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cumikering · 4 months

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Ex bf John Price x reader 2

2.6k | soft smut, angst, comfort Your closure (part 1)

You fiddled with the simple gold band. You hadn’t expected to see John, especially not there of all places. You didn’t know why you even said anything. You should have walked past.

But you remembered how you shook that afternoon in Hereford, gripping the edge of your seat and how you broke down as the train departed. You didn’t care what you looked like. How could you when you’d just ripped your heart out.

For days you holed up in your childhood bedroom, where you’d taken him into countless times. Your bed didn’t dip the same way without his weight. When you unwittingly pulled out one of his shirts from your wardrobe, you sobbed into it. You lived out of your luggage until you got your own place.

Perhaps you were desperate, or just silly, that you wore his gift as a wedding ring. That way maybe you could rationalise the hole in your life was from losing your husband, not just a boyfriend because dear God, he was so much more than that. As a sick vow that you’d never want to lose him to war, so you’d never crawl back. You had wanted to so many times.

You wrote John letters the nights you couldn’t sleep. Some mornings in the haze of slumber, you’d wake up to your empty bed thinking he’d left for the day. It took another second for it to dawn on you that he was never there. You took 10 more minutes to get up.

Sometimes you grabbed plates, one too many, and cooked four eggs instead of two. At the supermarket you’d reach for his favourite crisps before realising you didn’t have to anymore. Some nights you left the door unlocked out of habit.

The sun promised yet another day. The tears grew fewer and further between. Spring came and you found the box of letters you wrote. You counted - there were 56.

You’d never forgotten about him, even that the memory had loosened its claws on you. Despite the gnarly scar, the wound had dried.

But that day, after not speaking to each other for years, something crumbled in you. Was it his tired eyes? The way he stood, his weary smile? His beanie?

John Mother Fucking Price.

Did he hold onto the memories like you did too after all?

That evening, you laughed at yourself as you drove to his parents’. Knuckles white over the steering wheel, you stared at the front door as your heart raced. You rested your forehead against the wheel with a heavy sigh.

Why did you even come? What were you going to say? Did he even want to hear whatever it was you had to say?

You heart almost stopped when there was a tap on the passenger’s window.

It was John. Of course it was.

You unlocked the car with a shaky breath. He slipped right in and shut the door, rubbing his hands together and blew into them. The distant streetlight casted a soft glow on his face as he held your gaze.

“You alright?” he rasped, breaking the long silence.

You gave him a crooked smile, shaking your head. “I don’t even know why I’m here,” you muttered, more to yourself.

His eyes flicked to your hand. “I think you do.”

“It’s from you, John.” You held it up to him. “The last one.”

His breath caught, blue eyes searching yours. “Tell me you hate me before I do something stupid.”

You wrapped your arms around him over the console. He took a frantic breath of your hair, and you almost whimpered at the way your face still fitted so perfectly in the crook of his neck. He smelt the exact same.

“I can’t hate you,” you sighed. “Believe me, I’ve tried.”

You told yourself if you shut your eyes tight enough, the tears wouldn’t spill. They did anyway when you heard the choked sob from him. His beard tickled and it didn’t take long for his tears to dampen your neck.

“Love, I’ve- Fuck. Nothing has ever hurt this much.”

Your fingers ran through his soft hair, right above the nape of his neck the way he liked it.

“If call it quits… If I give up everything, would you have me back?”

“You wouldn’t,” you whispered. The truth still tasted bitter despite the years.

He gripped your shoulders. “Each time I come knocking with someone’s tags, a part of me dies too. I never want it to be you. I’ll never let it be you breaking down at our door.”

“Don’t do this to me, John.” Your face twisted. “Don’t… Don’t say all these things when-“

“You gave up your life for me. It’s my turn to do the same.” His thumb caressed your cheek. “I’d follow you anywhere. You just have to ask.”

You sobbed. He stroked your hair, your face pressed onto his shoulder, leaving dark patches on his sweater. His cheeks were still wet when you cradled his face.

In his steady arms, you could never be safer. As the windows fogged up, you wished the night was as endless as your kisses.

The streets of Liverpool had settled when John closed the door to your apartment. His eyes remained a little puffy, but his smile was brighter than when they were dry.

You’d missed that. The way his warm eyes crinkled, how his lips curved.

He tentatively pulled you by the waist, pressing your body against his. You never thought you’d feel those sturdy hands on you again.

You led him to your bed and flicked the bedside lamp on before pulling him on top of you. He stilled over you, the warm light illuminated the lines of his face. You traced the shape of him, his lower lip, his faint freckles, his tired eyes. He shut them with a shaky sigh. He was perfect.

“I’ve missed you,” you whispered.

“I can’t even begin to tell you how much I miss you,” he rasped, grasping your waist as his lips closed over yours.

He licked along your lower lip, nipping on it. The small gasp you let out allowed his tongue to slip past your lips, brushing against your own. When you arched your back, his hand slid under your top, kneading your hip.

“John,” you breathed against his lips, tugging on his shirt.

With you between his hard thighs, you watched with lidded eyes as he pulled his shirt off. His muscles weren’t as defined as they once were, but the same strength under was evident in the way his chest and arms flexed. You wasted no time running your hands over him, from his happy trail, partly hidden under the low hanging waistband, up to the darker fuzz of his chest. His abdomen rippled under your touch, bulge forming in his sweats.

He leaned back down and you palmed over the stretch of his back. There were raises you swore weren’t there last time. As you ran your fingertips over the scars, his lips didn’t relent against yours. Your tongues swirled between the nibbling and sucking. It surprised you how you were still in sync, not missing a beat despite the years.

He was still yours.

“Want you, John.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” He helped you out of your clothes before himself. Kneeling before you, he parted your thighs and settled between them.

He exhaled, a rough hand trailed from your knee along your inner thigh. Your skin pulled as he squeezed the flesh at the thickest part, giving him a peek of your slick. He licked his lip.

His eyes flicked up to you, watching as you bit your lip, chest rising and falling, your nipples at attention. He climbed over you, licking a stripe up your breast before his hot tongue flicked over your nipple, rolling the other between his fingers.

Your fingers ran through his hair, clutching his roots. You hummed in pleasure when his mouth switched with his hand, teeth playfully grazing against your hardened nipple. Your back arched, yearning for more and more of him.

He sat back on his haunches, wet lips parted. Your hips bucked when his thumb swiped over your needy clit. The motion continued as his fingertips trailed from your waist down to your knee. His eyes transfixed on you as you shut your eyes, your breath shallow.

You gave a small nod when his finger circled over your opening. He barely had to push before slipping right in. He curled his finger, building his pace as he leaned over, planting kisses across your chest up your neck and jaw before meeting your lips again. The noises filled the dim room.

Your hand ran down his side, to his fuzzy pelvis and heavy balls. Your fingertips traced along his length and he twitched when you got to his leaking tip. You stroked his desperate cock, spreading the wetness it over him. You moaned into his mouth when he added another finger.

His pumped faster as he licked along your neck, his tongue grazing the cuff of your ear. Your arm slung over his neck, your nails digging into his flexed bicep as he held his weight up, clinging onto him.

“Always so good for me, love,” he breathed, his warm breath making you shiver.

Your back arched to meet him, hips rolling. His long, thick fingers grew urgent, thumb rubbing your swollen clit. The squelching merged with the sounds of the wet kisses your neck.

The familiar pressure settled in your core. Your breathing quickened, your moans shallow as he relentlessly hit the right spot.

“John- ah- Don’t stop, John,” you whined.

“Wanna make you feel good.” He nipped at your lobe. “Let me hear you.”

You unravelled with a moan, your head thrown back. Your trembling thighs closed around him.

“That’s it. Such a good girl for me.” He sucked on your exposed throat as his pumping slowed down to deep, long strokes, stretching the rest of your high.

He lied on his side facing you, rubbing your thigh as you caught your breath. He sucked his fingers clean with a deep sigh, eyes closed.

“John,” you began when you realised. “I don’t have any condoms.”

You tasted yourself on him as he leaned over to kiss you, his cock still hard and wet against your thigh. “We don’t have to. It’s all you tonight.”

“Has there…” It was irrational but jealousy crept up. “Have you been w-“

“Never.” He shook his head. “No one else since you.”

You felt like crying. “Please,” you whispered against his lips, cupping his face. “Need you.”

He kissed you once more, kneading your hip up to your breast before crawling between your legs. His eyes lidded, breathing shallow like he was delirious. He stroked himself a few times, as if his aching cock wasn’t ready enough.

A hand on your waist, he rubbed himself along your glistening slit, biting his lip as he watched. His tip circled around your opening. “Ready, love?” His eyes met yours.

When you nodded, he eased the first inch in with a groan, making you moan with the delicious stretch. He held your gaze, taking his time pushing further and further before he stopped with a teasing smile.

“John,” you whined, legs hooking around him.

He lifted your hips off the mattress and slid his last inches into your sopping pussy. The sensation of him bottoming out in you always intoxicated you. Your breath hitched as he grinded deep against you. Nothing ever felt a good as him.

His grip tightened before his hips moved. He reached to rub your clit with the pad of his thumb, making you whimper. He always knew how tilt his hips the right way, to reach that deep and undo you. The way he fucked you, sometimes you thought he knew you better than you knew yourself.

You fisted the pillow under your head, jaw slack. His eyes flicked to your tits as they bounced with each thrust.

“Fuck, it’s been forever,” he grunted.

He leaned onto his forearms to kiss you as his fingers laced with yours above your head. His body flush against yours, his breath warm. His scent carried a touch of smoke as always.

His thrusts were deep and languid, pulling out all the way until only the head of his thick cock remained before burying himself to the hilt again in smooth strokes. He fucked you into the mattress like he wanted you to remember every drag, ever curve of him. Only he could make you feel this way – nothing ever came close. It was your sentence for stealing his soul.

“Want to make you come again, love.”

You weren’t sure it was muscle memory or what, but the intensity of his gaze, the way he rocked against you and the way he surrounded you made the heat pool deep in your belly again.

He tilted your face away with his nose, allowing him access to suck on the base of your neck. The way you tightened around him was his que to pick up his pace. He pounded into you, his balls smacking against your ass. He groaned, his breath searing against your skin. Each thrust pushed a huff of breath out of you.

Your fingers squeezed his. He knew what it meant.

“Don’t ever leave me,” he panted against your ear. “Oh God, never leave me again, sweetheart.” His voice cracked.

His wet eyes bored onto yours. You couldn’t help the tear that slipped.

“I promise, John. I promise I won’t.”

He lifted your waist, angling himself to reach even deeper. Your moans grew louder, your fingers pulling on his hair.

“Come for me,” he said with urgency. “Let me make you feel good, love.”

You moaned, legs tightening around his waist as your second orgasm washed over you. He thrusted faster into your fluttering pussy, his breath heavy against your ear. He kissed you again, tongue dragging against yours.

In a swift motion, he pulled out and came on your stomach, moaning into your mouth. You reached down, milking the rest of him, his hot come ran between your fingers.

He peppered kisses all along your jaw as his breath evened out before cleaning you up. You wiped away his tears with your thumb, giving him a peck on the lips. With a grunt, he lied on his back as he pulled you against him. He clasped his hand over yours, resting it in the middle of his chest, pressing kisses on your forehead.

“Love, can we have a bath?” There was a tinge of embarrassment in his voice. “My joints hurt when it gets too cold sometimes.”

Your heart wrenched. He’d made you feel so good despite the pain. When he followed you off the bed, you shook your head.

Moments later, you led him to the hot bath you’d prepared. You knelt by the tub and as he hunched over his bent knees, you helped him wash his hair and body. In the light, the scars he’d acquired since were clear, but it wasn’t what caught your attention.

For your last anniversary, he got a tattoo of your favourite flower on his back. After an array of art, it was easy for one to be just another piece, but this... He never covered it up.

Your finger traced over it. “You’re beautiful, John.”

He let out a deep sigh.

His head tipped back against the tiles as he soaked. Your arms folded over the edge of the tub, your head resting on your forearm. With a soft smile and lidded eyes, he gave your hand a squeeze.

The dark didn’t have to be endless tonight. Because there was going to be a tomorrow, next week, next month, next year.

You believed him this time.

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 8 months

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Save Me, Brother

Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, bit of Sam Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: instead of the little boy, it’s you who almost drowns in 1x03

“Stay in the car, alright?”

You nodded at your oldest brother.

Dean lingered by the car to let Sam get ahead, before turning to look at you.

“Hey, you alright?”

You gave him a small smile in return, and he glanced back at Sam, torn between finishing the job and staying with you.

“Yeah, ok,” he said finally. “Well I’m gonna be back soon, ok? Just stay right here.”

You nodded again, and he sighed and turned to follow Sam.

You hadn’t been speaking much since John left, and Dean had just rolled with it thus far, but it was starting to worry him more and more.

You still spoke occasionally, but you’d been withdrawn lately, and Dean was struggling to figure out what to do about it.

…

When you saw the little boy heading down the path towards the lake, you couldn’t stay put. You wanted nothing more than to listen to Dean’s instructions and stay in the car, but you also knew what could happen if that boy went to the lake.

You reached the dock just in time to see him stick his arm out towards the water, straining to reach something. You ran across the dock, reaching down to pull his arm back when it happened.

A cold hand exploded out of the water and latched onto yours, which had just gotten in the way of the little boy’s.

“Y/N, no!” You heard Dean’s desperate cry as you were pulled under, the spirit going deeper and deeper until your ears popped, and your lungs began to strain.

You saw a dark figure appear above you—Dean!—and despite your better judgment, your panicked instinct to call out to him won out, and you let out what little breath you had in desperate cry, which only resulted in a cluster of silent bubbles escaping in front of your eyes.

You kept your eyes on the dark shape as it inched closer to you.

Not fast enough, was your last thought before the darkness pooling at the edge of your vision took over completely.

…

“No, no no, come on Y/N!” Dean panicked when he saw how still your form was when he laid you down on the dock. “Come on, breathe,” he began the process of CPR, and within several seconds you let out a hacking cough that released the water that had gotten into your system, before taking short, shallow breaths.

“Hey, hey it’s ok,” Dean sighed in relief, pulling you up to a sitting position and leaning you against his chest. “Breathe slowly, take a deep breath.”

Your hands clutched at him as you hyperventilated, tears springing to your eyes. The sobs that wracked your body only made breathing even harder, and the desperate wheezing that escaped your lips made Dean’s stomach knot with worry.

“Baby come on, you need to calm down. You need to breathe, ok?”

Your breathing began to slow gradually, but it was several long minutes before your sobs subsided. When they did, and you began to breathe evenly, Dean noticed that you were shivering. He immediately tugged off his coat and placed it around your shoulders, and you pulled it tightly around you.

Dean lifted you carefully into his arms and carried you to the Impala, Sam following behind him.

When he set you down in the back seat, you grabbed onto his arms to keep him from moving away.

“Hey,” he knelt down in front of your hunched form and placed a hand on your knee. “Baby, you’re safe now.”

You kept your grip on his arms, eyes locked on his.

“Ok,” he turned to look at Sam, “Would you drive? I’m gonna stay back here.”

Sam took Dean’s usual position in the drivers’ seat while Dean climbed into the back with you. You continued to shiver, huddling in on yourself.

“We’re gonna be there soon, and you can get warmed up,” Dean promised.

The rest of the ride was dead silent the whole way to the motel, and the silence continued on into the night. Eventually, you crawled into the bed you and Dean were sharing and settled down to sleep. You’d tugged on Dean’s arm, trying to get him to go with you, but he’d remained in his chair.

“I’m coming in a little bit, ok? Get some rest.”

…

You were drowning again. Water entered your nose and mouth, stinging your eyes and burning your lungs. You tried to swim up, but the cold iron grip on your leg pulled you lower, lower…

It was worse this time, because there was no dark figure reaching out for you. No Dean to save you.

He was gone; he left you. Like Sam. Like John.

And you were drowning.

“Y/N! Come on baby, I need you to wake up. Wake up!”

You jerked upright, gasping for air. The water was gone, the pain in your lungs with it.

“Hey, hey,” strong arms pulled you close, and the familiar scent of Dean’s cologne washed over you. You relaxed completely, breathing deeply to try to slow your racing heart. “You’re ok baby, it was just a dream.”

“Don’t go,” you fisted Dean’s shirt in your hands, leaning against him.

“What? I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Don’t go, don’t go…”

Dean pulled you into his lap, hugging you against him while you repeated the phrase over and over.

“Don’t go.”

“Dean?” Dean looked up at the sound of Sam’s voice.

“We’re ok,” Dean told him. “Just a nightmare.”

Sam swung his legs off his bed and came over to stand by Dean’s, leaning down to be closer to you.

“You ok sweetheart?”

You’d stopped your mantra, falling silent as you clung to your big brother. You nodded in response to Sam’s question.

“Do you wanna talk about your nightmare?” He asked. You shook your head.

“I think we’ll just stay like this for a little bit,” Dean directed this at both of his siblings, before looking at Sam. “I’m sure she’ll go back to sleep, we’re fine here.”

“Alright, well wake me if anything changes,” Sam relented, going back to his bed.

“Ok baby,” Dean spoke quietly to you, trying not to disturb Sam. He leaned back on the bed, taking you with him so that you were resting with your head on his chest. “Why don’t we try and get some sleep?”

“Don’t go away,” you whimpered, your eyes closed tightly. “Don’t leave me, don’t let-let me drown.”

“What?” Dean’s arms tightened subconsciously around you as he brought his hand up to cradle your head. “Baby I’m never gonna let anything happen to you, ever.”

“Don’t go,” you repeated.

“I won’t,” Dean accompanied his words with a gentle kiss to the side of your head. “Baby I’m not going anywhere, ever.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

You fell asleep not long after that, resting in your brother’s arms and trusting in his promise.

You didn’t have any more nightmares.

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stylesharrys · 7 months

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a house isn't a home without you [dadrry]

summary: they’re both still in love and a traumatic experience is what brings them back together.

word count: 3,473

warnings: mentions and themes of stillbirth/miscarriage, please do not read if those things are triggering to you <3

a/n: hey angels, this is a rewrite of a very old fic from an old fandom, all edited and made into a harry fic for you guys :) this also is a bit of a touchy and sensitive fic, so please read the warnings above and i completely understand if it’s not something you can read – take care of yourselves!!

Harry pulls up in his driveway—his old driveway. Gracie blabbers to herself in the backseat, chubby hands clapping together as she gurgles a little laugh. Harry watches her through the rearview mirror with a smile before turning to Leo, who sits in the passenger's seat.

Gracie is the spitting image of Y/N—no questions asked. The only thing she got from Harry was his curls. Leo? Harry’s double. He has Y/N’s eyes, sure, but he is his father's son.

“Alright, let's go see Mum!” Harry exclaims in the most excited tone he can, but it pains him so fucking much to know he’ll have to face her again. He thought it’d get easier over time, but it never does.

“Mumma,” Gracie squeaks from the backseat and Harry smiles at her sweetly. “Yeah, baby. Go see Mumma.” Gracie kicks her little legs and claps her hands. Though she is a complete Daddy’s girl, she’s a sucker for her Mum.

“Are you still coming to my game on Wednesday?” Leo asks his Dad, the seven-year-old eager to show Harry how much he’s been practising for the baseball game this week.

Harry nods and ruffles the boy's hair. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, bud. Now, get your stuff while I get Gracie out of the car.” He kills the engine and unlocks the door, getting Gracie out of her seat and holding her on his hip.

She giggles and peppers sloppy kisses to Harry’s cheek, little fingers playing with his dark curls and he helps his son get their overnight bags out of the trunk.

Leo races for the front door and bolts through it, making his presence known. Harry shortly follows, taking deep breaths. It’s been seven months and it’s still so fucking hard. It shouldn’t be this hard.

“Hi, baby!” Y/N calls out, racing for her little boy and scooping him up in her arms. Leo wraps his arms around his mothers neck before she lowers him back to the ground and ruffles his brown locks.

“Hope you’ve been good for Dad.” She sas, hesitantly looking at Harry who still looks just as nervous as she does.

Gracie kicks up a fuss at the lack of attention she’s receiving from Y/N, and she takes her from Harry’s arms, cuddling her into her chest and she coos.

Harry swallows back his nerves or whatever the fuck it is that’s threatening to spew out of him. “She was walking around with her little walker and tripped. She bruised her knee a little but she’s okay,” Harry tells her.

You hum and kiss the eleven-month-olds head, setting her down on the floor and she rushes off, crawling for her toys that she didn’t take with her to Harry’s.

“Leo’s got that game on Wednesday at the school,” Y/N reminds him, but Harry waves his hand with a little smile.

“Yeah, I’ll be there, don’t worry.” He assures her and she nods her head, swaying back and forth on the balls of her feet.

Harry drinks her in for a moment. Y/N’s only wearing a burgundy sweater and black jeans but God, does she look good. Harry struggles to not compliment her, to not kiss her or hug her. And it’s so fucking hard.

So, instead, he asks something that will hurt him even more. “So how was your date?”

Y/N freezes, spluttering that she doesn’t know what he’s talking about but Harry laughs. “Leo told me. Said he heard you on the phone.” He explains.

She nods and takes a deep breath. “Uh, it was okay.” She shrugs, leading him to the kitchen where she grabs two bottles of water from the fridge.

Harry sits at the island opposite Y/N as she leans against the counter. “Just okay?” He raises his brow. Y/N sighs and shakes her head, staring at her feet.

“Harry, we don’t have to do this.” She sighs, trying to divert the conversation to something else, but Harry isn’t having it.

“Yes, we do. We were friends before we got together. Friends before we had kids. Friends before we got engaged. We were always friends first. I’m not losing that, too.”

Y/N stays quiet, tears pooling in her eyes and she shakes her head. “This is hard for me, too.” She whispers, to which Harry scoffs and shakes his head.

“Is it? ‘Cause you seem to be handling it just fine! Going out on these dates and moving on, while I’m stuck tryna figure out where the fuck we went wrong.”

“Harry, stop.”

“No, Y/N.”

“Harry!” Y/N raises her voice, eyeing the two young children behind him and he turns, heart sinking when he sees the horror on his baby's faces.

“Leo, why don’t you take your sister in the garden while I talk to Dad,” Y/N sighs, nodding to the backdoor, and slowly, he guides his sister outside and they sit on the grass, playing peekaboo.

It’s silent between them both and her heart is breaking. “I’m sorry.” Harry rasps, keeping his distance and she turns to look at him.

“You know where it all went wrong, Harry. And I’m trying so hard to get over what happened, to get over you.” Y/N whimpers, tears staining her cheeks and all Harry can do is stare at her stomach. The same stomach that carried Leo, the stomach that carried Gracie and Skyla.

“I miss her, too, you know.” He argues, defensive walls back up again and Y/N turns to him with a shaking chest.

“I never said you didn’t.” She cries, wiping the tears from under her eyes and Harry just wants to hold her, just wants to take it all back and be with her.

“I uh, I better get going,” he whispers, offering a soft smile and Y/N nods, keeping her eyes locked on the floor she’s standing on.

Harry shoves his hands in his pockets, wandering out to the garden and calling for one more hug from his babies.

Y/N watches as they both pounce on him, attacking him with kisses and cuddles and his sweet laughter can be heard from where she’s standing.

He walks away and blows a kiss goodbye to his little girl, Leo too busy playing with the football, but Gracie looks like she’s about to burst into tears. She always hated saying goodbye to her Dad, even though she’d still see him the next day.

It’s 7 pm and Harry’s sitting on the couch in his new condo, eyes trailing over the lyrical mess in front of him but nothing’s really working. He’s already had to extend the album release by five months.

He’s been shit out of luck with work recently, and his team are constantly asking him when he’ll be ready to start something new. He tries, of course, he does. He doesn’t want to be in this state of limbo for too long, scared he’ll lose himself in it and the thought of that is fucking terrifying.

Ben sits next to him, laid back on the couch and scrolling through his phone with a beer in his hand, randomly showing Harry stupid memes on Instagram.

Harry’s about to start a live stream when Y/N’s face pops up on his screen and she’s calling him. He knows he should’ve changed her contact photo by now, that it shouldn’t be her massive grin as she holds up her hand and points to what once was her engagement ring.

Y/N’s contact picture shouldn’t be the memory he has of her when she said she’d marry him. He clears his throat and accepts the call, bringing the phone to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Harry, I’m so sorry but you need to come and get the kids.” Harry stands from the couch in worry, brows furrowed as he searches for his car keys.

“Okay, is everything okay? What’s going on?” Ben stares at him in worry, eyes wide.

“You just really need to come and get them, please.”

And the line went dead. Harry panics, completely frantic as he races out of his apartment. He shoots past the elevator, knowing he’ll be quicker if he jumps down the stairs.

He tries to stay calm when he drives, Ben trying to ask what’s going on but all Harry can do is tell him what he knows. That he needs to get the kids right now.

He manages to get to Y/N’s house in record time, jumping out of the car and Gracie and Leo are on the front porch, the door half open and Harry rushes toward them.

“What’s going on?” He asks his son, can see the horror on his face and then he hears Y/N shouting at someone and a shattering of glass.

“I woke up to Mummy yelling at someone to get out and I don’t know what’s happening.” Leo hiccups.

Ben wanders over to the kids, scooping Gracie up which she doesn’t mind one bit, she always did like Ben. He takes them to the car, Harry telling him to watch them and to call the police.

He pushes through the half-open door and follows the sound of Y/N’s voice. She’s yelling, red in the face, and a blond man stands opposite her, angry and not giving a shit that he’s ruining her night and home.

“Hey, what the fuck do you think you’re doing.” Harry squares up to him, shoving him into the wall and the blond grunts, struggling to shove Harry back.

Harry’s bigger than he is, a bit leaner and a lot stronger. “Oh, so he’s the dude that’s stopping me from getting into your pants.”

With that, Harry throws a fist into his face, his head bouncing back onto the wall and Harry pulls away from him, scurrying over to Y/N and taking her hands in his.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Harry panics, noticing the bruises that are already beginning to form all up her arms.

There’s glass all over the floor, a kitchen stool thrown across the room and Gracie’s toys have been poured out from the boxes and launched across the room.

Y/N panics, tugging on his shirt when she notices James and his sickening grin. Harry turns around, arms out to block Y/N from his sight and all she wants is to hold her babies and tell them that it’s okay.

“Get out James. Just fuck off. I told you, I’m not fucking interested!” She cries out from behind Harry, now standing beside him but behind his arm.

James laughs and takes a step forward. Harry’s trying to push Y/N behind him but she won’t have any of it.

“You scared my kids. My fucking kids! Now get the fuck out of my house before I fucking kill you.” She threatens him, her maternal instincts clouding everything else.

James looks past Y/N and to Harry, skin paling at the hard look he holds. He knows Harry’s about to break his nose if he doesn’t leave, so he scoffs at them both and walks toward the front door.

“No wonder he fucking left you. You’re a worthless piece of shit.” He spits, but Harry is quick to wipe the smirk off his face by delivering another blow to his nose.

Y/N lets out a shriek of shock, flinching at the crunch of Harry’s fist connecting with James’ face, a sickening sound she wants to get out of her head.

“Say something about her one more time and see what fucking happens.” Harry spits back, sick to his sHarryach that someone can say something like that to someone so fucking wonderful.

Just as James is about to run off, a police car skids its way outside the house and stops. Three police officers come bursting out, Harry shouting that James is the guy they called about. It’s mere moments for the officers to take a look around and see what’s happening, and a split second later, they’re putting the cuffs on James.

Harry’s attention is pulled away from the scene at the sound of Y/N’s exhausted sobs, his heart breaking as she collapses into his chest the second he puts his arms around her.

“You’re okay, honey. You’re okay.” Harry whispers, cooing her the best he can but she pulsl away in panic.

“The kids! Where are the-“

“In the car with Ben. They’re okay, I promise.” Harry reassures her, stroking the hair from her face and kissing her forehead.

They both watch as James is being escorted from the house, his head down like he wouldn’t dare breathe another word to either of them.

“Ma’am we’re going to need a statement before we can do anything else.”

Y/N nods, breaking away from Harry. She explains that James showed up at her door and asked if he could talk. Explained how he made a move and tried to pin her to the wall, got angry and smashed up her daughter's toys.

“Were the kids at home when this happened?” The officer asks, a solemn expression on her face and Y/N nods, sniffling into the sleeve of her jumper.

“Yeah, I called Harry straight away to come and get the kids when I realised he wasn’t going to leave.” Y/N confirms, and somehow through the midst of her explanation, her hand had reached for Harry’s and their fingers became intertwined.

“And where are the children now?”

Harry steps in, “Ben, their uncle… he came with me, he’s got them in the car outside.”

It’s another twenty minutes before they take James away in the squad car and leave the premises. Y/N is left with a trashed kitchen, swollen eyes and an aching heart. She can’t bear to look at the mess for much longer.

“You’re not staying here. Pack a bag, you and the kids can stay at the condo with me tonight.” Harry tells Y/N and for once, she doesn't argue.

He follows her upstairs, breathing hitching when he sees the bedroom, the bedroom he hasn’t seen for seven months. The bedroom he made love to her in, the bedroom he’d wake up in every morning.

And nothing’s changed. She still keeps the picture of them both at her sister's wedding on her nightstand. She still keeps the furniture the same. And when they go into her closet to pull out some clothes, Harry still sees one of his shirts tucked into the back, a shirt he knows she loved to wear to bed.

Y/N throws a pair of clothes and underwear into the bag, along with a phone charger and some makeup. Harry watches her from the doorframe he leans on, scared to walk into the room after the fight they both had the last time he was in there.

But then she freezes and breaks into sobs and Harry doesn’t care anymore. He pushes himself forward and holds her close to his chest as she apologises profusely, to which he tells her to stop because none of this is her fault.

He grabs Y/N’s bag and leads her downstairs, helping her to lock the doors and leading her out onto the drive. She can see that the kids are asleep in the backseat, Ben sitting between them with their little heads resting on his shoulders.

She opens the door to the passenger's side and climbs in, turning around to look at her babies and old friend.

“Hi, Benny,” she whispers, a small smile on her lips and he smiles softly back at her, understanding that she’s been through hell tonight.

“Thank you,” she whispers once again, and he shakes his head, tells her there’s nothing to thank him for and that he’ll do anything for his niece and nephew.

When Harry gets in the car, he drives off right away, not wanting to look at that house for another second. Ben watches as Harry changes the gear stick and Y/N takes her chance to rest her hand on his.

It’s like the stars are aligning when their fingers intertwine for a second time and she gives him a little squeeze. Ben bites back his little smile and takes a deep breath, know’s he doesn’t have to worry for Harry anymore, that everything is going to work itself out.

Harry drops Ben off first, bids him a good night, thanks him, and tells him he’ll text him in the morning. After that, it's just his family in the car... family.

By the time Harry pulls up at the condo, it’s almost 10pm and Y/N just wants to sleep, but she knows that won't be coming anytime soon. She follows Harry up the stairs and to his apartment, Gracie sleeping in her arms and Leo in Harry’s.

His condo is nice, homely, actually. Gracies toys are sprawled out everywhere and she even has her own highchair. Y/N follows him down to their bedrooms, in complete awe of how Harry has them decorated. He made a home for himself and the kids in just seven months. A home she’s not a part of.

Y/N kisses the children goodnight and follows Harry into his kitchen. No words are spoken as she takes a seat at the kitchen island and he puts the kettle on, pottering around and making her a peanut butter sandwich. Funny how he still remembers her comfort food.

“I’m so sorry,” she croaks out, disgusted with herself that she let something like this happen. Harry shakes his head and grabs her hands, kissing her cold knuckles.

“You have nothing to apologise for. Just tell me what happened, darling.”

And she does. She tells him that she’s not ready to move on because she’s still so fucking in love with him. She tells him that she cries herself to sleep every night and that nothing smells like him anymore and it hurts.

It hurts to have lost her child, and it hurts to have lost him. All Harry can do is listen and cry with her, just hold her and make her feel safe.

“It was meant to be us five, but we lost her and then I lost you.” Y/N sobs, heart shattering at the thought of their daughter—the daughter they never got to meet. The sister Leo never got to protect. The twin Gracie never got to grow with. The daughter Y/N and Harry never got to fucking hear the cries of.

“I miss her so fucking much.” Harry sobs, clutching onto Y/N like she’s his lifeline, and she is, her and the kids. Y/N holds him like he holds her and for once, she feels okay. Not a lot, but a little.

“And you have the house and the kids all the time, but I feel so alone,” Harry admits and he knows he shouldn't hold it against Y/N, and he doesn't, but she has Gracie and Leo every day and he just feels so lonely.

“A house isn’t a home without you, Harry.” She whimpers, forehead resting against his and he tucks a strand of hair out of her face. “I miss you, Y/N. I miss everything.” Harry sniffles, holding her close.

“Come home. Please, come home.”

He stares at her for a moment, praying to God that this isn’t a dream, and when she presses her lips against his, he knows it’s not. It’s been seven months since he tasted those lips, but God does he remember how sweet they are.

He kisses her back, hands holding the sides of her face and she swears she never wants to forget how good it feels to be in his arms again, to be where she belongs.

“I love you,” she mumbles against his lips, gently tugging on his curls and Harry can’t help but laugh the most joyous laugh ever. “I love you, too, baby. So fucking much.” He whimpers.

Y/N rests her forehead on his and takes a shaky breath. “Then come home. Come home to us.” She pleads, and she knows it’s the right thing to do, she knows it’s written in the stars, her and him.

When they lost Skyla, their whole lives changed, and Harry couldn’t take it. They grew distant with each other until they were just strangers with children, and he left. It didn’t matter that they loved each other beyond words, they were both foolish and hurt.

And now, here she is, realising her mistake and begging for the love of her life to come back home to her, to be a family with her and Gracie and Leo. And no one needs to ask Harry twice. So, he nods his head and smiles wide.

“Okay.”

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seethesin · 6 months

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peace and quiet

pairing: Villanelle x Assassin!F!Reader

tags/warnings: sexual content, car sex, dirty talk, fingering, edging (18+, mdni)

a/n: bet ya didn't see this coming 😏 truthfully, i've had this scenario on my mind for about a month now. i had to write this before i got through the rest of my drafts. im also a bottom!villanelle fan oops enjoy! gif credit.

The last way you wanted to spend your Friday evening was stuck in a Ford Fiesta with the world's most infuriating assassin, Villanelle. But here you both were, cramped and cranky as you wasted hours watching a man go through his nightly routine. Truthfully, you didn't know much about your target except his name, James Fitzgerald. His dossier was light and you suspected that further information wasn't yours to know.

As your handler would say: the less you knew, the better.

Silently, you watched as James moved from room to room in his home; starting in his bedroom, wandering into the kitchen, and finally, settling into the living room. Couldn't the Twelve have a vendetta against someone more interesting?

The blonde next to you must have thought the same thing. Immediately, she turned the radio on, flicking through the stations until she hummed in approval.

"Oh, I love Britney," she muses, beginning to sing along to the chorus of Womanizer as it pumps through the car's surround sound system.

You refrain from groaning.

"Villanelle, I need you to stop." Your voice is strained as your eyes are trained in front of you.

She's completely off-key but sings without a care in the world. Obviously, she's ignoring you and you exhale slowly, squeezing your eyes shut. Villanelle was good at what she did. Great even. But her hyperactive nature and flair for dramatics made you dread any time the two of you had to work together.

It wasn't just her obnoxious nature that made it so difficult for you to work with her. From the outlandish yet stylish outfits she donned to the way she held herself on and off the job, you thought she was stunning. But now, being in such close quarters only seemed to intensify those feelings. Your stomach did somersaults at each pesky thought, unable to get them out of your head quick enough. Entertaining those ideas was a distraction you couldn't afford.

Not in this line of work.

It's just one mission, you find yourself thinking, blinking your eyes open. I just need to get through one mission with her and then—

And then you will work with her again when the Twelve will it. You will still have these terribly ridiculous feelings that you will, once again, have to dissect like you are now. You grit your teeth and instead focus your boring gaze on James Fitzgerald's wrinkled forehead.

Wordlessly, you turn the radio knob towards you, muting the music so you can focus. Villanelle's contralto voice cuts through the silence like a blade and it takes her a few moments to realize what you've done.

"Hey! I was having fun!"

You roll your eyes, tapping your fingertips against the steering wheel.

"I wasn't."

Villanelle scoffs, feigning offense before leaning back. Aggressively, she adjusts her seat, allowing it to fully recline. She lays down, eyes glued to the car ceiling before crossing her arms over her chest petulantly.

You were ready to further accentuate her childishness as she muttered about how you were a 'party pooper,' but paused. James was getting up and walking towards his front door. He was letting someone inside, holy shit! This needed to be documented.

In the dark, you felt for your phone that was supposed to be on the console. Miscalculating, you reached over farther than necessary and instead grabbed—

Villanelle gasped, body arching forward.

Oh.

Your fingers gripped the flesh of her inner thigh, dangerously close to the hem of her shift dress. Blush immediately crawls over your cheeks and you become a stammering mess.

"Oh my god," you ramble, going to remove your hand. "I'm so sorry, Villanelle. I thought that—"

You don't get to finish your sentence. Her hand is over yours and she shoves your palm in between her legs. The wet cotton of her underwear greets your fingers and the heat it emits makes you flatline.

This wasn't real. None of this could be real.

"I know how you look at me."

The statement throws you off kilter and you gape like a fish. Were you that obvious? The idea makes you nauseous; how the hell did Villanelle know your feelings better than you could even comprehend them?

"Stop thinking," she husks and her confidence seems to spread to you like wildfire.

James Fitzgerald and his unannounced guest are long forgotten as you shift in your seat, turning to face Villanelle. Your finger pads inquisitively drag up the length of her clothed slit. Her breathing grows heavier the closer you stroke towards her clit. You can make out her teeth digging into her lower lip and the mischievous glint in her eyes as she stares back at you.

She’s begging you to keep her entertained.

Cautiously, you pull your hand away. The loss of contact squeezes a whimper from her throat, but it dies as she watches you slip two fingers between your lips. You suck slowly, refusing to break eye contact with her before releasing them with a soft pop. You don’t miss the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

“Are you going to behave?” Villanelle nods like a bobblehead, practically rutting her body closer to where your hand used to be.

You chuckle. “Good girl.”

Wet fingers glide up her bare leg, meeting at the junction just below her thigh and cunt. Gently, your fingers worm underneath the waistband of her underwear. Painfully slow, you tug them down so that they pool at her knees. They are soaked and the sound of the blonde’s panting is amplified in the enclosed quiet of the car.

"Oh baby," you taunt, watching as she presses her thighs together. You want to swallow her whole.

"Is this all for me?"

"Yes," she sighs out instantaneously, parting her legs as your hand connects back to her cunt.

Your middle finger delicately slides through Villanelle's folds, exploring her velvety flesh. Tracing circles around her labia, you finally brush just underneath her clit. She jerks forward, desperately chasing your touch.

"Villanelle." Her name is a warning on your tongue, tutting gently as you watch her squirm. Your middle finger is fixed in the same position and her fingers curl around your wrist.

"Be nice," she pleads and no matter what your plan was initially, you couldn't deny her further. You nod and gently, your middle finger sinks inside her.

Villanelle tenses momentarily, adjusting to the intrusion before relaxing. She squeezes your wrist, silently goading you to move. You comply, thrusting deeper inside of her.

Your finger moves leisurely at first, more so to savor the first-time feeling of her silky flesh enveloping you. Gradually, you pick up the pace. Her slick drools down the length of your finger and the obscene squelching makes you blush.

Thank god for the dark.

A stream of moans bubbles from Villanelle's throat as her fingernails dig into your wrist. Her other hand moves to her lips, her teeth sinking into the knuckle of her index finger to muffle herself. In response, your finger curls inside of her. She keens, her eyes rolling back as she shoves her hips forward.

"Don't do that," you chide, pumping against the spongy walls of her cunt. "I want everyone to hear how good I'm gonna fuck you."

Her gaze peeks through her lashes, blinking in surprise at the vulgarity of your statement. She's beautifully flushed and the image is seared into your mind. Your ring finger presses inside of her and she gasps, finally removing her hand from her mouth.

"Don't be mean," Villanelle mewls and you can't stop the smile tugging at your lips.

By now, the windows have fogged over in the car. The air between you has risen at least ten degrees higher and you match Villanelle's ragged panting, hyperfocused on every expression she makes. Her hair fans out like a golden halo, illuminating her furrowed brows and parted lips. You want to kiss her, but you instead settle for swiping your thumb across her clit.

Villanelle's chest heaves when you suddenly piston your fingers inside her. She sloppily pushes down to meet your thrusts while her head lolls back against the car seat. By the way her walls fluttered against your sheathed digits, you knew her orgasm was imminent.

James Fitzgerald's departure was also imminent.

Suddenly, the flash of headlights appears in your peripheral vision. A midsized sedan rushes past the front of your rental car. James is driving while his guest in question is in the passenger seat. Your eyes go wide; the memory of exactly why you and Villanelle were here to begin with hits you like a truck.

You withdraw your fingers from Villanelle's pussy and she cries out in both confusion and frustration. Scrambling, she pulls the seat back up so she can properly glower at you.

"What the fuck?" She yells, softening only slightly as she watches you suck your fingers clean before putting the car in drive.

"It's James," you start, pressing the defogger button near the bottom of the dashboard. "I'm gonna tail him."

"I was about to cum!"

You glance at Villanelle quickly as she complains, tossing a cocky smirk in her direction.

"I guess you'll just have to wait then."

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jakeysbuttsheeks · 5 months

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Jealous much?

Idk what but there's just something about Jake being all bratty and jealous

Warnings : adult content, profanity, sex , oral sex (fm rec), thigh riding, car sex , overstimulation

Parings : Jake X fem reader

18+ mdni

You and Jake had argued before heading out . A silly argument about what you wanted to wear and you weren't going to let him get his way .

So you wore what you wanted . It wasn't even that much , just a slim fitting short black dress with boots. He hated how low the neckline was . And when you argued that you dress up only for him , he said he would be on stage half the time and other men would be gawking at you instead .

Jake ignored you into the bar and went up straight to the stage and met everybody. Someone even got him a drink and they were already halfway through their first song.

He hadn't said a word to you the whole ride to the bar. And you knew he was going to be stubborn and sulking till you did something about it .

Jake and the band were playing for fun at a little bar that was owned by a friend just to have a little jam with all their friends. It was the weekend and the both of you were already late to the place as usual.

You had sat yourself not too close but right under Jake's nose . And even though he wouldn't look at you even once , you knew he was attentive to everything you were doing.

You'd ordered a drink for yourself and casually sat there and cheered them on , enjoying the music. Jake looked like he eased up and he was having fun.

Until they took a break and he went out with them to smoke , completely ignoring you . You scoffed .

They came back and Jake didn't look grumpy anymore. You knew he'd melt into you if you just made eyes contact with him . But you decide to play at this game too . You decided to ignore him back , just for a short while to keep him wrapped around your finger.

You didn't look at him , even when he was on stage . You could feel his eyes staring into you but you looked elsewhere, at all the other guys playing.

You were interrupted when someone came up to you and asked if he could buy you a drink. And you could feel Jake was staring daggers .

"I have a boyfriend" you smile back .

"now that don't matter it's just a drink" the guy said , unaware that your boyfriend was right in front of him on the stage .

"I guess not" you say with a smirk , knowing it would make Jake's blood boil .

The guy made small talk till your drink came and then he went away , expecting you to go after him but obviously you couldn't care less.

Instead you sat there talking sips of the drink the strange bought you and staring into Jake's eyes . And he was furious. You smirked in the rim of your glass knowing you had him where you wanted.

When it was time to leave , you met up with everyone and said bye , heading out with Jake who walked fast and didn't look at you.

Your car drove up and the two of you got into the back seat of the mini limousine, you slightly brushed his hip with your fingers was you walked past him , to have him craving your touch.

You got in and there was finally silence, no loud music and no crowd. Just the two of you . You turned the window to the backseat down , preventing the driver from looking back and started your plan you get under Jake's skin.

You turned up some light jazz music too that was just loud enough to block out any sounds . Jake knew what you were up to already, but he wanted to play hard to get .

You crawled over his lap , sitting yourself on him with your legs on either side of his right leg , your knee right by his crotch , facing him as he refused to meet your eyes.

"what's wrong?" You coo and he finally looks at you and then glanced down at your exposed cleavage.

"I told you not to wear that dress" Jake said , his jaw tight.

"aw jealous much?" You ask with a smirk and he tsked and looked out the window, ignoring eye contact again .

You lightly dragged your nails on his neck and let your hands slip into his half buttoned shirt and you could feel his breath pick up but he refused to look at you.

You ran your hands all over him , slowly down to his waistline and all over his chest and shoulders. You traced the light veins showing on his forearms and wrapped his arms around you before you ground down on his thigh.

Your dress had hiked up with you position on Jake , making your clothed heat have direct contact with his clothed thigh .

You leaned closer and pecked his jaw before running your tongue to his ear . You let out a soft moan in his ear as you ground down on him harder , he lightly held your waist like he was trying to stop you.

You sucked his earlobe , playing with his earrings loop in your mouth with your tongue and you felt him breathe heavier.

You began lightly kissing down his neck , leaving him lingering for more before sucking on his sweet spot , making his lips part slightly. You could tell he was having a hard time trying to ignore you.

You began whining as the need to cum took over you . Riding his deliciously thick thigh and moaning at the friction it created. Your hard nipples rubbed against his chest , creating more stimulation.

You moaned his name out loudly and arched into him as you came He finally turned his head at you, looking at you with half lidded lustful eyes.

"fucking slut" Jake spat before throwing you off him and onto the seat , hovering over you and pinning you down under him as he smashed his lips Into you with his tongue going right in and fucking with yours .

"your slut" you whine into his mouth and his is eyes grow dark and predatorish as he breaks the kiss .

He pulled down the low neck line of your dress causing your boobs to expose, his mouth immediately latched into one while he left the other untouched.

He let go of the elastic neckline of your dress causing it to snap back onto the skin under your boobs with your boobs still hanging out .

He grabbed both your tits and squished them together , sticking his tongue between them and lightly grazing the nipple making you arch into his face and moan loudly.

He held your tits together and pushed the nipples together , latching his mouth around the both of them at once and sucking and nipping at them .

He continued kissing your cleavage and leaving Hickies as his hand slipped between the two off you and went under your dress .

You buckled your hips into his fingers just as he touched your clothed cunt .

You whined as he pulled away and hiked your dress up further , lunging your panties down your legs and then tending to his pants , pulling his rock hard cock out and pumping it slightly. You moaned desperately at the sight .

He pushed fully into you wasting no time, making you arch off the seat into his chest . He slapped his hips into you rapidly making you moan out his name and cream all over his girth.

"fuck" Jake spat as the limo pulled you to your house already. Jake slipped out of you and quickly zipped up his pants.

He pulled your dress down and tucked your boobs back into your dress , grabbing your pantie in his fist and getting out of the car , helping you out as you were panting and shaking.

He helped you into the house as the limo drove away , wasting no time to practically tear your dress off you and start undoing his pants again. His cock was wet from your arousal.

He picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist as he pressed you against the wall , continuing to fuck you in the same pace as in the car . You clawed on his back and pulled on hair making him growl .

His pace slowed as he started to kiss you again , taking his time to passionately kiss you with his cock still inside you .

He carried you into the house and into the bed room , throwing you onto the bed and flipping your around to lie on your stomach before pulling your ass up at the edge of the bed with your face in the sheets .

He stood by the side of the bed , his crotch perfectly reaching your ass . He smacked his hand across your ass making you yelp and shake with anticipation.

"gonna be a slut for me?" Jake asks , gritting his teeth .

"yeah" you whine as you turn back to look at him . But you were struck with the sharp sensation of his cock burying deep inside you with a hard thrust , making you arch your ass out onto his cock .

"fuck" Jake spat as he fucked into you , watching your ass bounce off him and your arousal dripping down your thighs as you screamed out for him .

He spanked you again and you whined at the hot cold sensation that made your knees go weak .

He held your waist firmly as you tightened your walls around him , making him curse .

"fuck- I need to taste you" Jake panted as he pulled out of you again and you cry out in desperation.

He flips you on your back and gets down on his knees , spreading your legs open and licking his lips at the sight of swollen slick folds .

He kissed and sucked some of your wetness from your thighs before licking your folds gently , making you squirm .

He wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep you in place as he began eating you out , sucking on your clit and lapping at it. He teased your clenching hole with his tongue as his nose rubbed against your clit.

"fuck Jake I'm coming!" You screamed as an orgasm suddenly ripped through you and you came all over his face .

An evil chuckle of excitement left him as he continued into your folds as he ate you out and drank up as much of your arousal as he could , your legs tight around his head.

He came back up and gasped for breath , his face wet your juices . He wiped his face with the back of his hand . And you noticed some of his hair was damp of his shoulders too .

"Jake please" you whine as he , spread your legs again . Not really sure what you're begging for but all you know is that you need him.

"Yeah Honey" he soothed, contrary to his action of slapping your cunt at the same time , making you whine .

He pushed you further up the bed and got in-between your legs , throwing them over his shoulders as he ground his cock down into your folds and at this point you were screaming and whining for him .

He finally slipped himself in and started fucking you slow and hard , the angle he had you in had his cock hitting straight to your gspot .

"Jake! Fuck fuck fuck-" You cried out and dug your nails into his shoulders as you clenched around him tight , your orgasm building again.

"fuck yeah give it to me" Jake panted as he cursed under his breath , looking down at the way his hips slapped into yours and your tits bounce.

Your third orgasm ripped through you and you screamed out Jake's name as you squirted on his cock .

"give it to me baby fuck-" Jake repeated as he continued to fuck you , increasing his pace as he rammed into you .

Your eyes rolled back and your legs slid off his shoulders , wrapping around his waist waist as he leaned down and kissed you .

It was a sloppy kiss because his focus was on fucking you . You could tell he was close . You were whining and letting out pornographic moans from overstimulation.

It was embarrassing how fast you'd already reached your high again and this time Jake was right behind you .

You lost all sense of your surroundings as you came the fourth time and he continued to fuck into you . You'd reached your point of limit.

"I'm almost there baby you're taking me so well" Jake muttered breathless encouragements and all you could do was wail out as tears began to prick your eyes.

"such a good girl- I'm right there baby" Jake whined , you could feel him pulsating inside you , his thrusts desperate and his body trembling slightly .

He let out a couple of loud gaspy moans as he came undone , fucking his release deep into you as he rode out his high.

"holy shit" he hissed as he pulled out of your terribly overstimulated cunt .

"are you alright honey?" Jake asked breathlessly and you nodded while you struggled to keep your eyes open , your legs shaking violently .

"I've got you" Jake cooed and lay down next to you , pulling you into him and caressing your back .

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wooyoungmybelovedhusband · 7 months

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[8:09]

♡ Pairing : Park Seonghwa x Reader

♡ Trope : Established Relationship AU

♡ Genre : Filthy smut (hehe-)

♡ Word Count : 1.8k

♡ Summary : Getting on his nerves till he snaps (that is it, that's the summary)

♡ Warnings : Hard dom! Hwa (kinda), bratty! Reader, swear words, degradation kink, thigh slapping, Seonghwa speaks in Jinju dialect in this, mentions of safewords, name calling, Master kink.

♡ A/n : I AM BACK WITH ANOTHER BRATTY! READER SMUT, gosh I am obsessed with Hwa's satoori way too much, so that's what inspired this! It ain't that good y'all, but my horny brain loves this.

Seonghwa would have loved much to just have you behave during the dinner but you just had to throw tantrums when he was already exhausted. Poor Seonghwa, thought we would get to have a lovely dinner with his girlfriend and friends and then crawl into the bed with you to drown off to his sleep land. But all those patience he was famously known for had drained out too fast, the second you decided to throw a fit about having "no dresses" To wear for the party knowing well, you could make a house for your clothes.

You whined from your shared room, nagging at your boyfriend for the 20th time about how you'd rather stay at home than go out for a fancy dinner. But Seonghwa knew better than anything about your tactics, he also knew you were the one who had planned all this.

Seonghwa walks into the room, having already dressed himself in a not so formal but not casual dressing. He looked delicious in his tight leather jeans and turtleneck with the long overcoat, nonetheless. «"Baby, come on, you look amazing in that dress."» And indeed it was true, you looked amazing in that tight lacy black dress. Seonghwa wished he could just shut you up by shoving his cock down your throat, but he knew better than to lose his patience right now.

Your whining continues making his jaw tick in anger, but his eyes remain calm as ever. He walks over to your figure, you knew him well enough to know he gave a silent warning through his eyes to behave. But you just couldn't. His long slender fingers wrap around your waist, caressing you in a slow manner which makes shivers run down your spine.

«"Baby, let's just go with this dress, why don't we? You look so fucking gorgeous you know that?"» You knew this tone well, you wanted to dare and say no but decided it would be better to just say, «"Y-Yea."» You hated your tongue for stuttering while saying such a simple word but Seonghwa could care less about that.

But nevertheless, your feared facade was soon replaced by your whining yet again as you sulked in your seat next to him in the car. But Seonghwa had had enough of your bratty tactics, he barely glanced at you, deciding on focusing on the road rather than think about how much of a brag you were being.

«"Took you both long enough!"» Hongjoong exclaims, rather loudly, in the restaurant, finally catching the view of you. «"Probably were fucking into the sheets"» Wooyoung says not long after Hongjoong's words making San cackle out loud. Your face just heats up at the thought of getting railed by your boyfriend just before a dinner makes you get an adrenaline rush. Seonghwa just rolls his eyes at the off comment, already being more than used to it, just taking his seat next to you.

You could really just cum from the sight of your boyfriend right now. His jaw clenched while his hands were balled into fist, as he tried hard to remain calm and not bend you over the table in front of his friends and hundred other people in the restaurant.

You could feel his warm hand finally over your thigh, caressing your flesh warningly. And you hear him say, finally did he break his calm exterior as he whispers, «"Baby, Fucking behave."» Your lips visibly quiver, but you still manage to piss him off even more. You decide to not trust your voice, instead pushing his hand off your thigh making him cock an eyebrow at your audacity.

You probably had expected him to stay still during the whole dinner to finish, but your eyes bulge when you hear, «"We're leaving."»

Seonghwa had your hands pinned above your head, while stray tears rolled down your eyes. Your hips squirmed under his hold while he had your stomach pressed into the mattress. You whimpered under him, while his hands raked over your bruised thighs and ass.

«"I've had enough of you today, you brat. So fucking bratty aren't you, don't you just love to be put in your place."» He speaks degradingly in his satoori, making more wetness gush out of your hole. Seonghwa scoffs at you, his fingers coming down to swipe over your clip, collecting some of your arousal while you let out a loud moan about having felt some touch over your womanhood. Seonghwa had taken an oath to touch you anywhere but there, for an hour.

Your eyes well up in tears yet again, soaking the white cloth of the pillow he had shoved your face into.

But suddenly, you feel all the hands on you, move away, you hum in confusion which comes out like a whimper. But you could only let out more whimpers when you feel his hands wander back to your ass, moulding the flesh softly. «"Such a pretty body, it's a shame you're so fucking bratty, or I would have fucked this adorable ass of yours."» You could only whine in response, but you feel your heart drop when you feel the familiar cold metal sliding in between your ass.

«"Well, since I am generous, I'll let you keep your butt plug in this tight hole."» Whoever thought, Seonghwa wasn't freaky in bed, they were fucking wrong. You could feel the hard tip of the butt plug poke at your hole, the sensation wasn't new to you either but something about how Seonghwa so gently yet in a rushed way, shoved it up inside you made you scream. Your eyes roll back when he pushes at least half an inch of the plug in you, «"Master, too much, too much, please no more"» You beg whiningly, you can't help but close your eyes shut, trying to wiggle out of his grip only for him to slap his hands down on your thighs.

«"You're gonna take what I give you, brat. I've had enough of your slutty little mouth, so unless you want me to shove the gag ball in your mouth, I suggest you mind your words."» Your back visibly shudders from his words, knowing well, he would easily shut you up for the rest of the night without paying any mind.

«"Y-Yes"» You squeak out loudly when his hand comes down to slap at your bruised ass yet again, «"Yes what?"» «"Y-Yes master!"» You squeak as loud as you could, not wanting to get in trouble. Seonghwa's lips just curl at the corners, smirking at your state.

His hands nudge the plug very so slightly, causing you to moan from it loudly. Your hips wriggle in his hold, too sensitive to anything, you just needed his cock, needed him to pound into you but you knew better than to open your mouth right now.

His hands grip your hips and turn you around, roughly. Your eyes take a moment to savour the fact that your boyfriend had strippes to nothing, his big dick oh so visible to your eyes. You bite down your lips, trying to suppress the moan that threatens to fall from your lips when his fingers graze over your swollen clit.

His three fingers rub fast paced circles, spreading your arousal and just as arousal seeps out of you, your tears roll down due to the overwhelming stimulation. Your hips grind down on your hands, while your nails almost rip the white sheets of the bed.

You could barely keep count of how many times Seonghwa had edged you for an hour, the sensitivity making it harder for you to hold on to your orgasm. "Master, please, please, let me cum, wanna cum so bad" Seonghwa curses mentally from how desperate and pathetic you sounded, his dick twitching from your words.

«"Go ahead, princess."» He whispers next to your ear, sounding so soft and gentle almost making you forget, this was a punishment. Your heart flutters from how his hand caresses your curves gently, knowing how you were so sensitive during your orgasm. His gentleness swiftly makes you let out a loud moan as you release onto his hand, your eyes rolling back to your head while your thigh shudders slightly.

Once Seonghwa notices you're slowly coming down from your orgasm, his lips place a soft peck on yours before asking, «"Colour?"»

You decide to take a breath before answering, «"G-Green"» You say in a breathless manner, your pants loud and clear to him.

Seonghwa's demeanour changes so swiftly, you could feel your stomach flip due to it. His hands come back to hold your hips in a bruising grip, but this time, you feel his cock tease at your entrance. You whimper confusingly, you expected his hand to pull out the butt plug but his hands stayed in their place. ,«"Master-"» Before you could even finish your word, Seonghwa had shoved his entire length inside you, your cum and arousal acting as the best lube.

You scream from his actions, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist while your hands grip onto his shoulders. «"Don't worry about the butt plug, baby, gonna fuck you open tonight. Wouldn't you like that baby? Having your both holes used and fucked?"» Your tears barely dry up when new fresh hot tears roll down your eyes. The degradation makes your head cloudy while your whole body twitches because of Seonghwa.

His hips ram against yours, the sound of skin slapping filling the room as they harmonise with your loud moans. Seonghwa moans slowly when your pussy clenches around his length, making him twitch inside you. You could only question how strong his hips were from the way they slammed into yours making the bed creak at each thrust.

His hair sticks to his forehead and his fingers tweak at your nipples, hard. The butt plug almost slips out of you from the way you clenched, you could even feel the coil building up in your abdomen. You let out a cry, when Seonghwa gave you a particularly hard thrust which pushed you over the edge making you clench so hard around him. Seonghwa lets out a series of curses, his cock twitching not seconds later as his tip shoots ropes of cum into you.

His figure almost collapses next to you, panting as he tries to catch his breath.

«"Fuck, that was intense."» Seonghwa speaks, after finally catching his breathe, his hair was stuck to his forehead while his chest heaved. You could only hide your face into his neck, «"You sound so hot speaking in your accent."» You mumble slowly, knowing it was audible enough for him to hear it. «"Is it? My pretty baby got all hot and bothered by my satoori?"» Your cheeks heat up from his reading tone but you could care less about replying as your hands fly to wrap around his waist making him chuckle softly.

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darthannie · 7 months

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day three: choking with jackson rippner

pairing: jackson rippner x f!reader word count: 1,140 warnings: lots of choking, non-con, a/n: This one got away from me, but I hope you enjoy it. Also my first Jackson fic. Yay!!!

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Your friend’s bachelorette bar crawl had come to an end for you. You got to talking with a man at the bar and he guessed your go-to order in one try. He bought you a drink and during your conversation, you decided to go home with him.

Your short party dress was riding up your thighs as you sat in the passenger seat. You kept pulling it down but it wouldn’t give. You gave up and looked over at Jackson. The silence in the car was becoming thick. To remedy this you asked him how long he’d been living in the area.

“Just about a year,” he said.

You smiled wide, “Oh, me too! How do you like it?”

He sounded unsure when he said, “It’s fine. It’s very… quiet.”

“Yeah, I think that’s why I like to so much.”

“What do you do for work?”, he asked.

“I’m a teacher,” he hummed in acknowledgment. “What do you do?”, you asked.

“Nothing interesting,” he said nonchalantly.

You pressed, “Oh come on, it’s gotta be something interesting! Ooo, or something secret you can’t talk about.”

“More the latter.” He sounded serious, more than was warranted for such a lighthearted conversation.

“Wow. Mysterious,” you joked.

He pulled into his driveway and you both got out of the car. He unlocked the front door and let you inside.

You walked into a short corridor that led into the living room and kitchen. “Nice place,” you commented. It was nicer than where you were living, spacious.

“Thanks. Can I get you anything to drink?”, he offered.

“Water, please.” You were still a bit dizzy from all the drinking and you remembered you didn’t give a proper goodbye to your friend. You called her to let her know you were safe didn’t go into detail. Jackson walked back in with the water just as you were saying bye.

You took a sip of your water and sat on the couch, taking in your surroundings. The couch must have been expensive considering how comfortable it was. The more you looked around the more you realized his job might be more high-paying than you thought.

He sat beside you and asked about your friend and the bachelorette party. You filled him in on how you had started at a hotel room with strippers and ended up doing an impromptu bar crawl.

“Strippers?”, he cocked his head and laughed a bit.

“Yeah like male strippers. It was kind of silly. One was dressed as a firefighter. Well, a sexy firefighter,” you giggled as you remembered.

“Would you ever strip?”

“Me? Oh, no. No, I wouldn’t strip.”

“Not even for me?

“Jackson, we just met-“, you were blindsided.

“And you come to a stranger’s house to sit down and have a glass of water?”

You were shocked. This was not the man you met at the bar. “No, I’m not doing this,” you scoffed.

He threw back a, “No?”

“No. What the fuck. We just got here and you’re all of a sudden asking me to strip for you? Fuck that, I’m leaving.” You got up and swiftly reached the door. As you grabbed the door handle Jackson grabbed your shoulder to spin you so that your back was right up against the front door.

“Do I have to do it for you?”, he spoke to you like he pitied you; as if you didn’t understand what he was asking you to do.

But you did understand. He was using this moment to get a rise out of you. Instead of giving him what he wanted you remained silent. He quickly lowered the thin straps of your velvet dress.

You winced as his hands ran across your shoulders, pulling down your dress and exposing your breasts. He didn’t bother taking it off; he pulled up the bottom, let it scrunch around your waist, and took off your thong.

Jackson didn’t want to waste any more time. He pulled down his pants just enough and took out his cock. He lifted your leg in order to thrust in you, pushing you into the door as he did.

You tried to push back against him in an attempt to get away but he put his hand on your neck.

“Don’t fight me,” he said in a harsh whisper.

You tried to again and he squeezed your neck, making you let out a whimper. You always liked being choked during sex but that wasn’t something you wanted Jackson to know, however now he did and he wasn’t about to let it go.

“Did you just moan?” You didn’t respond and he tightened his grip. You moaned again and immediately regretted it.

“Oh you like that, huh?”, he started thrusting slowly. “A little slut like you likes getting choked, huh?”

He tightened his grip further and his pace got faster. You tried to get air in but it was getting more difficult as the seconds passed. He squeezed tighter and your legs gave out. “Where are you going?”, he said with a devious smile. He released his grip for a moment to let you breathe.

You were thankful for the break and you thought he would let up. He quickened his thrusts, fucking you into the door as he held you up by the neck.

“Jackson, you don’t have to do this,” you pleaded. He only closed his hand again, putting pressure on your neck.

“Shhh, no need to get all worked up. Just let it happen. It’s been a long time coming.” Your eyes widened. You couldn’t think straight as he fucked you silly. You wished he was a bit more forgiving with his grip as he approached his peak.

The feeling of him cumming in you was too good to resist. Your eyes shut and your mouth fell agape, partially trying to get some air in. He pulled out of you and moved away as he fixed his pants.

You slid down the door and onto the ground, feeling completely spent. Jackson walked back with a half-full glass of water and squatted down to your level.

He handed you the glass. “Drink up.”

You grabbed the glass and lifted your neck slightly to drink. Jackson thought he noticed something and grabbed your chin after you drank. He grabbed the glass and moved your head. He saw the red marks he left around your neck and for a moment felt at fault.

“We’re gonna take care of those before you leave, okay?”

You nodded and got up. You put your dress back in place and checked your phone. There were a couple of missed calls from your friend. You could’ve taken this moment to go to the bathroom, call your friend, and be out of there in five minutes. But instead, you sat at the kitchen table and asked for more water.

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en-rev · 13 days

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Enhypen x 8th Member Reader

Summary: You’re in the US on tour, but right now it's your day off. You, Niki, Jungwon, and Sunoo decided to go to Universal Studios. You’re spending the day together and having fun! Note: You're younger than Jungwon but older than Niki and your members love spoiling you. Also I just used a wheel spinner to decide a lot of things. It’s a bit long but I hope you guys enjoy it :)

Dragging your feet as you walk through airport security with your members, you slowly rock yourself on your heels to keep you awake as staff prepare to take you guys to your hotel. Glad that there were no fans or cameras you and your members began to relax as you were being taken to your car. As staff take everyone's bags, you and your members pile into the car half asleep and try to get comfortable. It’s a black van with tinted windows and you’re in the back between Sunghoon and Jake. In the row in front of you Niki, Heeseung, and Jungwon sit together while Jay and Sunoo have their own seats in front of them.

Barely awake, try to look out the window to take in the views LA has to offer on your trip to the hotel. Looking at the back of Niki’s head, you see him taking pictures of anything with lights and chuckle lightly while patting his head for a moment before laying back in your seat. Turning to your side you see Jake next to you with his eyes closed before he slowly rises from his seat slightly and blinks. You swear his eyes blinked at separate times but you were too tired to laugh or make any jokes. Laying your head back against the headrest you stare at the back of Heeseungs head as he's pretty much laying limp and only being held up by his seatbelt. Glancing at Sunghoon you flinch as you practically jump because he has the emptiest, most unseeing stare in his eyes. Brows furrowing you turn away and try to get comfortable again while trying to sneak a picture of Sunghoon being empty headed. Deciding to take a quick nap you throw your leg over Jake’s, knowing he wouldn’t mind and fall asleep.

Sleep was seducing, so much so that whenever anyone ever tried to wake you up, they couldn't. Yes you would eventually get up, but it was difficult. Sometimes you wouldn’t even actually be awake when someone woke you. Instead it was like you were some sleepwalking semi-functioning person, and whenever any of the members tried talking about it, you had no memory. Feeling someone shaking your shoulder, you kept pushing them away before finally getting up. As your eyes adjust to the light your brows furrow as you slowly get up from a bed… “Where am I?” you ask as you turn to see who was shaking you. Niki laughs and shakes his head, knowing that earlier you were in your sleep zombie state. “We made it to the hotel, don't you remember? You helped with the luggage and everything.” he explains as he chuckled into his hand before pointing to the mini table in your room. “The others already ate but we ordered you food. Jakes downstairs swimming so I’m gonna go check it out.” stated while checking out your room before waving bye. Stretching, your bones pop as you yawn before getting up to devour the food they left for you.

After finishing your skincare routine and blow drying your hair, you decided to go knock on your member’s doors and see who's doing what. First you skip over to Sunoo, Heeseung, and Jungwon’s room. Knocking, you wait at the door patiently while looking at your slippers, you hear shuffling behind the door and try to press your ear against it to hear better. As the door opens you smile at Sunoo’s weary look as he opens the door, “Can I come in?”. Walking in you look around and see that already the room was messy and you remembered the perks of being the only female member meant getting your own room, always. Sitting on one of the beds, you smile as you see Heeseung laying down on his stomach while he scrolls on his phone. Feeling playful you crawl over to him before laying down on him with your back against his. He groans, at the sudden feeling of your weight on him, but he doesn’t protest. Your members always put up with you and you’re glad they treat you nicely.

“So what are you doing here instead of your own room?” Sunoo asks as he sits down on the bed near you while on his phone. “I wanted to see if anyone had any plans for tomorrow since it's a free day.” you admit, rolling off of Heeseungs back. He suddenly remembers the feeling of being able to breathe air normally and is grateful, but still is on his phone. Looking up, he sits down for a moment and catches your attention, “I’m going shopping and I think Jay is joining me. I wanted more clothes since I don’t really have anything that suits my style right now.” Nodding you turn to Sunno and unconsciously your head tilts as you ask, “What about you?”. He looks up and shrugs, “I don’t really have anything planned.” he admits. “We should do something.” you chirp, excited as you think about all the things you could do. Hearing a door creak, the three of your heads turn to the bathroom door where Jungwon stands in his pajamas, drying his hair with a towel. You smile and pat the bed space next to you, “What’re you guys talking about?” he asks while sitting down next to you. “We're trying to make plans for tomorrow, are you doing anything?” Sunno replies while stretching. “Oh, Niki and I are thinking about going to Universal Studios, do you guys want to come?” he asks, thinking that it would be something the two of you might enjoy. Your eyes widen, and you immediately hug him, “Hell yeah I will, thank you.” Turning to Sunoo for confirmation, “You’re coming too right?” he nods and you smile. “I'm gonna go to bed then, wake me up an hour before it’s time to leave.” you state while blowing them an air kiss and waving goodbye as you head back to your own room.

Entering your room you practically skip to your luggage to pick your outfit for tomorrow. You would need something comfortable because you would be doing a lot of walking, but you still wanted to be fashionable. Sorting through your clothes you settled on a cute babydoll style top with one of your favorite pairs of jeans, knowing it would be warm during the day and cool in the evening. Setting a cute pair of sneakers to the side of your outfit, you nodded to yourself before putting together accessories you would wear with it before getting a small purse ready for tomorrow with your essentials.

After taking a shower, you were sitting at the desk in your room blow drying your hair when you heard a knock on the door. Switching the blow dryer off you head over to the door, peeking through the peephole to see Jay standing there with his hand on his hip as he waits. “What brings you over here?” you ask as you opened the door and motioned for him to come in. “I heard you’re going to Universal Studios tomorrow so I came to give you this.” he explains, handing you a power bank. “Because your phone is always dying and you get lost too often.” he semi-scolds you as he checks out your room. You smile as you thank him and pull him into a half hug before putting the bank into your bag. “Don’t tell me you’re going to sleep with your hair wet.” he sighs, prepared to give you a scolding. “No, you caught me in the middle of blow drying my hair.” you laugh, pointing to the desk where your blow dryer lied. “Here, sit down.” he motions you over to the chair as he grabs your brush. Sitting down you looked at him through the mirror in front of you, analyzing him as he grabbed the blow dryer and switched it on. Looking at him fondly through the mirror you smiled unconsciously as he focused on blow drying your hair for you, sectioning it and brushing it. “What’s that smile for?” he asked, raising a brow at you as he caught you smiling in the mirror. You laugh lightly and bring your hand to your chin, “Just appreciating you is all.” you admit as he blows cold air into your face for a moment, causing you to laugh.

When he finished doing your hair, you convinced him to stay a little longer to do face masks together. The both of you were laying on your bed in the dark as you had your laptop open with a movie playing. Watching the movie and chatting together for almost an hour, you eventually fell asleep. Jay noticed when you slumped over and your snores started to fill the room. Chuckling softly to himself he carefully gets out of the bed, shutting your laptop before setting it on the nightstand next to him. Rubbing his eyes he yawns, drowsiness hitting him as he makes sure everything is set for you to sleep peacefully. Checking on you one last time, he fixes the pillows around you, and pulls the blanket over you to tuck you in. Gently moving stray strands of hair from your face, he whispers a goodnight before leaving back to his own room, knowing that he should get some rest if he’s going to go out shopping tomorrow.

Snoring quite loudly, you were knocked out as you cuddled into the pillows next to you. The blankets were half on you and half on the floor as you slept peacefully. In the room next door, Jungwon was barely functioning as his alarm woke him up. He laid in bed and stared at the ceiling for a solid 5 minutes before rolling out of bed, knowing they had to get ready. He stretched as he walked to the bathroom, finishing his business before waking up Sunoo. Sunoo was trying to wake himself up more by scrolling through his phone for a bit. “I’m gonna go make sure Niki and Y/n are awake.” he told Sunoo before heading over to Jake and Niki’s room. He knocks on the door and waits for a moment before hearing someone come to the door. Niki slowly opens the door, eyes half open and hair a mess. Staring at each other for a moment, they just laugh at each other’s freshly awoken looks. “Just wanted to make sure you’re awake, I’m about to go wake Y/n” Jungwon explains, ready to walk away before Niki stops him. “Wait, I still have her key from yesterday. I’ll go with you to wake her up.” Niki rushes as he puts on a shirt to help Jungwon, knowing that you were difficult to wake up.

Heading over to your room, they knock first to be polite. Looking at each other knowingly, they could already tell that you weren’t awake. Niki slips out the key from his pocket and uses it to open the door. The two boys walked in slowly, but after hearing your snores they knew they were in the clear. Niki laughs as he finds the state you’re in before pulling out his phone to take unflattering pictures of you as you slept. Jungwon laughs lightly at the younger one’s antics before he attempts to wake you up. “Y/n” he speaks sternly, watching to see if you would begin to stir. Your snores stop for a moment, the two looking at each other in surprise. Though, they were quickly disappointed when you began snoring again, they should’ve known that it wouldn’t be that easy. Sighing, Jungwon begins to push your shoulder lightly, “Y/n, it's time for you to wake up.” The both of them stare at you for another moment before you softly spoke, “Five more minutes.” Niki giggles slightly as he knew that you would try your best to go back to sleep. Jungwon shakes his head lightly before nodding his head to Niki slightly, signaling to him that it’s his turn to try. Nodding, he rubs his hands together before leaping onto the bed, jumping right on you.

Groaning at the sudden feeling of being crushed, you open your eyes to see Niki above you. “Wake up, we got places to be!” he excitedly shouted. You groaned, pushing his face away hoping he would leave you alone. “10 more minutes.” you whispered, almost snoring again. Niki’s smile drops from his face and he looks back at Jungwon who just laughs at how defeated he looks. Niki turns back to you and gets another idea. Laying next to you, he begins to roll his body over yours to the space next to you, before rolling back the other direction. He repeatedly does this to bother you, knowing you would wake up from him. Sitting up you groan, “Nikiiiiiiiii, I’m tired.” you pout, still sleepy. “Sleep can wait, you need to get ready so we can go to Universal.” he spoke sternly, hoping that you would stay awake. Your ears perked and your back straightened as your eyes widened in excitement. You raise your hand to give him a high five, “Yeah lets go! Let me get ready.” you claimed as you practically jumped out of bed, suddenly energized. As they go to exit your room you turn around quickly, “How did you guys get in here?” you questioned with a raised brow, not remembering giving your key to anyone. Niki bolts out of the room with Jungwon in tow and you sigh at their antics.

You quickly got ready since everything was prepared the night before. Grabbing everything you needed, you headed over to knock on Jungwon’s door. As soon as you approached though, Jungwon, Sunoo, and Heeseung were already coming out the door. “Morning” you smiled at them, already excited for the day. Sunoo complimented your outfit quickly before Heeseung said they were going down to the lobby to meet everyone else for breakfast. Nodding you all headed down to the lobby to see Niki, Jake, and Sunghoon talking as Jay was ordering food for everyone. Sitting down in front of Sunghoon, the others sit next to you as everyone waits for breakfast. Jay sits next to Sunghoon, in front of Sunoo who is next to you and greets everyone.

You’re chatting with Sunoo, talking about how the both of you want to try and go on all the rides at Universal Studios. “We definitely need to go to the Jurassic World one. Maybe we should start at the bottom and work our way up, we might beat the lines.” you discuss, trying to think of what is the best way about going around the park. Sunoo nods while googling what rides they have and cool photo spots. “Oh you’re going to Universal Studios too?” Sunhoon chirps in, asking both you and Sunoo. You both smile and nod, “Yeah, we thought it would be fun.” you explain as he begins to hand you something. “Here, you’ll probably need these since the sun bothers you.” he explains as he hands you a pair of sunglasses that he had on his head. “Thank you!” you exclaim, taking them and putting them atop your head, not telling him that you actually already had a pair in your bag. You loved being spoiled, especially since they often tease you. Sunoo pouts playfully at Sunghoon, “What about me hyung? Are you gonna give me a pair too?” he asks as Jay laughs at the scene unfolding before him, Heeseung also glancing over. “Hey, you’re older. You should know what you need or not.” Sunghoon teases Sunoo to which he scoffs at him. Everyone laughed at the scene before getting excited that the food arrived.

When everyone is done with their breakfast You, Niki, Jungwon, and Sunoo bid the rest of the members goodbye. Heading to a van that the staff prepared for you, you walk side by side with Niki before sitting next to each other. Honestly, the two of you were somewhat nerds. Sometimes the others would tease, but the both of you always understood each other. “I’m totally gonna get a robe and wand when we get there.” you giggled, just thinking about your childhood fantasies that were about to come true. “I was gonna do the same thing!” he chimed, grabbing your hand as the both of you giggled with each other. Jungwon occasionally was looking back at the two of you, making sure everything was orderly and occasionally just listening in on your conversation. Sunno, next to Jungwon, was taking a nap with his headphones in during the car ride. As you and Niki calmed down after talking about all the cool things they would have, you stretched out your arm, trying to take a picture of the sleeping Sunoo. Niki giggles as you snap some pictures and Jungwon just shakes his head as he knew sleeping around the two of you was a bad idea. “We should probably take a nap until we get there, we’ll walk a lot.” you admit, thinking about conserving your energy. Niki agrees and the two of you doze off to sleep. Unknown to the both of you, Jungwon snaps a picture of you both, your head on Niki’s arm snoring lightly, and Niki’s head against the tinted window. He laughs before trying to take a nap himself.

“No, way…” you stare in awe at the Universal Studios spinning globe. This was definitely a ‘you made it moment’ for you. Hitting Niki’s arm lightly in excitement, you point to it, “We all need a picture there now!” marveled, excited that you all were finally here. “Yah, calm down.” Sunoo giggled, finding your excitement amusing as you dragged the three of them to take a photo. Standing between Sunno and Jungwon, you put on the shades Sunghoon gave you and hold up peace signs. Once the four of you were finished, you were finally heading towards the gates. Scanning your tickets, the four of you went in smoothly and immediately were in front of the main store. Running inside, Niki follows behind as Jungwon and Sunoo take their time following the two of you as they chat. Niki stares at a wall full of The Simpsons plushies, “I’m going to buy all of this.” he motions, a look of awe on his face. “OH MY GOD LOOK!!! FROM THE MINIONS!!” you exclaimed, holding up a plushie backpack from the movie. “I’m buying this.” you gushed before your eyes wandered elsewhere. “Niki look!” you pointed excitedly to another section of the store where it was purely filled with Harry Potter merch. The two of you quickly searched the area for the cloaks you two were talking about earlier. Seeing a wall full of them, your mouth dropped and you immediately went to try a slytherin one on. Niki follows in suit and the both of you are laughing as you put on the hood. Seeing Jungwon and Sunoo in the corner of your eye you wave at them and call them over. “You two should get one with us.” you beamed while Niki agreed. “Only if you get these with me.” Jungwon bargained, holding up a pair of minion goggles. You laughed before shaking hands with him as he handed you a pair. Niki is already on the search for a gryffindor robe for Jungwon. “Sunoo, you’re definitely a ravenclaw.” you spoke as you handed him a robe to try. “How does it look?” he questions as he checks himself out in the mirror, fixing his hair before pulling out his phone to take a quick picture. “You know you always look good.” you playfully roll your eyes at him before posing behind him to photobomb him.

Honestly, that store was dangerous. You’ve barely gone into the park and already you spent half of the money you set aside for today on a robe, wand, backpack, and goggles. As the four of you head farther into the park your eyes caught the hogwarts castle in the wizarding world area. Mouth agape you were stunted to see how the castle looked in person. Already agreeing with the others that you would head there last, you had to contain your excitement for the area later. Having already shoved everything you bought into the unicorn backpack, you were following the boys around as they stopped to play the games they had in the Simpson’s area. You and Sunoo were laughing at Jungwon and NIki who were playing the games. Recording Jungwon as he threw basketballs, you and Sunoo were practically red from laughing as he threw them. Never had you seen anyone throw them the way he does. As the two of them collected their prizes you all headed down the escalators, deciding you would all get on the Transformers ride first.

You were more excited about Jurrassic world and the Mummy ride at the lower level, so you thought it would be best to try out the Transformer one first. As you all walked through the line, you were taking pictures of all the artifacts and cool designs on the line. It was amazing how much detail they went into to replicate the movies into the line before the ride. As you all approached the front you all took a quick picture together, posing in the 3d glasses that they gave you. When the car vehicle looking thing approached, you all slid into the row and pulled down on the lap bar. Throughout the ride, all of you were laughing and having a good time as the ride tossed the four of you around. It was honestly such a cool experience, and one of the best 3D rides you’ve gone on. Exiting the transformers area huddled on over to the Jurassic world ride. Waiting in the semi-long line, the four of you were playing games with each other. You downloaded charades and the four of you were laughing when occasionally a member would hilariously act out the wrong thing. “Here, let's take a picture.” you motion to your members as you get closer and closer to the front of the line Agreeing, they all gather next to you, Niki standing behind you, his height allowing him to still be seen, Jungwon to your left, and Sunoo to your right. Your low-key security begins to snap pictures as you guys pose, hearts, dinosaur attempted hands, and one where you and Niki were pretending to be dinosaurs biting Jungwon and Sunoo. After your photo op session, you were laughing as you looked through the pictures, putting your phone to charge as you noticed your battery was low. “Is that Jay’s power bank?” you hear behind you, causing you to freeze.

Waiting for the boat looking vehicle, you guys played rock, paper, scissors to decide who would sit with who. Niki and Sunoo win, meaning you sat right between them. Jungwon sits beside Sunoo, and he’s playfully teasing Sunoo as the ride begins. As the ride takes you up, you look at Niki, thinking that already there would be an enormous drop. Niki just laughs at your reaction as you grab onto him and Sunoo. The ride goes over the hill and only does a small drop as the Jurassic park theme song plays and your face blooms in a red hue from embarrassment. Niki pokes your side in a playful manner, finding it funny how easily embarrassed you were. Heading towards this large tank looking area, the four of you looked in awe at the large dinosaur that swam. Entranced, you found it amazing how they were able to do something like this. As it swam, water was sprayed from the top of the tank, soaking you and Niki along with everyone else who sat on the left side of the boat in the rows behind you. Mouth agape in shock, you wipe the water off your face and Sunoo bursts out laughing at the both of you. Niki was gagged and was running his hand through his hair in an attempt to tame it. The ride continued and before entering a building, two small dinosaurs appeared and sprayed water at everyone on the right side of the ride, including Jungwon and Sunoo. Laughing at their facial expressions, you and Niki high fived each other. The boat took you all higher, and you were gripping onto the bar that held you down. Yes, you liked thrilling rides, but that didn’t mean that your stomach didn’t drop. The ride’s alarms blared, as it replicated the feel of escaped dinosaurs, and your heart raced in excitement. Your eyes scanned the area, taking in all the details they put into the ride. Interrupted by a loud roar, everyone looked up and screamed as the marge dinosaur from the movie was above you all in the ceiling, seemingly attempting to lower itself to reach you guys. Gripping the bar even tighter, Niki leans into you as you lean into Sunoo in some strange attempt to escape the dinosaur. Immediately, the ride leads to the large drop, and everyone is screaming as the boat plummets towards the large pool area. Grabbing each other, the four of you scream in excitement as you’re all splashed by the water.

Laughing as you all got off the ride, you were grateful that the ride was saving you from the heat. Messing with some of the merchandise, you all decided to rush to the mummy ride and get lockers to put your items in. Shoving your giant unicorn backpack into the locker, you all finally get into line. It’s fairly short and you’re already inside, chatting with each other. Turning at a corner, there is this small hole in the wall that people were sticking their arms into earlier. “Hey, you should do it.” you sang out, patting Sunoos back as you motion to the hole. “No, absolutely not. I don’t know what's in there.” he shakes his head in reply. “Hyung, you can do it, please?” Niki and Jungwon chime in, in an attempt to convince him. Sighing he gives in, “Ok..” he straightens his shoulders slightly, preparing to stick his arm in. Jungwon immediately pulls out his phone and begins to record waiting to see how things would play out. As he sticks his arm in, he reaches to the back, crouching slightly to reach all the way. Feeling a sudden and loud puff of air he screeches and pulls his arm back immediately. Embarrassed at how loud he screeched, he brought his hand to his mouth and quickly tried to hide behind Niki who was in front of him. The three of you were laughing, not expecting him to react so loudly. Patting Sunoos back you comfort him as you continue to giggle. Jungwon ended up sending the video to a shared group chat between all the members as you all got closer to the front of the line.

Resorting to another game to decide who would sit next to who, you were in between Jungwon and Niki as Sunoo sat on Niki’s other side. Staff ensured that the bars were locked in place and the ride began. Jungwon was cheering, excited for the ride, “Let’s go!!”. You laughed and followed in suit, copying him before the ride took you all into another room with a bunch of mummies. It was honestly really cool and exciting. As it showed a guy getting ganged up on by bugs, you screeched feeling something touching your ankles and did your best trying to lift your feet from the ground. The others reacted similarly, not expecting something like that to happen. You and Jungwon were holding hands as the ride continued, as he brought you comfort. The ride stopped suddenly before shooting across at high speeds. Suddenly it was a roller coaster with all these twists and turns and the four of you were screaming with excitement. Still holding onto Jungwon’s hand, you bring your free one up into the air and scream in joy. The roller coaster slowly comes to a stop and you think the ride is about to be over before it suddenly goes backwards even faster. You bring one hand to grip the bar that's holding you down as you continue screaming, Sunoo doing the same. As the ride comes to a stop and you get out of the seats, you guys are talking about how you all enjoyed the ride. Grabbing your things from the lockers you all head up to the higher level where the other attractions were.

You all were chatting, trying to see what you guys wanted to do next before deciding to try the Hollywood tram. Heading over, you all chilled in line and were looking back at the photos you’ve taken throughout the day. Putting your unicorn backpack on your chest, you handed Sunoo your phone and convinced him to take pictures of you. He was laughing at all the poses you were doing since you weren’t trying to be serious, and Jungwon joined you. Both of you put on your minion goggles and were hugging as you pretended to be minions. Calming down, you all got to chatting, “Do you guys know what Sunghoon and Jake are doing today?” you ask, not remembering whether or not you knew of their plans. Niki couldn’t take you seriously with your minion goggles and just kept shaking his head at the ground as he laughed. “I think they were going to go out shopping, but not with Heesung and Jay.” Sunoo tried to recall his conversations with them. “Sunghoon probably won’t buy anything, he’s too indecisive.” you sigh out, remembering the sunglasses he let you use earlier. “Jay is also probably treating Heeseung to a feast.” you laugh at the thought while the others agree with you. Checking your phone, you open a message seeing a selfie that Heeseung took of himself and Jay. Liking the photo in the chat you send one of yourself in your minion goggles, making duck lips as you look down at the camera, holding up a peace sign. Waiting on the phone for a bit, you smile as you see another message roll in, a selfie of Jake and Sunhoon as they shop. ‘Think of me as you shop 😙’ you send to the chat playfully before closing out and continuing to chat with the others.

Exiting the tram area, you all were briefly talking about which parts were your favorite. Your’s was the subway disaster one, while the boys were trying to figure out which one they liked the most. “Okay, let's go to the Harry Potter area.” Jungwon announced, clapping his hands as he pointed to the area. “Yes!” you jumped as you cheered, quickly walking on to the area. Niki was just as excited, and out of your backpack you were grabbing the robe and wand you bought earlier. Standing in the front of the wizarding world section, you all were wearing your robes and you put away your minion goggles into your backpack for now. Although you looked a little silly with a unicorn backpack on top of your slytherin robe, you were happy in the presence of your members. Immediately, you all wandered over to a stand where they were selling butterbeer. Slapping the arm of the member next to you, you pointed to the stand, “They have butterbeer!” you exclaimed while shaking Niki. He smiles and lightly patted you back in excitement. “We should probably eat first, then we can ride the rides after.” Jungwon spoke, interrupting your train of thought. Agreeing you all head inside to the restaurant they had and ordered a large family meal to share. Sitting down, you all were talking before you each dug into your food. Once you were done, you all had quickly ordered some butterbeer to try, you and Sunoo got a frozen one since it was warm out while Jungwon and Niki got the regular one. Taking pictures before you all tried it, you each looked at each other to see what the others thought before laughing, seeing how you all had a white foam mustache above your lip. Taking another picture of everyone you admit to the others, “I think it’s a bit too sweet but I’m still gonna drink this.” Sunoo nods, agreeing with you as he tries another sip out of his cup. “This is definitely gonna hit hard later.” Jungwon sighs out, making Niki burst out laughing before you all head over to the main harry potter ride.

Standing in line, you and Niki were geeking out over the details they put into the castle and the line itself. You both were taking pictures of everything, not knowing that Jungwon was secretly taking pictures of you both to the group chat teasing you both. As you guys got closer to the front of the line, you entered a room full of talking paintings. Everyone in the room was amazed and everyone took the chance to record or take pictures of them. Feeling playful you turned to Niki in an attempt to get a compliment or sweet remark for him, “If I was a talking painting, would I be your favorite?” He let out a sigh before turning to you with a dead serious look, “I’d probably get rid of you in a yard sale.” Mouth agape you slapped his back lightly, “Hey!” you whisper yelled as the others laughed at your antics. “It’s okay Y/n, I’d buy you with my pocket money.” Jungwon smirks as he pulls out 8 cents from his pocket. Crossing your arms you let out a sigh, “This is borderline bullying. This is why Sunoo is my favorite.” you retorted, linking arms with Sunoo as you cling onto him, making everyone laugh. Approaching the front of the line you all played another game to decide where you sat. You sat at the very edge next to Niki who was seated next to Jungwon. In the rectangle shaped vehicle thing, you were hanging onto the handles on the bar that held you down. As you were all lifted up into the air you all yelped, Sunoo’s the loudest causing you to laugh as you tried to look at the other members, but the bar prevented you from doing so. Niki noticed and instead grabbed your hand as a way to make you feel more secure. Thankful, you squeezed his as the ride continued. You were in awe as you saw the different details of the movie, especially the dragon since they were your favorite mythical creatures. The ride flipped you all upside down, swung you side to side and took you through exciting parts of the ride. Entering a dark room you screeched as giant spiders jumpscared you all, and continued to do so as you saw a bunch of dementors. Eventually, the ride came to an end and you all were laughing as you were talking about each other’s reactions to certain parts of the ride. Entering another gift shop, you all decided to look around. Seeing a bunch of pygmy puff plushies, you secretly grabbed a bunch before heading to the register. Buying one for yourself and one for each members, you shoved them into your backpack to surprise them later.

Having had fun in the wizarding world section, you had all spent quite some time using your interactive wands and re-riding some rides. Yawning softly, you began to nuzzle into the harry potter scarf you bought to complete your look. Jungwon notices the sleepy loon in everyone's eyes and takes initiative, “Since we rode everything, why don’t we head back to the hotel and meet up with the others.” Agreeing, you all headed out of the park and realized just how tired you all were. As you all piled into the car, you immediately used your scarf as a neck pillow and cuddled into Jungwon who sat next to you this time as he gave Niki his seat to give him more leg room. Falling asleep almost immediately, you snored lightly as Jungwon placed a hand on your head, rubbing it gently as he scrolled through his phone. He eventually gave in to his drowsiness and leaned his head on top of yours, phone falling into his lap. Everyone was asleep and one of the staff decided to snap a quick picture, seeing that it would be a cute one to include if this day were to be turned into a vlog.

Back at the hotel, you all headed back to your rooms to freshen up before meeting again before dinner. You had showered and were in some lounge clothes before you all met in Jay and Sunhoons room since the food was delivered there. Sitting at a table that was in the room you all enjoyed the meal, and all chatted about what you did throughout the day. Jungwon was revealing all the funny stories about what you guys did today and Jake was talking about what he bought today. Heeseung chimed in laughing, talking about how Jay was trying on a bunch of cowboy hats and set everyone laughing. “I really wanted one but my head is too big.” he ranted, while pointing to different parts of his head. Calming down you reached down to the bag you brought into the room, “I bought you all something. So you all have something to remind you of me, cause I know you missed me so much.” You joked as you grabbed into the bag and pulled out the pygmy puff plushies you bought earlier. Immediately Sunghoon started laughing at the small creature thing and the others were shaking their heads at the small creature. Jake holds his up to your face before laughing, “It looks just like you.” he claims, making the others laugh. “Yeah, I’ll always see your face when I look at this.” Heeseing chirps in, tossing it up lightly and catching it. Pouting at them playfully, you sit back down to finish your drink as the others play with their plushies, Sunoo taking selfies with his.

As you laid down in your bed ready to go to sleep, you heard a knock at your door. Getting up, you peeked through the peep-hole before opening the door for Jake. “What brings you over here? Did you miss me already?” you joked, crossing your arms as you leaned against the door frame. He laughed, “No, I have that plushie to deal with that. I actually came to give you this.” he hands over a flower shaped keychain thing. “Idk what it's supposed to be for but you can tie it on your jeans, a bag, or use it as a keychain.” he stated, as he put his hands into his pocket. “Thank you, you didn't need to.” you smile, happy at the fact he thought of you earlier. “I wanted to, now go to sleep. We got a long day tomorrow.” he commanded playfully, pointing a finger at you. You playfully saluted in response, “Yes sir.” He chuckled before heading back to his room, you were about to close the door before Jay startled you. “Oh my god where did you come from?” you gasped, holding your chest. He laughed at you before handing you a small box, “This door makes a blind spot Anyways I got this for you earlier since you’ve been talking about it recently.” he explains, waiting for you to open the box. Opening it, your eyes widen at the sight of a necklace with a pendant of your first name initial. Looking back up to him you bring him in for a hug, “This one is like yours. Oh my god thank you Jay, this is so sweet.” you thank him, looking back at the necklace. The both of you enter the room and you stand in front of a mirror, “Put it on please?” he nods as you move your hair and he works to place it on you properly. “We’re kinda matching since I have one that is similar.” he noted as he looked at it through the mirror. “Thank you Jay, really. You spoil me too much.” you say as you admire the necklace. He sighs out, “I know, I really gotta stop.” You playfully glare at him, making him laugh as he begins to braid your hair unconsciously. He was always taking care of you. Handing him a scrunchie to tie off the end of the braid, you patted your shoulders before he sent you off to bed. You laid down and prepared to sleep as he turned off the lights for you, “Goodnight.” he called quietly. “Goodnight.” you chirped back as you heard the door close, drifting into your much needed sleep.

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LAST KNIGHT IN SOHO | Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Reader [3]

description: With Marc and Steven captured by Harrow's men, Layla has no choice but to work with her ex-husbands mistress to get them and the scarab to safety. But things take a turn when Seth comes to reap his reward. word count: 9.4k trigger warnings: GORE, blood, Dove absolutely wrecks the jackals I won't lie. Very explicit imagery used for their deaths. Swearing. Layla thinks Dove is the mistress and is angry, talks of dove not owning her body anymore, talks of having bodily autonomy taken away. Quick hint at Dove's dark past. main masterlist | series masterlist

authors note: I hate writing action scenes so if this seems rushed or bad I'm sorry, action is not my strongest point!

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She watched as Steven was led in cuffs to the black BMW that gave away no hint at being a real police car, eager to scramble back into his apartment from off the moss covered rooftop that had her second death of the week written all over it.

Layla was quick to hop back inside behind her, nearly shoving her out the way to get to her backpack.

“They wouldn’t kill him, would they? Marc said-” The younger woman started, trailing after Layla like a lost dog. This was way out of her depth. The way Marc had described it made it seem like he had it under control. About as under control as Egyptian Gods and resurrecting dead people goes, that is. He had said nothing about his ex-wife showing up or Steven being taken hostage by police impersonators.

Layla stopped at the sound of her husband’s name leaving the girl’s lips.

“Mention Marc one more time and you are walking to wherever Harrow is taking him, you hear me?” Layla seethed, looking at her with eyes cold as ice despite being a beautiful, warm brown.

Dove choked on her words for a moment, swallowing whatever she was going to come back with and instead choosing to nod once.

“Yes- Sorry-”

“Good,” The woman hissed, turning on her heel and heading for the front door. “And remember what I said about talking,”

“Gotcha- right,” She stammered in reply. Layla was more intimidating than Marc had been, more than Donna even. He was annoyed when they’d spoken, sure. Cold? Absolutely. But to Layla, she was actively a pest. A bug. A rodent that had crawled into her marriage bed and weaselled her way into her husband’s life. Which wasn’t true of course. But she understood that Layla had more than enough reason to be upset with her.

Heading after the woman, hot on her heels, she bit her tongue the entire minute they spent in the elevator, neither of them willing to start a conversation with the other. Whether it be pride (Layla) or sheer wanting to avoid getting punched in the stomach (Dove), the two women stayed silent until the metal box dinged and released them from the horribly tense atmosphere.

Layla set off for her moped that she’d parked on the road, unlatching the red leather seat upwards to reveal a spare helmet in the cubby. Shoving the smooth, maroon hard hat into the younger woman’s arms, Layla strapped her own onto her head and swung a leg over the caboose.

Dove followed suit, hopping onto the back, her arms faltering slightly as she looked for some kind of handle to hold onto.

“What now?” The driver’s annoyed voice snapped as she caught on to the fussing from behind her.

“Where do I put my arms?” Said a quiet tone, hating the helplessness in her voice yet the embarrassment was too much for her to have asked otherwise. Layla rolled her eyes, grabbing the woman’s hands and bringing them around her waist.

“Just hold on,” She ordered, a hum of energy blasting into the engine as she kicked off the curb and set off. The motor jumped to life, and the two women were speeding after the fraudulent fed car in no time. She clutched onto the front woman for dear life; she had always hated amusement park rides, and she was sure Layla was at least somewhat tempted to stage an accident with the way their morning had gone.

“I’m really not sleeping with Marc, you know,” She braved to speak, gripping tighter in fear the single comment would tip her counterpart over the edge.

“What did I say about-”

“I know! I know!” She called, loud enough for Layla to hear her over the bustle of London traffic, “I just wanted you to believe me. You’re more than right to be unhappy with him. Truth be told, the one time I’ve met him, he’s not exactly been a charmer.”

That seemed to perk up his ex wife’s ears. “You’ve only met once?”

“Yes. Like I said, I work with Steven at the museum. I only met Marc this morning when he told me-” She cut herself off, unsure of just how much he would want Layla knowing. How much she already knew. She didn’t even know he had a dissociative disorder, it wouldn’t be wrong for her to assume his wife wasn’t privy to other things too.

Maybe that was why they were divorcing? But that was none of her business.

“Told you what?” Layla pushed, which only caused the girl at the rear to sigh heavily. Layla didn’t need to know much. And besides, it was her burden to bear now, not Marc’s. She could tell her if she wished. Hell, perhaps Layla could even help her seeing as she already knew so much about the scarab.

“He told me,” She paused, coming to terms with how insane she was about to sound if Layla didn’t know much about her husband’s second, well third, life. “He said I died being chased by one of Harrow’s jackals, and the only way for him to save me was to give my body up to Setekh in exchange for becoming his avatar,”

Layla was quiet for a moment, the car Steven was in not too far ahead of them as she hung back to avoid suspicion.

And then, after a few seconds, she laughed.

Loud and bitter, but laughed at her nonetheless.

“I just told you I fucking died, and you’re laughing?” Her passenger asked, aghast, which only made Layla laugh again. “Well, fuck you too,”

“No, sorry, it’s just,” The woman shook her head, taking a semi sharp right in order to stay on their tail, “Trust Marc to meddle in someone’s life and end up keeping her around because he feels guilty,”

Her face warmed. So Layla really did know her husband then.

“His meddling saved my life,” She tried to protest, the image of Marc’s eyes softening slightly when she’d grabbed his hand that same morning flashing in her mind. Without Marc, she wouldn’t be here. She tried to pretend the idea he was only keeping her around because he felt responsible for her now didn’t sting.

At least Steven wanted her around. For now, that is.

“Did it?” Layla asked, all remnants of humour gone, replaced with a cold seriousness. Not mean like she had been all day, moreso a sobering tone of reality, “My father told me every story there was about Seth.”

“He’s a historian?” Dove asked, curiosity winning over her bitterness that the woman had laughed at her. She thought now maybe it was out of disbelief, maybe even pessimism at hearing the nefarious god’s name.

“No, an archeologist,” Layla replied, “He said Setekh was once worshipped as a way of protecting crops and villages from the storms he created. He said it was thought because he was the god of foreigners he was responsible for all the oppressors attacking the people. He became the one who caused all the bloodshed, the evil, the barbarity. Every bit of chaos and violence was down to his hand,” The woman said, speaking with a passion for her country it was clear she had lived, slept and breathed everything her father taught her, “It was said while Anubis was the first God of the Dead, Osiris took the role during the later centuries. And when his brother, Seth, slaughtered him and scattered him in pieces around the world, he took on the title of God of the Dead,”

“Glad I’m not invited to that family reunion, then,” The other girl muttered from her place at the rear of the bike. Layla smirked to herself, not willing to let the younger woman know she’d drawn a small smile from her.

“They were always at each other's throats. And when they weren’t, they were usually marrying their sisters.” To which Dove recoiled in horror. The BMW started slowing down ahead of them, which they were both quick to notice as it took a right hand turn into a less populated area. The sky had been quick to overcast shadows, the April air turning cold and darker fast. As if someone up there knew what was coming.

“Lovely,” She mused, “Well, my family doesn’t talk to me anymore so I’m sure we’ll be okay as far as incest marriages go,”

Layla’s expression faltered. She hadn’t expected the quiet mouse of a girl to drop something so heavy, yet it was clear from her widened gaze she didn’t quite mean to say that so bluntly. To set off such a bomb on their already awkward ride. The striking woman wheeled up onto a curb around the corner from the narrow street the car had pulled into, trying to avoid the gazes of the few people they saw communing there.

Cutting the engine and hopping off the seat, Layla held the bike steady as the other woman did the same, all but falling off the back of the moped with a newborn fawn-like grace.

The two women looked at one another, the younger one handing the helmet over sheepishly. “Look, I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot,” Dove murmured, unable to quite meet the beautiful woman’s eyes, Layla’s lips neither drawn into a sneer nor a smile. More a mix between pity and as if she were still weighing up the girl who picked at the loose skin around her nails anxiously.

“It’s alright,” Layla said with a long huff, swinging her bag over her shoulder, “Marc tends to leave people to deal with the shit he gets them into,”

The girl bit her tongue, pleased that she didn’t seem to be on Layla’s hit list anymore. They had bigger things to worry about now, like the fact Steven was essentially kidnapped or that they had yet to find somewhere to keep the scarab hidden.

She felt it burning in her pocket, as if it were buzzing with the glory of being what everyone had their sights set on; of being such a harbinger of trouble.

“Maybe so,” She said, handing the jewelled bug over to Layla to keep it safe, “But trusting him is the only hope I’ve got right now. Marc said Seth will be coming for me any day now,”

Layla looked at her for a moment, dark eyes raking over her forlorn figure some few years younger than her. The girl's eyes were soft, new to the world and the shit storm that was about to hit her, but her hands were what gave away her condition. The slightest touch of her fingers to her own where she handed her the scarab and Layla was able to feel just how cold her skin had become. Dead. Corpse like. As if the life truly had been drained out of her ten times over.

She wondered how her younger accomplice would fare as an avatar. Though Layla had swore that once those papers were signed this was not her fight anymore, she couldn’t help worrying just how badly her ex had seemed to mess up this young girl’s life in the space of one evening.

Seth was not a god you wanted to upset. Nor was he one you wanted to be of interest to. If everything that Abdallah El-Faouly had told his sweet daughter was correct, then that girl, barely mid twenties as she was, was in for a lifetime of torment and pain.

“Well, if that’s true, I hate to be the one to tell you to run and hide as soon as you can,” Layla said, her voice empty of emotion but her eyes genuine, “If Seth is the one looking for you, I can guarantee you’ll wish Marc had left you for the jackals,”

“Where is the scarab?” Harrow and his followers cornered Steven, still as lost and dazed as he had been all day. He just hoped that wherever Dove was, she was safe and far away from this mess that his other self had dragged her into.

“We have it.” Steven’s head whipped around at the sound of Layla’s voice, clear and commanding and filling the abandoned building.

And sure enough, his sweet friend stood next to her, eyes wide and clearly thrown off by the El-Faouly woman’s plan to draw attention to them.

“What the hell are you doing?” She whisper-yelled as the two women trailed through the crowd of Ammit’s followers, both of them watching carefully for anyone getting ready to attack them.

“I’m drawing their attention, Marc will deal with them easily,” Layla replied under her breath as they neared the two men in the centre of the room. It seemed Harrow and his followers had renovated some kind of church or antique building to become a communal hall. Community food lay out on tables around, a projector playing an old documentary on the dusty wall.

Harrow’s followers didn’t seem to have anything particularly off about them. In fact, they seemed like regular citizens you would see around the streets of London. Nothing about them screamed evil, yet that only served to make them more menacing. They could be anyone, anywhere.

Dove knew all too well villains and monsters didn’t look like Ancient Egyptian mummies or jackals. They looked like regular people, like the man sitting next to you on the train. Like your family friend. Like your milkman. Or your school teacher. Or the shop clerk. Or young, female gift-shoppists that had a hopeless crush on their seemingly married co-worker.

It didn’t matter who they were, what they looked like, they were tainted to their core.

“That’s a great plan, except he’s not Marc, he’s Steven,” The young girl hissed, as Harrow stared at her with a smug twinkle in his eye, holding out his rough hand to Layla.

“You couldn’t possibly understand the value of what you’re holding. Let me have that, I’ll keep it safe,” Harrow asked calmly, though it was clear with the way his focus trained on the jewel that he wasn’t quite so relaxed as he was making believe.

He was clever with his words, manipulative. Making himself seem honest and responsible to anyone who didn’t understand the scarab. But Layla did. She wasn’t like the ordinary woman Harrow took her for. She was smart beyond belief, and knew more about the legends than Arthur could ever learn from seeing into people’s souls.

“Summon the suit,” Layla ordered under her breath as they reached Steven’s shaken figure. Her almond eyes scoured around the building for the nearest way out as her younger accomplice shook her head in despair and picked at her nails with furrowed brows.

“Sorry what?” Steven asked, just as Dove had suspected. He had no clue what any of this meant.

Layla’s brown gaze cut to his, chagrin mixed with a hint of fear boiling up in her expression. “Summon the suit,” She said again, stepping closer to the man who gawked at her with a lost look.

“‘Summon the soup’? What are you saying?”

“The suit,” She said again, shoving the scarab into his chest, before turning to where Harrow was reaching for his staff. “And keep this safe,”

“So be it,” Harrow said tiredly. Deciding they were in too thick to continue this little joke of Marc’s, she reached behind her for the younger woman, dragging her towards the only available exit she saw.

Layla’s frantic brain caught sight of a flight of stairs that led to the first floor: a wide ledge that overlooked the rest of the room and had tiny archways where passageways wove into the sandstone walls, scaffolding and more of the plastic tarp scattered over and around the steps.

A quick loop around the top of the stairs took them to a second set of steps that led only to an upper ledge and a large arched hallway with natural light coming from the end of it. A fire escape maybe? An open window? Bingo.

“Let’s go, let’s go,” Layla hurried, grabbing Steven on the way as one of the men lunged at her. She was quick to rip his hand off her arm, shoving him into a table so hard he went tumbling over the edge and knocking into another of his men.

Forcing Dove ahead of her, Layla directed the young girl towards the first flight of stairs, ducking around the scaffolding that lead to the first floor seemingly still mid-renovation. Steven trailed behind them quickly with a gasp as he dodged another of Harrow’s men.

Practically swinging around the railing on one hand, Dove felt her tired legs ache as she ascended quickly, the only thing keeping her from stopping being the two people behind her breathing down her neck, relying on her to keep going. The temporary staircase wobbled for a moment as the floor shook, small chunks of brick crumbling free from the delicate wall at the movement. A flash of amethyst purple light reflected around the building, filling the space with something odd; something tense that crawled up her spine, like a foreboding that cut her right through her gut.

Reaching the first level, she was quick to stop in her tracks as a man ducked out from one of the tiny corridors woven into the stone walls, and lunged for her. She felt Layla dart behind her and start scaling the second flight of stairs to the open door that hopefully spelled freedom. The man was quick enough to grab her wrists, but Steven's arm was swiftly wrapped around her waist, holding her from being thrown off the edge of the barrierless ledge.

She kicked at the man a few times, desperate for him to let her go. That is until she got one of her hands free and was able to grab him by the collar of his coat.

Remembering how tightly she had been able to grip Marc’s arm that morning, she found it unnaturally easy enough to lift the man a solid few inches off the ground, the stitches of his clothes ready to give way at his body weight. The menacing look on his face dropped when he realised with a cold slap to the face that no amount of holding onto her arms could do anything seeing as she had him scruffed and held like a little dog that was misbehaving.

He let out a sharp squeal as she threw him with ease over the edge and down the ten foot drop, not enough to kill but enough to hear a loud crack from his ribs and legs.

“How on earth did you do that?” Steven asked, his baffled breath rolling over her neck in a way that had her stomach churning up a storm. His arm still held her tight to him as he guided her the way Layla had taken off to, the warmth of his hand alone seeping through her top and onto her bare skin underneath that was still as cold as a cadaver.

His touch gave her a taste of life again, of humanity. Like she didn’t exist again in this world until he touched her. As if his hand alone could find her in the afterlife and pluck her back to mortality.

Which technically he had.

“Come on,” She brushed off his question, urging him towards where Layla was now pummeling the shit out of another assailant that had tried to make a grab for her. She made equally quick work of the attacker, shoving him off the same way the other woman had and sending him flying off the building frame and into a pile of wood that cracked easily with his weight.

Grabbing both their arms, Layla led the two stunned watchers through the open archway that luckily expanded into a long corridor. Tarp lay around the bottom of the huge windows, moonlight filtering in through the surprisingly clear glass panes being the only thing allowing them to see their way.

The three sets of footsteps pounded down the stone hallway, Harrow’s chants chasing them through an echo, spoken in Coptic the younger woman had surmised. It seemed her degree in Ancient Languages wasn’t entirely a waste. She was able to grasp at bits and pieces of what he was saying despite the rushing of blood in her ears from her running.

Something about Ammit’s wrath, eradicating enemies. Calling on the ancient goddess to help him carry out her justice.

Then came the shriek. Familiar at this point, the vengeful growl that reverberated down the hall and harmonising with Harrow’s hex.

Summoning pure evil. She caught that part easily as they skidded around the corner awaiting them at the end of the hallway, coming to a set of huge, varnished wood doors. She threw her shoulder into the left one, hearing it give a small creak of protest before it gave way and slowly swung open.

Her heart dropped as she quickly realised they were at a dead end. It felt almost de ja vu like as they entered the room, her eyes frantic to take in any way out as Layla and Steven rushed to block the entrance off. A thick, brick wall complete with an old fireplace on the right, and two huge windows in front and to her left. By all means it was a beautiful room, but it was an enclosure. A trap. A casket.

“Here. Bolt the door,” Layla ordered, heaving a metal bar through the handles to give them some sort of protection of whatever it was Harrow was conjuring.

More tarp over the floors and piles of bricks, dust and building tools, the windows reaching higher than even the ceiling to the museum. Sarcophaguses piled around the room, some fake but most seeming authentic, as ancient as the exhibits she walked past regularly at work, yet they were just thrown to the sides of the abandoned room as if they were not priceless objects.

A dirty mirror lay to her right leaning against the fireplace, white plastic wrap draped over half of the looking glass, ridden with dust and a deep crack that made it unusable, no doubt why it was dumped here with the rest of the pieces of history they deemed rubbish.

Layla and her rushed to the windows, Layla taking the one on the left and her heading for the one opposite the door, each attempting to jiggle the bottom of the panes, looking for a latch they could flick open to give them an escape. But the glass was thick. Taking up an entire wall, meant only to let light in and keep air firmly out. Meaning there was no movement from any of the panes. The lit up buildings across the street laughed at her attempts in a silent mocking, the block of flats watching the desperate women struggle.

“Oh my god,” Steven said with a tone of utter despair, “I’m going to die in an evil magician’s man cave,”

She would have laughed. Any other day and his words would have cracked her up. But she barely heard him over the desperate way she tugged at the white, chipped frames, urging the damn thing to come loose, her nails splinting painfully at the force she used to try peel the rusted metal from their seals.

It would be no use anyway, she realised. Looking down she realised they were up high, on the third floor to be exact, and the only way down was a long fall onto solid concrete. Seeing Layla turn away from the other window, she guessed she had no luck with that either, and cursed under her breath.

Layla stalked towards Steven’s piteous frame, grabbing him roughly by the arms. “No-no. Hey, listen to me,” She started in a panicked voice, though it was clear she was attempting to be kind to him. The three of them turned to the door as the sound of scratching signalled that something big was out there, waiting for them. Long, sharp knife-like claws raked down the old wood, carving out channels in the barrier, the pieces of timber creaking with the weight of it, like a dog begging to come into the sitting room.

A moment of silence, before the doors began shaking in their hinges with loud thumps. The animal threw itself against the doors, the metal bar jittering in its place at the sheer weight of it.

“Your name is Marc,” Layla said calmly, holding onto his shoulders to keep his attention on her, “There’s a suit, I’ve seen you use it. You bring it out,” Her dark eyes pierced him with something cold and scared hidden in them, as his face flustered and his breathing picked up.

“No,” He mumbled, shaking his head that dripped with sweat, feeling his chest constricting as she grabbed him harder.

“Where are you? We need you to fight!” She yelled, shaking him now as if to hope to snap him back into his senses.

“Let me in, Steven!” Marc’s voice came from the abandoned mirror, his reflection twisted into a cruel sneer as Marc watched him freeze in place, Steven’s bright eyes lost and scared.

It was too much for Steven. He was expected to be something, someone, that he had no idea existed until a few days ago. This was no longer about waking up late or funny dreams, or sand around his bed and tape on his door. This was real. Real consequences. Two very real women depending on him to become this hero and save the day.

They needed him to be Marc. But he wasn’t. He was Steven Grant. And that was all he’d ever be.

“No, I can’t please. Stop it both of you,” Steven’s voice snapped Dove out of her focus on the outside, her fingers sore with where they gripped the window frames distraughtly.

She saw his overwhelmed figure. The way Layla held him in an iron grip, her voice raising in distress as she kept asking him to snap out of it, to bring out ‘the suit’. She saw the way Steven’s eyes flicked between the woman and the mirror, his voice clogging up with unshed tears.

Finally giving up on the windows as an option, she stormed over to where the two of them stood, grabbing Steven by the shoulder and pulling his arms away from Layla’s desperate grip.

“Cut it out, you’re scaring him,” She growled, feeling Steven make a grab for her hand as she confronted the woman.

“He should be scared! If he doesn’t get the suit the three of us are going to die, do you not get that?” Layla’s voice raised, but even the younger woman could see her face was rigid with fear. It was fear causing her to be so harsh, not malice. Layla was only human after all. The memory of that thing that had chased her through the museum resurfaced painfully, a phantom stab blooming over her stomach that seemed entirely healed, as if it hadn’t practically ripped her guts through her soft flesh and spilled them onto the marble floor.

“Shouting at him isn’t going to fix that, it’s not his fault. We just find another way out, okay?” Dove snipped, shutting down any other argument Layla could give her, and turned to Steven with a soft expression, “Okay?” She asked gently.

Steven stayed quiet, but he nodded, tears welled in his eyes, his face just as scared as she felt inside. She was shitting herself, her muscles tensing up with every grunt that came from the creature on the other side of the door. But cornering Steven and asking so much of him when neither of them truly understood what was happening was only doing harm.

“Alright,” Layla mumbled in defeat, her lush brows drawn into a frown, despair lingering in her hazelnut eyes as she headed back to the smaller, side window and peered out to the building below, “I can see a fire escape on this roof-”

But no sooner had the woman come to terms with the fact there was no hero coming to save them from this mess, the barricade had given way with a loud pop as the metal bar split clean in two.

A single breath, a moment of pure silence where Layla’s head whipped from her fraught attempt at seeking an escape route, where Steven and Dove clutched onto each other just that bit tighter. The doors swung wide on their hinges, smacking into the walls with the force and crumbling the bricks into piles of red dust on the already dirty floors.

A figure stood in the entrance. She could only think to describe it as a tall man trying to wear a dog’s body. Its limbs were gangly, skinny, mottled and rotted skin stretching thinly over them. Four feet at the end of boney elbows carried dagger like claws, thin wisps of white hairs poking from its spine. Its face was that of a possessed wolf, skeletal and gaunt, its mouth opening into a roaring snarl with two yellow-green eyes staring back at them with a haunting glow.

The air escaped Dove’s lungs the second it let out a familiar hum of hunger. This was the thing that had attacked her. That had killed her last night. This was the thing that had plunged its hand into her stomach with no remorse, tearing her organs to shreds in a single swipe.

The creature, the jackal, looked ahead at the two of them, holding onto each other for damn near life, her nails digging into his toned arm at her sheer trepidation. Its jaws fell open, saliva dripping from its dead lips as it gathered its legs up and prepared to lunge.

“Jackal, J-JACKAL” Steven yelled, his hands beginning to shake as he pointed at the creature.

“Oh my god- Oh my-” His friend could barely get out her words, panic constricting around her heart that thudded through her ribs hard enough to have her choking on her sentence and stay quiet, mouth agape in disbelief at the sight of the thing.

She much preferred when she couldn’t see the damn thing.

The Jackal took a breath, and the girl set in its sights could have sworn she heard it laugh, before it bolted at them.

The two of them screamed, Steven shoving her to the floor as its lithe body made contact and sent both their bodies flying through the glass, falling, falling, falling down all three levels and onto the hard concrete.

“Oh my GOD!” Layla shrieked, her eyes trained on the huge gap in the wall where her ex-husband had been thrown through by some invisible force, before they lowered to where his not-mistress was cowering on the floor after being manhandled away from the danger. She caressed her scraped elbow silently, her gaze also locked on the broken glass.

Realising the girl was in shock, Layla leaned down to a pile of bricks, grabbing one and promptly raising it above her head, bringing it down onto the side window harshly. The glass cracked slightly, before she hit it again a few more times and it gave way completely, scattering across the tiled roof on the other side. Throwing her jacket over the broken glass, she hopped over the window ledge and onto the slanted roof, careful not to skid on the smooth stone. Whipping back to the girl that had seemed to come to her senses and was now looking at her bewildered, Layla yelled a single “Come on!” through the gap in the window, before turning and heading towards the fire escape alone.

Steven. Not Steven, please not him. Steven’s gone. Steven’s dead, or at least he will be soon, no doubt his body crumpled on the floor, practically laid out as a buffet for that monster.

He’d thrown her out of the way, given his own life for one so undeserving as her own.

A man so kind and gentle, good, shouldn’t have rescued her, someone entirely not that.

Being dragged out of her daze at Layla’s yell, her head snapped to where she’d managed to create an escape, the woman looking at her expectantly before she turned and headed towards the edge of the roof.

Steven could still be alive, she told herself, he could be okay.

Holding that hope close to her chest, she pushed herself to her feet and ran towards the exit Layla had taken.

Please be okay. Please be okay. I’ll give every life I have to give if it means you’re safe.

Her hand was seconds from gracing Layla’s jacket when she heard it. Another growl.

No, not a growl. A chuckle. Dark, deep and rolling, an amused laugh from a thick chest that was loud enough to fill the entire room with its timbre.

And she knew. She didn’t understand how, but she knew. She knew who waited for her to turn around. To meet his black, inky gaze with fright.

But she was frozen. Despite her body being cold for the past day, the chill that ran through her spine was enough to have every single one of her hairs stand on end. Her voice was gone, her chest tight, her throat closed up.

“I know you’ve been waiting for me, my little monster,”

His voice was a rumble, though a smile laced his words. His every syllable sent a thrum of horror through her veins, her body going numb. As if she weren’t here. She was watching a movie through her eyes, and the villain was coming, the story was ending. The credits were about to start rolling.

She said nothing. Didn’t dare move an inch, praying to anyone listening that she could become as invisible as that jackal had been. Yet she felt him getting closer. His feet made no sound, but she felt him draw near. The same way a person feels they’re not alone in a haunted house. Like seeing shadows in the corner of your eye. Like feeling something watching you from the darkness when you wake from a nightmare.

A hand trailed down her loose hair, running long, slim fingers through her locks, he gave a growl of praise. “I’ve been waiting for you too,”

She started crying. Her face got hot, her eyes stinging as she tried to hold the tears back, only for them to scorch her cheeks as they rolled down, her expression pulling into an ugly whimper.

Closing her eyes, she told herself if she couldn’t see him he was just a voice in her head. If she didn’t look him in the eye he had no control over her. It was just a bad dream. A side effect of the stress. An auditory halluc-

“Oh, don’t cry,” A cold knuckle dragged over her cheek, swiping away a tear. His finger alone took up half her jaw. “I’m here to help you. I’m here to save you, little beasty,” His voice was dark, but gentle. As if he cared. As if he didn’t want her afraid. “Think of what we could do to Harrow, together,”

She didn’t doubt he had ideas for what torture he wanted to rain down on the man. But that wasn’t her. She didn’t want to be feared, or to hurt people, or to kill. She didn’t want to be bad. Or to feel even more so that there was something crawling out of her soul, a demon that showed everyone just who she really was. What she really was.

“No,” She whispered, shaking her head and taking a small step away from him.

“No?” He asked, a deadly calm washing over his voice. “People have taken from you your whole life. Taken and taken for their own selfish needs,” Seth cooed, circling her with his behemoth frame as more tears flowed over her cheeks, her eyes squeezed shut with a frown, “I see your anger, your need for vengeance. To make them hurt the way they hurt you-”

“NO,” She yelled this time, her hands coming up to grab at her hair, her body giving in to his words. He knew her. He knew her like an old friend, like he knew himself. Like she knew him. Like he’d been there for every bad thing that had happened to her. Like he was there for the whole of that time, he was there that day.

That day. That body. What she’d done to him.

“You hurt, little beasty,” Seth said, coming to stand in front of her. She felt his two huge hands hold onto her shoulders, one coming to her chin to tip it up to his face.

If she opened her eyes now she’d see his sable black eyes looking down at her in an aching hunger. As if he revelled in the fact she was so pliant to his touch, that he could snap her neck within a flick of his finger and she could do nothing about it. She clamped her eyes shut harder, desperate to not fall for his gentle words, or the familiarity that came with his touch. No, he wanted this, he wanted her to concede, to trust him. To give into him.

No. She wouldn’t. She wouldn’t.

“I see the way you hurt. I see the fear in you that came long before I did. That they’ll all see you as I do,” He said, caressing her jaw with his sharp claws, a single ounce of pressure too much and her skin would be slashed open.

“Stop,” She begged, her face wet with tears, her throat closing with a sob that drew out her request like a child.

“Stop?” Seth’s voice was different now. The semblance of kindness that had been there in a fleeting moment was gone, replaced again with a thunderclap of a laugh, “You poor sweet morning lamb. We’ve not even begun,”

Her eyes opened for a split second when she felt her body tense up, the feeling as close to rigour mortis as she could imagine, as a dark flash of movement, a row of sharp teeth, and insidious black eyes were all she saw as he took over every part of her body.

Death took her body for the second time, though this time she felt everything.

Layla watched its jaws open as its head flicked to her, its deep grunt of annoyance echoing through the empty street, before it's long, slim arms were thrust outwards and grabbed the two of them by the jugular, boney, rough fingers wrapping around their throats and squeezing.

Steven was lifted off the ground, Layla suffering the same fate after she had thrown an empty beer bottle at the demon’s head, the tiny shards of refracted light bouncing off the glass like a mirrorball and outlining the head of a monstrous creature.

Layla felt the brick smack harshly against her spine as the thing threw her to the wall, the same way Steven was tossed against a parked car, the passenger window cracking from the pressure and the alarm wailing in protest.

They both stood up again immediately, Layla’s eyes scanning the floor for anything to use as a weapon, before her almond eyes fell on the neck of the bottle she’d thrown, the jagged edge of broken glass sharp and fatal. Diving for the shiv, she swiped at the area she thought the creature could be stood, though her attempt only proved futile as her wrist was grabbed almost too easily and the weapon was ripped out of her hands.

The woman made a sound somewhere between a yelp and a cry as she was tossed to the hard ground like a ragdoll, Steven being thrown next to her as he made a move to grab the monster as well.

The two of them gasped as the hands seemed to swipe them to the ground harshly, like a cat toying with its meal, dragging the torture out as long as possible before they gave up and submitted to being ravaged. The two of them looked at each other in alarm, Steven’s eyes a bright white behind the suit, as they felt the jackal grab their ankles and drag. Their bodies scraped against the pavement, the two of them kicking and squealing, writhing to get out of the monster's grip, only to be yanked into the air once more, the blood rushing to their skulls the second they were pulled from the concrete earth.

“Steven, do something!” Layla wailed, her cheeks pooling a purple colour the longer they were held, though she never relented in her hits, her arms and free leg waving around for any soft tissue she could get at.

“Marc’s the one who fights these shits, not me!” Steven called back, trying desperately to reach for his batons to inflict any damage he could.

Layla felt her head building with pressure, her eyes becoming painful to shut as she blinked slowly, the darkened streets turned upside down in her mind. Her thick, dark brows furrowed, her eyes locking in on a figure standing at the other end of the wide street, unrecognisable to her dazed eyesight.

“Steven?” Layla murmured drunkenly, her hand coming up to grab his arm that was still flailing around.

“What?”

“Who is that?” The woman asked, pointing to the dark silhouette that stood and watched them.

Steven’s illuminated eyes followed her finger to see the figure still with statue-like grace, silent yet never relenting their dark stare.

His eyes trailed from their body, muscled and in a wide, casual stance, their arms resting at their sides. Their entire body seemed to be in some kind of black, chestplated one piece suit, pads of armour on their vulnerable parts, thin spindles of gold wrapping around the suit in a skeletal fashion. The armour spread over the backs of their hands, opening out into golden claw-like razors at the tips of their fingers that didn’t so much as twitch with fright at the sight of two strangers suspended in the mid air.

A black muzzle wound its way over their mouth just above where the suit ended at their jaw, their hair falling over the back of their shoulders to reveal more of the golden weaves that fell around their neck and over their breastplate, accentuating the woman’s curves whilst also giving off the look they were wearing a set of bones on their armour.

Two six-inch shells of armour protruded from their headpiece, curved yet in lithe points, like long dog ears, like a Whippet’s, high and alert.

“I-I don’t know,” Steven murmured, though he found himself unable to take his eyes off the shadowed figure. He wasn’t even sure they were breathing at the way they were frozen solid, their head tilted slightly as if intrigued by the scene in front of them.

It was then that it seemed the Jackal realised they had company. But this jackal wasn’t alone. It had brought friends too.

The figure seemed to cut out of their daze as another of the behemoth beasts came stalking out of the darkness, as if to have been waiting for the scraps of the kill. But it had prey of its own now. This mystery woman.

Steven’s heart fell into his mouth, which wasn’t too hard seeing as he was still being held upside down by the creature.

“Run!” Steven called to her, though she seemed to take no notice of his cries, “Get out of here!”

But the woman stood still, head snapping to where the jackal walked forward, slowly and with a hungry grin on its face as a deep growl rumbled from deep within its chest. This thing was going to rip her to pieces, Steven thought numbly. And it was going to be all his fault for not giving the body back to Marc.

“Marc,” Steven said with a panic as the thing stepped closer to her still, her head tilting more at the sound of its approach, though that was the only inch she moved, “Marc- take the body- Marc- MARC-”

But he was too late. Steven winced as the jackal lunged towards her, jaws wide open and large enough to swallow her entire skull with one bite. He wanted to look away but his eyes couldn’t tear themselves off the scene, though he knew a blood bath was coming. He felt the bile rise already at the idea of it, though maybe that was the gravity talking.

But Steven’s heart practically stopped when his eyes caught another slight flicker of movement from the woman and he realised exactly what he was seeing.

The Jackal’s jaws were pried open, stuck in the moment the creature had leapt forward. It took Steven a second to realise the woman’s hands were the ones holding them ajar, her sharp nails latching into its snout and chin, blood already running down her hands at the sheer vigour at which she held onto the dead flesh. The beast gave a whine, its body jolting forward as it tried to overpower her, only to have no luck. She didn’t budge a single hair's width.

Steven’s eyes widened, the beams of light engrossed with the scene before his eyes. Who on earth was that? How could she see the jackals like he could, let alone wrestle one?

“Steven, give me the body,” Marc demanded from inside his head, though Steven caught the trace of nerves that rang at his voice like a church bell on a silent morning.

“Who is that, Marc?” Steven asked, his eyes widening when he saw the figure forcing the jackal to back down a step as she forced herself towards the creature, clearly stronger than the monster twice her size.

“Steven, I will explain everything later, just please give me the body or she’s gonna get hurt,” Marc said with the same edge to his voice that he had before. The way Marc dodged his question had sirens wailing in Steven’s chest, louder than anything else the American man inside him had said.

Steven’s voice cut out when he watched the figure grab the beast's jaws even tighter, yanking them apart with a sickening crunch as the joints popped out of their place. She didn’t stop there, not even as the creature gagged and squirmed, a yawp of pain echoing around the street as it scrambled to get out of her grip. But she was relentless. She tugged apart the lower mandible even wider, wider than could ever be natural, and a gut wrenching rip came next.

The creature stopped moving. Stopped crying. Stopped everything. It slumped to the ground in defeat, the woman standing over its body with no mercy as she held the wad of flesh in her hand, blood running from her fingertips as smooth as water.

The creature's lower jaw was thrown to the ground, its face a mush of exposed muscle, its throat torn cleanly open. It was then her gaze set onto the other jackal with a slow turn of her head and a low growl echoed through Steven’s bones.

It took him a second to realise it wasn’t the creature that held him that was making the sound. It was coming from her.

Layla and Steven were dropped to the ground as she approached the creature, the two of them gasping for air, their heads spinning with the blood crashing around their brains.

The jackal set its sights on her too, eager to avenge its fallen companion, the two of them circling one another for a moment. She made the first move, her black boots near silent against the cobbled street as she leapt with cat-like grace to tackle it to the ground.

She was able to get her arms around its neck as it met her in the air, her muscled arms quick to begin choking the thing, squeezing until they heard the sound of its shoulder popping out of place. The jackal gave a yelp similar to the other one, only it dragged out into an angry snarl as its huge clawed hand grabbed onto her by the scruff of her neck.

It threw her away from itself, desperate to get her strong hands off its body, and tossed her a good ten feet away, into the middle of a busy road where she bounced over the bonnet of a car and smashed its left headlight in.

Steven was quick to jump to his feet as the monster’s head flicked away from the woman, back to where he and Layla stood.

“Steven, you’re being dumb. Don’t do this, you can’t do this-” Marc protested, though Steven felt whatever bravery he had left collecting together as he clenched his hand together in a tight fist.

“I think- I think I can,” He replied, the Jackal stalking closer to him with its three good legs. It stepped forward, its confidence shaken by the woman that was now getting back up and pacing her way over to the two of them much too calmly for someone who had been thrown so harshly. “You want some more do you, you mangy, Macedonian mutt?” Steven tried to taunt, though he could feel the tinge of fear still quelling at his chest at the sheer brute size of the thing even when wounded.

The creature roared in response, gathering its hind legs up to lunge again, as Steven drew back his arm to swing.

But he was too late. The woman had returned with a silent agility. Steven saw nothing but a flash of black and gold as she dived for the jackal’s throat, clawing and snarling at its chest as she took the thing down with her in one swoop. Steven watched with an agape jaw as she lifted the creature up as if it were nothing more than a sack of grain, and threw the jackal into the same parked car already cracked from where Steven had hit it, the opposite window getting the brunt of the attack as it smashed and the door caved easily.

The creature lay still for a while, giving Steven time to confront the woman who had helped him, and hopefully answer the questions that Marc had dodged.

“Oh my god,” Steven started, approaching the woman from behind where she was stood, barely out of breath for what had just occurred, “Excuse me, who exactly are you, you’re just bloody amazing-”

Raising his hand to touch the woman's shoulder gently, Steven practically had the wind knocked out of him as she turned on her heel in less than a blink of his two white eyes, and threw him to the ground as easily as she had the creature. Kneeling over him, his body mushy underneath her sadistic strength, he felt his knees go weak as she grabbed him by his collar and brought him to her face where her eyes trailed over his own face, a horrifically deep snarl emanated from her chest, shaking his lungs with its power.

“WOAH, Woah wait. I’m not going to hurt you, though I supposed I should be more worried about you hurting me-” It was then that he actually took in what he could see of her face.

The colour of the hair that fell around her face as she leant over him, the shape of her face that wasn’t covered by the black muzzle that wrapped around her mouth and over her nose, thin and metallic and yet making her sounds all the more terrifying. Her eyes, the iris gone and replaced by inky black pits of darkness that blinked down at him with famine.

But that face. He would know that face anywhere, he would know it in the thickest of fogs, the darkest of Winters. He could find her in any crowd, in any life. And if he was to go blind by morning, he’d know her by the way she breathed alone.

And he did. Despite the fact her breath was laden with grunts, he knew her. He knew her.

“Dove?” Steven muttered, hands coming to hold her face gently, his brows furrowed with confusion, “Dove, what happened to you-”

His hand had all but brushed her cheek, a gentle action that normally would have had her preening to his touch, had her snapping at the bit, and Steven was sure she would have taken his hand clean off had she not been muzzled like a rabid dog.

Steven jumped back as she came closer to him, an even louder rumble of fury damn near bursting his ear drums as she warned him off of touching her. She was not his dove. Not the girl he knew. Not the girl he loved. She was a feral beast untamed and wild, eager to hurt him as much as she had attacked the jackal were he to get too close.

“Dove?” Steven asked one more time, though he kept his hands in surrender as she manhandled him, pushing him to the floor more as she pinned him down, her black eyes empty and raw as she stared at him, “It’s me, Steven. Your Steven,”

Nothing. He gained no reaction from her, not so much as a blink. This was not her. This was a savage creature that knew no such thing as gentle touches and loving words.

She did nothing but stare at him, waiting for him to make a move out of line so she could tear him to shreds. And yet, Steven lay there as if to submit his body to her if she wanted to do such a thing. He couldn’t hurt her, couldn’t fight back. Could never lay an unkind hand on her even if it came to his last moments on the earth. He could die by her hands and he would still consider himself lucky to have been touched by such a creature.

She raised a clawed hand up to bring down on his masked face, a strength in the hit strong enough to tear clean through the ceremonial armour and likely leave him disfigured, if not cleave his skull in two on the spot. But she didn’t get a chance to strike. No sooner had she raised herself up to end it all, the Jackal launched its beaten body at her crouching form, the two of them tumbling away from Steven’s shaking body and rolling amongst one another in a flurry of wails and growls.

She flew off him spitting and yowling like a feral street cat, a sound no normal human should make as the creature bit down on her arm hard.

Steven felt two arms dragging him upwards and away from the scene, Layla could only imagine what was going on as the mystery woman’s arm sprayed her own blood over the concrete with every swipe of her claws.

“What is that?” Layla asked breathlessly, practically yanking Steven away as he trembled under her hands. She froze when Steven said her name, her name, the name of the girl she had left in that room to make her own way out. “What? Is this Harrow’s doing? Turning her into some crazy dog-woman?”

“I don’t know,” Steven said with a defeated tone, his chest aching at the way she had looked at him with no recognition of who he was. “I think…” Steven thought for a moment, “I think Marc will know how to help her,”

Layla nodded at him, her eyes taking in his broken expression, patting him on the arm gently, “Okay. Okay, bring him out,”

Steven turned away from her, sparing a small glance to the woman who held his life so closely in her hands, who had been seconds away from ending it, who he gave himself to entirely were it to be that he saw her in his last few moments of living. She scrapped with the jackal, two wild beasts gaining on eachother, drawing blood whenever and wherever they could.

“Marc,” Steven said, his eyes never leaving her blank face, spots of blood now sprayed over her nose like freckles. He felt his alter perk up at the name, his body already tensing up as Marc clawed at the reigns to take over now.

“Yeah, buddy?” Marc asked, though he could see everything Steven was seeing, and his heart already sunk at the unrecognisable thousand mile stare she had.

This was it. Seth had her now. “Save her,”

authors note: I used an AI to create what I think Dove looks like in her suit and-

These are the vibes we’re going for! Please feel free to imagine her as ANY shape, ANY ethnicity and ANY height however, these were just what the AI generated!

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ssturniolo · 9 months

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Always

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Matt x Fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - their first Halloween party doesn’t go as planned, and Matt is always willing to “save” y/n

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - foul language, claustrophobic feeling, pedo guy, sorry if I missed any! (Not proofread)

Halloween has always been your favorite time of the year. Something about scary decorations and costumes, always hit different for you. This year was especially exciting because it’s your first with a boyfriend, which obviously means matching costumes.

Glancing out of your window, you’re blinded by the headlights of Matts car. Running out of your house in your cowgirl costume, you climb in the backseat with Nick and Madi.

“Damn y/nnn, loving the costume!” Nick sang out, smirking down at you. Smiling shyly, your eyes moved to the front seat, scanning over Matt’s matching costume. Even though it was something as simple as matching cowgirl and cowboy costumes, it still made you beyond happy.

Arriving at the party, you and Matt branched off, leaving Nick, Chris, and Madi behind.

Grabbing your hand to spin you around, Matt admired how amazing you looked in your costume. “Oh my god y/n, your the most beautiful girl on this planet” Matt gushed, planting a kiss on your forehead.

Blushing, you reach up to take Matt’s cowboy hat off, replacing it with your own pink sparkly one. “You look better like this” you say, snapping a picture of him so he can see.

“Totally agree” Matt says, a small laugh escaping his lips.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, stay here alright?” He says, not waiting for a response before walking off.

Looking around for someone you know, everything hits you at once. The bright flashing lights, the volume of the music blasting through the speakers, the amount of people surrounding you. suddenly feeling very claustrophobic, you back yourself into a corner, squeezing your eyes shut as you take slow, deep breaths.

You feel a tap on your shoulder, and open your eyes expecting to see Matt. But no, some guy that looks at least 5 years older than you, is leaning against the wall, trapping you in the corner.

“Well your a pretty little thing aren’t ya” he says, stepping closer so you can feel his breath fan over your face. Not answering, you scrunch your nose, smelling the alcohol in his breath. You press your back hard into the wall, willing it to give way to get you out of this situation.

“Not very talkative ar-” the man is cut off, being yanked back by his long hair. Before you know it, Matt is beside you with a protective arm around your waist.

“Get the fuck away from my girlfriend you fucking pedo” Matt yells over the music. Scoffing, the guy stumbles away, mumbling profanity’s under his breath.

Cupping your cheeks with his hands, Matt tilts your head up to meet his icy blue eyes, that are now displayed with concern. “Are you ok my love?” He says, scanning your face and body looking for harm.

Nodding your head slowly, you give him an unconvincing tight lipped smile. “Can we just go home?” You ask, barely loud enough for him to hear. Nodding his head, Matt grabs your hand leading you over to Nick, Chris, and Madi.

“C’mon guys we’re leaving” Matt says, already pulling you towards the door. Seeing your troubled state, the other three follow without question. Chris doesn’t even protest when you sit in the front seat, instead he just crawls in the back, next to Madi.

Reaching over the center council, Matt gives you a comforting smile, as he interlocks his hand with yours.

***time skip***

After showering and dressing in Matt’s pajamas, you crawl into bed next to him. Pressing your back into his chest, you relax against his body as his arms wrap around your waist, hands resting on your stomach.

“Thanks for, umm.. like saving me today” you say awkwardly, resting your hands on top of his.

“I will always be here to save you my love” he mumbles into your hair.

“Always”

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This isn’t my favorite and I just wrote this at 3am so I’m sorry if it’s bad. Love you guys <3

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webslinger-holland · 2 years

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Hot & Bothered | Eddie Munson

Summary: Now on their way to Warzone, Eddie can’t help but fantasize about the reader dominating him.

Warning: NSFW +18 only, smoking, sexual tension, swearing, dirty thoughts, undressing moment, slight choking, fantasizing and mentions of fetishes

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Type: Oneshot

Part One Here

During the car ride, Eddie was replaying the last couple minutes in his head. He tried to reimagine what it felt like to have her in his lap or when she so forcefully forced him back in the seat.

At this point, Eddie wasn’t helping his little problem underneath the pillow. He pressed his wrist even deeper into the pillow in hopes of reliving some of the pressure. He fought back a groan by bitting his bottom lip. His eyes were squeezed shut tightly.

He was trying so hard to hide from the others. He couldn’t let them know what he was thinking or feeling in that moment. He also couldn’t get himself off. He was stuck.

Instead of trying to change his thought process, Eddie found himself crawling into an even deeper hole of his secret fantasizes. He let his mind wander further away from reality.

In this fantasy of his, Y/N was standing right in front of him in the same empty camper can. He was still situated on the couch with the small pillow on his lap.

He inhaled sharply at the mere sight of her only wearing his oversized hellfire shirt. His shirt fell just over the swell of her bottom so it covered everything.

All of the sudden, Y/N grasped the bottom part of the shirt and began to tug it over her head. By doing this, it was revealed that she was wearing the most beautiful set of red lace underwear. She also had matching red lipstick that painted her lips.

In response to seeing her like that, Eddie pressed his lips into his mouth and bit down so hard. His eyes down the length of her body in hopes of taking in every curve of her beautiful body. He pressed both of his hands down on the pillow. He whimpered at the feeling.

In the most seductive manner, Y/N began taking steps towards him. She stopped to stand between his wide open legs, gazing down at him with heavily hooded eyes.

As Eddie looked up at her, he swallowed the heavy lump at the back of his throat. He was breathing so heavily that his chest was rising and falling rapidly.

Slowly, Y/N raised her hand towards the side of his face. She cupped his cheek with her hand and he felt himself leaning into her touch. Her thumb swiped her his bottom lip before she forced her thumb into his mouth. She pressed her thumb onto his tongue, prying open his mouth.

In this fantasy, Eddie sucked her thumb in the most obedient manner. He had this look on his face that said he would obey any word she said and he would worship her like no other. He was growing more hot and bothered with each passing second.

All of the sudden, Y/N climbed back into Eddie’s lap. She brought both of her hands to either side of his face, caressing his hair out of his face and playing with it in her hands.

Carefully, Eddie moved his shaking hands to lay on the sides of her hips. He drew her body closer to him and pulled her down as he pushed up into her. He groaned upon feeling her body pressing into his hard on.

“F-Fuck,” Eddie stuttered. He closed his eyes and relished the feeling.

When Eddie opened his eyes, he took note of their proximity. The tip of his nose had just brushed against hers. He could feel her soft breaths on his face. He even smelled her sweet perfume which only made his mind go hazy and fuzzy.

Without hesitation, the two of their bodies had collided into the most heated and bruising kiss. It was quite messy; their lips were meshed together, their teeth clashed, and their tongues intertwined.

He could feel this tight knot forming in the center of his stomach. His fingers sunk into the sides of her hips, gripping her so tightly that he never wanted to let go.

She weaves her fingers through his curly locks of hair, holding the back of his head. She balled her hand into a fist and tugged on his hair which caused him to moan in her mouth.

Without parting to even take a breath of air, Eddie tilted his head to the side to deepen their connection. He desperately wanted to taste her rosy red lips. He forcefully parted the seam of her lips with his tongue, shoving his tongue into her mouth to explore.

All of the sudden, Y/N pulled his hair so roughly that it forced them to break away. The two of them were panting heavily, staring at each other with pure lust in their eyes.

She began to attack his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. She was sure to leave deep red and purple marks. She moved towards the crevice of his jaw, sucking the sweet spot and hearing the sweetest moan come out of his lips.

In that exact moment, Eddie snaked his hand down to her neck. He dug his fingers into her neck. He forcefully pulled her away from his neck and held her right in front of him. He imagined that it was getting hard for her to breath but it would only turn her on more.

He pulled her forward to claim her mouth once again in an intense manner. His heart was beating so fast that he was scared it would actually break out of his chest. His hands wandered the length of her back until they found the clasp of her bra.

Right as Eddie was about to undo her bra, the camper van hit a huge bump in the road. This immediately caused Eddie to snap out of his fantasy and back into the world of reality. He opened his eyes to survey his surroundings.

“Son of a bitch,” Eddie whispered to himself. He was still turned on and his little fantasy really hadn’t helped at all.

The kids were sitting on the long couch at the back of the camper. At the front of the van, Steve was driving and Nancy was sitting in the passenger seat. Then Y/N and Robin were sitting on the small couch right across from him.

When Eddie’s eyes landed on Y/N, he quickly took in her demeanor. She was sitting with her hands neatly folded in her lap. For a moment, Eddie realized that his fantasy of her would probably never match her in reality.

He made her out to be this strong headed women who would simply dominate him in bed. But right now, she was looking at him with the most innocent look on her face. She probably didn’t even own a pair of lace underwear.

However, Eddie just remembered the way she had handled him only moments early. He smirked to himself upon realizing that she did have a not-so-innocent side. She could control him if she wanted. She had just shown that she could. And he was into it.

Meanwhile, the camper van pulled into the back lot of the gun store. It was a rather busy day. The parking lot was packed with cars and people were filtering in and out of the place.

“Alright. Let’s make this quick,” Steve said as he put the camper into park.

The others stood to their feet and began to filter out of the camper van. Now since Eddie was wanted by the cops, he had to stay back. He forced himself to stand to his feet as the others left the van.

“I-I’ll stay here,” Y/N interjected.

Upon hearing this, Steve and Nancy turned their heads to look at her. Then the two of them looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. They didn’t find anything wrong with that.

“Keep Eddie company,” Y/N claimed. She turned her head to look at him, sending him a playful wink that almost made him swoon.

Once they had all left, Y/N reached into her jacket pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes and a small light. She popped one into the corner of her mouth and raised the lighter to the end of the cigarette.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” Eddie said. He felt himself falling more in love with her with each passing second

“Horrible habit of mine,” Y/N confessed. She pulled the cigarette out of her mouth before blowing a long line of smoke.

Slowly, Y/N leaned forward in her seat and offered Eddie the cigarette in her hands. He took it from her and brought it to his lips. He breathed it in heavily. He handed it back to her, holding the smoke for a second in his mouth.

“Hey,” Y/N said randomly. “I-I wanted to say sorry for earlier.”

“Why?” Eddie laughed nervously. He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Because I did some things that might have made you uncomfortable in the moment. And I didn’t mean to,” Y/N rambled on.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” Eddie confessed.

“No?” Y/N asked.

“Not at all,” Eddie said. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “In fact, it kinda turned me on. I’ve never experienced that before,” Eddie responded.

“Is that why you have a pillow in your lap?” Y/N questioned with a sly smile in her face.

“You caught me,” Eddie laughed. He pulled the pillow off his lap to reveal his hard on still pressing into his jeans. “It also didn’t help that I was thinking about you after,” Eddie said.

“Y-You were thinking about me?” Y/N sputtered and coughed a small cloud of smoke. She smashed the blunt of her cigarette in the holder on the table, leaving it there.

“Yeah,” Eddie drew out.

“What is there to think about?” Y/N said nervously. She quickly stood to her feet and went to move towards the back of the camper.

However, Eddie had also stood to his feet. He went to grab her wrist in order to halt her movements. She whipped her head around to look at him. She swallowed thickly as he stood over her.

“There is a lot to think about,” Eddie whispered over her. “Left so much to the imagination.”

She didn’t say anything. She really couldn’t in that moment. He brushed a single strand of hair out of her face.

“I yearned to touch you again. I thought about how you’d feel against me,” Eddie continued.

He traced his hand down the side of her body, brushing against the skin of her arm. It caused the hairs on her arm to stand and she felt a cold shiver run down her spine.

“How you’d react to my touches,” Eddie said in a hushed voice. He leaned forward to bush’s his lips against the shell of her ear. She closed her eyes to savor the moment. She felt the heat of his breath on her neck.

“And how you’d control me,” Eddie concluded. He pulled away from her to stare at her face. He watched her eyes flutter open in the most gentle manner.

“You want me to be in control of you?”Y/N repeated as if she had heard him wrong.

“More than anything,” Eddie shook his head in defeat. He confessed this is what turned him on the most.

Without warning, Y/N had grabbed the back of his neck and brought him down to her height. She smashed her lips against him in the most desperate manner.

He quickly brought his hands to her sides, pulling her as close as humanly possible into him. He moaned against her mouth upon realizing that kissing her was so much better than he’d ever imagined.

He backed her into the wall of the camper, pinning her right there. He parted her legs open with his knee, allowing her to rest on the top of his thigh. She began to grind down on him.

Their mouths were fighting against one another’s. The open mouthed kisses were sloppy which made a loud smacking noise throughout the small camper. They swallowed each other’s moans.

He could feel her fingers tugging at the strands of his hair. He held her face in his hands, smearing their mouths together in a messy kiss.

She tasted so sweet. Her lips were so soft. She melted in her touch and molded her body against his in the perfect way. He couldn’t get enough of her.

She grabbed the flaps of his leather jacket and was trying to pull him closer as she so desperately wanted to feel his body. She quickly shoved his jacket over his shoulders to disregard it on the floor.

When the two of them parted for a breath of fresh air, they stared at each other for a split second. They panted heavily and their chests were heaving.

All of the sudden, Y/N had reached behind him to twist the random doorknob. She pulled open a door behind them which led to a very small and cramped bathroom.

She placed her hand on the center of him chest and walked him backwards into the bathroom.

“What are we doing?” Eddie wondered. He glanced behind him so he didn’t trip on anything as he entered the bathroom blindly.

“We are going to fuck before the others come back,” Y/N explained with a small smirk on her face.

Upon hearing this, Eddie felt the smile growing at the corners of his lips. His heart pounded in his chest at the mere thought. He quickly reached behind her to grab the door handle, slamming the door shut behind them. Now they were all alone.

Part 3? Thoughts?

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mercurygguk · 2 years

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accidental meeting | jjk

➵ summary; jungkook has to leave as an issue arises at work, leaving you to look after his son all by yourself. it’s going really well until an unexpected guest arrives.

pairing; dad!jungkook x f. reader

rating; PG-13

word count; 2,301

content; oc meets the ex-wife by accident, angsty/fluffy

warnings; tiny bits of swearing, indicative in the end

a/n; another drabble for the dilf jk series !! it’s been sitting in my drafts for a couple of months now so here ya go – enjoy ;)

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“What do you mean they’re thinking about not buying?”

You watch from your seat on Jungkook’s couch, Jihoon in your lap, playing with toys and excitingly showing them to you once in a while. You smile at the boy in your arms, accepting the toy he’s offering you before returning your focus to Jungkook who’s on the phone with one of his employees.

“These people are our best clients,” Jungkook tells the person on the other line. “We need them. We’ll lose millions without them.”

Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose as he listens to whatever his employee is saying. He doesn’t look or sound too happy when he glances back at you before sighing deeply in defeat.

“Stall them, please,” Jungkook orders, “I’ll be there in 15.”

He hangs up the phone, looking back at you with apologetic eyes. You offer him a small smile, silently telling him he doesn’t need to feel bad.

“Work is a mess today,” he says as he sits down on the couch next to you. Jihoon crawls into his father’s lap, settling himself there instead but still focuses on showing you his toys and not his father. Your heart warms at the way he’s so keen on interacting with you, especially when you haven’t been around him that much yet.

“I hate asking you this but would you mind looking after Jihoon until I get back? I’ll only be an hour or so,” Jungkook says after a moment of silence, the both of you just watching Jihoon. You meet Jungkook’s eyes, your own widened in surprise.

You hadn’t expected him to ask you this, not already. In fact, you thought he would bring Jihoon along or drop him off at his ex-wife’s place before going to the office. Hesitation is evident on your face as you glance between Jungkook and Jihoon, realizing that you haven’t been alone with Jihoon yet. The thought intimidates you to say the least.

“I know it’s a lot to ask. You don’t have to, I can just bring him-“

“No, it’s fine,” you cut off Jungkook almost instantly, recovering from the slight panic you felt and smile at him. He looks at you for a moment, trying to decipher if you mean it or not. “Really, it’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”

Nodding, you lean over and give him a quick peck on the lips. Jungkook is smiling when you pull away again.

“Alright,” he sighs. You watch with a smile as he turns Jihoon to face him, telling him that he’ll be gone for a bit but that you’re gonna stay with him until he gets back. Jihoon doesn’t seem to mind it, not really caring what his father says as he slides off Jungkook’s lap and runs to his room, probably to get a new toy.

“Okay, he doesn’t care at all,” Jungkook chuckles as he gets up from the couch. You follow suit, walking him to the front door. He grabs his jacket and his car keys before checking if he has his phone too. “Minji will pick him up later but I’ll be back before then,” he tells you as he steps closer.

“Alright. We’ll have lots of fun until you get back then,” you assure him, smiling up at him when you feel one of his arms slide around your waist. Your arms snake their way around his neck automatically, a rush of excitement filling your stomach as he leans down to give you a soft kiss. Before pulling away entirely, he leaves a few soft pecks against your lips.

“I’ll be quick, I promise,” he mutters.

“Go,” you whisper in response, pecking his lips one more time before pushing him towards the door. He’s grinning at you, thanking you before slipping out of the door, closing and locking it behind him. A sigh leaves you as you turn on your heel and head towards Jihoon’s room. Might as well play in his room until his father gets back. Maybe that way he won’t notice he’s gone and won’t start crying because it’s you who’s with him instead.

Everything is perfect and stress-free – no crying fits or tantrums that would scare you from having kids in the near future have unfolded so far and to be honest, you think it’s going pretty damn well. Jungkook has texted you a few times, letting you know he’ll be on his way soon. You’ve told him several times to not stress about it, that you and Jihoon are having fun and that the two of you will be just fine until he gets back.

Until you weren’t anymore, that is.

There’s knocking on the front door barely an hour after Jungkook left. You get up from the floor in Jihoon’s room, confusion written all over your face as you tell him you’ll be right back. You reach the door just as the unknown person begins to knock again. You open the door, revealing a woman. A very beautiful woman to be frank. Her features gives her away immediately and you can’t help but freeze in your spot in front of her.

This is Jihoon’s mother.

Jungkook’s ex-wife.

A woman you haven’t met yet and you’re not sure if she knows about you yet. You’ve only been dating Jungkook for a few months after all.

“Who the hell are you?” Minji asks, not greeting you whatsoever.

“I- um,” you don’t know what to tell her. To be fair, it does look kinda sketchy – a stranger in her ex-husband’s home, her son nowhere in sight. “I’m ____.”

She raises an eyebrow at you, pushing past you and wandering into Jungkook’s apartment, looking around and trying to locate Jihoon. When she doesn’t spot him on his dinosaur blanket, she turns to you with an angry expression that doesn’t sit right with you at all.

“Where’s my son?”

Before you can even think about pointing her in the direction of his room, she steps closer, arms crossed over her chest.

“Or better yet, where’s Jungkook?”

Just as you open your mouth to answer all of her questions, Jungkook walks through the front door, a content smile on his face until he spots you and his ex-wife in the middle of the living room. His face falls into a worried expression as he notices the uncomfortable look on your face. Minji quickly catches on and chuckles sarcastically.

“Oh, great! There you are,” Minji fakes a smile, looking rather unpleased as she turns her back to you and makes her way to Jungkook. “You really left your hook-up to look after our son? What the hell is wrong with you, Jungkook?”

“Oh, sorry, I’m not-“

Minji glares at you, causing you to stop talking, “honey, I don’t care what you are.”

Ouch.

“Minji…” Jungkook sighs in defeat, looking exhausted compared to when he arrived barely a minute ago. If this is what she was like when he was with her, no wonder he divorced her. You’ve just met her and you’ve already decided that you’re gonna be very careful around her. She doesn’t seem like a person you want to piss off or be on the bad side of.

“Jungkook, what won’t your son think of you when you leave him alone with women like her?”

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s from behind Minji. You can tell he’s feeling bad for not being here when his ex-wife arrived, a frown on his face as he looks at you. You offer him a half-smile, hoping it’s enough to let him know that you’re fine. That her words don’t affect you as much as they could’ve. You’re not sure if he believes you or not but he leaves it for now, turning his attention back to Minji.

“First of all, ____ is not just a hook-up,” he begins, turning on his heel to make his way to Jihoon’s room. Minji glances back at you for a short moment before following in Jungkook’s heels. Jihoon soon emerges from his room, spotting his mother immediately. A bright grin spreads across his face as he cutely runs towards her, allowing himself to be scooped up in her arms.

“Mommy!”

“Hi, baby!” Minji coos, smooching his cheek before poking his tiny nose.

You can’t help but smile at the sight, noticing how Minji’s entire aura changed the second she saw her son coming at her, all excited and happy. Jungkook isn’t smiling though, he looks at Minji as if he’s about to scold her, a disapproving look on his face.

“Second, Jihoon has met ____ a few times already and they get along pretty well,” Jungkook tells his ex-wife as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I would never bring someone to meet Jihoon if I wasn’t serious about them, alright? You of all people should know that.”

Minji doesn’t seem to know what to say so she lets out a defeated sigh and nods, silently telling Jungkook that she understands. You watch from your spot a few feet away, not sure what to do or say when she glances at you shortly – still looking rather unsatisfied with your presence.

“I’ll go get his stuff,” Minji tells Jungkook and steps around him, heading for Jihoon’s room with him still resting on her hip. Once they’ve left the room, Jungkook is by your side. You smile up at him but he doesn’t reciprocate it, hand coming up to softly brush over your cheek.

“You okay?” He asks, concern etched on his face.

You nod, “yeah, I’m fine. I’ve been called worse.”

Jungkook sighs deeply when you let out a chuckle, trying to relieve the tension, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when she showed up. She didn’t call to say she would pick him up earlier.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” you assure him, “nothing terrible happened.”

Jungkook knows you’re right. Nothing bad happened (except for Minji calling you his hook-up when you’re far from that at this point) but Jungkook still feels bad for not being here when his ex-wife showed up. He can only imagine the panic you must’ve felt the moment you opened the door and realized who it was. Minji can come off as quite intimidating when she meets new people; especially people who are involved with Jungkook.

“This was not how you guys were supposed to meet,” he grumbles, wrapping his arms around you to pull you in for a hug. You chuckle again, wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him back. “I had it all planned out but I guess that’s not relevant anymore.”

Before you can give him any sort of response, someone clears their throat. You and Jungkook let go of each other and turn to face Minji. She’s staring at the two of you, an unreadable expression on her face as her eyes shift between you and Jungkook. She glances at Jungkook’s arm that is still snaked around your waist to keep you close.

“Got everything?” Jungkook asks, letting go of you entirely before moving closer to her and Jihoon. You stay back, watching as Jungkook scoops his son from Minji’s arms, throwing him in the air before hugging him close to his chest. Jihoon laughs and hugs his father back, his small arms wrapped around Jungkook’s neck. You feel your heart grow twice in size as you watch them interact, feeling all sorts of things as Jungkook tells Jihoon goodbye.

“I’ll see you next week, buddy,” Jungkook says, squatting to put Jihoon down. Jihoon grabs onto his mother’s hand, letting himself be tugged along towards the front door.

“Say ‘bye, daddy’,” Minji tells Jihoon right before they leave through the door.

“Bye, daddy!” He waves at Jungkook before waving at you too, “bye bye, ____!”

“Bye, Jihoon!” You grin, waving back at him.

Jungkook smiles at the short but adorable interaction, closing the front door after them. He sighs as he turns to face you again, apologetic eyes replacing his usual warm dark brown ones. A soft smile spreads across your face as he moves closer. Your heart swells when he slides his arms around your waist to hug you again, his face burying itself in the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles.

“Don’t be,” you softly say as you embrace him in return, letting yourself be dragged towards the couch by him. You plop down on the couch, Jungkook laying himself between your legs, face still deeply buried between your neck and shoulder. Your hand caress his broad back, occasionally running up into his hair.

Jungkook lifts his head after a while of complete silence, meeting your eyes. He looks at you, chocolate brown eyes scanning your face as if to make sure you’re one hundred percent okay.

“It’s fine,” you tell him, cupping his face and thumbs brushing his cheeks, “I’m fine.”

“You’re too nice,” he says after a quiet moment, “anyone else would’ve been gone a long time ago. But not you… You’re still here.”

You smile, tugging him closer, “I am.”

His lips brush yours, breaths clashing.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

You don’t get to ask him what for exactly before he’s closing the space between you, kissing you softly yet you feel it within the deepest part of you. Butterflies fill your stomach and Minji’s judging eyes and choice of words have perished from your mind as you slide your arms around Jungkook’s neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens.

When a soft, delicate moan escapes your lips and falls into Jungkook’s mouth, he sighs deeply and lets his hand bring one of your legs around his waist. When his other hand finds one of yours to pin it above your head, fingers intertwining, you know today’s accidental meeting will be forgotten and replaced by the man above you.

And by him only.

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