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🍷 summary: he knew he had to have her the moment their eyes met. jimin was known for his insatiable appetite. women flocked to him in droves until you arrived hardly impressed and not giving him the time of day. will he succeed? or will a sense of duty overcloud your judgment?

🍷 genre(s)/au: angst, drama, smut, e2l, s2l, romance, slow burn, supernatural au

🍷 sin: lust

🍷 pairing: vampire!park jimin x slayer!(f)oc

🍷 rating: 18+

🍷 warning(s): swearing, mentions of blood, biting, violence, fighting, dirty talk, nipple play, hickeys, unprotected sex, choking, praise, hair pulling, multiple sex positions, oral (f receiving), hand job, shower sex

🍷 word count: 9.8k

🍷 a/n: for @yutasthetic @sugakookitty & @thebiasrekkers :

seven deadly sins collab

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A huge shot out to @spicykoreantatertots Hannah can't thank you enough for beta reading this and helping showcase something i'm proud of 💜💜💜

The walls of the stall in the bathroom shook violently as her back struck against it. His hips slapped against hers, digging his fingers into her skin to the point where marks formed. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, holding on for dear life.

Being quiet wasn’t an option. Breathy moans filled the air as his cock thrust into her cunt.

“Feels good, hmm?”

“Oh...oh...yes...fuck me,” she pleaded.

“Say my name,” he crooned, nibbling on her earlobe.

“J-Jimin, please don’t tease me.”

He smirked against her skin, nipping at the flesh as his tongue snaked out. His following words were punctuated with deep thrusts.

“You’re my toy, and I can do whatever I want with you,” he whispered, sniffing her hair. “Fuck, you smell so good. Can’t wait to taste you.”

The woman threw her head back as a particular thrust made her quiver. “Please! Please do it. I want you, Jimin!”

His lip curled, revealing a pair of fangs sliding into view. “As you wish.”

The terror crossed her face as she tried to pry herself from him, but his iron grip stayed.

“H-Hey, what are you–”

Before she could finish her sentence, Jimin sank his fangs into her pretty young throat, crushing her trachea. Her eyes were bright, with a jolting sensation burning through her. He devoured her life force, gulping it down in a series of feral, greedy swallows, indulging without mercy or hesitation.

She was gone in seconds, never having a chance, lids lowering, body crumbling, the vitality sucked out of her. Breaking his lethal kiss, Jimin pulled his head back and gasped with pleasure, wallowing in the rapture of the moment. Licking his lips, he dropped her body to the floor, wiped his mouth, and slipped out of the bathroom. Jimin took out his phone and dialed a number. Once the other line picked up he only said two words.

“Red Death.”

He pressed the red button and put the phone away. The music from the club thumped loud as he sauntered over to sit down at the bar. The bartender placed a drink before him just as a woman walked over, sitting next to him.

Jimin eyed her with wanton abandon as his eyes twinkled.

“Hello there.”

...

Mardi Gras.

She looked outside the window with a slight frown. Now that night had fallen, the city became alive. Music filled the streets as people, young and old, drunkenly walked along the sidewalks and streets. She clicked her tongue in annoyance. New Orleans was beginning to lose the charm to her. Sure, a few years ago, Geneva had been under its spell and seduced by what it had to offer—ultimately leading her down a path to where she almost destroyed herself. Still, a slight smirk appeared on her face. No matter how much she hated it, New Orleans was her home.

The town car slowed to a stop in front of a small tavern on the outskirts of the French Quarter, causing her to drift back to the present.

Of course, he'd pick this place.

The door opened, and she exited the car, adjusting her jacket before she walked inside. Now she could see why he chose this place. It was crowded but not overly packed. The people came from all walks of life, and they kept to themselves. Good.

The bellow of smoke crawled out from the top of a booth in the corner. She made her way over and slipped into the booth. Her fingers toyed with the zipper, removing her leather jacket entirely, revealing her outfit: dark jeans, black boots, and tank; easy to move in and comfortable. She smiled, shaking the dark wavy tresses from off her face.

"Are these theatrics necessary, Yoongi?"

The older man sat up, pushing his features slowly into the light. He removed his cigarette, letting her see a smile appear.

"Wouldn’t be me if I didn’t."

She drummed her nails on the table impatiently. "Well, you have my attention. I've answered your call. What do you want?" He pulled out a thick folder and pushed it towards her. She sighed, rubbing her eyes, but opened it. Her eyes widened as she read the contents. Inside were details of her next assignment.

“Bodies found around bars on Bourbon Street. You want me to investigate?”

Yoongi nodded. “It’s been a problem over the past few months. If you do find something, take care of it. Whoever is behind it, is getting media coverage. We don’t need the exposure.”

Geneva set the stack of papers down and glared at him. "So, I'm off probation?" Yoongi chuckled as he tapped the ash into the ashtray. His dark brown eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. "I spoke on your behalf to the board. They want… er...a trial period for now."

"Bullshit. I'm the best you've got-"

"Until you went rogue," he interrupted.

They held their gaze on each other until she rolled her eyes and let out a hiss. "We're not talking about it again. I'll do this assignment, but it better get me off this probation shit. Understand?"

Yoongi gave a curt nod. "I'll see what I can do."

Geneva didn't feel the least bit relieved. Still, it was a small start. She grabbed the papers and slid out the booth without so much as a goodbye to her mentor. She had work to do.

Bourbon street was already crowded with drunk people all around. During the daytime, it was tame, but as soon as the sun went down, all bets were off. She went by enough women flashing for beads to last her a lifetime.

Do they still do that?

Shaking her head, she continued avoiding any puddles on the street. You never knew what could be on the ground. She'd already seen a police horse relieve itself near a lamppost. The pungent smell of vomit and urine wafted around the block, causing her to cover her nose.

"What I wouldn't give for a breeze," she muttered.

Every few feet, a pretty lady would try to get her to buy $3 shots, and she’d politely decline. Her ears picked up on loud music from every club on the main street. Jazz horns from the street corner musicians kept onlookers observing as they threw money into a hat.

To be so carefree. How I envy them.

Frowning, she shook the negative thoughts away. Like this was the time or place to start feeling sad for herself. For goodness sake, she was on the job! Though she wasn't particularly fond of overcrowded areas, it made it easier to stay hidden. This part of town wasn't exactly safe. The drinks and entertainment were better, but you had to keep your wits about yourself, something the tourists lacked...which made better targets for nocturnal predators. As Geneva walked further down Bourbon street, the crowds had become rowdier as the alcohol flowed more. Inhibitions were looser. A club off the main path caught her eye.

The Red Death. An exciting name for a place. But it seemed to attract both locals and tourists alike. Curiosity got the best of her, and she walked towards the area. The bouncer let her in without a fuss. She surveyed the inside of the club carefully. Matching the name of the place, the interior was covered in shades of red with black accents. Strobe lights flickered as the latest EDM beats exploded from the speakers, and bodies moved, sweaty and grinding on the dance floor. She headed straight to the bar and ordered a drink. The bartender handed her a glass instantaneously with a smile that she returned. Geneva turned in her seat to face the dance floor. Swirling her glass, she brought it up to her lips, letting the amber liquid slide down her throat as the warmth rushed over her body. She closed her eyes and moved her head to the beat of the music.

Jimin sat in the corner of the club as one woman rolled her hips against his. Hands placed on her hips, he guided her against him, making her moan. She threw her head back as his fingers traveled from her hips up to her waist. His lips found her pulse point, dragging them along her neck as her breath hitched. He could hear the blood pounding, and it made his hunger grow. His fangs tensed up before they slid into view. Just as he was about to sink into her throat, his eyes darted across the room, landing on Geneva.

If he had a beating heart, it would have stopped right then and there. She was a vision. Jimin’s tongue slid out to wet his lips as his gaze darkened. Almost forgetting about the woman dancing in front of him, he stood, making her fall to the floor. Her words deaf on his ears, he strolled over to the bar, choosing the vacant seat right next to her. He ordered his usual glass of Sangiovese and sniffed the contents with a coy smirk.

He signaled to the bartender, pointing to her drink. “Put her drink on my tab.”

Geneva opened her eyes to see a man looking at her hungrily. She couldn’t read his aura, which puzzled her. His ash gray hair hung over his eyes, and she couldn’t tell what color they were. He was wearing a leather jacket, white shirt, dark jeans, black boots and holding a small glass in his hand.

“Do I know you?” she asked, annoyed with his interruption.

“Not yet,” he whispered.

As if her eyes couldn’t roll any further up. She threw some money on the bar and got up quickly. Her instincts kicked in, and they were told to do one thing: leave. He grabbed her by her hand and pulled her close.

“Hey, listen, I’m not used to this, but would you–”

A shiver ran through her body at his voice. She shook the feeling away and pulled her hand forcibly from his grip.

“Stay away from me, or you won’t have a hand to shake your pencil dick with,” she threatened.

Jimin stepped back as Geneva turned on her heel and walked away. He scratched his head, watching her retreating form. That was certainly a first. Never had anyone made him feel that self-conscious before. He was used to women throwing themselves at him. Even a smile from him sent them into a tizzy. He didn’t like it one bit.

“All the more to get to know you,” he murmured.

The air was suffocating; Geneva ran out of the club, clutching her chest. She leaned on the side of a pole, her breathing erratic. What was this feeling? It was unlike anything she’d ever been through. She needed to focus; being in this state wouldn’t do her any good. Considering this a loss for the night, she decided to go back home. As she walked on, the man from the club kept invading her thoughts.

Why?

---

His tongue licked a trail from her belly button to her collar bone. The whimpers were music to his ears. He smiled against her skin, wanting to hear more melodic sounds from her lips. He reached her breasts, plucking a dark-hued nipple into his mouth to swirl it with his tongue, suckling greedily his free hand groped and squeezed the other. She squirmed underneath him entirely under his spell.

“J-Jimin...please,” she pleaded.

His eyes closed in ecstasy. He grunted, feeling his pants tighten in discomfort. He removed his lips from her nipple with a pop and worked on the other, not wanting to neglect it. Suckling with fervor, dark marks bloomed upon her skin. He raised his head, looking at his handiwork.

“Beautiful,” he cooed.

She was like putty in his hands.

“Are you ready?” he asked as he unbuttoned his shirt.

With a heated gaze, she nodded furiously. He bit his lip, watching as her legs unceremoniously spread for him. Already high off the scent she gave him, he was erect and eager, nearly tearing his pants off. His fangs slid into view, studying her form.

“Oh, angel. You’re mine.”

His eyes popped open in the darkness. Fury filled his lungs as he glanced around at his surroundings. Alone. As usual.

“Fuck,” he spat, throwing off his covers and stalking over to the bathroom.

Jimin gazed at his reflection with scrutiny. He twisted the faucet on and splashed ice-cold water on his face. When did he ever dream? Not in centuries. He scowled as he reached for the towel on the hook.

“Who is she?” he mumbled as he wiped his face. He stormed back into his room, the blackout curtains keeping his place pitch black. By now, it would be dawn. The sunrise was approaching. He sighed, taking a swig from the glass on his nightstand. He needed to find out more about her.

“I’ll find you, angel,” he whispered into the darkness.

---

A restless night slowly turned into a nervous morning. Her eyes stared at the ceiling, watching the fan turn slowly, stirring the stagnant of the room. Geneva opted for a small hotel room right in the middle of the city. She set up shop quickly, making the room to her liking and requesting the staff not to intrude on the space at all. The Le Pavillon Hotel was right off of Bourbon Street and overlooked the French Quarter perfectly. Better location equaled solid hunting ground.

Still, her stomach twisted in knots. She couldn’t shake that feeling she had from the previous night. After that man spoke to her, she had a panic attack. It could not happen again. If Yoongi found out, she’d be removed from the field.

Not a chance in hell.

The muscles in her neck tensed. She grabbed her duffel bag and opened the contents letting the weapons fall on her bed in a clatter. Guns, knives, brass knuckles, throwing darts, anything you could imagine fell out. She littered through sorting out the pile taking inventory, deciding a few blades and a small handgun would be sufficient for her nighttime stroll. As night slowly fell, she took her time, working and studying the city’s lay from her maps.

For now, she would continue her recon and travel along Bourbon Street for the night. Crypts and the swamps would be for another day.

Her best bet was to return to the Red Death. Something about that place made her want to make an appearance. Opting to dress a bit more touristy, she checked herself out in the mirror. She tugged at the high-waisted shorts. Paired with a dark purple crop top and black boots, she’d blend in with patrons. With that, she walked out and began to explore the hidden nightlife of New Orleans once more.

---

Jimin sipped his drink at the bar, choosing a spot to give him a broader view of the club. A few women stopped by his seat, rubbing against him, whispering lustful, drenched promises. Any other time, he’d take one in the restroom or behind the club, but tonight...tonight was different.

He waved them away with a gesture or look, his mind occupied elsewhere. And then she entered. He let out an audible gulp watching her walk. The way her hips swung with each step. His jaw nearly dropped. She walked over to the bartender giving a wave, and ordered her drink. Jimin stared at his glass, debating if he should speak to her.

No. Wait.

He watched with fascination as she threw back two shots and went immediately to the dance floor. He licked his lips as his hunger grew. Why was she having this effect on him? As he got the courage to dance with her, a man walked behind her, offering a dance. Jimin’s eyes narrowed.

There’s no way she’ll accept.

Geneva let him grab her hips as they swayed to the beat. The male smirked as they danced, his eyes glowing in the darkness.

Jimin’s blood began to boil as his fangs tensed. This was his place. She was his. The man whispered in her ear, making her giggle.

“What’s your name?” he asked, pressing close to her so she’d hear him.

Geneva smirked to herself as they danced. She turned to face him, wrapping her hands around her neck. “I’m GiGi.”

“Lovely name. I’m Warren.” He gave her a toothy grin.

Geneva gave him a nod of acknowledgment, and they continued to dance. Eventually, she pulled away, stating how she needed air. Warren seemed annoyed but let her leave. She made her way towards the restrooms, but something made her stop in her tracks. The hairs on the back of her neck raised slightly. She was being watched. Her head turned to the left...then the right... A frown passed her lips. She didn’t like this at all.

Too many people around to notice if one was just looking at her. That didn't sit too well with her. Her senses went into overdrive. She sighed, she shook her head in disbelief and continued her walk.

"I’m paranoid–"

She barely got the words out as an arm shot out, dragging her into a hallway. It led out to the alley behind the bar. Her head smashed against the side of the brick walk, making her see stars. Three people, two men, and one woman, all looked down at her hungrily. She recognized one man as Warren.

He smirked, pushing his blonde hair off his face as he stepped forward with a smile as his fangs came into view. "Hello, lovely."

Geneva came to quickly, letting out a groan, her head throbbing from the impact. Could she beat them? Maybe. A challenge for sure. Nonetheless, three against one was difficult even for a seasoned hunter.

Warren moved into her personal space, wrapping a finger around a strand of her dark hair with a hiss.

"I didn't think I'd find anything this exquisite tonight, and here you are."

The second male, a short man with locs, grinned, eyeing Geneva up and down. "Are ya gonna talk all night or we gonna eat? I'm fuckin' starving!" The woman hissed at him, flicking her dark brown hair over her shoulder. "Shut up, Kai. If anyone is going to get the first bite, it's me. Ladies first."

Warren snorted. "You’re a lady Cali?” The female flipped him off with a growl. Geneva rolled her eyes at the scene unfolding. "Can we get on with it already?"

Warren hissed, taking her by the neck as his eyes glowed. "You got a mouth on you, love. I prefer my food to be silent." He chuckled as his fangs appeared. "No matter, in a minute, you won't feel a thing."

Geneva reeled her head back and rammed it against his face. Warren staggered back, holding his broken nose. He groaned as the blood gushed down his chin. The other two vampires, quite stunned, quickly got into attack mode. Geneva grabbed the hidden blade in her boot.

She flipped it open; eyes narrowed and ready to strike. Kai yelled, running towards her. He growled and swung a right hook at her. Geneva ducked around, jumping to the side before grabbing his arm and twisting it entirely around. The bone cracked instantly. He screamed and backed away. She kicked him in his side and sent him flying into the side of a dumpster. As she ran over to him with her blade to finish him off, the female vampire did a roundhouse kick, catching her legs from under her and slammed down on the concrete. Her blade flew out of her hands. Geneva gasped as the air escaped her lungs.

Kai got up with some effort holding his side. Growling, he walked over to her and grabbed her by the neck. With a grin, he threw her against the wall. As he and Cali began punching her sides, Geneva blocked the attacks with some difficulty. They pulled back as she slid down the wall, wincing. Warren regained his strength and ran over, kicking her in the stomach. Geneva clenched her teeth at his attack. He took a piece of glass from the ground and twirled it between his fingers. Grinning, he looked at the other two.

“Grab her.”

Kai and Cali each took an arm and hoisted her up. Geneva struggled against their hold, trying to fight her way off of them. Her eyes widened as she saw the glass shard in his hand.

Warren chuckled, sliding the glass down her cheek.

“I think I owe you for my nose. You’re gonna scream for me.”

Geneva bit back the scream as Warren stabbed her in the side. Breathing hard through her nose, her eyes narrowed at him.

“Hmm? No scream?”

“Do it again, Warren! I wanna see her heart!”

He jerked the glass from her and went for another stab when a shot rang out. He let out a groan as the blood spot on his chest grew, and he fell to the ground. Kai’s face changed to fear. “What the–”

Where did that gunshot come from? She had no time to figure it out. Geneva took her blade out from her boot and slit his throat in one smooth motion. Kai tried to cough as he grabbed his throat, dropping to the ground. She turned to the woman with a smirk wiping the blood off the edge. The female vampire hissed darkly. "Who the fuck are you?"

Geneva smirked, rolling her shoulders. "I’m the wrong person to fuck with."

Cali extended her nails as she readied to defend herself. “I’m gonna rip your throat out.”

“Not before I extend the gesture,” Geneva taunted.

Cali screamed, running at her, and Geneva ran towards her coming at her side with a left jab. The force of the punch knocked Cali against a trash can making her stumble.

She slashed at the air aiming for Geneva’s face. She weaved around her, going into a roundhouse kick that sent the vampire flying into the air. She landed on the ground with a thud. As she raised, Geneva took a piece of broken wood and forced it into her heart. The vampire shrieked as flames covered her body. The other two bodies shriveled to dust. Geneva dropped her blade as she leaned on the brick way.

She coughed, wiping her mouth, and saw the blood in her hand. Nausea and dizziness overcame her as her vision became blurry. Her legs gave out, and she fell to the ground, losing consciousness as someone walked up to her.

The bedframe banged against the wall. Gasps and moans filled the air as he hoisted her legs over his shoulders, changing the angle. Her eyes widened as he drove deeper into her cunt. She removed her hands from the headboard and dug her nails into his back. He hissed, eyes closed, relishing the pain and pleasure. His lips found hers in a sloppy kiss. Tongues swirling for dominance, she pulled away, teasing him. He snarled at the loss of contact and moved one hand to wrap it around her throat. Fingers lightly pressing down on her airway, he smirked, watching her reaction. It made her clench her muscles causing him to shudder.

“Like that?”

She nodded eagerly.

He licked his lips. “Such a good girl...and all mine.”

She whimpered as he kissed her deeply, removing her fingers to caress her cheek.

“Angel...my angel.”

“J–”

Geneva’s eyes opened. The sudden light in the room made her shy away into the dark of the comforter she laid under. Adjusting to the natural light in the room, she pulled the comforter and looked around the room. She wasn’t in her hotel room. Frowning, she began to sit up only to stop when the pain escalated. She grabbed her side and groaned. Her ribs ached. She glanced down to see that her wound had been wrapped in a bandage.

“You’re finally awake."

Geneva’s eyes darted across the bedroom to see a man standing in the doorway. He held a tray with a sandwich, fruit, and a glass of water. Her face slowly grew in recognition. Ash gray hair, piercing eyes, those plump lips...it was the guy from the club! He walked over and set the tray on the tiny nightstand. Decked in a white shirt and jeans, he opted for casual–since he slept almost in nude. Giving her some space, he leaned against the dresser across the room.

"You've been out for a while. I was worried when you didn’t wake up after a few hours,” he explained.

"Who are you? Where am I?" Geneva asked firmly, her voice husky.

Jimin gestured for her to drink the glass of water. Geneva grabbed the glass and turned it over, a frown on her lips.

“I don’t know you, let alone trust you. You better explain yourself or things are going to get much more complicated for you.”

He gulped softly. She meant every word. He nodded and began to speak.

"My name is Park Jimin. I found you unconscious behind the club last night. I figured you didn’t want the cops involved, so I brought you back to my place and bandaged you up."

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “How did you know where I was?”

Jimin cleared his throat as he scratched the back of his head. “I admit...well, I saw you go towards the restrooms, and a group of people followed after.”

“So you were watching me.”

His eyes grew big as he shook his head. “Not...not like that. They looked sketchy.”

And you managed to take them all down by yourself.

Geneva didn’t seem convinced. With some effort, she got out of bed. “Thanks, but I don’t need your help. I can take care of myself.”

“Great job you did last night,” he replied.

She found her shoes and limped towards the door. “Unless you want some trouble, don’t fuck with me.”

Jimin crossed his arms over his chest as a smirk appeared. “I killed that first guy.”

Geneva paused as she twisted the doorknob. Turning to face him. “What?”

“You heard me,” he said, walking towards her. “I was the one that shot him. He was a vampire, and he was going to kill you if I hadn’t stepped in.”

“You–”

With a blur, Jimin was in front of Geneva, his hands caging her against the door. He gave her a coy smile.

“For your first question, yes, I am. The next one, no, I’m not going to kill you.”

Geneva let out an audible gulp. It wasn’t like her to show emotion at that moment. With him being so close, it scared her. Jimin reached out only to have her recoil from his touch. He frowned, stepping back to give her space.

Visibly shaken, Geneva attempted to calm herself down. “This is your get out of jail free card, but I’m warning you, if I see you again on the street, I will not hesitate to kill you.”

With that said, she practically ran out of his bedroom and the apartment. Jimin heard the door slam as he exhaled.

“That did not go as planned.”

Geneva stepped under the water as the steam crept into the bathroom. She let the scalding hot water clear her head as she stood under the showerhead. Grabbing her loofah, she scrubbed her skin until it felt raw.

He touched me.

She didn’t want to think about it anymore. She was a hunter. She killed things like him. Why did she leave? Geneva should have put a stake right in his chest and moved on. Bile burned her throat as she felt nauseous once more. She leaned on the shower wall, trying to rack her brain around last night’s events. She shook her head. The best thing to do was to avoid him.

And if I see him again, I will kill him.

Once her skin started to prune, she twisted the knob and stepped out of the shower. Walking out in a towel, she collapsed on her bed, exhaustion overcoming her at once. Her eyes watched the ceiling fan turn as she figured out her next move.

“Fuck.”

She knew what she needed to do, and she wasn’t looking forward to it. Geneva reached for her phone and typed in a number. The person answered, and she sighed.

“Yeah. Can we meet? Alright. See you later on, Yoongi.”

---

She stared at the plate in front of her. The beignets were untouched. Yoongi came over with two cups of coffee and placed them on the table. He frowned, staring at her.

“You love Cafe Du Monde beignets.”

She mumbled, pushing them towards him. Yoongi’s brow raised, but he sat down with a grunt. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and looked around the outdoor patio area. Geneva stared at the cafe au lait in front of her, unsure of what to say. But knowing Yoongi, he wouldn’t prompt her. One of the many qualities she respected about him. He didn’t say unnecessary things, only what was important or relevant.

“I noticed you are limping,” he stated as he drank his coffee.

“Was ambushed by a few vampires the night before while I was investigating the missing bodies.”

He paused as he lifted his cup to put it down. “You managed to kill them all?”

“Two. Someone killed the other one.”

Looking perplexed, Yoongi sat back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “There‘s not another hunter in the area. I would have known about it.”

Geneva felt the dread fill her heart, still unsure of how Yoongi would react. “A-A vampire killed the other one.”

Silence fell between them. She looked anywhere but at him. Yoongi’s lip thinned, but he let out a deep breath. “First off, are you alright?”

She hesitated but shook her head. “I don’t even know. After the attack, I must have passed out, and I woke up this morning at his place. He patched me up and claimed he didn’t want to hurt me. Said his name was Park Jimin–”

“Park Jimin?” Yoongi looked more pale than usual. He coughed slightly, looking away.

Geneva frowned, staring at him. “Y-You know of him?”

Yoongi’s eyes hardened as he stood. “Stay away from him.”

Geneva scoffed as she followed suit, standing and pushing in her chair. “I don’t intend to–”

“Just promise me that. I can’t explain now, but I swear it will make sense soon enough. Stay away from Park Jimin; avoid him at all costs. For now, stop investigating. Wait for my call later.”

He left without another word leaving Geneva very self-conscious. Why would he even say that? She’d never seen him so unhinged before. Yoongi was always someone who kept a cool head when times got rough. It made him an efficient hunter. One who could think on his feet at a moment’s notice. She didn’t like feeling this unsure. Geneva walked down the street deep in thought. The conversation with Yoongi still on her mind. She couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling she felt. If she wanted to admit it to herself, she couldn’t stop thinking about Jimin. While she was ready to attack, he remained calm the entire time. At the time, the look in his eyes wasn’t of a blood-thirsty killer. She almost felt safe in his presence.

Silly girl.

She shook her head, grimacing. There was no way.

You want to see him again.

She felt ill. “I can’t do this.”

Resolve made her go back to her hotel room. While the itch to go hunt was apparent, she didn’t want to disobey Yoongi’s orders. She would wait for his call and go from there.

---

Jimin licked his fingers with a frown. He propped the woman against the wall and walked away. Adjusting his jacket, he cleared his throat and walked out the alleyway. He muttered to himself as he walked down the street. Distracted by his thoughts, he had no time to react to someone grabbing him and shoving him into an abandoned building. Jimin grunted in pain as he stumbled over the debris and fell to the floor. A flashlight hit his face, making him cover his eyes.

“What the fuck–”

“Best if you keep your mouth shut,” they warned.

Realization crossed his face as he recognized the voice. He rose to his feet, wiping the dust from his clothes.

“Hello, Yoongi.”

The older man lowered his flashlight, clicking it off. A scowl darkened on his face. “We had an agreement.”

Jimin chuckled as he leaned against a pillar. “We did? Yoongi, at my age, I tend to forget certain things–”

Yoongi lunged for the vampire, grabbing the front of his shirt. Jimin’s head struck the pillar as Yoongi growled, shaking him.

“Do you realize what you could do? Everything was going well, and you had to go and fuck it up! It was simple. I’d clean up your killings and you can do what you please.”

“Nothing to clean up. The woman isn’t dead in the alley,” he explained.

Yoongi blinked as his expression looked perplexed. “What do you mean?”

“I only drank what I needed. She’s not dead. Go check,” he said.

“You’re not off the hook.”

“I don’t know–”

“It’s in your best interest not to bullshit me, Jimin. I know you’ve talked to her. Hell, you had her at your apartment! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Jimin shrugged with some effort. “It wasn’t a big deal. She ran away from me, even threatened me when I tried chatting her up.”

Yoongi snarled, releasing his hold on him and stepping back. With a yell, he kicked a broken chair.

“You better hope that she won’t remember you.”

Hurt flashed across Jimin’s face before he covered it by rolling his eyes. “Not like that is ever gonna happen.”

Yoongi shot him a look. “I’m serious. This could blow up in our faces. You don’t realize the trouble I could get in for even being seen with you. Geneva can’t know anything about you. You need to leave town.”

“Like hell. You send her away! I was here first,” he retorted.

“I would think a creature like you would have resources,” Yoongi taunted. “Geneva asked about who you are; now I have to clean up your mess, again.”

He looked crestfallen. Jimin sighed heavily as he met Yoongi’s eyes. “Alright. I’ll leave town tomorrow. I couldn’t bear for anything to happen to her.”

Yoongi’s scowl dropped as he pushed the hair off his face. “It won’t. I’ll make sure of it.”

Jimin pushed past Yoongi, his steps slower than usual. “Hold your end of the bargain, Min. That’s all I ask.”

“Done.”

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Geneva was restless. Who knew when Yoongi would call her. She had her plan, and she refused to wait around for anyone. As much as she needed to stay away from Jimin, she needed to find him. If it weren’t for how Yoongi reacted to his name, she would have moved on, but her intuition told her to pursue it. She wasn’t one to back down from it. That gift saved her many times before.

“I’ll go back to the Red Death,” she told herself.

Crowded, as usual, she weaved through the crowd, eyes scanning for some familiarity. She sat at the bar, ordering a drink to distract her from her thoughts.

“Looking for me?”

She looked up from her drink to see him standing next to her. Looking just as ethereal as he did the first time they met, Jimin brushed his hair off his face staring at her with unashamed desire. Geneva nodded slowly. Jimin took her hand, brought it up to his lips, and kissed it gently. Geneva’s heart hammered in her chest. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth as she tried to speak.

“We...we–”

“We should go somewhere and talk,” Jimin finished, an inviting smile on his lips.

“Y-Yes.”

He placed some money on the table and helped her out of her chair. “You choose the place.”

“My hotel room. We won’t be disturbed.”

“Okay.”

Geneva paced around the room as Jimin leaned against the dresser. He watched as she fiddled with everything in the room, picking up items to keep busy. She’d never been this anxious before.

“Geneva–”

“Would you like something to drink? Water? Wine? Whiskey?” Geneva hurried over to the minibar, immersing herself in the task.

She didn’t realize her hands were shaking as she tried to pour the whiskey into the glasses. Her hands steadied as Jimin stepped forward, wrapping his hand over hers. Her eyes met his, and she exhaled. He gave a look, jerking his head towards the chaise lounge, and she took the hint to sit down. Jimin poured them each a healthy portion and sat across from her to give her space. They say in silence; the only sounds were the ice cubes clinking in their glasses.

Geneva let out a deep breath and placed her drink down. “Who are you to me?”

Jimin leaned back, crossing his leg over the other. “You have questions.”

“Isn’t it obvious? I-I don’t why but I have this feeling that I needed to find you. I’m not sure what it is, but there’s a pull to you. I’m confused because I don’t even know who you are. And the one person I trust won’t be honest with me so maybe you explain it.”

Jimin let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “It’s...it’s complicated.”

“Try me,” she barked. “Because I was fine until you came into my life. I need to know why I am supposed to stay away from you.”

Jimin rubbed his face in frustration. To tell her or not to say to her. Yoongi would murder him, but she was the one that sought him out. Why deny her the answers she sought.

“I need to know,” she added.

“I thought I was over you,” he began. “When I saw you that first at Red Death, I couldn’t believe it. You were there right in front of me.”

He smiled fondly as his face softened. “I didn’t think it was possible. I thought I lost you back then.”

“What are you talking about, Jimin?”

“You’re my mate,” he answered quietly.

Geneva blinked in disbelief. “What?”

Jimin shook his head. “I mean, you were...not you, but a reincarnation.”

She couldn’t believe her ears. “I don’t understand.”

Jimin pulled something out of his coat pocket and handed it to her. She unfolded the paper to reveal a picture of a woman who looked exactly like her. She brushed her hands over the photo.

“I can’t believe this.”

“Believe it.”

She glanced at him curiously. “What happened?”

Jimin swallowed the lump, trying to form in his throat. “She died of tuberculosis. I was changed while on a trip. I wasn’t there for her and lived with that guilt each day.”

She gave him back the photo. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. By some fate, we’ve found each other again.”

Geneva rose from her chair, shaking her head. “You’re wrong. This would never work out. I hunt your kind, vicious, bloody killers.”

Jimin frowned. “If I were like them, I would have killed you during that ambush. Instead, I killed one of my own and nursed you back to health.”

She let out a harsh laugh. “What? Do you think that absolves you for all the sins you’ve committed? Do you want my gratitude?! I would have gone down fighting. I know what I signed up for. I’ve been trained to do this. Who are you to take that from me?”

Jimin winced at the jarring remarks. He stood, eyes to the floor. This woman wasn’t her. There was no way. Whatever had been there in the past was gone.

“You’re right. I overstepped my boundaries. Yoongi warned me, and I didn’t listen.”

Geneva turned her back to him, rubbing the back of her neck as she looked out the window. Jimin observed her body language. Did she mean what she said? Was she just pushing him away? She felt drawn toward him, but it goes against all of her training.

“Please leave,” she ordered.

Her eyes closed just as she felt the cool touch of his fingers encircle her body. Jimin rested his forehead on her back.

“You wouldn’t be this angry if it weren’t true, but I know you, Geneva. You can’t deny the pull you have towards me. You’ve been having dreams, right?”

She remained silent.

Jimin rotated her around to face him, tentatively. He lifted her chin, tilting her face to meet his stare.

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Show me you don’t care. If you feel nothing, I’ll leave town never to bother you again,” he propositioned.

“I–”

Their eyes locked as his finger touched her lips. “Don’t overthink it.”

Jimin bent down and brushed his lips on hers gently. There was no urgency in the kiss. To his surprise, Geneva reciprocated the kiss. Her hands found their way to the back of his head, pulling him closer. Jimin wasted no time bringing her into his arms. Their kiss deepened as their mouths explored one another. His lips were so soft, so inviting. Jimin was addicted to her, and he needed more. His tongue pressed against her lips, wanting access. She gladly accepted. Growls formed in his throat as he gripped her backside and lifted her off the floor. Her back hit the wall as the pair continued to kiss feverishly. Jimin took her breath away, swallowing all her moans and whines. Fingers digging into the curve of her ass. Their lips parted, letting Geneva catch her breath. She bit her bottom lip staring at him.

“Wow.”

A cocky smirk appeared on his face. “Not bad, eh?”

She chuckled, flicking his forehead. “I’ve had better.”

His brow raised. “Have you now.”

In one fluid motion, his hand smacked her backside, making her jump. “I may need to try harder.”

It seemed a fire ignited in her eyes as she nuzzled against him, placing a kiss on his neck. Jimin froze, trying to hold back a moan. “I guess you do.”

His eyes darted over to the bed. “There?”

“Or here.”

Jimin put her down and turned her around. Geneva stuck her ass out, causing him to swat it. She cooed as he nearly ripped her shorts off. Jimin undid his pants, pushing them down past his ass. He kissed a trail up her neck and massaged her hips.

“I’ll be gentle,” he murmured.

“Don’t,” she whimpered impatiently.

Cock already erect and dribbling precum, Jimin fisted his shaft with a hiss. He tapped the head on her ass with a smile. Finding that sweet spot on her neck, Jimin guided the head of his shaft past her entrance. Her scent was intoxicating. He almost cried out at how her walls clenched him. Jimin suckled the spot on her neck as he inched in. Geneva’s legs trembled, trying her best to relax.

“J-Jimin,” she purred.

“Almost there, angel. Relax for me,” he whispered.

Soon he bottomed out, groaning at the sensation. She didn’t want gentle, and he’d gladly fulfill her wishes. Fingers dug into her hips as he snapped into her with steady thrusts. Each was making her body jiggle. Geneva’s hands braced the wall, letting out a few straggled cries. Jimin slapped her backside, letting out guttural groans.

“F-Fuck angel. You feel heavenly,” he cooed.

Her legs shook from standing, and Jimin turned her back around and wrapped her legs around him; she slid back onto him, crying out at the new angle. He bounced her on his cock, sliding his shaft into her cunt. His balls slapped against her ass as his thrust quickened.

Geneva’s eyes squeezed shut, not wanting it to end. He felt so good. It was unlike anything she’d ever imagined. Her walls quivered around his length, and he knew she was close. He pulsed inside her knowing he’d follow soon enough. Without another thought, he brought her over to the bed. Jimin propped her legs over his shoulder, driving into her cunt. His muscles were contracting. Face contorted in concentration, he forced himself deeper, brushing against her g spot. Geneva’s moans grew louder as she scratched his back. He hissed, loving the pain it caused.

“Angel, are you gonna cum for me?”

Geneva nodded as she sank into the pillows.

“Words, darling. Let me hear you speak,” he cooed.

“Y-Yes. I’m gonna cum for you.”

Jimin let out a needy moan as his eyes rolled back. “Shit, I’m gonna fill you up, make it spill out. Can I do that, angel? Can I please?”

“Please do, Jimin! Please!”

It was music to his ears. Jimin grabbed her ankle, kissing her up and down her calf as he moved, wanting her to feel just as good as he was feeling. By the sounds she made, it was only a matter of time. Geneva’s hips raised as she felt knots in her stomach start to unravel. Her walls throbbed around his length as she met his rhythm.

“Jimin,” she whimpered.

“It’s alright,” he urged. “You can let go, angel.”

It was all she needed. It felt as if electricity jolted through her body, an earth-shattering moment frozen in time. Jimin watched in awe as her mouth shaped the perfect ‘o’. Mesmerized, his orgasm not far after her, letting out a slew of curses groaning her name as he coated her walls white. He spilled his seed deep into her cunt, grunting. His arms gave out as he collapsed on top of her. Geneva stroked his air as they caught their second wind.

Jimin lifted his head, giving her a lopsided grin. “Are you okay?”

Geneva poked his nose with her finger and chuckled. “I’m more than okay.”

His eyes sparkled darkly as he licked his lips. “Excellent. My appetite is still insatiable.”

“What do you mean?”

“Better if I show you, angel.”

Jimin slipped from her folds with a content sigh and spread her legs. He gazed at her weeping pussy, his seed seeping out. The drool almost fell from his lips as he got on his knees. Once he was at eye level, he kissed her inner thigh. Geneva gasped, reaching to grip his hair. Jimin smirked.

“My my. Such a needy angel. Can’t wait to taste this pretty pussy.” He looked up at her searching her eyes. “May I?”

“Oh yes, Jimin!”

“As you wish.”

Jimin ran his tongue along her fold, tasting their combined juices. He cried out sinfully as he feasted, his tongue dipping into her core. Geneva was a shivering mess. Overstimulation took over as he suckled her clit. She anchored his head in place, not wanting to move from that spot.

“I’m gonna–”

She shrieked as her hips rocked against his mouth, the white-hot lights flashing across her eyes as she rode her orgasm. It came so fast, so sudden. She didn’t know how to react. The wind left her lungs, making her fall to the bed, gasping. Jimin sat back on his heels, licking the remnants off his lips and face. He crawled back up to Geneva and wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling against her. He stroked her bangs off her face whispering soft, kind words to her. He rubbed circles on her skin as she came down from her high. It soothed her as she cuddled against him.

“That wasn’t over-excessive, was it?”

“No,” she answered, looking at him with a reassuring smile.

“Are you sure?” He asked with a frown.

Geneva scoffed but hid a smirk. “I fight supernatural creatures. I think I can take a bit of a beating.”

Jimin rolled his eyes as he pulled her close and planted a kiss on her lips. “I’m not going to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

He kissed her forehead and motioned towards the bathroom. “I think we’ve earned ourselves a nice long bath, don’t you think?”

“Mhmm.”

“I’ll be right back.”

He got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. Geneva heard him moving around, and the faucets from the clawfoot bathtub turned on. He returned soon enough and picked her up bridal style. Geneva yelped in surprise as he carried her into the bathroom.

“I can walk, Jimin.”

“I know,” he said airily.

She readied her mouth to argue but set her on edge. She checked to see if the water wasn’t too hot and slipped under the bubbles he added. Geneva let out a loud sigh as the water soothed her muscles. Jimin joined, sitting behind her and kissing each shoulder. Geneva relaxed against him as they just sat enjoying the quiet of the bath.

“Comfortable?”

“Very.”

As he began to wash her back, Geneva let her mind wander. Where did this leave them? Did she care for him? He seemed to care for her. Maybe even love her. It scared her, in a way. It happened so quickly. The risk for her was more significant than him. She was going against everything she’d been taught. Betraying everyone. If Yoongi found out, he’d have no choice but to banish her or, worse. She shuddered at the thought.

Jimin observed the emotions change on her face. Had he been wrong to tell her everything? He broke the agreement between him and Yoongi, but Geneva had to know. It was wrong to keep such a vital secret away from her. And she'd decide what she would do with it.

“Jimin–”

“Geneva–”

They laughed once they realized they spoke at the same time. Jimin smiled softly at her. “You go first.”

She focused on the bubbles in the bath, figuring out how to form her thoughts. “I’m not sure how to say this, but–”

Jimin grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently. “There’s no pressure. We don’t have to figure things out right away. That’s what we can deal with in the future. For now, we can enjoy the moment. Sounds okay?”

A smile spread on her face, and she nodded. “Okay.”

Nuzzling against him, she felt his length poke her back. She placed her hand on his face and leaned in to kiss him. Jimin dropped the washcloth wrapping his arms around her. Geneva twisted around in his lap to straddle him. Jimin lined himself up at her entrance as she sank on his cock. They groaned out as her head dropped to his shoulder.

“Damn, still so tight,” he moaned.

Geneva kissed along his neck, stroking his hair. He caressed her skin, lifting and squeezing her as she rode him slowly. The water splashed around them as she picked up her pace. Jimin moaned, seeking out her lips as he turned her head for another kiss, and he obliged, cupping her chin in his hand as he sucked on her tongue. She was close. Her body quivered against his. His cock once again throbbed inside her cunt.

“Angel, I’m close,” he whispered, nibbling on her earlobe.

“Me too,” she gasped.

Jimin took over, fingers digging into her sides as he bounced her hard on him, the water spilling out of the tub and onto the floor. Unlike her last two orgasms, this one came so quickly she had no time to prepare. Geneva let out a strangled cry as he silenced her with a kiss, swallowing the sounds. Her body jerked against his, convulsing in the tub. Jimin held her tight, riding out his release soon after. Chest rising, he laid back in the tub, rubbing her back until she stirred. By then, the water was cold, and they drained the tub and took a shower together. Jimin washed her with care, making sure she was clean and dried her with a towel. He carried her back to the bed and laid down next to her engulfing her in his arms. Even though he was cool to the touch, Geneva found comfort in his embrace. It didn’t take long for her to drift off to sleep as he massaged her scalp gently.

The cold barrel of the gun pressed to his cheek, rousing him awake. Jimin’s eyes opened to see Yoongi glaring at him. Nonverbally, the older man gestured for him to get out of the bed. With caution, Jimin removed his arm from around Geneva’s sleeping form and slipped out the bed. He put on his pants and walked out to the balcony. Yoongi closed the door behind him, the gun still pointed at the vampire.

“I could end your life right now. Just one shot and it would be all over.”

“Yoongi–”

“Shut the fuck up you piece of shit,” Yoongi growled as he waved the gun. “You just had to see her. What were you thinking?!”

Jimin shifted as he tried to figure out how to calm him down. This could be bad for him and he didn’t want to make the situation worse.

“She sought me out, Yoongi. What was I going to do? Deny her that much. She couldn’t stay in the dark anymore.”

“That wasn’t for you to decide. I’m done cleaning up your messes. You’re nothing but a bloodthirsty killer.”

“I-I don’t want to be like that”

“She’s mine!”

Jimin's face twisted into a snarl, his fangs appearing as his eyes flashed. “She never belonged to you. Geneva doesn’t belong to anyone! ”

Yoongi’s eyes darkened with rage as he used his thumb to pull the hammer back. “I’m sorry things didn’t go as planned Jimin. She’ll come to understand that your death served a better purpose. Goodbye.”

Geneva rushed out onto the balcony jumping in between Yoongi and Jimin. Yoongi misfired as the bullet whizzed past Jimin’s ear.

“Geneva–”

“I heard it all Yoongi.”

Disappointment crossed her face.

“I trusted you with my life. Why weren’t you ever honest with me?”

“It’s not simple Geneva. There were things that were out of my control.”

“Bullshit! You were the only constant in my life. I-I looked up to you, admired you. Thought you could never do any wrong. If anything, you betrayed me.”

Yoongi’s hands began to shake as he stared at her. “You’re a hunter, Geneva. I gave you the tools to succeed. You’ve made me proud. We can start anew. Move aside and this can be swept under the rug.”

Geneva turned her head to look at Jimin, a small smile of reassurance on her face. “I can’t. I can’t stand by while you kill him.”

“It’s him or me,” Yoongi ordered.

Her eyes hardened as she exhaled deeply. “Him. As fucked up as that is, I’ll take my chances with him, Yoongi.”

He gritted his teeth and aimed the gun at her. “Very well. You’ve made your decision. I’m sorry it had to end this way–”

Geneva’s reflexes kicked in as she sprung on Yoongi trying to knock the gun from his hand. They struggled around as Yoongi took the opportunity to slam his fist into her injured side. Geneva choked back a cry as the sharp pain tore through her body. Clenching her teeth, she slammed her palm into his nose. Blood spurted as he howled in pain dropping the gun.

She grabbed it off the ground pointing it back at him. Yoongi dropped his hand as the blood flowed from his nose. “So it’s come to this?”

She chuckled bitterly, holding her gaze. “Your own fault for teaching me.”

“One of the best.”

Jimin stepped forward and placed his hand on her shoulder. “Do you want to do this?”

“He’ll hunt us down if I don’t.”

“Do you want his blood on your hands?”

The gun felt so heavy in her hand. Could she do this? Kill him for her own selfish reasons. The doubt she felt would be ridiculed for weakness. This only proved that she wanted no part of this life anymore.

“I’m sorry Yoongi.”

“No, I’m sorry.”

Geneva blinked. Time seemed to slow down as she coughed and something dribbled down her lips. Horror crossed Jimin’s face.

“Geneva!”

She collapsed to her ground as the blood seeped from the wound in her abdomen. Jimin hissed at Yoongi. The gun in his hand dropped. Jimin yelled out as he and Yoongi ran at each other, fists raised. Jimin’s fist punched wildly at Yoongi, trying to connect with anything.

“You think I’m a monster?! You’re the monster!”

Jimin made contact with Yoongi’s nose making the man howl louder. Jimin’s strength grew as he tore at Yoongi’s shirt, exposing his neck. He licked his lips eyeing the veins.

“I should end it now. But a quick death is too good for you.”

Yoongi attempted to fight off his hold trying to wretch away. Jimin shoved him to the ground. With dead eyes, the vampire took the gun and shot Yoongi’s kneecaps. The sound alone rang out into the night. Yoongi let out a rattled breath.

“K-Kill me now!”

“Your blood isn’t worthy,” Jimin spat. Throwing the gun away, he picked up Yoongi by the scruff of his neck and brought him over to the balcony railing. Yoongi spit out blood towards him with a groan. “You’ll burn in hell.”

“Good. I know I’ll have some company with you there. Goodbye Yoongi.”

He pushed him over the railing without another word. Yoongi’s cries drowned out as he dropped to the ground until Jimin heard the body smash into the pavement. He sighed, closing his eyes.

“I failed you, Geneva.”

“J-Jimin.”

His eyes popped open to see her struggling to sit up. He ran over to her kneeling next to her and had her lean against him.

His eyes softened as he brushed the hair off her face. “I thought I lost you.”

She shivered in his arms reaching out for his hand. “J-Jimin I-I s-so c-c-cold.”

“It’s gonna be okay. You’ll be fine.”

She laughed weakly only making her cough out violently. “Liar.” Jimin shook his head as he tried to hide the sadness in his voice. “Don’t speak.”

“I-I’m sorry w-we didn’t get to see where this would go.”

Jimin kissed her forehead gently. “There is one way.”

Geneva, still weak, tried to shake her head. “No. I don’t want it.”

“Please. It’s the only way. I can’t lose you,” he begged.

“I’d be going against everything I believe, Jimin,” she whispered.

“Do you love me?”

“I-I don’t k-know,” she answered truthfully.

“I won’t turn you, but my blood can heal your wounds. Let me do that.”

Geneva gave him a look of resolve. “Okay.”

Jimin bit into his hand and held the wound up to her mouth. “Drink. You won’t change. That can only happen if I drink from you.”

Geneva let the warm liquid flow into her mouth. The iron taste changed to something sweet as she sipped it slowly. Jimin watched as the wound in her stomach stopped bleeding. He pulled away his hand wrapping a piece of cloth around it and held her.

“We’ll get through this together, I promise you that.”

After cleaning them both up, Jimin helped her towards Yoongi’s car. By his estimate, they had half a day’s lead before anyone would get suspicious. Geneva, still weak from her injury, slept quietly in the front seat. Jimin caressed her cheek fondly.

“As long as we’re together, nothing else matters.”

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untaemedqueen · 4 years

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All of these recommendations come from the heart, they’re all phenomenal pieces of writing and on top of that the writers are amazing people as well. Check out their blogs and all their fics. These are just personal faves of mine.

A- Angst | F- Fluff | S- Smut | C- Crack

picking flowers - @jamaisjoons | A/F/S

Sooooooooo fucking good, everything about this piece has my heart soaring on every level.

Dumbo - @cinnaminsvga | C/S

The way I fucking cackled while reading this is truly absurd, honestly so good. Also, cream of the crop fucking fantastic sexy bits.

Creep - @xjoonchildx | S

Soooooo good, it was a fic that lurched into my heart cause damn bitches be crazy but also like... yes. Fucking awesome

Homecoming - @taetaesbaebaepsae | S/F

First of all! This had me sweating, crying, screaming....etc... I loved everything about this KTHxJJKxY/N mpf, amazing. That’s it. That’s the tweet.

Smitten - @megahwn | F/S

So amazing! JK is peak in this fic. The writing is amazing, the smut had me sweating. We’re fucking here for it.

Play Hard - @honeymoonjin | S

Dom!Jin. That’s it. That’s the tweet. But no, seriously, this was fucking perfection. I was sweating, crying, creaming... You guys get me. Sora fucking killed me with this one

Take Me To Church - @illneverrecover | S/F

This was amazing mafia!jk, everything we need in life. Smut was so fucking good. Writing was amazing. I lived for IT!

Everything In You - @jjungkookislife | F|S

UGH! This is so amazing! Everything about this is fucking awesome. Puts me in the feels, and in the mood. The writing is top notch. Everything about this is pure gold!

Indulgence - @ppersonna | S/F

Baby girl Lindy cracking out the hard hitting fics. This was fucking incredible, had me fucking sweating. If JK did my dishes everyday.... say no fucking more. Life would imitate art. Lindy’s art to be exact.

Arrested - @ladyartemesia | A/F/S

Vi always makes me swoon. This was a piece of wooooork right here. I loved everything about it! So fucking good!

Smooth Sailing - @jeonsfilter | F/S

Put me on a boat w JJK I stg. This was soooooo good. It was so sweet and so dirty and everything was a chefs kiss. I love this fic.

Heartstrings - @peekaboongi | F/S

this was amazing!!!!!! Had my heart clenching for Chim but also sweatin when we got to the juicy bits. The writing is so great and I love it. That’s it. That’s the tweet.

Baby - @mygsii | F/S

JUNG HOSEOK! HONESTLY. This is everything! Okay? So perfectly sweet and so perfectly smutty. Everything is tied together so nice like a present w a bow. I loved this fic!

Horror Movies - @youarejesting | F

So fucking cute! Tae definitely had my heart singing with this one. It’s perfect and adorable and the ending makes me sweat! Love it!

Breathe: Hope In Isolation - @thebiasrekkers | A/F

OH MY GOD! This fic had me feeling every single feel there could possibly be! It’s beautifully written and a great read! I love this fic!

Run Little Rabbit - @readyplayerhobi | S/A/F

FUUUUUUUCK! Werewolf!Hoseok had me crazy. It’s a trilogy and a great one at that. Everything about it is phenomenal and gets me sweating! So fucking amazing!!!!!

Sore Loser - @kingsuckjin | S/F

KIM TAEHYUNG! This was fucking gold! Okay? I loved every second of reading it and it’s a great piece of writing! Had me sweating and crying and heaving! God this was a good fic

(Sugar Plum) Fair Lights - @softyoongiionly | S/F

FIRST OF ALL! YOONGI! This fic is honestly so fucking incredible! Mkay? Aqua knocks it out of the park every fucking time. This was INCREDIBLE! If you haven’t read Fear and Dumplings, YOU FUCKING NEED TO. That’s it. That’s the tweet. Had me SWEATING.

Ripped Jeans - @kookiesjoonies | S

Alex had me fuckin choking with this one, dude! SO AMAZING! I’m still screaming just thinking about it! GO READ IT!

Miss Communication - @dovechim | S

ADDIE ALWAYS KILLS ME W FICS. This is fucking amazing Joon and JK honestly had me doing all the normal things, sweating, crying, screaming.... u get it. Honestly. So fucking good. I’m in LOVE with this fic

More will be added as many people continuously make me sweat!

#taetaewonderland recommendations #many mutuals #much love #so fucking good

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btscreatorscorner · 4 years

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Welcome to BTS Writers’ Corner’s first project! In celebration of the establishment of our network as well as the renouned holiday, Valentines Day, we present Amor Fabula, a collaboration between the various writers of the network~

Project Summary: “Love can be a wonderful thing, but it can also breed chaos. Imagine a world where love is absent; where the feeling itself is restricted, misunderstood, or illegal altogether. Marriage partners are chosen for the sake of increasing the population and enhancing socioeconomic growth. Nothing more. It's a world where being in love is criminalized and your options are few: accept your fate, hide the truth in your heart, or turn your back on the world.”

THIS IS PART 1 OF THE MASTERLIST; Go to part 2 here: Masterlist Part 2

@flowerwrites06 presents: Crying Petals

Summary: Story of cotton fields and vanilla kisses as a pair of friends living together for years are hit with a stunning revelation that could strengthen or destroy their relationship.

Released: February 10th | read here

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@thebiasrekkers (Eden) presents: Touch in the Dark

Summary: Min Yoongi comes from the prestigious family of Blue Blood lineage. However, to appear philanthropic in the eyes of the public, they volunteered their son to marry someone from "humble" origins. Two years have passed since he's been married to his poor, orphan wife. But for the first time in two years, he's starting to take note of things about her that are causing shifts in his views of her, shaking his heart.

Released: Febuary 11th | read here

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@aroseforyoongi presents: Playing Fiction

Summary: For as long as you can remember, Namjoon has been your best friend. He has been an absolute constant in your life and has never wavered. The problem is that in the world you live in, everyone is matched with someone they are never supposed to love. Despite how much you would love to end up with Namjoon, you understand the gravity of it, and spend your last year together trying to savour the small moments.

Released: February 12th | read here

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@nightowlfandom presents: Follow Me

Summary: On a small island called Nue Island, there is a rule, a ritual, a curse. It is that love is a myth. Romance is a fabrication by the weak willed and foolish. When the odds seem like they're placed against you, and everything is crashing down. How can you get away, better yet, how can you escape the ultimate fate you'd be faced with and answer the question that's been on your mind for ages...is love real?

Released date: February 13th | read here

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@moccahobi presents: Amor Erratur

Summary: Yoongi’s life was fairly put together. He would go to work organizing the raffles, talk with the one good person at his office, (Y/n), and marry whoever he was paired with. If only pesky feelings didn’t get in the way of it all.

Released: February 14th | read here

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@thebiasrekkers (Tomi)/ @darknytemare presents: Way To You

Summary: Taehyung is satisfied with how his life is. Because that's what he's supposed to feel. But, a certain incident changes how he feels. And those feelings begging to unlock memories deep within his mind. He begins to question everything -including why he keeps seeing a woman who is not his wife invading his thoughts.

Released: February 15th | read here: 1 2 3

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@prisczero presents: Renegade

Summary: ‘The system’ arranged your marriage with Yoongi, but you never truly loved him.

But this was the way your life was supposed to be, and you were content.

Well, until you end up in a bar where you meet a sweetheart with a badboy exterior. The two of you fall head over heels for each other, and you are torn between your emotions and the rules.

Jimin rebels the ‘system' and shows you what emotional freedom is like.

Released: February 16th | read here

PART 2 OF THE MASTERLIST WILL BE RELEASED SOON

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darknytemare · 4 years

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Way To You

For the @btswriterscorner - Amor Fabula Launch Project in celebration of the month of Valentine’s Day!

Plot: Taehyung is happy with his life because that’s how he’s supposed to feel. He lives his life by routine to the minute. In the new world order, love is a dangerous emotion - and therefore illegal. That’s perfectly fine - until the lingering ‘dreams’ of a strange woman throw him out of sync. Mostly because that woman isn’t his wife.

Rating: M // NSFW

Genre: dystopian! au/dystopian themes | angst | smut | fluff if you squint

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female OC (Tempest Estrellado)

Warnings: Strong language, interracial relationship, mentions of drugs, blood, main character injury, implied smut

Word Count: 2,886

AN: This hot mess has 3 parts. Please enjoy and thank you for loving all that we do © thebiasrekkers/darknytemare . All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

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“Can we stay like this forever?” She always asked him this after. Their bodies drying in a cool summer breeze through an open window. Their limbs tangled and he could feel her breath against the skin of his neck. The gentle rise and fall of her shoulders. Taehyung kept his eyes closed, living within the sounds and sensations around him. His fingers could trace the colony of goosebumps on her skin. He could smell the heat of her so close. The faint sweet, salty mix of their love lingered on his lips turning upward into a dreamy smile. The rumble of his laugh deep and sensual caused her to smile.

He could always remember her eyes - they were unique. Leonine. A golden-amber concoction, a genetic mutation that added something wild to the already fierce attitude within that petite form.

His mouth formed her name, but he could never hear it. She tilted her gaze to his face as his fingers slid along her jaw.

He’d always say something - it was something that he knew he shouldn’t be saying. But, they said it to each other. They said it freely.

Then there was always pain that seared his mind.

Then the alarm would ring and it would be forgotten again.

5:30 am.

Wake up.

5:45 am.

Shower.

6 am.

Coffee. Toast. Protein bar.

6:15 am

Run 4 miles.

7 am.

Shower again. Protein bar. Protein Shake.

7:15 am.

Lock the door.

7:55 am

Arrive at work. Clock in.

8 am.

To say that Taehyung was methodical was to point out the obvious. He always showed up minutes early to work, making sure the office was lit and inviting. As inviting as their line of work was, anyway. He stared at a stack of folders on his desk. They never seemed to shrink, these stacks. Names, faces, and pertinent information lined flimsy manila folders.

It was time to gather candidates to increase the population.

He sipped a cup of coffee as the voices began to filter into the office. Taehyung carried the stack of folders to the meeting room nearby. A presentation loaded as he stood in the corner.

“Good morning, everyone. We’ve compiled the candidates for this year.” Everyone settled in their seats.

He talked numbers and statistics for almost 3 hours.

“Any other questions?” The room was silent as the lights brightened. “Alright, you know what to do.” They all stood with a nod in his direction before they filed out of the room.

12 pm.

Lunch and coffee in his office.

5 pm.

Debriefing with The Council liaison.

7 pm.

Lock up and head home.

8 pm.

Late Dinner.

“Taehyung, dinner is in the oven. I have to report to R&D tonight.” A female voice spoke softly as he walked into his home.

“I suppose it cannot be helped. Do be careful, April. Things have been slightly tense in the riot zone.” He hung up his jacket as his ‘Wife’ slid hers on. She offered a slight smile as she grabbed her badge.

“Rest well, Taehyung.” A brief touch on his shoulder. Like a dear friend wishing another friend well.

10 pm.

Sleep.

“Taehyung! Seriously! You’re slow as molasses.” A voice taunted him, a petite figure outlined in front of him. He could feel himself licking his lips. An eagerness, an urgency to get his hands on her.

She was teasing him. She knew better than to tease him. He felt heat fire through his veins. The world was so bright and vibrant. There was the crash of water, the air salty like the...sea?

The ocean - the moon was full. Full like he hadn’t seen it in ages. When was the last time the sky looked like this?

He called her name and she turned around, her full lips tilted upward in a smile. She reached behind her back tugging at the string of a bikini top. Turning away from him as it fell down her arms. He heard a sound, like an animal nearby.

He realized it was him. He growled as the sight of skin glowing under the moonlight fueled him further. It was like time sped forward and he saw her face beneath him. Their bodies intertwined, her face scrunched in orgasmic bliss as she purred. He was losing his mind, he could swear he felt her around him.

The sound of the ocean was like a lullaby as their voices crescendoed and they cried out freely. She dug her fingers into his back and dragged them across his shoulder blades. He roared as he exploded inside of her.

Time went funny as they lay together, again, on the sands. Her face obscured as she leaned over him. She smiled down at him, saying something. She called him...something. The world began to fizzle as exhaustion washed over him.

“We could stay like this forever, querido.”

The pain was stronger this time.

5:31 am

Turn the alarm off.

Taehyung clawed at the throbbing pain in his skull. He stumbled to the bathroom, reaching for the vitamins April reminded him constantly not to forget. He swallowed them down with a glass of water.

He winced as the pain throbbed behind his eye. His hands gripped the sink until his knuckles were white.

It took ten minutes for the pain to subside.

Taehyung saw the reflection in the mirror and hardly recognized it. There were bags under bloodshot eyes. He splashed cold water on his face. He stripped down to jump into a hot spray of water. He stood there for fifteen minutes letting the water loosen his muscles.

“What the hell was that?”

Flashes of dreams kept creeping into his mind, the pain increased each time he tried to access them.

7:27 am

Hasty breakfast.

7:58 am

Barely makes it ‘early’.

8:05 am

Two cups of coffee as he grabs the stack of folders for today’s patients.

“Good morning, everyone. We’ve compiled the candidates for today.” Everyone settled in their seats.

There was a new face today. It was scary how all heads turned in her direction. She adjusted the glasses on her face as she stood.

“I’ll be working with your department as the liaison from the Medical Division starting today.” She approached Taehyung with a hand extended. “My name is Tempest Estrellado.”

She looked up at him ...leonine eyes. Taehyung’s brow twitched momentarily as he accepted her hand. “Ms. Estrellado, a pleasure. I look forward to our continued success.” He held her hand for one second more than he should have. “If you please take your seat?” She offered a curt nod before settling in her seat. Tae cleared his throat, clapped for the lights to dim.

Taehyung paced around the table slowly as he flipped between screens. Numbers, percentages, and her eyes are so bright even in the low light. He shook his head as he found himself staring at the top of her head.

The peek of collarbone caused his lips to part as two people spoke on some extra bit of information just made available. His thoughts suddenly wandered to the delicate fingers tapping on the keypad of her tablet.

“Mr. Kim…” Someone calling him had his gaze snapping upward. The young tech from R&D tilted her head. “...your thoughts, sir?”

“Ah, right. If we run into the same rabid sequences as last year? Protocol as normal unless we get clearance to combine genetic materials. It is still a curious matter for The Council if proper citizens can come from Rebel couplings.” He waved a hand moving toward the front of the room.

“Any other questions?” The room was silent as the lights brightened. “Alright, you know what to do.” They all stood with a nod in his direction before they filed out of the room.

1 pm

Lunch.

1:30 pm

“Mr. Kim.” A voice caused him to look up from his desk.

“Yes, Ms. Estrellado?” He wiped his mouth, cleared his hands and stood. An arm spread to offer her the seat in front of his desk.

She wore her hair in a ponytail, slicked back. Its length easily the middle of her back. She was petite - even for what he was used to. She was maybe 5’5 outside of the two-inch heels she wore, that is.

“...so I’m going to need a space to work. I hope you don’t mind?” She arched a brow as he shook his head again.

“Uh, n-no. That’s not a problem. The office next to me is quite large. I’ll have it ready for you tomorrow, should that suffice?” He maintained his professionalism as she offered that slight smile.

“Splendid.” She stood offering her hand once more. “I’ll be heading to collect my things - I’ll be here bright and early.”

They shook hands.

She left his office, and he found himself sagging against his desk.

The pain ringing like a bell in his ears.

Promise me, Taehyung. No matter what. Promise.

He shook his head violently as he settled back at his desk. It seemed like he stared at nothing until his phone rang.

“This is Mr. Kim.” A receptionist pleasantly announced his Wife calling.

“Taehyung.” April spoke, that pleasant friendly tone, “...are you alright?” His brow furrowed as she asked.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You didn’t eat your protein bar this morning. That’s unlike you.” He could detect the stirring of worry.

“Ah, I had a bit of a headache this morning.” He sighed quietly.

That worry seemed to turn into something...else. “Did you take your vitamins, Taehyung? You know how important it is for you to take your vitamins.”

There was something almost cold, ominous in her tone. His brow furrowed deeply as he answered her, making sure the hesitation was absent from his voice. “Of course, April. I took them immediately when I woke up. I was quite fine after a shower. I think I was just alarmed at the one minute tardy. I assure you, I’m fine.”

There was a long, thick silence before she spoke again. Her tone was light and friendly once more. “I’m sure it was jarring, Taehyung. Just let me know if you feel strange, alright?”

He forced himself to smile, so it filtered through into his voice. “Of course, April. I need to stay late tonight. We have a new colleague who’ll be using the empty office. I’d like to have it ready for her use.”

“Of course, Taeyung. You’re not the only ones busy. I will leave dinner for you. Have a good night, Taehyung.”

“Of course, April. You do the same.” The line goes dead but he still holds the phone aloft. It’s almost a full minute before he placed the handset onto its base. There was that bothersome echo in the back of his mind again.

It was exhaustion - wasn’t it?

10:37 pm

Nails on a chalkboard. That was the sound of the heavy furniture sliding across the floor. Tae had removed his jacket and dress shirt. His white t-shirt had slightly grayed from cleaning the other office. He worked quietly adjusting the office to spec. There was a certain placement for all of the furniture in the office. They all looked the same, even when facing different directions.

11: 32 pm

Taehyung grunted as he dropped a box onto the floor. He rotated his shoulder to work out the strange soreness. It was unusual for him to suffer such strains. “Mm, I didn’t have much to eat today.” He sighed. That conversation with April caused his brow to furrow. He glanced at his watch with a deeper sigh. He didn’t understand that sudden change in her demeanor. He didn’t understand why he felt the need to keep up appearances. There had been no reason to be dishonest with her.

She was his wife. She was also a medical researcher. She would have understood his symptoms, right? April would have offered some kind of solution, right?

Why am I thinking about this so hard? Taehyung pushed to stand. One more cup of coffee would give him the energy he needed to push through. That’s what he believed. The office was a strange place at night. There were a few occasions that warranted his presence in the office so late. He shouldered into the break room, pulling the fridge open in the darkness. The light seemed eerie as perfectly situated rows of water and milk lined the shelves. There were fruits and vegetables in the drawers. Small bags of freshly cooked proteins.

He reached for one of each, plus a bottle of water. He waited those few extra minutes to brew a small pot of coffee. His hand scrunched over the tops of the bags holding the food. The other held a hot cup of caffeine against his face.

1:48 am

Exhausted.

Taehyung was exhausted and he couldn’t explain why this sensation caused something to spark inside of him. He sprawled on the floor, making sure not to disturb the exact precision of his work. His eyes closed as he paid attention to the thundering in his ears. The tightness in his chest as he fought for more air.

Why did this interest him so? Why did it seem suddenly...familiar?

“I shouldn’t have had that extra coffee.” His voice was gruff as he drifted into sleep. Just a small nap, just a moment to close his eyes and rest.

The sky was bright, fiery - hot.

“Taehyung!” She called him her hand extended as he pulled himself up from the ground. “We have to get out of here.” Those leonine eyes were hard and filled with determination. He could feel his heart thundering in his chest.

The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth causing him to spit. The sound of gunfire echoed above their heads. They returned to fire on opposite sides hiding behind the shattered pieces of building near them.

“We have to make a run for it.” He told her. She frowned but hardened her gaze with a nod. They were sitting ducks this way. Taehyung reached out and grabbed her hand - there was a break in the fire. Then they ran - hard.

“We have to find a way to meet up with the resistance, Tae!” The female’s voice was loud over the sound of violence around them.

“We have to live through this first!” He growled pulling her in front of him as he spun around a corner. “Listen to me, we …” His hands framed a set of tiny shoulders, holding them firm. “...we need to split up.”

And as he anticipated, “No. NO! Fuck no, Tae! Tae that’s madness! We can’t!”

“LISTEN TO ME.” He shook her harder feeling his brow crease. He didn’t like it. He abhorred the idea of being away from her. But this new world order gave them no option. They had to find their way to the Rebels that would help them. “Please, I beg you. Please, we have to split here. I’ll draw their fire. You have to run. I promise you, I’ll find you.”

He hated it. He hated seeing those rare eyes filled with tears. He hated seeing that strength seep from her. “Please.” He framed her face as their foreheads touched. She grabbed his wrists squeezing her eyes shut.

“Don’t you die, Taehyung.” The female took a shuddering breath as her tears fell over his fingers. “Do you hear me? Don’t you fucking die. I will find you.” She dug half-moon indentations into his arm as their lips smashed together for the last time. He could feel his tears burning hot craters against his cheeks.

“Go ____..” He croaked as she sobbed quietly. She finally pulled away running toward a thicket of bushes. Taehyung felt himself hyperventilating as he held his weapon tight. He wanted to run after her. He wanted to scream for her to stay where she was. He swallowed his cowardice as he moved beyond the cover to open fire on the enemy.

I won’t die.

He pushed toward the open field, drawing their attention to him. Searing pain radiated on his left side, causing him to take a knee. The world was silent as the sky seemed to come to meet him - or he met it?

The weightlessness of the world was apparent as the blue of the sky filled his eyes. The fiery blast sent him, others, and debris hurtling to the sky. He heard the crack of his body as he landed on his spine.

The tears filled his eyes as the world crumbled around him. He made a promise. “I’m sorry…” Taehyung coughed blood in spurts as his world began to fade to black.

Taehyung. He could hear her voice even as his body pulled him into the darkness.

Taehyung, wake up! It was her. He was sure of it.

I want to go back to her. I want to go back to her!

Taehyung!

He sat up grabbing the arm that shook him from his slumber. His eyes wide as their close proximity gave them both pause. “T-Tempest?” There was worry etched across her face. He could feel her pulse racing under his hand.

They both glanced at their connected skin - and Taehyung saw the time.

7:52 am

#btswriterscorner presents #taehyung smut #taehyung x oc #taehyung x female #dystopian love au #angst #smut #project - amor fabula

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thebiasrekkers · 2 years

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Star of Fate [Vampire!VIXX]

Plot: The longer you stare into darkness, the more you realize that something could be staring back. Even more so when that darkness doesn’t want to be brought into the light and will do anything to stay that way.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Vampire!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut

Pairings: OT6 VIXX x OC(s)

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Additional Warnings: Alcohol | Stranger Danger

Previous Chapters: Prologue, 2, 3

Links: FAQ || VIXX Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || Admin L’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2044

AO3 | WP

Tag List: If you would like to be added to this list, just drop us an ask!

AN: Since I’ve been gone a while, I’m gonna try to post once a week with this!

Chapter 4- Hands Up

Don't stop, let's enjoy tonight And forget all the thoughts That come to mind

Laoise shook her head at the scene before her. One of her best friends had been sitting on the floor in just a large tee and underwear as she stubbornly tried to fix the mess she had made. She knew that with her being home so much now, it was going to drive her crazy without something productive to do. So she watched as Lucky spiraled into unfinished projects and hair pulling as she sent out mass emails about jobs. Eventually, the detective decided to put matters into her own hands.

“Leonora Anita Grant. I want you to take a shower, do your hair and put on some clothes because I’m taking your ass out.”

She gaped up at the taller woman, paint all over her face as she tried for a rebuttal but Laoise wouldn’t have it. It was one thing to try and stay busy while playing the waiting game but another entirely when the whole thing stressed everyone out.

“I don’t want to hear it. You get your lucky little ass in there or I’m going to throw you into the shower.”

“At least take me to a place where I can get a decent burger!” Lucky relented, laying out her terms of the outing.

Laoise smiled, dark eyes twinkling as she thought of the perfect counteroffer. Lucky looked up at her with her light colored eyes wide and the most expressive pout on her face. She leaned over to whisper to the woman on the floor as if she was divulging some sort of secret that would get her killed.

“I’ve got one better, sug. There’s a street food vendor near the bar where I wanna take you and they have the best tacos.”

She’d never seen Lucky move that fast in the years that she’d known her. That thought did lead her to reminisce about how long they’d known each other. They met some time ago at a bookstore where she witnessed Lucky nearly kill herself by trying to get some of the top shelf books. When she stepped in to help, she realized what books she was trying to get. They chatted for quite a while about practicing magic and how it related to their world. Of course, she never quite told her why she was so interested in that subject--only that she had experience.

From there, they got along fairly well. They both came from similar regions, missing their hometowns and even helping each other get settled in their places. Granted, they worked too damn much sometimes but they at least made time to get together every once in a while. Her job as a detective had definitely taken up the majority of her time while Lucky’s had just been demanding for fuck’s sake. However, they both needed the outing more than anyone and as a way to recharge, they were going to get drunk and get tacos.

Laoise sat on the couch, listening to the shower as she waited. It wouldn’t take too long for her to get ready but it was long enough for her to pull out her phone and answer some late-night emails that were sent out. Mainly things that they needed to touch base on and leads that some of them had for different cases. Her own personal case was something of a challenge for a number of reasons. She was a woman and a person of color in the police force. Some of the gangs that had taken root in the city even laughed at her--until she knocked some out of them. She just wanted answers and those answers led her to that city.

Where she was fortunate to meet her best friend.

“That must be an important piece of work.”

Laoise blinked and realized that Lucky was standing before her, dressed and ready to go. She had opted for something simple and stylish, braiding her hair back to create one lethal thick whip. When she did her hair like that, Laoise almost cringed as she remembered being hit with it by accident. Since then, she made strides to not have that happen again. She never really did pry into the reasoning why Lucky kept her hair so long but the longer their friendship went on, she found herself wondering more and more.

“So, are we heading out or can I just get tacos?”

“Get out of the door, missy.” She pointed at the door, laughing along with her.

The ride wasn’t too far, even on the hog that she owned. The hog was a Can Am Spyder F3, large and in charge just like her. The beast she had saved up for was well worth the price and she treated it just like her baby. Everyone at her precinct knew when she was there because the bike would just barely fit into the motorcycle parking but would be shocked at how quiet the motor was. Plus she also had a look for anyone who would try and rib her about the beast. She ran circles around the cops on cycles and there were no shortage of people who wanted to test her on that. Everyone turned to look at them both when they dismounted, hardly believing that two women just blazed right in there on a motorcycle. Laoise loved that feeling, the disbelief of a tall black woman getting off the bike. It stroked her ego just ever so slightly.

The Tipsy Dog had some good reviews, even from her Sergent so she decided to give the place a try. She stalked up to the bar while Lucky found them a place to sit. The large building had a lot of seating but the majority of the people were moving around to the beat of the music. She moved around easily around the bodies to deliver the brightly colored drinks to her friend who had chosen to get out of the way of the people.

Lucky gave her a confused look when she set the drink down in front of her. Laoise laughed at her and gestured for her to take the drink while she tipped her own up to her lips. The fruity flavor exploded in her mouth, washing out the taste of alcohol as it went down. They both laughed when they looked at each other a few sips in. They sat back and talked for the majority of their first drink, preferring to relax. The drinks started to flow and they grew more hyped up as the night went along. By the third drink of equally bright colors, they were starting to feel the buzz from the liquor.

“Get tired of dancing, ladies?”

Both of their heads whipped up to see a couple of guys smiling at them. Laoise would have laughed along with them if it wasn’t for the fact that the hairs on the back of her neck were standing up. They had just sat down from a round of dancing and refreshments when the voice was heard. She could feel her buzz being killed with each syllable that was spoken.

Plus, there was something about them that she didn’t quite trust and she always trusted her instincts.

“Yeah, it’s gettin’ kind of busy out there anyways.” She responded, hoping that they would just lose interest with her short response.

However, their grins got even wider as Lucky piped up with her small talk as well. She frowned when they offered to get them more drinks, knowing that she didn’t trust anyone else with bringing her a drink in a crowded nightclub like that. There were too many variables in that situation and she wasn’t about to risk a doping incident--not when there were reports of people going missing in the city.

“Sorry fellas, but we gotta get going. Early morning shift and all.” She announced, grabbing Lucky and hauling her away. When she looked back, however, she saw that the two guys were standing still where they had left them--the grin etched on their faces but their eyes oddly glowing in the light. Whether or not it was the lighting of the club, Laoise wasn’t having it that night.

Plus she had promised Lucky tacos.

Leaving her motorcycle parked where it was, they headed down to the taco truck. Like she had said, it wasn’t far from where the club was located and it offered a great riverside view for everyone there. They talked animatedly as they stood in line, waiting for their turn to order a scandalous amount of food. Though the edge from meeting the two strangers had mostly worn off, Laoise couldn’t help but to think back at their eyes. She hoped, since moving there, she had left a part of that life behind her but now her suspicions were rising. Reminders of her own personal case started to make more sense the more she thought about it.

Laoise wasn’t quite sure, but going to the club that night seemed more like providence than anything. Even if it was to relax and unwind from all the crap that had been going on. Or possibly, she was still unnerved by what happened.

“So, you got any positions there at the Station? I’m a hard worker and awesome at clerical or administrative duties.” Lucky grinned at her once they sat down at one of the tables that had been set up for the evening.

Laoise pursed her lips and didn’t respond to her, making her friend laugh. If only she could hire her to do all that paperwork that she was constantly saddled with.

The wind started to pick up a bit, blowing over the river that they sat next to as it created a semblance of calm. The twinkling lights from the city and the stars reflected all around them; people passing by were growing fewer and fewer. They sat there, eating and talking until the taco truck’s lights went out. It was a signal that they were closing up shop for the night. Laoise was sober by that time while Lucky still had a couple more hours to go.

“You know, I think I did have some fun tonight.” Lucky commented as they walked back to Laoise’s motorcycle.

“Well good. That was the point of the night.” She looked down at Lucky who had her hands on her head as she walked.

The beast in question was in view and it gave Laoise a moment of relief seeing it. She always worried about someone stealing it but not enough to where she couldn’t track them down. She was, after all, a detective at a precinct.

“You know what would be more exciting?” She gave Lucky the side eye as they approached the bike, knowing that her friend was about to say something off the wall. “If a handsome man came swooping in and was like I’m here to save you.”

“The fuck? Are we in danger?” Laoise laughed as they reached the bike, bending over to pull out a helmet for Lucky. “I don’t have to flash my badge to scare anyone because I am a 6’1” black woman. Who is going to mess with us?”

“Well…only us, I suppose,” came a voice from behind them.

Both girls turned around to see the two strangers from earlier, eyes still glowing despite the lack of fluorescent lights around them. Laoise immediately walked in front of Lucky and stared them down but before she could say anything, they spoke again.

“Yes, we know what business you are in and that doesn’t affect us at all. We have a different set of rules than someone of your caliber, Witch.”

“Lucky, run as far and fast as you can and call my station.”

She started to protest but saw that Laoise was taking off some of the bandages on her hands. The tone in her voice brooked no argument, a stark contrast to earlier. She wasn’t playing any games and knew how she was going to deal with them while Lucky got away. All she heard was the sharp huff and the sound of her friend running away. She grinned at the pair, drawing herself up to her full height.

“Now that she’s out of the way, how about we have some real fun, boys?”

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thebiasrekkers · 3 years

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Hi, are you still active?

Hello dear anon! We are still active! We are slowly, but surely, returning from a hiatus! We're working on building up our story inventory!

So look forward to a posting explosion within the next week or two as we have sipped on a needed cup of creative juices!

#thebiasrekkers asks #answered asks #thebiasrekkers presents #anon ask #we're almost there

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thebiasrekkers · 4 years

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“You fear me because you know the kind of tyrant that you are. I am only your shadow because you chased me from the light. But I will be your shadow no longer. The finest sword in all the land is only as great as the hand that wields it.”

Fandom: BTS Genre: Historical Time-Slip!AU Fandom Work: “Shadow’s Birthright” by Admin E of The BiasRekkers

COMING SOON!

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thebiasrekkers · 4 years

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The Little Things || SHW 18+

A/N: I can’t remember what possessed me to write this but here we go! We decided that there needed to be some more Monsta X on our blog. Might as well start with my bias!

paring: Shownu x reader

genre: Smut (light smut for me but still smut I guess)

rating: 18+

warnings: Spaghetti? Some oral, light smut but still smut.

word count: 1,309

summary: Domestic bliss. It’s the little things that people take for granted, the little things that fluster Hyunwoo even then.

The way that her lips closed over the fork, pressed gently but securely over the food that was captured in the utensil. Her plump lips wet from her tongue as it swiped to capture any stray particles of spaghetti. Suddenly there wasn’t anything else he wanted more than those same lips nibbling on his own bronze skin. She had tried so hard on the food for them tonight, he forced his attention back to his plate when she had looked at him with concern in her eyes. He already knew what she was about to say so he had smiled and swirled his own fork into the food so that way she could keep looking at him.

That satisfied but small smile on her face, pleased that he was enjoying the food. It was shy but happy. She could feed him arsenic and he would be happy as long as there was a smile on her face.

He could feel that ache in his chest, the urge to hold her there until she started squirming. Hyunwoo watched her again as she finished what was on her plate with a happy smack of her lips. Quickly devouring what was on his, he took his plate up to the sink along with her. Her frame was much smaller than his but her curves. Those are what drove him wild, the way that she sauntered away from him when he pressed up against her with that light laugh. She playfully shoved at him causing him to grin, his eyes disappearing.

He just couldn’t handle it. One would think he was a man that had been without water for too long. Every move she made that night had him, simply put--enamored with her. There was nothing special she did to entice him, other than the spaghetti. She hadn’t even dressed up for him that night, wearing her favorite oversized sports jersey with black leggings that clung just as close as he wanted to.

To another man’s eyes, she truly didn’t care one way or another. Yet, there she had been--one more look away from him bending her over the counter and having his way with her.

The softly running sounds of the water combined with the clink of the dishes caught his attention, weak at the sight of her and near dismayed to tear his eyes away from her. Hyunwoo leaned against the wall of the kitchen and watched her take care of the dishes. Her hands moved swiftly, practiced and …..

Images of her running those hands over his chest as water dripped from the shower flooded his mind, causing him to lick his lips. Mouth running dry, he let the visions run wild as he leaned there until she flicked some water at him and startled him out of his reverie. That smirk that graced her lips made him react, closing the distance between the two of them. Hyunwoo took the hand that was still in the water out and pulled her to him. Her brown eyes bore into his and if he had another favorite color besides black, it was the color of her eyes.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.” Hyunwoo whispered to her, his lips finding their way to her ear. His hot breath tickled against the hair and skin in the area right before the skin was kissed.

The kisses started out innocent, little pecks that were peppered from that area to her jaw. There was a primal need that was growing in his chest, causing a rumble to escape him and causing her to gasp when the vibrations hit her. He grabbed her and pushed her up against a wall, hands starting to wander any place he could get them. He needed to feel the way her body yielded to his touch, the way that she pressed up against him even though he had her pinned to the wall. She reacted to every single touch of his and he responded back with quiet groans, powerful actions.

One of his hands found its way into her hair, pulling gently at it to make her expose her neck to him more. His lips attached themselves there, nibbling and sucking at her soft skin. Her hands instantly held onto his arms, securing her there like a life raft. That small action had him near feral as he picked her up and hoisted her to him, walking towards the bedroom in quick strides. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist, his hands gripping her ass.

Once in the bedroom, he threw her down onto the bed and ripped his shirt off as he eyed her with a hungry look that only intensified as the night went on. She went to undress herself but he rushed to keep her from doing so, his hands gentle as he instead did it himself. A sigh escaped his lips when her body was slowly exposed to him, the soft cloth dragging over her glowing skin. As soon as he removed her underwear, he dived down for his dessert. Slowly, deliberately -- Hyunwoo swirled his tongue around her heat, sucking and tucking her legs on his shoulders. He kept up that pace for a few moments, tasting every bit that he could of her before turning his attention someplace else.

Crawling all the way on top of her, he let her taste herself on his lips when he captured her own mouth with his.

Hyunwoo ground down with his hips, letting her know that he was ready to take it even further. Even after all that time, he still didn’t want to force anything. When he got permission, he slowly eased himself inside of her--relishing in the feel of her. So soft and yet so tight when he moved inside of her, it always drove him crazy with the feel. They never made too much noise when they were making love, a few grunts from him and quiet sighs from her. But their passion when they were together was something to be envious of. Deep thrusts, hips moving in a rhythm that she soon couldn’t keep up with. His stamina was much greater than hers but it made it that much more enjoyable to him when he was able to keep pounding into her.

Those slow strokes, it was easy to get lost in them but even he could only take so much before growing needy for release. After shifting to get even deeper inside of her, Hyunwoo held her close as he pumped in and out of her. She held onto him as she gasped, bouncing off of him from the force of his thrusts. With a cry, she came for him and left crescent moon marks on his shoulders from where she had been holding onto. He was almost there, the feeling of her squeezing him as he helped her to ride out her orgasm. The pulses milked him in the right way and helped him achieve what he was burning for.

He collapsed against her, spent and sticky from the sweat that they had worked up. She cupped his face, pulling him close for a kiss which he gladly obliged. He pulled her closer to him, relishing in the skin to skin contact as he buried his face in her neck. Her scent, her warmth and her very presence had already started to lull him to sleep. Hyunwoo almost hated to fall asleep there because the reality was much sweeter than any dream that he could come up with.

However, with her fingers carding themselves in his hair--he could feel sleep claming him a lot faster than he wanted. They soon fell asleep together in each other’s arms, the bliss and quiet a small comfort to their everyday lives.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Star of Fate [Vampire!VIXX]

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Vampire!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut

Pairings: OT6 VIXX x OC(s)

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Additional Warnings: Office Microaggressions | Bullying | Toxic Work Environment

Previous Chapters: Prologue

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Word Count: 2,682

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AN: So…I know we said this was coming soon and I’m very sorry that this got started so late! I hope to have this out every two weeks, maybe more depending on the future. So please give this a lot of love and we hope you enjoy the ride!

Chapter 2- The Ghost Woman and the Hunter

Calling on your sins you're here in my dreams a desert place I'm not alone Do you really want to be me?

Her eyes popped open, the realistic feeling of falling completely disorienting her as she shot up from her bed. It had felt so real to her that her body jerked itself awake. Light danced its way in through the blinds, chasing away all signs of shadow. Never had she been so glad that she hadn’t purchased black out curtains than in that moment. She needed to see the sun and all of its glory to help the dream fade away into existence. Well, at least certain parts of it. There was a wistful part of her that still wished that she could be on that dance floor again with the handsome and darker skinned man.

“Oh my….FUCK!”

Lucky yelled as she looked over to her alarm clock, realizing that it was the source of the chimes that she heard in her dream. Throwing off her covers, she scrambled to get half-way put together so that way she wouldn’t be late to her job. She even called a cab to get her there faster which was unlike her normal routine. Unless there was inclement weather, of course.

During the ride, she kept an eye on her phone--it lighting up every few seconds as she checked the time. She made it to her desk just in time to receive the stack of papers from some of the other people there. Normally she wasn’t such a space case, even showing up early to get whatever else she missed the previous day. Lucky was a hard worker, nobody could deny that but it was that fact others exploited hence the reason why the stack seemed to get larger and larger by the week. The world of office politics seemed to be much like high school but it paid well enough for her to put up with the majority of it.

She straightened out her hair as best as she could with it being so long and settled down to start on her work. Most of it had been reports that she had to pencil push and correct, which was easy enough for her because all the information had been just sitting there inside of her head. However, the more difficult stuff came along when the Vice-President stuck his fingers into everything. She couldn’t help but groan when she looked at some of them, saving the majority of them for last so that way she could take extra time on them.

“Job finally getting to you, Leonora?”

Lucky didn’t realize how long she had been working on them until the voice pulled her out of the zone she had settled into. Turning around, she saw another coworker standing right behind her with a slight smile on her face. No matter how many times she tried to be friendly to some of them, they insisted on resisting any attempts at professionalism and decorum. Well, unless someone higher up was around. Not to mention the fact that they also insisted on calling her by her government name instead of the nickname that she preferred. She gave the sweetest smile she could muster and stood up, green eyes twinkling.

“Oh, there you are Nancy! I got so caught up in fixing your mistakes that I forgot to give you this folder back! Everything in there should be up to date now and I even took the liberty of sending off the final draft for you. It was the least I could do since I was the last one that had hands on it. You’re welcome.”

She gaped at Lucky for a moment and flipped open the folder to read what she had fixed. Nancy’s ears started to go red and her thin lips flattened as she pressed them together in anger. Lucky raised an eyebrow at her reaction, knowing that she saw what had been edited by her. It had only been a few mistakes but they were some that would have made their department look bad. Plus Lucky also added her name to the document as one of the contributing factors, more so because she went through the trouble of fixing everything.

“I hope this teaches you to quit pushing your work off on me, Nancy. Have a good day.”

Lucky turned away from her and sat back down at her cubicle, leaving the sputtering woman there to be embarrassed. Even though she had her own computer there, they all had shared files that they could all access and she lived up to her nickname that she had the time to quickly edit everything before emailing it out. It had been one of the rare times that she was able to stick it to them and it honestly made her feel a sliver of satisfaction at the situation.

Because she was just a little bit petty.

The sudden ringing of her phone took her away from the moment, the voice of her boss calling for her. Lucky was a bit confused as she looked at the time as she wondered why he had reached out so early. It normally was after lunch that she would meet up with him to go over various things pertaining to her new position. Lucky had been promoted to be the Personal Assistant for the Vice President. Naturally, he had more than one that would work together with him being at such a high level but most of them had quit because of various rumors of his misogyny and unrealistic ideals. Hell, she was even friends with one of them when she found out that she no longer worked there. Rumors circulated with her leaving and even more when she was appointed in her stead.

Now, Lucky was one of the very few left so that meant that she had been picking up a lot more work than normal. Not that she went out much anyways with the amount of work she had.

She walked the halls to his office, only to be greeted by the desk clerk. The tiny lady handed her a folder and suggested she find something appropriate to wear. Confused, Lucky looked through the folder and saw that there were some instructions as well as some papers with details on the new VIP’s that they had recently joined with.

“What the actual hell? Does he expect me to drop everything that I’m doing to go to this event with him? After hours, no less?”

The lady just shrugged and went back to her work. Lucky could feel her indignation rising but left before causing a scene. It was one thing if it was an actual work trip that she had to attend but that had been some sort of event to flaunt and rub elbows. There wasn’t a real reason why she needed to be there so why all the preparation? She returned to her desk and went through the folder in detail. The only promise that she would receive was an extra amount in pay if she went, something that actually interested her. She grumbled as she leafed through it but decided that it was just for one night and that if it happened again, she would put a stop to it. The bright side to it had been that she could take off early to prepare for the event. That was always something she could look forward to especially that day since she moved like hell to get there on time.

The one person that she could freely talk to in the office came up to her with a grin on her face. She had originally been offered the position but declined it because of family reasons but she was nice to talk to regardless.

“So Lucky.. I heard from a little bird that you’re going to the VIP event tonight with Mr. Randall.” She wiggled her eyebrows and elbow at her while Lucky just scoffed.

“Yeah, I guess. I wonder how in the hell does crap go around here so fast? It’s like the freaking flu!”

“You don’t sound so enthusiastic about it.”

“Ashleigh, I really don’t want to go but they’re promising extra pay this time if I do. I haven’t been sleeping well lately and now I gotta go to this… grandstandin’ event. I wish someone else could go.”

Her coworker leaned thoughtfully on the cubicle wall before leaning down to whisper. It was only times like that when they would get a bit of privacy.

“You could always quit and get some more sleep? I heard that the other assistant quit as well. I thought, at first, that you had too when you didn’t arrive when you usually do. They’re saying that the abuse from the VP is to blame.”

“Yeah well, tell the handsome man in my dreams to quit bothering me so I can go by to my normal schedule and ignore some of these chickens.” Lucky’s hand motioned like a beak as they both had a laugh over that before returning back to work. However, Ashleigh’s words stuck with her. The VP hadn’t been shy about voicing his displeasure to her about various things, even requesting that she cut her hair but she respectfully declined his request. All she stated was that it was within the guidelines of the company and left it at that. Something that didn’t win her any favors.

And if the other girl quit too, then the sinking feeling in her gut proved to be more of an ominous feeling. Either way, she would have to go and see how it played out.

When time came for her to leave early, Lucky instead went shopping for appropriate attire for that night’s event. Even neatly braided her hair to keep it out of her face. Simple, neat and just a tad bit sexy in the red dress. Once satisfied with her result, she waited outside for the driver to come around and pick her up. Upon seeing the expensive car, Lucky suppressed a shudder when the door was opened to reveal Mr. Randall. It wasn’t necessarily seeing her boss after hours but more of a combination of the car and him. Small vehicles caused her a bit of stress since she was involved in an accident many years ago. Since then, normally she would either take the bus or bike when the weather was nice.

Thankfully, her boss wasn’t too interested in making small talk with her once they got on the road. The city was left behind soon and various gas stations and trees zoomed by them. She didn’t put too much thought into it until the driver turned onto a long, paved road after a set of gates. The mansion that appeared made Lucky’s eyebrows shoot up, something picking at her brain. She couldn’t quite figure it out but it was as if she had seen that place before. She had to shake those thoughts from her head as she concentrated on remembering the information that was given to her earlier that day.

Knowledge was power and she needed it to navigate that world if she didn’t want to embarrass or otherwise offend anyone.

Upon exiting the car and entering the elaborate place, Lucky felt all the eyes in the world stare at them. Putting on a gracious face, she walked slightly behind her boss as they were greeted by some of the others there. A few moments chatting with some of them, she soon found herself alone in the area while the others mingled. She wasn’t anyone of importance and therefore not worthy of anyone’s time, for the moment. She would let her boss do all the talking.

Lucky gravitated towards the hors d'oeuvres while everyone talked among themselves. Plucking a few to put on a plate, she watched the room for any sign that she would be needed. Several of the clients that were in the folder she received were there and they were laughing alongside everyone else. A couple even approached her, asking questions about the company and trying to get a little information from her about how to deal with her boss. She couldn’t honestly say anything to help in that situation because she usually just listened to him bark his orders before correcting anything she needed to.

She was left alone for another time, only appearing at her boss’ side when needed as the night went on. Soon she felt herself grow tired of all the people and the politics of said beings. Lucky had several drinks before that point and was in the process of acquiring another when a voice nearly made her jump out of her skin.

“They’re almost like vultures, are they not?”

She looked around and up at him as he was much taller than her, even in heels. The man knew he was handsome, smiling prettily at her as he held up his own glass of red wine in a toast. Lips full and round eyes, Lucky had to appreciate his looks before replying.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that in particular.”

He gave a wide smile, eyes almost disappearing as they snickered at the rest of them. Lucky found herself talking more and more to the man who seemed just as bored as she was with the party. The more that she looked at him, the more that he seemed familiar to her and it dawned on her that he was one of the men from the folder. He had a nice voice, a bit higher than most of the men there but he didn’t hide it one bit.

Lucky also noticed that the attention had been drawn to them just from them standing and talking to one another. He introduced himself as Jaehwan and they talked for another 15 minutes, slipping into easy conversation to keep themselves entertained. His jokes nearly had her spilling her drink, the folder not at all correct with the man before her. He was one of three men with his business, including one brother that rotated about in their company.

Still, even with the jokes and the amicable banter between the both of them--her boss found that he had only missed the presence of Mr. Lee before her.

“Ah. Leonora, I didn’t realize you had monopolized Mr. Lee’s time here tonight.” Her shorter framed boss then looked to Jaehwan with an apologetic look on his face, “Otherwise I would have saved you sooner!” Mr. Randall gave a laugh, expecting Jaehwan to laugh with him but didn’t. It surprised Lucky that her new friend didn’t go along with him on that but only sighed, looking to her in apology before speaking.

“Leonora? And you said you were Lucky…” He grinned at her, ignoring her boss. She could see Randall’s face that he was growing annoyed, a face that showed up when things didn’t go his way.

“Oh that’s just my assistant’s nickname that she tells everyone to call her even though we should be more professional. I’m her boss, Nicolas Randall. Vice-President of Nexus Assurance.” He held out his hand to shake but Jaehwan kept grinning at Lucky. His eyes suddenly were hyper focused on her, the doe eyed look that he did have--dissolved away. Almost like he had found something he really wanted.

“Uh well, I’ve been known to be lucky--hence the nickname.” She nervously laughed, highly aware that the tension was rising. Her eyes darted between Jaehwan as he continued to ignore her boss and the latter as he was getting more upset that the scene was even happening. That strange and ominous feeling was back, churning about the contents of her stomach. Jaehwan slowly turned from the friendly and open persona that he had while it was just the two of them, to something a bit more aggravated the longer her boss was there. There was a glint in his eyes that suggested something unfriendly was fighting its way out.

Suddenly Jaehwan blinked rapidly before excusing himself but not before taking her hand and kissing it. Bewildered, Lucky watched him weave expertly through the crowd before taking a peek at her boss.

And he was not pleased.

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Could I have a drabble with 9 and 14? The ideas are so cute btw!! 💜💜💜 Congrats on 100 followers!!

Plot: #14 “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

Rating: G // SFW

Genre: modern day || pocket!BTS ||

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female OC

Warnings: CUTENESS

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 494

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“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

You couldn’t help but whisper to yourself as you covered the little ones up. Ever since coming into your life, the little ones were a constant source of entertainment. They called themselves the Nunnehi, a type of spirit folk from another place. They were almost tiny enough to not be noticed, fitting in the pockets of everything you own but you discovered them when they attempted to help you in more ways than one.

They made you smile and laugh as well as cry during their stay. Even bringing along your friends, whom they bonded with as well. At one point, you weren’t sure who was doing the protecting–you or them.

But they looked so cute as they huddled together in the makeshift area for them. As tiny as they were, it was a little difficult to make accommodations for them but it was well worth it. Draping the cloths on them like large blankets, you tucked them all in so nice and warm–until you noticed that there was one missing. A jolt of panic coursed through your veins as you looked around the area, hoping that he didn’t fall and roll off somewhere.

“Miss? Are you ok?” a tiny voice called out, soft as not to wake the others but loud enough to be heard.

You turned around to see Jin, the eldest of the group of Nunnehi. His hair was sticking up in various directions as he rubbed his eyes. You breathed a sigh of relief as you scooped him up in your hands. You leaned in and gave him a delicate kiss on top of his head and nodded, grateful that he didn’t get lost or hurt in any way.

“Yes, Jin. I’m fine, now that I have you in my sights.”

“You need to go to bed too.” His tiny voice was demanding but you couldn’t help but smile at him. His cheeks puffed out as he looked up at you. A smile came across your face as you nodded again, his face turning into one of satisfaction. “And you can take me with you!”

“Ok, ok! Off to bed then.”

You relented, like always. The smile was still on your face. Pretty soon, after tucking the both of you in–you found that there were 6 more little bodies that decided to join you in the night, all snuggled up against one another. Their light snores lulled you back into sleep after checking on them once again, making sure that the little ones were doing just fine. A tiny hand placed itself on your cheek, a pair of lips kissing your skin.

Jin snuck a kiss on your cheek before settling back down himself. He kept his body close to yours, a fact that made you snuggle your cheek closer to him in response. All 8 bodies in one bed, both large and small–one big family, finally complete as they slept their worries away.

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“Humans are insolent creatures because they know nothing of everything else other than to destroy. They hate what they don’t understand, even if there is nothing to understand.”

“But you were once human.”

“A long time ago.”

Fandom: VIXX/ Vampire the Masquerade

Fandom work: “Star of Fate” by Admin L of thebiasrekkers

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“Princeps..... what does that actually mean to you? I am a leader by blood and now by choice. I choose to lead this clan with my authority and now I choose to have you serve me.” “How kind of you.” “I should think so.”

Fandom: VIXX/ Vampire the Masquerade

Fandom work: “Star of Fate” by Admin L of thebiasrekkers

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Heaven’s Day 18+ || KNJ

Rating: NC-17+++ // NSFW

Genre: modern day || boyfriend!BTS

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Female OC

Warnings: FOOD PLAY (god what is it with me and food play?); sensory deprivation; bondage?

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,084

AN: Look I have no excuses when it comes to this. Just absolute filth..... AGAIN. I might as well just do a food play BTS line at this rate.

“Sweetheart, are you comfortable?”

You could feel his breath tickling on your ear, stirring the stray hairs from your head around as you nodded. Your dark curls had fallen everywhere on the bed as you hadn’t bothered to tie it up before getting into that position for Namjoon. To be honest, he hadn’t given you much time to do anything since lumbering in--fresh from the plane and all riled up.

In typical fashion, Namjoon hadn’t told you the specifics on when he would be back but only the date. The gentle giant had only smiled and deflected the question when you had asked, intent on having something ready for when he came over. Plus it only helped him when the rest of the members butted into the conversation before you two had to disconnect. That was how the evening was starting off with him surprising you, which had escalated to the bedroom. Now you were tied up with a sinful red colored satin ribbon and the sound of his deep chuckle in your ear.

It wasn’t your idea to use the blindfold but after your dark eyes had successfully undressed him throughout dinner, Namjoon decided to give your eyes a rest while he undressed you. His hands had gently and slowly taken off your loose top, exposing your bare chest to the chill air. Now you were just in the ribbon and shorts while he rustled about the room for a couple of things. Your heart raced as you could hear what was going on, slowly becoming frustrated with how long he was taking.

“I saw these on the way over here but instead of eating them after dinner, I wanted to eat these on you. You’ll have to tell me how they taste first…”

The mischievous tone to his voice was riling you up even more. He tutted when you started to frown, sitting down on the edge of the bed with the objects in question. You could almost see the arch of his eyebrow at your face, questioning whether or not he should smile. He, however, resumed to open the prizes he had brought over. It almost sounded like he had some sort of flimsy container that usually had fruit in there, the noisy objects that always made sounds when you were sneaking them late at night.

“Sweetheart, open up.”

Something cold touched your lips, making your lips part ever so slightly. He pressed the cherry to your lips, encouraging you to bite into it. The sweet juice spilled out over your lips and into your mouth, leaving a tangy aftertaste to it--one that made you want to lick your lips afterwards. He pulled away the rest of the cherry, smearing some of the juices across your lips with his thumb. His rough pad over the skin had you leaning into the touch, asking for more of his touches. You heard a faint laugh from him at the action but he resisted pawing at your dark skin. No, he was more interested in drinking you in after so long.

The next one was placed in his plump lips as he leaned over to give you a kiss. You could feel the smirk as he held the cherry to your own lips, the sticky liquid spreading out between the both of you. You leaned up into his kiss, taking the rest of the cherry that he had with a smirk of your own. There was a pause as if he didn’t realize that he had his half of the cherry stolen from him but when he grabbed the back of your neck, he forcefully tilted your head up and exposed your neck more to him. The small dose of dominance from him had you nearly gulping the cherry down before taking in a sharp breath. He moved his warm and sticky mouth from your lips and onto your jaw, nipping the sweet skin there. The peppering of kisses were a bit rough, drawing out a darker color to your skin as he moved down to the neck and over the swell of your breasts.

You couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together, trying to create friction as he nibbled on different areas of your skin. A sudden slap to your upper thigh had you taking in another sharp gasp, stilling your movement.

“Are you feeling a bit frustrated, love?” The frown appeared on your lips again and that time, it made him laugh as he leaned into you again. “Good.”

You felt him get up from the bed, a flush appearing on your skin from both frustration and arousal. He amused himself with opening another container while you laid there as you tried not to voice your frustrations to him. You knew that if you did, the touches and the time it took for him to fuck you would take so much longer. The bed sunk down again, his weight adding to the softness of the mattress. Your bare skin could feel that he had no shirt on this time, the warmth of his own dark skin radiating onto yours.

A sudden cold shock blossomed on your skin as it made goosebumps appear in the vicinity. Namjoon placed little slices of pineapple across your chest, in particular near your nipples. He gave a soft hum of satisfaction when the buds rose from the contact. When he was ready, he dipped down and captured one of the slices in his mouth before moving to the adjacent nipple. His hand snuck behind you, arching your back in an embrace to meet his mouth while the other one dipped into your shorts. The swirl of his tongue combined with the texture of the pineapple had a soft moan escape your mouth, sighing and trying to get as close as you could to his mouth.

His fingers danced underneath the fabric, toying with the edges before slipping in themselves. The satin strained under the tug of your arms when he slipped his fingers inside of you, trying to break free of the soft silk. In response, he added another finger as he pumped them in a slow rhythm. Namjoon was determined to touch and taste every part of you that night before actually giving into his own desires. A moment to commit to his memory for when he had to leave again, something to dream of when he missed you.

“Namjoon….” Came the breathy plea from your lips, his name finally spilling from them as he nibbled another piece of pineapple from your chest. His fingers and his mouth were working you over, the little love bites and his soft murmurs into your skin were driving you crazy. And the bastard didn’t even have all of his clothes off yet!

“I know, baby but let me taste you just a little longer..Hmm?”

He moved his body around, leaving your body a bit cold as he lifted you up to take off your shorts. Your body almost screamed for his touch again, that familiar burn threatening to launch you off the bed and into space. Soon, you could feel his hot breath between your legs as he continued to taste and bite into your soft skin. He placed your legs on his shoulders as he dipped down to lap at the juices that had started to pool down there. The taste had him almost growling in appreciation as he suckled at your core.

The sweet taste of pineapple mixed with the aftertaste of cherry only enhanced your taste. Namjoon pulled your hips up, getting deeper and pulling the string tighter for you. Grasping at the silk that had you tied to the headboard, your gasps grew needy as he wound you up until finally snapping and shaking all over his face.

He groaned at your response, nearly wanting to go at it again but instead--he grabbed another slice of pineapple and placed it between his lips. Namjoon climbed up your body and hovered over you to give you a sweet kiss, mixing both juices into it. You could feel his hardness pressed against your skin over the fabric that was still on his body. Lazily sliding a leg up his body, you decided to tease him a bit as revenge for his own torture. Namjoon growled in response, pulling your leg upwards and driving his own pelvis into your exposed body.

His face buried into your neck, nipping again at the soft flesh--pressing his body as close to you as possible as he gathered you up in his arms. However, the tension from the silk made the ribbon come a bit loose but it was enough to get your hands free. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you and carding your own fingers through his hair. The action made him growl even more, the deep reverb that was just as effective as a speaker. That was one thing that weakened him, other than your fascination with his thighs. You always loved to sit on one of them and slowly grind yourself to the edge before he finally took over.

He soon lifted himself up enough to aggravatingly take off his belt and pants, the snap of the leather almost echoing in the room. Namjoon threw the clothing to the side and spread your legs wide enough for him to slip through, not that he needed to anyways. The sweet stretch as he inched his way into you, wanting to feel every part of you before he lost himself in the pleasure. Namjoon groaned, almost panting as you held onto him and as he was fully sheathed inside of you--he waited patiently until you gave him the approval he so desperately wanted. Despite his wants and needs, he always made sure you were happy first before losing himself in anything.

Slowly at first, he rocked his hips and pressed you into the mattress with deep thrusts. The sound of skin slapping didn’t happen until a bit later when the sweet burn started to build and the two of you were clutching at each other. His pace quickened the longer he drilled into you, even placing a leg on his shoulder for better access. Your cries added to the sounds of the moment, Namjoon trying to commit it to memory but failing in his driven lust.

His thrusts became harder the closer he came to his own end, leaving you with nothing but his shoulders to hold onto. The bed groaned itself under the force and weight of your two bodies crashing against each other. Your breasts bounced as you lifted up to him in that familiar rhythm that he drove inside of you. Time seemed to still as you panted and peeked at him from your eyelashes, his handsome face was now flushed with want like he had been on stage and performing for thousands of people. Right then, he was performing just for you in a way that nobody else was allowed to see or hear.

Gasping, you moaned out his name over and over again as he pumped inside of you--building that tension again until you couldn’t take it anymore. Shaking, you shattered underneath him with a cry and grasped at him again like you would fall off the face of the earth had he not held you. Namjoon panted out a pretty whine when your walls clenched around him, trying to get as deep as he could before he finally stalled himself. His own orgasm had the veins in his neck nearly popping out from the force of it, his rhythm stuttering to a loving halt as he emptied himself into you.

Namjoon kissed your face tenderly once he had regained his breath, sweeping some of your dark hair out of your face from where it had fallen during your escapade. He continued to leave sweet kisses across your body, mainly where he had raised the discoloration on your skin. The gentle giant was back, gathering you in his arms once he had pulled out of you with a sigh. The clean up would happen once he had the strength enough to stand but for the moment, the two of you enjoyed the warm enclosure that came with the aftermath.

“Don’t fall asleep baby girl… we still have to get you cleaned up.” You murmured your response into his chest, nuzzling your face deeper into his neck. “I want to be able to have you again in the shower too.”

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Doberman, PT 2 || KWS

Plot: Revenge is always sweet.

Rating: R 18+ // NSFW

Genre: modern day // mafia!au

Pairing: Kim Wonsik x Female OC (Kokia)

Warnings: Strong language, sex, violence, death

Links: FAQ || VIXX Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,564

AN: For Admin E! I wrote this a while back and now that we have a space for VIXX, I figured I would go ahead and post it! PART 1

He reported back that she was dead.

The boss smiled at his results and laughed, relief overflowing his features. The Hunter didn’t like the news but his neutral face betrayed nothing as he stood there and watched the man laugh like he had just conquered something. The history between the Wolf and the Boss had been spread all through the gang for years now. Even the newest person knew about them. So when it came about that she had betrayed him, they all knew that they couldn’t go against the Head. His anger was overflowing to the point that he was wrecking anyone that dared to approach him.

He had taken up so much of her so when she retaliated, Ravi had to marvel how hurt the Boss seemed. He saw that it was all chalked up to reputation and ego, bruised heavily by her. Personally, he saw it coming but he didn’t step in because she was the only one keeping the whole operation afloat. So when she was betrayed, he just sat back and watched.

Honestly, he should have helped her then but she had done such a good job of shaking things up herself. And he knew that the proud Wolf didn’t want any help.

So when she had the hit put out on her, Ravi nearly didn’t take it. Deep down, he didn’t want to harm her when it was completely justified but orders were orders. He took the time off to track her down, every little thing that he sniffed out like the Doberman he was. He was the Hunter, the dog of the Boss that always fixed things. He wasn’t going to give up until he had cornered her, which he did.

Ravi had finally found her. Her wonderful dark skin, eyes narrowed as they honed in on him. She had sized him up and it sent a thrill through him that he never would have admitted to anyone but her. They threw themselves at each other and after several rounds, he had destroyed her. Over and over again, he topped her and fought with the Wolf until they were both spent. Their talents both at an even playing field until an opportunity had presented itself.

Now, he was paying for that choice. Ravi’s face fought to keep neutral as his Boss gloated over the loss. The loyal dog was now disgusted with himself as another, more compliant woman danced her way over to him. It was as if she had never existed and that made him want to bare his teeth even more. Loyalty was everything to him and to see it disregarded like that--he wanted to kill them both. The Doberman was no longer loyal to its master. The hand that fed him had disturbed him for the last time.

But he had hoped that he could make things right, for the first fucking time.

He finally tore his eyes away from the sickening couple when the phone buzzed. Ravi stood stock still in his corner as he watched the Boss smash the button out of aggravation.

“Boss, there’s someone to see you.”

“The fuck? I don’t have anyone here so tell them to get lost or die.”

His boss jerked his head after hanging up on the poor man and he walked over to the door. Ravi waited by the door to see who it was but instead, he heard a couple of gunshots. The sound alarmed the Boss as he stood up, the woman almost falling to the floor. He couldn’t help but grin as he opened the door, letting whomever in. His Wolf waltzed through, a gun in her hand and sporting the most beautiful dress he’d ever seen on her body.

The color would have put the royal family to shame with how brilliant the purple was on her body. The dark color of her skin accentuated the color and hugged every part of her body that he lavished not too long ago. That night when he had finally cornered her and absolutely fucked her until they had both finally given up on energy. He could feel the heat on the back of his neck as he thought back to her naked body beneath him and the absolute horror of his boss when he realized who he let in.

That was a rush for him just as much as her walking in with that sinful dress. The man sputtered, skin splotchy with red as he tried to form angry words towards the both of them. The door clicked shut with a quiet sound, his hand gently closing the door after the entrance of his Wolf. After locking it, Ravi walked over to the desk and grabbed one of the cigars that the man had been smoking on. Clipping off the end near the neat gold end, he stuck the thing in his mouth and pulled out some long stick matches to light the thing with. Ravi then sat down on the desk, his dark eyes watching her walk up to him.

“Kokia! He told me you were dead!”

A smile broke out on her face slowly and growing to the point where her canines were showing. The smoke from the cigar wafted up as he took an inhale, eyes still trained on his former boss. Kokia reached him and pressed her body against his, lifting her hand up to take the cigar from his lips. Her other hand caressed his chest, reaching in to feel the warm skin that was underneath his black silk shirt. Her fingers played with the area where his tattoos were as they ghosted over the taut muscles. Goosebumps peppered his skin where she had been touching it but he knew that if he took his eyes off the disgusting man--then he would try something.

“Oh, Wonsik…. You told him I was dead? Well, that’s not far off.” She put the cigar in her own mouth, dark red lipstick staining the end of the cigar like a promise. “Well, I am dead. Dead to you.”

Kokia let the smoke ease out of her mouth like tendrils and he never wanted to fuck her more than in that moment. He even had the mind of letting the pig watch as he took the beautiful woman, showing him how it was actually done. He stood up and wrapped an arm around her waist, roughly pulling her to his pelvis to show off how turned on he was at the moment. Her eyes got wide before understanding what he meant, a smirk of his own growing on his own face.

“Leave before you die.” Kokia spat at the woman, who gathered her things and practically ran out of the door. Ravi reluctantly left the warm spot to lock the door again, making sure that they wouldn’t be disturbed. He heard two quick gunshots and the man yelling in pain. Turning around, he saw that Kokia had shot him in the knees--the man spilling out onto the floor from it.

“You won’t survive after this! I’ll make sure of it!” Ravi crossed the space in what seemed like seconds to grab the man by the collar and throw him into a chair. He took his own tie and the other’s to secure him to that chair, not that he could walk very far regardless. “And you! If I die, the whole gang will come after you!”

“Shut the fuck up. I don’t work for you anymore and I’ll kill everyone else who decides that Kokia isn’t fit for your job.”

She sat there, perched on her new desk and watched him work as she smoked. He pulled at the man’s hair, yanking his head back as his legs bled before making him look directly at her. She stood up and stalked over, gun in hand before kneeling before the former boss. One hand slid up his thigh before grabbing the man by the balls.

“This is what I think of your gang.” She put the gun directly on his crotch, moved her hand and shot. He howled in pain, trying to squirm away from her affections. “I’ll make this place my bitch and do it better than you. Oh wait… This isn’t news.”

She laughed as she stood up but the moment she did, Ravi pinned her body to his. He was unchained, unbound and willing to lay at her feet. Grinding himself on her, he bent down to whisper in her ear--a naughty thought that had been running rampant in his mind since she entered.

“Let’s give him one last show, love.” Nipping at her earlobe, Ravi trailed kissed over her jaw and onto her neck. He sucked on that sweet spot there until there was a visible discoloration from where he left his lips. Her body responded to his as she pulled at him with the same ferocity that he came at her with. But the pout on her face is what stopped him, for the moment.

“He doesn’t deserve to see my body any longer.”

Ravi immediately took the gun and cigar from her hands before popping the smoking thing in his mouth then popping a bullet into the man’s forehead. He then turned to her, placing his forehead on hers as he blew some of the smoke out downward like a dragon. She grabbed his face and threw the cigar away, hitting the corner before devouring his lips. Ravi growled in response as a hand dived into her front, grabbing one of her tits and massaging it in his large hand. The other hand hiked up her dress, exposing her long legs. She then removed his hand and jumped up into his arms as she attacked his mouth again.

He held her up easily as he walked to the chair that was previously occupied by the dead man. Kokia, once Ravi had sat down in said chair, looped her legs through the arm rests to get a better position on top of his lap. He watched as she untied the back of her dress, letting her top half fall free of the constricting fabric. Her perky tits bounced only for him and he reached up to give them the attention that they deserve when she smacked his wandering hands away. Her mouth trailed down his neck to the exposed skin, unbuttoning several parts of the shirt.

“No. You’re gonna sit here and take it.”

He nearly groaned at the sound of her husky voice, completely submissive for her in that moment. Ravi knew that she needed to get that out of her system, needed to have some semblance of control back so she could move on. And if she used him in the process? So be it and he would die a happy man.

She made quick work of getting his belt off the black slacks he had on, wiggling around to expose what was underneath. A moan slipped out, the friction only making him harder but he obediently kept his hands to the side as she worked. The dress she had on was making it a bit hard to do what she wanted so he actually reached up and ripped the dress, allowing her more freedom to grind against his crotch. Kokia grabbed his face, anger in her eyes but he didn’t waver on that subject.

“I’ll buy you a better dress but for now, please fuck me.” He almost whimpered to her. Her eyes softened at his low words and took him in her hands, stroking him almost agonizingly slow. Ravi knew that she was going to have her revenge for tearing the dress and he accepted it. He just craved the way she felt, the way that she pressed her body against his. The way that his own body carnally wanted her, in every way that he could think of. He would have been harder even faster had the windows actually had people looking, showing them what all she was doing to a killer like him.

His beautiful killer.

Once she was satisfied with touching him, Kokia lifted herself up just enough to slide his member in all the way. She took him in slowly, every inch had him panting and eager for more. He tried to lift up his own hips but as powerful as they were, Kokia slammed her own hips down and ground him deeper than before. He gave out a cry, a soft keening sound as he threw his head back. He didn’t see the grin on her face before she did it again, working him up and down. Holding onto his shoulders, she bounced on him--the slickness making sounds in the now quiet room. Aside from their heavy breathing, nothing else could be heard since Kokia went on her rampage earlier. Everyone that would have had a problem with them, were now dead and he was so fucking close to losing his mind as she kept the brutal pace going.

He couldn’t take it anymore, the proud and deadly killer started to beg. His deep voice took on a whine as he chanted for her to keep going. Harder, faster--Ravi moaned loudly as she moved, arms twitching with the determination of keeping them to the sides. He allowed her to bruise him, to touch him and to drive him so close to the edge that it nearly broke him. She brought him so close, then took it away to watch the absolute dejection on his face. Her skin had taken on a light sheen from the effort of chasing that high with him, one that he would gladly indulge in again if she wanted to .

Finally, with a quick adjustment, he snapped and his arms wrapped themselves around her. He wanted that fucking friction, pounding up with his hips. He wouldn’t take that moment from her but he would help her along the way. Her own cries of pleasure mixed with his breathy moans as the chair kept bumping into the desk with each movement. Ravi finally grasped her hips and pulled them down so hard as he came up--he saw stars. The final movement had her grasping all around him, clinging to the hardness that was currently inside of her. It was over quickly for Kokia but Ravi had other plans.

He kept rolling his hips, using her overstimulated clit as a buffer for his own chase. Even having his thumb join in to keep her pleasure going. He was so close to finishing inside of her that every little touch she provided was making his brain foggy. A kiss there, a nip and suck there. This time, it approached them both with a vengeance as it washed over them--his hips stuttering from the effort.

They clung to each other, both gasping for breath to regulate themselves. Her head landed on his, gently knocking them together. Ravi chuckled, peppering her face with small and sweet kisses.

“Are you ok, love?” He asked her, eyes shining only for her. She nodded, not wanting to say another word about it. He knew that she was hurting from what happened and needed a release but never saying anything to her unless she spoke first. He let her do things at her own pace and only stepped in when needed. He was her Guardian Devil and a dog he would be...

...For her.

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Edge of Forever [BTS Space!AU]

BTS Space!AU [ ♧ ✪ ✿ ☆ ❂ ☾✘ ] “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.” The stage is set and the stars are the guide for the lost souls that have congregated to one point. A fixed constant in the universe for others to discover and fulfill their wishes but will it come to ruin for others?

Pairings: BTS X OC (s) Genre: BTS Space!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language

AO3

AN: Ah! There’s people who like this?? I’d like to give a shoutout to @pinkpjmin who wanted a tag for this mess of a story! If there’s anyone who wants to be on the shoutout list when I finally post, let us know! I purple all of you!

Chapter 18- From Yesterday

"But it's hard to admit How it ends and begins On his face is a map of the world."

It was a grueling 72 hours since they started to work on Lirael, barely even stopping to take meal breaks. The only reason that they did was because Jin practically shoved food down their mouths, making them choke and pause to chew. He was worried about Namjoon and Hoseok if they kept it up but what bothered him the most was the person that they were working on. He didn’t realize that with her awakening, it would affect him so much. He tried to watch as they worked on her, actually seeing what she was made of--the intricate details that wove together her biological parts with the technological aspect.

Yet, among the blood and wires--he felt a sort of kinship with her and she didn’t even speak one word to him yet. His fingers grazed the outer corners of his eyes, the sharp and unnatural color of them was a constant reminder of what happened to him. The faint scars that he could feel there practically burning as he watched them work on her. Jimin, along with others, had come to the ship about a day ago but his reaction was something similar to Yoongi’s. And it surprised him greatly, on both accounts.

Jimin had burst into tears when he saw what they were doing to her, to which Vairuit steered him away from the area. Nyala joined them in the room, getting looked at while Namjoon was finishing up with what he was doing. She watched over them while everyone else could stand outside and look through the glass into the sickbay. Jin was one of the ones that had been standing there for a while, Yoongi coming and going to check up on everything. He still couldn’t get a good read on the man but one could tell that he was disturbed by what was going on. When he wasn’t there, he would slink back to the cockpit to sit with Jungkook to watch over the area.

Jin dropped his hand from his eyes, the old ache reverberating through his head and face. The faint memory of the incident bothered him from time to time, even more so when he encountered something that would remind him of what happened. Which was why he couldn’t be in the same room as them, nor could Jimin since he had something similar happen. He got along better with Jimin sometimes because of it, the both of them having the scars of repair. It hurt his heart that someone like her would have to have the same ones they had. No matter what she was, she was an innocent in their band of rogues.

“Oh, he’ll be a good one soon.”

The needles and the sterile atmosphere were a constant reminder of where he was. For more than half of his life, he’d been there in those same rooms as fingers and tests were constantly bothering him. That voice, silky and low, was something that haunted his dreams constantly as he had to hear it in his waking moments. They were always doing something to his body, testing it for something that was beyond his scope of understanding. His tears and pain had long dried up, becoming a husk of what he used to be. But that was the way that they liked it, their subjects compliant with everything they said.

Oh, how they praised Samael for his accomplishments, showing off his body and charts to some of the others in his circle. He remembered actually being alarmed with his superiors, fear flooding his veins more than normal when he laid eyes on Samael’s boss. The stare troubling him more than the rest, more than the needles and the procedures. He was to be a prototype for a new army that they were breeding, seeing what all they could get away with. The applications being implanted in their project, the Maiden Program.

He understood snippets of what they were talking about, how close they were to the perfect being and with what they were doing to him--it would all go to it, a being born specifically for their purposes.

He cried, shivering in his corner once he was taken back to his cell. His whole body ached after that meeting, the fear and the understanding that he was nothing more than a canvass for science. It was one time that he couldn’t drive away the pain, humiliation and his whole reality by delving into a dream of a field of warmth. That same golden field where he could sink his hands into the foliage, the warm dirt beneath his feet and the gentle wind that lightly caressed his bare skin. He often saw that scene in his dreams, chasing away the cruel voice and fingers that haunted his waking moments. Often, a girl would join his dreams and would tell him in a soft voice to hold on--to believe in his dream of freedom. A girl with golden hair, just like the field.

“You need to get up!”

He awoke from that sweet dream, the feeling of stiffness from the past tears that had fallen down his face. He rubbed his face as he realized that there was someone else in his cell, someone that was at that meeting. He remembered the cold, blue eyes and instantly shied away from him. The man crouched down, a finger on his lips as he reached around to pull out a black mask. It was something he recognized from a man that frequented the labs, one that always got into arguments with Samael. He put the black mask on himself, the only thing showing was his icy eyes--the whole getup striking him like someone had actually stooped over to slap him.

It was the Demon Sonneillon, the harbinger of death among the top tier Guild. However, he knew the man as someone kind despite what he could do to others. The man would visit, to keep the Mad Doctor in check but would always pity the subjects in his care. While Samael was gone, Sonneillon would give them a sweet treat--the hatred in the man’s eyes would evaporate when dealing with the lab rats.

“Do you want to live here for the rest of your life?” The demon held his hand out to him, getting up from his crouched position. He knew better than to trust a Demon but his offer was one that was sweeter than the sterile life there. After finding some clothes for himself, the pair found their way towards the docking bay. However, they couldn’t just escape quietly as Samael caught them in the act. His dark skin, wicked grin--he was enjoying the mice running around in the maze. Sonneillon roared with anger, killing all that dared to bother him and the ones he freed. It was like a dying beast, getting in the last hunt before succumbing to his weaknesses.

He was scared but her voice urged him on, to hold onto his freedom. He’d had a taste of what it was like, the exhilarating moment that had his soul singing. People dropped all around him but he kept close to the demon that freed him.

Samael caught up to them, smiling like he had found the answer to all of his problems. He held out a hand, inviting him to stay--to become something bigger. But his tone was far from warm and safe, a threat lined underneath the words. It was almost compelling him to stay, a command laced in the undertones. He resisted, the desperation that he was holding onto that kept him from running towards the Doctor.

However, that was the wrong answer as Sonneillon yelled for the Mad Doctor to die. Something ugly twisted his features as he lashed out at the insubordination. He ran in front of the attack, catching the full brunt of it to keep his only friend and savior from being hurt. The attack caught him in the face, rendering him blind and bleeding. He didn’t know what happened next, only darkness and pain that kept him going. He could deal with that, pushing past his body’s limits as he was made to do. The demon helped him into the ship but found that he was locked out from using it. He could hear the frustration in the demon’s voice, ready to die for his own freedom.

But there was something that the demon didn’t know, a way out.

He was able to use the ship, access its systems due to the modifications that had been forced upon him. The synaptic processor that had been implanted into his brain, replacing his parietal lobe--it allowed him to “see” and bypass the locks. After all, the brain is the most complex computer in a species like himself. His reflexes and body enhancements were just enough to escape the Guild, eyes bleeding and brain being strained from the effort. He was going to get them out of there, to chase his wish of freedom.

He awoke to another hospital but one that treated his injuries instead of that hell he was in. Blind and scared, he turned to the Demon that saved him--one that still stayed with him instead of abandoning him to his fate after escaping. He would have to lay in the darkness for a while until something could be done but they were free. A feeling that he only experienced in his dreams, finally a reality.

“Shikoba, what do you want to do now?”

A bloody tear fell from his damaged eyes, one that wasn’t soaked up by the bandages around his face. He didn’t know the answer to that but there was one thing he was certain of. He reached up and started to scratch at the tattoo on his forearm, to the point where it was bleeding. Sonneillon tried to stop him but his strong fingers had dug into the skin, disrupting the tattoo that was there. Pushing the man away, he had mauled his skin until he was satisfied. By the time the nurses got there, the area was a bleeding mess.

“I am dead.” A sob racked his body as they sedated him again, the Demon watching on as his body relaxed again. “But I will live again soon. You should too. I am made to survive so please be free.”

“We both are dead now. So sleep and know that I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Jin?”

He hadn’t realized that he had been crying, an actual feat that his body was barely able to do those days. Because of the implants, it was incredibly hard for him to produce tears but it didn’t matter anyways since he rarely felt the need to cry. The Pilot realized that Yoongi had been talking to him, sensing the turbulence in the man.

“Did you get any supplies wrangled up before we leave this place? I heard you got some more food products I can actually work with.”

Yoongi nodded, deciding not to press the issue. Jin turned, furiously wiped his face before looking back at the scene. Namjoon and Hoseok had just finished what they were doing, covering up her body out of respect. Nyala was talking to them, pointing towards the cockpit as she instructed them on something he couldn’t hear. He furrowed his eyebrows as the both of them watched the pair pick up her body and carry her out. He was going to protest, questioning their decision to move her body but Nyala placed a hand on his shoulder with a small smile.

Namjoon carried her body to the bridge and set her on a peculiar area that he hadn’t really noticed before. It was one that was situated right behind his pilot’s seat, a circle that looked like something should have gone there. As instructed, Namjoon put her body down into the circle and stepped back.

Initiating Maiden Interface.

They all heard Kibeth’s voice call out before the area sunk down deep into the floor. The top closed after enveloping her; a series of mechanical clicks could be heard before a large cylinder shot up, attaching the top to the other half. Suddenly the sides of it slid away showing Lirael in the cylinder like she was floating in that space. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her eyes were still closed.

Lights all across the bridge started to light up, and areas that were dead or barely working were now almost singing to life. An unexpected glow shining in the cylinder lit up her features more. The sides covered up the most important parts of her body. Lirael’s eyes slowly opened, the green color radiating with life. She blinked, looking around at something that they couldn’t see. Her mouth opened a bit like she was about to speak but instead something else happened.

Oh!

A voice, light and soft, could be heard as she smiled. Hoseok cheered suddenly, scaring them all as his mouth grew wide with a smile. Namjoon grunted in satisfaction as he was trying, very obviously, to keep from cheering as well. Jungkook clapped Jin on his shoulder but the man was focused on Yoongi, who had walked up to the tank. Lirael shifted in there to look at him, a happy expression on her face.

I am Lirael, but I do not know your names! Thank you so much for helping me and Nyala! I have just access the ship’s systems and everything is in running order. You are Yoongi, are you not?

Yoongi didn’t answer her but extended his hand to touch the tank. A tear fell down his cheek as he used his abilities to connect to her mind. It was something that was bothering him, whether or not she was more machine than body. He realized that she was just like the rest of them but with a connection that he just couldn’t handle at the moment. It was something that he’d been sensing as well as with Nyala but the pieces just wouldn’t fit together until he joined minds with her.

Suddenly, everything made sense to him and it overwhelmed him.

You are leaking! Are you in need of repair? Do you have damage, Mr. Yoongi?

Yoongi snatched his hand away from the tank and ran out, embarrassed that he caused such a scene. Nyala came up to her and reassured her that everything was fine. Jin watched the exchange, the scene being committed to his memory unit. The success of the endeavor was being saved and he would remember it all for them.

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