

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fryegriffith20-blog · 6 years ago

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lena-went · 7 years ago

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La Beatitudine di Tre

THE BLISS OF THREE

F: When she graduated law school she was adamant that we should not celebrate until she passed the bar. It took everything in me to not shower her with gifts and adulations but I managed to stave off my desire to praise her. I was so immensely proud of her. She took the New York bar a few weeks ago and would be getting the results today. She had intended to practice in New York City at a major law firm but the more we talked about it the more she wavered. She had begun using phrases that implied she didn’t want to move to the city. This evening I had confronted her about it, insisting that she pursue what she had set out to accomplish. She fought me on it and the conversation took an angry turn in which we both ended up raising our voices. I in insistence and her in frustration.

Suddenly she began to cry and I regretted saying anything. Her tears were the last thing I wanted. She had been crying a lot lately, at the drop of a hat. The pregnancy hormones hit her especially hard towards the end of the first trimester and now in the middle of her second. Her belly had grown substantially in the last few weeks and she could no longer hide her condition. As she sat on the floor of our living room and cried my heart stung in regret.

“I am sorry my love, I just…I know how hard you have worked, I want nothing more than for you to be happy.”

“I am happy Freddy, I’ll tell you if I’m not…trust me. I just need to breathe for a minute, the pregnancy, the idea of moving our family to New York City, everything with Hannibal…it’s all been so much. Not to mention our wedding, if we ever have the time.” Her crying softened and she giggled through a sniffle at the end of her sentence.

I knelt down beside her, pulling her into an embrace in which I kissed the shell of her ear before running my thumbs over her cheekbones while cradling her tearstained face.

“I understand, but…I want you to know, I am…so incredibly proud of you. You are so impossibly clever and kind, you deserve whatever you want…and I never want to be in the way of that. I know you love me, in fact it is because I know you love me that I worry. I know you would do anything for me. If you do not want to move I understand, I will support and stand by you for whatever decisions you make. Where you go, I go.” I spoke with certainty and confidence.

She nodded and kissed me softly before pulling me down to lie next to her on the floor. I put my head in the crook of her neck and nipped affectionately on the skin there. Her fingers moved languidly through my hair as she breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling in a mesmerizing pattern. I placed a hand on her lower stomach and smiled happily before letting my eyes fall closed. After a few moments I gave her a slight poke at which she groaned and giggled.

“Hmm?” She asked kissing the top of my head.

“Did you want to watch that documentary, the one about…the birth stage?” I stumbled over my words awkwardly, not certain how to describe the informational film.

“Well it is inevitable I suppose, little bean can’t live in here forever. Was it on Netflix?” That was as good as yes. I nodded and helped her up before retrieving my laptop from the bedroom.

I was scolded for this, one of her new rules was no laptops or phones in the bedroom. She had read some article in which the author petitioned that blue light damages the sleep of mother-to-be’s. I had rolled my eyes and scoffed which had rightfully earned me a soft pinch. While she was at work I would type from bed simply out of my desire for comfort, her desk chair made me long for my luxurious leather one at BSHCI. I had found that I missed working more than I ever imagined I would. Some days I would fall into a melancholy mood and would only find solace in her arms when she came home. I had taken a break from writing my book after the frightening events a few weeks ago and had dedicated myself to pregnancy and infant development research. I learned rapidly while making detailed, lengthy notes on a few of her legal pads. I had been doing so when she came home from work, which was about the time I had decided to confront her.

Now I was scrambling to find the documentary flicking past title after title of films I had already viewed.

“Oh my god Freddy, how many pregnancy documentaries have you watched?”

The entire Netflix homepage was decorated with titles related to pregnancy and child birth.

“A few. What? I am learning.” I drew out a few syllables on the final word hoping to distract her from her discovery.

“And this makes you happy? Watching pregnancy documentaries and…Merlin?”

I felt a heavy blush rise to my face before I cleared my throat and frantically scrolled through my list.

“It is a show based on Arthurian legend and creatures of Britannic mythology as well as…” I trailed off when I saw the soft smirk on her face.

“Magic. It has magic doesn’t it Freddy.”

“Yes.” I mumbled under my breath as a smile made it’s way to my lips.

I had told her long ago that my most passionate childhood ambition was to become a magician. Well namely a wizard. My father had attempted to beat that dream out of me. I had nearly given it up when my grandmother gave me a present while I was staying with her for a weekend. It was a dark blue cape with sparkling silver stars sewed into the fabric. I could not contain my glee. I remembered this day vividly, especially how my grandmother’s face lit up in a grin before she begged me to preform for her. I pulled out every trick I knew, screwing up the majority of them yet she insisted she was amazed at each one. She would gasp and clap while praising me and calling me Frederick the Fantastic. I had puffed my chest and spun around in my new cape before feigning my disappearance. So yes. I had and have a weakness for magic.

“Here it is, are you ready?” I asked clicking on and then pausing the documentary as I waited for her answer.

“Will you grab the big blanket? I’m a bit cold.” She requested reaching fruitlessly for the basket of blankets across the room.

I nodded and chuckled before retrieving the desired blanket and draping it over us as I placed the laptop half on her leg and half on mine. As the narrators voice started she nestled into me and I could feel the warmth of her breath on my collarbone. The couch wasn’t meant for two people to lie side by side but I had no issue with the intimacy it caused.

She winced a few times during the graphic birth scenes of the documentary and I followed suit, once even uttering a ‘yikes’. Her hand found mine and gripped it tightly as one of her thumbs rubbed over my knuckles. The film finished with a shot of the mother holding her newborn baby and her grip loosened before she leaned her head into my neck. I noticed something wet fall onto my skin and I turned carefully to see she was crying, yet was smiling. I kissed the side of her forehead with a little smack and she giggled before wrapping an arm around my front and squeezing my middle.

“We’re going to have a little baby Freddy, our own little baby.” She sang sweetly her words making my heart burn with joy.

“Yes we are my love, yes we are.”

As we laughed and snuggled into each others embrace her phone alarm went off with an obnoxious series of dings. She jumped up and I fell to the floor in what seemed like slow motion.

“Sorry baby, sorry!” She spoke apologetically as she rushed to her phone and turned off the alarm.

She had set her alarm earlier today for the precise moment the bar pass/fail announcements came out. I watched as she scrolled and tapped at her phone, logging into the website where the scores would be posted. My eyes carefully observed her every movement hoping to read the results from her reaction. Her eyes widened and met mine. Thus ensued the most confusing moment of my life. She started to cry, her hands flew to her face to muffle the squeals she was in the process of delivering to the air around us. She began to bounce and jump all while crying. I had never been so disoriented in all my life. She spun around in circles before letting out a massive sob. I reached for her hesitantly and she fell into my arms with a loud giggle. I tried to embrace her but she grasped my cheeks with both hands and laughed at the confounded expression I’m sure was painted on my face.

“I passed baby! I passed!” She spoke through her tears.

I breathed a sigh of relief and kissed her quickly before she could spin away from me once more.

“I knew you would my love, I knew it.” I spoke a large grin pulling at all the muscles left in my face.

She pressed a palm to her chest and breathed deeply before hugging me tightly. I held her in this embrace before dropping to my knees in front of her.

“Little love did you hear that, your Mommy is a lawyer. And Daddy is so proud of her, so so proud.” I pressed little kisses near her belly button and nuzzled my nose into the fabric covering her skin.

That’s when we both gasped. A small flutter pressed against her skin and her eyes widened as I looked up at her. We both held completely still for what seemed like an eternity but then it happened again.

“Oh my god Freddy, the baby just kicked.” She choked out as she pressed a hand to her mouth.

“Hello little love…” I began but another stronger kick pressed against her skin.

“It’s your voice baby, our baby loves your voice.” She giggled softly and wove a hand through my hair.

I let out a happy sob, my face wavering between expressing my disbelief and my joy. I pressed my nose and lips to her stomach and choked out a few chuckles before standing to kiss her with all the passion I felt. Her arms wrapped around me and we stood there enveloped in each other and our unescapable bliss.

*sings* LITERAL FLUFF

Welcome back to the fluffy stuff, I am in such a fluffy mood so I’m trying to enjoy it while it lasts.

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thedarkenedkeeper · 8 years ago

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Glitched: Part 2 - Save Him

Author's Note: Going to say exactly what I said on my last post - this entire fanfiction is going to be quite dark. This chapter in particular is dark and does contain a bit of a disturbing part near the ending. This is an angst-filled horror story. So if you're looking to have a happy fun time, this is not for you. There WILL be feels. You have been warned.....Enjoy!

Also, listen to this playlist while reading :)

Was he alive? Was he truly actually alive?

His heart was beating at a slow, stuttering pace; the rush of stale blood deafening to his ears. Raspy labored breathing – inhaling and exhaling, struggling to get the air he so desperately needed.

Yes, he was alive. Just barely.

He was growing weak, he knew this. It seemed the longer he remained here in this prison, the more drained and dead he felt. He didn’t know what it was that was causing this. Was this all a result of that wretched demon trying to take control of him? One thing he was certain of: if he didn’t get out of here soon, he would die, whether it by Anti’s own hands or by suffocation of this hell.

The Irishman struggled to his feet, letting out a shaken breath of frustration as he leaned against the nearest wall. With a trembling bony hand, he reached for the chains attached to the wall and coiled his limp fingers around them. Letting a shallow sigh slip through his lips, he took a step back and tugged as hard as he could, conjuring all the strength he had left. He had tried countless times to break these chains, but time and time again, to no avail. All it gave him were deep cuts and agonizing blisters. He was shedding his own blood in exchange for nothing. He yanked on the chains viciously, teeth clenched and hissing in pain at feeling the metal dig sharply into his skin. He didn’t care; he needed to get out of here. He needed to stop Anti and return to the community.

The community…

There was a beat. An excruciating one that may as well have felt like a stab wound to the chest. That glitch’s haunting words were clawing into his brain, taunting him and speaking insidious truths. Jack froze, his grip tightening around the chains to the point of breaking the skin. Anti couldn’t be right, he just couldn’t be. He had to have been lying – he had to be saying all of those horrid things just to bring him down to his knees.

But what if…what if they weren’t lies? What if it was true? Did the community no longer love him? Had they given up on him, abandoned him? Had they created Anti just to get rid of him? Was he only a lab rat to them in all of this, just to test what their creation was capable of?

Feeling tears prickle at his eyes, Jack shut them tight as a petite whimper of hurt slipped through the darkness. Having no energy left, he released the chains from his bloodied fingers and pressed his forehead against the brick wall, shaking all over as he struggled to hold back the tears that longed to fall. He didn’t want to believe what that demon had said, but his words…he couldn’t get them out of his head. They were like an echo in his mind, playing over and over again like a broken record that he couldn’t fully break. What if….What if…

He inhaled sharply and coughed violently, keeling over and dry heaving into his hand. He swore the air was becoming polluted somehow, tainted with sin, evil, and blood. Breathing it all in only made him choke every few minutes, and when he pulled his hand back, he was horrified to see a few spots of blood in his palm.

“N-No…”

Unexpectedly, from off in the distance, someone came bursting through a door, a beam of light slicing through the eternal darkness before the door slammed shut. Jack jerked his head in that direction to very faintly make out a slim masculine figure heading towards his cell. Anti.

“Still sobbing over your loyal fanbase, Jackaboy? How pathetic.”

Jack shot him a glare before returning to what he had been doing originally, pulling on the chains weakly. He barely had any energy remaining and his vision was beginning to swim, and what with how stale the air was, he felt like he’d vomit at any moment. His ears perked at hearing the demon behind him give a faint chuckle at seeing his poor attempt.

“Give it a rest already why don’t you. You’re never going to get out of those chains, so you may as well sit back and relax while you can. After all,” A smirk tugged at his lips, “you don’t have much time left.”

At hearing those words, the Irishman stopped what he was doing and turned to face his alter ego, legs staggering as he took a few slow steps forward.

“What do you want, Anti?” He questioned, his voice as dry and scratchy as sandpaper. He coughed harshly, eyeing him weakly. “You’ve already tortured me enough. What else could you possibly want from me?”

Anti merely responded with a devilish smirk. “I just thought I’d come by and let you know how your lovely community is doing, given the circumstances.” He leaned forward against the bars. “They’re right in the palm of my hand, Jackie. I have them right where I want them and they are all so…willing.” He chuckled in amusement. “Such obedient puppets.”

“Shut up…Stop talking about them like that.” Jack shook his head. “You’re wrong about them…You don’t know them like I do…They’ll…” His sentence got cut off by a harsh cough. “Th-They’ll find a way to get me back. They…will find a way to outsmart you.” He lifted his eyes to focus on the demon.

Just as he expected, his words had little effect on the creature. Anti smiled from ear to ear as a sharp laugh came bursting through his lips.

“Oh Jackie, Jackie, Jackie, what a misguided fool you are. Have you already forgotten our last talk?” He leaned in further and shook his head. “They’re not on your side – haven’t been for a long time now, actually. They’ve been playing you for some time, getting you to believe they cared. And look at where you are now.” He grinned, pulling away from the bars. “A sacrifice to their greatest creation, ready to be slaughtered. Oh if only you could see just how anxious they all are to see me once again. They cannot wait to see me show my true power!” A chilling giggle rang through the room, sending a shiver up Jack’s spine.

Jack couldn’t reply, it was getting to be too difficult to breathe in here. He stumbled forward and grasped the bars, leaning against them as he breathed in shallow breaths. Anti chuckled.

“What’s wrong? Has the hero lost his will to speak?” He giggled out of amusement, enjoying seeing his host so weak and fragile.

Until he suddenly stopped. Something was wrong, he could sense it. Something was going on with the community.

“What the - ?” Immediately, the demon whirled around and with a snap of his fingers, a patch of darkness glitched out to reveal a series of posts on the internet. He instantly began scrolling through them all in a flurry, one by one, getting increasingly more put off by what he was seeing. “What the fuck is this?!” The glitchy demon snapped, his head jerking and twitching violently as he tried to keep his anger at bay.

Straining to keep his head up, let alone focus, the YouTuber lifted his head to see what the demon was going on about. He fixed his eyes onto the screen and to his astonishment, he saw what was agitating the glitch. Post after post had the following hashtag slapped onto them: #septicsave. His eyes widened as much as they possibly could. The community – they were trying to fight back. They were actually trying to get Jack back. He had been right, they did care. They hadn’t given up on him. A small weak smile played at this lips as he saw Anti rush through the posts.

“Looks like…you were wrong.” He scoffed before a violent cough could leave him. “Th-They still do care about me…And…And they will fight for me. The Jacksepticeye community is…is one big family…and family…sticks together.” He glared at Anti, almost a look of challenge. “You-You take away Jack…and they will m-make sure you burn in Hell, you fucker.” He spat.

There was a deafening silence, all safe for a faint growl that could be heard coming from the demon, who was now standing perfectly still in front of the screen. Far too still, actually. Slowly but surely, that growl morphed into a chuckle, and that chuckle contorted into a wicked laugh. Jack’s eyebrows narrowed out of uneasy puzzlement, not understanding what could possibly be amusing the demon. And then he heard it.

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe this just made matters worse for you?”

Another painful beat. The way he had said that sounded far too unnerving for words. Those words had slithered out through his bared teeth in one of the most sinister voices the Irishman had ever heard, and quite frankly, it made any hope he had started to feel dissipate almost instantly. He swallowed the lump in his throat and struggled to speak.

“Wh-What do you mean by that?”

His eyes didn’t leave his evil self as he watched him slowly turn to face him, noticing the eerie toothy grin on his dead-white face. Anti’s neck twitched violently, a loud crack emitting from it that caused Jack to take a hesitant step back. Something was off, something was very wrong.

“You think they’re trying to save you? You think they’re banding together to get you back?” Anti couldn’t contain the laughter he was holding back. “Can you not see what they are doing, Jackaboy?” With no warning, one moment he was standing in front of the screen, and the next he was right in front of the cage, startling Jack and making him stumble backward and nearly trip over his chains. “It’s all one big test for me. Those clever fans of yours’, they’re all testing their creation.” He gave a gleeful laugh. “And you all say I’M the demented one. HA!”

The green-haired Irishman only became more confused, still not understanding what the demon was getting at. But given the way he was suddenly acting, he knew it wasn’t at all good. Because if there was anything he learned about Anti, whenever he was happy, it was never about something good.

“A test? Wha-…What do you mean ‘test’?” He asked, fear very evident in his voice and Anti, unfortunately, picked up on it instantly.

The demon grinned at the question. “Oh…You may not want to know. I mean, you said it yourself. They care about you so much.” He said mockingly.

“What…What do you mean, damn it?!” He tried to sound menacing, but it only resulted in his hoarse voice cracking and another cough to erupt from his lungs.

“They’re taunting me, Jackie. They know if they try to put the attention onto you, then I will become jealous and try to get them back.” He jerked forward, pressing his forehead to the bars of the cell. “They’re deliberately trying to upset me so I can go and remove the one in the way of it all,” His grin stretched terrifyingly wide, “you.”

The Irishman felt a sharp pang in his chest at hearing this, and almost instantly, the voices that had been taunting him earlier came back to haunt him. He cringed and shook his head in disbelief, not wanting to believe it.

“Why…Why would they want to do that?”

“Isn’t it already obvious enough? I already told you, they want to see what I’m capable of. I’m their creation after all – they made me the way I am! They can’t stand the wait any longer, so what better way to get my attention and speed up the process than piss me off?!” He clicked his tongue. “I have to hand it to them, they really know how to test a demon.” He chuckled. “And deceive their friend as well.”

“Stop it!…Just…Just stop it.” Jack snapped, sounding defeated. He’d had enough of this glitch speaking about his fanbase like this, like they were the enemy.

“Now why would I want to do that?”

“They care….I know…I know them. They care about me and just…just you watch.” He scowled at his darker half, seething through his teeth. “They will end you for good.”

At hearing this, the demon lost control and broke down in a fit of laughter. His pitch black eyes fell onto his prisoner as that same toothy smile stretched across his face.

“Oh Jack…I almost feel sorry for you. Trying so hard to grasp onto straws that aren’t there. How pathetic.” He pressed his face through the bars, not blinking once. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned…” A dark chuckle came from deep in his slashed throat. “I’ve sinned an awful lot…Like how I managed to get into your fans’ heads…Each and every one. All of them – infected.” He stated ever so slowly, punctuating each word venomously. “What, did you not believe me the first time when I told you that they would always come back to me?” He giggled with delight. “I told you they’re in the palm of my hand, Jack, and I meant it. No matter what they say or do, they will always find themselves thinking about me. There’s nowhere to run or hide, no way to deny it. I know they’re all thinking of me, wondering when I’ll actually show my face. Sure, some of them may actually care about you, Heaven knows why…but deep down,” His signature jack o’ lantern grin reappeared. “they only want their devious creation to return to the surface.”

Suddenly feeling a surge of energy fueled by anger, Jack launched himself at the bars, glaring daggers at the abomination.

“You fucking monster! You’ll pay for this, you’ll - !”

With no warning, a hand shot out through the bars and latched onto his jaw, violently pulling him forward into the bars. He winced and weakly struggled to get out of the demon’s grip, only to stop when he noticed the absolutely terrifying look in Anti’s eyes. He could feel his blood run cold in seconds flat, and he halted at his attempts of getting free.

“StOp fUcKiNG CaLLiNg mE ThAt!” The manifestation screeched, his entire being glitching out and struggling to remain somewhat stable. “HoW mANy fUCkiNg tiMeS dO I hAvE tO tEll YoU, I Am NOT ThE bAd GUy iN aLL oF ThiS?! ARe yOu tHAt BliNd To sEe iT aLL? OpEn YOuR dAmN eYeS oR I’LL pRy tHeM wiDe OpEn mYSeLf!” He yanked on his jaw once more, forcing his body to clash against the bars. “I am not the monster, the real monster has been with you much longer than I ever have. And they will be the death of you, I assure you of that.” He seethed through clenched teeth.

Anti shoved him away with such force, the poor Irishman tumbled over his chains and collapsed to the ground, hitting the brick wall. He grunted in agony, feeling tears sting at his eyes out of both physical and mental pain. Once again, the damn demon’s words were sinking far too deep into his skull and he was having a hard time convincing himself it was all lies. All at once, the voices came at him, questioning him over and over again.

Do they care? Do they even love me anymore? Did they truly create this abomination to destroy me? Where did I go wrong? Was it something I said? Something I did? Am I not good enough? They’ve given up, haven’t they? I’m nothing to them. They want to see me hurt…Why do they want to see me hurt? Why do they want to see any of us hurt? Is that all we are, just test subjects to use for Anti to destroy?

It was too late, the tears were set free, and the more the voices taunted him – the more doubts they gave him – the more convinced he was that there was no hope. He had been forgotten. No one was going to save him or the others. They were all dead men.

“Please…Please s-stop…” He pleaded desperately through his tears. He gazed up at the demon, moving forward to crawl towards the bars, no longer feeling the energy or motivation to get to his feet. “Please…I’m begging you, Anti. I’m b-begging you…Let me go. Let all of us go and leave the community alone, please, I…” He sobbed, licking at the salty tears that ran over his top lip. “I’ll do whatever you want…I’ll do anything you want, I’ll give you some screen time on the channel, you’ll still get the attention you want. Just please…PLEASE…” He cried, begging for the glitch to set him free. He had had enough of the pain. He couldn’t bear it any longer. “Please…Let us go.”

Anti merely smirked with delight, not at all taking pity on the crippled mess pleading at his feet for freedom.

“Well I’ll be. Are you actually begging? I quite like it. How cute.” A static-laced chuckle reverberated off the walls of the room. He sighed and shook his head, grinning. “No can-do, Jackaboy. It’s too late. The community has always been on my side – from the very beginning – and the only reason I haven’t cut you open yet is because my creators are challenging me. They want to see just how dangerous and strong I am, and I cannot and WILL NOT let them down.” He took a few steps away from the bars, slowly backing up with his arms stretched out to either side. “If it’s a show they want, it’s a show they’ll get.” He chuckled with glee, turning on his heel to head for the exit.

The green-haired YouTuber hung his head low, uncontrollable tears of anguish washing over his cheeks and down to his bloodied hands. When would this pain stop? What would become of him and the other egos?

“Oh! That reminds me!”

He sniffled and lifted his head to look at the demon. He watched him turn around, putting his hands in his pockets.

“I figure since you don’t have much time left, you deserve to have some company for the next few hours.” One of his hands was fidgeting inside his pocket, grasping onto something. He pulled out something and chucked it towards Jack, having it land right in front of the cell.

Through the darkness, it was hard to make out what Anti had thrown at him. Though he was already a mess, Jack shuffled forward, inching closer to the bars. His eyes searched the floor for what Anti had thrown and finally he made out something round. He reached through the bars with one hand and grabbed the thing, instantly feeling something slimy produce a squishy sound in his palm and feeling something ooze down his arm. His heart skipped a beat and began to quicken out of fear of what he was holding. Slowly bringing his hand in close to himself, the Irishman let his eyes adjust and focused on what was in his hand. And what he saw made his heart stop.

Anti smirked. “Thought you’d like to see an old friend.”

In his hand was a green and blue eyeball – Sam the septic eye – his symbol, his mascot, his loving friend and companion. He lay limp in his palm, not moving, not blinking – nothing. There was a deeply large gash sliced right down the center, blood seeping out and weaving lines of hot sticky red all along Jack’s arm.

He was dead, completely butchered and lifeless.

The emotionally abused Irishman flung back in horror, dropping the diced eyeball in a hurry as he backed up into the brick wall. He couldn’t take his eyes away from the horrific display. His vocal cords took action, and from them came a bloodcurdling scream of horror and gut-wrenching agony.

“NOOOO!! NOOOO!!! SAAAAM!!!”

He hung his head, rocking back and forth, sobbing and repeatedly crying out in horrible pain. Anti watched in awe at the display before him. He smirked with triumph, proud with himself as he opened the door.

“Let’s see them try to save you all now.” Before he left the room, he grinned happily. “Let the show begin.”

Part 1 - Broken

Part 3 - A Storm is Coming

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pamphletstoinspire · 7 years ago

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NOVENA TO THE HOLY SPIRIT

In the Catholic Church, a novena is a devotion consisting of a prayer repeated on nine consecutive days, asking to obtain special graces. The prayers may come from prayer books, or consist of the recitation of the Rosary (a "Rosary Novena"), or a short prayer recited throughout the day. There are four categories of novenas: those of mourning, preparation (for a Church feast, ending on the eve of the feast), petition and indulgences. A given novena can belong to more than one of these categories. They may be performed in Church, at home, or anywhere prayer is appropriate, though some indulgenced novenas do require church attendance.

Sometimes, a special candle is lit at the beginning of the novena which burns during the nine days of prayer.

THE OLDEST NOVENA The Novena in honor of the Holy Spirit is the oldest of all the novenas since it was first made at the direction of Our Lord Himself when He sent His apostles back to Jerusalem to await the coming of the Holy Spirit on the first Pentecost. It is still the only novena officially prescribed by the Church. Addressed to the Third Person of the Blessed Trinity, it is a powerful plea for the light and strength, and, love so sorely needed by every Christian.

NOVENA To THE HOLY GHOST

This Novena is the oldest novena, first made at the direction of Our Lord when He sent His apostles back to Jerusalem to await the coming of the Holy Ghost on the First Pentecost. It is the only novena officially prescribed by the Church. Addressed to the Third Person of the Blessed Trinity, it is a powerful plea for the light, strength and love so sorely needed by every Christian. To encourage devotion to the Holy Ghost, the Church has enriched this novena with indulgences.

NOVENA TO THE HOLY GHOST Imprimatur: Patrick A. O’Boyle, D.D.—Archbishop of Washington, Washington, D.C.—March 12, 1948

The faithful who devoutly assist at the public novena in honor of the Holy Ghost immediately preceding the feast of Pentecost may gain an INDULGENCE OF 10 YEARS ON ANY DAY OF THE NOVENA, AND A PLENARY INDULGENCE, if they take part in at least five of the exercises; and moreover go to confession, and receive Holy Communion and pray for the Holy Father’s intentions.

Those who make a private novena in honor of the Holy Ghost, either before Pentecost or at any other time in the year may gain an INDULGENCE of 7 years on any day of this novena, and a PLENARY INDULGENCE under the usual conditions; but if a public novena is held, this indulgence is available only to those who are lawfully hindered from being part in the same.

DAILY PRAYERS:

PRAYER TO THE HOLY SPIRIT Come Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of Your faithful and enkindle in them the fire of Your love. Send forth Your Spirit and they shall be created. And You shall renew the face of the earth.

OUR FATHER

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespasses against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.

HAIL MARY

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now, and in the hour of our death. Amen.

GLORY BE (7 TIMES)

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.

PRAYER FOR THE SEVEN GIFTS OF THE HOLY SPIRIT

O Lord Jesus Christ, Who before ascending into heaven, did promise to send the Holy Spirit to finish Your work in the souls of Your Apostles and Disciples, deign to grant the same Holy Spirit to me that He may perfect in my soul the work of Your grace and Your love. Grant me the Spirit of Wisdom that I may despise the perishable things of this world and aspire only after the things that are eternal, the Spirit of Understanding to enlighten my mind with the light of Your divine truth, the Spirit of Counsel that I may ever choose the surest way of pleasing God and gaining heaven, the Spirit of Fortitude that I may bear my cross with You and that I may overcome with courage all the obstacles that oppose my salvation, the Spirit of Knowledge that I may know God and know myself and grow perfect in the science of the Saints, the Spirit of Piety that I may find the service of God sweet and amiable, the Spirit of Fear that I may be filled with a loving reverence towards God and may dread in any way to displease Him. Mark me, dear Lord, with the sign of Your true disciples and animate me in all things with your Spirit. Amen.

ACT OF CONSECRATION TO THE HOLY SPIRIT

On my knees before the great multitude of heavenly witnesses, I offer myself, soul and body to You, Eternal Spirit of God. I adore the brightness of Your purity, the unerring keenness of Your justice, and the might of Your love. You are the strength and Light of my soul. In You I live and move and am. I desire never to grieve You by unfaithfulness to grace and I pray with all my heart to be kept from the smallest sin against You. Mercifully guard my every thought and grant that I may always watch for Your Light and listen to Your voice and follow Your gracious inspirations. I cling to You and give myself to You and ask You by Your compassion to watch over me in my weakness. Holding the pierced Feet of Jesus and looking at His Five Wounds and trusting in His Precious Blood and adoring His opened Side and stricken Heart, I implore You Adorable Spirit, Helper of my infirmity, so to keep me in Your grace that I may never sin against You. Give me grace, O Holy Spirit, Spirit of the Father and the Son, to say to You always and everywhere, “Speak Lord, for Your servant is listening.” Amen

NINE DAY NOVENA TO THE HOLY GHOST (ENDS DAY BEFORE PENTECOST SUNDAY)

FIRST DAY: THE HOLY GHOST

Holy Spirit! Lord of light! From Thy clear celestial height, Thy pure beaming radiance give!

Only one thing is important—eternal salvation. Only one thing, therefore, is to be feared—sin. Sin is the result of ignorance, weakness, and indifference. The Holy Ghost is the Spirit of Light, of Strength, and of Love. With His sevenfold gifts, He enlightens the mind, strengthens the will, and inflames the heart with love of God. To ensure our salvation, we ought to invoke the Divine Spirit daily, for “The Spirit helpeth our infirmity. We know not what we should pray for as we ought. But the Spirit Himself asketh for us. Almighty and eternal God, Who has vouchsafed to regenerate us by water and the Holy Ghost, and hast given us forgiveness of all our sins, vouchsafe to send forth from heaven upon us Thy sevenfold Spirit, the Spirit of Wisdom and Understanding, the Spirit of Counsel and Fortitude, the Spirit of Knowledge and Piety, and fill us with the Spirit of Holy Fear. Amen.

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SECOND DAY: THE GIFT OF FEAR

Come, Thou Father of the poor! Come, with treasures which endure! Come, Thou light of all that live!

The gift of Fear fills us with a sovereign respect for God, and makes us dread nothing so much as to offend Him by Sin. It is a fear that arises, not from the thought of hell, but from sentiments of reverence and filial submission to our heavenly Father. It is the fear that is the beginning of wisdom, detaching us from worldly pleasures that could in any way separate us from God. “They that fear the Lord will prepare their hearts, and in His sight will sanctify their souls.” Come, O blessed Spirit of Holy Fear, penetrate my inmost heart, that I may set Thee, my Lord and God, before my face forever; help me to shun all things that can offend Thee, and make me worthy to appear before the pure eyes of Thy Divine Majesty in heaven, where Thou livest and reignest in the unity of the ever Blessed Trinity, God world without end. Amen.

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THIRD DAY: THE GIFT OF PIETY

Thou, of all consolers best, visiting the troubled breast, dost refreshing peace bestow.

The gift of Piety begets in our hearts a filial affection for God as our most loving Father. It inspires us to love and respect for His sake persons and things consecrated to Him, as well as those who are vested with His authority, His Blessed Mother and the Saints, the Church and its visible Head, our parents and superiors, our country and its rulers. He who is filled with the gift of Piety finds the practice of his religion, not a burdensome duty, but a delightful service. Where there is love, there is no labor. Come, O Blessed Spirit of Piety, possess my heart. Enkindle therein such a love for God, that I may find satisfaction only in His service, and for His sake lovingly submit to all legitimate authority. Amen.

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FOURH DAY: THE GIFT OF FORTITUDE

Thou in toil art comfort sweet, pleasant coolness in the heat; solace in the midst of woe.

By the gift of Fortitude, the soul is strengthened against natural fear, and supported to the end in the performance of duty. Fortitude imparts to the will an impulse and energy which move it to undertake without hesitancy the most arduous tasks, to face dangers, to trample under foot human respect, and to endure without complaint the slow martyrdom of even lifelong tribulation. “He that shall persevere unto the end, he shall be saved.” Come, O Blessed Spirit of Fortitude, uphold my soul in times of trouble and adversity, sustain my efforts after holiness, strengthen my weakness, give me courage against all the assaults of my enemies, that I may never be overcome and separated from Thee, my God and greatest Good. Amen.

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FIFTH DAY: THE GIFT OF KNOWLEDGE

Light immortal! Light Divine! Visit Thou these hearts of Thine, and our inmost being fill.

The gift of Knowledge enables the soul to evaluate created things at their true worth—in relation to God. Knowledge unmasks the pretense of creatures, reveals their emptiness, and points out their only true purpose as instruments in the service of God. It shows us the loving care of God even in adversity, and directs us to glorify Him in every circumstance of life. Guided by its light, we put first things first, and prize the friendship of God beyond all else. “Knowledge is a fountain of life to him that possesseth it.” Come, O Blessed Spirit of Knowledge, and grant that I may perceive the will of the Father; show me the nothingness of earthly things, that I may realize their vanity and use them only for Thy glory and my own salvation, looking ever beyond them to Thee, and Thy eternal rewards. Amen.