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ktheist · 4 years

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finale — show me yours & i’ll show you mine

➙ muses. seokjin x college student / gamer!reader ft. best friend! taehyung

➙ genre. best friend’s brother au. university au. working au. fwb au.

➙ word. 2.1k

➙ index. 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | finale | side story 1 |

➙ synopsis.

“show me yours and i’ll show you mine.”

“be nice," taehyung mouths across from you as he sits next to mina.

the red handprints on his cheeks becoming more apparent with each passing minute. it was half-believable to say taehyung fell face first in the snow, got stuck there for more than two minutes and voila, sported a red face upon your return to the kim’s.

but now, you’re just lucky no one’s pointing out the very obvious palm shaped mark on his pudgy cheeks as he stuffs his face with food.

“oh, mina, do you have any plans tomorrow? you could stay over and spend christmas morning with us," mrs kim asks as she passes the bowl of the roasted potatoes seokjin’s been boasting about.

“o-oh,” the brunette stammers, holding the fork with both hands as if citing a prayer of hope, “no, i couldn’t intrude on you any longer.”

“no such thing, we’re all family here.” mrs kim waves a dismissive hand and even that brief gesture feels warm, “___’s mother and i have known your mother since we were kids and i watch you two grow up with my boys - you’re basically daughters i never had,” she shoots you a smile, eyes crinkling in the corners.

not seeing the remark coming, you end up almost choking on the mushroom soup you’re just in the middle of enjoying.

“i can’t say i’d love to have tae as a sibling but here we are,” you jest, half-heartedly while laughter erupts from everyone at the table.

if there’s a god, please don’t let mrs kim find out i fucked her oldest son.

“i heard yuukal co is interested in your flower arrangements and wanna buy exclusive rights to have you deliver them to the company whenever they have an event lined up?” namjoon chirps up, dimples digging into his cheek as he digs into his

“the secretary of yuukal co was an acquaintance of mine in college, that’s probably why.” the brunette says shyly, pushing her hair to the back of her ear.

“so, you’re not planning on going back to college?”

but it’s your voice that makes her blink once and stare at you like you’re some tricky math question.

“what- oh,” she shakes her head, as if shaking away the trance that delayed her response, “i don’t know, my major has nothing to do with what i want to do so i’m thinking of taking another year off.”

you nod casually. understandingly. “i’m sure the college has plenty of spots for people who actually wants to be there, i guess.”

it’s not a new low. but it’s a kind of low you never usually stoop to.

no one seems to notice though, as mina laughs. obviously uncomfortable by your remark, “haha yeah.”

“taehyung got offered a job at the company he interned in last year,” with a smack on the aforementioned boy’s back, seokjin proudly announces.

and just like that, taehyung takes the spotlight to himself.

“oh my god, that’s wonderful news. kim taehyung, when were you going to tell us?” mrs. kim is the first to say something, eyes brimming with anticipation as she looks at him, waiting for him to tell everyone at the table more about it.

but the fact of the matter is, kim taehyung is torn between working a nine-to-five, subsequently making his parents proud or going professional as a full time gamer.

he breathes out an ‘uh...’ before his lips curl into a forced smile.

“surprise?”

some time after dinner, you end up drinking and playing card games. mrs kim already went to bed and it's a hour past midnight and all four of your find yourselves in your house to not disturb the kim couples.

the grinch is playing in the background because you, taehyung and mina won against namjoon and seokjin who wanted to watch frozen.

“frozen is so unchristmasy,” taehyung complained.

though, at one point, you did backtrack a little - only a teensy bit - and sided with seokjin who looked like he just won a lottery when you casually say, “i mean frozen’s got that wintry feeling and christmas is in-”

“oh girl, not you choosing a man over your best friend,” taehyung started tickling your sides as giggles erupted from your lips while trying to beg for forgiveness.

“okay! okay! i’m grinch team all the way!”

“is that allowed? yah! you can’t say that after converting to team frozen!” seokjin’s rebuttal sounded every bit casual.

in retrospect, him joining taehyung’s ticklish assault would have felt out of character had you not fucked behind taehyung’s back nor kissed like you were star crossed lovers just hours ago.

“two against one! not fair! seokjin- ah- hahahaha!”

one good thing came out of it though: you ended up sitting next to seokjin. it made you a little too conscious of him - of his cologne, of his thigh that brushes against yours with every movement you make and pretend like it’s nothing and of the ghost of a touch of his pinky finger that lingers on your knee when he seemingly places a hand on his own knee.

still, it’s the closest you could ever be in public and it’s enough to tell mina to back off.

she doesn’t seem to notice but her compliments are equally distributed to everyone in the room. she seems to be the giggly drunk. giggling at every single thing everyone say.

somewhere deep in your heart, you feel the guilt gnawing because of your uncalled for hostility.

“i better get home,” she starts to stand at 3:07 am and you wave a dismissive hand, “no, it’s so late. stay over. please. you promised to make me your special hot chocolate in the morning.”

she objects at first like she turned down mrs kim’s invitation to spend christmas morning at the kim’s. and that’s how you know your views have been blinded with jealousy to see mina for who she is - a cute, lovable girl who’d be the heroine of every romance novel there is.

“oh thank you, thank you!” her arms flail around before they wrap around you in a drunken hug.

you laugh, hugging back.

the memories of how you huddled together like children and fell asleep in the living room, is hazy but when you wake up - the time on your screen displaying a 6 something am - you find a blanket draped over your body.

the light from the kitchen pours over the living room but not enough to wake the slumbering bodies there.

seokjin shoots you a smile when he sees you ambling over to the dining table with hair pointing in every direction, eyes squinting trying to block out the light while holding the blanket around your shoulders.

“you’re working? jinnie, it’s christmas,” you whine, head resting on his shoulder, feeling your heartbeat skip at the small contact.

he chuckles, bumping his cheek against your head before you hear the sound the keyboard again.

you stay like that, blanket curled around your body, seokjin typing away at his laptop.

that is, until his velvet voice cuts through the silence.

“so... i reckon that red handprint on tae’s cheek isn’t because he fell face first in snow.”

“it was because i slapped him in the face,” you wave your injured hand that’s now wrapped with a panda printed band aid instead of the duck ones seokjin used in the beginning.

he takes your hand, making sure not to apply too much pressure on the injury and kisses the top of your hand, “why would you do that?”

your cheeks warm at the gesture but you clear your throat, trying to play it cool, “because he told me we looked good together after all that shit he put us through.”

silence lulls in once again.

it feels like the longest you’ve ever gone with your heart palpitating inside your chest and unspoken words hovering over you but not quite reaching the who they’re supposed to reach.

“do we?” seokjin muses.

“do we... what?” you ask despite having an inkling of what he means.

“look good.” he turns to you, one arm on the table, thumb brushing against your pinky finger.

“i don’t know- we never even took selfies together.” you shrug.

“i think our selfies would look cute,” he pauses, naturally pouty lips curling into a smile, “so cute that the guys in your dm’s would be devastated to know that you’re dating me.”

“i can’t... do this,” the words slip out of your mouth like a waterfall like it’s bound to pour out of your heart through your mouth at some point, “because taehyung was... right. i don’t have a love language - even if i did, it’d be being jealous of every girl that talks to you. lashing out at those girls even though it’s completely understandable why they’d have heart eyes when they talk to you because you’re just that amazing... and... and... you like me? why?”

seokjin’s eyes look like someone personally plucked stars from the sky and trap them in those dark brown irises.

no- actually, he’s looking at you like you’re the star and he’s the moon that shines silver white rays just to have you notice him.

“who’s to say i don’t get jealous?” he cups your face, brows furrowing like you’re a math question without a solution and he’s going mad trying to figure you out, “i get so jealous at the thought of guys sliding into your dm’s, let alone make a pass on you but then i thought ‘if she’s not looking at me then i just have to try harder to make her notice me’ and i might or might not’ve reciprocated mina’s passes to make you jealous...”

you feel the corners of your lips tugging into a smile as you smack his chest lightly, “ass.”

that earns a chuckle from the man before he goes on, “but i’m not even sure what my love language is either, last i used it, i ended up getting dumped because apparently i’m too boring.”

“you’re not boring...” red flashes in your vision as you spit out the word, offended, “your dad jokes are bad but that’s what makes them so lovable. you’re so tall but you’re a literal walking teddy bear. you have biggest, kindest heart... and you’re so hung.”

something devious and prideful flashes across his eyes for the briefest moment before he asks ever so softly, “yeah?”

“yes.” you take his hands and grip them tightly, wishing the touch would convey your feelings.

“isn’t that kind of your love language?” his thumb feels callous against your skin as he rubs circles on the back of your hand. but that’s what makes this feels real - an affirmation that you’re not dreaming, “so... show me more... show yours and i’ll show you mine.”

you’d want to say you share a deep, passionate kiss to seal your promise for each other. but when you open your eyes - not knowing when you closed it - you’re staring at the white ceiling with neon starry stickers tacked up on it.

and seokjin?

he’s nowhere to be found.

the morning air sends shivers down your spine as you pull your blanket over your head, trying to tune out taehyung’s voice.

but the universe seems set on kicking your sleepy ass of your bed when the door swings open with a bang!

“get up! get up! it’s christmas!” the tall boy literally screams in your ears before hoisting you over his shoulder like a sack of potato and setting you down on the toilet in the bathroom with a “you better wash your face by the time i come back!”

you do as told.

eventually.

since the presents are all set under the christmas tree at the kim’s and you’re not looking to upload a christmas morning story in mismatched pj’s, you change into a cute totoro onesie.

mr and mrs kim got mina - she thanked you for letting her stay over last night even though you woke up to an empty house, she even has different clothes on than last night - new kits for the florist.

taehyung almost hugged you to death when he unwrapped his new ps5 that he’s been dying for.

namjoon got a new pair of gucci loafers from taehyung and booked an interrogation slot with their mother because-

“kim taehyung, where did you get all this money?”

you suspect he’s going to reveal his gaming channel to her where he got sponsors from to buy namjoon those loafers.

and seokjin gifted you with a heartshaped necklace as well as a new pc set for taehyung and a signed book of namjoon’s favorite writer that he’d been talking about for ages as well as an all expense paid trip for his parents to thailand.

“thanks for the necklace,” you lightly bump seokjin’s elbow as you come to stand next to him at the sink. he’s washing the mug he used for hot coffee.

he steals a glance at his family and mina in the living room. they’re laughing over taehyung having his head down, sitting on his calves like he’s asking for the forgiveness of a lifetime after confessing that he didn’t want to work a nine-to-five and wanted to go pro.

then his eyes find yours again. the glint in them makes your heart stop before he leans down, lips brushing yours ever so gently yet very seokjin-like.

you think your heart just burst as you freeze in your spot, staring up at the man with slightly parted lips and warm cheeks like a high school girl whose crush very obviously hinted he likes her back.

he raises a quizzical brow at your reaction before realization settles on his face and his lips curve into a smirk, “what? did you think last night was all a dream?”

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juminsmysticmc · 4 years

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For a request idk if this to vague but anything angsty is fine for me. I'm not feeling too well and think reading something like that would help. But do what's best for you as well.

⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️

RFA try to save their kidnapped child

Hey there, I know, this took ages to write but I finally did it. I hope that you are better by now and feel much better. I am sorry if I couldn’t reach out for you. Please DM me, I would like to support you, okay?

Jumin

The only thing you could hear were voices from afar and a sniffing little voice next to you as darkness surrounded you.

What in the world just happened?

Suddenly, everything came back at you.

,,DADDY, MOMMY IS AWAKE!“ the snorting sound gasped, opening the door and letting the bright light come in again.

,,Mc!“ Jumin said before he entered the room a bit later, closing the door and turning on the light.

Luckily, it was a much dimmer light.

,,How are you, my love?“ he asked you.

You looked around as reality hit you. ,,Where is… my baby? Jumin, where is our son?“ you asked him.

Jumin stroked your head and began to tear up.

,,I know that this is hard on you, Mc, but you need to tell me what happened… My men are already working on finding him but… you need to tell me everything you remember…’’

And so you began to tell him how you walked hand in hand with your children and the bodyguards from the playground and how suddenly you heard the bodyguards yell.

,,Everything went by so fast… I took our daughter in one arm and grabbed our son to run away, but… someone grabbed him! And, I tried to pull him! I yelled for help but… I don’t know how, but I fell and he let go of my hand and… that’s all I remember…’’ you confessed, crying in your husbands arms.

,,We will find him, we will…’’

Days went by and no call came; no one who wanted money or anything.

But suddenly, a call arrived.

And so, you disappeared with a lot of money to the requested place on your own, leaving your daughter in Zen‘s care.

You didn’t even tell Jumin, who did his everything with his bodyguards.

But little did you know that Zen had already informed Seven, who continued to track you down and informed Jumin later on.

And indeed, when you arrived, Jumin and his bodyguards were already at the place, a few men in their care and a crying boy in his father’s arms.

,,My… baby!“ you hiccuped and jumped towards him, hugging him too.

,,I will never let anything happen to you again…!“

Jumin tightened the security and even found out that the kidnappers randomly decided to kidnap a kid, finding out later that they caught a rich kid.

Perhaps, a big mistake for their lives.

Zen

,,Hyun, don’t let her out of your sight,“ you warned him, stroking the head of the infant sleeping in your arms.

,,I won’t. I‘m her daddy,“ he whispered before kissing you and your sleeping daughter.

,,Princess, let‘s go to the mall!“ Zen said to your older daughter in a whisper as to not wake up the baby.

,,Why is mommy staying at home with the baby?“

,,Baby, she‘s staying at home with the baby,“ Zen corrected her and stroked her head.

,,Because your little sister has a fever and mommy needs to stay home to make her feel better,“ Zen explained.

The little girl accepted the explanation and walked happily together with her dad through the little street with the little shops on the side.

,,You didn‘t buy that much, Princess,“ Zen wondered after carrying four full bags of clothes, toys, chocolate, and decorating stuff for you.

,,Daddy! Mommy said a little!“ she lectured him.

Suddenly, a few girls began to yell and apparently spotted Zen, who became pretty famous in the last few years.

,,Seri-ah, stay with Daddy, okay?“ Zen told the little girl who nodded.

However, more and more fans arrived and saw Zen, which led to chaos.

,,Daddy! Daddy!” The girl screamed suddenly.

Zen’s heart was shattering when he saw how someone had his daughter on his back, carrying her away from him while she was trying to get off.

,,LET ME GO! MOVE! MOVE! MY DAUGHTER IS GETTING KIDNAPPED!’’ he cried and screamed into the crowd, trying to get away from the fans.

However, his screams got overturned by the fans and they stopped him from saving his daughter.

,,Mr Ryu, I need you to work with us,’’ the officer said to Zen, who was sitting on the cold ground.

The stuff his daughter bought all over the floor, broken, and ready to go to the trash after people stepped on it.

He was in a trance.

Only your voice could make him look up.

,,Mc… I’m sorry,’’ he sobbed and jumped up, hugging you.

Like a little baby, he cried into your chest as you let your tears fall onto his white hair.

Days went by and no one called.

Zen was getting questioned increasingly by the day, but it never led to anything.

,,I can’t wait any longer,’’ he hissed, one day.

The RFA was currently at his house, Seven sitting at the table, trying to figure out where that man came from.

,,You don’t have to,’’ he said suddenly.

That’s how it began.

Instead of telling the police, Seven, Zen, and Yoosung went to where the GPS led them. With the help of Jumin’s closest bodyguards, they stormed the place.

,,Whatever your reason was,’’ Zen said while he was holding his bloody daughter, ,,as of today, you will regret ever thinking of harming her,’’ he whispered, handing Yoosung his weak daughter and beginning to torture the man who almost killed his daughter.

Yoosung

,,DADDY!’’ the blond man heard, jumping up from the couch and panting.

Cold sweat was dripping down his forehead.

A short glance over to your hospital bed showed him that you were still sleeping.

It was no wonder that after getting beaten up, everyone would sleep that long.

Slowly, without making a sound, Yoosung got up and stepped out of the white room, which was making him crazy.

Just when he closed the door, his phone rang in his pocket, making him fumble the gadget out as quickly as possible.

It was either the police or Seven, and no matter who it was, one of them had good or bad news about the whereabouts of his daughter.

,,Seven,’’ Yoosung said firmly over the phone.

,,I found her. Come out right now. I will pick you up and we will save her, but don’t tell Mc,’’ Seven shortly said and cut the call.

Of course Yoosung didn’t lose any time on going out of the hospital and running up and down in the parking lot where his red haired friend picked him up in one of his cars.

,,Take this and wear this,’’ he said, handing him a gun and bulletproof jacket.

Yoosung was prepared for the worst and just accepted the equipment.

A few moments later, which seemed like an eternity to him, they arrived.

,,The CCTV says that they’re here,’’ Seven showed him on a map of the building.

,,We will enter from down here,’’ he showed him the place, ,,and move this way,’’ he went on, making Yoosung follow his finger with his eyes.

And so they went. Not losing a single moment, both of them walked the way they agreed on.

,,Daddy… daddy….’’ he heard a faint voice sobbing.

The little voice he missed so much, was filled with pain. The single thought about her being in pain made his blood boil.

,,Wait till we have her and then you can shoot as much as you want,’’ Seven said, throwing something into the crowd and fetching the girl as quickly as possible.

,,Assholes,’’ Yoosung said, his violet eyes filled with hate as he hit the man once again and shot at him a third time.

,,Hope you survive with the pain,’’ he said and vanished with Seven from the bloody place, his daughter now in his arms.

Jaehee

,,I’m sorry, Mc. I couldn’t save him,’’ Jaehee said at your grave.

The last thing you begged of her was to save your son before you died in the hospital due to the injuries the kidnappers gave you.

However, Jaehee couldn’t save either you or her son.

Instead, both of you died right in front of her eyes. What did life matter anymore?’’

With this question, she sat down on your grave, her back leaned against your stone while she looked up to your smiling picture.

The last time you smiled went through her head.

How you begged her to save him, her son, and how much you cried the day he was pulled out of your embrace.

Just a few moments earlier, you guys were laughing in the shop, when men in black barged in, shooting in your coffee shop and yelling for money.

Of course, just as every mother would do, you tried to cover your son with your body while she gathered the money out of the cash drawer.

However, life never went like Jaehee wished and the men shot you.

The last thing Jaehee saw was then your bloody body over your crying son, who got pulled away from you and disappeared.

A few days later, when she finally got the call, the day she left you to go and catch your happiness again, just to see him dying in front of her.

Blood over his face, Jaehee couldn’t recognize him anymore if it wasn’t for his tiny voice begging her to run.

,,Baby… Mommy is here…’’ she whispered, stepping closer to the boy hanging.

,,Run-’’ he begged.

A loud bang followed and his last scream was when everything turned even redder and darker.

,,Jaehee-’’ you gasped when you saw her entering your room with his dead body.

It was the last time she ever heard you before you died from a heart attack.

,,I killed you both,’’ Jaehee cried and held the gun at her temple.

,,At least, I will kill myself too now…’’ she sobbed louder.

The loud gunshot was almost a little noise below the pouring rain as blood dropped on the green grass surrounding your grave.

Saeyoung

The fight was supposed to be over, he thought as he watched your lifeless figure on the bed.

The only thing that reminded him that you were alive were the sobs which left your mouth.

Nothing more.

You hadn’t eaten in days and you never got up either.

Saeyoung knew the next person he would lose would be you.

Suddenly Saeran called him, making him turn around in the big room and approach his brother who was sitting in front of a balck computer.

,,I think I got something. Let’s go and check it out,’’ he whispered.

Saeyoung was about to lose hope, but this last chance made his cold heart grow warmer.

Without telling you anything, he left, ready to fight once again. His father, the man who tried to once again destroy his happiness.

,,You guys finally arrived,’’ the white haired man laughed, him sitting on the chair, the lifeless body of his daughter on his lap.

,,You asshole. If she’s dead, I will-’’

,,Then do it,’’ he laughed, throwing her into the middle of the room as if she was an old bag.

,,You arrived too late,’’ he began.

,,You guys should have let the story die. If you would have done it like that, she would have survived,’’ he said while Saeyoung was still looking at her.

The face, which he only knew with a smile implanted on was pale and as white as the wall.

,,What did you do…?’’ he asked him, hate, despair and sadness in Saeyoung’s voice.

,,I played with her, just like a grand-’’

Saeyoung didn’t let him end his sentence and shot him there where he was the most vulnerable.

,,Asshole, you will go through much worse pain,’’ he hissed. Not even Saeran could recognize his brother while he began to beat up the man who killed his daughter and probably would make you die too...

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thebonerpit · 4 years

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tip of your tongue [fic]

tip of your tongue

Rom Howney, 2213 words, [E], read on Ao3 here

Tom has a terrible gag reflex and Robert just wants to help, aka, 2020: the year that inspires us to make mouth swabs sexy. (Cannot believe an Instagram video of Tom gagging on a swab would help get over my writer’s block...)

“Happy to see you’re being safe, even if that looks very uncomfortable. Awful gag reflex, by the way. Miss ya underoos.”

Most of the time, Tom assumes Robert never even sees his Instagram posts. He figures he’s too busy with other way more important movie star type things, or hanging out with his family, or doing literally anything other than browsing Instagram for hours like Tom does when he’s bored. But of course he happens to catch the one where he gags about two seconds after having that evil fucking swab shoved down his throat. It’s embarrassing, to say the least. He can practically see Robert’s smirk as he reads the DM.

Tom feels his cheeks colour slightly. Emboldened by the two beers he has just downed, he quickly types out a response and hits “send” before he can change his mind.

“It was horrid, but worth it. And yeah, haven’t had much chance to practice. xoxo.”

He throws his phone down on the couch so hard it bounces off and hits the floor.

“Fuck,” he hisses, grabbing for it and sinking back into the cushions in relief when the screen doesn’t show any visible cracks. Then he stares at it for a good ten minutes, totally NOT waiting for a response from Robert. Not at all. But when one doesn’t come he groans and buries his face in one of the big, soft pillows beside him.

“I’m such a fucking idiot,” he says into the fabric. “I wonder how long it would take to suffocate myself like this.”

“Are you saying something?! Why d’you sound like you’ve got your head in a jar?” Harry yells across the house. Tom groans again but launches himself off the couch and in the direction of Harry’s voice, leaving his phone on the coffee table, hoping for a distraction.

Ten o’clock that evening there’s a notification blinking at him. Tom nearly drops the phone again in his haste to check it.

“Didn’t think so, a good boy like you. Take it from someone who knows… practice does make perfect. I hear bananas work well. You have those in England, don’t you?”

Tom makes a painful, strangled noise that has Harry running to see if he’s broken something.

For some reason, they keep texting. It moves from Instagram DMs to actual text messages and Tom thinks that’s meaningful in some way… maybe… or not. Sometimes they’re flirty, sometimes they’re completely benign. Tom’s working on Uncharted and it keeps him too busy to dwell on it most of the time, until there’s a break in shooting for a week and he’s responding to Robert’s texts WAY too eagerly and he’d be mortified for himself if Robert wasn’t responding just as fast.

One night, after a few beers (again, god, he really needs to stop drinking) he sends a video. Because he has been practicing, actually. Not with bananas but with his toothbrush every morning, so that’s what he uses. He smiles at the camera and then opens wide and slides the handle into his mouth, taking care to concentrate on his breathing. His tongue pokes out underneath it and if he curls it slightly around the handle it was only to hold it steady, of course. The brush goes in a respectable distance until he feels his throat spasm and he gags slightly as he pulls it back out. His eyes water but he smiles again and does a completely dorky thumbs up before cutting the video off.

He cracks open another beer to wait with but the response comes almost immediately.

“Jesus, you’re pretty. Working hard, I see? Very good, I’m so proud.”

Tom blushes at the praise and squirms happily, kicking his feet a little. He’s alone in his hotel room, who fucking cares, Robert makes him giddy and he’ll kick his feet if he wants to.

“Aww you really think I’m pretty? I am working hard. Can even do it with the banana.”

“Show me.”

Fuck. FUCK. Tom hasn’t even attempted the banana yet but he didn’t expected Robert to respond… like that. He hops off the bed, grabs it from the bowl in the kitchenette, and immediately sticks it in his mouth.

“Peel it first, you absolute fucking moron,” he says with a grimace, and takes another swig of beer to wash away the taste of banana peel. He only has one banana, though, so if he’s gonna do this he has to film it right away or else it might start falling to bits after, er, repeated use. So he sets up his phone at an attractive angle and hits record.

He smiles again, less cheesy this time and what he hopes is more seductive, before turning slightly to the side and opening his mouth. The sweetness is almost overwhelming on its own, never mind how much thicker the banana is than a toothbrush, but he takes it slowly and slips it over his tongue. He has to close his lips around it, there isn’t really any other way, so he takes the opportunity to glance at the camera when he does, eyes lidded and slightly hazy from the alcohol. He stops about halfway down and makes a pathetic little sad noise because he knows he’s almost at his limit but fuck he wants to impress Robert so badly… so against his better judgement, he keeps going. Tom pulls out every trick in the book: breathing through his nose, squeezing his thumb in his fist, pressing up with his tongue. He makes it further than he did with the toothbrush before he chokes and slides the saliva-slick banana back out of his mouth with a wet gasp. There is a silvery thread of spit connecting his bottom lip to the end of the banana, and he stares directly in the camera as he licks it away.

This time there are actual tears in his eyes, and one slides down his cheek as he leans in to rasp out, “Did I do a good job?”

When the FaceTime notification pops up he nearly falls off the edge of the bed. There is absolutely no time to make himself look presentable or cool in any way, so he sets up the phone on the nightstand and answers with a tear-streaked face and a little bit of banana in the corner of his mouth.

Tom assumes Robert is in L.A. but it’s dark in whatever room he’s calling from, his face lit up by the soft glow of a desk lamp. A small thrill shoots up Tom’s spine at how blown his pupils are.

“What are you trying to do to me, hm?” he says, his voice quiet and half-wrecked.

“I’m just doing what you told me to… sir…”

Robert growls – actually GROWLS – and Tom feels it in every nerve of his body.

“Is that so?”

“Mmhmm. Practicing.”

Tom’s always been terrible at dirty talk, and he doesn’t think he’s ever had phone sex before, but he is an actor, so he lets himself slip into the role of someone who knows what the fuck they’re doing. It’s a lot easier with a scene partner like Robert.

“Practicing… yeah, I’ll bet. Practicing for something even bigger?”

“I… I don’t know. Am I?”

Did he really just ask Robert Downey Jr. how big his dick is?

Robert smirks and bites at his plush lower lip.

“Show me your hands,” he says.

Tom furrows his brow, confused, but raises his hands up anyway.

“Perfect. Lovely, long fingers. Put them in your mouth.”

It’s an order, and an order given so confidently and almost carelessly, like he knows Tom is going to obey. It’s devastatingly attractive.

“H-how many?”

“Start with two. As deep as you can.”

He does it. He tastes faintly of banana but it’s quickly washed away down his throat as he gags on his own fingers.

“Easy, sweet thing, no rush. Work them in nice and slow, close your lips around- yes, perfect, just like that…”

Tom’s eyelids flutter closed and he just lets Robert’s words wash over him as he slides his fingers over his tongue, deeper and deeper into his throat. His teeth knock against his knuckles and he moans when he realizes they’re in as far as they can go.

“Perfect,” Robert says. “Now suck.”

A whine escapes around his fingers, unbidden, and Robert answers with a low groan. Tom hollows his cheeks and does exactly what Robert tells him. He slides his fingers back out a bit only to suck them back in, almost petting his own tongue. He tries to go a bit faster, almost fucking his own face, but the repeated motion makes him gag again and he wrenches his hand away, coughing and sputtering and wiping spit off his chin.

“S-sorry,” he gasps, more tears spilling over his cheeks.

“Oh, no, you’re doing so good, baby,” Robert reassures, “so fucking good.”

He sounds breathless, and Tom wipes at his eyes so he can see him better. Robert shifts in his chair and Tom can see his arm moving under the desk and oh holy fuck he’s jerking off, he’s jerking off right now on the phone and Tom is about to DIE.

“Lemme see,” he blurts out, his eyes desperately focused on Robert’s arm.

Robert pauses and raises an eyebrow.

“Ask nicely.”

“Please! Shit, please, please lemme see.”

“Are you sure?” His voice is more serious this time. He knows that this is a line that is about to be crossed. It’s almost sweet, in a way, that he’s concerned about getting Tom’s consent and all, but really Tom was already winding up to fucking pole vault across that line so he just nods furiously and shoves his fingers back in his mouth to whine around them again.

Robert exhales through his nose and pushes his chair back from the desk. His fly is open but his trousers and underwear are still mostly pulled up so all Tom can see is his cock. And fuck, it’s a gorgeous cock. Thick and dark in his hand, wet at the head where he’s been leaking during their little conversation, one prominent vein that is just begging to be traced with his tongue.

“There,” Robert practically coos, “is that better, sweet thing? Can you imagine this in your mouth instead of those pretty little fingers?”

“Mmhmm,” Tom answers around the digits in his mouth. God, he can practically taste it. He’s rock hard in his jeans and part of him wants to touch himself too but Robert didn’t say he could, so he settles for rubbing against the mattress as he sucks on his fingers. There’s more saliva in his mouth and it’s starting to make everything sound incredibly wet and filthy, slurping and popping and squelching, but Robert seems to love it.

“I bet you’d look so damn good on your knees in front of me… those big eyes… fuck.”

Tom shifts around on the bed so he’s facing the camera, so he can look directly into the lens. Robert’s eyes flash when he realizes what he’s doing.

“God, you’re such a good boy, aren’t you? So obedient. So eager to please.”

He nods and continues to suck on his fingers, adding in a third to stretch his lips even wider.

“You’re gonna make me come, baby,” Robert mutters. His hand is flying over his cock but his eyes are laser-focused on Tom’s mouth. “Gonna make me shoot all over that pretty face.”

Tom is fairly certain he’s never been this turned on in his entire life. He lets his fingers slip out of his mouth.

“Please, I want it,” he gasps, and opens his mouth wide, tongue out like he’s waiting to taste everything Robert is willing to give him. He looks up at him through the lens, fluttering his eyelashes and petting his tongue with his slick fingers, and Robert comes with a harsh shout. Robert comes because of him. It makes him tremble and rut against the bed and within a few seconds he’s making a mess of his own boxers like he’s a teenager again.

There’s an echo of harsh breathing for a few moments as they both ride out the aftershocks, and then Tom hears shuffling from Robert’s end. He looks back up to see him tucked under the desk again which makes him pout. He misses that dick already.

“It’s gonna be a while before we see each other again,” Robert says. He’s trying to look casual, but Tom can tell when he’s acting. God knows he’s seen it enough. “We should stop texting. You’ll forget about this by then, and I won’t feel like as much of a creep. Hopefully.”

“Or…” Tom starts.

“Or?”

“Or, we keep texting, and I keep practicing, and when I see you I won’t have forgotten ANY of this and I’ll be able to suck your brains out through your gorgeous dick.”

Robert’s eyes widen, and then he throws his head back with a ridiculous sounding guffaw of a laugh. Tom laughs too and blows a kiss to the camera when Robert’s face is back in frame. He shakes his head but mimes catching it and pressing it to his lips.

“I could be ok with that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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Rapper Erik has a sex tape and nudes that leaked and Reader is a huge fan that slides in his DM’s to shoot her shot.

Warnings: SMUT, TONS of Nasty talk, Choking, Spanking, Daddy Kink. Mash-up with another Marvel Character.

So I hope you guys enjoy this one! I made up these rap names and I figured they fit Erik perfectly so let me know if you agree or disagree lmao. Like, & Reblog.

“D-D-DADDDDYYYYYYYYY”

“Shut the fuck up, Bitch.”

The phone rattled and smacked against whatever surface it was perched on.

“OH MY GOD-”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut the FUCK-UP?” His large hand reached around to cover the chicks mouth. Her eyes were squeezed shut as tears dragged down her cheeks, running her makeup. Her body bounce from crying while his mouth was pressed to her ear, his words coming out harsh and menacing.

“You’re too fucking loud. You beg for this dick, you listen to me when I tell you to close your goddamn mouth, HEAR ME?” He cracked her ass like a whip with his large hand, “Getting on my fucking nerves,” He thrust forward while mushing her head down further into the bed of his tour bus. From what it looked like, it was a bunk bed. You could only see His toned arms, lower abs, and legs while he fucked her. The girl getting all that demon dick was arched over with her dress up and around her waist.

E-rratic Leader

Trill Erik

Grizzly

KING KILLMONGER

KILL-OCHO

Her favorite Bay Area rapper. The man she watched all over social media and whenever he was on tour in her city, Detroit. The rapper who came out with her favorite album of his, SAUCIN ERIK TRILOGY. She has that album on repeat everyday. The rapper responsible for the hashtag on Twitter and Instagram #ThirstErikkk. Every bitch wanted and needed that man in their lives. It was because of this very video that leaked all over the internet. You wouldn’t miss it even if it was reported or taken down. All the chicks had a copy. It wasn’t just this video, he had nudes of him showing off his dick too.

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP! Her cheeks were bouncing off E-rratic’s pelvis.

Y/N scrambled while in the bathroom of her place of employment to turn down the volume. A co-worker walked in without warning and Y/N didn’t have time to prepare herself. She paused with her hand up her skirt, three fingers still knuckle deep in that pussy and all her cream drizzling down the crack of her ass.

“Y/N? Girl?”

“Yeah?” Y/N wanted to remove her fingers from her pussy but if she did, Her coworker may hear it loud and clear.

“Are you okay? You’ve been in here for like thirty minutes. We were going to grab some food for lunch are you coming?”

Go with her coworkers to eat from a food truck or stay behind to play with this pussy to E-rratic? The decision was unanimous.

“Nah, babe, I’m gonna go out a little later I have work to catch up on.”

“You sure? That House of Wraps food truck you like so much will be out today and you know they don’t stay long.”

“I’ll just catch them on Friday,” Y/N rolled her eyes into her head. If this bitch didn’t leave her horny high will be at an all time low.

“Okay...you’re loss. Next time, alright!”

So what, Becky, now take your ass on I’m tryna bust a nut, bitch, Y/N thought.

“Okay!” Y/N replied with a faux nice voice.

Waiting, Y/N finally heard the bathroom door clicked shut. Her fingers began moving while her other hand started the screen recorded video again. She turned up the volume enough for her to hear because all that ass clapping sounded like someone was getting slapped repeatedly across their face.

“Knocking on my bus door looking for me. That stage wasn’t enough, girl?”

“N-NO DADDY.” Erik, E-rratic, damn near bulldozed her pussy with his powerful hips. He was fucking that groupie bitch. All in her guts. Y/N had to hiss as she shakes her head. Her eyes fluttered closed and her head fell back against the wall behind the toilet. Her legs came up to spread like an eagles wings. The heels of her pumps dragged against the walls of the bathroom stall chipping the paint.

“Mad cuz I had that bitch in those little white shorts grinding on this dick? Ain’t my fault yall hoe’s love me.”

“Fuckkkk, ahhhhhh,” Her hands reached back to drag down E-rratic’s abs. He smacked her hands away before grabbing her hair. The groupie’s hands reached out in front of her to grab onto anything but Erik, E-rratic, tilted his hips and drilled her pussy while pulling her weave. Y/N knew for a fact that this groupie chicks guts were scrambled and her walls were aching. All that thick and long killer dick going in and out of her.

“Come here,” E-rratic pulls the girl up with his hand still in her hair, flipping her around and picking her up. All Y/N could hear was the girl whimpering and whining. E-rratic slammed that bitch on his dick and fucked her while standing. Y/N could see the muscles in his legs flex along with his abs. The chick was so little wrapped around him. His hands squeezed and popped her ass each time she cried.

“Just fuck me like that, nigga, SHIT,” Y/N mouthed while finger-fucking herself, “That’s some good long dick.”

“Stay here. Stay on this DICK.”

“Yes,” The groupie cries.

“Daddy dick got you cumming again?” Y/N could see his hand come up, most likely to wrap around this girls neck. Y/N wished she could see his face. She wanted to cum on his face to be honest. Ride his beard and make him drown. E-rratic took his hand to pop that hoe ass, then, his large hand jiggled that little booty. He was man handling that girl.

“Fuck this dick. Fuck it right now. DO IT,” He whacked that ass again, “I said DO IT, hear me?”

“Umph,mmhh,” The groupie chick brought one arm up to wrap around his broad shoulders, her other hand reaching back to grab the railing of the bunk bed. With all the strength in her little hips, that bitch went super freak, bouncing on that dick in the air. E-rratic was LOVING THAT TOO MUCH.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, bitch? That’s how you take dick? That’s how you like riding pipe?” WHACK, “You are getting the best facial from your favorite rapper, ma, all this nut. I want your pretty ass to show all your friends what Grizzly can do, aight?” He grabs her hips to fuck her while she fucked him. Y/N stared hypnotized at his heavy sack bouncing and smacking that chick’s ass.

Y/N’s ass clenched on that toilet as her own nut came before she could even finish the damn video. She squirts all over the bathroom floor. The fluids hitting the door too. She had on five inch pumps so she would have to be very careful not to slip and fall. Y/N almost squirted again when she watched E-rratic lift that girl off his dick. All that thick, long dick reappearing from that girl. Shit was amazing.

“On your fucking knees before I make you,” out of nowhere, he reached out to lightly slap the girl’s face, “Suck this Daddy dick, baddie.”

The groupie wasted no time engulfing that dick. She sucked like her life depended on it. That was her favorite rapper. Spilling the nut would be disrespectful. He talked about how pissed he gets when bitches spill the nut in a few of his songs. If Y/N ever has a chance with him, she would drink that nigga dry.

“That’s a good girl,” He pulled her hair to make her look up at him. His dick pushed in further, almost making her fall back on her ass.

“Nope. Don’t you fucking move with my dick in your mouth, bitch. YES, yeahhhhhh, little fucking slut. Nasty fucking bitch.”

He was so blunt and vulgar. The degrading made Y/N whimper like she was sucking the dick. She woke up that morning wanting to suck his dick before she could even stretch her limbs. No nigga ever made her want to do that. Dick for breakfast fucking around with him.

“Am I making Daddy’s dick cum?” The groupie chick asked Erik while sucking the tip of his dick, “Can Daddy cum all over my slutty face? Can I have Daddy’s cum, please?”

“Nasty, bitch, of course you can,” E-rratic made the chick gurgle on his dick, “You can have all this good nut, gon’ bust right now if you keep sucking the tip of my dick like that,” He grunted so loud Y/N was sure his tour crew could hear everything, “Milk this dick, hmph, suck all that nut out my fucking dick, yes, oh, MY GOD, ohhhhhhh you are good, bitch, you are good. Ah, fuck, Ah, FUCK-”

When was the last time he bust a nut? That cum was tremendous. It spurted and propelled out like a wave crashing a rock. The groupie had to close her eyes so she wouldn’t go blind from his nut. Her mouth unhinged and her tongue rolled out so long that it touched the bottom of her chin. That dick was so harddddddddd.

“I wish I could slurp that up,” Y/N rubbed slow circles over her clit, “Yesssss damn daddy wish I was there sucking on that dick and balls and nut all in my mouth inbox me yo where you at,” Y/N laughed to herself. If only E-rratic answered his damn DM’s. When she saw how much and how hard he came, she made a promise to make sure the next time every drop was deep inside her instead of some other bitch. That was it. All these irrelevant bitches got a chance to have KING KILLMONGER. It wasn’t fair.

“So much fun to play in and taste, Daddy,” This girl was a freak. As much as she wanted to, Y/N couldn’t be mad, she applauded that bitch. Y/N would be doing the same thing if given the opportunity.

“Damn, ma,” The groupie chick grabs his dick to jerk it, “You so damn DICK HUNGRY.”

The groupie chick let out a short laughter before getting up from the floor to lay on the bed. She looked over at the phone then reached out her hand to end the video while Erik walks away naked with his elephant trunk of a dick swinging. Y/N lifted from the toilet, pulling her skirt down and grabbing her purse from the back of the bathroom door. She adjusts her feet in her shoes before walking out. She washed her hands and freshened up. Luckily no one came in. Y/N folded up her panties to place inside of her purse. She turned to the mirror, watching her reflection and fluffing out her perm rod set. After applying a bit more lip gloss and mascara, Y/N left the bathroom just when environmental services was coming in. She felt bad then for leaving her mess on the floor but if she finger-fucked her pussy at her cubicle instead she would have soaked the chair and the carpet. She made her way back to her cubicle, thankful that everyone was still gone for lunch. Now, her stomach grumbled. Nothing to eat but a pack of almonds and a Nature Valley bar. She felt too weak to go and grab some food so she moved the wireless mouse around the pad to wake her computer up. Online shopping. She quickly minimized to check her work email. Working for a law firm as a paralegal was very demanding. Before she could get back into the grind, her phone lit up and buzzed a few times. Glancing over while typing, she spotted an Instagram post that a friend of hers tagged her in. Y/N read the title of the post:

E-rratic Leader AKA Kill-OCHO responds to sex tape leak and nudes + talks of new album release.

Y/N practically scrambled to open that post up. Luckily, it was a IGTV video on The Shade Room that was at least 17 minutes long. He looked so...fucking...good. Smile on his face, dreads braided back, gold chains around his neck, ice grill on his bottom row teeth, black turtle neck fitting tightly with a Supreme x Louis Vuitton denim jacket on. She couldn’t see his jeans and shoes but she wished she did. Those tattoo covered hands rubbed together almost calculating while his piercing black eyes looked around the table of radio personalities who would be interviewing him. E-rratic, Grizzly, Kill-OCHO, was so damn calm. He didn’t need to hide behind a pair of shades or slouch in his seat with his goons behind him to check anybody if they talked out of pocket. No, he was alone and taking sips of his bottled water. The tattoo on his neck of flames and what looked like the Punisher skull must be a new tattoo addition to the rest of his beautiful body art.

“Good afternoon GOOD AFTERNOON, or in the words of the Leader-”

“Yeee Yeee!” E-rratic said into the microphone. Everyone laughed. He was famous for saying Yee all over the internet.

“It’s your girl Amanda,” The first radio personality spoke and she’s also the lead for this New York radio station and podcast.

“It’s Nee-Nee!” She was a 5’2 plus size chick with a purple fro and a spunky attitude.

“It’s yah boy Raphe,” Jamacian native with free form dreads.

“And this is DJ Benz,” He played a little bit of GANG GANG from the JACKBOYS and Travis Scott album. E-rratic bopped in his seat a little bit causing the others to rock with him. Nee-Nee hit a hard Milly Rock that had everyone cheering her on.

“Aye, go, Nee-Nee, fuck it up ma,” E-rratic spoke all smooth into the mic with a raspy voice. Nee-Nee stopped dancing while laughing with mirth.

“Okay OKAY,” Amanda clapped her hands together, E-rratic looking over at her while fixing the beats headphones around his ears, “We have a special guest with us on the radio today, he is responsible for all the ladies favorite hashtag, #ThirstErikkk, number one album last year; SAUCIN ERIK TRILOGY, He’s got a new album coming out towards the end of this year titled Punisher, a Bay Area native, Why don’t you introduce yourself and all your AKA’s, handsome?”

A bunch of OOOO’s and AHHHH’s filled the room after Amanda said that. E-rratic shook his head while stroking his beard.

“Teh,” He let out a short laugh, “Wassup, it’s Erik AKA The E-rratic Leader, AKA Grizzly, AKA Kill-OCHO-”

“OCHO!” DJ Benz yelled out. Laughter erupted again.

“AKA KING KILLMONGER, AKA Trill Erik, AKA,” He pulled down his turtleneck to reveal his new tattoo, “Punisher.”

“That’s a lot of AKA’s,” Nee-Nee spoke with a laugh, “But you forgot one though.”

E-rratic raised a single brow, “What?”

“AKA Thirst Trap Erik-”

“Nah, on mamas that ain’t me,” He put on a charming smile with all that ice in his mouth, “Thirst Erik getting old.”

“How though?” Nee-Nee jokes.

“Outta pocket,” E-rratic laughs.

“Now, Kill, you know why we are here this morning talking to you. A very...scandalous and highly sexual video surfaced on the internet just two days ago while you were doing a concert here in NYC -”

“You mean porn?” Raphe says with a sly smirk. E-rratic cracked a smile while stroking his beard.

“A fan of yours, we won’t mention her name, secretly recorded the both of you having sex on your tour bus. Um...let’s just say this is the first leaked sex tape that I’ve seen that is so damn...nasty. Like...everything was out in the open. EVERYTHING. The nasty talk, the full on nudity, all of that. Could you touch bases with us and tell us-the radio, how you feel after this big scandal?”

“Honestly,” He shrugs, making his chains move around his neck, “I’m good. I woke up, pissed, brushed my teeth, took a meditating shower, had some decent fucking breakfast from room service for once, hit the gym, went to the studio to record for my album and now I’m here,” Erik looked around at everyone, “Do I look bothered though?”

“No, which surprises me,” Nee-Nee spoke with caution, “Your face wasn’t in the frame so you could have denied everything this girl put out but yet...you don’t care?”

“I don’t give a fuck,” E-rratic spoke into the mic with his lips practically hitting it, “I had sex with a fan, it was fun, I bust a couple of nuts. I slept fine,” He licked his lips with a smile.

“You don’t think that her recording the both of you having sex was offensive?” Raphe asked.

“Nah, shawty was a groupie chick. It’s expected with her type. I don’t care. The pussy was good, she freaky like I like em’, I had a good couple of nuts, and sent her on her way with my cum on her face.”

He talked so casually about this. Y/N watched with a wide mouth.

“Wow,” Amanda fans herself, “Um, you’re really something, Kill.”

“He’s erratic like his name,” DJ Benz jokes while playing a snippet of one of E-rratic’s songs called Demon Mode. The beat was so killer and ferocious. Definitely a fight song. All of his music are fight songs. He can tear the club up.

Definitely,” He bit his bottom lip.

“Are you still in contact with the girl from the video-” E-rratic cuts Amanda off.

“No.” E-rratic let that be known quick, “I’m single.”

“How does your PR team feel about this?” Nee-Nee asked.

“Ain’t much they can do but ride the wave. Social Media is the beast of the cyber world. Shit will never go away. I’ll always be known as Erik with the big dick-”

“Amen to that,” Amanda says while dragging her eyes up and down E-rratic’s body, “I thought Yahya had it all but when I saw you-”

“Okayyyyyy,” Raphe said to change the subject, “Let’s talk about the album. It’s rumored to be titled Punisher and you have a Punisher tattoo with flames on your neck. Also, you’ve been posting on Twitter and Instagram images of you with a Punisher skull mask on and Black Ops gear with a whole lot of guns. What’s this about?”

“Hmm,” E-rratic squints his eyes, “I don’t know if ya’ll are ready for the reason why I titled it Punisher-”

“You can tell us,” Amanda pushed.

“I really can’t it ain’t for the faint hearted,” E-rratic laughs, “It’s not meant to be discussed honestly.

“So...what you’re saying is...you’re really a bad boy?”

He did nothing but smile. Y/N’s thighs shook.

“I think I have a crush on you,” Amanda grabs his shoulder. His eyes looked from her hand to her face, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” Amanda blushes.

Y/N rolled her eyes. This chick wasn’t worried about E-rratic before the video and nudes leaked. Y/N could recall a time when she talked shit about E-rratic saying that he has too much of an ego. This is what happens when bitches see a fine ass man with a big dick. Plus, he could fuck some pussy up. No need to talk about it when you can see it on his sex tape.

“I bet your DM’s are popping off, man,” DJ Benz said with an envious tone.

“It’s always been jumping off just new heads popping up,” E-rratic clarified.

“Okay, we have a few callers, wassup?” Amanda greeted the caller.

“HI!!” She sounded so chipper.

“Say hi to E-rratic.”

“Hi, E-rratic,” She spoke in a honeyed tone.

“What’s good, ma?”

“My name is Chelsea,” She said seductively.

“Nice to meet you. Where are you from?” He asked.

“The Bronx.”

“Cool, what’s your question?”

“How do you keep all that dick in your jeans? I know it must be mad uncomfortable.”

The entire room erupted with laughter.

“What?! I genuinely want to know,” Chelsea giggles.

“Just gotta’ deal wit’ it. It is what it is. Just like chicks got big titty problems niggas got big dick problems.”

“Next person, wassup?”

“Hello, didn’t expect for my call to be answered!”

What’s your name, girl?” E-rratic asked into the mic.

“Sasha, Queens girl.”

“Okay, Queens, ask me.”

“What kind of girls do you date? I haven’t actually seen you date anyone?”

“I like em’ educated and street smart, all shapes and sizes, supportive, black and beautiful, a little bougie cuz why not? Independent, and of course hella freaky. You fit into any of those categories, ma?”

“Yes,” She spoke timidly with a nervous laugh

“Then I know you’re a bad one,” He spoke more gentle into the mic, “Don’t be shy talking to me.”

“Okay, Kill,” Sasha sounded like she was ready to pull up to that radio station and get some dick herself, “You really love all women the same. That is so sexy to me.”

“Yes the fuck I do.” E-rratic spoke roughly into the mic. Nee-Nee was sitting back fanning herself and blushing like E-rratic was talking to her and not the caller.

“Nee-Nee, you might want to shoot your shot,” Raphe jokes.

Amanda ended the call before asking another question, “We know the Punisher album hasn’t been announced for a release date yet but could you give us a tease?”

“I dropped a tease on my YouTube called Backseat Interlude.”

“Ohhhhh, yesssss,” Amanda squirmed in her seat, “You use the backseat a lot?”

“Maybe I do,” E-rratic licks his lips, “You heard it you’ll know if I do or not.”

“It’s already ten million views,” Raphe applauded him, “Not a surprise though you come out with hit after hit.”

“Thanks, Bro, I appreciate the love for my craft, and as far as my city goes I wouldn’t be where I am without ya’ll,” E-rratic reps the Bay where he is from.

“Thank you, E-rratic- I mean,” Amanda pulls down his turtleneck again, “Punisher. We are looking forward to hearing the new album and thanks for clearing the air about your sex tape.”

“No problem, it’s always a pleasure when I come here.”

The video ended.

Y/N was in a trance. She wanted this man even more now. Why did he have to be in New York right now? The Detroit show wasn’t for another month but damn she needed him. Tonight called for Y/N sliding into his DM’s again until he finally answers. She was patient. Her time was coming. Y/N has faith.

______________

“I hope ya’ll motherfuckers listening to that Backseat Interlude!” E-rratic was seated in the studio with a Hennessy bottle in one hand and weed in the other, “I got a little contest for all you Bad Bitches. Post the baddest gangsta girl picture with one of the ski masks from my clothing line. I’ll choose the one I like the most and if I’m coming to your city, you get to meet me backstage.”

Twitter was blowing up. Now, it was #GangstaBaddieChallenge on Twitter. Two hashtags related to this fine ass man. On Instagram, his following went from 8.8 Million to 13.7 Million in just a few days. Luckily, Y/N has one of the ski masks he was referring to. It was hot pink with a gun embroidered on the forehead and a broken heart on the left cheek. She posted it on her Twitter, already gaining replies from friends:

Loddi_93: Bitch! LLAB you are not playing! I hope you win though!

KendrickSmith: Y/N, you still ain’t hit me back

Beautiful&Black: LOOK AT MY COUSIN! Yessssss! Get his attention!

MeganBrown: Girl, why didn’t you tell me you were doing the challenge?!

Y/N was laid up in bed with a full face of makeup and her titties sitting pretty in a coral pink top. She knew she was a beautiful girl but the other women who participated in the challenge took it up two notches. Ass pics, weed pics, some pics holding guns, Y/N didn’t have a fucking chance. She was a loyal fan since he was underground back in 2008 on MySpace. As soon as he went mainstream in 2010, people hopped on the bandwagon. To Y/N, that’s her man. He didn’t know it yet, but he is all hers.

“Damn, Daddy,” Y/N praised E-rratic while liking all his recent pictures on Instagram. She shook her head at how fine he is. Tattoos, scarring all over his chest, back, and abdomen. Wild tapered dreads, Grillz in his mouth, the hardest drip she had ever seen. He didn’t look bummy like some other rappers. This man has smooth skin like a baby, sparkling white teeth, clean fingernails, pretty feet, and he can cook. He probably smelled like Shea Butter, Mango Butter, Coconut Oil, Sweet almond Oil, that GUCCI GUILTY cologne...mmm. Y/N was Horny and in desperate need for some dick, Y/N went to her photos on her phone to stare at his dick. She felt the wind knocked out of her lungs again and it was her tenth time looking at the photo. Sunset in the background pouring in from his hotel window. Long, thick, veiny dick covered in massage oil with those thick fingers covered in rings wrapped around the base. Hairless, smooth, succulent, nice fat tip. Y/N wanted to sit all her weight on his dick reverse cowgirl. Ride that D on her feet while looking back at his sexy ass. He was dead wrong for being that fine. Totally disrespectful.

“Oh my God,” Y/N groaned. She could send him something else to his DM’s. She went to her DM to pull up all the unread messages she sent him since 2016. So many. She sent the #GangstaBaddieChallenge pic first, then, she undressed accept for her panties. Y/N started filming a video. She already had Backseat Interlude playing in the background on a loop. Her pussy was shiny and slippery like a honeycomb in those panties. Phat pussy lips, nice big clit to nibble on, wide labia like wings on a butterfly fresh out of its cocoon. As soon as she put her fingers in her pussy, it sounded like she was whipping up cream filling for a dessert. She played all in her pussy with her hand inside her panties to conceal her juicy box from his eyes. While playing with her hidden pussy she told him how wet she is:

"Baby, I wish you could see how wet this pussy is for you right now."

"Do you like watching me play with my pussy?"

"Fuck baby, my pussy is dripping all over my fingers. I wish it was your dick."

"Tell me how bad you wanna see my wet pussy."

Y/N wanted to make him beg to see it. She’s the one in power right now. Tease him. She pulled her hand out of her panties to show him her fingers that are covered with her wetness. Then, she Licks them clean. Now, she really wanted to make a mess. Y/N knew that if she stroked her pussy with her fingers, she would squirt. She wanted to squirt right through her panties.

“Daddy, I’m such a huge fan,” She licked her lips, “I’m playing Daddy’s favorite game. You like it when I tease you, don’t you?”

Y/N moved her fingers in and out at a slow pace. Her eyes closed and her mouth stayed wide open.

“Can I cum for daddy, hm?” She asked in the sweetest little voice, “You can cum for me deep down my throat. Mm, I know it’s so hard right now, Daddy. I know it’s leaking. Oh, my goodness, when I pull those pants down and see that thick dick throbbing...umph, let me take care of you.”

Before Y/N could even stop the amount of mess that she made. Her juices set off like a rocket, covering the crotch of her pink panties and the bed. Soaking wet and creamy. Y/N couldn’t end it if she tried. Her pussy leaked and leaked. Her gratifying moans sounded so pure for such a naughty girl. Not once did she show him her pussy.

“Come lick me now,” She whispered before ending the video. Y/N allowed her body to relax from spasming. Now, Y/N had a mess to clean. She took off her panties and threw them inside her hamper right along with her sheets. She grabbed a new bed set and replaced it on her queen sized bed before heading to the shower. Y/N scrubbed her body down with a sugar scrub after showering before rinsing that off too. Fresh face, wearing nothing but a little t-shirt, Y/N got back into bed. She snuggled into her pillows before yawning. With no plans to sleep, Y/N took to social media again to check in with the challenge. Y/N couldn’t stand a chance. It made her picture almost seem laughable. And then there is the video of her cumming that she sent him. What if he didn’t even look at the DM? Wasn’t surprising seeing as Mr. E-rratic Leader himself specifically mentioned in a Vibe interview that he never answers his DM’s it’s either call his work cell, personal cell, or email him. He felt like DM’s were to messy and communication off of social media if it were to be personal is better but Y/N still tried. She’d been trying since 2016. She opened her Instagram one last time before she went to bed to check things out. The hype over his delicious sex tape still buzzed. All the chicks on her timeline posted videos listening to his music, made him their MCM, wore his merch. After scrolling up and down for almost an hour and liking food posts, her phone vibrated with an Instagram notification in her DM’s Y/N clicked on it to find something she hadn’t expected. Her heart sank to her stomach. Her mouth became dry. Her eyes were wide and unblinking.

E-rratic Leader

-You took this Gangsta Baddie challenge to a whole other level huh?

Y/N had this day planned out many times before. She knew what she would say to him if he finally decided to answer his DM’s from her but she honestly hadn’t expected him to reply...EVER. E-rratic was in her damn DM’s. The superstar rapper. Y/N knows that E-rratic gets a ton of nudes and sexual videos sent to his DM’s so what made him reply to hers specifically? Y/N is probably the only fan he ever responded to. What made her so special tonight when there are thousands and thousands of other bad bitches he could have responded to? She didn’t even show her phat gushy pussy to him. Y/N basically teased his ass and squirted through her panties.

-I know you read my DM. You gonna answer my question?

Y/N typed out something then nervously put her phone face down.

Yes, I wanted to impress you! I’m a huge fan!

-You’ve been sending a nigga DM’s since 2016 LOL. I believe you, ma.

Y/N read that and almost fainted. She couldn’t believe it. Then reality set in. He actually watched the video she sent. Probably scrolled up some more to see all of the sexy half naked images she sent him days, months, and years before. All of that hard work and dedication finally paid off. She squealed loudly into her pillow. Taking a calming breath, Y/N sat up in her bed to type back a response. All she wanted him to do was keep replying to her messages. If he stopped, she would probably cry.

You don’t know this yet but, we’re in a relationship, LOL. You have been my man since 2008 on MySpace. This is so wild that you’re talking to me right now.

He replied in two minutes. Y/N damn near screamed.

-I got a secret girlfriend out there that I don’t know about ?! LLAB damn, ma, I’ve been neglecting you, huh? Daddy fucking up, sweetheart?

“YES! YES THE FUCK YOU ARE!” Y/N said aloud in her room.

Mhm you’ve been fucking around with these hoes while missing a chance with me. I still listen to your Lost Tribe mixtape from 2009 okay! SAUCIN ERIK TRILLOGY is my shit too!!!! LOL. I basically love everything you do.

-DAMN. Lost Tribe?! You still bumping that? I appreciate the love, sweetheart. You’ve been rocking wit me since day one. You could have been my girl if I wasn’t out here doing me, LOL.

At least he’s brutally honest. The only thing Y/N caught from that is when he said she could have been his girl. So, there is a possibility that she could have been his Trap Princess? his Baby Girl? He shouldn’t have said that shit to her. Now, he needs to make that a reality.

Just make me your girl it’s already fate, Erik, LOL

-You prefer Erik or E-rratic? Which one?

I like Erik because I feel like I know you on a personal level when I say it.

-I only asked because you were moaning my name in that video instead of my rap name. Where are you from?

Detroit! I’m surprised you’re even talking to me right now you never answer your DM’s

Y/N wanted him to tell her why now is he answering his DM’s.

-I’m in Chicago right now. I was in bed on Instagram and I kept getting DM notifications, like five back to back from the same chick, you, LOL. So, I recognize the name since you’ve DM’d me before so I was just like fuck it, let me at least read this shit and as soon as I open it I see this video of you fingering your pussy while Backseat Interlude plays in the background on repeat. I’m not gonna lie...that shit got my dick standing up.

Y/N hadn’t expected a long thorough reply but damn, God bless him. He recognized her name from previous DM’s, and his dick was extra hard right now after watching her video. The muscles in Y/N’s abdomen crunched and her thighs squeezed shut.

-What’s your name?

Y/N

-Pretty name. Did you play in your pussy like that when my nudes and sex tape leaked?

Yes

-How many times?

Y/N shivered at the memory.

At least 8

-Damn, 8? You lying to me?

No, I promise I’m not

-That’s a lot of cum ma, LOL

I know, LOL. I couldn’t help myself. I was jealous.

-You shouldn’t be. I’m talking to you in my DM’s. First fan I ever talked to in my DM’s. And you actually know my music. That groupie chick just wanted some dick.

Do you regret fucking her?

-Nah.

Why?

-Because she was a freaky bitch with some good wet pussy. I never regret shit like that.

Y/N covered her face with her pillow. She knew he would say that. E-rratic likes his girls extra freaky. He also likes turning shy girls into freaks too.

-Are you mad, ma?

No, I’m not

-Cool, cuz I like talking to you. What did you like about my sex tape?

Everything

-Nope. I want you to tell me what you liked.

How rough you were when you fucked her.

-You remember the way I shut that bitch up?

Yes.

-How did I do it then?

You put your hand over her mouth and told her to shut the fuck up.

-So...that’s how you want it too?

Yes Daddy

-I pull hair and wrap my hand around bitches necks. You want Daddy to do you like that?

Yes, I do.

-If you want all of that you gotta DM me that pussy. I know she pretty.

Y/N was losing her damn mind. E-rratic wanted to see her pretty pussy. Her celebrity crush. This situation was like something she’d dreamt up. Y/N had plenty of nights where she used her spit covered fingers to rub her clit and fuck herself silly when she thought about E-rratic or even listened to his music. That pretty pussy of hers glimmered with her candied juices. Y/N sat up on her elbows, legs wide and resilient, bringing her phone to her pussy to capture a video. While she was doing this her phone buzzed a few times, probably messages from an impatient E-rratic who could be sleeping but instead he was up entertaining Y/N. His biggest fan. She made sure her flash was on since it was dim lighting in her room. Y/N spread her pussy lips with her purple nails, making sure to capture her big clit that she was proud to have along with her fleshy and drenched labia. She rubbed her clit a little bit to spread her syrup around before bringing her fingers to her mouth to suck on. Her asshole was even in the video too. Her juices seeped down to her asshole, making it glisten. Y/N sends the video off and prepared herself for his reaction. She nibbled on her fingers, eyes staring down at her phone with fear. She hoped that he would love it.

E-rratic Leader

-Don’t act shy now

-Where is that pussy?

-DAMN!! I NEED TO BE LICKIN’ AND SUCKIN’ ON THAT PUSSY RIGHT NOW MMM!

Y/N squealed. Her hands came up to cover her face while her pussy literally jumped between her legs. E-rratic wanted her pussy in his mouth and he wrote it in all caps. He was thrilled to see what Y/N was working with.

OMG. I can’t believe you just said that to me! you really like it? Oh my gosh this is not happening right now

-They say a way to a woman's heart is through her clit is that what I gotta do, ma? Suck your soul through your clit? Make that pussy pulse like a heartbeat? What do I gotta do, ma? Damn that shit is beautiful. I bet that motherfucker take a lot of cum. Shit, girl

He was begging her. Y/N imagined him licking his phone and stroking his dick. Probably also cursing and grunting because she was in Detroit while he’s in Chicago.

Please omg I need this badly! Please Daddy! I’m your biggest fan!

-Dayum sexy. That clit looking juicy and sweet. I want your little ass.

Oh my God! Erik thank you! I’m so happy that you like my pussy, baby

-Shit. You know what I like.

-You’re welcome cutie pie

-I love women with phat clits. I wanna suck it, lick it, and drive you crazy. I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied you bust in my mouth good enough.

ohhhhhh but I need this right now.

-Wish I was eating that motherfucker right now. Kiss that shit as soon as I see you.

Just lick me now! Come to Detroit. If you plan on sucking my clit like that we need to get a little more acquainted, LOL

-Baby girl, I will have you screaming every night.

-Work that clit with Daddy’s tongue then suck and pull it in my mouth. Put my tongue deep in your pussy too.

“FUCK,” Y/N kissed her teeth. Her hands were back between her legs again. She didn’t hold back with putting three fingers in her pussy to stroke. If only E-rratic was there to watch her finger-fuck her pussy.

-You have a cute ass moan too. I just wanna make you cry and squirt. Want me to kiss that pretty girl goodnight?

-You better fucking answer me. I thought you were my biggest fan, baby girl?

Daddy, please. I can’t stop touching myself because of you.

-Damn, ma, I really wanna dick you down right now. Why you gotta be in Detroit?

I’m so sorry Daddy. My pussy is wet and hungry for your dick

Y/N’s sexual appetite for this man was insatiable.

-I’ll be in Detroit in about a month. I really don’t know if I can wait that long. You really have my dick hard as fuck over here. I should have just ignored your fine ass but here I am with my dick in my hand stroking it to your pussy.

Daddy, I need that big dick. Erik, your dick is so big. I can’t stop staring at your nudes. It's so long and phat Daddy.

-Thank you, ma. I hope you’re this freaky in person when I come to your city.

I’m Daddy’s nasty girl, don’t worry

-How should I fuck you when I see you? Hm? Or should I make your fine ass fuck me instead?

So many options. Y/N would be honored to fuck E-rratic and be the girl responsible for making that dick cum. She would work up a sweat for him. She isn’t scared, Y/N will take that big dick in her pussy for however long it needed to be. She will make E-rratic remember her damn name even if they never end up being together.

-I love it when a woman can get up on top of my dick and just long-stroke herself no matter how big my shit is. I like it when I can just stand behind her with a hard dick and she just fuck herself with it while she arched on the bed. Standing still and providing a pole for her to work with. That creamy ass pussy. I need it in my life.

- Your pussy cream a lot too so I know it’s gonna be a mess for you to clean up with that mouth. Look at all that squirting you did in that video. I’m gonna make you sit on my face when you’re done creaming all on my dick like that hmmmm. As long as I’m in Detroit I’m taking that puss whenever I want it.

I’ll give you whatever you want Daddy. Whatever you want. Just fuck me.

Y/N brought her creamy fingers up to rub her clit with. She was aching for him.

Daddy please fuck me when you come here I want to be your good little bitch. You can fuck all my holes Daddy. I’ll let you have me any way you want.

-All your holes huh? You must really love me to want my dick in your mouth, pussy, and ass. If I put this big dick in your ass you will never forget trust me when I say that, ma. Better not flinch either. Take every inch of this dick baby.

-I gotta feed that pussy this dick nice and slow at first cuz you haven’t had dick like mine. Feel every inch slide inside you. Got my blood hot and I can’t even touch you and fuck you.

“Mmmmhhh,” Y/N moaned out pleasantly while cumming. Her pussy twitched around nothing because it was starving for his huge dick.

Please Daddy? pretty please? You have a big phat dick. Such a big dick for me Daddy. I’ll be a very good girl and take all of it. I won’t disappoint you Daddy I promise. I promise I just need it so bad. I want you to fuck my throat.

-I need to stop talking to you SMMFH.

-Daddy would love to FUCK your throat. You don’t even have to ask baby girl. Daddy gon’ do it anyway. I absolutely love a nasty bitch like you. Wrap those sweet hungry lips around this dick.

-I’m laying in bed with my nut all over my stomach and chest. All of this because of you.

Wish I could come lick it up for you and then turn around with my ass in your face and sit on your dick. I’ll be your number one fan, Daddy. You’ll see.

-Good Girl. Always be a good girl for Daddy. You’re only role is to give up that pussy when Daddy tells you to, okay?

Yes Daddy

-If not you’ll just get pinned down and stuffed like a little fucking slut. Only good girls get rewarded, ma. It’s not like you’re getting a choice bitch.

I’m a good girl, I always take it like a good girl. Every single time big Daddy. Always Daddy.

You didn’t stop messaging me! I’m so happy! You must really like talking to me Erik

-I do like talking to you. You made the rest of my night because I put in mad hours at the studio for this feature I’m supposed to be doing with Drake. I’m hella exhausted.

Well maybe you should get some sleep handsome. You have a big show tomorrow and you don’t want to disappoint your fans.

-Yeah never that. I put on everywhere I go. I can’t wait to put on for your city so I can see you.

You always do every time you come! A month is too long for me.

-I got Ohio next then Philly then Michigan. I’m taking a break to record a little bit after Chicago.

Ugh! Okay LOL I’m worried you’ll forget about your biggest fan.

-I promise, ma, I won’t. I enjoyed this a little too much for me to forget about you. How about I hit you up on video chat after my show?

REALLY?! I would love that! Please don’t forget.

-I won’t LOL. I got you, ma. Stay beautiful and wet for Daddy, okay? I wanna see more of that pussy when I hit you up.

Okay Daddy

-Aight, love. Good night

Good night Erik.

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Purple Thunder finale (Roger Taylor Series)

(present/old) Roger Taylor series

Notes: ATTENTION: it is here! after almost half a year, the finale of purple thunder is here! If you’re still sticking around, thank you, I love you! I hope this one isn’t too cringey for you all, it sure as hell is for me! I hope it lives up to your expectations (at least a little). As always let me know how you like it, shoot me a dm, ask, anything. I love hearing from you.

PS. this contains song lyircs of: The Pretty Reckless - Kill me; Greta van Fleet - Safari Song & Taylor Swift - Call it what you want to.

english is not my first language, sorry for mistakes. Also, I didn’t proof read much - bare with me please.

Words: 4,3+k

Warnings: cursing? none else, it’s fluffy and cringey, whatever ;’)

*flashback to two years ago*

"Not very subtle is it?“

"What are you saying?“ you looked up to see Rufus looking over shoulder to read along the scribbled lines written on your notepad.

"drugs, bars, backseats of cars, blowing boys?“ he read chuckling his way to take a seat on the couch beside you.

"It‘s Rock 'N Roll what do you expect“ you laughed pulling your feet up to rest them on his thighs.

"Now who‘s the child of a fucking rock legend out of the two of us?“

"You know, if I didn‘t know any better, I‘d say it was you“ Rufus pinched your leg before bringing them to the ground. "Enough talking let‘s get mortal or I‘m going to die“ you jumped up and it wasn‘t two hours later that you were in the bathroom of a club fooling around with a random dude. Living the life of a rockstar to its fullest potential, for once not thinking about what the media would have to say the next morning. You didn‘t give a fuck. With one swift motion you pulled out a little plastic bag of coke and sloppily made a line along the countertop. Hands trembling in anticipation and the guys lips were nibbling on your neck.

"You got any money on you?” he brought his hot wet lips from your neck and handed you a crumbled up 5 pound note that he kept in the front pocket of his jeans. You used the money to press one nostril down and snorted hard.

"Fuck you‘re so hot“ the guy said while having his eyes on you by looking in the mirror.

"want some?“ you offered, but he declined. Another sloppy line and a make out session later, you stumbled out. It was a hard life. It sucked. But you would never let anyone know. Chasing a high but falling down even lower and hitting the ground. City. Concert. Drinks. Drugs. Sex. Meltdown. Repeat.

The rare nights you spent alone in your hotel room were the worst. You felt small, like you didn‘t belong, being not able to tell fantasy from reality, seeing how far you could go. Zoning out, even if it was just for half an hour was a relief, not being yourself. Not having to be yourself. You stomped back into the room. Your drummer, Sid to your left having some blonde chick pressed up to a wall and he fist bumped you. A sort of "congratulating“ each other on the many times you both got lucky. Hot bodies all over the place and it felt like if one more person entered the club, it would have exploded. You felt your high slowly fade, trying to match names to the people you encountered all while searching for someone you personally knew. Long blond hair at the bar. Rufus. "Heyyy“ you slurred at him as he turned around. A pint of beer in his hand.

"Y/N! You don‘t look too good honey“

"What a gentleman you are“ your eyes were still blown and glassy. He looked quite concerned.

"I‘ll take you to the hotel love“ he touched your arm in a caring gesture.

"Don‘t take it the wrong way Ruf, like no offence, but I don‘t want to have sex with you“

"Not like that“ he laughed. "You look like you‘ve had enough for tonight. You‘ll thank me tomorrow.“ You felt stupid. Embarrassed. Being escorted out of the place like a child being dragged out of the candy store. Rufus put his arm around you to stabilize you, walking back to the hotel. As you began to sober more up, the embarrassment reached such height that you felt like dying right then and there. No one was supposed to see you like this. See you break, but the steps in the bright lobby of the hotel were the hardest. You could feel the walls you built up around you slowly but surely break. And once those walls are torn down. It‘s all over. "In you go lovely“ Rufus held the blanket up for you to slide in. "Thank you.“ "You‘re very welcome Ms. L/N“ he smiled. Rufus walked over to the little fridge to get a bottle of water. "Here you‘ll thank me tomorrow“ he handed it over to you. "Need anything else?“ he asked while tying his hair up. "I‘m good, I think“ you weakly smiled. Rufus startled you by jumping into the bed next to you. "You‘re not alright and being the good friend I am, I‘m here to listen and help.“ Silence followed and it felt like eternity. "I‘m fucked up“ your small voice filled the room. "You‘re just enjoying yourself“ he assured you. "Am I really? Who am I kidding? I made a complete fool out of myself once again." he could sense that he assumed wrong in the tone of your voice. "How do you mean?" he asked getting under the sheets. "It‘s all fun and games. Then I‘m alone again and everything gets worse.“ "And you feel guilty because you‘re cheating on Josh.?“ "I‘m the worst person, but no. Not entirely.“ Rufus reached out his hand to brush your hair back a bit, signaling that he was listening. "It‘s better now that you‘re here, because if you weren‘t, I would not know what to do with myself. Sometimes I can‘t stand myself. Most times, to be precise. I feel like a wreck. And I keep telling myself to not go back into these dark places. But still I keep going back.“ A silent tear made it‘s way down your cheek. "From now on and always. No matter when you need me, call me, facetime me, no matter the time. I know better said than done, but you‘re my friend. And friends don‘t give up on each other like that. You don‘t ever have to feel like you‘re alone in this. We‘re family.“ he pulled you closer to him, your head almost resting on his chest. With a steady breathing you slowly drifted off to sleep. *end of throwback*

Much time had passed. Time in which you felt the way you typically felt. Alone. Having broken up with Josh quite some time ago. Josh immortalizing you in one of his songs, describing how you left him, when he proposed: " Do you remember what I said, When I got down on my knees, Gotta get your lovin' baby, Lovin's all I need, Don't make me beg now baby, Don't make me bleed, I gave you all a man could give, And you still walked out on me" Roger has gone on tour. His wife in tow to your surprise. Every picture posted of them together made you feel smaller, the way he had his arm around her, made you doubt your situation around him. Tired of picking up a fight, sometimes ignoring his secret calls, you isolated yourself. The album, a declaration of love, that was supposed to be released soon, was now on the verge of being filled with songs that would make you feel the hurt and pain as a listener. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and Roger was coming home. The situation was uncertain. How would you deal with it? Did his flame of undying love find its way to burn with even more passion for his wife again? And what light did he see you in now? The 20-year-old something that’s been destroying his happy 10 years of marriage? Deep inside you hoped he wouldn’t, but to be honest, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he stayed with her. Maybe it was all just a rebellious phase. Trying to feel young again. Getting revenge on something stupid SHE did. The doorbell rang. It could be anyone, you thought to yourself. As you opened, a sheer wave of bliss washed over. His blue eyes shone like never before, you swore you saw stars in them. His hair was ruffled, well who’s wouldn’t be after a 20-hour flight. No exchange of words, just shoulders crushing into one another, fulfilling the tightest hug you’d ever felt. Once again, this is what home felt like and it’s been so long that all the doubts you had about him were crushed in a millisecond. "I missed you so much” Roger breathed into your neck. "I missed you more” you cried, your hand on the back of his head, fumbling with his white locks. “I don’t think that’s possible, my love.” he rasped. God you missed hearing the roughness of his voice, all close up and personal. When he pulled back, his nose gently brushed yours and he kissed you tenderly. "How are you feeling” you asked, helping him get his bags in, the majority of them already being shipped to Cornwall, to a house of his you haven’t got to see yet. "I’m toast” he huffed, letting himself fall into the comfy black sofa in the living room. “Is there maybe something I can help you with? A massage? Something else?” you tried to sound as seductive, slowly but surely getting settled on his lap. If he really didn’t get with his wife on tour he must be exploding by now, set aside all the secret wank sessions. As you grinded down on him, there was nothing. No reaction whatsoever. You tried some more until Roger stopped you.

"Sorry love, so sorry.” his fingers glided gently up and down your arm. "Has something happened? Have you changed your mind about us?” “No no, I’m just really exhausted I can’t quite ....you know.. get it up. I’m sorry, it’s embarrassing” "No Rog it’s not, don’t be sorry.” You assured him by kissing both of his cheeks one after the other, making him smile. "Anything else I can do for you instead?” you asked, ready to fulfill all his wishes. "I just want to be as close to as possible” He wanted affection, affection he had to go without for several months, except for the occasional social media schmoozing with his wife. Still sat in his lap, you cuddled tighter into him, cheek on cheek. His breathing was now more steady and peaceful, you could feel him relaxing, his tense muscles from drumming suddenly didn’t feel as tense any more. You two stayed like that for half an eternity, well a decent amount of hours, but it felt like minutes and before you knew it, the sun was setting. "Why don’t you move in with me?” Roger asked out of the blue, with you still on top of him. You looked into his eyes, questioning if it was a good idea. "Don’t worry, I already filed for divorce. The paperwork should be through pretty soon.” he assured you. God. That was it, now you knew he was for real. And hell would break loose if the media found out. For the media it already was bad that another woman was the reason for Roger Taylor’s divorce. But an age difference of 49 years would be the last straw - a real scandal. "I don’t know Rog. I don’t want to give up this place.” your apartment has been your rock over the years, you inspirational little cave with the perfect view. "You don’t have to give this up.” He brought his hand up to your cheek, lifting your head so you were looking into his eyes once more. "I just want you with me all the time. I don’t want to go a day without you anymore” You melted into his touch. Every move he made, every word he said, every look he gave you, made your heart flutter. You’ve never felt this deep for anyone else before. So you nodded. "Is that a yes?” he asked with a dumb smile on his face. "Yes” His lips were on yours again. They felt like the inside of a rose, passionate, soft, and and a high of pure happiness rushed through both of you As the night grew cold, the two of you got comfy and especially cuddly. Finally together again. Roger cuddled into your chest. He needed this after months and months of going without it. It was only a matter of minutes, mixed with playing with strands of his hair and kisses to his forehead, that he fell asleep. His soft snoring let you know that he was very well enjoying every little thing. "The man who used to move under meat?“ you gave Roger a funny look. "Don‘t look at me like that“ Roger laughed having put on his stupid "joke face” but you loved it. He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. "t’was a guy at our parties, he would just lay on tables, being naked and covered in food that he was basically invisible. Once someone tried to grab something he wiggled, and they were startled. It was so fun watching“ you laughed at his story and cuddled closer to him. Roger’s Queen partying stories were the best, but thinking of all the girls he must have been with made you feel jealous and for some reason insecur as well. "I can imagine. How many girls have you really been with?“ curiosity took over you. "Not as many as I‘d would let everyone know“ he chuckled. "Yeah yeah... bet it must be thousands“ you tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. "Well, then I have to disappoint you, my love“ you felt his hot breath on your cheek before he pressed a soft kiss to it. "And it certainly also wouldn’t have nearly been as many if you were there.“ "Roger we both know that‘s not true.“ "See, that‘s a lie“ he dipped down to kiss your lips. "Once we get to Cornwall I have something special to give you“ "What is it Rog?“ you whined still curled up in the warm bed drinking in the warmth that Roger left behind. "You first better get your beautiful bottom out of bed“ he called from the bathroom. "My bottom is here and ready start the day“ Roger finished shagging his hair out to style the way you liked it the most. Messy. He turned around and grabbed your face gently and closed the space between the two of you. "Morning breath“ you mumbled against his lips. "I‘ve had worse“ he mumbled back, a hint of mint made itself into your mouth. "Why do I believe you?“ you laughed, pulling away and letting your hand glide through his hair. "You look so good“ you looked at him in awe. "You know just how to flatter an old man“ "Don‘t. Say. That. Mr.. Taylor.“ you said in between placing kisses all over his face. His eyelashes fluttered while laughing. He was a sight to see. "You seriously better get ready now“ he gently slapped your bum and left you to yourself to take a shower. You put on some light makeup, comfy clothes and you both were off for a 5 1/2 hour drive in Roger’s black Range Rover. Thank god for Bluetooth speakers, much to Roger’s annoyance you blasted the Hot Space album, as well as any other Queen song he hated. "How do you even know these songs? You know every single word, might have to question your taste in music” Roger laughed. When he finally gave up, he joined you in singing along, harmonizing and trying to hit all the high notes just likehe did 40 years ago. To your surprise he still managed most of them. His hand almost never left your thigh, except for when it was time to shift gears. Yours usually rested on top of his. Nothing could ever compare to this. When you arrived at his enormous mansion you were once again speechless. He showed you around to get settled once again and it made your mouth run dry, especially seeing all the golden discs and awards he stored all around the house and on the walls. Most of them were settled in the living room. "Can’t wait for you to contribute to the collection” Roger hugged you from behind while you admired them all. "Me?” You laughed. "Yeah of course you. I’ve never won a Grammy in my golden years. Only the honorable one 100 years later” his laugh vibrates on your neck. "Here” he handed you a black box. “Told you I’ve got something for you, something really special” You opened the box and it was one of the cymbal necklaces he was recently selling. Filled with joy, you jumped up on him and he gladly caught you in his arms, giving him a long kiss. "Thank you, thank you so much!! I love it Roger” "But wait wait, my love” Roger put you down again. "This one was made out of the first cymbals I ever played with. And I wanted you to have it and kind of be a part of it,have a part of it, if that makes sense?” You had tears in your eyes, knowing that this part of his drums made such an impact on his life and him now giving it to you, even if was small, owning a piece of his early days. It made you feel special.. On the back, the words "right till the end, Love, Roger” were engraved. It was the best present ever, besides of course, having the love of your life all to yourself. "I also have something for you” you said, not having this situation exactly planned through, because of your anxiety he wouldn’t like it. "I had a lot of time to spend while you were gone“ "Doing only good stuff I hope“ he chuckled looking at you, his eyes shining from under his long lashes. "Come with me“ you took his hand into yours and guided him to the crackling fireplace. Roger sat down in his red leather chair, one that never left its place since moving in in the late 70s. You sat opposite him on the red, equally old fashioned carpet in front of the fire place, clutching your pitch black guitar tightly. "It’s not as awesome as your present, but here we go” A nervous feeling rushed through your body. Your slightly trembling fingers started picking the first chords. Seeing the way his eyes blinked at you, you knew he was listening closely. The song was called 'Call it what you want to’ and every single word was true. Nobody has heard from you for months, nor your fans, nor the media, at least not since the Grammys. And Roger on the other hand, he loved you like you were brand new. He knew about your rocky, hard, and scandalous past, your battles with all things that are toxic and your battles with yourself. Still, he didn’t back down, he stayed by your side, no matter what. He built a fire just to keep you warm while everyone outside was throwing ice at you, trying to get to you. He could be trusted, a feeling not only his embrace let you know, but the way he treated you. His bad jokes always made you laugh, in fact the worse they were, the more you loved him. The “joke face” he gave you, when he expected you to laugh was just adorable and made you fall in love all over again. When the song was finished, Roger had tears in his eyes. “Wow” he breathed. "I don’t think.. I don’t think anyone’s ever written a song about me, at least not one like this. It’s so beautiful. I couldn’t ask for a better present from the most beautiful girl in the world” your guitar was quickly on its stand again and you in Roger’s lap. "Thank you thank you thank you” he breathed kissing you all over. "It was a pleasure Mr. Taylor” you smiled. The hardest part was get to come. Releasing the songs which all evolved around yours and Roger’s relationship. Clearing all the rumors. Revealing your relationship. Meeting his children. But it all would come with time and didn’t matter at the moment.

What he wanted though, was you meeting his children, as fast as possible. He was not one to keep something so special hidden from them, for as he long as he already did. So, one beautiful Saturday evening they all came to visit, you had even cooked a treat they all loved, but it was just how you expected it to be, at least part of it. Rufus came first, in tow with him Tigerlily and Lola. Roger and you were standing at the door, ready to greet them, but it seemed as if Lola still didn’t warm up to the idea of her dad dating someone so much younger, almost her age. Tigerlily hugged you right away, she was probably the most open minded one of them all. “It’s so good to finally meet you, I’m a big fan of yours!” Tigerlily giggled, handing over some wine and flowers as presents. “We’re going to kill this one later” she winked, holding up the bottle. “For sure” you smiled at her. Felix and Rory joined the party a bit later. It was kind of weird that they were a bit older, but you managed and as it seemed as if they didn’t have any problem with it either.

Tigerlily and you kept quoting vines and laughing at memes after dinner, to which Roger only shook his head, all while laughing about how good you were getting along. Your hand was casualy on the table when Roger cupped it with his, finally intertwining your fingers. “Really?” Lola said out of nowhere, looking down at your joined hands. She got up and walked out of the room. “Lola” Roger called after her. Him, Felix, and Rory went after her. Your worst fear became reality. They didn’t accept you. You couldn’t blame her though, thinking you would react the same way if your dad showed up with someone much younger.

“Don’t worry” Tigerlily assured you. “It’s just a lot for her to handle right now.” She hugged you tightly, rubbing your back. “Yeah , she needs time to warm up. Hasn’t even warmed up to Sarina entirely, it’s going to be alright.” Rufus said, taking a sip from his beer. He was right and you would be willing to give her as much time as she needed.

Nearly half an hour passed when they all came back into the dining room. “Y/N?” Lola stood in the door. “Can we talk?” she pointed towards the other room. You followed her. “Look, I’m sorry, that this is might be weird for you. I totally understand, but I really love your dad I-“ “I know” she interrupted. “And he really loves you. It just.. it just freaks me out a bit. And knowing my dad I know no one will ever be good enough for him, he’s the best dad ever” she explained. “ I believe you, he speaks highly of you all the time” “Well, he also does speak highly of you all the time, maybe I’m just a bit jealous that he won’t spend as much time with us anymore as he’s got you now.” Lola sounded sad and a bit disappointed. “ I won’t allow that” you assured her. “You know... I’d never keep him from seeing you all. As much as I love him, I want him to be happy and seeing as today went, it was pretty fun and a joy having you all around. Talking, eating, drinking.” “You’re right” Lola said.

“I’m so sorry for making a scene.” “Don’t be sorry, it’s alright! But next time something bothers you, let’s just talk it out! I’ll always have an open ear for you!” “Awwe lovie, thank you. You know, you’re pretty cool actually. Having a female rockstar in the family makes for a great change” She admitted. “ You’re pretty awesome too! Love your photography” you smiled at her. “May I give you a hug?” Lola asked you to which you nodded. Right in this moment Roger went to look after the two of you and when he saw you hugging your problems out, his heart swell. He backed away quickly though, just fast enough for none of you to notice he was there. “Let’s get back to the others now, or they’ll think we killed each other” you joked and you both went back to join the rest, to enjoy some desert. It was 2 am when Roger’s children left after everyone helped cleaning up. They really were all about teamwork and you adored them.

“I had a great evening” you said to Roger while changing into something more comfortable. “I’m glad you had a good time, because I was really enjoying myself.. Except for the little.. Lola thing” he said, giving your shoulder a kiss. “oh, that’s alright, we get along now. What did you say to her anyway, when you went after her?” You asked him. “Oh just that you really put much work into this get together, you know.. with the cooking and all. And that I love you and you’re very important to me and that this is just how the future is going to be.” his reasonings were making you smile. “Your kids are awesome. You did a great job raising them.” “I know I did” he chuckled. “Can’t wait to meet them again” you said more quietly, brushing your thumb along his cheek. “Hold your horses little lady, you’ll see them soon enough. I love having them around y’know? We usually have a family meeting once a week, talking about what everyone is up to” “Sounds awesome” you loved the idea of them spending more time with the two of you, dining, drinking, having a laugh, going on family vacations. Family. The moment Roger saw you interact with his kids, having inside jokes with them, you and Tigerlily even arranging a date to go out shopping, he knew he made the right decision. Giving his whole heart to you and you loving him right back. He knew it already, someday, when the time was right, when the media would quiet down a little more, he’d make you “officially” part of his family. And when that time came, you knew what your answer to his question would be. YES.

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The Unholy

Warnings: she/her pronounced reader, very detailed making out, hickeys, some dry humping, Tae and Hobi being horndogs, mentions of blood and biting, i was too lazy to edit it through so yeah

Pairing: bts ot7 x reader, nun! reader, princess! reader, vampire! Jin x reader, hybrid! Namjoon x reader, hybrid! Yoongi x reader, vampire! Hoseok x reader, vampire! Jimin x reader, hybrid! Taehyung x reader, hybrid! Jungkook x reader

Parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 -

Authors note: uuugh so part 2 is finally up! I’m sorry I’m so bad at getting things done, please don’t yell at me); anyways I’ve been really excited to make this! But tbh, I have no idea where this story is going, this is just kinda what pops into my head! But still, I hope you’ll enjoy the story nonetheless!

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Summary:

The king and queen, your mother and father, rules the southern kingdom. The eastern and the western are ruled by kings and queens alike, but the northern are ruled by the most unholy of creatures. Or so you’ve been told.

Every citizen in the three kingdoms, have been warned about the creatures of the north, and it is with good reason they’re all terrified. All your life, your parents have tried to keep the knowledge of the northern creatures from you, but that just made you more curious.

Everyday, you would sneak down to the castle library, and read everything you could about the north, wanting to know the secret behind the unholy land. That of course didn’t go well with your parents, and when they found out they decided to send you to the most holy of places, to forget about everything you’ve read. One of the biggest church organizations in the south agreed to take you in, to rehabilitate you and learn you that you should never question such things as the northern creatures.

By day, you follow the strict prioress around as she lectures you about the holy and the unholy, and by night, you have to go on patrol alone through the church as a punishment for reading about the unholy.

But one night, everything changes, when you find the prioress dead, with bite marks all over her body. Of course, you have read about this, and you know exactly what killed her. But what happens when that exact creature you’ve read about, shows up right in front of you?

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The carriage bumped yet again, and you flew forward for the fifth time already. Quickly, steadying yourself with a string of embarrassed coughs.

Not a word had been spoken between you and Seokjin, since the arrival of the black carriage you now were sitting in. You weren’t quite sure were the carriage at come from, and how the driver knew that it was needed; you weren’t even sure it was actually Seokjin’s, but anyhow you ended up sitting stiffly inside it, trying not to stare too much at the vampire before you.

He hadn’t made a move the entire ride, not even a facemucsle did he move, the only thing showing that he was actually alive and not a statue, being his Adam’s apple that would bop almost violently every few minutes. You wondered what he was thinking about.

Your eyes followed the almost hypnotic motion of his Adam’s apple, focusing intently on the way it seemed to grow bigger in his throat before helplessly plopping down again in a swollowing motion.

Your mind instantly flashed to when he had taken your blood, just a couple hours earlier, how it must have bopped even more violently as he sank big mouthfuls of your precious red liquid down.

The thought made a strange sensation shoot through the two wounds on your neck, your hand absentmindedly coming up to delicately brush your fingertips against the slowly healing surface. The pain that once had almost numbed your entire body, was now a dull ache. It felt almost nice, the throbbing sensations in your wound running out to the rest of your body, feeling almost like a second heart.

You noticed how the two wounds seemed much warmer than the rest of your body, swallowing hard, as the tips of your fingers seemed to create a delicious friction against the itchy exterior of the wounds.

The nice feeling, making heatwaves rediate off the wounds, shooting directly down into your belly, creating even more warmth.

Slowly, you let your fingertips slip away from the wound, as your hand tiredly fell down into your lap, where the other one was already resting. Carefully, you tipped your head, leaning it against the cool window, trying to escape some of the heat that had now also travelled to your head.

You let your eyelids fall down and rob you off your vision, as the weight of the last few hours began to weigh you down. So much had happened, and so much was about to happen, but one thing was for sure; you could never return to your old life again.

You knew that if your parents, or anyone else found out you had willingly ventured into the north, and not even alone but accompanied by one of the creatures from said place, you would be executed the moment you sat foot in one of the other regions.

The princess who traveled to the land of her kingdoms most feared enemy.

The thought of worry were quickly being pushed aside, by the continuing thumps and throbs shooting through you like a clock. You didn’t get scared by how hard the throbs had gotten, quite on the contrary it calmed you and you let out a content sigh, focusing completely on the way your wound warmed you up.

Not long after, your eyes fluttered for the last time, and your breathing became heavier by the second, lulling you into a peaceful, heavy sleep, your mind going out like a light as drifted off to nothingness.

You awoke by the feeling of cold hands gripping you, and soft, smooth fabric against your hands, as you subconsciously gripped it harder, sliding your fingers over it.

Your mind was foggy, as you tried to open your eyes, feeling like you should be alarmed by your current situation, but your mind wouldn’t let any worrying feelings shine through, and the only feeling there was, were the warmth you had fallen asleep with, accompanied by the cold hands locked around you.

Slowly, tiredly, your eyes fluttered open, and you were met by the mop of Seokjin’s black hair, as he stood bend over you, trying to as carefully as possible, to tuck your body into the awaiting bed.

He felt so cold. Why was he cold?

Worryingly, you furrowed your eyebrows, mind still fuzzy as you tried to figure out how he was so incredibly cold, and why you were so amazingly warm.

“Lie down. Sleep. I’ll be back soon, don’t leave this room, understood?”

He asked, face expressionless, as he let you drop down into the soft pillows and blankets, merely nodding in response, as the bed consumed your body whole, making you even more tired and fuzzy, fog already clouding your eyes.

“Understood?”

He asked again, tone more commanding this time, and you wanted nothing more than to answer him, like you would of it weren’t for the fog completely numming your brain.

“..yes.”

With slurred words, you almost vomited the words out, and watched as he nodded once, before turning to leave. You felt like crying, as he slowly disappeared, trying to remember how to beg him to stay. You couldn’t remember the words, you couldn’t remember any words really, only pathetically lifting your hand from the pillows, making grabby motions towards his back.

The further he got from you, the clearer your mind got, until you could remember everything vividly, how he had sucked you almost dry, how he had killed all those men on the square and how he had forbid you to leave the room just a couple minutes ago.

You sat up in the bed, the tiredness disappearing along with the fuzzyness. You exhaled, a breath you didn’t even know you had been holding, as you carefully swung your legs over the side of the big, queen sized bed, freeing yourself of the almost suffocating, dark red covers.

What had just happened?

Did Seokjin do something to you? You were almost sure he did, but what exactly did he do?

You pressed your palm against your forehead, sticky from sweat, as a pounding began, feeling like your brain slammed against your skull with every thud of your heart.

You groaned, and stood up fully, to slowly walk yourself over to a full body mirror in the corner.

You gasped.

You looked like you had been dragged through a battlefield, tied to a wild horse. You black dress was ripped and dirty, blood splatters everywhere, especially visible on the white sleeves of the dress you wore under. Your hair that was once pinned back neatly, looking almost like a lions mane, all tangly and big. But worst of all your face, you were pale, white as a ghost, with multiple bruises covering you, trailing downwards to the bitemarks on your neck, two red dots almost glowing red, but not leaking blood anymore.

You sighed in annoyance, trying to comb your hands through your hair, fingers instantly getting stuck, ripping painfully at your roots.

You gave up, just as your stomach began to grumble impatintly. You began to contemplate, the last time you had gotten food was the morning before your night shift with the prioress, which was about two days ago.

Surely, Seokjin wouldn’t leave you here to starve?

Restlessly, you began scanning the area for something eatable, which you found none. It wasn’t that the room lacked anything, it had almost too much, but the only thing you could spot was something that looked suspiciously a lot like alcoholic drinks standing on a table in the corner.

He said he would be back soon, right?

You thought back, trying to remember his words, maybe he’ll bring food?

With an annoyed huff, you slumped down on the bed, your dress sprawling across the silk sheets, the most illogical solution would be to wait. And so you did.

But a few minutes soon turned into hours in your head, and your tummy continued to grumble unhappily.

And so at last, you decided it would be best to go look for food yourself, doing exactly the opposite of what Seokjin had ordered you to do.

Your fingers curled around the golden handle, and you hesitated a moment before slowly turning it, deciding if this was really worth it. But surely Seokjin wouldn’t have abandoned you, if there really was something dangerous outside. You shook the thought off you, before stepping out into a beautifully decorated hallway.

You looked down, where you could see another hallway and a staircase forming, a smile curling on your lips. The room you had been staying in, was located at the end of a fairly long hallway, littered with other rooms alike, but in your rush to fill your empty belly you didn’t have any time to explore further.

Lifting your dress up, you began carefully walking down the staircase, afraid you might trip in the long garment, alarming whoever else was in the house, which to you seemed like a very bad idea.

The big staircase, let down to what seemed to be the main entrance of the house, or should you say mansion, you were in. You stood there a little, unsure of where to go amongst the many doors, rooms and hallways, when your eyes landed upon another staircase, leading down to a room that you could only assumed was the kitchen, or at least some kind of food storage.

Your stomach grumbled in response, and you were quick to make your way down the stairs, cool air hitting your face the further you got down to the cellar.

The cellar were covered in all consuming darkness, expect for the candles hanging far apart on the stone wall, reminding you too much of the church where you had met Seokjin just a couple hours ago.

Grabbing your skirt once more, hoisting it up just above your ankles, you began to hastily walk further into the room. After just a few meters, your were met with a big door, slowly pushing it open, your eyes shined with delight, when you were met with a big kitchen before you.

Luckily, windows were installed into the walls, so natural daylight shined through, lighting up the big kitchen, which to your disappointment seemed to be almost emptied of all eatable things.

Your belly growled angrily, as you began to sulk, desperately going through empty cabinets and closets. Suddenly, a big barrel cut your eyes, and you internally prayed that just the smallest crumbs of something worth eating would be stored in there.

You quickly ripped the lid off, only to take a few steps back in horror. The barrel was filled to the brim, with something way worse than you could imagine, at was filled with red, metallic smelling blood. You dropped the lid, with a loud thud, echoing through the halls of the empty kitchen.

You suddenly felt sick, thinking about how much blood was in there, and how many people that must have died to fill it. You could have been one of those people. Suddenly, the idea of coming here didn’t seem so good, now that you knew you could be turned into a barrel filled with blood at any moment.

“Why can’t the brat get it himself?”

A deep, unfamiliar voice suddenly ripped through the silent, making you freeze in your spot and your heart race in your throat.

“He’s sick, you know that,”

A second voice responded, and you quickly began to look around for a hiding place, putting the lid back on the barrel, eyes frantically scanning the place as voices and footsteps approached you.

“I know, but-“

The voice stopped abruptly, as both males reached the door, already unlocked, and instantly spotted you, trying to hide yourself inside a cabinet.

With big eyes, you stared at them, like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, scared out of your mind, for what they would do. Maybe they were the reason you had to stay in the room, maybe they were dangerous? Your heart pumped in your chest, and you were sure that they both could here the blood splashing around inside your body.

One of them, the slightly taller one inhaled deeply, looking directly at you with a look that spiraled between intense hunger and confusion. You knew the game was over for you, and decided that if they were to kill you right here and now, you would at least crawl out from the cabin first.

“Taehyung, I know what you’re thinking, don’t,”

The other male, put his hand on Taehyung’s arm, sniffing around the room himself. You noticed how both of them got a strained look on their pale faces, looking like they were about to swallow everyone and everything whole.

They were wearing similar clothes, dark robes, also similar to what Seokjin had been wearing, both of them had jet black hair, the closer you got, the more you noticed the unmistakable beauty of both of them, skin just as white as Seokjin’s, your mouth suddenly went dry. They couldn’t be the other rulers Seokjin had told you about, could they? They sure did look like they both belonged on a throne, mighty and intimidating.

“She looks like a scared bunny,”

Taehyung mused, a dangerous grin stretching his plump looking lips, completely ignoring the other, taking a step forward, while you hesitantly took a step back.

“Who are you? And why are you here?”

The male you still didn’t know the name of, swallowed hard, taking a step towards you as well, before he spoke, eyes everting from you to glare at the barrel by your side instead.

“I-I’m (y/n), Seokjin brought me here,”

Your voice was just above a whisper, breath coming out short and laboured, as you felt the warmth from the one called Taehyung emit off of him and creep around you like a suffocating blanket, strangely he wasn’t cold as Seokjin but warm, even warmer than you.

Taehyung closed his eyes and let out a hum, gradually stepping closer to you, backing you up against to counter as the other male slowly followed.

“Shit, Taehyung we can’t- you can’t, she’s hyung’s,”

He swallowed harshly, making Taehyung groan, a sound that sent chills down your spine, as you felt his breath hit your face.

“Hyung can share, Hoseok. He shouldn’t be this selfish, locking her in a room, forgetting to pay proper attention to her,”

Taehyung snapped, fists curling around the counter on either side of you.

Hoseok, looked at you with hazy eyes, stepping up besides Taehyung and completely caging you against the counter.

“Poor little bunny, did Seokjin neglect you?”

Taehyung pouted af you, mockingly, a dangerous shine in his eyes, as he looked down at you, pupils blown wide.

You swallowed, looking away from Hoseok to stare up at Taehyung’s crimson orbs, and when he smiled again, you saw not only one, but two sets of fangs, he seemed a lot different from both Hoseok and Taehyung, but somehow still the same.

Suddenly, Taehyung leaned down, nosing viscously up and down the side of you neck where Seokjin at bit you, inhaling and exhaling deeply, pressing his body into yours.

He let out a loud groan into your neck, pressing a open mouthed kiss to your two wounds, making you slightly shudder, contemplating wether to push him away or pull him in.

“She smells so sweet, I bet she tastes even better,”

Taehyung drawled into your neck, as you shut your eyes tightly, and desperately tried not to enjoy the feeling of Taehyung’s lips on your neck, but holy hell, it was one of the best feeling you had ever expirenced.

Hoseok groaned loudly, somewhere behind you, sniffing the air close to you, licking his lips with a torn expression.

“T-Taehyung, we should stop, hyung’s going to kill us-“

Taehyung cut him off with a sharp growl into your neck, pressing kiss after kiss to your wound.

“I don’t care what hyung’s gonna do, just smell the air, she was made to be fed on by us,”

Taehyung whined, slowly straightening himself up, so he once again was on eyelevel with Hoseok. Silently, he took Hoseok’s hand and placed in over your two bite wounds, licking his lips viciously.

Hoseok groaned again, strained and torn, as he finally got a good glance at you. He felt bad for you, he really did, he wanted to help you out of here, or at least offer you some food, but the intense flames of lust swallowing him allowed him nothing, but to feed from you like he was meant to. He was meant to feed from you, and you were meant to be fed on.

“She smells too much like Seokjin,”

Hoseok finally complained, the torn expression long gone and replaced by the hunger of a beast.

“Let’s change that, yeah? She should smell like us, she were meant to be ours,”

Taehyung growled, and turned his lustful gaze towards you.

“Would you like that, bunny? Would you like to be properly fed on, and properly cared for? Would you like to smell like us, let everyone know who you belong to?”

Taehyung’s voice came out husky and even deeper and raspier than before, as his wide smile and intoxicating eyes filled your mind, and the only thing you could do was helplessly nod.

Seokjin wouldn’t mind, right? Like Taehyung said, he could share.

“I need you to say it bunny,”

Taehyung’s eyes were closed, brows furrowed as he desperately held himself back, and you swallowed again, hard, making eye contact with Hoseok and slowly nodding.

“Y-yes, I would like that,”

You breathed, and immediately, Taehyung grinned at you, lifting you up like you weighted nothing, and almost slamming you down on the counter, quickly stepping between your legs and grabbing your wrist.

Hoseok stepped closer from the other side, slowly sliding his long, cold fingers around your hips, gripping hard and kneading the flesh just above your bottom to hold you in place, as he began to kiss and suck on your neck like a man possessed, making a galaxy of purple and blue bruises appear.

You let out a little squeal, as Taehyung grabbed your wrist, and extended your arm, kissing all the way from the top to the bottom, leaving hot trails of salvia all the way down to your wrist.

Hoseok began to suckle particularly hard right where your neck meets your shoulder, and you had to fight the urge to moan at the sudden sensation, instead letting out a breathy whine, as he tilted your head a little to the side, sharp fangs poking your fragile skin.

Taehyung did the same with your wrist, tongue running all over before his two pairs of fangs sharpened, and he bit down, sinking his fangs into your wrist.

This time, the pain you were prepared for didn’t come, instead the sensation of blood flowing through you and into him filled you, making you let out a sudden moan at the surprising pleasureble sensation.

You felt Taehyung smirk as he sucked, groaning and panting like a animal, only spurring your quiet moaning on, as you lost yourself in the feeling of him.

That’s when Hoseok decided it was his turn, nosing up your neck, and planting hot, open mouthed kisses all the way down leaving a shiny path of salvia, and he finally bit down right at the base of your neck, making you cry out in pleasure, even surprising yourself by how loud you were.

His fangs sank in your neck smoothly, sinking as deep as they could, until his gums hit your neck, and you shuddered. You felt their salvia mix with your blood, as they lapped up everything they could, and you could almost feel how good you tasted on their tongue, how well they were being fed by you.

They continued to suck your life essence, only being spurred on by your small moans and whines, as you reached out to grab what you could; their hair, and slightly tucking, the pleasure almost overwhelming you.

They only stopped, when their cheeks were nice and round, and they both looked and felt well fed, more alive.

Hoseok was the first one to part from you, the feeling of his fangs sliding slowly out of the fresh made wound, making you cry out again, as he with half lidded eyelids and bloodstained lips, delicately curled his long fingers around your chin, turning your head to him and kissing you deeply.

The kiss took you by surprise, but not that you minded, instantly you let go of Taehyung’s hair to grip Hoseok’s hair tightly, and tugging him closer, closer, closer.

Hoseok’s soft tongue poked at your bottom lip, and you instantly opened up for him, tasting your own blood on his tongue, tasing how good you were for him, letting him feed on you. Unholy slurping noises escaped the both of you, and you moaned more and more into the kiss, forgetting that you were sitting with too vampires in a underground kitchen, in the middle of a land where humans like you would surely be eaten alive is anyone saw you.

“Hoseok,”

You whined, as he quickly parted from you, a string of salvia connecting the two of you, as he looked at you with a burning desire, igniting all sorts of flames in your lower belly, and you wanted more, more, more.

Taehyung, suddenly jealous with the attention you have Hoseok, parted from your wrist, as he began to abuse your neck with his rough kisses, biting, licking, sucking, making you moan out his name instead, as he reached down and wrapped your legs around his waist, hips pressing against yours.

Hoseok resumed kissing you, lips smoothly gliding over yours, swallowing every moan and noise you made, as Taehyung began to slowly, but harshly rut himself against your clothed heat.

First, you felt Taehyung’s hardness against your core, but then you began to feel Hoseok desperately rutting his own member against your other thigh, whines and groans leaving him.

You began to almost pant, thinking of how they might just take you right here, in the kitchen.

They seemed to both battle each other, who could get the loudest moans from you. When Hoseok had made you moan and whine, Taehyung went harder and faster with his hips making you cry out louder, and you were sure that by now, all residence of the house had heard you, but the three of you were too lost to really care at this point, only craving more, more, more.

Just as Taehyung began to lift up your many skirts, and feel up your legs, the door slammed against the wall, and both Hoseok and Taehyung hazely craned their necks back to see the interrupter, making you let out a whine of protest.

“Stop it, both of you,”

Seokjin’s sharp voice cut through the air, instantly making both boys straighten their posture, looking shamefully at the floor.

“I sent you to get blood for Jeongguk, and when you don’t return after almost thirty minutes I expect you to be hurt, or lost, but here you two idiots are, trying to shimmy your way into my bunny’s dress?”

He spat, full of venom, as he looked angrily at your almost fucked out expression, eyes glossy and hickeys littering your neck, and the little bit of exposed skin on your chest.

“Come on, Hyung! She smelled so good, we couldn’t resist, why can’t you just share?”

Taehyung whined, voice still thick with lust, as he now could smell both your blood and arousal, Seokjins nose flared.

“She’s my feeder, and you two dipshit’s nearly drained her, look at her,”

Seokjin gestured to you, even paler than before, due to the loss of blood.

“Not fair! You already drank from her yesterday, we’re hungry too hyung,”

Taehyung continued to whine, while Hoseok just stood there, already knowing from the start that he was gonna get in trouble.

“You know how it is, Taehyung, you’re better off with animal blood, she’s my only feeding source,”

Seokjin sounded more tired than angry now, bags under his eyes that definitely weren’t there yesterday.

“But hyung-“

Taehyung protested, but was quickly cut off by Seokjin.

“Enough. Go to your rooms, both of you. I’ll send Namjoon or Yoongi to get you later,”

Seokjin turned to you, both boys angrily stomping out the door, and you swallowed, prepared for what was about to come.

“And as for you, didn’t I tell you to stay in my room?”

He asked, voice cold and eyes hard as he looked at you, like you were a ruined toy, stepping closer, taking the spot between your legs were Taehyung once stood.

You nodded, slowly.

“Y-yes, sorry, I-“

“Spare me your apology, there’s a meal waiting for you back in my room, I’ll escort you this time, make sure you don’t run in to anyone else.”

He replied coolly, wrapping his arm tightly and forcefully around you waist, hoisting you down from the counter, and setting a quick pace, which you almost had to run to follow along with, his arm never leaving your waist as the two of you made your way upstairs to his room.

..to be continued

#i hope this is okay #the unholy #bts vampire au #bts fantasy au #bts prince au #jung hoseok x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #vampire seokjin #kim seokjin x reader #kim namjoon x reader #kim taehyung x reader #park jimin x reader #min yoongi x reader #bts ot7 x reader #bts x reader #bts #bangtan #bts ot7 #ot7 x you

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Azriel X Reader

A/N: So this has some backstory in it, why he left how he found out you were his mate overall its just tears galore. To be honest, I hate this chapter, I don’t know why but I feel like this whole series is complete shit. Like and Comment honestly makes my day.

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CHAPTER 10 Azriel P.O.V

That one word changed my life, that smile, teeth shown and eyes closed. She was giving herself up, for us. We had made that deal so long ago, long before she was my mate and not just my friend. I didn’t care for the tears streaming down my face or the way I ran to the edge of the hill to watch her. Her body had engulfed in black, tendrils reaching far past where she was physically able, black ink dripping to the floor. Her body walked into the battlefield as though it was nothing, her arms swiping across and throwing soldiers away like they were sand on a windy day. She just went through them, body moulding to the power, letting every single piece of her being out. I had not seen this kind of power, was this always apart of her. I remember the day I thought she had died, the day I found out she was my mate. - “The younglings” she whispered and began to sprint through the snow, I had never seen someone so focused. I too remember the children, they were playing on the ice, she had called them cute before we began to walk and talk. I watched as she ran, my wings cold and I didn’t even think to fly. Making it to the children they were pushed to the ice, blood spread out beneath one and I watched as those black lines crawled over her skin, one of the men was dead instantly. We fought together, trying to hold them back. The others must be occupied, we could do this. Truthteller and her powers. I was fighting three and they quickly fell not being well trained, I don’t think this was well planned it surely did not seem like it.

A rush of emotions and pain I have never felt before, I turned and saw Y/N stumble as the man in front of her fall, she had taken down more than I but what caught my gaze was the blood pooling at her hand, her hand moved from her chest and she fell into the ice. I moved without thinking, what was this feeling. I was too occupied, her head lolled to the side and I held her chest. “Children” I heard and looked up seeing Kallias companied by my brothers.

“High Lord she jumped in front of us” one had yelled but I looked back to Y/N her eyes closed and breathing low, the blood wouldn’t stop. Why wouldn’t the blood stop?

It clicked and I held her tighter as they came to view her, words passed and I moved on my own. My wings spreading wide and I flew into the sky as though they were not covered in frost and my bones ached from the training I had done earlier in the day. I flew like there was no tomorrow, there may not be for her. When landing I ran into the castle.

“I need a medic or someone” instantly I was looked at and their eyes widened running over. I did not know her name nor what she was able to do but I have rushed to a bed and laid down my newly found mate.

She was my mate.

I had known her little over a year and I couldn’t even tell she was my mate. Now she lay dying in front of me.

I had loved her for that year.

I was covered in blood and I heard when Rhysand and Cassian arrived with the children and Kallis. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, my mind was clouded with her.

“Azriel what happened” Rhysand had asked and all I could do was look at my hands, blood covering them. Not my blood nor the blood of the people I fought but my mate. This was my mates' blood. I shook and looked to my brothers my eyes dripping in fear and they paused.

“She’s my mate” I had whispered and my hands shook. Her blood was dripping onto the floor from the bed as people desperately tried to help her. Please, I don’t care who you are but if you’re listening, help her.

I could feel her blood soaking through my clothing as I looked to my hand and Cassian looked like he was about to cry, they were best friends. His hand had covered his mouth as I shook my body fell to the floor. Rhysand caught me and I shook. Was this was the shock felt like? I ran down the bridge of our minds and ran into the cloudy abyss no one had been able to navigate. Not even the High Lord himself. I screamed and begged for her to show herself. That I was here and I loved her.

I saw her, she was floating in her mind as then her eyes opened “Azriel” she whispered and I was thrown back into my head as I rushed to get up and ran to her holding her head much to the doctors' anger.

“Come on I heard you, you’re awake in there. Come on” I begged and everyone was watching me, the doctors had stepped back. Was she dead, no she couldn’t be? I just saw her, was I thrown back because she was dead. No, I felt it, she was alive.

“Azriel I'm sorry she’s-” the doctor paused as I glared at her, shadows wrapping around my body and I held her face. Looking for anything. She was alive, I could feel it. Cassian and Rhysand stood watching me as my eyes shook in need. I needed her.

I watched as my shadows encircled her and then by the Cauldron her eyes opened and she took in a breath of air. I pulled her to my body and held her as though she was the most important thing to ever exist and to me, she was. We had sat in each other's arms for a long while. She spoke of letting herself get stabbed to save the children but she could hear Azriel's pleas and reach for that little light above her instead of falling into the abyss.

“I love you” I whispered. - She was tearing through them like it was nothing, throwing them aside, her hands came to point to the sky and in seconds clouds came rolling in, I did not know she could do this. Shadows rained down on the soldiers and their drumming and horns stopped, replaced by screams and horses running along the ground. When engaged in the fight herself she was smiling, wide. A cheek splitting grins spreading across her face as she tore men limb from limb. I could do nothing but stare at her. She was powerful, she was beautiful, she was my mate, she was my lover, she was my friend, she was Y/N. Her skin was covered in black veins as she brought in all that power, we could not have won this war without her. We all knew that. Her smile was plastered to the front of my mind “Goodbye” she had whispered. That was only a few minutes ago and now more than a quarter of their army lay dead or was being dragged into the shadowy abyss by black ink like hands. I remember the day I left her. - “I'm leaving” I whispered and hee smile slowly fell, I was looking at her. Wrapped in my jumper and nothing else, a night of love and intimacy ran through my mind. The way her body arched and begged me for more, each curve and dip of her figure was mesmerizing.

“Oh,” she paused her tongue gliding across her lips, “I thought we could spend the day together” she whispered and looked down then shook her head and smiled “when will you be back?” she asked and I clenched my hands.

“I won’t be” I whispered and her eyes fell, shoulders going limp. How could I leave her like this? Her eyes shone in the morning sun, my jumper reaching just below her sex and when she turned I could just make out the curve of her rear. How could I leave her, my mate? I was protecting her I tried to reason. I had to protect her, they wanted her.

“Az this isn’t funny” her lips shook just as much as her eyes did. I couldn’t bear it “What do you mean you won’t be,” she asked and stepped forward going to reach for me but my own body stepped away. I couldn’t bare touching her again, I’d crumble. I was doing this for her.

“It’s not a joke, I’m not coming back” I had walked out but she followed, trying to talk to me. Her voice wavered and when outside I looked to her face, tears falling down her face. How could I do this to her? I had too, I reminded myself.

“Azriel, please. What did I do wrong” she begged and walked out into the sun then went back into the shade instantly. She used a lot of energy last night...with me. I had planned to do that, so she couldn’t follow.

I turned away and flew into the air as I heard her sob, her crying was felt down the bond, my own heart broke as she tried to enter my mind but I kept my walls up. Tears of my own fell down my face.

It had been a week and she had come to the House of Wind. She was begging for me, I could hear her crying. Just begging for someone to tell her where I was. My heart was breaking, she had stood at my walls for days and this was her final attempt.

“Please Cassian, I need my mate” she cried and I could hear her sob. “Cassian please” she cried and I wanted to run. To run into her arms and beg her to forgive me. I needed her as much as she needed me.

“I'm sorry Y/N, I don’t know where he is” he lied. I had begged him to lie when I got the message she was in town. I had told him everything. He was mad at me though no one could be angrier and me than myself.

“You do, why is no one talking to me. What did I do wrong” she cried and after about half an hour of crying and Cassian trying to calm her down. She left. Once gone I came out from where I was hiding and Cassian looked to me with anger and sadness.

“Cassian” I whispered and he shook his head. I had never seen him with this expression, I wanted the world to swallow me up. “I hope you understand what you’re doing” he spoke softly and looked to where she had left “She is breaking Az” I wanted to run to her. To fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness.

“They want to take her. She needs to learn her powers. Cassian they threatened to” I paused I couldn’t even utter the word. She was powerful everyone knew and they wanted her to bare powerful children whether she consented or not. “If I am not with her, if she stays in her court, her people can protect her. They will teach her how to use her powers and she can be safe” I whispered and he nodded.

People wanted her, too many people for my liking. She did not know how to use her powers yet and coming to the Illyrians camps and inside the mountain as well as the Spring court and all the hunters popping up. I could not be with her all the time, people wanted to hurt me and what better way than to take my mate.

Walking outside I tried to look for her but to no avail, she must have left. The day soon turned to night and I watched the moon and stars, she had always loved laying together and watching the night sky. “I love you” - All I could do was watch as she tore apart any plans they had. I looked to the sides and saw everyone just watching her destruction. My family watched my mate destroy herself so we could win. There was no way with the amount of injured we had that we could have won, my eyes turned back and the valley was just covered in the inky substance. They tried to retreat but she only cornered them off. A giant tentacle-like object came down on all their big throwing weapons. An inky Kraken taking their food into the depths. We could hear the screams from here but my eyes only stayed on her body. I could tell she was shaking, the way her body wobbled as she walked, arms and head twitching. I looked away, I couldn’t watch my mate giver herself for us. A few more minutes and everyone was dead. She reeled in all her shadows and then I watched as she collapsed.

My wings spread as I raced down to her fallen form. She had to be ok, I landed and ran to her side. Dropping and grabbing her shoulders to look at her. Her body still covered in shadows, pushing them away.

“Y/N” I whispered smiling only to turn her over, she was going to be ok. What I was met with was not my mate, her eyes were white and blank, mouth slightly agape, she was breathing but when going into her mind there was nothing. It was blank.

“She did not give her humanity” her people stood before me, what did he mean. I heard Cassian ask the question before my mouth moved “She gave up herself to the abyss. This is simply a shell, her mind and soul is gone” they all looked down and I shook my head.

“No, no she's ok” I nodded licking my lips. I looked down to her relaxed face, could you call it relaxed, she was blank. There was nothing there.

“I’m sorry High Lord Azriel” he whispered and they all fell into the Earth. My mate was gone, no this couldn’t be happening. She had to be ok, right? She was ok. She was in this abyss. I was able to get her back.

“Az” she still felt alive, she was still out there, her mind was bare but her mind was elsewhere, as he said this is just a shell. A cacoon, I had to find her soul, her mind. I had to find my mate.

“I can get her back” I whispered and held her body closer to my own. I rose and looked to everyone, Feyre was crying as was Amren. Cassian had to look away and I looked down her body was held like a bride but her head was laid back arm falling past my own, she looked dead. Eyes white and mind blank. This was just a shell I had to remind myself. “I will go into the abyss and get her back”

“Az we both know you can’t,” Rhysand said and I shook my hand looking down at my mate. This wasn’t the end, I was able to get her back. Right? I just had to find her. “The abyss is endless” he paused “She’s gone” he whispered.

“No she’s not” my wings spread and I moved her head to rest on my chest as I jumped into the air, going back to my home, my wings tired and I needed a rest. More emotional than physical rest. Going to my room I placed her down and held her hand. “Please just give me a sign” I whispered. Tears fell down my face as I cried loudly, sobbing into the side of the bed. I wanted my mate.

“Azriel” whispered in my head and I looked to the blank look on her face “Azriel” I heard it again. My walls were up, was my mind playing tricks on me, it wouldn’t be the first time. “Azriel” it whispered again. “Azriel” and again I ran around my brain trying desperately to try and find the voice. It sounded like her. Then there she was standing in front of me and smile on her face “Azriel” before I could move or even speak she smiled again “Find me” and then she was gone.

She was alive, she was somewhere I could reach, she was there. She was there. I could get my mate back. I moved to her body and pressed my lips to her wishing they pressed back “I love you”

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