#i almost burned my retinas out but you helped and sat on my fucking lap holy shittttt i cant do this rn

[count-woe-laf]

breathes heavily dta cas

#i need help #i need fucking help- #i stopped reading in april?? after finishing the second book but god now i cant stop thinking about it- #dta #ive literally destroyed myself #none of yall know what im saying and im so glad its just... #creation!!! infinity sleep 30 feet away!! he got high with people cause he doesnt know how to reward people but hey it worked #literally that was the last scene i read and oh my god cas explaining what happened when people tried to kill him holy shit im ill #i missed the sound of you breathing i made you promise not to die of a fever oh my goddd #im going to explode- that's it!! i am going to combust- #i almost burned my retinas out but you helped and sat on my fucking lap holy shittttt i cant do this rn #sometimes i forget dean literally confirmed they were together to keep him safe #contamination!!!! oh lord that chapter made me want to slam my head against a wall #even in his fever dream saving cas- helping cas- protecting worrying dear lord #they better each other cas is insane i love him so much #wow.... #god im so sorry for this mess but no im not if you ask me about this youll either get a 5 paged rant or an incomprehensible sentence #+screaming #ajdhajhdjd #anyways- *breaths heavily* dta cas #the pasta speaks #spn

[worldwidemochiguy]

Milk And Cookies, Part III of the Play Date Trilogy

➵ Jungkook’s sickly sweet ‘love’ tastes rancid on your tongue, as rancid as the lies you have to tell him to satisfy his immature moods. Perhaps, it’s time for another game of tag, but this time, you’re determined to avoid his capture…

➵ Play Date Trilogy Masterlist

➵ Warnings: Yandere Jungkook, Kidnapping, Molestation, Unhealthy thoughts, Hints of Stockholm Syndrome, Drugging

➵ Word Count: 5.2K

➵  Masterlist for all my other fics 

Every day Jungkook left you down there was pure agony. He could barely eat when thinking about you, alone, cold, most likely hungry by now. It’s a lesson, Jungkook told himself sternly, She deserves to be punished for her behaviour. If you don’t do this she’ll never learn.

Still, after four days in your absence Jungkook could no longer restrain himself from checking on you. He rushed into the basement, impatience hurrying his steps now that he had finally given into temptation.

When the light from the doorway fell on your body, pathetically curled as far away from the dead body as physically possible, Jungkook almost cried. The room was filled with the stench of death, the dried pool of blood now sticky, webbed across the ground like mould. 

“…Jungkook?” You croaked, your hesitant voice rasping against your hoarse vocal cords. Jungkook immediately shushed you, rushing to cradle your head in his hands, planting kisses on your squinting eyelids. 

You instinctively flinched away from the light spilling into the basement — burning your retinas after days of complete darkness — but soon you were pressing into Jungkook desperately, shamelessly.

“Please, please, please,” Even in this context, Jungkook burned with satisfaction hearing you so needy for him, “Please take me out of here, Jungkook, please. I can’t stand it, take me with you, please.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay with Jimin?” The only response his probing tone received was a full-body shudder from you, pressing yourself even deeper into his arms — which was now possible due to Jungkook’s swift release of your restraints. You didn’t even notice it, you were so weak with hunger and fear and desperation.

“No, I don’t want to stay with… it, please Jungkook. I want to go with you, please don’t leave me again.”

“Okay, baby.” Jungkook cooed, sweeping you into his arms now that he had fully released you from your restraints.��

You whimpered as he brushed against the raw skin of your wrists, but he ignored it, securing you tightly in his hold. It was so easy to carry you like this, Jungkook thought giddily, you were so weak and needy now that he had given you this lesson. It had been difficult, but it was more than worth it.

As Jungkook left the basement, he lingered with one last smug glance at your detestable former-boyfriend’s body. You were Jungkook’s, and he was determined that you would always need him as much as you do right now. 

You tugged on his shirt, drawing his attention back to you with an amused chuckle.

“Jungkook,” you whined, and he bit back a smile. You were so pretty, all broken and shaking, blood and dried tears crusted on your cheeks. However, you would probably feel more comfortable once you were clean. 

He carried you through the house, refusing to set you down as he moved upstairs to the master ensuite bathroom. Your eyes were screwed shut — so fucking cute — you were probably not used to the level of light after being in the basement for so long. Well, Jungkook didn’t mind carrying you everywhere while you adjusted, or even after that.

He placed you gently on the toilet, cover down as a temporary seat while he filled up the bath, pouring in sweet-smelling bath salts to help you relax. Once the warm water was flowing, he turned to you again. You were staring into the distance vacantly, and you didn’t protest as he began to lift your shirt over your head, undressing you in preparation for the bath.

Jungkook sucked in a breath as your body was slowly revealed to him, bruised and weakened after so long being restrained. He had never seen a more beautiful sight. He had to convince himself not to just carry you straight to the bedroom, but he did allow the indulgence of his straying hands as he lifted you into the now full bath.

He quickly shucked off his own clothes and joined you in the warm water, sliding in behind you and looping his arms around you, tugging you against him until his front was pressed flush against your back. You offered no complaint as he lathered his hands with soap and began washing you, not dissenting even when his hands roamed to your breasts and gave them a firm squeeze.

He let out a quiet groan. You were just so soft and perfect beneath him. He loved you so much. You were relaxed, completely plaint against him and Jungkook could just do whatever he pleased with you. The feeling was intoxicating.

Jungkook kept you in the bath until the water got cold, filling the time by rubbing shampoo diligently into your scalp and then teasing conditioner through the silky strands, planting apologetic kisses on your nape whenever his fingers snagged on a tangle. Once he decided you were fully clean, he stood up, guiding you out of the water and immediately swathing you in a large towel.

Jungkook just couldn’t get over how cute you looked, so delicate and fragile with your wet strands plastered against your face, all warm and tender after your bath. He sat on the lid of the toilet and tugged you onto his lap, humming to himself as he ran a brush through your hair.

You sat there listlessly, watching as the now-murky water rushed away, all the traces of blood and dirt Jungkook washed off you disappearing into the drain, like they never even existed.

Your days were different after that. You no longer woke up to the sound of Jungkook coming down the stairs, but with the feeling of his arms tightly woven around you, and his breath fanning across your forehead. You no longer lived in darkness, but in the bright rooms of Jungkook’s home, and now your home too, he said. 

He never left you alone, not even for a second. He was plastered to your side from the morning, when he would insist you come to the kitchen and sit on the counter while he made breakfast so that you were easily in kissing distance. The two of you finished each day with Jungkook curled around you in bed, softly brushing your hair back from your face and telling you he loved you. 

Eventually, you started to say it back. Started to believe it. With all Jungkook’s protective quirks, the way his attention was always pinned solely on you, and the tenderness with which he treated you, it was hard to believe he didn’t love you. And… he was all you had. 

Thoughts of escape began to drift from your mind like leaves in the autumn wind. But, unexpectedly, you found that spring had returned with a vengeance when you caught another glimpse of your long-forgotten ‘medicine’. 

The sleeping pills Jungkook used to feed you…back when he was holding you hostage…but wasn’t he still holding you a hostage now? You weren’t sure anymore. You hadn’t even touched the front door, let alone checked if it was locked. You knew that if you tried it now, even if it wasn’t locked, Jungkook would be curious as to why you had bothered in the first place. 

If you loved me, you wouldn’t care if it was locked or not, you could picture him saying, Why would you want to go anywhere when I’m right here? Who are you so desperate to see, if not me? In your head, his voice warped into the same bitter, deranged tone he had used when you told him about Jimin.

Jimin. You hadn’t thought about him in a while, you weren’t sure how long. Certainly not since Jungkook murdered him. 

When had you stopped thinking about Jimin? When had you stopped hating Jungkook? When had you become so… complacent? 

Without realising it, your fist had closed around the half-empty bottle, drawing it into you protectively. You didn’t realise most things nowadays, but you started to feel the kindling of a burning passion in your chest, a reigniting of the once burnt-out embers. 

You couldn’t let Jungkook win. You had to fight back, and now that he thought you were finally obedient, it was the perfect time to escape. 

“Jungkook?” Your took care to keep your voice deceptively sweet, fixing a smile to your face as Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open to look down at you, your head resting against his chest. He returned your smile with one of his own. The genuine happiness reflected in his crinkled eyes, and the way his front teeth stuck out endearingly almost made you second guess yourself. 

“Yes, baby?” His voice was thick with sleep, and you tamped down the feelings of affection it brought with it. Since when had you become so… fond of your kidnapper? You forced yourself to continue, thoughts tinged with disgust as you reminded yourself of all that Jungkook had done to you. He deserved this. 

“I… I wanted to make breakfast in bed for us this morning. I-is that okay?” Jungkook visibly softened at your stuttering, a sleepy nod giving you permission to leave. But, when you shifted off the bed and placed your bare feet on the carpeted floor, Jungkook began to get up with you. He pouted, confused as you pressed his chest back down again.

“Breakfast in bed, silly.” You forced giggle, hoping it didn’t sound as strained as it felt, “That means you have to stay here while I make it.”

“But what if you get hurt in the kitchen?” Jungkook questioned, worry colouring his tone, “Baby, you need me there to look after you.” 

You looked down demurely at the sheets, not having to fake a blush, your cheeks colouring of their own volition out of shame. 

“I, uh…” You laughed nervously, “I wanted to serve it to you in bed, like, I’d bring it upstairs and then I could sit on your lap while you fed it to me? I don’t know, it’s probably dumb, you’re right-”

“No, no, that’s, uh-” Jungkook swallowed hard, now fully awake, his eyes wide as they took in your flushed cheeks, nervous posture and bitten lips. He couldn’t believe you were real, you were so perfect for him. “I’d like that. You can do that, you know, if you want to.” 

Jungkook remained ramrod straight, watching you leave the bedroom with a final self-conscious wave. Ever since he had punished you, you had been such a good girl for him. He was so thankful that, even though it was hard on him, he had fulfilled it to the end, because it was clearly the best decision he had ever made. You were his, and you had finally, finally accepted that.

While Jungkook was musing on your perfection upstairs, you were fretting over the amount of pills you should use to drug him. You didn’t want to kill him with an accidental overdose, but you were sure it would take a lot of sleeping pills to knock him out long enough that you had time to escape, and swiftly enough that he wouldn’t be able to do anything before he lost consciousness. 

You peered at the pile of tablets cupped in your hand. Was it even possible to overdose on sleeping pills? You weren’t too sure. You chewed your lip nervously, caught in an unpleasant coil of indecision. 

Maybe you shouldn’t be doing this anyway, a traitorous voice hissed in your ear. Just think of Jungkook. He loves you, more than anyone has ever loved you. More than Jimin loved you. 

“Baby!” 

Jungkook’s voice — raised so that you could hear it from a different floor — startled you. Your wrist tensed up, hand tilting ever so slightly. You watched as if from a mile away as, one by one, the tablets fell off your palm and into the eggs you had been beating. They laid there, suspended in the viscous mixture, incriminating little dots of white. 

“Jungkook?” You yelled back, trying to keep your voice free from hysteria as you frantically crushed the pills with a fork, blending the powder in with the eggs until all that was left was a frothy mixture. 

“Why are you taking so long?” You could hear the pout in his voice from a floor away, making you smile despite yourself.

“I’ll be back soon, I’m just… I want it to be perfect.”

“As long as you make it with love, it will be perfect, baby.” 

“And what if I make it with hate?” You muttered to yourself, dipping the first slice of bread into the tainted concoction, praying that it soaked up enough of the dissolved powder, before slapping it onto the frying pan.

“French toast!” Jungkook exclaimed as you walked back into the bedroom holding a steaming plate, covered with the fried slices. “I could smell it as you were coming up the stairs!”

Jungkook was sitting straight up in the bed. He looked like a child the night before Christmas, right down to the innocent twinkle in his eyes, and it was disturbingly easy for you to giggle at his endearing behaviour, reaching down to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear.

He looked up at you like you were his whole universe, and, not for the first time, you felt a small tinge of guilt.

You brushed it off, sitting down in his lap like you had promised, and his arms curled tightly around your waist just like you had expected. He inhaled deeply, eyes closing in an expression of bliss.

“It smells so good, baby. Thank you.” He punctuated his statement by squeezing you affectionately.

“You think so?” You questioned, faking self-consciousness. This was it, the lead up to the execution of your plan. Jungkook nodded, his face heartbreakingly open, heartbreakingly sincere. 

Soon, his face would be completely blank, relaxed and unguarded. Perhaps then would the demon that prowled underneath his unblemished skin be revealed.

“Try some of it then,” You forced a teasing smile onto your face as you brought up a slice to his lips. He smiled back, tilting his head at you.

“I think since my baby’s worked so hard, she should get the first bite.”

Oh God. He knows. Does he know? How can he know? 

You forced down the alarm with a practised sigh. 

“Jungkook,” You whined, pushing at his chest. “Please, I want to see what you think about it. I’ve never cooked for anyone else before…” 

Jungkook’s eyes widened in amazement. “You’ve never cooked for anyone else before? Ever?”

“No, just you.” You lied, praying he would take the bait. 

He leaned forward and took a mouthful of the poisoned food. He moaned around it, stuffed lips curving up into a smile, a few discarded crumbs falling out of his mouth. 

“It’s good, baby.” He praised your insincere efforts, muffled through the food. 

“Mm, are you sure? I tasted some of it earlier after making it and I think it’s bad…” 

Your face was the epitome of dejection. Just like you expected, Jungkook reached for the plate and began stuffing the slices in his mouth frantically. He was so predictable.

“See, baby?” Crumbs of the tainted breakfast sprayed across the blanket, “It tastes good, see?” His movements seemed to be slowing slightly, though his brain still hadn’t caught up yet, “I love it.”

The plate was empty. Jungkook slumped against the headboard, head tilted back and throat working as he tried to swallow the last dry mouthfuls. You watched as it all went down, into his stomach, into his bloodstream.

“…Baby?” Jungkook’s voice sounded distant. You didn’t reply. “Uh…baby?” His voice sounded slightly panicked now. “Wuh-W-What’s… happening… to me?” 

You remained silent, simply watching as he blinked a few more times, hands twitching like he wanted to grab you, wanted to stop you as you slipped off the bed and away from him. It was odd, watching the effects of the pills. You had only ever experienced them yourself. 

You well understood the nausea he was feeling, the odd filling of his stomach — in his case it was probably exacerbated by the French toast — the way his limbs became heavier, the growing panic that seemed to melt before it could form anything solid. 

You watched it all, forcing yourself to be dispassionate, and the only reaction you let yourself have after he finally fell asleep was a sigh. 

You didn’t let yourself check his pulse. You simply strode out of the bedroom, closing the door behind you as if you were giving Jungkook privacy, as if he had just fallen asleep and you didn’t want anyone to intrude. To be fair to yourself, it was accurate on one account. Jungkook had just fallen asleep. Unless he hadn’t. 

Unless you had killed him with an overdose of chemicals that you didn’t know how to use.

Unless he was just feigning unconsciousness, and was about to come storming down the stairs to punish you for disobeying him, to lock you up again in the basement with the darkness, with the sleeping pills, with Jimin.

You dragged one of the chairs from the dining table upstairs. It was difficult, and took longer than you would’ve liked — your muscles were severely weakened after all that time in captivity. You checked briefly that Jungkook was still unconscious on the bed — he was — and then jammed the back of the chair under the handle on the outside of the door. At least that would delay him for a while.

You choked the little voice inside your head. The one that whispered, soft-spoken and yet harrowingly honest, There’s nothing on this Earth that could stop Jungkook from finding you eventually.

You grabbed as much cash as you could find, not naïve enough to steal a credit card, and left the house. It felt less monumental than it should have done. The sun felt like it had always felt against your skin, and the air smelled only a little stranger. 

You were in a suburban neighbourhood, and it did not take long for you to find a bus stop. It took even less time for a bus to arrive, and only a second’s hesitation before you stepped on.

It felt bizarre, the mere experience of being outside again. You could feel the eyes of the other people on you, looking at your oversized, ill-suiting clothes — Jungkook’s — your flinching figure and sallow complexion. It felt awfully vain to worry about how you appeared to random strangers when you had just escaped from the most traumatic event of your life, but you couldn’t help sniffing yourself subconsciously, just to see if you smelled bad.

You couldn’t smell anything, but perhaps you had gotten used to the scent of death after a week watching Jimin’s corpse decay before your eyes.

When you glimpsed the reassuring blue of the police station, you shot up from your seat. You practically flew off the bus, all the excitement you had expected to feel upon your escape hitting you in one exhilarating rush. You were out, you were safe. Everything was going to be okay. 

There was something so comforting about being asked to sit down in the waiting room, provided with a cookie and a kind smile from the receptionist. 

As soon as you walked into the police station, you had been ushered into a specialised department, They deal with all the abductions and kidnappings, the uniformed officer informed you in a hushed, sympathetic voice. You supposed that’s what you were now. A kidnapped person. A kidnappee? 

“Miss L/n?” A deep voice roused you from your musings and you looked up to see what looked like a supermodel in a police officer’s uniform. 

You felt embarrassment coil unpleasantly in your gut, imagining what you looked like to this Adonis in human form. You swallowed down the mouthful of your reception-administered cookie and desperately hoped no crumbs were left on your lips. 

“Yes?” You answered hoarsely, and he nodded to himself.

“I’m Officer Kim. My partner, Officer Min will be with us shortly. Now, tell me, what did you say your kidnapper’s name was?”

“Uh, it was… Jungkook.” It felt strange to say his name. Everything felt strange now, even your own skin felt artificial under the fluorescent lights of the department. 

Officer Kim had a file clasped in his oddly beautiful hands, but he didn’t open it, preferring instead to study your face intently, as if he was searching for clues.

“And how long has he held you hostage?”

“I don’t know, it’s not like I had access to a calendar down there.” You snapped, and immediately regretted it.

Officer Kim drew back slightly, surprise colouring his expression before it smoothed out into understanding.

“I apologise. That was a foolish question.” You accepted his apology with a grumble, taking another bite of your cookie, allowing the sugary sweetness bursting on your tongue to mellow yourself out.

Another Officer entered the room. You caught a glimpse of his office as the door shut — a desk covered in scattered papers, a phone lying next to the receiver, as if it had been discarded carelessly. You didn’t see any family photos on his desk. The door shut.

“Just got off the phone.” The officer — Officer Min, you recalled — murmured. His voice was quiet, almost relaxing if it wasn’t for the disconcerting lack of emotion. Officer Kim nodded at him, humming in understanding, before they both turned to you again.

They surveyed you almost clinically, like they were looking for the proof of the crime on your skin. You felt almost obligated to announce your innocence. 

“Were you calling my family?” You asked instead. Before, you probably would have thought of Jimin as your emergency contact, but now…

You had a harrowing realisation: You would have to tell Jimin’s mother what happened to him. 

“Yes.” Officer Min replied, “I called someone to collect you. They’re on their way now, they should be here soon.”

“Good.” You said distantly, thinking about the expression on Mrs Parks face when you told her what her son’s last words were. Should you lie? Should you pretend he was brave in his last moments? Or did she deserve to know the truth? Did you deserve to tell her?

You took another bite of your cookie, trying to fill the space in your head currently being overridden with things that made you want to cry in a police station in front of two strangers. You made a small noise of complaint when you realised you had finished your cookie, and Officer Kim — you could tell by the state of his immaculate nail beds — handed you another. 

“-long until he’s here?”

“Oh, only about another five minutes or so.” 

“Good. I don’t enjoy playing babysitter.” You heard as you tuned back into the conversation. You hadn’t realised you had tuned out in the first place. 

“You called… my dad?” You guessed, judging by the use of a male pronoun. As you spoke, your tongue felt oddly swollen in your mouth. Had you somehow developed an allergy to cookies whilst you were trapped in that basement? God, what else was Jungkook going to take away from you? 

A gruff laugh. Officer Min?

“No, sweetheart, not your father. Though you might call him daddy.”

“Ugh, Yoongi,” Officer Kim’s scandalised voice drifted in, “Gross. You’re too old to talk about stuff like that.”

“I’m just about two years older than you.”  

“Yeah but, mentally, you’re- like, fifty.”

Your mind was still caught on a segment of the overheard conversation — something you weren’t meant to hear, they were talking like you weren’t even there, were you really there? — like a record caught on a scratch, retracing the groove over and over.

“You… didn’t call my dad?”

“God, you’re slow.” Officer Kim muttered. 

A cackle. “That’s probably why he likes her so much.”

“…H-He? But… wait. No. Oh, please, no.”

“…And the penny drops!” Officer Min crowed. Officer Kim released a reluctant chuckle as your head swam, vision blackening as you lurched to your feet.

“I…I have to go.” You murmured, stumbling to the door. 

Neither Officer moved to stop you, perhaps they thought it to be pointless with the way your balance kept shifting, barely steady enough to keep on your feet, but they were wrong. You were determined to escape. You had to escape. Your hand curled around the door handle, the cool metal a refreshing hint of freedom, and then-

You stumbled back as the door opened, pushing you away and into someone else’s arms. Officer Min? Officer Kim? Jimin? Was it Jimin, come back from the dead? Were you in hell, and was he there to comfort you?

Your vision blurred dramatically, but not enough to conceal the face of the figure that was coming ever closer. Not enough to hide the eyes, once filled with stars, now tinged with hurt, and betrayal, and so much anger. 

The last sight you saw before you lost consciousness, half-eaten cookie laced with sedatives falling out of your grip, was Jungkook, coming once again to catch you.

A hand was carding through your hair, slowly, reverently, as if each strand was being meticulously counted. You stirred, a flicker causing the shadows casted by your eyelashes to shift along your cheek. The hand paused, then gave your hair a decidedly sharp tug. 

“Ow~” You moaned, your sensitivity to pain making itself known before common sense could muffle it.

“Oh no,” uttered a soft voice, a familiar voice, “did I hurt you, baby?”

“Uh huh,” You mumbled, absently nuzzling against the hand which had now trailed down to cup your cheek.

Even if the way it caressed your skin felt odd, and somehow daunting, it was warm, and it felt like it would support you. You let your neck relax fully as you leaned into the hand, head still fuzzy and muddled from the cookies. The cookies? Maybe you were just feeling the after-effects of a sugar rush. 

“I’m sorry, baby. Truly, I am.” The voice spoke, and it sounded sincere. Troubled. You cooed in sympathy. “I didn’t realise you were still confused, otherwise I would never have made it harder for you like that. You must have been so scared, all on your own like that, lost. You must have felt so guilty. My poor baby.”

“So guilty,” You murmured, knowing it to be true. You could feel the aftershocks of terror and pain still echoing through your body. You couldn’t remember what caused it, but you were sure the voice would tell you soon enough.

“You were very smart to find my friends. They helped me to come and get you, and you were there waiting for me like a good girl.”

“…Friends?” You mumbled. You remembered — a flash of blue. Reassurance. The sweet taste of cookies. They’ll make you feel better, love, trust me, now just go in and take a seat. An Officer will be with you in a moment. 

“Yes, baby, Yoongi and Taehyung, remember them? They gave me a call, to let me know I had to come and get my girl.”

I called someone to collect you. They’re on their way now, they should be here soon.

Officer Min had mentioned a person, but he had never mentioned a name. Come to think of it, how would he have called your parents? Their contact wasn’t on your file, your emergency contact was down as-

Your eyes snapped open, immediately focused on the spot in the corner, underneath the ceiling beam which rattled sometimes in thunderstorms. There was nothing there, except a dark brown stain, persistent enough to withstand a thorough scrubbing. He must have moved Jimin’s body. 

“Baby! Your eyes are open!” 

Jungkook gripped your jaw, forcing your gaze to meet his own. Unlike when you saw him last, frantic and betrayed and angry, this Jungkook looked relieved, and the slightest bit upset. 

“I’ve waited a while for you to wake up.” Jungkook admitted, a sheepish smile directed at the floor, “The stuff they put in those cookies is much stronger that what I normally gave you — I never wanted to risk actually hurting you, of course — so you’ve been out for a few days now.” 

“I… what?” The futility of it all was pressing down on you, barely allowing a word to slip out of your mouth. All that planning, all of that freedom, and you were just… right back where you started. Caught.

Jungkook huffed an impatient sigh.

“The pills you used in the French toast? They’re weak. Very weak. Especially for someone strong like me.” He smirked, flexing his biceps proudly. You noticed his knuckles were blistered, like he had injured them recently. Like he had punched his way through a locked door.

“Baby,” His serious expression had returned, solemn as he placed both hands — matching bruised knuckles — on your shoulders, leaning in to press his forehead against yours. “If you were that upset, you could’ve told me. I don’t think you understand how important you are to me, baby. I’ll do anything for you.” 

He’d kill for you. 

“J-Jungkook,” You sobbed, tears springing from where they had once dried up the moment you watched the love of your life die before your very eyes, “Just- please, if you love me that much… if you want me to be happy, just let me go.” 

Rather than displaying hurt, or anger, he only looked confused, leaning away to tilt his head at you quizzically. 

“Baby,” He started, as if he was explaining something to a child, “Why would I let you go when I know I can give you whatever you need to be happy?”

He continued as your sobs worsened, speaking continuously as if he was in a trance, possessed by passion. 

“All I want is you. All I’ve ever wanted was you, from the first second I saw you I knew you were mine.” 

His hands trailed into your hair again, pushing it away from your face so he could watch you without obstruction as you cried, and cried, and cried.

“I can make you so happy, you just have to let yourself be taken care of, and protected. You were happy with me, I know you were, you just had a little slip. You panicked.” He interrupted himself with a reassuring smile directed at you. With your head in his hands, you had no choice but to look at him, horrified to your core.

“Yes, you were scared, and that’s okay! Love is scary sometimes! But, it did show me that you aren’t ready yet. Don’t worry,” He quickly added as you began to shift restlessly, fear at being punished pumping through your veins.

“I know you will be ready soon! Just not yet. But I’m patient. I can wait.” Jungkook began to draw away from you, drifting back to that staircase that led away from the darkness, but at the same time, only led into another prison entirely. 

Jungkook smiled as he watched you thrash in the seat, desperate to not be left alone. A month should do it, Jungkook decided as he left, pausing at the top of the stairs, adding almost as an afterthought chucked over his shoulder carelessly:

“I’ll see you tomorrow, baby.” 

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Lassiter:

[I watched him after he was gone. How could I not? Hell, there were probably a million other things that I should be keeping an eye on right now but none of it mattered. He was the only one that mattered. I watched Rhys stare in surprise at V’s sudden arrival and I couldn’t help but smirk at the raging hard on that he was sporting. At least it wasn’t one sided. The most common fears all revolved around love for a very good reason. Now that I knew who he was I was completely invested. He had no idea the level of stocker he picked up. I turned that game into a profession.]

[My own thoughts came to a halt when he told Rhys to throw the couch out in the backyard. Why? I mean… I guess it was destroyed now… I waited for Vishous to leave the room before I snatched the couch back. Rhys would probably be super confused but I wasn’t about to explain my reasons. I put it back together as best I could and sat down on it. Right where he’d sat. Put one hand down and you see the scorch marks. Intense heat. I could smell him. That scent that he was throwing off was intoxicating. I dropped my head back and drank it in.]

[This could still go so wrong… Doubt crept in like an ugly monster threatening to drag me under the waves of an angry ocean.]

[Then I heard him. Crystal clear, louder than a blow horn. Yet somehow it was only a whisper in the back of his mind. I heard him like a prayer cutting through all frequencies calling out my name. I sat straight up with a gasping breath.] Vishous… [I might as well have been sitting right next to him, he drew me all the way in, he wanted me to see. I groaned loudly and shifted my own hand to exactly where he had his. He had a beautiful collar laying across his leg. Look, he could be romantic. Already giving me gifts. Well… technically I didn’t have it yet. We would have to fix that. After…]

Oh FUCK!! [I could see everything he was imagining. The wicked imagery of my mouth closed around his thick cock. Exactly what I wanted to do when he was still here. I could almost feel his hand in my hair, forcing me to choke a little before having his way. Did he know that I was right here with him? He had to, he invited me to the show. My hand matched his stroke for stroke, letting go at the same moment he did. I shouted his name out and slumped back against the couch.]

[This was serious. Shit. What do I do now? I should let him have a moment to himself. Right? He needed to process? I didn’t know how to do this. I’d watched so many others but I forgot what it was really like. I should go down there and talk to him. I caught myself pacing from one end of the room to the other, just like he had. I was stuck between giving him space and invading his space.] 

[I chose somewhere in between. I would give him his space right now but my ass was showing up at last meal. Afterall, he had a gift for me. Right? Whatever I just wanted to see him. I showed up long before the meal was ready. I stood invisibly at the back of the room and watched the doggen busy with their work. It was interesting to me how they moved in and out of the room with purpose. I only came out of the shadows after the King and a few Brothers had arrived. It wasn’t so odd to see me around the mansion but then again I worked pretty hard at being ignored. Funny thing is, I always had a seat at the table next to Wrath. I just usually didn’t take it. I threw out random banter that they would expect from me and waited for him. He would show up, right? Shit. I wasn’t even sure now.]

[Fritz must have known something was up. Bless his heart that man pays attention to everything. He made me a fruity drink with lots of umbrellas, just how I liked it. I could have hugged him. I nibbled on his delicious food but it was the drinks that I was downing. Not like alcohol really affected me but it did calm me out for the moment when he would show up and I would make a total fool of myself. Later…]

Vishous: 

The water coming from the shower head wasn’t scalding enough. I scrubbed every single inch of my body yet the feeling didn’t leave with the suds that gathered at my feet. There was very little I could do to stop what was happening all around me. Throughout the many years of my life I’ve tried to course correct things I’ve seen and the universe never yielded. Not once. 

Pure frustration rolled off my skin along with steam as I stepped from the shower. Fuck clothes. The bed was calling. Sleep was calling. Anything that would snatch me from the thoughts that kept clawing at the wall I had built to keep them out. 

I opened my mind for a split second to listen for Rhys, his mind or his heart beat. He was long gone. As he should be. I thought about my best friend down in the infirmary and settled myself to the fact that he had company. And that it wasn’t mine. It was just one of many things that needed my attention besides the angel.  

The image of him crept right in over that wall. All long, lean muscle and bright white eyes that nearly matched his hair. 

I hated how much I wanted him. Or I hated myself for allowing him the upper hand. More like both. 

A half a second before I called Fritz to deliver my meal I felt it. A ripple of energy that came from the dining hall in the main house. 

 Motherfucker. 

I came up from the tunnel to the kitchen and found Fritz there with his mouth hanging open, I hadn’t bothered with clothing before making my grand entrance. I shrugged it off as purposeful. 

“Care to help a brother out?” I asked when I cupped myself. 

Dutiful as ever he brought me a pair of dark grey sweats and a black tee, which was once size too small, without a fuss. As I dressed myself in the pantry I laughed at myself and the obedience my dick seemed to have when it came to the one who was now enjoying a fruity cocktail next to the King. 

I could hear the entire conversation. The ones spoken aloud and the silent questions. 

Rhage ribbed Lassiter. Lassiter enjoyed it, his comebacks viciously witty. 

The Brothers pondering why the angel graced us with his presence. Zsadist worried about Butch as much as the diety that sat at the table.  Me too, brother. Me too. 

There was a pause when I entered the dining room. A collective silence. I sat at the spot directly across from Lassiter which meant the King was on one side while the seat beside me sat empty. I glanced at Wrath but he was in his own world behind pitch black glasses. Dinner had already begun and a plate was set in front of me. 

The chatter resumed with pauses for a bite here and there yet I hadn’t touched mine. I stared at the savory dish before me but the one across from had my attention. The scent of sunshine smothered anything else and I felt the same ripple of electricity but this time it came as a surge and went right to my cock. Shit. I needed to address the elephant in the room except this was the wrong room. 

I laughed. Outloud. To the amusement of Wrath as he turned his head in my direction and a brow shot up from behind his dark glasses. 

“If you’ll excuse me.” I said to him. To everyone. I had to get out of that room. I felt the heat in my hand and by the wide eyes that followed me out of the room, the others felt it as well. 

‘Meet me in the library. Now.’ I thought before turning to peg Lassiter with a look that made sure to get my point across. 

Lassiter:

[With every step that brought him closer to the room my heart seemed to pick up a beat. I felt as if I would have a heart attack altogether by the time he stepped into the room. Everything stopped and I stared across the room at a chiseled work of art. So stunned that I couldn't breathe. Surely I had noticed him before. How could I not? But I hadn't. Not really. Nothing felt like this. Maybe the timing wasn't right...]

[The world seemed to continue about it's business and he sat down across the table from me. I wanted to reach out with my foot and run a toe up the inside of his thigh. I wanted to crawl across the table with a hungry look that was only meant for him, land in his lap and steal a kiss from his delicious lips. So many things I wanted to do. It took everything in me to remain seated, watching him from under long lashes. I was almost giddy and it wasn't from the alcohol. Everyone else must be seeing this. I hazarded a look around the room, almost willing them all to ignore us. This didn't need to concern any of them.]

[And then he laughed. My eyes shot to him and my entire face flushed red. I bit my bottom lip harshly to keep from saying anything. He stood up and his sweatpants did not hide anything that was going on down south. With Wrath blind I was probably the only one that actually saw it however. My male was so damn virile. Fuck!]

[I heard him in my mind like a growl that climbed up my spine and sent chills all the way through me. I was in danger of burning out the retinas of every vampire here. I felt the fire rush down every nerve. His eyes landed on me and I was fading out before he even turned back around. I vanished from the sight of vampires and they didn't have time to notice because Vishous made such a scene on the way out. They might put two and two together later but I didn't really care right now. I had a meeting with a hot vampire.] 

[It would be rude of me to ghost directly into the room. I reappeared in front of the library and paused for a second to bring my pulse back down. I closed my eyes and let out a long, steadying breath before opening the door.]

Vishous: 

The problem with this entire situation had presented itself. And it happened in front of a third of the Brotherhood. If it wasn’t the scent I was throwing off the entire time then the tented cotton fabric definitely gave away the sitch. Did it matter what the others thought? No. Not in the slightest. They also knew better than to ask. The problem was that I didn’t think. I rushed into the King’s home without clothes on. I sat next to the family with a raging hard on. All of that was moot compared to the fact that my hand was nuclear. The glove kept it from burning everything in the room but I couldn't control it. Not next to the angel. 

I took a lap in the tunnels. To the Pit and back. Fritz ignored me when I ran through his kitchen and ended up watching Lassiter hesitate in opening the doors to the library. My hands tucked away in the pockets of my sweats I came up from behind the male. Not in surprise. He knew the moment I arrived. Fuck, he knew my every move come to think of it. I blew out a harsh breath and watched as bright blonde hair moved with the gust. I swallowed hard and then tilted my head. My nose touched the back of Lassiter’s head and I buried it into the soft strands that hung past his tight ass.

“Hello, Lassiter.” I whispered. 

Lassiter:

[I smelled that intoxicating scent and knew. Did he know that he was currently filling the hall with his bonding scent? I was a goner. I swayed on my feet in an almost cartoon fashion, leaning toward the source. I wanted to be coated in it, wrapped in layers upon layers so that the whole world would know.]

[A breath hit the back of my neck and all of my skin pebbled in response. I shivered and groaned at the same time. My cock had its own response, stiffening to the point of being almost painful. My eyes closed. I could picture him behind me in the shirt that was plastered to every ripple of muscle and the pants that allowed plenty of room for his erection. I grinned a little in the knowledge that I had caused that.]

Hello, My Love. [The title was given on purpose. I knew myself enough to know where I stood on the matter. I leaned back against him and rested my head on his shoulder. A content hum rumbled through me before I rolled my head against him, as if to cover myself in his scent.]

Vishous: 

I hid my smile behind the angel’s head. ‘My Love’. He had a flair for the dramatic and always had. I could replay the moments I’d caught sight of him in ridiculous leopard leggings, tunics that could pass for a dress, his hair braided to the point that Vikings would be envious. I never gave much thought to it. He’s Lassiter. And now that name came with an entirely new connotation. 

The smile faded when I moved from around Lassiter and became interested in the hand carved desk that sat on one side of the vast room. My back was to the angel while my hands came out from my pockets and I laid the diamond choker out on the wood surface. My jaw flexed and I took another breath. 

“Do you want it?” I asked. It was a simple question. Yet, the answer would complicate it. Either he wanted it and all that came with it. Or he didn’t and we would have to reroute this entire journey. Like it or not, the destination stayed the same. 

Lassiter:

[I felt the loss of him behind me like a physical pain. I stumbled a little bit and recovered by placing my hands on the back of a chair. He wasn't watching me right now so I took the moment to try to recover. I'd overstepped. Again. It was a habit of mine. I was only driving him further away by insisting that he address this between us.]

[I was staring at the floor, trying to think of what I was going to do next. How would I move forward? Everyone saw me as this happy-go-lucky guy who did stupid shit and was generally annoying as hell. The serious side was buried deep and more fragile than I liked to admit.]

[At the end of it all I stood there and waited. I owed him that. I heard the small tinkling sound before his hand came out to reveal the collar. Beautiful diamonds sparkling in the light as he set them on the desk. I looked up at him but nothing was revealed by the back of his head. It was good he couldn’t see my face work through the decision.]

[My answer was quick and snapped to the forefront immediately.] I'm not a pet, Vishous. [I closed my eyes and let out a heavy sigh. I came around the front of the chair and threw myself down in it as if I couldn't possibly be asked to hold myself up longer. My legs dangled over the armrest and I massaged my thumbs into my temples.]

I'm older than you can imagine. I've loved and lost and died for the effort. Never once did anything come at me like this. Like a lightning bolt from the sky that I can't ignore. I was a fool to think that what I had before could measure up to the real thing. [I was getting too deep again. I needed to stop or I might lose it all.] If anyone could collar me, it would be you Vishous. [The thought was appealing on many levels. I stared off at the bookshelves on the other side of the room. I suppose I hadn't answered his question. I'd been alone for so long, I didn't know how to be any other way.]

Vishous:

“A stale-mate then.” Lassiter couldn’t see it but there was a smile edging over the thin line my lips had been set in. I took the easy way with this. If he had said yes then the roles would be defined. There would be little doubt how things would play out, at least on my end, but then where did that leave him. 

I took in a deep breath and gathered the diamonds in my hand, running the pad of my thumb along the surface of each of the cut stones. And here I thought a bit of sparkle was all he’d need. 

“I know how old you are.” I turned and slid the collar back into my pant pocket. “I know the stories. Who you are. And now what you are.” My brow kicked up and I reached up to rub at the tattoo above it. “Loved and lost and yeah, I get it.” I nodded but I was lying. He probably knew that already. He knew everything. My every move. Thought. Emotion. He had total control in this situation. Which meant he should be aware how uncomfortable it made me. 

My ass met with the edge of the desk and my arms came up to cross over my chest. I wasn’t sure where to go with this. The moment I saw him in the hall for Last Meal, I felt the instinct kick in to make him mine. To cut his clothes from his body and have him right there on the table in front of the King and all, not that Wrath could see anything but blind doesn’t mean dumb. Each time I was in Lassiter’s presence or even the thought of it, sent me reeling into this lust filled craze. I pushed too hard. 

Lassiter:

Come now, I might be old but I'm certainly not stale. [I dropped my head back so that I could watch him across the room. I tried to smile but it didn't quite ring true. Watching him put away the shiny choker hurt in a way that I didn't want to analyse too hard. Everything in me wanted to hide from that feeling. I buried it deep, swallowing the large lump in my throat.]

[I straightened up in the chair and found a stray thread that was in dire need of plucking. I couldn't grab it fully, no matter how hard I tried it kept slipping through my fingers. My brows furrowed. This was wrong. All wrong. The entire feel of the room was nothing but awkward uncertainty. We weren't meant to be like this.]

[It never occurred to me that he wouldn't want me if he didn't have complete control over me. I wasn't wired like that. I was always too rebellious.]

[I watched as small drops of rain hit the windows. It had my face pinching further. I should go...]

Do you want me to leave?

Vishous:

My jaw ticked. 

No. 

The word boomed inside my head so loud I wasn’t sure if it was silent or not. Fuck this sticky, unyeilding tension. I didn’t give a fuck who we were. What made up titles someone else gave to us. Not right now. The hurt in Lassiter’s eyes was a dagger to my gut and I regretted playing this coy piece of shit that currently stood before him. An angel. Created by something bigger than I. Greater than the Brotherhood. Our race. 

I made the distance between us shrink in the blink of an eye. Lassiter wasn’t a small male but with him sitting and me between his long legs he seemed so. All it took was a finger under his chin to lift it. I found it hard to breathe without sunshine blinding my senses. While he watched I ripped off the glove of the opposite hand and then ran the blinding white of my index finger across his high cut cheekbone. 

“The trick is to pretend you’re the smartest person in the room, although I always am.” I smiled. It might have been a cruel one with all the thoughts that flipped through my mind. Figuring out exactly where in the room I would take him. I willed the large doors to slam shut and lock, sealing us in the library. 

“Until now.” I murmured. “I don’t like it. Fucking pisses me off.” I nudged further between those legs that I would love to have wrapped over my hips. There was an abundance of caution when it came to the hand that could and would burn anything it touches … “You seem to be the exception, angel.” My mouth was on his in the next second and a growl shook the floor beneath my feet. It was as if Mother Nature came right into my mouth the second I tasted his tongue again. “You need leave now if you’re going but I want you to stay.” I bit out the words between licks against his plump bottom lip. 

Lassiter:

[I don't know what I expected but Vishous always had a way of surprising the hell out of me. I felt his reply like a shockwave even though he said nothing. My eyes widened and I was too frightened to move. Suddenly he was there and all thought left me. He had that effect on me. I forgot to breathe until he touched me, a small sigh escaping.]

Vishous... [It was uttered like a prayer, small and personal. I rolled my head into his warm touch. Like the sun itself, fueling me.] I am completely weak against you. [Maybe I shouldn't have said it, but it was the truth and I wasn't about to take it back.]

[I moaned into his mouth, eyes closed, lost to the moment. My hands found their way behind his neck without my knowledge. I felt his strength roll through me like a bolt of lightning. This was how we were meant to be.] So long as you want me here, I'm not going anywhere. 

[Some small part inside of me didn't believe that any of this could be real. It was the ugly insecurity that had me doubting everything. This was too new, too fragile. Like a snowflake that would melt as soon as it touched down. I couldn't allow my fears to ruin us before we even started.]

[I grabbed on that much tighter, pulling myself up off of the chair using his body. My tongue rolled and twisted over his. Not a true battle, he could take whatever he wanted from me, it was freely given. My arms draped further down his back as I came up higher. I didn't bother to stand, I clung to him as if my life depended on it. Legs wrapping up and around his muscular frame.]

[I left his lips only long enough to lean in towards his ear, as if I had a deep secret.] I don't know if you are fully aware of it but you are filling this entire room with your bonding scent. [I didn't say it to scare him away from me again and I held fast to make damn sure he didn't.] I want it... [I couldn't help but groan, the need was deep.] Please...

[There were so many reasons behind the desire, things that I wasn't prepared to articulate. Still... I needed him to understand why my emotions swung so drastically. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and took a deep breath before dropping the barriers between him and me. I let him freely see inside the whirlwind that frantically tore at me. My insecurities, my certainty that no one would ever want me. All rooted in a betrayal eons ago. Nothing of his making but further reaching than I desired. Boiling down into a need to belong to someone, to not always be on the outside looking in. At the center of the maelstrom was Vishous, bright and shiny. My love was inexplicable. We barely knew each other and I was all in. He held the ability to either anchor me or destroy me.]

Vishous:

The laugh that rolled through me sounded demented. I knew what I was throwing off. The scent of smoke and fresh oiled leather was at odds with the rolling waves of sunshine and soil. It was like holding mother Earth right in the palms of my hands. Lassiter thought he was telling me something that I didn’t know. He was sweet like that. 

“Fully aware.” I whispered back. My words were lost in long strands of silk and one arm snaked around a trim waist so that he and I were locked together. The moment the veil between our minds fell I was vaulted into a sense of longing and sadness. Fear. The scent of it licked at my spine and spilled down to my feet. I used that fear as fuel to get me to what I wanted more than anything in this moment. A fleeting moment in a very long life. 

It would be all over him by the time we left this room. The entire house would know what went down in here. I pinned Lassiter up against the closest book shelf, a rare collection, and I took great care not to incinerate the delicate spines that were too close to us both. The sound of fabric ripping filled the room and by the time it was quiet again there was nothing left of his or mine. Both hands cradled his chiseled features and I kissed those lips that had been begging to be kissed again and again. “I need inside of you. Feel me?” I growled the question. One hand dropped to grab a hold of your bare ass, tugging you up my body until I felt hot flesh slide between your cheeks, teasing the puckered skin there. “There’s no going back. Lassiter.” I bit out the name but I wanted to see his eyes. The brilliant white that punctured my soul and sent us into another reality. One all our own. 

Lassiter:

[For a second there I wasn't sure if I had broken him or not. The laugh was nothing like I'd ever heard from him. But then his arm came around me and I felt myself relax on many levels. I smiled against his neck and bit softly. He smelled so damn good. It was amazing to know that I was the cause.]

[My back hit a bookshelf and a gasp of air left me.] Fuuucckkk... [I could think of nothing more than the image of him slamming me against every surface in this room. Then I caught the hint of concern that he had for the priceless books. Darius had a huge collection. He would be pissed at me if I burned them all fucking his brother. A smile spread over my lips at the thought of that conversation. 'Hey, by the way, I accidently burned your beautiful mansion down when Vishous stuck his dick in me.' I stopped for a moment, wide eyed, because that might actually happen. Air hit my skin and I looked down to see that V had made short work of our clothes.] Shhiiiitttt...

[I barely got the word out before his mouth was on me again and all thought left. I was lost to the feel of his soft lips, contrasted by the scratch of stubbly facial hair. A different kind of burn that I welcomed. I stole his bottom lip, sucking on it until I was satisfied that he would know that I'd been there for awhile after the fact.]

[Whispered dirty words brought me back to reality, if only for a moment. Vishous was going to...] Oh God!... [I could feel him there, thick and hard. A terrible time to remember silly things like I might actually light this place on fire.] Vishous... [I was having a hard time articulating much, my entire body was poised on the edge ready to dive in to the deep end. This was Vishous though, and I didn't have to use my mouth to speak to him.] 

[It was an easy thing to go to the other side where things like fire could be controlled but the idea of us always having to resort to that didn't appeal to me. Especially in the moment, like right now. I wasn’t going anywhere. We might break everything in here, but I thought that we should be able to keep it all from setting on fire at least. I formed an image in my head of something that I thought might work for us. He had control of the mhis, I had my own version of it, together would probably do the trick (with a side benefit of only God himself being able to find us).]

Vishous... [Moaning his name once more. I swiveled my hips, feeling exactly where he was positioned. I wasn't daring enough to take him dry but I did push down enough to feel the sting of it.] Going back was never an option.

Vishous:

I was too busy relishing in the way my name sounded on his lips too see the image in his mind. Lassiter had let down the barrier, given me the ability to see as he did, yet the need to fuck him was muddying that up at the moment. 

We went from the bookshelf to the desk I had visited just a few minutes prior and I laid the angel out on it’s large surface so I could admire what was mine either or in the future was yet to be determined. 

“There is a small bottle of oil, top drawer of the dresser in my room. Get it.” I worked my hands from the prominent collarbones of Lassiter’s chest to the sharp cut of his hips. There between my palms laid his thick cock, swollen and needy, as I had always imagined it would be. In the moment between waiting for him to procure that bottle and being deep inside him, the thought hit me like he’d thrown a baseball at my head. The Mhis. Yes, of course. The veil dropped around him and I so that if anyone had ventured into the library, even though the scent coming from me would be warning enough, nothing would seem out of place besides a missing piece of furniture. 

Lassiter:

[One minute my hand was bracing against the bookshelf and the next I was flat on the desk. The rush of it warmed my entire body. I could see the heat start to show on my skin, no matter how hard I tried to control it. At some point I wasn't going to give a shit, I only hoped that I didn't blind my mate in the process. I was splayed out on the desk like full course dinner and that was exactly how I felt with his hungry eyes running over me. It made me blush and preen at the same time. I couldn't remember the last time someone had looked at me like that, if ever. My back arched into his touch, rolling with the need to feel him.]

[I could hear his need echoing mine and there was nothing more intoxicating.] As you wish. [I grinned like a fool and propped myself up on one elbow. My other hand blindly reached out to get what was asked for. I came back with a pair of handcuffs. I arched a brow and tossed them aside going back for another try. I retrieved something that felt promising but turned out to be a flogger. I huffed out a laugh and went again. Socks, boxers, nipple clamps, and a dildo later... Finally found what I was looking for. I presented it triumphantly holding in the laughter that threatened to boil out. I couldn't even say anything for fear of breaking the dam open.]

Vishous: 

“Cute.” I snatched the lube from Lassiter’s hand while I gave into a laugh. Leave it to the mischievous angel to empty the contents of my drawer before getting what I asked for. I pondered if he was stalling. Nervous, perhaps? 

I punctured the tube with my fangs since my other hand was currently at nuclear stage, the heat it created would simply melt the plastic along with the contents inside. A few drops spilled messily over my cock while I let two fingers trace beneath Lassiter’s heavy sac. A few more drops to those very fingers before I attempted to open him up, the glow from my icey gaze adding a shadow over the chiseled features of Lassiters unique features. The high cheekbones and sharp cut jaw mixed with lips so plump I swear they’d produce a sweet nectar if bit hard enough. 

“We’ll leave those for next time, true?” I nodded toward the fake cock and various toys he piled up on the desk. 

I bit back a growl when my index and middle finger found their destination while I curled my upper body over his, dropping the small bottle so I could trace more slick fingers just under his chin, tilting it up. There beneath his jaw a jugular that beckoned to me. I could feel his pulse in the tight heat of his hole that I fucked two fingers into. 

I couldn’t wait. Nothing was keeping from him. He would still feel it but then again, I wanted him to. I lined myself up while urging his legs around my waist with an image of just that which I pushed into his open mind, giving into the instinctual needs to be inside him. Now. 

The sound I made would have shattered glass and crumbled brick had it not been for the protective shield my mind created around us. My skin grew hot. Hotter than that. It was a reaction that his own body would mimic and I ached for it. 

Lassiter:

[His laugh infected me for exactly two seconds. That was all it took for things to get very serious and suddenly I was right back in the moment. Oh shit, this was really going to happen! This wasn't a dream or some far away vision. I was spread wide for Vishous to do as he pleased. Both hands flung out to grip either side of the desk. It felt like the world was tilting and I was about to fall off the damn thing. My body shuddered with the feel of his fingers working into me. When was the last time I'd even been intimate with someone? Stupid to try to remember. Nothing before this mattered.]

[I could hear the wind howling outside. Those small drops of water had turned into a full blown storm. Lightning shot down from the sky to split a tree in the backyard. I was distantly aware of a conversation somewhere in the mansion, 'The forecast was for clear skies tonight...' The laugh that spilled forth was almost maniacal. I wondered what might happen. This was only the start. I made damn sure that my own version of mhis was wrapped good and tight because things were about to get nuclear.]

[All thought abandoned me and I allowed myself to be carried away in the moment. Nothing else mattered except for the gorgeous male that my legs wrapped around. He didn't need to show me the beautiful image in his mind to get me there but it sure as hell was hot seeing him picture me like that. Once again it hit me and this time it sunk in, we were here together. This was real. I felt him inside me and my entire world ignited. I hooked my ankles behind his back and urged him forward. The full, stretched feeling was something that I never wanted to go away.]

Please... [I bucked toward Vishous only partially aware of how bright the room had gotten.]

Vishous:

There was a moment between thrusts when I reached a clarity that I’d never been afforded. A vision unlike any other. Lassiter and I were the opposite of each other, like magnets, the divine and the truly wicked. The south pulling the north in with enough power to shatter any and all other attractions. 

Time stood still while I rutted against the angle with a primal need that came from generations and generations before me. Something rooted that I hadn’t wanted to see come to fruition. Ever. I enjoyed my exploits yet something had been tugging my attention from such cumbersome meetings with strangers over and over again. It was him. His existence here on Earth. In Caldwell. This son-of-a-bitch who made my blood boil was the salvation that I thought wasn’t ever meant for me. 

In an instant the universe flipped upside down and nothing mattered but the male that was spread out with me inside him. And I pushed in again and again until my entire body turned molten and the desk shook beneath him. It would be nothing but ash in mere seconds but I didn’t care. I needed him. 

One hand shot up to close around Lassiter’s throat as if that would hold him in place while my hips pistoned, slapping against the perfect skin that was brighter than the sun at the moment. I wish I could recall the storm that was brewing outside. The sound of a freight train. The yelling that was going on outside the door. The booming thunder that shook the mansion walls. But to me it was the soundtrack to the climax that I reached as my thumb hooked inside Lassiter’s pretty mouth, bright white eyes fixed on his, the fingers that had opened him now wrapped around his long cock.

“Come with me, Angel.” 

Lassiter: 

[It was like we were inside of our own little bubble. Nothing else outside mattered, even though I knew that all hell was breaking loose. We were locked together as we were meant to be. It was fated. So strange that I would still believe in something like that. Yet here he was, beautiful and glowing with me. Of course it was him. I really should have seen that one coming before someone hit me over the head with visions. It couldn't have been anyone else, this was exactly how it was supposed to be.] 

[Just when I thought that I couldn't possibly let down more guards, he found a way deeper inside my defenses. Deeper and deeper... Oh God!!... My body was singing for it. My bones felt like they would rattle loose with every drive of his hips. I swear I could taste him in the back of my throat. He was a vampire and I thought I knew all that it meant to be one until I felt his claim on me. A mark buried inside where no one could erase it. I shined that much brighter.]

[His hand closed around my neck and the ground seemed to give out beneath me. In reality, the table didn't stand a chance against the both of us. Very few things would. Perhaps sometime when we had more control. Not now. Not during this first melding of bodies. Instinctively my hands flew to his shoulders, holding myself in place. Not a beat was skipped, my wings appeared instantly and held me aloft. Each thrust of his was met with force powered by my wings. This was me, completely unfiltered. Alien eyes that had no pupils, shining bright skin that would blind most, hair a mixture of blonde and black, and wings that shimmered with the color of oil on water constantly changing.]

[A key had opened a lock that I never knew was there. He wanted me to come, but it felt like I exploded. Everything inside me ripped apart in one brilliant moment. I knew for a fact that if we weren't holding up our shields, the mansion would have been leveled. Even still the force rumbled through everything, threatening to shatter all of the glass. I held so tightly to him that I knew there would be marks on his shoulders. I had to. I was coming apart at the seams and he was the only thing that could save me. I screamed out his name, calling to the heavens to bear witness.]

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I Need a Hug - Dan and Phil

This is something i wrote when i was feeling extremely down and could seriously use a hug from my favourite YouTubers.

Genre: fluff.

Warnings: None.

Pairings: None.

Today was a truly shit day. From start to finish I had run into nothing but misfortune. It all started with a mistake that I will readily admit; I didn’t get enough sleep last night, and today I had to get up at 5:30am. Why on Earth did I think that I would be able to function on 4 hours of sleep when I had a huge day today I couldn’t tell you. All I can tell you is that It was entirely due to my lack of self-restraint. Last night I was up in the wee hours of the morning, surprisingly not on Tumblr but on skype chatting to my two favourite people on the planet, Dan and Phil. Now, they would’ve completely understood if I had to cut the conversation short because I needed sleep; hell if they knew what god forsaken hour I had to get up today they’d probably tell me to go the fuck to sleep then promptly hang up on me. But alas, I didn’t tell them and I couldn’t cut the conversation short because frankly, I’m a glutton for their company and a masochist when it comes to my sleeping schedule so we were up seriously late. Well, late for me.

 So of course when the demonic sound of my alarm clock ripped through my sleep and quite happy dreams like a chainsaw through curtains I was not happy. I blearily opened my eyes, squinting in the darkness and hating myself a little for the decisions I made last night. Deciding that the only way I was going to get out of bed was the painful way I reached over with a shaking hand and turned on my bedside lamp. Resisting the urge to hiss and hide beneath the blankets I stared at that evil light and my hand still gripping it until my eyes no longer hurt. Now that my retinas were burned to a crisp I had to face my next challenge, stepping out of my warm cocoon and into the blizzard of my house. I sighed dramatically, this was going to take a while. I reached for my phone as a method of procrastination as turned off my alarm, reading the numbers spelling out the time I whimpered a little at my fate.

 I sat up a little with a groan; throwing my arms above my head I arched my back and stretched as far as I could. I loved the feel of my non-existent muscles stretching and relaxing after a sleep. The chill of the air nibbled at my arms and hands and I dropped them back in my lap before cracking my neck. Okay, here’s what I will do. My inner-voice took on a motivational tone. You will figure out what you’re going to wear while your still in bed, then it will be a race to launch myself out of bed collect my clothes and sprint into a hot shower. Let’s hope I can do this.  I went through a mental catalogue of my wardrobe vs. what’s in the laundry and tried to figure out what the hell I would be wearing today. I decided on my favourite pair of high waisted denim jeans, a button up red and black check top with three quarter sleeves and a cream scarf which I would wear with knee high brown boots and my brown leather satchel. Of course I would grab my black leather jacket as well for the cold. Taking stock of what I would need I made to fling myself out of bed and land gracefully on my feet and make a run for my clothes; so of course It didn’t work like that. Instead of landing on my feet, my foot got stuck in the sheets and I tumbled down to the ground, m face being squished quite thoroughly into the carpet. My muffled swearing sounded garbled in the carpets soft fabric. Since that was a massive flop I pushed myself off the floor and yanked my foot out of the sheets. It came free easier than I expected and I was sent careening back into the floor. At least I landed on my back this time. I got up for the third time and managed to only stub my toes on my bed when collecting my clothes. My shower went without incident. I imagine the mischief fairies who made their lives in my apartment realised that any accident I could have in the shower would be deadly so they left me alone. They however decided that as soon as I was out of the shower I was fair game as thrice I burnt myself on my hair straightener; and don’t even get me started with how many times I accidently poked myself in the eye while doing my make-up.

 I left the bathroom trying to resist rubbing my eyes. I knew they were sore as all hell but if I did give in temptation then I would smudge everything and have to start all over again and I sure as hell wasn’t going to risk poking myself in the eye again. I walked into the kitchen determined that today would get better from now on. Especially once I got a mug of tea into my system. While I completely understood why some people lived off coffee, hey I can’t blame them for needing the caffeine… I for one wish I liked coffee but I juts didn’t, so of a morning I settled for a good cup of tea. Pulling out my massive mug with the words “grumpy old man” written on it (something Phil brought me for my birthday, and to this day he still finds it hilarious) I turned the kettle on and searched the cupboards for something edible for breakfast. I managed to scrounge around long enough to find some yoghurt and fruit that was edible, which I consider a win; especially when you consider how long I have procrastinated going grocery shopping, I would do it online but I have a deep mistrust of buying online sometimes. Besides, it makes me leave the house.

 I pour the boiling water into the mug and add the milk to the already added tea bag and sugar and stirred. I put some yoghurt in a bowl and added strawberries and blueberries to the mix. Picking up my mug and bowl I went to the lounge room to watch some TV. Managing not to trip on the way had quickly become the first positive of my day. It was quickly ruined by spilling hot tea all over my fingers. I swore loudly and ran to the sink drenching my fingers in cold water. “Dammit.” I hissed through my teeth my fingers going slightly numb from the cold water, the heat from the burns being sucked out of my skin. When I felt the heat was all taken out of my fingers I pulled them away from the sink, grabbed a tea-towel and icepack and wrapped them up before returning to my breakfast.

 The rest of the day went much the same way. I was in a constant state of atrocious clumsiness, constantly tripping over the smallest of objects; dropping almost everything that came into my hands and accidently running into people. I was an absolute mess today and the day was just too long and filled with too many opportunities to make a complete idiot of myself. I also spent the day apologizing to everyone I harmed in my frenzy of flailing limbs and unsteady hands. So much so that I had the entire apology memorized. Now it was finally the end of the work day and the mean comments muttered about me as I made my way out of the building each created a chink in my armour of self-control. I was on the brink of teas as I exited onto the street and made my way to the taxi bay. Usually I didn’t listen to those comments but rather made an effort to block out my surroundings until I got home; but today I was just too bone tired and I couldn’t find the energy in my reserves to block out everything. I bit my lip to hold and the tears and prayed that my voice wouldn’t wobble when I asked the driver to take me to my home address. I received a funny look in the rear-view mirror but he didn’t ask any questions… for that I was thankful.

I leaned back into the chair and tried to think about nothing, I focused on the feel on the seat beneath my head and the scratchy material pressing itself against my palms. I let my breaths become long a deep and visualised the path the oxygen took. My calming methods were working perfectly, I could feel the tears receding and the stress working its way out of my shoulders. I let out a deep sigh and tried to keep going. The shrill noise of my phone ringing jolted me out of my state abruptly. I jolted in my seat and made a mad scramble to find my phone in my seemingly bottomless bag. I pawed my way through the contents pushing objects from side to side but of course at the very bottom beneath so tissues sat my phone still going off and vibrating like mad. I lunged for the phone seeing that it was a call from Dan. The phone fell out of my hands a couple more times before I got a good grip on it and I hurriedly answered the phone.

 “Hello?” my voice sounded unsteady even to me, he was definitely going to be able to tell something was up.

 “Hey Y/N.” his greeting came softly through the phone as if he were trying to make his voice sound as gentle and as caring as possible. It wasn’t exactly helping my ‘don’t cry until you get home’ situation. My lip wobbled and I bit it to stop myself from crying further.  “What’s wrong?” he knew without words that I was on the brink of crying.

 “N-nothing.” The first tear fell and I started shaking in my seat, little sniffles escaping from my nose.

 Silence reined on the other side as I cried as quietly as I could. I didn’t feel like I could talk to Dan properly without giving away what was actually happening. Without warning there was a scuffle on the other side of the phone it sounded like people playing tug of war with something before a voice interrupted the noise.

 “Y/N where are you?” Phil obviously stole Dan’s phone to talk to me.

 “In a taxi on my way home,” I mumbled trying desperately to keep my tears out of my voice, I didn’t want to bring them down into my depressing mood with me. They didn’t need that in their lives, they were already so busy as it was. Their lives on the internet and as radio show hosts was very demanding on their lives. I didn’t want to add my bad day into the mix, they needed to focus on keeping their lives in order so they both could have some time to themselves without going crazy.

 “Tell the driver to bring you to our address.” Phil’s tone brooked no argument, didn’t mean I wasn’t still going to argue.

 I took a moment to control myself before saying “You really don’t have to do that Phil… I’m fine.” I was proud that my voice wobbled only a little. Another scuffle happened on the other side of the phone, this time I could tell it meant that they were switching who had the phone.

 “Either you come over here or we break into your house. No matter what you’re seeing us tonight, so I suggest you pick the easier option.” Dan threatened into the phone and I knew without a doubt those knuckle heads would at least attempt to follow through with their threat. I couldn’t really see them being able to break down my door but I could definitely see them showing up and attempting to, and when they inevitably failed at breaking down my door they would hammer their hands on it until I got annoyed and let them in so they would knock it off. Believe it or not it had happened before. At a completely unreasonable hour too. I sighed and then told the driver the change in location. He smiled at me and let me know that it wasn’t a problem and that we would be there in a couple of minutes.

 Dan and Phil must’ve heard what the driver said because all I got in reply was a “Good girl!” before they hung up. I sighed for the umpteenth time today. I seriously was a sucker when it came to those two, lord only knew that I certainly couldn’t say no to them. Though there was a time when I could say no, but that was back when I hardly knew them, and we had only just met; plus, I never actually said the word ‘no.’ just some persuasion of it. But I can openly admit I was a completely marshmallow for the two gentle giants from the beginning. Something about Phil’s happy and kind demeanour and Dan’s constant state of sarcasm and dimples that just made my heart melt around those two. If they knew what effect, they had on e I doubt they’d take advantage of it… at least not anymore so than they do now.

 Before I knew it, the car rolled to a stop at the curb and I blinked out of my reverie. I leant forward and paid the driver and made sure to thank him for changing course without any complaining. He smiled and wished me a good night. I gathered my things in my hands and just as I was reaching for the door handle, to door of the taxi was yanked open and I was pulled out with a swiftness that rivalled ninjas. The thump of the car door closing and the Taxi taking off was the last things I saw before I was enveloped in a hug. Both Dan and Phil wrapped their arms around me and squeezed me close until we resembled a human sandwich. I clenched my hands in their jumpers and pulled them close into me as I felt the tears I had managed to get under control pouring out of my eyes once again. “Dammit” I muttered into the black jumper –which I assumed belonged to Dan for obvious reasons- I had my faced smushed into.

 The boys pulled back and took a look at my miserable face. “Come on,” Dan said kindly and Phil draped his arm across my shoulders. “Let’s go inside.” I managed a smile at the two as they led me into their apartment.

 That night we all stayed up late talking, playing video games and doing whatever else came to mind. When I tried to go home, the boys just about tackled me to the ground insisting I stay over. I ended up borrowing a hoodie and a way too big jumper and we all fell asleep curled up on the couch. Today started off truly shit, but it ended in one of the most peaceful and content ways that I’ve ever known. That is why I am so glad I’m friends with Dan and Phil.

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