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jawritter · 4 years

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The Arrangment

Part 3

Summery: You are a young girl that was raised in a small church in Dallas, TX. One of the only churches left in the state that still practices arranged marriages. When your betrothed ran off to California you thought you'd escape the fate you were trained for ever since a small child. Now upon the death your parents your fate seemed to be inescapable as he's returned, and is ready to take you as his bride.

Book Warnings: Arranged marriage, loss of virginity, smut, unprotected sex, angst, language, suicide attempt, battles with anxiety, struggles with mental illness, age gap (about 11 years), I think that’s it, chapters will have warnings of their own!

Chapter Warnings: Grief, Arranged Marriage, Insecure reader, Angest, Languge I’m sure in there somewhere, because it’s me. I think that’s it.

Word Count: 3697

A/N: This book is a book about Christian and church based arranged marriages, I would like to take this moment to say that I DO NOT have ANYTHING against the Chirstian faith, and mean absolutely no harm to anyone! Especially Jensen’s family! This is a complete work of fiction, and should be treated as such!

Beta’d by the amazing @deanwanddamons who was awesome enough to do all this for me! It was a lot of work, and she deserves all the praise for it!!

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

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Standing with your hands on either side of the sink in the women's bathroom of the church you'd grown up in, you look into the mirror and barely recognize the person staring back at you.

Your hair was in the same messy bun that it'd been in when you got dressed to head over, and pack the last of your parent's belongings this morning. You still had on the same black thinly strapped undershirt and a flannel shirt draped over your shoulders, along with the same black leggings and converse.

On the small bench in the corner of the room sat a bag with a new pair of shoes, and hanging just above that on a hook was a very pretty sundress that your pastor's wife had so graciously bought for you for this occasion.

It was all white with a little lace around the top of the dress and around the straps. It looked old, almost vintage, even though you could clearly see the tags hanging on it, indicating you were the first owner of the dress.

You liked vintage looking things. It was something about the look of old things that felt homely to you, even though that probably made no sense to anyone else. You were grateful that she had purchased you the dress, because you honestly had nothing. You weren't ready for this.

Normally, the wife's parents were the ones that got you ready for things like this. Well, yours were no longer here, so that left you with no one. You were an only child, you had no siblings, no one to help you.

A knock on the door shook you from your thoughts, and you quickly wiped the tears from your face. "Come in." you said, barely recognizing your own voice.

Your best friend from your childhood, Jessica, stuck her head in the door, and you couldn't help the sigh of relief that left you at the sight of her. She rushed into the room, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

"I'm so sorry this has to happen right now,Y/N." she said, pulling away and looking you over.

"S'okay." you said, turning to look at the dress that was hanging there waiting for you. "Who called you and told you?"

"Sister Burton. She said it would probably be nice to have a friend help you get ready, and stand in the place of your parents today."

"I'm glad you're here." you told her. She gave you a knowing smile.

"Well let's get you ready! You don't want to leave Jensen waiting!" she said, walking over to the dress that was hanging there waiting for you.

You pulled your clothes off mindlessly, the nerves starting to take hold of you again. With shaking hands, you pulled the dress from Jessica's hand, pulling it over your head. It fit you well and looked good on you, even though it was more revealing than you were used to wearing.

The straps were thin, the neckline that was lined with lace dropped low, showing a little more cleavage than you were comfortable with, and it hugged your curves well, stopping just above your knees. It's cream, white color making your skin tone stand out a little more than it normally would, making you look a little darker than you really were.

"It looks great on you,Y/N." Jessica says. You stood there looking in the mirror. You were a little paler in the face than you'd like to be, and you knew that you had to get control of your emotions before you walked out there to be given away to Jensen.

Before you became his.

"Let's get that hair in order." Jessica laughed, as you made a face at your reflection in the mirror.

"It's a little too revealing." you say, the tone in your voice making her laugh.

"No it's not. You look great!" she said, pulling a brush through your hair as you reapplied your makeup.

You decided to just go with a light natural tone makeup as you were not really feeling pretty at the moment, even though the dress was pretty and expensive, and your hair was looking more like it had been brushed today.

Jessica had done an amazing job putting a loose curl in your hair, leaving it completely down, hanging loosely down your back.

You both pretty much worked in silence until you were done. Your nerves kept you from really feeling like talking.

"All done!" Jessica said, smiling at you in the mirror over your shoulder. "You're going to knock him on his ass girl."

You giggled at her little use of profanity. Jessica wasn't one of the girls that had been chosen for the arranged marriages, she came and went as she pleased. They all knew even though she was considered a little more worldly than they would have liked, that the two of you had been close since you were a very young age.

"Have you seen him yet? Did you see him when you came in? They said he was already here?" you asked, not liking how small your voice was.

Why was this so hard? This is what you had been raised for. This is what everyone had told you was the will of God. That God had brought Jensen back to you just when you needed him most. Another sign that this was God's will.

Still, you couldn't help how your hands trembled, and your stomach did flips at the thought of marrying the man that was sitting in the sanctuary with his family right now.

Waiting for you.

"No I haven't. They have the doors closed to the sanctuary. I think his family is here." she said, sitting down on the counter looking at you in earnest now.

"What if he doesn't like me Jessica? I'm not a supermodel, or an actor, or even really that pretty. I'm sure I'm nothing compared to the woman that he's spent the last 10 years of his life with. He's seen so much, and I've seen so little. What if he wants to give me back? What if he doesn't want to stay married to someone who looks like me?"

She put her hand up stopping you in your tracks.

"Firstly Y/N, that woman he was married to cheated on him with his best friend. It was all over everything when it happened. I doubt he wants you to be anything like her. Second, you are just as beautiful as her. Hell even more so. She was a skinny, dried up, overly botoxed bitch. Thirdly, he wouldn't be here if he hadn't given this a lot of thought. He doesn't want that crap from Hollywood. He wants you. He doesn't expect you to know all the mess that he knows, and he is fully aware of what he's getting. You know just as well as I do that there is no out on these marriages. When they say forever, they mean it."

"That's another thing that scares me. What if he hates me, and we're stuck together forever, or what if he's this evil person who only wants to use me for sex? Oh God...."

Jumping down off the counter she laughs and shakes you hard.

"Y/N, chill! He's not a freak, he's going to fall head over hills for you, you'll see, and as far as the sex... Well if my old man looked like what's waiting for you in that sanctuary, I wouldn't exactly be complaining.” she laughed.

"I haven't seen him since he left the church the last time. I don't even know what he looks like." you confessed to her.

"Well you're in for a pleasant surprise, because the man is hot!"

"Oh come on! You're not going to show me a picture of him at least!" you yell at her. She throws her head back and laughs at you as she checks her own makeup in the mirror.

"Nope. I wanna see the look on your face when you get a look at that ass." she said, smirking at you. There was one other thing you were worried about.

You'd never had sex with anyone before.

You were about to retaliate her little remark about his butt, when a knock on the door intruded into the conversation.

"Ladies are you ready?" Sister Burton said, opening the door just a crack, and looking in before entering.

"As I guess I'll ever be." you told her, taking a deep breath and sliding the shoes onto your feet before standing.

"He's waiting for you." she said, leading you and Jessica to the sanctuary doors. She pulled you close and linked her arm around you as the two of you walked.

"You promise to call me as soon as you guys decide to get out of the bed." she said, in a giggling whisper.

"Dude shut up, I'm nervous enough about that as it is." you whisper back to her, praying Sister Burton who was just a few feet away, couldn't hear your conversation as you all stopped outside the door.

"You will be fine. Everything is going to be okay, you'll see, trust me. Everyone is always talking all over the internet about how great a guy he is. I'm sure he will take good care of you." she said, pulling you into a tight hug. Sister Burton waited politely for you two to say goodbye privately.

Letting go of your best friend was the third hardest thing you'd done this week, but you let her go, and she took her place behind you. Waiting for the doors to open so that you could see him for the first time.

These weddings were usually traditional, but your case was special. Jensen had been married before, and your parents were gone. Also, it was very last minute, so there were no decorations, no pretty flowers, no church full of family and friends. Just beyond those doors you knew where just your soon to be husband and in-laws.

There would be no cake, no reception, no first dance, no daddy daughter dance you'd always dreamed of.

Just yourself, and your new ‘family’.

Shaking off all that, you looked at Sister Burton and nodded your head, letting her know you were ready. She nodded quietly back at you, giving you an encouraging smile.

Stepping forward she pulled the doors open in front of you, and stepped back quickly behind them. The faint talking you could hear in the sanctuary came to an abrupt halt, and silence filled the air, as everyone held their breaths.

Jensen's family had been situated off to the side.

Pastor Burton was standing on the floor in front of the pulpit shuffling through his bible, getting ready to perform the ceremony.

Jessica was behind you with her hand on your shoulder to let you know she was still there with you.

Sis. Burton made her way down the right side of the church, opposite where Jensen's family was seated.

You saw none of that though.

All you could see was him.

His beautiful olive green eyes staring into yours. A softness there you hadn't expected as his eyes searched your own. His perfectly combed hair. His perfectly trimmed light beard. Not thick and overgrown, but groomed perfectly to fit his strong jaw and breathtaking features.

The black suit and shirt hugged him perfectly. You could see some muscle defined even under the layers. His broad shoulders and chest took a deep heave as he sucked in a breath through his perfect plump pink lips.

Freckles lightly dusted over his beautiful skin. The man was absolutely gorgeous. Completely breathtaking.

"Y/N, come on hun he's waiting on you." Jessica whispered behind you and you realized that your legs had forgotten how to move, and you were just standing there staring at this man who was about to become your husband.

Forcing your feet to move, you started making your way down the row of pews toward him. He visibly breathed a sigh of relief when you started to make your way down to him. His beautiful eyes never leave yours. He looked almost as anxious as you felt.

It would be easy to get lost in eyes like those.

The walk down the isle seemed too short, and before you knew it you were standing before him.

He was taller than you remember. Though last time you'd seen him he definitely didn't look like that!

A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as he reached and gently took your hand in his, taking one step and closing the distance between you. Leaving only a small amount of space between your two bodies.

You could literally feel the heat coming from him. The smell of his cologne surrounded you. It was more comforting than you wanted to admit.

His hand on yours felt like it was sending an electric current through your arm, landing somewhere in your stomach. Your heart fluttered in your chest, and you have to keep reminding yourself how to breathe.

This wasn't normal, you shouldn't be feeling this. You don't know this man. Have you finally lost your mind? Too much stress taking its toll and you're not feeling what you think you're feeling?

His thumb started running little circles over the back of your hand in a way that was intended to be comforting. His eyes still searching yours. Time seemed to have momentarily stopped for you as you stared at each other.

Pastor Burton finally broke the connection that had inevitably developed between the two of you. Like a rope that was binding around you. Pulling you both closer to each other. Connecting your very souls.

Both of you looked over to him as he started.

"Dearly Beloved, we are assembled here in the presence of God, to join Y/n Y/L/N, and Jensen Ross Ackles, in holy marriage; which is instituted of God, regulated by His commandments, blessed by our Lord Jesus Christ, and behold in honor among all men. Let us therefore reverently remember that God has established, and sanctified marriage, for the welfare and happiness of mankind. Our Savior has declared that a man shall leave his father and his mother and cleave to his wife."

Jensen turned his attention back to you as Pastor Burton continued with the ceremony that you'd heard done so many times before, and pulled your other hand into his, giving it a small squeeze when he noticed how you were beginning to tremble. Even though you didn't know why you were shaking so much.

Your emotions were running at an all time high, and it was taking everything in you not to start bawling like a frightened child right there in front of everyone. The weight of everything, these huge life changing events that had happened to you this week crashing down on you as Pastor Burton began to speak. His words rang through your very soul. You wonder if they were having the same effect on Jensen, or if they were having any effect at all.

"By His apostles, He has instructed those who enter into this relation to cherish a mutual esteem and love; to bear with each other's infirmities and weaknesses; and to comfort each other in sickness, trouble, and sorrow; in honesty and industry to provide for each other, and for their household, in temporal things; to pray for and encourage each other in things which pertain to God; and to live together as the heirs of the grace of life."

As he closed the small black book that he was reading from, you hadn't noticed the silent tears that had started to fall until Jensen reached up and gently brushed them away, his own eyes swimming with emotions you didn't know him well enough to decipher.

"Jensen Ross Ackles, do you take Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part, according to God's holy law, in the presence of God who ordained this marriage."

"I do." His voice was loud and clearly rang through the sanctuary. Your heart was beating fast in your throat. You hoped that you could make your voice work.

"Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, do you take Jensen Ross Ackles, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part, according to God's holy law, in the presence of God who ordained this marriage."

Taking a deep breath and swallowing quickly to clear the lump that had formed in your throat. Your voice was trembling in earnest now. "I do."

Your own voice was a weak comparison to his. Though, if you were being honest, you were surprised you'd even got a sound to come out. Your emotions were so high right in that moment. Looking into his beautiful olive green eyes, you found it hard to concentrate.

"By the power vested in me by the Law and authority of God, and the state of Texas I now pronounce you Man and Wife. Jensen you may kiss your bride."

Jensen firmly placed his strong arm around you, pulling you flush against his broad chest, and putting a finger underneath your chin he coaxed you to look up at him. Your eyes meet his, feeling like he was looking directly into you; like there was nothing hidden and he could see everything, like you were in that moment bare before him.

Deliberately he lowered his lips to yours, brushing them over yours lightly in a sweet and gentle kiss.

You couldn't ignore how your heart stopped beating as soon as his lips touched yours, or how you wanted to melt into him, and just stay there forever. How his arms around you made you, in that moment, feel safer than you have since you got the dreadful phone call from the hospital notifying you of your parents passing.

All too quickly though he pulled away, although he still held you close to him with one arm, both of you turning to face the pastor as Jensen's family and Jessica excited the sanctuary.

This was it.

You belonged to him now.

Pastor Burton handed Jensen a pen, and he quickly signed the papers that were on the table in front of you, then turning, he handed the pen to you.

Looking down you noticed that all the witnesses had already signed the paperwork. You quickly signed your name in the required places, and then returned the pen to the pastor who was watching you closely.

"Y/n, we've taken the overnight bag that you'd packed today and placed it in Jensen's car." he said, looking at you like a father would look at his children before he charged them with something he was afraid that they wouldn't be able to do.

"You both know how this goes. You belong to him now. Your body is not your own, it's his by the law of God. You know what's expected of you both. This marriage needs to be consummated tonight. Don't wait. Don't deny your husband." he said to you. You fought against the embarrassment that creeped up in your gut.

You knew all these things. Why did he have to say all this in front of Jensen like you where just some sex object for Jensen's use, having no feelings of your own?

"Jensen congratulations." he said, shaking your now husband's hand. Jensen said nothing. Looking at Pastor Burton he shook his hand silently.

The pastor walked off, taking his leave to meet his wife at the back of the church in the office to no doubt go to file all the paperwork necessary to take to the courthouse for you both like he promised to do. Jensen stood there for a moment, gathering up your marriage license in his hand and turned his attention back to you.

Lacing your fingers in his own he pulled you toward the doors of the sanctuary. Not saying a word, he kept a firm grip on your hand as he went.

Your heart was pounding in your ears. Fear and anticipation of what was to come. Burton's words ringing loud in your ears now. "You belong to him now, your body is not your own."

Jensen opened the door for you, and led you out to a sleek black car that was waiting under the hang of the church. He opened the passenger door for you, and waited until you were fully seated before closing it and walking around to take his place in the driver's seat.

Once the door was closed, and the car's engine started he looked at you. His eyes and expression are softer than you thought they were going to be. He was surprisingly calm. Not in a rush to get you to the nearest bed like you thought he would be. The rain was pouring down just outside the hang of the church, the sound echoing loudly through the car. Reaching over he took your hand once again in his.

"Let's get out of here." he said. Leaning over, he brushed his lips against yours again.

It was a simple quick peck, but you couldn't deny even that simple action left a warm feeling deep in the center of your chest. His hand squeezed yours and his thumb ran comforting circles around the top of your hand as he put the car in drive and pulled it out into the pouring rain onto the main highway.

Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad. Maybe they were right and he was sent by God to save you after all, because right now, you couldn't deny that this was the first time that you didn't feel alone all week.

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youbloodymadgenius · 4 years

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Unexpected (Modern!Ivar x reader x OC)

A/N: This is my contribution to @waiting4inspiration‘s Stay Safe, Stay Home Writing Challenge. Hope you’ll like it, hun 💖

Please, stay safe, it’s far from over. Last night, at 10:30pm, my eldest daughter's teacher called me. Two teachers positive. School (about 1000 kids) closed until further notice.

Prompt in bold.

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Summary: You're about to spend a quiet evening with your friend Vero when the doorbell rings. Ivar...

Warnings: Implied FxF sex ; implied threesome.

Words: 2229

You pull back from Veronica's embrace just as the doorbell rings and your friend gives you a questioning look. "Did you invite somebody?"

Shaking your head, you frown slightly, getting up off the couch. Handing her the remote, you sigh. "Might as well go see who it is."

Squinting through the peephole, you let out a gasp of surprise before opening the door. "Ivar," you greet your unexpected visitor, "everything okay? What are you doing here?"

A sly smirk on his lips, Ivar shrugs. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thought I'd come to see you. This isn't a bad time, is it?" Raising an eyebrow, he points behind him with his thumb. "I can leave if you want me to. It's no big deal." He then tilts his head to one side as his eyes wander over your body. "Though it would be a shame…" He says cockily, glancing down again to your tiny shorts.

"Ivar!" Suddenly hyper aware you are basically standing in the hallway of your apartment building, half-naked, you turn beet red, fumbling with the bottom of your shirt and pulling it down in a fruitless attempt to hide your upper thighs. "You know I'm not alone, right?"

As he just nods, you furrow your brows, an idea popping into your mind. "Did you get my letter?"

§§§

Ivar (Dear Ivar, My dear Ivar, I don't really know how to begin… You know what? I'll stick to 'Ivar', everything else sounds too weird!),

I bet you're wondering why I'm writing to you. And if I know you, you're probably thinking it's so twenty-century-ish. You are right but guess what? I don't care.

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Looking down at you with a wry smile on his face, he shrugs and takes out of his jacket pocket a sheet of paper, on which you can clearly see your neat handwriting. "It would seem so, don't you think?"

His amused tone does nothing to calm your nerves and you wince, your heart speeding up until you feel it pounding in your throat. "And?" Biting your lower lip, you hold your breath, waiting for his answer.

"Well..,” he chuckles, "I'd say it's so twenty-century-ish."

Rolling your eyes, you heave an exasperated sigh. "You know that's not what I meant." Ivar keeps quiet as he locks his sparkling eyes on yours and you can't help but insist. "Please, Ivar, tell me what you think. Seriously!" You cringe at your begging tone, a dead giveaway that his opinion matters more than you'd like.

"You're no fun, Y/N!” Ivar pouts for one second, then seems to realize how tense you are. "I don't understand why you didn't tell me earlier,"he frowns, "but I'm glad you eventually did."

"You're not mad?" That's really a load off your mind and you're immediately breathing better.

§§§

I have something to tell you. Actually, I tried several times, but to no avail. Hope it'll be easier in writing…

You know about my friend Veronica, right? She was my roommate during my Erasmus semester in Spain, five years ago. I told you she was coming to visit me this week. That part is true, but I wasn't completely honest with you. There's more to it…

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Ivar's face softens as his hand grazes yours, your fingers intertwining for just one moment. "Why would I be?" Giving you a sweet smile, he cocks his head questioningly.

"I… I thought that…" Sputtering, you inhale deeply. "I didn't tell you the whole truth, did I? I… thought you'd be upset…" Running nervously a hand through your hair, you look down, shy and uncomfortable.

§§§

I know we're not in an exclusive relationship, yet I know what we promised each other. That's why I feel awful about that… Because of course, the longer I wait, the harder it gets…

§§§

For two years, Ivar had been your lover's younger brother. Hvitserk and Ivar got along well, but even though they were family, they didn't run in the same circles. Different friends, different interests. Actually, during those two years, Ivar was always with his fiancée, a very blond, very pretty and very venal fucking bitch you couldn't stand. Freydis. Even her name rubs you up the wrong way.

Anyway… So, for two years, you had only occasionally met Ivar, mostly at family gatherings. And then, ten months ago, both of your love lives had been shattered, almost simultaneously. As you randomly found out Hvitserk had never stopped sleeping with Margrethe – Ivar's and Hvitserk's older brother's wife – Ivar caught Freydis fucking the gardener of the Lothbrok's estate. It had brought you closer together, as you spent nights drinking, cursing your former lovers and crying over your broken dreams, each of you drowning in each other's sorrow. You ended up finding comfort in each other's presence, and one thing led to another, you began sleeping together, rarely at first, more regularly for a month or two.

From the beginning, things had been clear between the two of you. No exclusivity, no commitment, as you were both emotionally scarred and totally not ready. However, an important rule had been established from the start: no lies, no secrets, no dirty tricks. A complete transparence at all times, in order to preserve your friendship – yes, you had become friends – at all costs.

Ivar giggles. He fucking giggles. "Love, that's a tiny white lie, an omission, you know? I can live with that. What I don't get is, why were you so afraid of telling me?" No mischief in his eyes. Ivar seems genuinely curious, prepared to hear your answer, whatever it is.

Relieved yet a bit embarrassed, you bow your head, feeling suddenly childish. Why didn't you tell him? It's nothing to be ashamed of. Plus you didn't do – and are not doing – anything wrong. So yeah, why? "I'm… I'm not sure, Ivar. I suppose… I thought… Maybe…" Chewing on your cheek, you suck in a ragged breath while collecting your thoughts. "I didn't know how you'd react. We never talked about… this kind of things, you know…"

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Okay, here goes. When I met Veronica, I was single and so was she. We were young and carefree, always up for anything. Vero was bubbly, self-confident, straightforward and quite fascinating. And so, so beautiful.

I don't remember how it happened the first time.What I do remember, however, is the softness of her skin and the smooth roudness of her breasts. (How wonderful a woman’s breast is! Right, guess you know that.)

After that first time, there were others. Many others. In the end, my Erasmus semester had been peppered with a lot of kissing, touching, caressing… And so much tenderness… That was fantastic.

From then on, whenever we see each other again, and as long as we're both single, we don't resist. Not a chance. Why should we?

Well, here we are! Now you know my "big secret.” I didn't have the guts to say it in person, that's why I chose to write. Because even though you and I aren't really in a relationship – or not in that kind of relationship, and you know what I mean – we promised to be fully honest with each other, and I didn’t feel like I had been.

Because I never told you about Vero, or the fact that I'm bisexual. It's obviously what I am. Quite frankly, I don't know. Maybe. Possibly. Truthfully, I don't care. Labels shouldn't matter, don't you agree? To me at least, they don't.

Anyway, now you know. Please, try to be understanding and non-judgemental. And forgive me for not saying anything earlier. I'll be glad to still be your friend, you know?

Talk soon,

Y/N.

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"We never talked about this kind of thing?” Ivar mumbles, repeating your words. "It would have been pointless. There was just nothing to talk about!" His nostrils flare and he clearly struggles to restrain a growing anger. "Fuck Y/N! I can't believe you think so little of me. It is well known that Sigurd fucks more men than women, isn't it? And I'm pretty sure my father was once in love with a man. A fucking Christian priest! You really thought I was that closed-minded that you playing stink fingers with a girl would shock me?"

Quirking your brows, you shrug, wincing slightly. "I… Sorry Ivar… I thought… I don't know what… I… huh… I was… scared… or maybe… I… Shit!" Stopping your rambling, you pull yourself together, inhaling deeply while rubbing your sweaty palms up and down your bare thighs. "Guess I don't know you so well. After all, we sleep together and sling mud at our unfaithful exes, but that's it. There are a lot of things we've never talked about and yes, I was scared. Yet, I should have known better, you're probably right. I've been silly, haven't I?"

A half-smile tugs at his lips, and he nods. "Yes, you might say that."

You can see his face is still tense, but his tone, much to your relief, is playful, which gives you the courage to ask another question. "Still friends, then?"

"Of course. I wouldn't be here otherwise." Reaching out, his right hand cups your face, his thumb stroking lightly your cheek. Ivar is sometimes so soft, it's disarming.

"I'm glad." You're not lying. Ivar is important to you, has a special place in your life. You would have been disappointed if he was less accepting.

Wrapping your fingers around his, you stand on your tippy toes, giving him a quick peck right under his cheekbone. "Thank you. And now…,” you clap your hands, your face breaking into a wide grin, "are you finally going to tell me what you're doing here?"

"I will," Ivar begins before shifting his weight from one foot to the other still leaning heavily on his crutch, "but won't you let me in?" Gesturing to his legs, he groans, tilting his head. "Or are you going to leave the poor cripple on your doorstep? How rude!"

You burst out laughing, rolling your eyes. "You know using your disability that way is a shame?" Still, you can't help but feel guilty when you see him stifling a wince, trying not to show his pain. "Okay Ivar, come in." Stepping aside to let him in, you scratch your head, confused. You still don't know what he's doing here.

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The awkward small talk is unsettling. Frowning, you take your seat on the couch next to Veronica after getting Ivar a beer, who is now comfortably seated in an armchair.

"So, what is it you really want, Ivar?" You ask growing annoyed at this point. As much as you like him, you'd rather spend your night in Vero's arms than chitchatting with her and your current "bedfellow.”

Ivar doesn't open his mouth for a long time, an impish smile lingers on his lips. Tilting his chin up, he finally clears his throat. "Kiss her." His hoarse, bossy voice – his sex voice – catches you off guard, sending shivers through your spine. "Excuse me?" You murmur, your hand gripping Vero's.

"That's what I want. That's why I came. Kiss her." As he suggestively licks his lips, your eyes widen, a familiar warmth spreading in your lower belly. Knowing that Vero is anything but bashful, you give her a meaningful look, pleased as you can see desire in her dark, dilated eyes. Immediately leaning forward, you brush your lips against hers, your tongue parting them almost instantaneously, invading and claiming her mouth. Soft moans escape your lips as Vero deepens the kiss and you close your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the moment.

"We can do better than that," Vero mutters, her teeth nibbling on your earlobe, "if he wants a show, we'll give him a show. It would be rude to deny him, don't you think?" Without waiting for your answer, she slips a hand under your shirt, gently pushing it up, running her fingertips over your breasts as you wrap your arm around her waist, bringing her closer.

Catching your attention, Ivar lets out a low, appreciative growl, his expression unreadable. He's aroused, the bulge in his pants is obvious, but does he want more? Remembering that time when you sent Vero a pic of him, and how she was screaming over the phone about how hot he was, you know she wouldn't mind. She wouldn't mind at all.

"Care to join us?" You blink at him, making sure he can see your fingers sliding under her panties. When he doesn't answer and looks unsure, a faint frown creasing his forehead, you slowly get off the couch, kissing Vero one last time and then cross the room. Kneeling down in front of him, you reach out, putting your hand on his groin and squeezing his hard cock. You can hear Vero stand up, "Yes Ivar, join us please.” You make sure you whisper so that only he can hear you. "I promise, you won't have to take your pants off if you don't want to."

His nod brings a beaming smile to your face and you grab his hand as Veronica joins the two of you. Brimming with excitement, you lead them up to your bedroom, wordlessly, your heart hammering in your chest.

This is unexpected and definitely not how you planned to spend the night. But you won't complain. It's a thousand times better.

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honeyyvee · 4 years

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THE WALLS

Rating; Explicit.

Pairing; Yoongi x Reader.

Genre; smut.

Words; 4.2 k

Summary; Tension between you and your hot, next-door neighbor comes to a climax when his antagonizing you is taken too far by bringing pot brownies to your little Church’s Juvenile Choir Valentine’s get-together.

Content Warnings; innadecuate drug use, explicit sex scenes, degradation, degradation talk, fingering, oral sex, mentions of underage drug use, mentions of religious themes, reference/implied cheating.

Notes; this was inspired by a Chase Atlantic song by the same title... basically pwp with little plot. I may write a sequel to this if people like it uwu enjoyy

It's a dark kind of feeling that pulls you to him at first. Min Yoongi is just that kind of guy. Black jeans, black leather, pale skin, resting bitch face, and an attitude to go with it. His quiet, brooding nature fools everyone into thinking he's more mysterious than he actually is. But you know the truth, and it's such a much simpler answer.

The truth is he's a—

"Bitch! Min Yoongi is a little bitch, and I'm going to rip his limbs apart one by one this very instant, just wait," you seethe through your teeth, next to a stunned Park Jimin. There's a weird aftertaste in your mouth, after having had a half piece of one of his horrible brownies. Pot brownies.

You march away from the kitchen counter, ignoring the sweet timbre of Jimin's voice calling your name over the jazz playlist you've specifically curated for the occasion. It's not a long way until you reach the hallway, turning to knock on the first door on the left with contained anger. Oh, Min Yoongi will hear you. The door to the room opens, and you are met with the expanse of his chest.

"Whatever is wrong with you?" You push into the firm planes of flesh and bone.

The boy let's himself stumble backwards, into the darkness.

"You'll have to be specific on that one." Yoongi flashes a set of pearly teeth that gets your blood pumping in your ears.

"Pot brownies? Really?" you accuse, with a raised eyebrow.

Yoongi's low chuckle reverberates in your chest. Stirs something dark within.

In yet another effort to antagonize you, your hot next-door neighbor has spiked the fruit punch and fed pot brownies to the attendees of your little Valentine's Church Choir get-together.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Your hand shots out in the darkness to grab for his wrist, but finds his warm palm instead. It remains slack in your hold, so you tug at it, bringing the brunette into the light of the hallway.

"Explain that." You point at the people sprawled on the living room's couches.

Yoongi lazily scans the area pointed by your finger. A couple of his younger, fellow choir mates are sprawled on the couch and on the floor. Spaced out, engaged in hushed conversation, staring at the ceiling while laughing to themselves on occasion... leaning against whatever surface is able to hold them steady. The board games are scattered through the floor, in the background someone's playing the latest version of Just dance, terribly uncoordinated.

It's a shit show. And it's your shit show, because the Valentine's get-together was your idea. Jimin offered his house as the place to do it, and you had accepted. Fully knowing it to be the habitat of an entire Min Yoongi. Shame on you. You should’ve known better. Yoongi’s and Jimin’s parents had coincidentally went out of town at the very last minute, to visit an old friend of the family who had fallen ill. An unchaperoned party, with the presence of Min Yoongi, was the setting for disaster.

"Some are minors, Yoongi" you grit through your teeth. "Their parents will come pick them up at eleven o'clock and what will we do then?" The minority of the choir are of age, like yourself, Jimin, Yoongi and a couple others like yourself who are in their early twenties... but most are, 16-ish, 17-ish, minors. When parents come to pick up their children at 11 o'clock sharp, all they’re going to think is that it was you who set the trap for them to fall prey of sin. When in reality, you’re just a victim of the circumstances. Namely, Min Yoongi.

Yoongi does not respond, but instead stares. His dark, hooded eyes pin you into place. It registers a little too late, that his thumb's caressing the side of your hand.

"We?" His hold tightens around yours.

It's a treacherous feeling, the one that brews in your chest as your heart swells and skips a beat at the contact. It reminds you too much of simpler times, when you were both children and weren't at each other's throats. When Yoongi's way of comforting you would be to hold hands, playing with your fingers.

You know it shouldn't be that way anymore. Because he's not who he used to be since his mother’s passing, and neither are you since he drifted away from you. He's not someone your strict parents would approve of, as he is now. They want you with someone like his step-brother, Jimin. And that’s just what is going on now, you’ve already gone in a date with the sweet blonde boy. Because you know in your heart of hearts that you deserve, and should be with someone like him. Clean, nice and proper. Not the definition of sin that is Min Yoongi. The bad boy cliché. With his inked skin, leather clothes, bad habits, and underground life.

“Stop.” You yank away your hand, as if burning. The most pressing feeling at the front of your mind should be being mad at him, cussing him out for doing something so wrong and so stupid. Handing out pot brownies at a Christian get-together?

"I didn’t bring those. It wasn’t me.”

As if you would buy that after years of sick little jokes like whoopee cushions, laxants, and spilled wine. Inexplicably however, the flames of ire have dozed off to tiny, crackling embers. There's a dawning haze that's clouding your mind with each passing second, an unsettling numbness of your nerves. Your eyelids feel heavy over your eyes, it’s almost like you’re looking at him through your eyelashes. Your arms cross over your chest in a nonverbal cue of I’m not buying your bullshit, and Yoongi’s eyes follow the movement. His dark gaze boring like he can see through cloth.

“One of the guys asked me for a number, and I gave it to him.” His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, and soon, you realize, you’re too close to each other for comfort. It’s an invisible force of magnetism that draws and repels you two. “Unbelievable as it may seem to you, it wasn’t me. I simply gave them what they wanted, it’s their decision from there. And I'm the bad guy?"

“They’re 16 and above. They’re children. They don’t know what they want.” You snort.

“And, do you? Do you know what you want?” Yoongi presses forward. You stumble backwards, until your back hits the wall. “Why are you so insistent in looking for reasons to hate me?”

You draw in a sharp breath. “Because you make it so easy. It’s almost like you want me to hate you.”

“But what do you want?” His boots close the distance between your bodies with soft thumps. Nearly drown out the own drumming of your pulse in your ears.

“Do you want to hate me? Or…” The air gets heavier by the second, as his body presses against you, you feel the tent of his denim pants poking your lower belly. You feel like drowning. Need some fresh air.

“N-no.” You push him off you. Scattering to the opposite side of the hallway, where the door exposes a sliver of the dark insides of what you assume to be Min Yoongi’s lair. There’s something wrong with your arms and legs. Their movement feels sluggish, as so feels your head. The words slip from your lips before you can stop them.

“I never know what I want when it comes to you.”

Min Yoongi's dark, slender figure stares at you for far too long, mulling your words over in his head, a little too out of it. “Why not find out yourself then?”

Blood rushes to your head so quick your vision spins. Yoongi’s keeping more distance now, but his presence still looms over you. His delicious scent clings around you. It all feels like an out of body experience, when you open your mouth to retort half-heartedly.

“Don’t misunderstand, Min Yoongi. I do not want to fuck you.” Your voice wavers, but you hold your stance still. “You must think you are hot shit, walking and talking around like a jackass. That I will fall for your act like so many. Well, you’re not who you’ve convinced yourself, and your new little friends, you are. Gloss.”

This is not about the pot brownies, or the stunned boys and girls on the couch anymore. This is a one on one between your lost friend of infancy and you. In the spur of the moment, your mouth makes the executive decision to bring the big guns before your brain has time to process what you're saying.

“And I’m tired of this…” you wave your hands at the air. “This half-assed, bad boy, womanizer cliché. You think your mother would want this for you?"

Yoongi's deceased mother. Tragically lost in a fire accident Yoongi still blames himself for to this day. You are an asshole.

"Well, maybe I want it," Yoongi deadpans. "Have you ever thought about that?" No, you think, you couldn't ever possibly have. You don't want to. Yoongi's voice's barely above a whisper, but there's a growl to his words as he spits them spitefully. "Maybe I want you to hate me, and for everyone to stay the fuck away, because I'm a fucking mess."

You trip over your own words in an attempt to placate him."That's not true! You're so much more than what you think of yourself." Your hand instinctively reaches for him in the dim hallway. Yoongi does not take it, neither do you try to actually grasp him.

"And how would you know?" Yoongi glowers. "You're not even sure about yourself. Playing the good little girl, who follows the rules, stays on line and never does wrong. Always following someone else's orders, wishes and expectations… tell me ____ when was the last time you did something for yourself? Something selfish?"

You're stunned into silence. Around you, the air buzzes with ballooning tension. it feels as though if you open your mouth, bat an eye, take a single breath… it will all burst in your face. Yoongi snorts at your lack of response, takes your silence as yielding.

"Right. Don't lecture me about existential questions like you're so above them." Yoongi scoffs. His chest puffs out ever so slightly as he crosses his arms, his posture straightens, resulting in an enticing show of his towering over you. "I’m an artist. That much I know. And you?” He lazily motions with a hand. “Take out choir and your religious devotion and who are you, besides a prideful, self righteous prude?”

Your cheeks swell with hot embarrassment. There's no preparing for the comeback your brain sputters out as a result of your wounded ego and numbed out senses.

“Whether you are a girl or a boy my tongue will make you cum? Please. Those are the words of an artist?" It's probably not your wittiest response. Not the smartest, really. It presents too many, too graphic, questions. And how come you recall those specific lyrics, from that specific song you've listened him practice that one time? The answer, well...

Yoongi shrugs. A contempt smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I take pride in my craft."

Of foucking course he does.

There's not a single coherent thought in mind. Not a single rational one, when Min Yoongi is standing so close before you, wrapped in that forbidden fruit allure. With his soft black hair, leather jacket, intoxicating smell, and stupid, perfectly pouty lips. If your next actions are reckless in nature, you can blame it on the pull that heightens the dark feelings brewing in your chest. The feelings that have always been there, ready to spill.

"You're too much bark and no bite," you taunt. Fully conscious of where it'll take you.

"False," Yoongi mouths.

"Well, fuck it. I'll be the judge of that."

It's an all over the place situation, or so it feels like, when you pounce on Min Yoongi and lure him into the darkness beyond the open door of the hallway. It's an entanglement of numb limbs and lips. There's several bites on your side. His lips are small but plush, the delicate shape of his mouth too innocent looking to fulfill the promise of its abilities. The taste of him in your mouth has unleashed a ravenous need never felt before. You break the skin to taste all of him. You want it all, the blood, the sweat and tears.

His beautiful hands are all over your breasts, under your shirt. Petting, feeling, marking. There are rough and callous edges to his fingers, the sensation of them on your skin and his mouth on your pulse is aphrodisiacal. You're too loose with the sounds that leave your mouth, too responsive. The expanse of Yoongi's hands travel your torso until your blouse is off. Skin on skin contact makes you feel like putty in his hold.

Some way or the other, both of you fall onto the bed intertwined. It knocks the air out of your lungs, but the weight of him over you feels marvelous. Right between your legs, that's where it feels he has always meant to be.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this." Yoongi confesses between scattered kisses to your clavicle.

"Yeah, you neither," you gasp. The tips of his fingers are teasing the button of your jeans. Your hands, previously intertwined in Yoongi's soft tendrils of hair, reach between your bodies and pop open the button themselves.

"Let's see if you really are more bite than bark," you pant.

Your jeans are swept from your legs in a blink, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. The skin of your thighs prickles with goosebumps at the sudden exposure. Yoongi does not say anything in response to your taunt, but conveys a promise in the dark glint of his feline eyes. The weight of the situation is lost on you, in your heightened state of senses. Through the thickness of the lust and fog enveloping your mind, you are vaguely aware that you are high because of the brownies, but so is Yoongi. You're both on even ground.

Yoongi's fingertips thread lightly over the inner part of your thighs in tentative up and down motions, coaxing your legs to open further for him. It's a natural response of your body, as is the gushing of your pussy, clenching on itself in anticipation. Your panties are ruined, soaked through. Yoongi's hands reach higher and higher, until they are at the edge of the flimsy piece of clothing.

Yoongi hums in contemplation. "So wet already." The pad of his thumbs hook in the lacy edges of your panties, your breath catches in your throat. Yoongi chuckles. "I haven't even properly touched you."

There's a still moment, charged with pent up anticipation, when one of his fingers finally touches you through the soaked cloth. Yoongi's index and middle fingers run over your labia in a teasing dance. The added friction of the wet material is a welcomed sensation. But he stops short of your clit every time. Purposely so. He's teasing.

Your hips squirm in response, looking for that needed friction in that particular spot. There's a whine that must resemble his name, caught between your teeth and tongue.

"Let me hear you," he rasps.

You'll be damned if you do.

Your expression must give your thoughts away because soon enough Yoongi's changing tactics. Your panties are slipped off your legs to your ankles. Yoongi's transparent hands are prying your legs further apart with scary resolve. He dives into your sex with the most breathtaking gaze of lust you've ever seen. His tongue pokes out to wet his lips, an imminent threat.

It's starts with an open-mouthed, hot kiss to your lips that has you clenching the sheets beneath your fingers. Yoongi's tongue alternates from there with sucking and licking your sensitive inner folds and swollen clit with varying degrees of intensity. The building ecstasy of his ministrations, courses through your body, from your core to the tips of your toes. It's impossible to restrain the ragged, audible breaths that leave your mouth at the sinful sweeping of Min Yoongi's tongue. You are so close to throwing pride out of the damned window…

Through your lust fogged mind though, a little sliver of pride shines through, reminding you what your little 'misstep' is all about. You are not about inflating this asshole's ego. Even if he kind of has sensible reasons to think so highly of himself… (not that you would ever admit to that). So you bite your lip and stifle any and all sounds of pleasure. Even if your eyeballs threaten to roll their way back to your skull as his tongue flattens against your clit. In the dark of your mind you swear you actually see stars.

An involuntary groan crawls through your throat. You can feel Yoongi smirking against your sensitive skin. He seems to notice your holding back. The silent, issued challenge. A light chuckle reverbates in the back of his throat. The puff of cool air that leaves his nose as he halts his ministrations, tickles your sensitive core, sends a shiver through your whole body. His fingertips circle patterns over the most sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

Yoongi is a man of few words, but it doesn't matter, as everything he wants to communicate in this moment he can do through his expression alone. The slight curve of his lips and glint of amusement in his eyes read, Still not admitting defeat?

Your panting, laboured breaths, and contained expression of pleasure easily give you away. But Min Yoongi is a proud little piece of shit; he demands an explicit, spoken admission of your defeat. He sets his mind to accomplish the goal. His tongue circles, teases your hole, before the hot muscle plunges inside you. You're a goner.

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull shut, with an appreciative groan. Yoongi's fingers trace the inside of your labia with feather-like touches that have your thighs clenching around his face. You're dripping onto the bed by now, and Yoongi's face and hands are covered in your juices. You're close, you're so close you could cry.

Your hands find purchase on soft tendrils of black hair, and tug. Pride be damned, you pull him closer to your aching core, and whine his name. You need him to touch you, to press on the exposed bundle of nerves that ache for the attention of his fingers. He's stopped moving his tongue inside of you, barely touching you... You're very well about to lose your mind with how much you need to get your release.

Yoongi's dark eyes flick up to you, pierce through yours with heavy intention. He raises an eyebrow in silent prompt, you have to say it. You cave in.

"Please Yoongi, please, just—! Fuck me, fuck me with your tongue, fuck!" You buck your hips, thrashing about, on the border of tears.

He holds your gaze as he fucks you with his tongue. One hand mindlessly petting your swollen labia and clit, the other one holding your bucking hips into place. Your eyes shut closed with the lewd image of Yoongi burning your mind. You feel your orgasm building up by the intermittent convulsions of your inner walls, reaching the point of no return as Yoongi retreats his tongue from your cunt and sits back to watch you writhe at his lack of attention. One hand strokes your inner thigh, as the other mercilessly rubs your clit until you feel like bursting. Your breath gets caught in your throat.

"Cum" he rasps, breathless himself.

And you snap. You cum with a cry that could easily be heard down the hallway. You can't care less about it though, as your body convulses and spams with abandon in pure ecstasy. Your eyes close as you ride the high, spasming around Yoongi's hand. It feels like you're falling and falling into an all consuming void. You let yourself melt into the mattress. He's caressing your cunt, gathering your slick in his fingers. Your hole is leaking with juices that run down your ass into the bed.

Yoongi's staring at you with the darkest eyes you've ever seen. His breathing is ragged, as he brings his hand up to examine his work. The collection of your glistening juices drips from his fingers onto your belly, and you wince. The bulge of his erection straining against his jeans catches your attention, your mouth waters, and your thighs clench. You briefly wonder if Yoongi is going to ask for some kind of retribution from you, which honestly speaking, you wouldn’t mind. Even if you are an inexperienced virgin, you convince yourself, you've watched enough porn through your restless nights to have a vague idea of what to do with that.

Yoongi's attention drifts back to you, as his hooded eyes pierce through yours. He comes closer, hovering over your body; presents his slick-covered fingers before your face. Your cheeks flush red with embarrassment at the lewd evidence of the events transpired between the two of you.

"Open up."

It’s embarassing how readily you give in to his demand. His voice, breathless but commanding, makes your insides tremble at the sound. You open your mouth, extending your tongue without complaint for him. It feels like an out of body experience. Like someone else has taken control over your body, and you are just a vessel for pleasure.

"Mmn… I love hearing you," Yoongi purrs. His voice sounds far away. "Maybe next time you can stop being such a prideful prude and let me hear more of you." He smirks, and gives you a wet kiss. You groan into it.

"N-next time?" you stutter. "Aren't you getting way ahead of yourself, Min?" There are actually high chances of a next time happening, but he doesn't need to know that.

Yoongi shrugs, stupid, smartass smirk in place. His hand moves further down, two fingers slipping inside your cunt. They curl inside you, rubbing at just the perfect spot, producing a choked out whine from the back of your throat. Yoongi's slender fingers mercilessly pump in and out of your slick hole, all the way to the knuckle and out to the tips of his fingers. Yoongi's eyes are fixed on you, your eyelids flutter in an effort to keep your eyes open. This is not a loving fuck, this is a stress-relief, frustration-driven, fuck. And you try very hard to keep that thought at the front of your mind when Yoongi's eyes glint at you with the slightest hint of affection. Your pussy is throbbing with sensitivity, yet you feel so close to orgasm it only riles you up and further. You whine and curse, and buck into his sinful hand with abandon. You need his thumb on your clit, his mouth, anything.

You're about to voice out your desire when the increasingly loud squelching sounds produced by the pumping of Yoongi's fingers catch your attention. They are embarrassingly lewd and loud to say the least. You briefly wonder if they'll be heard across the thin walls, only for a groan to be ripped out of your throat as Yoongi's hand thrusts hard into your hole.

"Look at you, so dirty and wet for me." Thrust. "Moaning and whining like a whore." Thrust.

"No one would guess it from that pretty face" Yoongi smirks ", but you're just another good girl who wants to get the good fucked out of her." Thrust.

There's an incoherent retort slipping from your blabbering tongue before Yoongi's hot mouth envelopes your swollen clit, pinching it for what it's worth, and you burst. Your head falls back with a groan, as your eyes screw shut. Your hands find purchase in Yoongi's locks of wavy black hair, your tighs bucking and thrashing into his lapping mouth. He grips your thighs and caresses the sensitive skin in long, patient motions. Yoongi laps your release with lazy, soft kitten licks. It's still too much to handle for your overstimulated, battered cunt.

"Stop." You tug at his hair with a whine.

Yoongi chuckles. "Enough?" There's another meaning, a hidden intention, behind the simple question. It extends a much more complicated, compromising offer. Does this stop now, or do you want more of this in the future?

You turn away from the intensity of his gaze, only to find yourself face to face with a portrait of Jimin's smiling face. It's a picture of him smiling alongside you, to be precise. The portrait you gifted him for his birthday. It dawns on you. This is Jimin's bedroom. As you come down from your high, you find a mix of guilt and thrill brewing in your chest. Is that what Eve felt when tasting the forbidden fruit? You let Yoongi have oral sex with you in Jimin's bedroom. The guy you are seeing. His step-brother. It should feel revolting.

Surprisingly, though... You like it. You are inebriated with the taste of the prohibited, and do not want to let go. You realize it as you stare back into those dark, all-consuming pools. You can't go back. You don't want to go back.

You like the darkness inside the walls.

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@sinriddcn

As a little girl Lissandra would play wedding all the time with her sister being the groom to take her hand in marriage and let me tell you, it drove Lucia crazy at times but she endured it. As the Trager girl gotten older though she became less interested in marriage and figured it wouldn’t be in her table with the life she lived, especially living so close to not one but two motorcycle clubs and Lissandra? She had well established connections with 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 Sons of Anarchy and Mayans. So due to the life Lissandra grew up in, she made a vow to never get with a man who wears a cut just so she wouldn’t endanger her life even more than it needs to be. Of course as fate would have it that is who exactly Lissandra Trager fell head over heels for -- 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘈𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘻. That man came in and swooped the woman off her feet. First he was a sneaky link that she eventually her heart grew feelings for to which Lucia swears that organ lives in her vagina. It hadn’t been a full six months in of them two dating when his life became threatened and out pop the question Lissandra thought she would never get asked.

'𝒀𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓.'

Her saying those words to the wounded Sargant was a mere two months ago and Lissandra was getting her dream wedding on the beach. Due to her personality and the way she is, many people were shocked to learn it would be a small wedding with only members of the cut, their significant others and close friends would be attending. Then again ... her definition of small is different from the normal definition. With Lucia as her bridesmaid and a direct line to Tig and Venus’s bank account, Lissandra began to plan like crazy and now she was about to walk down to her future in the beach wedding she planned with him by her side. Standing in front of the mirror one last time the bride looked at the 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 she wore as it beautiful shaped her curves and didn’t hide the figure puberty blessed her with and the 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑? Oh it was gorgeous. “What do you think Dad?” Lissandra turned around to face the man who held tears in his eyes. “Why baby girl you look goddamn beautiful and Rafey is one lucky son of a bitch.” His wife, Venus stood beside him and she gently nudged the man from his slue of curse words that fell from his mouth all at once. A giggle escaped the bride’s lips and she gives him a quick peck on his freshly shaved face. “You think you’re ready to give me away?” She knew what the answer was. Tig raised her without the help of her mother and with both Venus and Lucia by his side. She was actually the only daughter he was able to have a relationship with and Lissandra wouldn’t trade it for the world. Peering around the curtain, the bride caught Freya and Christian getting to the altar and immediately Lissandra knew it was her turn to walk down. “Ready kiddo?” Tig asks hers, tearing her away from the nerves she felt. Was this her getting cold feet? Hell no. Rafael is her future and she didn’t want to mess up their big day. Thousands of questions was running through her mind. Does he really want this? Will he like how I look? She hadn’t been this nervous since asking Rafael to be his old man. “ ... You think I’m making a mistake Daddy?” The bride asks almost in like a child like manner as Tig took her arm into his. “Oh sweet heart no,” her father’s expression soft. “I use to dream about what kind of man you would be with and I couldn’t think of anyone better than Rafael himself -- I know he will take care of you and I trust him with you.” His words brought serenity to the storm instead of her, but it didn’t stop the butterflies in her stomach from going crazy.

Turning around the corner Lissandra felt her heart beat faster than it ever has before seeing Rafael stand there at the altar, dressed all in black with his cut on his back. Even though her eyes stayed on him as she began her walk, there were cuts all around them of both Sons of Anarchy and Mayans from different charters across the states -- hell, the Manchester charter was in attendance with a few members of the IRA standing in the crowd to witness this celebration of Rafael and Lissandra’s love for another another. Though from the corner of her eye she saw the candles lit and it was burning ever so brightly for those who were not there in attendance, of those in their lives of who have passed on and two names stuck out like a sore thumb.

‘𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐀𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐳, 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚, 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 ‘

'𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 ... 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫.'

Even though she never truly got to know Armando, Lissandra knew how much Rafael treasured the man even though he recently came to learning the truth of his lineage he still saw the late man as his father. Before she could realize it the bride became pulled out of her thoughts as they came to a stop and the Pastor began to speak. “Who gives this bride away today?” His voice loud and clear for all those in attendance to hear. Her chocolate eyes look over to Tig’s dark blue hues to see tears of joy in them and being the stubborn man he is known to be, he fought them hard as he spoke. “I do, sir -- I, Alexander Trager give away Lissandra,” he turns to face her and gives her a kiss on her forehead one last time. “my baby girl.” With that Lissandra let go of him and stood before Rafael, she found her hands in his and she gripped them gently. “Te ves muy guapo ... Papi.” The bridge gave him a quick wink when saying that. She had become fluent in speaking Spanish finally and it was all thanks to the man before her. This was her dream, the smell of the ocean filling the air, the soft warm breeze and the sight of the sun setting into the sea was a sight for the books.

#》 ♡ LISSANDRA - STARTER ; don’t put me in a position where i gotta show you how cold my heart can get --

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xxisxxisxxis · 4 years

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Gateway Drug | Part Seventy-Two--Part 2

Part Seventy-Two--Part 1

"Good girl." Nikki praises me when I move up and down on his cock, my back arched while he stands on his knees, fucking me from behind--well, technically I'm fucking him, he's at a standstill watching in awe.

I look back at him, tugging my lip into my mouth to keep from screaming when he grabs at my hips and goes back to pounding into me, evidence of me already coming twice, running down my thighs.

He continues to hit that spot in me that makes my eyes roll back and my hands ball up in the sheets.

"Nikki, I--" I can't finish, a tear rolling down my cheek because of how good I feel right now.

His hand reaches down and his fingers brush against my clit, making me tighten around him even more, my face burying in the sheets as I cry out in ecstacy.

"Are you gonna come?" He asks me and I nod, spreading my legs as wide as I can, my soaked pussy hungry for every inch.

He chuckles to himself before he pulls out of me, making me whine.

Before I can ask what's wrong, he's pushing me over to face me, holding my thighs apart as he goes back to fucking me, picking up where he left off, making sure he's hitting that same spot.

I dig my nails into his wrists, looking at him as he smirks down at me, sweat rolling down his chest, hotly.

"I had to watch you when you did it." He tells me in reference to watching me come.

I don't say anything, instead, grabbing one of his hands and guiding it to my clit.

He catches on and his other hand suddenly grabs my throat making me grin as more liquid coats him in my pussy.

"It's mine, isn't it?" He asks me, calloused fingers beginning to rub at my sensitive nerves, making me moan out, my lids half shut as I nod.

"All yours, daddy." I purr out, and he goes even harder into me, keeping his fingers on my clit before I tighten around him so hard he groans, my cum running out of me, and he leans over me, continuing the beating between my legs, his tongue meeting mine hotly as he starts to near his end, too.

"Face, tits, or mouth?" He asks me.

"Surprise me." I reply, my chest heaving.

"I know what my dirty little slut wants." He tells me and I read his mind, nodding.

Within a couple minutes, he's burying himself in me and finishing, making my eyes close as a satisfied moan leaves my throat.

He collapses beside me, taking deep breaths until he calms down, while I immediately feel sleepy.

"Will you quit it?" I grumble in a few minutes, half asleep, unable to feel my legs as Nikki let's out yet another loud breath, obviously not tired...and obviously not wanting me to leave him awake by himself.

"Don't go to sleep yet." He tells me and I groan, turning to face him.

"You just screwed me into next week, Nikki, I'm going to bed." I reply and he looks at me, unamused.

"Vivian, I'm not tired."

"Because you were snorting lines off of me earlier tonight after I told you not to."

"I think a blowjob will put me to sleep." He informs me when I close my eyes again and I scoff.

"Better learn to suck your own dick, then, because I'm not giving you a blowjob right now. I just gave you one during foreplay."

"Okay, then let me eat you--"

"--I'm about to go get in the guest bedroom." I state.

"Fine, fine." He sighs out...before he starts moving his legs constantly, which in turn makes me squeeze my eyes shut for a moment.

"Nikki." I grit out.

"I'm trying to get comfortable, Viv!" He says innocently and I groan out in frustration. "Alright, sorry." He mumbles getting still again.

Right before I'm dozing off, he says:

"Why do you always get to be the little spoon?"

I huff out a breath and sit up, shoving him so hard he rolls over onto his other side.

"Hey, hey, don't be so rough or I'm gonna get turned on again and you'll be in a coma by the time I'm done with you." He tells me.

"At least I'd be asleep!" I reply before laying back down, wrapping my arm around his bare waist, my forehead to his back.

We lay still for a moment, the noise of nothing but people talking in the street, filling the room as the street lights cast a relaxing glow through the window.

"Vivian." He says quietly.

"What?"

"I haven't hooked up with any other chicks in a while...ya know." He informs me.

"I'm having to keep up with your unspent libido. Trust me, I know you haven't." I hum, welcoming the incoming sleep.

"It's not that it's unspent, it's just that I'm always in the mood when you're around." He tells me.

"You are so full of it, Nikki."

"You play all innocent and then BAM! You're in a split on m--"

"--I'm not having this conversation." I pinch at his back to get him to hush.

"Okay, then we can talk about the period sex because that was--"

"--Completely your idea because 'it's just blood, it's no big deal'." I quote him.

"You seemed way too into it, though. Makes me wonder, really." He smartly replies.

"Because it felt good, now go to sleep." I mumble.

"Is that not weird, though?"

"Nikki, you wanted to do it--"

"--No, I mean, we're polar opposites but then when it comes to sex we like the same stuff."

"Need I remind you I was a virgin who never even got friendly with herself before so I had no idea what I liked until I met you, so technically we aren't into the same stuff, I just go along with whatever you're into because you're the only thing I know."

"Okay well what don't you like that we've done and we won't do it again." He suggests.

I think for a moment, deciding I really like the odd stuff he gets off on.

"Nothing, yet." I tell him.

"You just said--"

"--Go to sleep, I have to get up early for church tomorrow." I tell him.

"You're really gonna pray with the same tongue you were just drinking my cum down with earlier?"

"Christianity is a spectrum. Goodnight." I let out with a yawn.

He turns back over to face me and I blink my eyes open a little when his knuckles brush against my cheek, a little smirk on his lips.

"Go to sleep." I whine, nudging at him before he's pressing his lips to mine for a second.

He pulls away and I bite my lip between my teeth before leaning in and kissing him again.

He chuckles when I trace his bottom lip with my tongue, my leg hooking over his hip as I move to straddle him, feeling his cum start to leak out of me, but I don't care, and he doesn't seem to either.

"What happened to getting up early for church?" He teases, amused when my nails bite into the skin of his shoulders, his arms wrapping around my waist when he sits up, pulling my naked chest against his.

"I can drink a lot of coffee before I go." I suggest, kissing him again.

"Whatever you say." He replies when he pulls away, not arguing, before kissing my cheek, then my jaw, then my neck.

"Yeah, it is whatever I say, and whatever I want." I add.

"And what exactly do you want?" He asks me suggestively, his hands resting at my hips, his lips brushing against mine.

"Just you." I assure him in a whisper.

"Oh, bullshit." He scoffs a little. "I'm sure the thought of me making it big and racking in money makes me all the more worth the trouble, right?"

"You're an idiot if you think I'm with you for the possible-maybe money and fame." I pinch at his shoulder, scoldingly, and he winces. "I'm with you because I like you, jackass. I like being with you...I could give a damn about money--obviously." I motion around the shitty apartment bedroom and he blinks at me, slowly, smiling contently before bringing my lips down to his once more.

"I like being with you…"

"Go fuck yourself, Nikki, you're fucked up!" I scream at him, throwing Slash's Jack bottle at him as everyone in the room--Tommy, Slash, Steven, and Sparkie--all duck as it collides with Nikki, spraying him with whiskey, but not hurting him as bad as I hoped...then he throws it back, shouting:

"You fucking psycho cunt!"

The bottle misses me by an inch and breaks on the wall behind me, glass cutting at the back of my leg.

Nikki--well, Sikki--had "accidentally" spilt his drink on me when entering the room, and didn't appreciate it when I told him he was being messy.

"You wanna jump down my goddamn throat for being 'messy' and then you start raising fucking hell when someone looks at you the wrong fucking way!" He accuses me.

"Guys, c'mon." Tommy tries to get us to calm down.

"You want some more of what I gave you earlier?!" I snap at Tommy, referring to his bloodied nosy I gave him a few days ago.

"Vivian, you're being fucking ridiculous, all Nikki did was--"

"--Lie to me, cheat on me, choose drugs over me, make a mockery of my beliefs, humiliate me, shoot me, the list goes on, Tommy, if I haven't given you enough reasons as to why how I'm fucking acting right now is fucking justified!"

"I'm about to fucking kick your ass, too!" Nikki threatens.

"Like you did to Vanity?! Might as well, seems like the only thing going for you in our relationship is the fact you haven't outright punched me!" I point my finger in his face and he takes a step to me, and Tommy tries to get between us to separate us.

"I can fucking hit you, if you really want me to, Vivian, God knows I've tried my fucking hardest not to beat the ever loving life out of you, at least once, the past six fucking years living with your fucking witchy, vindictive, manipulative, victim narrative of an attitude!"

"Then go ahead and see what the fuck happens!" I bark back.

He pushes Tommy out of the way and raises his fist, and I'm ready for him to knock the piss out of me before Steven's suddenly grabbing at his wrist, getting me behind him.

"Hey, hey, stop it!" Steven snaps, shoving Nikki back a few feet. "Both of you are being fucking stupid!"

"Get the fuck outta my way so I can finally set this bitch fucking straight!" Nikki struggles against him.

"So you can go down as a fucking 'woman beater' if it gets out?!" He makes his point. "I know you're pissed, I know you're tired, but you're fucked up right now and you'd feel like shit if you woke up tomorrow and realized you'd hit her, Nikki, and you know it."

Nikki looks at me, shooting daggers my way, before letting out a huff of breath, backing off of Steven.

"Fine. Just get the rest of your band in here to collect you guys' bitch and get the fuck out." He sneers, more so at me…

My cheek stings when Nikki hits me as a result of me snatching Slash's lit cigarette from his mouth, lunging past Stevie and pressing the lit end to Nikki's jaw.

Then, of course, I have to get the last hit in, grabbing a handful of Nikki's hair, my balled fist hurtling into his eye.

The breath leaves my body when Tommy slams me down onto the floor to keep me from getting the shit beat out of me when Nikki comes for me, Steven and Tommy blocking him, screaming for Fred.

"What the fuck is going on?!" Fred's hollering when he comes in.

"Send her the fuck home! I want a fucking divorce and I'm fucking pressing charges!" Nikki seethes still fighting against Tommy and Steven.

"Aww, how sad for you, Nikki, I feel so bad!" I sarcastically hiss back when I stand up, feeling Fred's arm wrapping around my waist to pull me out of the room.

"Go fucking kill yourself you fucking bitch!" Nikki yells at me.

"You'll be fine, Nikki...once you use this as an excuse to shoot up again, you'll forget all about it!" I argue.

"Duff!" Fred yells down the hall as he tugs me out of the room.

Duff's drinking from a solo cup on the other end of the hall, talking to Izzy, concern on his face when he looks over.

I don't quit struggling against Fred until Duff gets to us.

"What the hell is going on?" He asks me, concern all over his face. "What happened?" He asks next as Fred hands me off to him.

"Nothing, I'm fine." I tell him and he furrows his brows, his fingers going over the welt left on my cheek from Nikki slapping me.

"Who did that?" He asks me next and I shake my head.

"Nobody, alright, let's just get the hell outta here." I nudge at him and he looks at Fred.

"Who the fuck hit her?" He asks him.

"Duff, c'mon, it's fine. Let's go." I urge, but he's not moving. "Duff--"

"--Who hit you, Vivian?"

"I'll explain it later, alright?" I tug at his arm.

"I'm not leaving until someone tells me what the fuck happened and who the fuck hit you." He states and I look at him, my eyes starting to water.

The last thing I need is for him and Nikki to get into a fight.

"Baby, please?" I mouth, giving my best helpless puppy look, hoping to persuade him to drop it for now and just leave with me.

He relents, letting out a sigh.

"We get back to the hotel, you're telling me." He tells me and I nod in agreeance.

I wasn't mad at Nikki for hitting me, I would've hit me, too. It was like I was losing control over every aspect of my life, but what little control I had over people around me to make them lose their shit for a moment--even if I got hit in the process--gave me a sick sense of security.

Duff, however, did care if my mouth got me hurt…

"You start shit, Viv." Duff scolds me as he paces, while I sit on the bed, brushing my wet hair out in nothing but his tshirt. We haven't really talked since before rehearsal yesterday, he stayed out all night with Steven and Slash. "I don't understand how you go from being the sweetest girl ever to being so mean to people."

"Because they deserve it." I say to him.

"They aren't worth the energy it takes trying to stir the pot, Viv. They're not." He adds, frustrated.

"Duff," I start, softly.

"I'm not--I can't--I-I'm not happy with you, Viv, alright? I just need a few minutes to chill out because I don't want to argue with you, at all."

"Baby," I say next, "please c'mere." I stand on my knees on the foot of the bed and he looks at me and let's out a heavy breath before trudging to me, my hands running up his chest. "I'm sorry, okay? What I did was stupid and childish and I shouldn't have done it and I'm sorry."

"First it was the band rehearsal, now it's this...Viv, you can't keep…" he trails off, rubbing his eyes and I wrap my arms around him.

"I know, and I'm sorry." I apologize again and he exhales. "What can I do to make it all better?" I ask, next, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.

"Not scream people's heads off anytime they make you upset." He replies.

"Okay, what else?" I ask again, pressing a kiss to his neck.

"Viv, I'm really not in the mood…" he tells me and look at him, trying not to pout.

He must be really pissed to blow off sex.

"Duff, I said I was sorry." I tell him.

"And I said I'm not really in the mood."

I give up, moving off the bed to brush my teeth and when I get back to the bed, he's laying down.

"Who hit you earlier?" He asks, and I thought he would forget to ask, but he didn't.

"Doc meant to hit Nikki, but he got me instead." I lie, turning my back to him, accepting the fact he's upset with me and probably will be until tomorrow.

"Oh." He says lowly, and I can feel him looking at me for a moment before he turns the lamp off, turning his back to me, too.

Sparkie's departing words come back to my mind:

"You have until the end of this leg of the tour to give me a turn, or I'm telling Nikki about you and Duff."

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camillemontespan · 4 years

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her one constant [part ten: head vs heart] [drake the bodyguard AU]

Master List

A/N: Such a cliche of a chapter but I don’t care, I enjoyed writing it! And it follows canon but with a twist! :)

Big thanks to @jovialyouthmusic for your pointers! Very helpful and appreciated x

@ibldw-main @jovialyouthmusic @katedrakeohd @moonlightgem7 @pug-bitch @princessleac1 @burnsoslow @notoriouscs @dcbbw @saivilo @rainbowsinthestorm @marshmallowsandfire @marshmallowsaremyfavorite @gardeningourmet @kingliam2019 @nomadics-stuff @kimmiedoo5 ***********************

The following morning, Drake and Camille joined each other in the Manor ballroom for self defence class. Drake had instructed Camille to wear something comfortable.

He wished he hadn't.

She was wearing tight black leggings and a pink sports bra that showed her toned stomach. Her hair was pulled into a ballerina bun.

Drake swallowed hard. Of course she looked good in gym gear.

'So, what are we doing today?' Camille asked eagerly.

Drake chuckled at her enthusiasm. 'We're going to learn basic self defence skills so that if you are ever in a situation where you feel unsafe or are threatened, you can hold your own.'

Camille nodded. 'Sounds good. What first?'

Drake smiled. 'How's your punch?'

Camille blinked. 'Um, I don't know.. I've never had to punch someone before.'

Drake smirked. 'I had a feeling.'

Camille rolled her eyes but smiled. 'Okay, so I'm a really nice person. I settle disputes with communication.'

'God you're such a Duchess,' Drake teased.

Camille giggled. 'And I also settle disputes with a bottle of wine.'

Drake laughed. 'Maybe not a typical Duchess..'

Camille gave him a wink and followed him to the centre of the room. She was trying her best not to eye fuck him but it was proving incredibly difficult due to the fact he was wearing a black gym vest that showed off his broad chest and muscles. His arms were corded with veins. Camille pushed down the thought: God I wanna lick one.

Drake cleared his throat and stood before her. He looked powerful.

'So,' he said. 'Punch me.'

Camille blinked in shock. 'Uh.. No.'

Drake sighed. 'Look, just punch me.

'No!' Camille protested, stepping back in horror. 'I can't punch you!'

'I need to see how you do it,' Drake explained. 'It's a basic move.'

'It's a shitty move,' Camille corrected him. 'Drake, I'd love to punch the Applewood intruder but I don't wanna punch you.'

Drake pressed his fingers on either side of his nose, trying to gather patience. 'Camille, this is self defence. This is for your own safety. If I'm not around, you need to be able to look after yourself. I can't walk around knowing you can't defend yourself while I am the person who can help you. So, punch me.'

Camille scrutinised his face. There was a long silence until she said simply, ' No. '

'Why not?!' Drake burst out, frustrated.

'Because you're handsome and I don't want to give you a black eye!' Camille cried. 'And you're my friend!'

Drake sighed. 'You won't punch me hard enough to give me a black eye,' he told her. 'Camille, punch me.'

'No.'

'Punch me.'

'No.'

'Camille, for the love of God, fucking punch - FUCK!'

He reeled back clutching his face. Camille stared at him with wide eyes, holding her painful hand to her chest as she watched him react to the sudden punch that she dealt him.

'Drake?'

He let out a deep breath and opened his eyes to give her a warm smile. A bruise was blooming around his eye but he didn't mind. Not one bit.

'Not that difficult, huh? ,' he asked her softly.

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'Right, put these on.'

Camille stared at the stilettos in Drake's hands with her eyebrow raised. 'Drake, when did you break into my dressing room?'

'This morning,' Drake said casually. 'I chose your favourites.'

Camille took the Manolos and tried to hide the blush on her cheeks. He knew about her favourite heels. Was there anything about her he didn't know?

She slipped them onto her feet and swayed her body from side to side. Drake watched her, smiling at how cute she looked.

'Okay, so you're wearing these because you tend to wear heels on a daily basis,' he said. 'But these heels are your secret weapons.'

Camille let out a gasp. 'Oh my god, can I be like Catwoman?'

Drake chuckled. 'Sure, why not?'

'Does that make you Batman?' Camille teased. 'I mean, you are a loner. You wear black on a daily basis. Your voice is deep. You work alone. But are you Christian Bale Batman or Lego Batman? Lego Batman is the best Batman..'

Drake rolled his eyes, enjoying her banter. He moved to stand behind her and placed his hands on either side of her hips, making Camille stop chattering.

'What are you doing?' she whispered, turning her head to the side.

Drake smirked. 'Relax, Camille,' he murmured, his breath hot against her neck.

He closed his eyes for a brief moment. He could smell her perfume and her hair. Memories of the night when they kissed filled his mind. Hands. Silk. Coconut. Perfume.

'So,' he croaked. 'You're gonna stab your heel back onto my shoe -'

'No!' she gasped.

Drake reached out to place his hand over her mouth, shutting her up instantly.

'While you stab the heel down, elbow me in the gut,' he instructed. 'Fast movement, don't give room for any delay or they will know what you're doing to do.'

Camille's tongue shot out to lick his palm.

'Gah, Camille!' Drake groaned, pulling his hand away.

Camille giggled and turned to face him, a mischievous smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. 'Fast movement, don't give room for any delay or they will know what you're going to do, right?' she teased, raising her eyebrow.

Drake chuckled. 'I can't believe you licked my hand. Such a child..'

Camille stuck her tongue out, proving his point. Drake shook his head and gestured for her to turn around. Camille obeyed and turned.

'I'm going to grab your arm,' he told her. 'And you are going to strike the heel down and elbow me at the same time. Can you do it?'

'I don't want to..'

'Camille.'

'But I need to learn so fine!' Camille said quickly.

Drake nodded and took her arm, being gentle. He wasn't going to hurt her.

His fingers felt like fire against her skin. Camille felt goosebumps blossom on her skin. She hoped Drake wouldn't notice.

'Now.. Heel,' he said.

Camille brought her heel down, making Drake wince in pain but he didn't let go of her arm. Her elbow stabbed into his gut, making him let out a groan. He let go of her arm instantly.

'Well done,' he finally said once he recovered. 'Manolos are your weapon of choice now, okay?'

Camille grinned. 'I knew I had a good excuse to buy them.'

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'Last move,' Drake said, facing her. Camille threw her shoulders back and started to jog on the spot. She was filled with adrenaline now. Kicking ass was fun - though shame it had to be Drake getting his ass whipped.

'Knee me in the crotch.'

Camille stopped jogging. 'No,' she said. 'No, no, no -'

'Camille, as a woman, you need to kick dick head men in the balls if they try to hurt you,' Drake told her. 'Balls are precious. It fucking hurts. I've not worn anything to protect myself because I need to see how hard you do it.'

'But it'll hurt you!'

'I'll live.'

Camille sighed but stepped closer. Drake braced himself.

The things I do for her..

She kneed him in the crotch.

Drake fell to his knees, holding his groin. His eyes watered as he felt pain fill every nerve.

'You.. Did.. Good..' he choked out before falling on his back.

Camille raced to his side and fell to her knees beside him. Her hair fell like a curtain from her bun, so that all Drake could smell was coconut and all he could see was her brown eyes with golden flecks.

'I'm so sorry..' Camille whispered, reaching out to place her hand on his cheek. Her hand was cool against his skin. Drake closed his eyes, allowing her cool skin to soothe him.

'I asked you to do it,' he croaked. 'No harm done.'

Camille grimaced but she didn't protest. She knew this was Drake's job. He had to protect her and teaching her self defence fell into that category. But that didn't mean that sat right with her.

Drake awkwardly sat up, leaning back on his elbows. He looked at Camille now, taking in her regretful expression.

'Camille, I'm okay,' he murmured. 'Honestly. Stop feeling guilty.'

Camille let out a shakey breath. She looked down at her hands, wringing them together. Drake's heart softened more.

'Camille, look at me.'

Camille sniffled.

Alarmed, Drake reached out to rest his finger under her chin so he could raise her face up. Their eyes locked. Hers were filled with tears.

'What's wrong?' he asked gently.

'I know you're teaching me self defence,' Camille said, her voice trembling, 'but the idea that you could get hurt protecting me.. It really scares me, Drake. I can't.. I can't bear the idea. Like it kills me having to hurt you during this lesson. But what happens if you get hurt in real life? I can't stand to think about it.'

She rubbed her eyes harshly. Drake caught at her wrists, forcing her to look at him.

' Camille,' he said steadily. 'I am your bodyguard, first and foremost. My job is to be your human shield. If you are in danger, it is my job to get you out of it, no matter the consequences.'

Camille's eyes bore into his. 'You are so much more than a human shield, Drake,' she told him, her voice growing fierce. 'Your life has no less equal value than mine -'

'But it's something I will happily give away if it meant you're safe,' Drake interrupted. 'Camille, I knew when I became a bodyguard that I could get hurt or even die in duty. But I don't care. And when it comes to you, I will protect you with my life. Because its my duty but also -'

Camille blinked. 'Also?' she echoed.

Drake kept his eyes on hers. His heart was hammering inside his chest, threatening to explode from the way she was looking at him and the thoughts going through his mind.

'But also because you are the single most important thing in my life,' Drake finally said. 'I'll be damned if I let anything take that away from me. If that means getting hurt in the process, I don't give a shit. I'd never hesitate to take a bullet for you, Camille. So you better get used to the possibility-'

Camille's mouth crashed against Drake's.

He let out a surprised gasp as her lips pressed hard against his. When he realised what was happening, he automatically reached out to pull her into him, his hands spreading across her back. Camille kissed him hungrily, as if she had been starving for years and only now had found sustenance.

'Camille..' he said against her lips, his voice like a warning. Be normal. Be normal.

'Don't talk,' she whispered against his mouth, drowning out the warnings in his mind.

'Yes ma'am,' Drake growled.

He pulled her down onto him so he was lying on the floor. Camille straddled him, her kisses urgent as her lips travelled down his jaw towards his throat, kisses filled with heat and longing.

Camille could feel his erection through his sweatpants. Testing the waters, she rolled her hips against his.

Drake let out a visceral groan that rumbled from the pit of his stomach. Camille smiled like she had discovered a dirty little secret.

He rolled her over suddenly so he was suspended above her. His hands rested on either side of her head, supporting his weight, as he kissed her neck. He nipped at her throat with his teeth, making her curl her fingers into his hair.

'I like self defence classes..' she whispered in his ear.

Drake pulled back to give her a smirk. 'Oh really?' he asked. 'How about this?'

He pinned her arms above her head, holding her down. Camille arched her back as Drake's lips kissed her collarbone and jaw. As he kissed her, Camille's hand roamed down his chest to the waistband of his sweats. Her hand brushed his crotch.

Drake stilled.

Camille blinked, sensing a change in the atmosphere. 'Drake?'

'We should stop..' Drake whispered, his eyes dark as he looked down at her. 'Before we go too far.'

Camille looked down at the tent situation in Drake's crotch region. 'But its right there.'

Drake chuckled despite the awkward situation. 'We agreed to be professional,' he said. 'Be normal, whatever that means. Right now, we are doing the opposite.'

Camille cleared her throat and sat up. She arranged her hair, now a tousled mess, back into a neat bun.

'You were just saying all these things..' she muttered. 'I overstepped. I'm sorry.'

'Don't be,' Drake said. 'I meant every single thing.'

An awkward silence. Drake sighed, wishing things weren't so complicated with them.

'I'd never hesitate to take a bullet for you too,' Camille whispered, referring to their previous conversation, her eyes meeting his. 'I hope you know that. I care about you, Drake. I know how complicated our situation is and I'm sorry I've made it worse by kissing you.. My heart overruled my head.'

Drake smiled weakly. He reached out to take her hand and squeezed it gently.

'I've got to use my head when it comes to you,' he told her. 'I can't let feelings cloud my judgement. But that doesn't mean my heart isn't beating. It is, Camille.'

Camille brought her hand out to rest over Drake's heart which was indeed beating hard in his chest.

'I understand,' she murmured.

Drake's heart quickened, each beat betraying his determination to take it slow and be normal.

I love her. I love her. I love her.

**********************

The following night detailed yet another ball at the palace. Camille was sick of balls but as the newest Duchess, she had to go to the opening of an envelope.

She sat beside Drake in the car as Geoffrey drove them through the city streets towards the palace.

They were both acting 'normal'. There was no awkwardness between them after the kissing during their self defence lesson - far from it.

Drake and Camille were perfecting their performance of 'normal'.

To pass the time on the way to the palace, Drake and Camille were playing Rock Paper Scissors.

'Damn it!' Drake swore.

Camille let out a laugh. 'Everytime with the scissors, Drake!'

Drake groaned. 'You and your damn rock.'

Camille giggled and tucked her hair behind her ear. Drake smiled at her unguarded moment when she was just being free and silly. Camille savoured moments to be silly now - her role as a Duchess meant she had to hide part of her personality, something which she was still trying to get used to.

They arrived at the palace and as usual, Drake got out of the car first to ward off any photographers. He opened her door and shielded her from the cameras, making sure she felt comfortable enough to proceed.

Camille gave him her usual smile to show she was ready.

'Let's go, kid,' Drake whispered, giving her a wink.

*********************

Camille helped herself to a glass of champagne, feeling Drake's eyes on her as she did so. His eye never strayed from her whenever they went to these balls.

He was the reason why she could summon the courage to set foot in this ballroom again.

'So we meet again,' a sleek and revoltingly familiar voice sounded in her ear.

It was Leo.

'Your Highness,' Camille greeted him, curtseying to him. She resisted the urge to vomit as she played the part of the Duchess of Valtoria.

Leo smirked. 'After last time, I'm surprised you would even curtsey to me. I admit, I was very rude and inappropriate. So sorry.'

He didn't sound sorry. Not one bit.

Camille smiled thinly. 'It's water under the bridge,' she said. 'I have to speak to Liam, good to see you.'

She turned to leave but was stopped by Leo grabbing her arm. Camille's breath caught. She could see Drake standing in the corner, his eyes furious. Any moment now, Drake would leave his post and rescue her.

Camille closed her eyes. One day, Drake might not be in the room. He might be somewhere different. He wasn't in the room at Applewood. Camille was alone with a man who was holding her too tightly, asking for too much, demanding everything.

Enough now.

Camille's heel stamped down onto Leo's foot and her elbow jabbed him in the gut.

'Fuck!' Leo cried out, letting her go. Camille saw the nobles around them turn to look at them, curious at the disturbance. Without hesitation, Camille 'accidently' spilled her champagne down Leo's chest, acting as if that had been the reason for Leo to shout out.

'Soooo sorry Your Highness!' she cried. Leo had a face like thunder but Camille didn't care. She picked up two glasses of champagne and strutted away from him, her head held high. She looked over at Drake with a triumphant smile on her face and could see that Drake's expression reflected hers.

His eyes sparkled with joy as he watched Camille regain some of her much needed confidence.

Camille reached him and passed him a glass of champagne. 'Thank you,' she whispered, giving him a warm smile. Drake laughed and took the champagne glass, tossing the bubbly drink down his throat and grimacing at the taste. But the sickening taste faded quickly as his joy at seeing Camille free and happy enveloped him.

Leo watched the Duchess of Valtoria and her bodyguard stand too close together, sharing smiles that showed a hint of something more. He glowered as the Duchess threw her head back as she laughed at something the bodyguard had said. She turned to leave him, squeezing his hand before she went, and moved across the room to speak to Maxwell, but Leo's eyes slid across to the bodyguard.

He was watching her with a hopeless expression on his face. Hopeless and lovesick, that's what it looked like.

Leo clutched his champagne glass, feeling revulsion in the pit of his stomach as he put two and two together. The Duchess wasn't returning his affections because she was close with her bodyguard. No wonder Leo hadn't been able to break through to her. A literal human shield was in the way.

Leo would fix that.

#drake walker #drake walker x mc #trr fanfic #drake x camille

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newbyimagines · 5 years

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Under the Cover of Night

Ivar x Reader.

Summary: Y/N had been many places and knew how to defend herself but what happens when she comes face to face with Ivar the Boneless.

Note: I wrote this for the lovely @honestsycrets because of her birthday

Standing at the base of the wall you put both of your swords back into the sheaths upon you back. You’d wandered into a small area in the woods where a mother begged you to go into the nearby town of York and find her daughter. She had told you about the attack and how she had managed to escape. You watched from the shadows as different men walked along the walls. You waited for a gap before you started to climb up the old jagged stones.

After wandering for so long you’d picked up many talents along with the different tongues. You had started using a unique two sword fighting style instead of carrying a shield. You has also started covering your face, you were after all a mercenary.

You heaved your body over the wall and ducked into the shadows. Unsheathing one of your swords you slit the throat of the guard before hiding inside a bell tower.

“You do not look like part of my army.” You’d somehow missed the man sitting in the shadows, his face covered by a cloak. You unsheathed your other sword tensed for battle. His face leaned forward almost intrigued by your response. From the moon light you could see fearsome blue eyes and a grin.

“I shall see you in the morning” it was your turn to look confused before you felt something hit the back of your head causing you to blackout.

You felt the pounding in your head first before you noticed the chain that locked around your neck.

You tried to pry it off despite knowing that whoever put it didn’t want it to come off.

“Good morning,” looking up you saw the man from the night before, his eyes were unmistakable. You looked down, your armor had been stripped and you were left in trousers and tunic.

“Where is my armor?”

“Well I was surprised after removing your mask to see a warrior such as your self to be a women, mainly you only see it in my world. Your armor covered up your beauty so I removed it.”

“What do you want? Why am I still alive?”

He just smiled at that, this was all a game to him. He has the upper hand, for now.

“Why should I kill such an interesting woman? Hmmm?” His hand reaches out towards you but you pulled away. “How is it you speak our language?”

“I am a wanderer, I speak many languages.” You thought leaving out the mercenary part out would be best. You were dealing with an unknown opposition, that made you uncomfortable. He had bested you once but you weren’t having it a second time.

“Interesting, and why is it that you wanted to wander into this city and kill one of my warriors?” You were annoyed by him, you couldn’t figure the game he was playing.

“Why is it you’ve chained me like a pet?”

“Well you were about to attack me.” He stood up leaning on a crutch, his legs supported by metal. The man was a cripple. “Come.” He yanked the chain pulling you behind him scrambling to stand.

You tried to fight him but he was much stronger than he looked.

“Stop fighting,” he growled as he made his way towards the church in the center of York. The mother who hired you has said her daughter lived with her husband not to far away from there.

“What is your name?” Two men opened the door for him as you walked in tow.

“Depends on who you ask.”

“I am asking you.” He walked up to a chair in front of the former altar, if the christians could see it now. He shortened the chain so you had to stand right next to him.

“Some call me (Y/N),” he reached out and took one of your hands and tried to pull you into his lap. “I am a wanderer not a whore so do not treat me like one.”

“You are a prisoner, you do not tell me what to do.” His grip tightened but you used your other hand and found a pressure point making his grip release. “What was that?”

“It’s an eastern form of self defense. It won’t kill your opponent but one can defeat them. Touch me again and I will use more than just that.” He smiled, he seemed to enjoy your resistance.

“Why did you come here?”

“Why did you?”

He prides himself on being smart you could see it, you knew he could see you as well. His eyes told you that he was the type to have a plan but you were not planned. That he hated, but you still made him curious.

“Why are you avoiding my questions?”

“I cannot tell a man I do not know my every secret. The christians would find it improper.”

“Have you not figured out who I am yet? For someone claiming to be a wander I feel that you must of heard stories of the great heathen army.” The army sent to avenge Ragnar Lothbrok, lead by his sons. The worst being the crippled son, said to have the blood thirst of his gods.

“If this is the heathen army then you must be a son of Ragnar to lead it.” He seemed irked when you didn’t say his name. “Are you his eldest? Björn Ironside? Or the warrior Ubbe?” You knew you had hit a nerve, his teeth ground together before he tried to raise a hand to you.

“I AM IVAR THE BONELESS!” After yelling he pushed you aside, but still made you stay near him. He held your chain like one would hold a dogs lead, you felt ashamed for being caught but even more angry at him for keeping you like his bitch.

You sat down on the cold stone steps watching as people filtered in and out of the church that functioned like the Vikings great hall would.

“Brother,” a breath taking honey haired blonde came in. “Is this the girl? She does not look like much. She is definitely no Saxon though.”

“She says that she is a wanderer, quite useless one at that.” You rolled your eyes before glaring at him. “It is true, what wonderer would be dumb enough to try and invade a town filled with the greatest army ever known?”

“What man keeps a wander hostage?” You spat back at him.

“It’s unusual to see a woman wanderer. I would like to keep her brother, make her mine.” The honey haired blonde who had to be another son of Ragnar looked at you like a peasant would a feast.

“I do not belong to anyone!” You stood trying to strike the man in front of you only to feel the chain around your neck jerk you back. You turned your rage filled eyes back to Ivar staring daggers at him.

“We will bring her back with us.”

“I will go nowhere with you.” You pounced at him pulling a hidden dagger from you tunic but stopped short when a sword was held to your throat.

“Thank you Hvitserk.” He pulled the dagger from you hand giving it to a salve, “keep this with her armor. (Y/N) try anything like that again and it will be certain that your fate is for you to lie in the ground.”

“Let me go then and no one here will die.” Hvitserk stood close enough behind you that you could feel his chest against your back.

“I do not think your in the position to be making demands.” You reach l up and gripped his head while pushing your hip back before flinging him over your shoulder into Ivar. His sword fell to the ground and you picked it up.

“Positions change, now let me go, I am a wanderer I belong to the world not you.”

The others in the hall were apprehensive, you had their leaders at the tip of your sword.

“No.” Ivar seethed hiding his spark of curiosity.

You yanked the chain from Ivars grasp and turned to fight the men. The sword you stole was too heavy to be used one handed as you usually would. After plunging it into the side of one you used the chain as a weapon disarming some and knocking out others. You made it to the main door but an axe flew past you and buried itself in the door deep enough to make it impossible to open quickly.

Turning around you saw Ivar smiling as Hvitserk pulled his sword from the man you had killed. Swinging it around ready for a fair fight with you. He smiled like any viking would, he enjoyed the fight.

“I feel like you lied to me (Y/N), you fight to well to be a simple wanderer.” You turned and pulled the axe from the door using your foot as leverage before facing Hvitserk who was charging you. You dodged the attack and tried to talk him down.

“I do not wish to fight you but I will if you insist.” He scoffed at your statement, he wasn't used to losing and you could tell.

“I have defeated much bigger men then you and fought fiercer shield maidens.” You were not one who was tested in combat often but you looked forward to taking the smug look off his face. He swung at you but you were able to repel his strike with the axe.

“If it is a fair fight you want it would be easier if I had not been stripped of my armor and swords. But nevertheless I will defeat you so that I can move on from this place.” With that he charged at you again done with the talking. He held a large amount of strength for someone so lean which took you by surprise as you blocked his next strike with the axe. You started to twirl the chain waiting for the moment he left himself open to take the sword away. He swiped towards your midsection but you were able to move away before it cut you letting it graze your arm. He laughed his glee as he fought you. You tried to swipe at him with the axe but he caught the swing with his sword and pushed you back. When he stepped back clearly proud of himself for drawing blood and throwing you back. You had to fight smarter than him because of his strength. He tried to stab you but you sidestepped again before thrusting the chain forward so it wrapped around the handle of the sword tugging it from his hand. The clatter of the sword on the floor made him look between you and the sword quickly.

He went to fetch the sword and you used the moment to get him from behind as he was distracted. You pushed off the nearby pillar to give yourself more momentum to throw the viking to the floor by sending your knee into his back. You landed gracefully as you had been taught but he was barely able to catch his sudden and unexpected fall. Standing up you pushed your boot into his spine pinning him to the floor before wrapping the chain around his neck to wrench his head backwards. He grasped at the chain as you pulled cutting off his air supply as he was defenseless. Before you could finish the job you felt a slice on the back of your shoulders causing you to let go of the chain. Hvitserk took the moment to grab your supporting foot and dragged you to the ground. You let go of the axe as you fell and Hvitserk picked it up and held it to your neck.

“Enough!” Ivar commanded from above you. He had attacked you to save his brother.

“She almost killed me.” The blade was pressed into you further about to break the skin.

“I stopped her, and we’re keeping her.” You glared at him before you felt the punch land on your face. Hvitserk wasn’t happy with Ivars choice, he hit once more and you head went straight into the stone floor knocking you out for the second time in less than one whole day.

You woke up this time not on a cold dirt floor but on a cot covered in furs. You laid on your stomach as you felt someone touching your back. You quickly tried to get up but Ivar had seemed to learn and you were shackled by your wrists to the cot.

You felt a cold chill hit your skin and noticed that your tunic was now gone.

“I will kill you bastard.” You strained against the shackles trying to face who was touching you. “Ivar I will have your head for this.”

“You should be glad the head that is not wanted is your own.” You looked directly in front of you to see Ivar watching you from a chair. “Hvitserk took his defeat very personally and seems to want to fight you again or humiliate you. He claims that he was not ready to fight and that you cheated.”

“Why am I yet again bound like your pet? I am a wanderer not a slave.”

“Well for one you tried to kill Hvitserk and you did kill one of my personal guards while injuring the egos of others. The second reason is that I no longer believe you when you say you are a wanderer, and lastly I wanted someone to look at those nasty cuts. I don’t want you to die on us just yet I have barely gotten to know you or figured out why the Gods gave me such a beautiful warrior.”

“That does not explain why I am naked nor who is touching me.” You tried to turn around but with the way your hands were shackled around the cot you couldn’t move your upper body.

“Oh that is my friend who is quite good at tattoos but when we removed your shirt we found so many scars.I have concluded that you are no mere wanderer.” You started messing with your hands under the cot so you could get out before something else happened.

“I do wander but I am also a warrior. A lady of my profession must be able to fight or die.”

“Then who do you fight for?”

“I fight for who ever pays the most.”

“Who sent you here?” You dislocated your thumb sliding your hand out of the cuff before pushing it back into its socket. You bit into your lip not letting a sound escape from the self inflicted pain.

“Well I wasn’t sent here to kill you so if you could let me go, wait did you say tattoos? What the hell were you planning on doing to an unconscious lady?” You pushed yourself up and walked over to him not caring about how revealed you were do to the anger that courses through your veins.

“You said you can be bought?”

“Do not ignore my question.”

“People tell stories through the marks on their skin, I was merely trying to make sense of yours.” In all the yelling you must have broke open your lip again because you could taste the iron in your mouth. “Now what is your price to become my warrior for life?”

“My sword is not bought to fight wars,”

“Fine then, you might want to change.” He handed you a worn wool gown. You reluctantly take it seeing as you did not want to continue walking around naked, not in a town filled with Vikings.

When you walked into Ivars view you saw that his expression had changed.

“Take her to see the bishop. Let her rethink her decision but hopefully she changes her mind soon.” Two guards grabbed you and dragged you away as you tried to free yourself but they had caught you by surprise and held on tightly.

You found yourself chained inside an old building being used as a jail with a Saxon man.

“You do not look like the rest of these warriors young lady.”

“Let me guess you are the bishop?” The chains were pulling you tightly towards the ceiling leaving you stretched out causing your wounds to reopen slightly.

“Bishop Heahmund, and who are you?” He looked at you curiously as you wore the dress Ivar had given you leaving little unknown.

“Some call me Y/N,” Unlike Ivar you saw that spark of extreme curiosity to ask the one question Ivar had not.

“What do others call you?”

“Azure.” it was the name your clients knew, the people feared that name few knew it rarey knew that belonged to a woman. It was how you usually got your marks into a false sense of security.

“The Godless mercenary? No wonder you are so good at your trade, men rarely suspect females.”

“That they do, Why are you here?”

“I was fighting in the name of the Lord to take back the town of York from these heathens.”

You heard the door open as someone walked into the light that came from the window. Hvitserk held a plate of food and something in a cup. He sat down on a stool that was directly across from you. Picking food off the plate and eating it as he watched you.

“If it isn't the brother, come to join us in this cell? Was your leader not able to join us in our humble abode.”

“Oh do shut up priest, I came to see the woman who almost bested me in a duel.”

“And I would’ve won if it was not for your brother having to save you.”

“Speaking of my brothers actions has anyone cared to treat that wound? It must hurt being stretched like that.”

“Pain is something inside the mind, I’ve endured it enough to not give it my time.”

“I also brought you something to drink, I’ve been told the wine in this region is decent but nothing compares to a true viking ale.” he stood up and pushed the cup against your lips forcing you to drink. You tased something off about this wine, you knew it would be nothing like the wines in Frankia but this was different.

“Why don’t you have some?” You had felt it start to act quickly within your body.

“You are my guest why would I take from you little warrior?”

“Because it’s poisoned? Is this because I almost had your head on a spike?” You’d grown a tolerance to many things but you had no clue what poisons the Vikings used, mainly because you’d never heard of vikings using poison.

“It’s not poison, well I hope it is not. It's just something to help you sleep you look a little tired.” his hand caressed your face and you flinched, it was still healing from the beating you’d received from him the day before. You felt your limbs becoming heavy as shouting came from the bishop beside you. This job was becoming more and more complicated by the moment.

“You heathen bastard.” was all you could mutter before you were almost completely out of it.

You felt your head go slack before he whispered in your ear.

“I would be kind to your new master.”

#vikings #vikings imagine #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #Ivar #ivar lothbrok #ivar's heathen army #ivar x reader #Hvitserk Ragnarsson #hvitserk lothbrok #hvitserk imagine #hvitserk x reader

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khiphop-stories · 6 years

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Umbrella - Chapter XVI

You can find all previous chapters here.

Lesson Sixteen: Race against the past

[Christian Yu, DPR Live]

“Do you want to go out for fresh air? Do you need a glass of water?” He asked her while his eyes darted through the club, looking for one of her friends. How could they have possibly left her alone like this?

“I don’t fucking need a glass of water! I want the fucking truth, Ian!” She raised her voice, almost screaming at him. In that very moment he was glad the music in the club was loud enough to drown out her voice, otherwise they would be center of attention right now.

“What are you talking about?” He responded seemingly calm, his eyebrows creased and face tensed.

“You slept with Jenn while we were still together, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t cheat on you Hyeri,” he let out a brief sigh. Was it naive of him to believe he could simply move on from the relationship without any issues occurring? Was it naive of him to think they were mature enough to remain acquaintances without holding grudges against the other?

It wasn’t a bad break up. They didn’t scream and shout at each other at the top of their lungs like crazy people. It was a rather civil break up and it wasn’t too much of a surprise. She might have seen it coming even before he even made up his mind to end things. Before parting ways, he had told her one last time that he truly cared about her. He apologized for how things turned out and she calmly listened to him. But despite her calm and collected exterior, there was a small volcano seething inside of her chest - one that was on the verge of bursting any moment. He betrayed her. He walked away from her. After all they had been through, he chose the easy way out. He gave up on her just like that. She was casted aside like trash in the bin.

“She lives right next door. You seriously want me to believe nothing happened between you and her?” She scoffed at him.

“Let’s not do this here,” he shook his head at her.

“Why? Are you afraid she might see?”

“I don’t want to fight with you,” he replied in a calm, yet firm tone.

“You always act so innocent. Like you’re a good guy who’s never committed a sin,” she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Yes, I fucked up plenty of times. But I’ve always been honest with you. I didn’t cheat on you. I wouldn’t hurt you like that. I loved you.”

“If you really did love me, you wouldn’t have left. You were only in it for the chase. Jimin was right about you all along. You’re just a fucking player.”

“You know this is exactly one of the reasons it didn’t work out,” Christian let out short breath as he shook his head at her. The irritation was now evident in his voice. “You always believe the worst in me.”

“That’s because I’ve seen the worst of you! Be honest, Ian. Throughout this whole relationship you always thought of yourself as someone better than me, when you did something just as wrong as I did! You always judge everyone else, but you’re not that innocent either!”

“Hyeri, I know you’re only saying these things because you’re hurt and you’re drunk. For the sake of our past relationship, let’s stop here,” Christian swallowed down the words lingering on his tongue; his raw thoughts that would have broken her apart if he ever said them out loud. He could have gone all out, throwing back accusations at her, defending himself. But he knew it wouldn’t make anything better. No, he would only be pouring gasoline on the fire.

“Am I wrong though?” She raised her brows at him as she let out a chortle, her eyes taunting him.

“We were both equally at fault. It was wrong of me to give in to temptation, but it happened and I can’t turn back time and undo it.” Christian took in a long breath, a futile attempt to calm his nerves. He knew this was one sick mind game. She was trying to hurt and provoke him with her words, but he wouldn’t let her win.

“Does Jenn see it the same way? Would she still be with you if she knew what you did? ”

“Leave her out of it,” he barked back at her, reaching his limit of patience.

“She probably thinks you’re an upright guy. Maybe I should just tell her the truth.”

“Honestly Hyeri, what do you fucking want from me? What happened was over a year ago! Yes, what I did was wrong and selfish. It made a mistake, but I’m trying to put it behind. I’m trying to move on!” He slowly raised his voice at her. His chest was moving up and down in frustration.

“Is that why you’re pushing me away? Because I’m a reminder of your mistake?”

“No, I don’t blame you for what happened. It takes two to tango.” “Then how come you stopped loving me from one day to the other?” She shook her head at him in confusion. The anger in her chest had turned into a painful sting, as though someone was twisting a knife right through her heart.

“I didn’t break up with you, because I stopped loving you. I still care about you, Hyeri. But I think we both need this. We both need to move on from this relationship, because we bring out each other’s worst.”

“And Jenn brings out the good in you?” She quirked up one of her brows at him.

“I like the person I am with her... She makes me want to better myself...”

“...and I didn’t,” Hyeri looked away as a bitter chuckle left her lips.

“That’s not what I said. It’s just...you never really trusted me, did you? Because I didn’t trust you either. I always got anxious when you were out with other guys. I became obsessive. I wanted to own you...It wasn’t healthy. I behaved unreasonably and your reacted to that. At some point it just turned into a vicious cycle.” Christian’s gaze softened at her.

“You think it’s gonna work out with Jenn?”

He remained silent, his eyes dropping down onto the floor. “I really like her,” he whispered almost inaudibly. “You can’t keep it from her forever. She will find out sooner or later. Even if I’m not the one telling her, we both know who will.”

~*~

You squinted your eyes together, trying to get a look at her face.

“No way.”

“What?”  

“I know her.”

“Introduce me then!” Dabin demanded enthusiastically, his face lit up with a joyful smile.

“I don’t think that would be a very good idea,” you let out an abashed chuckle, before pressing your lips together with an apologetic expression planted on your face.

“Why not?” Dabin furrowed his brows at you in suspicion.

“’Cause she probably hates me?”

“Why? What did you do?”

“Long story short, we were trying to enter the same student’s association. There was only one open spot and I got in.”

“So what? You won fair and square.”

“Yeah…well that’s the problem,” you shook your head with a chuckle. “I didn’t. I was in some kind of relationship with the head of the association.”

“What do you mean by some kind of relationship?” His eyes widened.

“Sex with no strings attached,” you told him straight forward.

“You slept your way in?!” His eyes widened at you.

“Hell no! I wouldn’t go that far! It started before I knew. But it would be a lie to say I didn’t use it to my advantage when I did find out,” you admitted meekly. “She had the better qualifications... I knew I was only chosen because…you know. But I never said a thing.”

Dabin stared at you at loss for words.

“You think that was a bitch move, don’t you?”

He didn’t have to tell you what you did was wrong. You knew it was wrong, but you didn’t feel all too sorry. It was how the world worked. If there was one thing you had learned growing up in this competitive society; it was that nothing in this world was handed to you for free. There was always a price to pay. You could have right the wrong and revoked your application, but you didn’t. You didn’t, because doing the right thing wouldn’t get you anywhere. There was nobody who would fight for you, but yourself. If playing dirty was what was needed to survive, you would adjust to the rules.

“Yes,” he nodded his head in response, and for the first time you felt ashamed of your actions. The way he looked at you made you feel little. He was probably the kindest person you had ever come across in your life. You didn’t want him to think less of you.

When Dabin noticed the change of expression in your face, he instantly released a warm smile. “But I’m not gonna judge you, Jenn. We all have our reasons.”

“You should go talk to her though,” you changed back to the original topic. “You don’t need a wingman...or a wingwoman for that matter. You’re charming enough,” you encouraged him with a smile.

Ever since the day you saw him perform onstage, his shy and awkward side surprised you every time. He exuded so much energy and confidence when he stood on the heightened platform. How could that rapper with so much stage presence and charisma, and the boy who could barely look into a girl’s eyes be one and the same person?

~*~

You were on your way back to the room, after you had finally been able to convince Dabin to approach her. Not far from the room you saw Christian. A smile appeared on your face and you wanted to wave at him to get his attention, but you realized he wasn’t alone. He was having a heated argument with someone. But you couldn’t see who was standing in front of him. The person wasn’t tall enough and it was too crowded in this place.

You decided not to meddle in his business and quietly return to the room. However, as you made your way through the crowd Christian’s eyes met yours. Shortly after Hyeri walked past you with a tear streaming down her reddened cheek.

“Jenn…” He called out for you as he reached his arm into your direction.

I’m posting this chapter because there has been a really high demand this time round LOL and because I will be on a short hiatus starting next week. I don’t know whether I will come back to update Umbrella. Probably not, but I’m only going to be away for two weeks :) Please bear with me haha. I’d still love to read your comments and thoughts on this one, so hmu. What do you think Christian did? Also, thank you guys so much for you amazing support and love for this story! <3

#christian yu #christian yu scenarios #christian yu imagines #khh scenarios #khh imagines #dpr live scenarios #dpr live imagines #dpr live #umbrella #you guys stuck with me for 16 chapters...#i'm crying #thank you guys so much #queued

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kpopsmutbin · 7 years

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Enough is Enough

;Request: Hey Hey Hey! Can I get some Daddy Jay Park smut scenario? Like rough sex after an argument.

@kares220501

Girl this ended up longer than I fucking expected. Sorry, it took so long.

Word Count: 1,906

Genre: Smut

WARNINGS: Dom Jay, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Orgasm Denial, Degradation,

“On your knees Y/N. Get into position and don't you dare fucking move. You’ve already tested my patience enough for tonight.”

You had met Jay at his party that night. The problem was, when you got there he was willingly being touched and caressed by some random ass bitch and you didn't appreciate that. So, instead of confronting them you did something better. You spent all night flirting and dancing with Christian and Gray, flirted with a couple guys who wanted your attention. By the end of the night, you were on cloud nine and feeling way better about yourself. After a particularly intense dance session, you made your way up to the VIP section. Jay was already there, sitting in his chair, oozing sex appeal and anger. He just looked you over slowly, appreciating the way your dress hugged your curves. He couldn't take his eyes off of you all night. Even when you let all those guys touch the curves he loves so much. The curves that are his and only his to touch and worship.

“Can I have some time with my girlfriend...alone,” he said, voice dark, signaling he wasn't to be messed with. Everyone wasted no time clearing the section, leaving just you and Jay. After standing there for a while, you were starting to get annoyed. Was that all he wanted? To just sit and watch you fidget? You couldn't take it anymore.

“Jay, what is the-

“Did I tell you, you could speak?” his voice was deep yet calm. Your heart sped up, knowing exactly what this meant.

“N-no Daddy.” your eye automatically dropped to the floor, knowing better than to test your luck.

“Hmm. So, did you enjoy the party baby girl?” his footsteps land softly, muffled by the carpet as he slowly circled me. You could only keep quiet, something Jay was not gonna let happen. Any other day, you’d be talking his ear off, but the moment he asks you a question, you choke up? Nah, not gonna fly.

“So you just gonna keep quiet? Not look at me or anything?” he scoffed. “Wow Y/N that’s not nice, is it babygirl?” Your face is roughly lifted and your eyes lock with his.

“You can’t even look your boyfriend in the eyes and apologize. How fucking sad.” That snapped you out of your the submissive state you were in.

“Apologize?!” You looked at him in confusion, head tilting a bit.

“Yes. Of course.” He looked at you, eyebrows raised, almost like he couldn’t believe that you'd ask something like that.

“You don't think you’ve done anything wrong today?” his tone was full of disbelief.

“No!” you were quickly becoming annoyed by his attitude and crypticness. His eyes darkened,

“So you DON’T feel bad about practically fucking all those men on the dancefloor?! While I was there, watching you be a hoe?” he sneered.

You scoffed and crossed your arms, too pissed to let the fact that he called you hoe go. “You BETTER take that back. I’M NOT ONE OF THOSE GIRLS YOU WERE PLAYING AROUND WITH EARLIER! YOU’D CLEARLY RATHE SPEND TIME WITH OTHER BITCHES AND NOT WITH YOUR FUCKING GIRLFRIEND. WHY SHOULD I APOLOGISE FOR ANYTHING?! ”

Before you knew it you were over his shoulder and he was making his way out of the club, stride full of purpose. By the time you got home, Jay had only spoken to you once and that was to stay quiet. He dropped you on the bed.

“On your knees Y/N. Get into position and don't you dare fucking move. You’ve already tested my patience enough for tonight.” he growled and you knew better than to disobey. You quickly stripped and dropped to the floor, on your knees, shoulders length apart, hands behind your back and mouth open. He only spared you glance when he walked back in, button up open and jeans hanging low on his hips. The way he circled around you reminded you of a predator and to be honest, that's exactly what he was at this point.

“So now, you decide to listen and behave.” he scoffed. You glanced up and could see him, slowly stroking himself as he watched you. He slowly walked forward and pressed himself against your lips.You whimpered softly, the urge to lick him was almost too strong, but you knew better than to push him right now.

“Rule 1?” his voice came from behind you this time.

“Only Daddy gets to touch me.”

“And?”

“I should be nice to Daddy.”

“See. You know the number one rule, so why the hell did you think it was ok for you to break it?!” he growled, sliding into your mouth. You couldn’t help moaning and swallowing around him. The heavy weight on your tongue, soothing after a night without him. You didn’t get much time to appreciate the taste and feel of him before he slowly slid out of your mouth. Before you could voice your displeasure, he slammed back into you fucking your throat mercilessly. The sounds he was making, the low groans and grunts were enough to have you a soaking, trembling mess.

“Look how cute you look when I’m fucking your throat.” you couldn't help the moan that escaped. He chuckled and gave you another hard thrust, grinning when you gagged.

“You like that, huh? You like when Daddy fucks your throat like that?” His eyes stared deep into your soul with unrelenting desire, the need to corrupt and to wreck.You didn’t even get time to answer, with a low groan, he pulled back, pulling you up by your hair. Your lips were claimed by his in a deep yet possessive kiss.

“I want you on the bed. Ass up, chest against the sheets, legs spread. Go.” he gave your ass a hard smack and let you go. You scrambled over to the bed and assumed the position, your legs already trembling from nerves. The bed dipped under his weight and your heart sped up again. There wasn’t anything you wanted more than for him to fuck you until his name was the only thing you could remember.

Jay took a moment to appreciate the sight before him. You. Ass up on the bed, your pussy dripping onto the sheets. He could see the way your thigh muscles quivering. He didn't want to give the satisfaction yet, you broke a few rules and deserved to be punished. With a slight sadistic grin, he pulled his hand back and before letting it fly forward, connecting with a loud smack.

The smack had taken you by surprise, but it doesn't mean you dislike it.

“I’m gonna give you 15 smack and I want you to count them out. Ok?” he slowly rubbed the one he just gave you. The motion was way sweeter than the tone of his voice. Apparently, you took too long to answer for his taste. He pulled you up by your neck.

“Are you going to obey me or not little one,” he growled into your ear. You quickly nodded and whimpered.

“Yes Daddy!!” you couldn’t help moaning softly. Jay knew exactly what to do to get you to behave.

“Good. Now count.” By the time you reached 15, you were crying and you ass was numb.

“There’s my good babygirl.” he purred, lightly kissing the marks. “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk and Jay and Daddy are the only things you could think and say.” He slowly rubbed himself between your folds, moaning when he slid through without any problems. “Did Daddy make you this wet? Hmm?”

“Y-yes!” you nodded. All you wanted was for him to fuck you already, not tease you slowly. You wiggle your hips in hopes that he’d have mercy and just slide into you/

“Y/N. stay still before I tie you up with a vibrator.” his growled, gripping your hips bruisingly. “It seems, that my little slut doesn't know how to behave.” He thrust completely into you, smiling at the way you arched and cried out.

“O-oh fuck. Daddy! Please!!” you whimpered. Jay set a brutal pace, fucking you as if his life depended on it. You could only grip the sheets tight, loud screams and moans falling from your lips as you let Daddy Jay do what he wanted.

“Your pussy is just so wet and tight for me baby. I bet those guys you were flirting with at the club can’t fuck you like this.” The only sounds to be heard were you desperate moans and gasps for air and the harsh slapping of skin as Jay fucked you into submission.

“O-oh fuck. Daddy! Please!!” you whimpered. You could feel your orgasm quickly approaching but you knew you couldn't just cum without permission. Not unless you wanted to be punished again of course.

“Please what baby? ” he moaned. One of his hands slowly running from your hips to your shoulders and then back. Pulling you up so your back was flush against his chest, his thrusts didn’t slow one bit.“Tell Daddy what you want.”

P-Please can I cum? I need it!” He chuckled and shook his head, lightly kissing below your ear,

“No. You don't get to cum yet. I want you to scream for me.” You whined loudly, expressing your outrage, only to be cut off by his hand, tightening around your slender neck. “Oh, no babygirl. After those stunts you pulled on in the club, grinding on that dude like a needy little whore. Nah, you don't get to cum until I say so.” You bit your lip, nails digging into his arm as you tried to hold back. Despite his almost brutal thrusts, Jay peppered soft almost loving kisses to your neck and shoulders, leaving countless hickies along them. “Scream for me baby. Let everyone know who fucks you so good.”

“F-FUCK JAY!! PLEASE!” you screamed as loud as you could. “DADDY!! P-please, let me cum for you.” The need to cum was slowly becoming unbearable. Jay knew you couldn't hold out any longer, and if he was honest, neither could he. “Tell Daddy who's pussy this is? Who you belong to”

“Y-you!! I’m all yours!!” you moans were cut short by a particularly hard thrust.

“Do you want to cum baby?” He asked, slowing his thrusts down a tiny bit. You nodded weakly, your body already tired and sore while being wracked with waves of pleasure. “Hmmm, speeds up again, immediately finding and abusing your g-spot. ““Cum for me Y/N.” his word punctuated by a hard nip to your shoulder. You snapped, body arching hard as you came hard enough to see stars. Jay groaned and buried himself deep inside as he filled you with cum,.The way you tightened around him as you came proved too much for his already weakening control. Weakly, you melted into him, trembling from the aftershocks of your release.

The two of you lay wrapped up together in a haze of post-coital bliss.

“Jay,” you started, fingers tracing the lines of one of his tattoos.

“Yea?” he grunted back. Fucking you the way he did took a lot out of him, especially after the night's events.

“You know I wasn’t interested in any of the guys right? I only want you to touch me like that.” He smiled and pulled you closer to him. “I know baby girl. Only Daddy can handle you. Now let’s sleep. I have to fuck you again in the morning to reinforce my rules.”

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mgacaroline · 7 years

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KingsmanTom! Imagine!

Warnings: cussing, mention of sexual assault, violence

Sooo this is my first piece I have written. I was originally not gonna do anything with it but I ended up really liking it. I wrote it first for @tbholland and just kind of fell in love with it.

So here ya go! Enjoy!

Well you could call tonight a failure. Three days into you first trip to London and Y/F/N had dragged you out to some club. Clubs weren’t really your scene especially when you had a meeting the next day for work with the CEO of the company. Y/f/n saw just how stressed you were and decided that a night out on the town would help ease your nerves. She dressed you in a black dress that was much to tight and some heals that were much to high. Overall you just felt out of place. Sitting in some corner of a dark club with loud music, flashing lights, and sweaty bodies. You saw a group of very large muscular men looking You up and down in the corner across from you and it made a chill crawl up your spine causing goosebumps to sprawl out across your arms despite the suffocating heat of the room.

“Y/n, you aren’t even trying to have fun. I swear you can be suck a buzz kill sometimes. ” y/f/n says with sass dropping off every word. You try to not let it effect you because you know that at this point she has had a bit to much to drink but something about how seriously she said it makes you angry.

“Did you ever think that maybe I didn’t want to come out tonight??” You said raising you voice a little bit, “I told you how important tomorrow is for me and you decide that getting me drunk the night before is going to help?!”

At this she looks down to her hands and remains silent. You wait a minute for some kind of response and when you don’t get one you slam your hands down on the table, alerting some people around you as to what is happening, and storm out of the club not looking back. You notice people stare at you as you strut your was out the front doors but what you don’t notice is how that group of men from the corner had followed you out. Walking down the empty streets back to your hotel room was cold and lonely, You tried to just think of ways to calm yourself down. Looking down at your bare feet as you walk on the pavement , seeing as you took off those awful heels a block back, was almost relaxing. Hearing your skin slap on the ground. You close your eyes and focus on the sound for just a moment. Although you can’t seem to focus on your sounds anymore, instead it sounds like a heard of elephants is behind you. You slow to a stop and hear the steps behind you stop as well. Your heart rate picks up and you know that you are being followed. You don’t dare look back instead you look down to your left pretending to fix the side of your dress in hopes to get a glance without being obvious. That’s when you see it. Four very large intimidating men standing at the street corner. Looking at you like you are their next meal. All you can do is try to breath. Slowly you start to walk again and decide that at some point you would have to make a run for it. You knew they were a few paces behind you so you try to use that to your advantage. You turn quickly down the next street and then start to sprint. You ran for about ten seconds before you hear all of them barreling behind you. You quickly turn again and hope to god there would be someone around but you were just met with some large trash cans and lone streetlight. Before they catch up to you you decide to hide behind one of the dumpsters praying that you are well hidden enough to not be seen in the dark.

“Where the fuck did she go?!” One man asks obviously pissed that they lost you.

“I know I saw her come down this way, she couldn’t have gone far ” another says in a lower voice.

To your surprise and luck they continue jogging down the street and don’t see you at all. You wait a moment before standing up and sighing in relief. You try your best to move out from behind the dumpster but somehow in the process you knocked the open lid and it soon came smashing down onto the metal can wit a loud bang. You were frozen. You turn behind you and sure enough there where two of the men standing at the end of the street with a mast smirk on their face. Two wait weren’t there four? You turn back to run and manage to run right into the chest of the this man with the fourth one standing behind him.

“Well hello there lovey, out for a late night stroll?” He asks while getting much to close for comfort. “You shouldn’t be out this late by yourself, isn’t that right boys?” They all nods and laugh in agreement.

He bends down to your ear and whispers, “walking around like that someone might think you are asking for something” with that you push home back as hard as you can and send your hand hard across his cheek.

He looks surprised and then a terrifying grin appears to show all of his sickly teeth.

“Now you really shouldn’t have done that.” He says as he sends a hard fisted blow to you stomach. You fall to the ground in pain. They all start to gather around you and one of them squats down to be on your level. Speaking to the others, “awe look bill, she has even spread her legs a bit for us.” He says brushing you thigh with his rough hands. You can hardly breath as you try to scurry away from his touch. To this they all laugh.

“Hey Nikki, I know we have to deliver her by tomorrow morning but I think there is plenary of time for us to still have some fun with her.” The dark haired one said. You heat stopped. Delivered. To where? To who? Why were you a target to someone?

“I think that is sounds like a great idea Christian.” The one who you assume is the leader says as he gets down onto your level and grabs your chin. “What do you say love, wanna have some fun with real men?”

Your look the disgusting man in the eye as you reach over in front of the dumpster.

“Go to hell you perv!” You say as you grab your heal and knock him upside the head with.

“It doesn’t take much time before you get kicked in the face. Hard.

"Your bitch. Your gonna wish you never did that” he says and he stands back up tall grabbing you by the throats and holding you up against the wall. “You think you have power over me? You are nothing but a slut who deserved to be showed who is boss.”

He lifts you up high till your feet aren’t hitting the ground anymore. It is getting harder and harder to breath. You see your visions going black at the edges.

“Is that anyway to talk to a lady?” A new voice chimes in. “Now I know you blokes don’t have much experiences with true ladies seeing as you were all raised by the filthy rubbish you call mothers.”

You get dropped to the ground with a hard thud, as all of their attention is now on the new gentleman who stepped under the street lamp. He looks classy in a suit and glasses with his hair pulled back. You try to focus on his face but it’s just to dark and you vision is still blurry.

“I’m sorry what did you say about my mum asshole?” The leader asked him as they all step closer to him.

“I’m sorry let me put it into smaller words so you simple minds can understand. Your mum is a pig. ” he says smiling. Does he know what he has just done? Oh god this wasn’t going to be good.

The biggest guy of the group throws a punch but you never heard his fist hit done instead you hear it hit the metal of the street lamp. You try to focus on what is happening around you but all you can do is close your eyes and try to breath again. Then you hear the first gun shot. Your eyes fly open and you gain the strength you were missing only moments ago and managed to pull yourself up and start to run again. They are all so busy with Mr.suit man to notic….

“Charlie! Quit she’s getting away!” The leader yells to one of them. You turn and see the blonde of the group running at you at full speed. You push you legs. Go faster. Go faster. It was no use he was so tall that he caught up with you quick and body slammed you against a brick wall. In some alleyway. You slowly slid to the ground. Your head pounding and something wet dripping down your face. Is that blood? He leans down to pick you up but it’s not long before you are dropped on the ground again and head a loud groan. It’s now hard to keep your eyes open. Blackness is slowly taking over. You feel another paid of arms slip around you but they are different, softer. You still try to fight to get out of them.

“Ssshhhh, ssshhh, it’s alright darling I’ve got you. No one will hurt you now don’t worry.” He says looking down at you. You open your eyes a little and see a pair of black rimmed glasses cover a pair of beautifully warm brown eyes. He looks up from you and calls out “Harrison send my car to the corner of Windermere and 5th.”

Who is he talking to? Why is this happening? You need answers.

“Who are you?” You manage to whisper.

“The name is Tom, my dear, Tom Holland” he says looking down at you. His eyes are so beautiful. They are telling you that you are safe. They are looking through you and deep into your soul. They look like chocolate. That is the last this you see before everything turns black. A pair of chocolate eyes.

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selinavizari · 7 years

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Hotel Encounter

Sexy Encounter with Taron in NYC hotel after meeting at a party. 3,105 word count. Mature Content. ****This is my first fan fic post. Ah! I’m a little nervous, haha, :3*****

I can’t believe this is actually happening. Don’t fuck this up. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. That became my mantra as I brushed my hair, placed it into a loose bun. Frantically, I stare close into the mirror and grumbled at my features. What am I going to do with you? The eyebags. A lovely acne breakout. Eyebrows are trash. I take a deep breath, crack my knuckles, raise my eyebrow and give the mirror a sly smirk. Let’s get to work, shall we? Can’t keep Taron waiting. 2 hours. I have 2 hours to make myself drop dead gorgeous and ooze glamor. Now was my chance to make the impression of a lifetime. His (chiseled) jaw has to drop.

We’ve met before this fateful evening. A friend of a friend who has heavy-weight contacts in Hollywood introduced us at soiree in NYC. Oh, I wish you could have seen how cool I played it! Despite the fact that Eggsy was just my phone wallpaper last month. We had a conversation about film-making. He was endearing, every smile was genuine and I could see how passionate he is about his work. Time flew as we chatted. I gave him my card and left an open invitation… if he was ever in New York that could should give me a call. Immediately after this chance encounter, I called my sister and gushed about every detail. His cologne, biceps, everything. She burned with envy! Then storytime was over and I moved on. That was 3 months ago. Tonight I received a facetime from an unsaved number. My eyebrows furrowed and I rolled my eyes. Who the fuck is this? I angle the phone so that my forehead and eyes could only be seen by whoever made the call. When I saw who it was… my heart sank, butterflies began to float in my belly and sweat started forming on my back. HE REMEMBERED ME. “H-h-hi T-t-taron! Nice of you to reach out to me!” I started nervously rushing my hands through my hair and realized that my voice was way too loud. He replies in that wonderful melodic accent, “You’ve been on my mind lately, love. I’m in NY and I’d like to hang out with you a lil bit. I can send you the directions to the hotel I’m staying at. What you think?” My eyes widened and I froze like a deer caught in headlights. His eyes squinted with frustration. “Are you there? Fuckin’ Apple! I betta not be losing connection -” I snapped back to reality and responded like I reading off of cue cards, “Of course! I’d love to spend time with you. It’s going to take a few moments for me to ready.” “Oh darling, I completely understand. I coming straight out of the blue with this rendezvous. Can you be here by 7?” Oh shit it’s 5. “Of course! I’ll see you soon, Taron.” “Bye- bye!” He gave a big ole toothy grin. Facetime Call Ended.

In a blur, I ready myself for this meetup. my hair is now freshly flat-ironed. My skin radiant courtesy of my previous trip to Sephora. A rouge lip and smoky eye shadow. I’m wearing my best form-fitting high rise black denim skinny jeans that makes my ass look out of this galaxy. A white v neck cotton shirt tucked in carefully. A nice dose of cleavage never hurt. I stare down at my toes and wonder what kind of shoes should I wear as I dig into my closet. This was an emergency. I need the big guns. The Red Bottom Christian Louboutins. Yes, yes and more yes. Almost ready. Rummaging through the jackets I came across my Bad Bitch Motorcycle Leather Jacket. “Oh this would do just fine.” I take a look at my floor length mirror, strutted like a supermodel towards it and plant a kiss on it. I posed my body to check out every angle. Bitch, you are so ready for this. He won’t know what hit him.

I’m so not ready for this. This thought kept creeping into my thoughts as I sat in the uber. We were arriving in 5 minutes and it finally dawned on me. This is first time you’re going to be in a room alone with him. What the fuck am I going to say? I didn’t think this through at all. What if I say something weird? What if he gets bored with me? I’m starting to lost in my doubt and insecurity. “This is it, right?” I was jolted by the driver’s inquiry. “Yeah, yeah it is!” I climbed out of the vehicle and hurried towards the entrance. The heels clacked loudly on the marble flooring. It made me feel like everyone was staring. I shuffled my feet nervously as I stood in the lobby waiting to speak to the hotel clerk. The clerk was slim, tall elderly man who had a vacant stare. The name tag said Gary. When it was my turn to speak my voice raised a few octaves. “Hello Gary, I’m here to visit Taron Egerton.” The man grimaced, leafed through a book, called a number and spoke, “A young lady by the name of….” he absently gestures towards me with his long skeleton like fingers. “My name is Y/N!” “Her name is Y/N and she’s hear to visit.” Taron continues to speak. “Mhm. Mhm. Okay, Mr. Egerton. She’ll be up in a few moments.” Gary hangs up. “Room 805. Eighth floor, of course” “Yeaaah, I get it. Thanks” I roll my eyes at his rudeness and start to walk towards to elevator. When I go inside, I’m startled to be confronted by reflection. I sassily stick my tongue out. Hey cutie. I could feel the elevator gently ascend my eyes glanced up towards blinking floor numbers. My stomach started to feel tight. Too late to back out now, right? The Eighth Floor. I’ve arrived. I strutted, switching my hips down the hallway toward Taron’s room. Here we go. I knocked on the door. Pause. Ten long seconds pass by. The doorknob turns and Taron reveals himself.. He was wearing a black linen shirt. The first two buttons are undone. His sleeves are rolled up revealing his muscular forearms. Those relaxed dark denim jeans are looking damn good on him. I quickly glanced all the way down and noticed he was barefoot. I felt overdressed in these flashy heels. “Come in! Come in!” His hands reached for mine as he closed the door shut. The sudden gentle grip of his strong, warm hand caught me off guard. He lead me into the room which was top-notch. “My God! You look stunning!” I blushed and ran my hands through my hair nervously. “Oh Taron! You embarrass me.”

“I’m sorry… but I calls it as I sees it.” He murmured as eyes glazed over my figure. He suddenly asked cheerfully, “Would you like a drink? We’ve got sparkling water, apple cider, a bottle of pinot grigio…”

“A glass of pinot grigio sounds fabulous to me.” Lord knows I needed something to calm my nerves. “Anything for the lady.” He winked and hopped over to the bar. I stole glances of him. Watched him scurry around for a glass. He held it up to the light to check for any water spots. “It’s so nice to see you, Y/N. I loved talking about films with you. So insightful.”

“Wow, thanks. I try my best.” I looked downward to avert his gaze. Then he swiftly grabbed the wine bottle opener and attempted to get it open. He struggled and then chuckled as I was watched him utterly amused. I walked towards the bar, leaned over and rested my head on my hand. “Need any help? All those muscles and you can’t get this little bottom open. What a shame!” He let out a chuckle and nodded his head. “You're right, dear. I’ve been defeated. Pinot Grigio 1 Taron 0.”

“May I?” I pointed towards to the bottle. “By all means!” He bowed his head and side stepped. I took off my jacket in a over the top manner as if I were a Vegas magician and proceeded to open it with complete ease. Taron was my adoring audience member and began to clap, “Bravo! Bravo! I think I can handle pouring it into the glass.”

“You sure about that?” I teased. He fake pouted. “Duh! I can do that. I’m a big boy now.” I laughed at how childish he made his voice. His boyishness was endearing. He poured my glass and then poured himself one.

I mentioned the rude hotel clerk. Taron frowned, “Oh yeah that guy’s dick. I don’t know what his problem is. How dare he talk to a lovely lady like yourself in that manner. The man must be blind.” He shook his head. I couldn’t quite wrap my head around the idea that he sincerely found me attractive. He caught the sour look in my expression. “You think I’m lying or somethin’?” The tone in his voice was that of disbelief. “Noooo… I’m just not good with compliments. Modesty is a curse, you know?” I shrugged my shoulders.

“You really didn’t have to do all of that.” He gestures his hands towards my face. My eyes lowered and I felt exposed. He sensed that I might have been offended. “Oh no no no! I’m just saying I was perfectly okay with the girl who answered the video call. This is nice too.” He stared down into his drink and sipped gingerly waiting for my response.

“ ...Well thanks. I do appreciate that. All of this” I circled my hand around my face, “...makes me feel good, maybe sexy even.” He raised his eyebrow, tilted his head and gave a sly smirk. Suspicion entered my voice.”...what? What are you thinking?”

“Oh nothing really. I’m just imagining you trying to achieve this look in such a short time!” “What can I say? I wanted to impress you....” Fuck, why did I say that. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. He rolled his eyes, “I’m nobody! I wanted to impress you and I showed up to the door like a barefoot child with this unbuttoned wrinkled shirt while you came in like the real movie star.” We laughed. Trying to impress me? Holy. Shit. This just took an interesting turn. “Do you want to take this bottle to the sofa? This stool is hurting my arse.” I giggled and swiftly turned around to take a quick look at the white 3-seater. “Sure, why not?” Hell yeah I do. I took off those heels and let my feet sink into the thick, lush carpet. “Now I understand why you stayed barefoot. This feels amazing!”

“Look at you getting comfy! Atta girl!” He seemed pleased. I plopped on the left end and him on the right. We both brought up our feet up so we could curl up nicely. “This is nice.” I said softly, and stared into his eyes. We locked eyes for more than a few seconds. It was a pleasing silence. Not strange at all. I sipped some more. We ended up chatting about our upbringing, and silly childhood memories. The intimacy was lovely. Talking to him felt natural. The conversation became a bit more explicit as we began to discuss our first sexual experiences in teenage years. I expressed my displeasure at how horrible my first time was. Taron shook his head in disgust. “A man should always take time to know a woman’s body and what she wants.”

“Agreed! Some of these idiots couldn’t find the clitoris even it smacked them dead in the face.” He nearly choked on his wine from laughter. “You’re too funny! I swear. But you’re right though.”

“Mhm!” I nodded. “It’s tough being a straight woman I tell ya.”

“Would you experiment with women to see what it’s like?”

“Hmmmmm…” I took a deep sip of wine. Taron’s hands shot up in the air “...and that’s a YES! Nice. You are unbelievably sexy, you know that? I don’t care what you say. You’re not going play modest tonight!” He wagged his finger at me disapprovingly. “Okay! Okay! I’m...hot. You satisfied?” I leaned my head back pretending to be irritated. He couldn’t mask the lust in his eyes. “...Not yet.” He bit his lip. “I have a question for you.”

“Go for it.”

“You say that you’ve had awful experiences with men. How do you think I’d measure up?” Oh. My. God. My face burned. My nether regions began to throb. “Hmmm…” I began to examine my manicured nails, acting as if I was really deliberating. “Well…” I noticed he was hanging on my every word… just waiting for his green light. He hadn’t moved from his spot. I gave him a response, “I don’t know. But I’d love to find out…” My breathing grew heavier.

He climbed over me and kissed me softly, I kissed him right back. Our mouths began to open and our tongues were massaging each other. All of those intruding insecure thoughts melted away. This was now and I wanted every inch of him. I began undoing his shirt and my impatience got the best of me and I tored it off. The buttons flew off. He kept kissing me and growled in my ear, “Oh! Is that how much you want it. Okay.” He swiftly unhooked my bra and lift my white shirt over my head revealing my breasts. He began flicking his tongue on my nipple and massaging my other breast. I groaned audibly. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. He kissed all over my abdomen. He yanked off my jeans and underwear. The cool air of the room made me shiver. I watched him intently with my mouth slightly agape. He spread my legs and started to place his finger inside of me. “Oh my…” He licked his lips lasciviously. “You are very, very wet. Just how I like it.” His finger slowly went in and out and I gasped. “That feels so fucking good.” He nodded. “Wonderful...” He placed two fingers and angled it so that it hit my G-spot. “Oh my...Ah!” I moaned uncontrollably. I involuntarily tried to close my legs. He firmly kept them apart. I didn’t want him to stop. He kept my legs spread. He leaned down and kissed my abdomen and planted a gentle kiss on my clit. It drove me mad. I threw my head back in anticipation to what I was in store for. He took the tip his stiff tongue and licked slowly. My eyes rolled back. He gently pulled back the hood so he can stimulate me the most. He started going to work. Flicking his tongue wildly. My back arching and my toes were curling. I couldn’t take it. I was going to come. I was getting so fucking close. He suddenly stopped and lifted his head, “Y/N would you say that I found your clitoris?” He acted as he was genuinely puzzled and needed guidance. “HA! Are you kidding me?!” I slapped my hand on my forehead in utter disbelief. “Yes! Taron! Yes! You are too hilarious. You ridiculous, beautiful man!”

“I shall continue.” He winked at me and picked up exactly where he left off. I gently ran my hands through his hair. My orgasm started building up again and he didn’t stop while I was shaking uncontrollably. I was out of breath. Taron sat up and I noticed his raging erection in his jeans. I sat up, reached over and grabbed his crotch, “I think I can help you with that.” He sat back down on the sofa, “Pretty please, love.” I smiled and pulled down his zipper. He wiggled out of his jeans. I pulled down his briefs and I started stroking him softly. He let out a moan. My mouth made its way down. I started bobbing up and down, with increasing speed. “Yeeeesss, just like that. Just like that. Mmm…” I could taste his pre cum. I used my tongue to lick the tip and go all the way down shaft. He was much bigger than I thought and I started to rub my clit. It was still swollen and wet from juices. He took my head and guided me up and down. He got harder and harder. I was pretty sure he was going to come but then he lifted my head to kiss me. He whispered. “Get up. I want to fuck you so badly.” He turned me around, bent me over the sofa, and slipped his hard dick inside of me. He thrusted hard and I cried out. “Oh Taron! Yes! Please don’t stop. Fuck me hard just like that.” He kept on. He slapped my ass, firmly grasped my hair and continued to fuck me until I could barely breathe. I could hear how my ass slapped against him and how he grunted. “You like this, Y/N? Tell me you love it” He breathed into my ear. “Oh my god fuck yes!” I screamed. “I’m gonna come!”

“Yes, Come! I wanna make you come again!” He started thrusting faster. I swore I saw stars. An orgasm rocked through my body. I almost went limp. He pulled out, pulled me over his shoulder, marched over to his bed and threw me down. This was exhilarating. I don’t know how much more I can take. He spread my legs and licked my clit some more. I was on cloud nine. He then lifted my legs up as far as he could and plunged himself inside of me until he knew he was about to come. His body glistened with sweat and his eyes were wild with lust. He pulled out and came all over my breasts and I surprised him by blowing him again. He threw his head back in ecstasy as I slowly came to a stop. He slumped into the bed and I laid next to him. He reached over his night stand, grabbed a few tissues and wiped me down. Made sure it was all off of me. I noticed all of our clothes were strewn on the floor. We laid down together. I’m curled underneath his arm and studied his chest heave. Instinctively, I laid my hand there. His hands ended up playing with my hair. He took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes and groggily said, “...Your makeup didn’t budge. Not even a little. Amazing.” I let out a dry laugh. I didn’t want this night to ever end.

#taron egerton #smut #fanfiction #kingsmen #selina fanfiction

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write-this-way-please · 7 years

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Let That Liquor Ride

Let That Liquor Ride [DPRLive at a bar]

yeah wait hold up let that liquor ride baby love the way you chillin

Christian sighed rolling his eyes as Dabin stared at you from across the floor. You were waiting by the bar with your friends after Live's set finished. You'd been nursing the same drink all night, occasionally you'd catch Dabin staring at you and you couldn't help but to smile and look away shyly.

Christian had fallen victim to your little game of cat and mouse and had grown tired of it. "Please ask her out already. Mate you're drivin' me insane over this"

"I will…" Dabin mumbled downing back the rest of his liquor. "I will…I'll ask her out…" he stood up, squaring his shoulders before immediately losing his nerves and sitting back down. "After one more drink" he reached out as the waitress walked by and grabbed another glass of alcohol.

"You're pathetic. Come on. What are you waiting for? She's been to every single one of your shows this month. You know she's into you."

"It's not that simple Hyung… She's…"

"Pretty hot and out of your league?"

"Yeah…" he frowned losing what little nerve he had.

"Invite her and her friend up here. Maybe she'll ask you out."

"I can't just ask her up here. What does that look like? Hey, do you wanna come to the VIP area with me? That just makes it look like I'm trying to make a move on her."

"You are trying to make a move!" Christian groaned raking his hand through his hair. "You are literally trying to ask her out. And if I have to sit here and watch you ogle her for another night I'm gonna ask her out myself. And trust me Mate, it won't be for your benefit"

"Alright alright, I got it." Dabin downed Christian's drink before venturing out onto the floor.

"Is he still looking at me?" you whispered to your friend, nudging her nervously.

"Probably" she mumbled, mildly disinterested. "It's pretty much all he's been doing. I just don't get this whole eye fucking thing you two like to do at every show"

You sighed slumping your shoulders. "I'm into him…and he knows it..I'm pretty sure he's into me…And it's like we're just waiting for the cards to align ya know? But it's like we're playing Russian roulette and keep drawing blanks"

"Ok two things Hun" She signaled the bartender for another round. "One, drawing blanks is how you win Russian roulette and two. Promise not to panic?"

"Why would I panic? I'm the calmest person I know" you pouted.

"Yeah…about that. You're not that calm. You're like the opposite of calm…What's the word I'm looking for? High strong, oh and frantic"

"I'm not frantic"

"Don't look now but I lost lover boy"

"What?!" you sputtered looking over your shoulder seeing that Dabin was no longer in the VIP section and making his way over to you. "He's coming over. What do I do? What do I do?" you smoothed down your hair and tried to fix your dress. "What do I do?" you looked at your friend frantically.

"Oh I have an idea"

"What?"

"Sleep with him" she tilted her drink in a cheers. "Twice"

"I hate you"

"Real talk…if he likes you just…go with it. Be you…I know it sounds cheesy but talk to him. Stop worrying about planning every move-out and just let it happen"

"…Let it happen…" you whispered to yourself.

Hearing your name being called you looked up to see a nervous Dabin approaching you. "Hey"

"Hey" you smiled, trying your best to look nonchalant about the whole thing. "Your show was great, wasn't it Sunmi" you looked to your friend, desperately wanting to drag her into this conversation so it was less awkward.

"Yup. Great show, kinda like the show we saw last week, and the week before, and that time we traveled all the way to Busan. I mean there's only so many ways we could see you perform Laputa and-OW! Son of a bitch that was my ribs" she yelped, rubbing her side and shooting you a glare as you tried to keep a smile on your face.

"We always find time for your shows." you laughed nervously.

"Thanks for the support…um look I was wondering if…"

"Yes?" you perked a little too loudly.

"Down girl" Sunmi coughed discreetly.

"I mean..yes?" you tucked your hair behind your ear.

"Did you wanna girls wanna hang out in VIP with us?"

"Actually…I wanted to get some fresh air… did you wanna join me?" you bit down on your lip, glancing up at him.

"Yes" he blushed and nodded happily. "There's a balcony…It's pretty quiet up there. I can take you there"

"Thank you" you smiled, taking his hand and letting him lead you upstairs to the second level of the venue.

"Wow…" you basked in the cool Seoul air. It was always hard to tell just how stuffy, musky, and suffocating a bar was until you tasted sweet sweet freedom. Leaning over the railing you looked out to the city. "Mmm…. This is by far one of my favorite venues- Well this one and the one in Busan"

"You like the Busan one that much?"

"I grew up near the ocean, so it's always relaxing. Smelling the salt water, feeling the breeze….It's nice"

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and grinned. "I wanted to thank you for always coming out to my show. Don't tell anyone but…I get really nervous before shows. That's why I always invite people with me… loco, Jay, Crush, Dean, Owen, Sik-k, Christian…They are my friends but they're kinda like lifelines in case it gets to be too much…But when I look into the crowd and see you it gives me that same comfort.

"Really?" you smiled to yourself. "It's hard to imagine that you get nervous. You're the man behind Eung Freestyle. You're sort of a legend."

He chuckled and shrugged "I'm also the man that's least known from Eung Freestyle. I'm so used to being behind the screen as a producer, or director, even behind a camera. It's strange to have it the other way"

"That why you're always silhouetting yourself in your MV's?"

"You caught me. But if anyone asks it's for aesthetic"

You giggled "You know…you're really transparent about this"

"I try to be as real as I can be" He slipped off his jacket placing it on your shoulders. "What your story? Why do you always come to my shows? And don't say it's because you like my EP that much" he laughed "I don't even think I like my EP that much and I made it-"

"I like you." you sighed, wrapping his jacket comfortably around your form. "Like I really like you. I'm very attracted to you…"

"Very…?" he raised a brow, stepping closer

"Mhmm…" you bit your lip at how he closed the distance between the two of you. His arms resting on the balcony railing.

"Is this an invitation?" he watched as your tongue darted out over your lower lip.

"Do you want it to be?" your voice barely above a whisper as he pressed his lips to yours. Your lips melded into his as you gripped his shirt, deepening the kiss. His lips were a little chapped, his breath lingering with bourbon and yet all you wanted was to keep kissing him. You moaned into his mouth as he nipped at your lip teasing you.

"I don't want this to end" he laughed, cupping your face.

"Then keep kissing me" you tugged his lower lip, between your teeth.

END

Came up with my own DPR Live to throw together. I hope you like it >.<

#khh scenarios #khh scenario #khh imagines #khh one shot #khh fluff #dpr scenarios #dpr imagines #dpr scenario #dprlive scenario #dprlive scenarios #dprlive fluff #live scenarios #live scenario #live fluff #hong dabin scenarios #hong dabin scenario #hong dabin fluff #hong da bin scenario #hong da bin scenarios

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palestinianliberator · 7 years

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koshersexfantasy

so making Aliyah during Birthright isn’t smart bc I already paid the housing deposit and (by that time) the tuition for next year. I might as well stay here until next summer BUT then my parents will have “wasted” money for tuition for me SO I might as well wait until after I graduate, which is the smartest option? I think bc then I’ll have a degree in government and international relations, which I’m hoping will help me land a job there even tho it’s another country. Also if I make Aliyah now I have 24 months of IDF service (which I am totally fine with) and it gets smaller as I age, which I’m also fine with but I was thinking that if I join the IDF I’ll have more of a chance of landing a job, I believe… I’m trying to work all this out without telling my family members and most of my friends bc if I tell my family, they’ll get pissed bc they’ll see it as me wasting my career and most of my friends hate Israel (well one does and the rest are tired of hearing her bitch at me about it) and also I’m pretty sure my bf wouldn’t support my decision So while I’m in Israel I’m going to talk about it with my Israeli family and see what they think (my uncle married a woman who made Aliyah around my age) so then I’ll be able to get more info and I’ll probably talk to some recruiters while I’m there I also don’t want to deal with the social media backlash of moving to another country bc ppl are going to ask why and there’s so many reasons but one of the main ones is “the antisemitism and blatant Christian normativity/ superiority complex here gets on my nerves” and I feel like that’s not an acceptable answer you know, and then also people already hold me accountable for literally everything israel does once they find out I’m Israeli and I don’t want that to be multiplied by ten I’m still seriously considering making Aliyah though

palestinianliberator

Funny that “…blatant Christian normativity/superiority complex here gets on my nerves” while the Israeli superiority complex and erasure of Palestinian culture and identity doesn’t~

I’d comment on the irony but oh well

koshersexfantasy

Funny that 1-you thought my post was an open invitation to comment on, when it wasn’t 2- Your comment is coming off as “The Jewish normative culture in the state famously labeled as the Jewish State is annoying and Palestinian culture is being erased even though I know you didn’t say anything about the West Bank or the Gaza Strip.” So I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but the demographics of the State of Israel is very diverse. One fifth of Israelis are not raised in Jewish homes, and that does not account for those who identify as non-religious. Israel pays money to help institute Sharia courts, sends aid to imams and other Islamic institutions, and there’s the case in Jerusalem. In Jerusalem, there is the Muslim Quarter (which is the bigger piece of Jerusalem and much bigger than the Jewish Quarter), the Jewish Quarter, the Christian Quarter, and the Armenian Quarter. As someone who has been there during Ramadan, I can certify that all Muslim holidays are respected and observances are allowed for- sometimes even state-wide (look at the markets on Fridays, for example). Also, I’m not sure if the Palestinians you are referring to are in the West Bank or in Gaza. Israel left Gaza in 2005 and instead of instituting any sort of functional government, Hamas took over and uses Gaza as a rocket launch center, committing many human rights abuses. Israel sends aid and supplies to Gaza while providing health care for those injured in the crossfire for free. If you’re referring to the West Bank, I’d focus on the schools that the PA provides, which recently denied UNWRA funding because, in order to get the funding, the schools would have to stop teaching suicide terrorism and terrorism in general as something to be glorified. So if a culture that glorifies suicide terrorism, car ramming, and stabbing random people is being quashed, I don’t see why you’re fighting for it, as that would effectively state that you support state-sanctioned terror and terrorism in general. You could also look at the recent arrest of a cancer patient coming out of Gaza who had tried to smuggle in explosives. If the culture you want to preserve preaches sick people, women, or children smuggling explosives, I think that says a lot more about you than it does me.

(I’m making the post like this because the moron blocked me after spouting complete lies....typical)

Your post is full of bullshit and was tagged with Palestine, so yeah I couldn’t care less about you not extending me a personal invitation to comment on it. It’s typical for Israelis to leave Palestinians out of the conversation anyways.

And you can interpret it as you wish, but the fact remains that Israel is only in the place that it is through the ethnic cleansing and slaughter of Palestinians during its founding, as well as the ongoing apartheid & settler colonialism that sees our homes destroyed and our land stolen.

The irony here is hilarious to me because you speak of how you’ve been to Jerusalem during Ramadan...whereas despite the fact that both my parents were born in Jerusalem, none of our family is allowed to set foot there without sneaking in [which isn’t too difficult given how inept Israeli soldiers tend to be].

Your claim about the PA and terrorism taught in schools is nothing but a backwards, racist lie. For starters, the part about funding being denied is just entirely untrue and I don’t even know where you pulled that from. Second, as someone who went to school in the West Bank [where we learned about the holocaust and were taught in religion class about all major religions and that to kill anyone in the name of religion is the ultimate sin and spent our time writing letters to pen-pals around the world], /no/ textbooks me or my family ever used had any ounce of what you claim they have in them. Furthermore, a freaking US State Department study concluded that Palestinian textbooks feature no “incitement against Jews” or “promotion of terror”, but again, I wouldn’t expect someone so in love and brainwashed by Israel to accept facts, or even the word of someone who has lived through what you’re trying to speak about.

I won’t even comment on your blatantly racist remarks about Palestinian culture, as they are both untrue and seeped in such great amounts of your typical racist Israeli dogma that I’d have better luck arguing with a literal pile of shit.

#Palestine #Israel #koshersexfantasy

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hendratds · 7 years

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I need to get this off my chest

Okay, I need to speak about this.

I’m currently in a religious debate with someone on another site I am on. I will not give names, but I will say that this person has really gotten on my nerves.

They started off commenting on my page, preaching about how judgement day is coming and asking me to repent my sins. They were kind about it, and it started off short. I kindly and politely said “I am an Atheist who believes in science, but I respect that you believe in God. Please do not try to convert me.”

The next thing they do is start preaching even more about how I am wrong. They say that my belief in science will send me to hell if I do not repent, warning me about the eternal damnation I will face in hell and that God created everything, and that science is wrong.

I then tell them a bit of my past. I was raised in a Christian household. I was taught to love God and fear Satan and to repent my sins so that I can get to heaven. I have read the entire Bible, front to back. Old and New testament? Read completely. Then I discovered science, and I found that science is more believable than my previous beliefs. I left the religion and I started researching more and more science.

I also told them that no matter what I do, because of my sexuality (I’m bisexual), I will be going to hell anyway. They reply with that because I turned to science, God gave me up to “Vile affections”, which “explained” my bisexuality. They asked me to take a close look at the structure of a cell, the functions of the eye, and the structure of the universe around us, and then said that all of these cannot exist without a greater intelligence behind it. I took Biology, Anatomy, and Physical Earth Science in school before I dropped out (For good reason. The school I went to after I moved was shit.). I also watched and researched articles about Astronomy. (Shoutout to Crash Course!) So yes, I know about the structure of the cell. I know about the functions of the eye. I am researching the structure and workings of the universe. And I still do not believe that a greater power exists.

I tried to reason with them, saying that because we believe in different things, our perception of reality is different. They believe that God created everything and that he is behind how everything works, and I believe in science and the methodical theories behind how everything works. Our realities, though similar, are different.

I told them this, and then they reply again, stating that my sexuality is based on lust. I will now say that this is extremely insulting to me. To say that when I have interest in another woman it is based on lust and not love is like saying I am only interested in having sex with them. I am not. If I am interested in someone, I am interested in who they are as a person. I am interested in getting to know them, so that we may have a healthy relationship. They said that homosexuality is a sin, and that if I repent, I will no longer be bisexual.

It doesn’t work like that. I was born bisexual. Yes, it took me a while to figure it out, but that doesn’t mean that because I switched to science, God “gave me up” to these “vile affections”.

They also said that because I think of reality different from them, they said that I am out of touch with reality. And if that is not an insult, then I do not know what is.

I then asked them how they would feel if I had done the same thing they were doing to me. And this here, is my comment. Word for word, in what I said to them. Note, this is only a part of the whole wall of text I sent them.

“How would you feel if I did the same? Out would you feel if I had suddenly appeared on your page, preaching out how God doesn’t exist and that you must turn to science, and you will die and nothing will happen to you afterwards? How would you feel if you had politely declined, but I kept pushing on saying that you are wrong and that everything you know is proven wrong in science textbooks and official science articles?

How would you feel if I basically insulted and disregarded everything you know? And don’t tell me that God says to forgive me. No, don’t tell me what he wants from you or what he expects from you. Tell me your feelings. Not his. Yours.”

They then reply with this:

“I'm going to do what Paul told Timothy and "avoid foolish and ignorant disputes/questions, knowing that they generate strife. And as a servant of the Lord must not quarrel but be gentle to all, able to teach, patient, in humility correcting those who are in opposition, if God perhaps will grant them repentance, so that they may know the truth, and that they may come to their senses and escape the snares of the devil, having been taken captive by him to do his will."

I could know nothing apart from what the Lord Himself has taught me, for "from His mouth come knowledge and understanding."”

I then asked them why they continued this like they did. I had tried to be polite, but this person hit a lot of nerves in continuing to shove their religion in my face like they did. I replied and called them out in where they insulted my sexuality, scorned my beliefs, and shoved their beliefs in my face. I also told them that if they cannot respect my beliefs, as I do theirs, then to leave my page and never message me again. I’m currently waiting to see if they reply and leave me alone, or if they continue to poke at me.

If you guys want the entire conversation, I will gladly show it to you. I will not give names, of course. I’m not that much of a bitch.

But I want to make a point with this post. Hear me out.

If you want to spread your beliefs, fine. Go right ahead. But please, PLEASE! Do not shove it in other people’s faces. If they say no, respect that. If they say yes, then good for you.

But do not force your beliefs on people who do not wish to convert.

Do not shove your religion is people’s face and tell them that what they believe in is wrong.

Do not insult who they are, even if your religion is against it. This includes their sexuality, personality, and beliefs.

If they do not agree with your beliefs, then that is okay. Not everyone will agree with everything. There will be some people who you cannot talk into joining your religion.

Please, do not shove your religion and beliefs in other people’s faces. The outcome will be stressful for both sides. Respect each other’s beliefs, and move on with your life. We don’t have to make it complicated and taxing. We don’t have to agree with each other. We don’t have to argue about which side is right and wrong.

Everyone is different. People will have different views than others.

All we have to do is respect each other and move on with our lives. It doesn’t have to be as hard as people make it to be.

#debate #religion #speech #respect #differences #story

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