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Childish Gambino - Camp
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jasmine-verma:

A girl could only have so much self control. And with every movement, Dakota was seriously testing that. There was a right thing to do, something that was the better choice. 

But his body, his lips against her was all it took for Jasmine to forget. Anger, worry. Adrenaline, fear. It pumped through her veins with every second, and now, so did desire.

The girl pushed him, roughly, into the car, his back practically slammed against the car door. Jasmine pulled herself onto his lap, fingers moving gruffly undo the buttons of his shirt. She didn’t have the time, patience for gentleness.

The werewolf wanted him now. And so her hands travelled over his torso, feeling the angles off his chest and abs. Her lips followed soon after, trailing a line of open kisses and small, sharp, hungry bites over his exposed skin. 

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If Jasmine were a werewolf, maybe he would be worried about how easily, eagerly, hungrily, she agreed. She was on top and she wasn’t going slow. This was not her bed. This was not trying to ease themselves into each other’s disposition. This was… sex.

Her hips were grinding into his body and he could barely think straight because himself clothed in the back of his car with a naked girl on top of him sounded like something out of a fantasy.

Buttons were being undone and small marks were being made along his skin and all he could do was smirk a smile and try not to cum before she even touched him. “Fuck, Jazz.”

The shirt went flying over his head and he let his hands move down her torso, favouring her shape with his touch. He wanted more, but she was three steps ahead of him.



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jasmine-verma:

She could have easily lost it, let the anger blossoming explode. But instead, Jasmine tucked it away for later, drawing in a breath. “I’m not going to leave, Dakota. I always knew Maeve would try something like that, I expected it.” 

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The girl wanted nothing more than to press her lips against his, to crawl into a place away from the world and make it all okay.  But that would have to wait, too. “I’ll get dressed, you fix the tire.” Jasmine began pulling away, before halting. All of a sudden, her mouth was against his, hot and hard. One stolen kiss, and then she leant out. “Both of us, together. We have to keep going.” 

One, heated, passionate exchange and then she was leaning away, thinking practically, but her body was against his and it beckoning him to feel good and also to thank her properly.I don’t know if I’m strong enough to do it otherwise.

He pulled her back in and pressed his lips to hers and the only thing keeping him from taking the blanket off of her shoulders would be police. Dakota was backing up into the open door of where he got the blanket in the backseat of his car and let his arms enclose her frame within them. He broke the kiss for a moment just to reach forward and put on the emergency lights but then he tucked a strand of hair from her face and kissed her again, hearing her shut the car door behind her.

Dakota wished he had some words to say like “let’s take a quick break” or “some things are more important,” but he had none except for the burning sensation that made him want to rip the clothes off his body so that he could feel her heat.



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jasmine-verma:

The wolf tore through the night, newly purchased tire and bag between it’s teeth. It was difficult to run, but it was necessary. Even as a wolf, she felt relief was over her when Dakota’s car lights, and then the boy himself came into view.

Another few bounds, and the wolf leaped—landing as a human. A sliding, stumbling, naked human. Without so much as a blush, Jasmine was walking towards the blond, holding out the tire. A strained smile formed on her face, “fixed it.”

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It was his turn to take everything with a grain of salt. To learn to stride. He tried to remain without so much as an extra blink at the sight. This town was… supernatural overload.

He pulled a blanket from the back of the car and wrapped it around her shoulders. Dakota pulled it tight in the front and held onto it, eyes on her.

Thank you.

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"I, um." He placed a kiss to her cheek. "Maeve kissed me goodbye." He shrugged his shoulders. "I was in the car. She— she was scared. She’s being hunted. Thinks one of us will die. I’m not making excuses for her, she’s a fucking idiot, but, I just wanted to tell you."

Dakota licked his lips in hesitation. “If that makes you want to leave, I understand. But I really want you with me. I want to know that you’re safe. Not that you’re not more than perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, Jazzy, but. I just care about you.”



grantisa-maeve:

{takes a few steps back}

Our living has not always been like this! There was a point in time where I thought we were always going to be okay! That I would end up going off to college and then marrying you! Having fucking kids and living in Detroit! But after that massacre I knew I didn’t have a shot in hell. I knew that out of the two of us I was the one who was going to end up dead first. Not you, never you. Yes, I did have to do that because chances are I will be dead soon.  So be angry if you want Dakota but I ha-had to do that because..I love you. I’ve always loved you.

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I’ve loved you since the day I met you, which is why even after all this stupid town has put me through, I respect you to much to lie to you. — You’re late.

You don’t think I’ve realized it? That the past years I’ve spent thinking that my kids would know their mother with your eyes and your name and that they’d laugh when I got jealous if anyone else called you Maevey to repeat it once I’ve said it?

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My dad— I used to think it was destiny. I’m starting to figure out that maybe there’s no such thing as destiny. I think there’s just a decision. I decided to stop holding back.

Jasmine is my present.

If you have some newfound desire to be my future, take a note from one of my books and wait. Patience is a great virtue to assess for yourself, but it is not easily attained, Maevey. Not easy at all.



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jasmine-verma:

Thoughts raced through her mind like wildfire. Solution—they needed a solution. Jasmine sat in the front seat, weighing the options while trying to compose herself, eyes glued to the mirror that showed her Dakota’s reflection. Eyes always on Dakota.

The next service station wouldn’t be more than a few miles distance. It would take the two of them more than an hour to get there. Too much time. But wolf Jasmine? It would take her fifteen minutes. Ripping out of the car, her mind already set, Jas dropped her bag on the floor. Her eyes drifted over their surroundings quickly, searching for any witnesses. No one, nada.

As a new wolf, her control was still incredibly unstable. But with Dakota’s family, his happiness on the line, Jasmine managed to stay focus. Stripping down to underwear as she walked, knowing how utterly mad she must have looked, the girl stopped to press a kiss to Dakota’s cheek. “I’m going to fix this for us. I want to help,” she drew a breath, not enough time to explain, “wait here. Just do it, okay? I know it’s going to be hard to sit still but I’ll only be fiftee" a groan escaped her lips, the wolf already taking over.

Skin rippled, muscles contracting and flexing. Jasmine keeled over, wincing in pain. And then she was on her knees. And nexta wolf. Through eyes of an animal, yellow and large, Jasmine glared at Dakota for a moment. Before she broke into a sprint in the opposite direction, collecting her bag between her teeth as she ran.

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Dakota leaned against the car, stumped by the kiss that drew his breath into forgetting his trait of stubbornness and letting Jasmine do whatever it was that would take care of it.

A groan different than he’d ever heard. "Woah."

He took a step forward. Wanted to feel her fur. Tell her she was beautiful. But then she was gone. He looked up at the night sky sending his best energy, most positive thoughts, his prayers to a god he didn’t know existed, that she would come back in one piece.

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grantisa-maeve:

Dakota..these people killed my mother, my cousins, my entire family. You are about to go into hell. I don’t know what’s going to happen to you or to me. 

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I had to do that..because I don’t know if I’ll see you again. 

{gets out of the car}

I could have gotten hit by a car. I could have had a heart attack. Struck by lightning. Fell into a ditch. Killed by a punch to the stomach. Drowned. Hell, I could have been one of the witches massacred in our town that day. Our living has always been on the brink of death and you’ve never done that. So no, no you didn’t have to do that.

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grantisa-maeve:

Please..just..don’t. I’m not going to see him. I just..I need to do something. Just..fuck..

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Come back..in one piece. 

I—

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I never knew kissing you could make me love you less until it did.



grantisa-maeve:

I need to go somewhere that isn’t home and I know you are in a rush to go get Jasmine.

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Call me as soon as you get there, understand? 

Don’t, Maeve. Don’t say her name. Not today. Not any other day. Okay? I don’t wanna hear it. I just don’t wanna hear you say it.

I’d rather you turn her into a cute pup with a stupid little spell. I’d say give the pug my love, but.



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jasmine-verma:

The car flew so fast that street lights became continuous blurring beams. Even above the grinding beat of the song pouring from the speakers, Jasmine could hear Dakota’s heart beat. 

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Fear, concern, anxiety—they crawled under her skin like wildfire. And yet, she kept them there, beneath the surface. I wanted you to know that I am ready to go, my heartbeat, heartbeat. She’d be there for him, there and strong. Leaned forward in her seat, eyes on the road before them—Jasmine settled in for the long haul, alert and ready.

Off balance.

Slowing of the car.

The tire. The fucking tire.

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"Flat tire." Monotone. He got out of the car and before he even popped open the trunk, he remembered he hadn’t replaced it. No spare tire to be found.

Uncalculated. Which meant Maeve was right. And he could throw himself in front of a car because of it and feel nothing, he was sure. But he had to get to his dad. And he wouldn’t do that to his Jazzy.

He stood. Said nothing. Stared. He was always the guy that got shit done. Now what? His reaction was long and hard and cold and still. It was: nothing.