#and while he waits for V to wake up he lights a smoke and watches the sun rise

[bishicat]

wakey wakey, asshole

[taintedcigs]

— late night blues

pairing: roommate bsf!eddie munson x f!reader

summary: you can’t seem to sleep, so eddie offers to drive you around, but you have something else in mind that can make you relax and help you fall asleep faster; his fingers. (wc: 3.1k+)

author's note: not proofread. entirely self-indulgent. and normally i would gaf about interactions but i literally dont rn. i needed this <3 and for all my insomniacs out there... i appreciate u and i am u. hope this is like a warm/horny hug to all of u as much as it is to me. bc i need it desperately. the ending is kinda rushed i am so v sorry. pleaseeee reblog to support me. ty!! mwah.

Hogging the blanket you sank deeper into the couch, the light illuminating from the TV screen enough to have you squinting, but never enough to lull you into sleep.

You huff, impatiently, trying to shut off the voices in your head, thoughts swirling around everywhere and anywhere, making it impossible to let you embrace the sweet sleep you so desperately need.

"Why are you awake?" A low groan of Eddie's voice almost startles you, slight gasp leaving your lips, making you sit up straight with a deep breath.

"Couldn't sleep," you shrugged, "didn't wanna wake you."

"Should've," he grumbles, stomping on his way next to you, "y'know I can't sleep knowing you're awake, right?" A lazy smile is placed on his lips when he slouches right next to you.

The couch sinks with the impact and so does your stomach, the implications of his words not going unnoticed, the two of you have always been close, too fucking close to being considered as just friends.

Yet, none of you ever made any effort.

And you were growing tired of it, because, shit, did you like him. And a part of you, as well as everyone else in the gang kept teasing you about, told you he liked you too. Just waiting to be pushed.

"Wanna smoke?" He asked with a hum, "might help you sleep better." The brunette placed a lazy kiss on your forehead, another act the two of you always did, affectionate, too affectionate to be just friends, yet none of you ever dwelled on it, despite it leaving your entire body on fire in its wake, and Eddie's stomach churn with delight as you always smiled up at him. Sweet, almost peaceful, making you nod quietly, looking so fatigued that his chest ached for you.

"Was t'tired... couldn't roll one." You point toward the mess on the coffee table, grinder open with strains stuck in it, crumpled-up rolling papers, and a bunch of filters sprawled everywhere.

"How about we take a drive, princess?" He asks with a slight tilt of his head, the pad of his thumb slowly circling your face, tender and making you melt into him.

You shake your head quickly, not wanting to bother him in any way. "Eds, it's too late, I don't want you to-"

But he's quick to scoff. "Don't be ridiculous."

"Eddie, I mean it, we can just smoke this here and-" He tuts you quickly, already getting up, his Garfield sweatpants fully in view, making you giggle.

He takes your hand in his, dragging you while you huff and puff. "Grab a jacket or one of my hoodies, and let's fuckin' roll, honey."

Once you throw over one of his oversized hoodies, he almost carries you to the car, not wanting you to lose that sleepy state, knowing that it'd be hard for you to get it back.

You buckle your seatbelt, just watching him in his groove, head falling into the headrest as you admire him rolling a joint so quickly that it makes your head spin. "How the fuck can you do that?" You groan, "'s not fair." A pout overtakes your lips, causing him to grin. He wants to kiss it away, yet all he does is tuck the strands of your hair that are covering your features, turning your lips into a mellow smile, matching his.

"Well it helps if you were a dealer in high school." He rambles, a hearty giggle escaping from your lips, "I'll teach you some time too, honey, promise." You nod in acceptance, and another kiss is planted on your forehead, one you happily accept, let his warmth overtake your skin, eyes glazy and lidded as you look up at him, sleep deprivation so apparent in your face that it tugs at Eddie's heartstrings, seeing you this miserable. And not being able to do anything about it. Yet.

Quickly retrieving the lighter from his back pocket, he places the rollie on his lips, letting the igniting flame heat it quickly, sizzling sound as he inhales a small huff before passing it onto you calming you further.

You suck on it with a hum, watching the way Eddie quickly turns on the ignition, windows rolled down, the same relaxing tape playing over and over again, volume dimmed, Good Feeling by Violet Femmes serves as a background drop, one of your favorite songs, and of course, Eddie knows it.

The velvety dark sky steals your attention as you once again suck on the fragrant joint gently cradled between your fingers. Letting it engulf and numb you, for your bloodshot eyes to have a reason other than being restless.

A gentle breeze whispers through the cranked windows, rustling your hair in front of your face, making you giggle lightly. Three puffs, and you are already feeling giddy, "not too strong is it?" he asks, glancing at you with the biggest grin on his face, amber hues watching you intently.

"Nuh-uh," you hum, and his hand tenderly droops down to your thighs, giving you three gentle squeezes as a form of comfort. At least, he intends it to be for comfort.

But all you can think about is how thick and warm his fingertips are, cladded rings bringing a coldness that makes you hiss, tummy doing a flip as your hazy mind craves more.

It is the last piece of the puzzle you need to finally fall into that deep slumber, Eddie making you cum on his long fingers, curling inside of you, rings slicked with your juices, it's all you can think about.

You whine at your thoughts, throat growing dry at them, not knowing if it is cotton mouth or how stunning Eddie looks while focused on the road.

The perfect side profile that you can't help but admire; chiseled jaw with the slightest stubble that you'd do anything to have it rubbing against your clit right about now, Adam's apple bobbing slightly the more he gulped, lips plushy and so soft that you wanted nothing more than to bite into them, have them suckling your neck.

Fuck, this could be it, couldn't it?

You were already a bit dizzy, giving you enough courage to ask him to, and if he rejected you, you could always just turn it into a joke, couldn't you?

You rasp a desperate breath when his hands squeeze your thigh again, prominent veins making you mewl. His head cocks towards you in worry at the sound, "you okay?"

You barely register his words, gaze too focused on the tempting hold he has on you, "hmm?"

He quirks a brow, a smirk playing on his lips when he realizes how hazed you are, "are you hungry or something, sweetheart?"

Yeah, you were. Hungry for him.

You shake your head slightly. "You sure?" He asks, more attentive, and you can feel your wetness pool around your thighs, slicking you.

"Mhmm," you reply, head turning to meet his gaze, and when he slightly tilts his head, his shaggy bangs fall onto his forehead, making you gulp physically, he looks beautiful.

"Do you want anything?"

If he was any more attentive, you were going to crawl into his lap and grind on his bulge that hugged the print of Garfield on his sweatpants, "Nope," you gulped, prying your eyes away from the outline of his huge cock forcefully.

"Need anything?"

"You." The words slipped past your lips without any interference from you, it's like your subconscious was doing all the talking you had been so afraid of.

The insomnia and weed becoming a dangerous combo.

He choked out a laugh, cheeks crimson red, spreading across his bone like crushed raspberries. "Hah, funny aren't ya?"

He avoided your gaze, yet your head snapped to meet his. "Eddie- I-I mean it."

"Sweetheart," he mumbled, a low groan awaiting in his throat.

Doe-eyed, melting, and pleading hues finally met his. "P-please, Eddie, need it so bad, need to cum, relax," you coaxed, hand placed on his, squeezing it back, causing a drawl of sigh out of him.

He can't bring himself to ease into your touch, his lips quivering at the thought of finding you soaking for him, "Honey, you're high," he tries to reason, voice squeaky pitch, he wants it, so goddamn bad, but he can't take advantage of you in any way.

You huff, disagreeingly. "Oh, c'mon, Eddie, I just took like three huffs, you know I'm not a lightweight!"

"Sweetheart, I know but it doesn't feel right-"

"But I'm begging you to!" Your pleading voice crushes him, cock stirring just at your squeaky tone, you're going to be the fucking death of him.

"Y-you have no idea how fucking stupid I feel for turning you down when all I want to-" He sighed. "I don't wanna do anything that you might regret."

You huff at that, does he not realize how desperately you want him? How badly you have wanted him all this time?

"Fuck, Eddie, just-" Fingertips graze his once you grab his rough hands, they are powerless in your hold, and you're quick to dip them down your pajamas, rubbing them against your cotton panties that are now entirely soaked with your juices. "Do you feel that?" Your voice is shaky, and low groans rumble in his chest, his focus on the road becoming dizzy.

It feels surreal, you begging for him, for his fingers, how wet your panties feel just because of him. His brain can't comprehend a thought, your name slipping past his lips like prayers.

He can't help but press his hand further against your panties, just to feel more of you, cock straining against his own cage of boxers, knuckles white from the harsh grip he has on the steering wheel.

And you can see the desperation in his eyes, spurring you more and more. "How fucking wet I am just because you squeezed my thigh? Do you think I'd regret anything when I'm this soaked for you?"

He can't help it, roaring the engine again before he abruptly comes to a stop on the side of the road, his mind too dizzy to comprehend anyfuckingthing. "Fucking christ, baby, I-"

You interrupt him again, head lulling to his side, giving him those desperate, lewd eyes again. "I've wanted this for so fucking long, Eddie, p-please, you said you'd help me sleep... relax, I'm more than okay with it."

You know he's on the verge of caving in, he wants this as much as you do. "Angel..." he mumbles, tone so pornographically lustful that you feel the need to show him how much you want him.

You shove his hands inside of your panties in frustration, and he groans lightly at it, fingertips run up and down your slit, never entering your hole, taking his time to fully feel how badly you want him.

He collects your wetness at the tip of his digits, smearing them over the hood of your clit, earning a shallow gasp from you, just enough to break him, "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, you're soaked," he grunts, eyes watching you hungrily.

"Mhmm, all for you," you hum, head thrown comfortably into the headrest, eyes lulling. He runs his fingertips over your sides, teasing, covering you in your juices, and all you can do is mewl for him.

A digit slips inside of you easily, making you moan so loud that Eddie's cock aches in the confinements of his sweats, admiring the way your mouth gapes at how good his fingers feel. "God, you're perfect like this, princess," he hums, fingertips circling around your clit, knowing exactly what to do to get you worked up.

It makes you whimper pathetically, turns out Eddie really does know you. So much so that all you want to do is cum on his thick fingers, have him take you home, make you bounce on his cock again and again.

He pushes another finger inside of you, watching the way your cunt takes his fingers all greedily. You're the one who's supposed to be high, yet he feels dizzy, so fucking dizzy that he can barely comprehend it.

This is all real, you just begged him to finger you, and now you're mewling on his fingers, pussy throbbing as he stretches you out slowly.

"That's it, baby," he encourages, listening to the sweet sounds of your whimpers, "doin' so good f'me," his praises drive you even crazier, and loud moans escape from your parted lips the more his thumb circles around your clit.

"So greedy, hmm?" He coos condescendingly, relishing in the pretty faces you make, his ring finger joining inside of your soppy cunt easily, "E-Eddie," you mumble, lost in him, fully.

His fingers pump in and out of you at a rough pace, getting you closer and closer to the edge, he can feel your cunt squeezing his ringed fingers desperately.

"You close, angel?" He grunts, and a sheen of heat creeps its way across your chest and up your throat at how good he is, all you can do is nod pathetically, too dizzy and too lost in his fingers to even speak.

You take your plump bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to stiffle your pathetic moans, but once he adds another finger, cold rings brushing against your clit, you can't help yourself.

"E-Eddie, fuck!" You moan, and he watches in awe, keeps his praises up, eager to see what you look like when you cum. He knows you'll be even prettier, screaming out his name, soaking his fingers in your pretty juices.

Your chest heaves with how much you're feeling him, stuffed full of his fingers, you can't even begin to imagine what his cock would feel like inside of you. Shit, maybe next time.

You pathetically rut your hips into his fingers, and he groans so filthily that your body feels frail, "That's it, baby," he praises. "Use me, honey, use my fingers to get yourself off."

Your face contorts with the sweetest pain and pleasure, his fingers plunged deep inside of you, padded thumb still continuing it's circles. Once his fingers curl inside of you, you know you’re a fucking goner.

Each of his movements, his touch, ignites a fire within you that is heightened by the weed, you are so desperate to cum that you don't even realize how pathetically you've been soaking his fingers, so wet and Eddie relishes in it.

"Oh, f-fuck, I'm gonna cum!" You moan out once you feel that dizzying pleasure bubbling in your chest, he can feel your pussy flutter around his thick fingers, making his chest swell with pride. "Mhmm, just like that, darlin', cum on my fingers."

It's all the confirmation you need before you cry out his name again, back arching as pleasure explodes inside of your stomach, vision growing white and dizzy. Your fucked out face, pathetic moans, and your gaping mouth making Eddie's cock strain tighter and tighter, as if that’s even possible.

His fingers don't leave your soppy cunt until he makes sure you ride your orgasm out, relishing in the pretty expressions your face contorts to as you fall apart for him.

Bringing a stupid wide grin to his face that has you feeling giddier. The weight of what the two of you did doesn't dawn yet, you're too tired, too fucked out to care, and all Eddie can think about is going back to the trailer and rubbing one out while thinking about the pretty sounds you made, the pretty shapes your face took as you came on his fingers. His.

He'll think about how pretty your eyes look rolled all the way back inside of your head when he's slamming into you, cock stuffed inside of you, parted lips repeating his name like a fucking prayer. Your tight cunt fluttered around his cock, milking him dry.

With a groan, he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking clean the remains of you, pathetically groaning at how sweet you taste. You watch him with lulled eyes, breath growing heavier, and if you weren’t about to pass out, you’d beg him for more, have his hard cock stuffed inside of you.

“Tastes so goddamn sweet,” he grunts, licking any taste of you left off his lips, your sweet juices engrained in his tastebuds.

You blink quickly to process all of it, mind numbed out. Fuck, he’s making this so goddamn hard for you.

“E—Eddie,” you say breathlessly, chest heaving as a shy smile appears on your lips, mind hazy as you try to form words. "T-that was amazing, shit."

"Yeah?" He beams, the praise is all he needs. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Your eyes glimmered at his words, air between the two of you was charged with a sweet tension. Breaths almost synchronized with the way both of your chests rose and fell on the rhythm of what just fucking happened. And all the feelings that led up to it.

You wanted to talk about it, take this further, maybe even continue back home.

But sleep began to settle inside of you, eyelids betrayed your pent-up feelings for him, already drooping in surrender.

And of course, Eddie knew by the sheepish smile you gave him, you were almost on the brink of sleep, and it was more important than his stupid feelings because the two of you had all the time in the world to talk about... whatever this was, tomorrow.

But if you lost your sleepy state, he knew you'd never get it back, “You sleepy yet?" He asked, thoughtful, caring gaze watching you intently, making you nod.

"Mhmm," you hummed, "But, Eddie..."

"Yeah?" He prompted, eager to soak up each and every one of your words.

"I don't want this to be a one time thing," you admitted, shyly, your heart leaping out of your chest in excitement.

"Thank fucking God." Slipped past his lips unintentionally, causing a hearty giggle to bubble up within you, easing away all of your worries.

Pools of warmth swam in his gaze, fully melting into you. "Me neither, sweetheart," he whispered, starting the car again, engine humming to life.

He met you with a saccharine smile. "But we have all the time to talk about that tomorrow, promise."

It hung in the air, the promise, almost like a warm hug engulfing you. All the confirmation you need.

"You just go to sleep, now, honey, I'll carry you inside," he urged, pressing a light kiss onto your forehead.

"T-thank you," you hummed, resting your head comfortably, deep slumber not taking long to find you while he watched intently, mind still running with thoughts of you.

Both of you had no clue what would happen with this; yet, you were now sure that this wouldn't remain as a one-time thing.

After all, you had a hard time sleeping almost every night, thankfully, you would now have Eddie to fix that.

[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Part IV

Word count: 3100+

Warnings: some swearing, but nothing too bad that needs to be mentioned I think. For people who feel lonely or depressed, some parts might be uncomfortable to read, so be aware

Autumn themed divider by tsunami-of-tears

Part III | Part V

You were woken up by small whimpers. Looking in darkness for its source, your eyes landed on Eris who slept beside you, your fingers still intertwined. He made that sound again, eyes behind his closed eyelids were moving feverishly. He was flinching and tossing, the other hand clenching covers on his chest. Suddenly the sheets all around him began smoking. His hand in yours warmed up so much you hissed in pain and let go of it.

"No.." he whimpered.

You didn't know what caused his bad dream, but you felt sorry for him. You reached out and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Your hand moved to his cheek, caressing him. He stopped tossing. His long eyelashes quivered and he opened his eyes slightly.

His gaze still clouded with the sleep, met yours. You waited. Until now he always ducked from your touch, distanced himself physically as well as emotionally. Honestly, you expected him to push you away or even worse, to send you back to your room.

After what felt like forever, he rolled to his side with a groan. His arms wrapped around you, tugging you to his chest. The movement stilled, his breath calmed down within seconds. He was deep asleep once again. You smiled to yourself triumphantly and deeply inhaled. Even sweaty, his chest smelled amazingly good, like roasted apples, cinnamon, smoke and something woody. You sighed and carefully snuggled closer. Eris's muscles tensed, his embrace tightened and then without waking up he relaxed.

Listening to his steady heartbeat you fell asleep and woke up again at dawn.

Eris groaned and his hand moved up to his face. He was awake. Not sure what to do and afraid that he could be angry that you were basically using his shoulder as a pillow, you pretended to be still asleep.

He looked down at you with face snuggled to his chest and huffed in amusement. Making sure you were really still asleep, his fingers combed your hair back from your face, playing with it for a while. When last strands slid out from between them, he gently touched your face.

His feather-light touch slowly grazed over your cheek, eyebrow, tip of your nose and swell of your lips. You had to hold on your breath to keep your crazy heart at check while his started racing up under your ear. He probably wouldn't appreciate to find out you were up all this time and caught him in the act, so you kept pretending.

When it seemed that he had already enjoyed it to his heart's content, his fingers jumped to your shoulder and danced down and up your arm that was wrapped around his waist. He was taking his time, playing with you.

At last he gently put your arm down and just as carefully he pulled his arm from beneath you. You thought he would immediately slip out of the bed, but he stayed a little longer, watching you and touching you.

One could think that it was strange and felt bad, but actually it was very pleasant as he never touched any inappropriate part of your body. You would welcome such morning every day.

At last he snuggled his face to the crook of your neck, kissed you under the ear and deeply inhaled. With a heavy sigh he left, heading for the bathroom.

You finally exhaled, pulling covers up to your face. What was that? It was so.. sweet and lovely. You really liked that. You had few more minutes to get your breath and heart under the control before he emerged back to room. He halted in his haste for a moment, watching you and then disappeared in his closet. He quickly changed and returned back. He stopped long enough to kiss your cheek and he was gone.

After the doors closed with a soft click behind him, you waited for few minutes. When it was sure he wouldn't come back, you opened your eyes. With a wide smile you rolled around, moving to his side of the bed. You buried your face in his pillow, deeply inhaling his scent that lingered there. You couldn't believe it. Did it really happen or was it just some dream? You didn't know, but it made you happy anyway.

You spent your day as the previous one, sitting on a bench under the window watching the garden while maid kept an eye on you from the other corner of the room.

The garden was still drenched from the heavy rain, drops on leaves shining like diamonds in the sun. It was quite spectacular sight with all the radiant colours, but you paid it no attention. All you could think about was Eris and his gentle touches. You had to disguise your wide grin and blush with the hand.

You hoped that he would finally come to eat with you that day. What a disappointment when servants again brought only one plate. However, even this couldn't ruin your mood. For some reason you still believed that the night you spent together would change something and he would appear at your doors in the evening.

When maids left after helping you with your night routine, you were so excited you couldn't stay still. You checked your look in the mirror so many times you lost count, your eyes often turning to the doors with hope. The clock in sitting room struck eight and then nine. There was no sign of him coming back. With each passing hour, your hopes began to fade.

When the clock struck midnight you were sitting on your usual spot, defeated. You were on the verge of crying.

Why?

That question had haunted you since you woke up curled up on the ottoman once again completely alone. After flying so high for a single day, you fell down and landed hard in the reality. That night wouldn't repeat. Whatever your husband felt when he touched and kissed you, it was just a fleeting moment that wouldn't happen again. He wasn't interested in getting to know you. You were naive to think otherwise. After all you knew nothing about him. He was just too kind to send you away when you were scared. Even the words you thought that you heard before falling asleep, had to be a figment of your imagination, a dream. That was it.

You felt down and for the first time in your life really lonely. You were alone whole your life, but this time it was different. This time it hurt to be left alone. Loneliness was such a strange feeling, so agonizing and paralysing at times. It could suck all colours and joy from the world at once, leaving only black and white scraps. It left you feeling empty, your appetite was gone too.

You got a taste of something beautiful, of something you didn't know how to name it, but you wanted more. You weren't ready to give up on it, not yet. However, because you couldn't name it, you couldn't ask for it either.

Days passed by, one as the other one. You completely lost track of time. Every night you waited for your husband, just so you could wake up alone at the same place where you fell asleep. It took a week or maybe even two when all of a sudden things started to change.

The first of changes were the mornings.

Instead of waking up curled on the ottoman and being cold, you found yourself in bed with covers firmly wrapped around you. It wasn't yours and for sure not maids' doing, which left you with only one option - your husband. The thought that he came in to check on you and without waking you up carried you to the bed, made your heart thrill with excitement. Of course, you'd prefer to see him and hear his voice, but it was better than nothing.

The second change happened some time after the first one and was kind of shocking. It came in a form of a knock on the doors.

Maid dozing in her corner immediately jumped up and ran to answer. She peeked out and right away backed with a bow, holding doors opened for whoever waited on the other side. The person stepped in briskly.

You immediately stood up with bowed head as it was expected from you in presence of any male.

"You can go," a male's voice told to maid.

She glanced in your direction briefly and bowed even deeper.

"But his Lordship ordered-"

"I know very well what his Lordship ordered. I was there. Now get out," the voice was terse and didn't allow any objection. You shivered involuntarily. This male was just as unemotional as the first time you met him, yet there was something scary about his coolness.

Without another word, maid left. He waited, looking at the closed doors and after a while he finally turned to you. He stayed silent, but you could feel his eyes roaming over you.

"We've already met, but let me introduce myself properly this time," he said. Without warning his voice softened, sounding more friendly. "I'm Killian Vanserra, an advisor of our High Lord and his younger brother."

You blinked in surprise at this revelation, readying to introduce yourself.

"Shocking, right," he grinned. "You are Y/N, correct? From Hewn city. I've never been there, you know. I hope you will tell me more about that place. City under the mountain," he conveyed with reverence. "It must be fascinating. I've been waiting for the opportunity to get to know my new sister-in-law. I hope that you don't mind that I call you just Y/N. Don't worry, I'll do so only in private. You can call me Kill, if you want."

He spewed streams of words in one breath so fast that you hardly understood him. You were speechless. While he was talking, he stepped closer, too close to your liking. You backed, bumping into the bench behind you, lost balance and fell back, sitting on it. Your arm flew out, looking for some support and finding it at window sill.

"Did I startle you? I'm sorry. Sometimes when I'm too excited, I speak a lot and too fast. Eris warned me to approach you rather carefully."

The mention of your husband warmed your heart. Did he really say that?

"You are quite pale. Are you okay? Do you need water or something?"

"I'm fine, I think. Thank you."

"Eris told me that you are a timid little thing. I'll try to be, you know, less intimidating," he chuckled, taking a seat opposite you.

Your eyes darted nervously to the massive doors. He was too close, his knee almost touching yours, and he was still gazing at you curiously.

"Relax," he held both hands up in mocking way. "I won't hurt you. Okay?"

"Yes, my l-," you stuttered.

"Just Kill, please. Or Killian. Whichever is fine," he grinned. Afterwards, he got serious, tilting his head to the side.

"Hmm.. He mentioned you have problem with this," he muttered under his breath. He leaned closer.

"You can look at me. I don't bite," he reassured you with kind smile, speaking in less rambunctious voice than before. "You are safe here, you know. With rest of our siblings it isn't so sure, that's why they don't live here anymore. However, I support my brother and I'm really glad he married you and not that bitch who some of those old bastards suggested."

The last comment caught your attention. Was there someone else? Some rival? If so, you'd really like to know why Eris had chosen you. You had little to nothing to offer. You had no special powers that you knew about, your family wasn't even prominent in the Night Court. You didn't own great wealth nor armies. All you had was your face and the body he apparently wasn't interested in.

You guardedly looked up. Killian was very similar to his older brother. Same high cheek bones, same amber eyes, his short cut hair had the same shade. Yet they were so different. His skin was a bit darker, dotted with hundreds of freckles. Even with his thin lips and low-set eyebrows, he was handsome. Angular, wide jaw and robust figure made him look older than his brother, more manly. However, light smirk playing on his lips gave him a youthful, playful look.

"You see? I didn't bite you." He leaned back in his seat, obviously satisfied with his achievement. "Dear sister.. Can I call you sister?"

You just nodded, not sure whether to laugh or not.

"Mmm, very well. Dear sister, how do you like Autumn court so far?"

"I-..I think it's very nice here. I like all those colours," you pointed out of the window.

"Don't take me wrong, please, but have you at least tried to go out?"

You shook your head, ashamed and scared that you did something wrong. You didn't know what to do here, if there was anything you were expected to do, any role you were supposed to take on.

He purse his lips and nodded. "As I thought. We'll return to this topic later. How about maids? Are you satisfied with their service?"

You answered one question after another. Mostly, he was just interested whether everything was to your liking. Then he leaned forward with conspiratorial smirk and resting his chin on his hand, he asked.

"And what about Eris? Is he to your liking?" he winked.

Your face flushed all the way to your ears and neck, and you looked shyly down. He seemed to be pleased with your reaction.

"I don't see him much," you admitted honestly.

"How so?" he raised his brows. "You sleep together, don't you?"

You bit on your lower lip.

"Oh that idiot," he cursed slapping his forehead.

Groaning he looked up at ceiling for a moment, then his gaze again fixed on your embarrassed, cringing form and he gently nudged you on the knee.

"If you were my wife, I wouldn't leave bed for weeks," he winked at you and chuckled. He sighed heavily. "I'd love to stay here and chat with you more. It's pity that I'll have to go soon, but don't worry. I'll be back before you start to miss me. So let's return back to the business."

He straightened up and cleared his throat. "I'm here to deliver a message from his Lordship. I don't agree with the stylization, but he insisted on passing you the message exactly as he said it. So listen carefully." He paused dramatically. "You are obligated to take a walk in the garden every day, with the exception of rainy days, and the best right after the breakfast. That's it."

You blinked once, then again. You didn't know what to think about it. It sounded like some kind of punishment.

"I.. understand." That was the only reaction you could master at the moment. You weren't in position to refuse anyway. Your husband ordered you to go out and you would do so.

Next day Eris swung open the door of his office so violently that it hit the wall and bounced off it. He marched to his desk with long strides and slammed down the documents he held with such force that the lamp and pens jumped.

"I can't believe you said it like that!"

The door would close right away, if it wasn't for a hand that stopped them.

"You told me to say it like that. Don't you remember?" Killian sighed and closed the door behind. Lock clicked and wards rose.

"I always tell you to do so and you never do. Why now?"

"She's my sister now. She is important-"

"And council members aren't?" Eris was so pissed off that the hot flames flowing in his veins rose to the surface and he let them out. They swirled up around his arms like snakes until they reached his amber eyes.

"Impressive, but you know that that doesn't work on me," Killian waved his hand, bored. Small flames danced on the tips of his fingers and then disappeared in smoke. "You can be angry as much as you want. It already happened, you can't take it back. If you didn't want me to repeat exactly those words, why didn't you say it differently? I can't read your mind."

Eris pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. It was pointless to try to explain it. Killian just rarely seriously listened what he told him anyway. "What was her reaction?"

"Of course she wasn't delighted. Who would be?" Killian rolled his eyes and with arms crossed on his chest leaned against the wall next to the window overlooking the garden. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a movement that attracted his attention.

"Fuck," Eris hissed and ran hand through his hair. He needed to go through all the documents piled up on his desk and not waste time with this.

"Look at this," Killian called from his place by the window with a light chuckle.

"I don't have time-"

"Oh, believe me. You want to see this."

Rolling his eyes Eris sighed, but he stepped to the window. When his gaze landed on the small figure rushing through the garden, he had to chuckle.

"She really does as you demanded, doesn't she," Killian mused watching her with a kind of sentiment. "I don't really understand why you insist on not sleeping with her. She's lovable."

Ignoring the last remark Eris's hand reached out thoughtlessly, fingers pressed against the sheet of glass. He smiled unhappily. "Poor little thing.. Why is she in such a hurry? I hoped she would enjoy it, not that she would hate it so much. Maids said that she was spending her days gazing out.. I thought.."

"I think it's because of them," Killian groaned, nodding his head in direction of the two figures a few meters ahead of the girl. Two maids were so engrossed in conversation that they forgot their task at hand and simply marched in their usual speed.

Eris's fingers clenched into a fist. "Get rid of them before I can get my hands on them," he grunted through clenched teeth. "How fast can you find some suitable replacement?"

Killian straightened up with one-sided grin, his eyes shone with mischief. "They can be here the first thing in the morning."

"Very well," Eris nodded without taking his eyes off of the hurrying girl. "But don't forget. I want for her someone kind.. friendly.. understanding.."

"Leave it to me. I think I know what exactly you are looking for." With that Killian immediately left, leaving Eris completely enchanted by that small figure who he called his wife now.

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[squerlly]

flames of desire chapter 3: a new day in hell

Alastor x (f! bunny reader) chapter 1 chapter 2

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your POV:

As the red light from hell shines through, I wake up feeling groggy "guess this isn't a dream after all". stepping out of bed, I walk to the bathroom looking at myself in the mirror I grab a brush, brushing out the knots in my hair before putting on the clothes niffty brought me. "much better, although don't know what to do about shoes" walking out to the lobby I see husk drinking and angel slumped over the couch on his phone. looking around a certain smell catches my senses, following the smell I walk into a room that looks like the kitchen seeing alastor cooking?, since when did creepy deer man cook, turning he sees me in the doorway "good morning y/n" "uh morning...since when did you cook?" "well my dear I'm a man of many talents, your just in time I'm about to serve everybody so why don't you sit and wait" "oh ok..." walking back to the lobby I see Charlie and vaggie coming down the stairs "y/n! good morning, how did you sleep" "alright I guess" "come on lets go to the table Al made breakfast" dragging me along we sit at the table as Alastor comes out setting plates of and egg dish of some kind, "hey smiles what is this?" "well angel I'm glad you asked, this is Eggs Sardou!" "i don't know what that is but it looks good", picking up my fork I take a bite of the egg, for a creepy deer man he sure knows how to cook, not that I would ever tell him that "wow Al these are so good" "thank you dear, just a little something after all breakfast is the most important meal of the day!". while eating I look up from my dish seeing Alastor looking directly at me with that inhuman smile, what's his deal? why is he looking at me like that, isn't he gonna eat. shifting uncomfortably in my seat I try to pay more attention to my food. once everyone ate niffty took all the dishes before angel walked up to me "haya buns, Charlie said you needed more clothes, why don't we go on a shopping spree" "that would be nice angel but I don't have any money" "ah don't worry babes ill pay for it" "thanks angel" "less talking more shoppin". following angel we walk down the streets of hell, looking around there's bright lights with clubs, stores, and ads everywhere especially of angel, damn he really was famous. as we went from store to store we collected more bags then we could carry until we decided to head back to the hotel. on our way back a red and white limo pulls up to us, confused I look at angel who looks like he just shit himself, watching the door open a tall no very tall man climb out "angel who is-" "stay here and don't move", as angel handed me his bags he walks over to the strange man, he was wearing a red top hat with heart shaped glasses and pale purple skin, four arms, and a red coat with fake fur on the edges. "V-Val what are ya doin here" "I should ask you the same angel cakes...trying to hide from me?" "no Val I-" "you better come back to the studio for work tonight or you know the consequences~..." blowing red smoke from his pipe into angels face he looks at me "ohh~ whos this conejita, angel you didn't tell me you had company..." grabbing my hand he pulls me forward giving me a toothy grin "I'm valentino and who might you be~?" "oh i- uhm my name is y/n" "wonderful name for a wonderful woman...say your not looking for work are you?" "Val she's not-" "shut up!", looking at angel he shakes his head "uhm no thank you I'm not looking for work hehh..." "oh but I could make you rich with more money than you could do with" "still...no thanks" "hmm well if you ever change your mind, stop by my club~" walking back to the limo "I'm expecting you tonight angel, don't disappoint me!". as he drives away angel grabs me by the shoulders, "what ever you do stay away from him, you got it!" "angel who was that-" "got it!!" "ok..."

I'm SOOOOOO sorry for leaving for a week but I'm back!! and have completed a few chapters that I will post once I edit them but for now enjoy this lovely chapter and stay tuned~

-squerlly

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Kinktober '23

4 out of 11

Sexsomnia

Randy Meeks X F!Reader

MasterList. Kinktober '23

Summary : After a long shift at Bradley's Video, Randy gets needy for you. Characters are 18+, all the following are consented.

Warnings : MINORS DNI, Sex Somnia (Having sex/sexual desires while your partner is asleep/sleepy), Mentions CNC, cock warming, p in V, unprotected, slightly depressed Randy.

Randy closed the door behind him as quietly as possible. He winced as the knob clicked in place scared it'd wake you. He shuffled into the apartment placing the keys on the table. He didn't bother to look at the table, it was cluttered with bills, college letters, and God knows what. He flipped the light switch on groaning at the light.

He wiped his eyes and reached for the fridge. He looked inside, there were some soda cans and yogurt. In the middle of the shelf there was a container. He grabbed it, a post it note laid on top, "Made spaghetti, I love you". He smiled to himself slightly, he didn't know how he became your boyfriend. He thought of it as some miracle, he placed the spaghetti in the microwave. As it heated he turned the TV on, he switched channels until he found something decent.

He sat on the dingy couch once his food was finished. His brain was dead, he just wanted you to hold and kiss him. He hated this, waking up, going to work, coming home, and repeating. He couldn't wait to actually do something, to leave this apartment.

He placed the container in the sink and rinsed it out. He wiped his face with a paper towel and shuffled to the room. He took his shirt and jeans off letting them lay on the floor. He sighed crawling into bed, he glanced over at your sleeping body. He reached out touching your shoulder.

He told you not to stay awake for him. But he wanted you awake. He watched your body take in the air so easily. You looked so peaceful, he curled up against you.

"Randy?..." You muttered.

"Yeah it's me." He whispered. You turned towards him giving him a sleepy smile. The comforter slid down your legs revealing your bare thighs. Randy scanned your body, his shirt and underwear. You laid down pulling the blanket over yourself.

"How was work?" You croaked. Randy stared at you, "It was great..". He couldn't bear to break your little heart. Work was shit. It was always shit, teenagers smoking and trashing the VHS tapes. He started to hate his job more and more.

"That's good.. I .. I made spaghetti." You tried to focus on him. He grinned kissing your forehead, "It was great thanks.". You smiled sloppy, "I love you..".

"I love you too" he rubbed your forearm watching you doze off. He sighed, he really needed your touch, to be close to you. His stomach filled with guilt at the thought of waking you up. His hand slid down your arm, he scooted closer to you. His legs bumped into yours, the heat radiated off of you. He leaned closer to you, he took in a shakey breath. He really just needed you right now, he gripped your waist.

In the past you mentioned to him to use you for his needs. He stared at your parted lips wanting to kiss them. He slid the blanket off your body slowly. He debated on taking the offer, his fingers gripping your underwear. He gently slipped them down, you huffed moving to lay on your back . He crawled on top of you hovering over your sleeping body.

"Y/N..." He whispered. No answer, he leaned down kissing your lips. He pulled his boxers down to his knees. He sat on his knees observing your peaceful state. He parted your legs slowly lifting them slightly. He leaned forward leading himself into you. Your eyes flickered open, "Randy?.." you whispered.

"Yeah it's me." He leaned down kissing your forehead. You whimpered slightly, "you could've woke me up". He smiled, "You were so pretty while you were sleeping... Is.. it's alright.. right?" he panicked. You nodded, "Yeah.. just tired.".

"Shh, go to sleep then." He cooed. Your eyes closed as he thrust into you. Randy's head rested against your shoulder. He whimpered against your skin as he continued. You gently touched his arm, he looked up at you with hungry eyes. Your lips trembled with moans falling out.

"You're so.. so fucking hot" he moaned. He started to leave lazy kisses on your neck. Your eyes barely could stay open as you fell into a state of bliss. He stayed at a steady pace taking you in. He whined, "Imma come..".

"It's alright.." you whispered. He buried his face into your chest letting himself go. His warmth spread through you. He let out a sigh of relief, he rested his body on top of yours. You wrapped your arms around him.

"I just wanna lay here.." he whispered. He grabbed the blanket pulling it up to your waist. His head rested against your shoulder. You squeezed around him causing him to whine.

"Sorry.." you whispered. He softly groaned not pulling himself out. He held on your sides tightly.

"I just wanna be with you.".

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[taekeofyourclothes]

hold me, love me. (for)

pairing v x stripper!reader conspectus there will be no good man to ever walk this earth again, every single one of them is bad; all they ever do is hurt you but with taehyung.. he hurts too good to be bad. word count 1.3k words notes mentions of: explicit language, alcohol, drugs, and implicit nsfw themes (MINORS BEWARE>:^(()- lightly inspired by closer(2004), iykyk already - happy reading!!

the purple mixed with blue hues of smoke that clouded your gaze as your hips swayed to the sensual tunes being played by the dj, gave you a delicious taste of liberty - sad to say it would only be so quick, now that you're back here.. up on this stage, dolled-up and dancing for men that want nothing more than to fuck you senseless and leave you in tears - it was an infuriating truth really, but you've grown indifferent to the idea.

after having worked almost a year in this bar, you've slowly accepted that all of them were vile pieces of shit - no exceptions: not the bartender who was decent to you, not even your guy friends at school who respected what you had to do, most especially not the guys who insensitively teased you for it, and most especially not your favorite actor. no man will ever be good! at this point - jesus, the gays, and everyone else in time eventually fit into that "bad" mold you originally only made for men..

all the good in this world really just went poof and dissapeared, you could barely remember the last good thing that happened to you - the thought compels you to sigh as you take the last dip of your routine holding the pole that stood pristine, a cacophony of your male fans cheer watching their money that held on for dear life in your panties and giggle to themselves at the thought of having their hand so near the very thing they craved in life. you give them one last finger bite you'd know they'd go insane for, before the lights shut down and you hurriedly collect the money that fell from your skimpy underwear to then head into the makeup room where the rest of the girls are heavily breathing.

"you good, girl?" sweetest girl in this hellhole, gigi asked you with a hand on your hip - look of genuine concern colored her eyes.. "always mommy." the indirect response making her snort and playfully roll her eyes, "oh y/n.. i can't with you!" she feigned annoyance while simultaneously gently handing you a glass of water and rubbing your back in comfort, you graciously accepted and took a few deep breaths in.

a few beats pass and you feel that same feeling you did again on stage gradually embrace you, having you at ease until you hear that stingy and irritating voice of your manager - "wake up, mathilda. you have a regular waiting in room 3. go, now." the name no longer confused you, and you were back to the same bold person on stage - you rushed a thankful adieu to gigi for her kind gift of hydration before rushing to the room where he had probably been waiting for you awhile.

you open the door to see an old face, speak of the devil - it's taehyung. "hey mathilda." he says manspreading, his shirt opened with a hand holding a glass of recioto; eyes tinted with fond longing, tinted with dark longing. "taehyung.. you've come to see me.. again." he chuckles at this, "why? you tired of me already, mattie?" you smirk but internally flush at his poisonous charms.

"i'd never be tired of you, taehyung." you neared him with a coy look and lied, but the light that dimmed in his eyes told you he knew; sipping the red wine wistfully. "i've always been honest with you, mat. why do you like lying to me, even your name - mathilda, is that even your real name? are you even my good little girl?" his breath reeked of more than the wine as he dared to almost kiss you, lips inches apart itching to wrap in each others warmth.

"me? taehyungie.. i don't like lying to you.. i love it." you'd cockily admit, which made him raise a brow - the very last sip of his wine slipping into his lips down his throat, you were envious of that red liquid; oh how you wished it was you instead.. which you wanted badly, driving you to add more fuel to the fire:

"and yes i am your good little girl.." he places down now empty glass, a subtle smile and a light pink colors his cheeks though his true feelings are unclear with his eyes looking away from you, this only moves you to continue:

"my name? you're right, it's not mathilda.." his eyes return to look at you with his favorite coy expression painted on your face he yearned to look at for the rest of his lifetime.

"hey daddy, i'm y/n. it's nice to finally meet you." a beat passes. "taehyungie? daddy? you naughty little girl." you smile devilishly, the smile everyone loved but him, taehyung for one was extremely infatuated by it - by your entirety.

another beat passes and he brings himself to question you: "if i asked you to, would you kiss me?" the two of you looked down the near proximity between your lips.

"if you asked, i would have to call security." you reminded him of the no touching policy, you attempt to remain indifferent but failing to do so as he adorably pouted and looked away, bringing you to smile adoringly - taehyung circles the room distancing from you, it's a little pang to the heart but it wasn't like the many small pains that hurt you greatly more than once before - it was a pain you pathetically enjoyed, though it killed you to admit it.

"strip." taehyung demanded, his voice husky and soothing to which you proudly obliged. his first official request, no what ifs or could you's - you wondered where he'd find the balls to finally ask of you to properly do your job, amusing yourself whilst you amuse him.

the color of the brunette's eyes saturate beholding your stature, astonished at the perfection you are. you fail not to blush at this but grandly he was too fixated on your beauty to notice, it was an odd feeling that has never occured before which had you fear the sentiment but also compare it to the freedom you felt slightly on that stage realizing how similar it was. his hands hover over the curves of your figure fighting the urge to hold you, love you, and touch you, he couldn't risk being discarded now that he's seen this piece of art he could not bring himself to stop looking at.

you let the feeling finally take over and the ecstatic embrace of freedom breaks you from all burdens and you open up to taehyung like the previous sessions he's had with you, you touched his chest feeling him and your eyes meet with equivalent hunger. the green light entices you to inch closer and closer with no more regard for company policy and the two of you finally kiss.

you could no longer remember what happened next - it was all a blur, but that feeling of freedom remains embedded to every inch in your body. mostly now, that taehyung holds you in his arms like he wanted to protect you from all the bad things in the world, like he'd probably always dreamed of; the way you'd dream of one day being held by someone. and you loved that, you treasured resting on his chest looking up to his peacefully slumbering visage and feeling content as you realize that even with the existence of bad men there's taehyung to alleviate the thoughts of them and help you escape.

he was no different from the men that wished to bed you in the eyes of others really, but to you... he has made you rethink of this idea you set on men, he had made you feel real, and taehyung was first to actually do so. you'd like to stray from his arms now, but you'd love to stay.. and so you close your eyes and almost levitate from the rebirth of life in your body that he's allowed you to feel again in so long.

© live laugh love kim taehyung, good boy.

[stxrmylxve]

Ran (p2 of 2)

If you don’t remember… :

@tenjikusstuff: omg i never requested anyone i just don't know how request work...but like. ANYTHING with Ran makes my knees week. From the most angsty thing to the most fluff thoot sweet one. I just love him THAT much. And same gors for Hanma fucking Shuji. These beanpoles have my heart attached to strings.

So basically I saw an alphabet thing where people did every letter for something regarding a character? Idk if that makes sense lol but here’s where I got credit from; (sfw) (nsfw)

A - Aftercare This poor man. He switches from ruthless to being the most worrisome man in the world. You might doze off, but you will wake up to food and water and be wrapped up in a blanket while he lies cold behind you.

B - Bff Similar to how he is as a bf, I think he would worry 24/7. He knew you were a little oblivious at times and couldn't help but hope no one bothered you while he was away from you.

C - Cum (legit so awkward to write this cause its interesting to describe lol) He has a bit of a shitty diet so this reflects that lol. It's more clear than anything else and sticks to legit everything. Still enjoyable to take in LOL

D - Domestic (settling down) If you were ready, he would be too. He likes to cook, especially with you, and wouldn't mind taking on the house-husband role outside of work.

E - Experience Might seem like big shit but is probably truly learning with you, prove me wrong. He might have a club, see ladies, and get bitches all the time, but sex? No clue.

F - Favorite Position Cowgirl's helper is a yes along with leapfrog. I think just anything to where he could see your body react to him would be fine. These are only 2 out of many though.

G - Gentleness SO GENTLE. GENTLEMAN. If you have a headache and you're into brushing your hair to relieve stress, you bet he is going to do it for you. Have stuff in your hands? He's taking them and walking in the door, he doesn't care if it's heavy, he's taking them.

H - Hugs? It might weird him out at first, but if you do it enough, he will ask for them every day almost.

I - Intimacy Not romantic enough to have music playing or anything, but he might light your favorite candle and take a bath with you...

J - Jealousy If it's in one of his places, and he owns a lot, he will get mad and fire any employee that looks you up and down.

K - Kiss No brainer, sucker for kisses. And if you pull his hair slightly? He's gone, buckling, like legit crumbles.

L - Location (to do it) Private places like the bedroom, not into others watching in public if he doesn't know them. Ultimately your choice tbh.

M - Mornings (with them) You can't tell me he isn't the one man we wish to wake up to. Messy bedhead hair, raspy voice, does the stomach scratch thing that reveals the slightest below the belt... AH

N - No’s (turnoffs) When a person doesn't care for themselves and/or their s/o bugs Ran sm. Also just not being a good person. Like sure, he smokes some, yeah, but he's not rude to people or bothered if someone tries to make small talk if they haven't done anything?

O - Oral (giving, receive) Opposite of Hanma, better with the mouth than with the fingers. Legit almost chokes on air if you give it to him.

P - Patience Surprisingly patient. Wants shit done but can wait if it's necessary.

Q - Quickies Perfectly fine with them. Although it's normally just a name since he likes to take his time and it turns into an hour in the bathroom instead of a few minutes.

R - Risks He's risky all the time. Like mentioned above, a little clueless when it comes to the deed so you might need to explain the quote 'risk' before he goes at it.

S - Security Cares about you SO MUCH. Ran >>>> bodyguard

T - Toys? He has them. They're still in the packaging.

U - Ugly Habits He has a bad habit of forgetting things. Important things. It could be a simple meeting, or it could be a bigger thing like forgetting to eat.

V - Volume Loud af. Doesn't really care if someone hears, but you're equally as vocal so... guttural moans every time with praises.

W - Would they be whole without you? Absolutely not. He would beat himself up, even if it wasn't his fault you left him. If he left you, it would only ever be because it was for your safety.

X - X-ray Girthy and 5-6 inches. Cute little mushroom top :)

Y - Yearning Depends. If he has been tired for the past week due to work, begs you for a taste. Ordinarily, honestly could care less if it's not important to you either. If you ask, ofc he will. But won't outright be desperate like when he is tired.

Z - Zzz Sleep for so long. IDK WHY HE IS SO TIRED??? Maybe it's just a bad sleeping habit that became a habit, he will sleep in most days and be late to work.

[earlgreydream]

i hate you.

| 1940s!bucky x reader | fluff | smut |

requested. greaser!bucky au. enemies(?) to lovers. @fitzfiles​ and i are shamelessly indulgent

bucky made up his mind, he was going to win you over. 

Bucky Barnes was the asshole across the street with the stupid loud motorcycle and white tees and leather jackets. You hated him. 

“Hey, doll.” 

You heard it every day when you came walking home from school, books in hand. And every day, it irritated you. You would scowl at Bucky, and he would flash his stupid smirk and wink at you. 

You’d see him shirtless at night, smoking out on his porch. Once, he caught you staring out the window, and he’d teased you about it the next day on your way off to school. 

“Checking me out last night, doll?”

“Don’t call me that. It’s Y/N. And no I wasn’t checking you out. I was watching you die slowly of lung cancer,” you snarked, making him throw his head back with laughter. 

“If smoking doesn’t kill you, I will,” you muttered before going inside of your house.

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!” You screamed, throwing your front door open. You were wrapped in a blanket over your thin pajamas, and you were infuriated.

“What?” He called with a stupid amused look on his face.

“It’s five in the fucking morning! Stop revving the engine on your motorcycle! You’re waking up the whole neighbourhood!” 

“You’re the one screaming.”

“I hate you,” you seethed. 

Without breaking eye contact, he revved the engine again. You were so irritated you could cry, and you resolved yourself to go back inside, refusing to let Bucky get the satisfaction of seeing your reaction to his antagonizing. 

This had gone on for months. You were able to ignore him most of the time, but he was persistent. Your friends joked that he was in love with you, but you couldn’t imagine it. Bucky was delighted to get you worked up, and he was proud of himself for it.

“You’ve all lost your bloody minds,” you assured your friends, dragging them inside as Bucky whistled at you from across the street.

“He’s just my annoying neighbor.”

Bucky seemed to be always washing his yellow car in his driveway. You’d come home and see him shirtless, in low-rise jeans that showed off v-lines, bent over the hood of his soapy car. If it wasn’t the car, it was his motorcycle. He always winked at you or blew you a kiss, making you shake your head or roll your eyes.

 You hated to see him washing his car, because it made it that much more difficult to deny how incredibly gorgeous he was. 

Bucky delighted in getting you worked up. He loved to see your cheeks flush pink and the way your nose scrunched up at his banter. He had a crush on you, ever since he moved in, and he always loved your attention, even if he got it by antagonizing you.

Bucky did intend to get in your good favor, but you had made up your mind that you didn’t like him. Bucky was determined, and loved a challenge.

Bucky decided his opportunity to win you over was when it was pouring down rain. The morning had started out sunny when you’d walked to school, but the weather had turned rapidly mid-morning. 

He got in his yellow car, and drove to the college in town, parking outside and going into the lobby with an umbrella. He leaned against a railing, waiting for you to get out of your class, to give you a lift and keep you from getting soaked and ruining your books.

As soon as it started to rain, you’d fretted about getting home. You didn’t have any friends that drove, and you had been debating whether to wait out the rain or just brave it and get wet.

You definitely didn’t expect to see your neighbour leaning against the railing in the front lobby. 

“Hey, doll.” He grinned, standing when you approached him. He had ignored the stares of the other girls, everything else disappearing when he saw you. 

“Bucky, what are you doing here?” you sighed, blushing at the stares you got, everyone hearing his term of endearment for you. 

“I brought my car, I didn’t want you to ruin your books and get wet by walking home in the rain,” he answered honestly, surprising you.

“You drove here to pick me up?”

Bucky nodded, and you fought off a small smile. You didn’t like him, and you were annoyed, but the gesture was thoughtful, and much appreciated. You rationalized the soft feelings by claiming it was basic decency, and it was necessary that you had to take him up on his offer.

“Okay.” 

You took his arm and he opened his umbrella, keeping you dry as he helped you into the passenger seat of his yellow car. You set your books on the dash, leaning back against the leather seat. As he drove, the radio played smooth jazz, surprising you a bit, as Bucky didn’t seem like the jazz type.

“Bucky, you’ve missed the turn.” You said, and he only smiled, biting the inside of his cheek. Your heart rate increased as he drove into the city and you whipped your head to look at him.

“Where are you taking me? I thought you were taking me home!”

“I am taking you home, eventually,” Bucky grinned, and you could’ve screamed.

“You can’t just abduct me! Where are we going?! I will throw myself from your moving car!” You snapped, panicking. 

“I’m not abducting you! I’m taking you to have some fun, because all you do is study and it’s made you wound tight!”

“You’re kidding me. I’ve got to write a paper!” You cried, and Bucky just laughed, shaking his head.

“Just relax, Y/N.” 

You gave him a scathing look, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“You’re insufferable.”

“Most say charming.”

You followed Bucky into a roller rink, rolling your eyes but secretly excited about rollerskating. You slipped your feet into white skates, thankful today you had chosen to wear pants. 

You stepped onto the rink with Bucky right behind you. It had been a while since you skated, and you were a bit unsteady on your feet. You pushed forward, putting your arms out for balance as you tried to get used to the feeling of the wheels under your feet.

“Careful!” Bucky exclaimed when you nearly fell, catching your waist to steady you. You gasped, your hands going to his arms for balance. A blush spread across your cheeks, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the gentle, caring way he touched you.

“Thanks,” you smiled, pushing off his arms and skating smoothly around. He fell in rhythm beside you, skating to the music. 

He tried to show off by skating backwards, but lost his balance and fell, making you shriek. You moved toward him quickly, and held out your hands to help him up.

“Are you alright?” You asked, and he nodded, biting back a smile.

“I’m fine, I’m okay.” 

You decided you’d had enough then, and the two of you resorted to eating pizza at a parlor down the street, Bucky insisting on you needing dinner before you went home. You shivered as you stepped into the air-conditioned restaurant, coming out of the warm summer evening. Bucky slipped his black leather jacket from his arms and put it on you when he noticed. You whispered a soft thank-you, pulling it tightly around your smaller body. It smelled faintly of smoke and castile soap, like him. 

Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off of the sight of you wearing his clothes, his heart stirring as you hugged it around you.  

“Feel better?” Bucky asked as you bit into a slice of pizza.

“I’m not going to let you take credit for loosening me up.” 

“Oh, I haven’t even tried to loosen you up yet.” He joked, making you choke on your water. You glared at him for the suggestive comment, and he smirked. 

You blushed at the insinuation, images of intimacy with Bucky flashing through your mind. He didn’t take his eyes off of you, and you shifted under his gaze.

“Smartass. You still abducted me.”

“And you’re enjoying it.”

You took another bite of your pizza, finally breaking the intense eye contact. 

Even though you had enjoyed the night with Bucky in the city, and you’d gone home full of butterflies, he had quickly managed to get back on your nerves. 

Bucky’s friends came over to party, and they were loud, obnoxious, and kept you (and half the neighbourhood) up with their partying the night before you had a presentation at college. You were infuriated when you complained to Bucky, and he told you that you should’ve just come to party with them, since you were up anyways. 

Then there was the fact that Bucky kept revving the engine of his damned motorcycle. You hated it, especially early in the morning when you were trying to peacefully trying to pour a cup of coffee. 

You couldn’t stand him, and he just made you mad. 

You hated his motorcycle, and you hated his arrogance. You hated how everyone dropped to their knees at his every whim. You hated when you’d see him painting his fence or working on his car outside, and he’d pull his shirt off when he saw you looking. You hated that Bucky smoked. 

Mostly, you hated how everything Bucky did gave you butterflies. 

Bucky adored the way your brow knit together when you glared at him. He adored the blush of your cheeks and the way you huffed in annoyance. He loved to see your eyes glitter with emotion whenever he got under your skin. He adored the way your eyes lingered on him whenever he was shirtless in the yard.

Bucky adored you.

The night was particularly warm. The summer heat had everyone on edge, and you and Bucky were no exception. The moon was the only light in the starless sky, a dark stillness settling over your neighbourhood. It was incredibly late, but you couldn’t sleep like everyone else. You had been enjoying the quiet loneliness of the night when Bucky had gone outside to the sidewalk. He was shirtless as he lit a cigarette, grinning at you. 

“Hey, doll.”

“Don’t call me that,” you huffed, feeling like a broken record.

“C’mon, don’t be like that,” he blew smoke into the air, and you stood up off your porch swing. You walked across your small lawn quickly, until you were standing in the street. 

“You shouldn’t smoke, it will kill you,” you quipped, making him roll his eyes.

“Don’t stand in the street, a car can come and kill you.” Bucky said back, though there was a tone of seriousness to his voice.

“It’s the middle of the night, no one is going to-”

Bucky suddenly grabbed you and yanked you toward him, making you shriek. Less than half a second later, a car without its headlights on came flying down the street. 

Your eyes were wide with fright, unable to process that Bucky had just pulled you from in front of a car. His eyes blazed with emotion, and you tried to shove off of him. 

“You almost fucking died! I told you not to stand in the damned street!” Bucky snapped at you, raising his voice. 

“Don’t yell at me! I wouldn’t have been in the street if you weren’t such an asshole!” you shouted back, your eyes and throat burning, making your entire body tremble. 

“Why are you so fucking difficult?!” Bucky’s fear at seeing you almost get hit by a car in front of him fueled his emotion, and he didn’t mean to yell at you, but the feelings were boiling over. 

“Because you make me so mad, and because I love you, you idiot!” You screamed before you could stop yourself. When you said the words out loud, you realized you meant them, more than you meant any of the anger. 

There was a deafening silence, and it was too late to take it back.

“Bucky, I-” you stammered, but he cut you off by crashing his lips against yours, pulling you into him. 

Passion lit like a fire between you, and you reached up and held his face, kissing him back with force. You parted your lips and he slipped his tongue into your mouth, moving in sync with you, swallowing your small noises. He cradled your jaw as his mouth moved with yours, drawing you even closer.

The heat practically suffocated you, and you were completely lost in Bucky. He tasted like smoke and coffee, and his body was pressed against your own, overwhelming you with need. His hands slid down to squeeze your ass, and you rolled your hips against his as you moaned. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered when the two of you finally broke for air. He wasted no time before mouthing along your jaw, pressing kisses down the column of your throat. 

Your hands ran down his toned chest, before hooking your fingers in his belt loops and tugging his hips closer against yours, wanting to feel him hardening against you. The heat between your legs was spreading, and you were aching for him. 

Bucky groaned against your neck as you ground against him, and he backed you up against his car, needing to ground the two of you. He could hear your small, breathy pants by his ear and you were practically shaking with need. 

“Bucky, please touch me,” you begged, months of sexual frustration pouring out all at once. Who was he to deny you? He kissed you deeply, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing him against your front. 

Your breath hitched when he slipped his hand into your waistband, cupping your sex. You spread your legs a bit, and he slipped his fingers through your folds, tracing the shape of you. 

He hardened at the sound of your soft moans and the feeling of you twitching against his fingertips. Neither of you cared that you were outside, on display for anyone who woke up in the night. 

He found your clit, stroking it softly while you made out, swallowing all of your sexy noises. You were overwhelmed by what he could do with just his fingers, and you somehow needed him closer, even though your bodies were pressed against each other. Your body was buzzing with pleasure from his small touches alone, and you were having the same effect on him. 

“Fuck, Bucky,” you breathed, lightly biting down on his shoulder to silence yourself as he eased a finger inside of you. He pumped slowly, and you took him in easily with how turned on you were. 

“I know, doll, but I gotta warm you up first so I don’t hurt you.” He kissed your jaw, and a short laugh escaped you. 

“Cheeky,” you hummed, palming over his crotch, making him push two fingers into you all at once. The air caught in your throat, but you kept feeling him up as he curled his fingers forward into your g-spot. 

The way you were moaning his name was driving him wild, and he couldn’t draw out the foreplay anymore. You pulled your shirt over your head, thankful you had forgone a bra. Your shirt was discarded in the driveway, and Bucky tugged your bottoms down easily before lifting your nude body up onto the hood of his car. You leaned forward, undoing the button on his jeans and helping him out of them, your eyes widening when you saw how big he was. 

Bucky grinned at you, able to read your mind, your thoughts evident in your startled expression. His ego definitely didn’t need the boost, and you blushed when you realized he was grinning at your observation. 

Your tongue nervously darted out over your lips, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He lowered you to lay down on the cool metal, making you shudder when it came into contact with your hot skin. 

You exhaled softly as his hands skimmed down your body in an attempt to ease your nerves. He leaned down and kissed you gently, bending your legs up to your chest. 

“I’m going to make you feel so good, doll,” Bucky promised, and he meant it. You nodded, your head falling back as he slowly rocked into you. 

Your vision focused in on the moon hanging above you in the sky, and you didn’t care about being outside, even as the warm breeze ruffled your hair. 

“Bucky... fuck,” you whined, arching your back, pushing yourself further onto him. Your knees went over his shoulders, his hands coming to rest on either side of your head as he rocked his hips against yours. 

The slow, deep rhythm had you struggling to breathe, pleasure rolling through your body in thick waves. Bucky was overwhelmed by the feeling of your velvety walls squeezing around him, tight as he fucked into you all the way. 

“That’s my girl,” Bucky praised you as you pushed down to meet his powerful thrusts. 

Your eyes rolled back at the praise, and you felt pressure building low in your belly as he repeatedly hit the spots inside of you that had you seeing stars. You were moaning his name and writhing below him, the sight making him nearly explode.

“Y/N,” Bucky gasped out, fucking into you roughly, one of his hands rubbing your clit to help you along before he couldn’t fight off his own orgasm any longer. 

With the added stimulation, the pressure snapped inside of you, making you squeeze around him and come with a scream, not caring if you stirred the neighbours. 

Let them see Bucky taking you on the hood of his car. 

Your name fell from Bucky’s lips like worship, the feeling of your orgasm washing over you and forcing you to contract around him pushed him over the edge. He came inside of you, painting you with his release and prolonging your own pleasure.

You looked down at him once the buzzing pleasure started to subside, a sleepy smile on your face. He grinned at you, pulling you up into a sweet kiss. 

“Still hate me, doll?”

[sillyrabbit81]

Hi dear

I'm a big fan of your writing, especially the way you write Sy. Love it. If you are still taking prompts, I have one.

How would Henry and his characters react to having an Erectile dysfunction?

I think that topic is not being discussed enough.

🖤🖤🖤

Thanks for the ask Anon. I was having trouble with this ask so I discussed it with @henryobsessed and we worked on it together. To be fair, she did most of it! If you haven’t read any of her work I suggest you visit her blog and take a look at her Masterlist . She is a great friend and has a wonderful perspective and a unique style. I love her!

@henryobsessed here I have to interject and have my say too, I loved this request, it was so much fun finding creative ways to discuss a delicate subject. And for the record I may have done more characters but @sillyrabbit81 wrote more words per character HAHAHA. You are a wonderful Friend and Cavill sister you inspire and push me to be myself and I cannot be more grateful. That being said have fun reading guys 😊

Summary: Situations in which Henry and his characters suffer erectile dysfunctions

Word Count: approx 3k

Warnings: smut, masturbation (m), oral sex (m and f receiving), anal play, p in v sex, bad medical advice, incorrect use of prescription medication, bodily fluids, period sex, drunk sex, Dom/sub relationship, descriptions of violence and death,

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Erectile Dysfunction Headcanon

Henry Cavill

Henry had been filming for months and now he was headed home for a week’s break. You sat there waiting in the tinted people mover, as Henry was ushered to the car. Lights blinded you as the door opened, he climbed in, and smiling a weary grin, he pulled you into a big bear hug. He missed you so much.

That night, he fell into your arms in a passionate embrace. You had both craved each other, missing one another’s touch. As the night progressed, you noticed things were different. For the first forty minutes you were ecstatic, he had bought you to orgasm three times. Your body was super sensitive, but every time he seemed to be close himself, the phone would ring, indicating someone needed him. You had switched it off after an hour, having enough, and wanting his undivided attention.

Henry had managed to stay hard, but after an hour and a half, it was beginning to be painful for you, and he seemed no closer. Eventually, he flopped beside you, drained from the physical exertion.

“I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s like I’m right there, but I can’t let go.”

You brought him into your arms, and caressing his back said, “Don’t worry love. It will be ok. Just give yourself a day, and maybe we can shut your phone off. I think the stress it is causing you might be a big part of the problem.”

He huffed at the thought. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe.” He sighed and soon you heard soft snores spilling from his lips.

Walter Marshall

It had been a long day, scratch that a long month. Walter had been working day and night to catch a serial killer. That night as he came home, he couldn’t forget the latest victim. What they had found had turned his stomach. In all the years he had been on the force, nothing could have prepared him for what they found that night.

Arriving home he collapsed on the bed, he was so physically exhausted, and for once sleep immediately consumed him. He woke nearly twelve hours later to the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee. He groaned; he had forgotten it was his two-year anniversary with you. Walking into the bathroom he washed his face, staring at the blood shot eyes reflected back at him.

“Come on man, get it together. You promised her,” Walter tried to fire himself up. It was no use, he was spent. Sighing, he walked into the kitchen wrapped his arms around you and breathed in the soft floral scent in your hair. For the first time in days, he felt a spark within himself, and although the horrific images still played on his mind, he felt a slight peace. He kissed your head, relieved, something could still reach him, something was still good. “Happy anniversary, love,” he growled.

After a wonderful breakfast, Walter sat on the couch with you and the two of you cuddled while watching a movie. His eyes kept sliding shut, his exhaustion made worse by his full belly. His fatigue became even more apparent when after reaching your hand beneath the blanket, you could not bring his flaccid muscle to attention.

Normally this situation would turn heated quickly, you had a way with your tongue that often had him begging for more. But Walter couldn’t get rid of the images in his mind, the battered and dismembered bodies, and the fact they were no closer to catching the killer weighed most heavily on his thoughts.

After half an hour of you trying to arouse him, Walter said in a resigned voice, “Sorry love, I don’t think I can.” With eyes that spoke of immense pain he looked at you and asked, “Could we please just cuddle? I think I need that more than anything right now.” In that moment he knew you were the one for him. He had expected huffing or crying because you thought you weren’t good enough or you asking him to please you. Instead, you had adjusted your position, so he was tucked into your body, holding him close while your hand stroked his curls.

A calm filled his soul as you whispered, “I am here for whatever you need my love. Rest now.”

Captain Syverson

You were just about to turn the light off and go to sleep when you heard the front door open with a crash and heard a rough curse. You grin, Sy was home and wasn’t sober. You knew what that meant, rough, wild, primal fucking. You quickly turn the light off and hide under the covers, well acquainted with the game, you knew how to play your part.

“Where are ya, woman?” Sy’s voice boomed at your bedroom door. “Don’t think you can hide from me. I’m hungry!”

You peek out from under the blanket, Sy had turned the light on again and was quickly undressing. You lick your lips, watching your big furry ox as he dropped his jeans, and his cock was revealed already on its way to being hard. Turning suddenly, he saw you, and you yelped covering your face again. “I see you woman, don’t play shy!” You giggle nervously, excited, your core already dampening with arousal.

Sy pulls the covers back and smirks as he sees you’re already naked waiting for him, “You’re a cheeky little thing ain’tcha?” You bite your lip, opening your legs slightly, inviting him in. Grabbing your ankles, he pulls you down the bed and gets on his knees. A low growl emanates from his throat before he dives between your legs feasting on you with an eagerness that brings you swiftly to your peak.

Licking at his lips and sucking on his glistening whiskers, he stands up pumping his cock getting it ready. Your brows pull together, puzzled, he’s always hard when he eats you out. You don’t have time to dwell on it because he’s soon ready. Sy flips you onto your knees before he enters and begins his assault on your core.

Something is wrong though, you can feel him falling out of you. Did he cum already? Sy mumbles curses, pulling out and you turn around and see him fisting himself again as he slips his fingers inside you. In a few moments he is hard again, removing his fingers and replacing it with his cock. You sigh, relieved, as he builds his rhythm, and you hear him start to groan. But soon, it happens again, and try as he might he just can’t stay hard.

“Fuck,” Sy growls. You turn around and see the look on his face, a mix of frustration and embarrassment that melts your heart. “I think I drank too much Sugar,” he says, running his hand over his short hair. “Fuck. This hasn’t happened… Fuck!”

“Hey!” you say sharply to get his attention.

“What?” Sy replies just as sharply, but he doesn’t look at you.

“It’s fine, Baby,” you assure him. You see him jut his jaw and you reach up and cup his cheeks, making him look at you. “It’s ok. You’re just a little too drunk,” you smile and give him a soft kiss. “It happens.”

“Not to me it don’t.”

“It’s not forever,” you say. “Come on, let’s go to sleep. I’m sure it’ll be back normal in the morning.” You kiss him again and pull his head down to whisper in his ear, “maybe you could wake me up like you did last week.” You pull back and smirk raising your eyebrows.

Sy grins, still a little sheepish, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes again, “You’re a good thing, Sugar.” He kisses your forehead and says, “I love you.”

Geralt of Rivia

Geralt had never in his life had this happen before. The bar maid who had eagerly agreed to keep his bed warm on this cold winter’s night, gaped in confusion.

How could it be? She thought, All the myths about Witcher’s said they were virile and could last most of the night. She had been consumed with the thought ever since The White Wolf had arrived in the area and was quick to accept his offer to take her to his bed. She was bitterly disappointed and pouted at Geralt. Her sweet, plump lips alone should have been enough to make his cock stand, but tonight it lay unmoving, and useless.

That blasted sorcerer, it must have been him who had cast a curse on Geralt. It could be the only explanation for his inadequate showing. Looking at the poor wench beside him, Geralt pitied her. She had been most eager to satisfy his needs tonight, giving a valiant effort to arouse him. No matter, he had other ways to enjoy bringing her to the height of pleasure. Granted he didn’t normally concern himself with their needs as his own normally coincided with theirs. But tonight, his fingers, and tongue would be adequate until he broke the curse and returned to give her what she truly deserved.

Mike

The party had been epic, the drinks flowed, pot was smoked in abundance and Mike had managed to capture the attentions of a wonderful long legged blonde beauty. She helped him back to her apartment and his heart rate raised as she slowly stripped him, leaving him in all his naked glory. Laying on the bed he watched as she did a strip tease for him, her perky breasts bouncing as she jiggled her ample peach in his face.

But something was wrong, the situation was right, she was right but… he held his hand out to the two or was it three beauties before him. One took his hand as he guided her to sit in his lap. He caressed her as they kissed, his tongue violating her mouth with as much enthusiasm as his inebriated self could manage. Even with her grinding against him nothing happened.

“Shit” he swore.

The girl frowned and her lips seemed to move in twisted patterns which stilled again before she snickered. An evil cackle reverberated in her throat and her face twisted into that of a demented creature. “Can’t get it up, boy?” she taunted as she continued to laugh. She collected his clothes and managed to push him out of her bedroom and into the night. Standing in the cold with only his briefs covering his body, he stumbled as he began his walk of shame home.

August Walker

August Walker was hands down, far and away, the greatest lover you have ever had. He was the only man who had ever been able to keep up with you, your average session lasting for four hours. He was able to cum and get hard again faster than any guy you had ever been with too.

But being with August meant following The Rules. There were many Rules, rules which governed how you would dress when you saw him, how you were groomed, how you were to address him and when you could contact him. There were punishments too, but you had been a good girl, never broken any of his rules, so you never gave the punishments a thought.

One of the many Rules was absolutely no snooping. He said it was for your protection as much for his privacy. You didn’t know exactly how August made his money, but you assumed it had to be from some sort of illegal activity. So, you obeyed this rule as you did the others until one evening after a marathon session, you realised you got your period. You were shocked August hadn’t said anything, clearly he had continued to fuck you while you were bleeding. You started opening his bathroom cupboards searching for a tampon or pad or something, hoping you wouldn’t have to stuff your panties with toilet paper until you got home.

You opened the cupboard behind the mirror and were surprised to see a pill bottle with little blue tablets. You recognised them and after checking the label and confirming it you were speechless. August used Viagra? But, it didn’t seem possible that he would need it, his stamina was out of this world… unless…

“What do you think you are doing Petal?” August said from the doorway, a box of tampons and a towel was in his hands.

Quickly recovering your senses, you grabbed the box and towel out of his hands and kissed his cheek saying, “Looking for those. Thank you, August.”

Quicker than you thought possible you were bent over the counter, cheek pushed into the stone benchtop. “You found my pills,” August said coldly. Leaning his body over yours, his weight pushed down on you, holding you in place as he kicked your legs apart. You muffled a cry as you felt him hard again against your ass. “I don’t need them, for most women, Petal. But for particularly slutty, insatiable, cock hungry brats such as yourself, it’s a necessary assistance.”

“I didn’t mean to pry,” you murmured, hoping he would take pity on you. Tears welled in your eyes as his finger pressed against your ass, forcing your tight muscles apart and you cried as he entered you. “I’m sorry, August.”

“My dear sweet, Pet,” August grunted as he violated you with a second finger. “If you aren’t sorry now, you will be.”

Napoleon Solo

Napoleon had been watching the siren from a distance all night. Her lithe body commanded all around to her attention. After she finished singing her call to the night goddess, he made his move. Two drinks in hand he set his sights and went in for the kill.

The two danced, drank and now were in her apartment, laid out on her bed he was happily pleasing her, mouth buried between her delicious thighs. His tongue flicked expertly over her button bringing her to climax, exciting his body, he climbed forward and for the first time that night claimed her lips. They kissed passionately until something changed, his mind grew foggy, and his cock deflated.

“Aww, is the great Casanova having trouble?” she laughed her sweet siren song changing to a bitter retort. His confused eyes tried to fix on hers as she began to distort, her last words filling his gut with fear. “Don’t worry love. I’ll take good care of you Napoleon Solo.”

Clark Kent

Clark was in college and his new friend Tommy was egging him on to take Crystal out for a date. He couldn’t understand why the cheerleader wanted to take him out. He wasn’t anything special as far as she knew, but she had been flirting with him all week.

Dinner was nice and Clark was surprised when Crystal suggested they return to her share house for dessert. Nervous as he was around her, he was pleased when after ice cream he had allowed her to talk him into a make out session in her room. They had only been in the room a few moments when he had felt strange. They had been kissing, it was enjoyable, but his stomach had begun to feel off and he felt unusually tired and weak.

The more they kissed the more frustrated he was to realise he wasn’t getting a rise out of his little friend. He noticed a pendant hanging on the wall near her bed, the green stone glowed eerily at him giving him a bad vibe. After a few more moments he politely excused himself, saying he must have eaten something off. Clarke murmured apologies and gave promises that he would call her and he left. Strangely, by the time he left her house he felt better, as if he had never felt ill at all. He was only a little upset that he had ruined his chances with Crystal, something about that pendant made him hope he would never see it again.

Charles Brandon

Charles sat in the apothecary rooms, wondering what he had gotten himself in for. The King had recommended him when Charles confided in his friend of his problem.

“So young man, why are you here?” the old man asked, his face kind but stern.

“Well, I’ve been having trouble, when I pee it burns and well, I can get an erection, but it deflates quickly and sometimes I cannot get one at all. I’m also having abdominal pain.”

The old man chuckled. After examining the affected area, he turned to his wall of potions. Pulling together some salves, and powdered herbs he turned to address the Charles. “Here, rub this on the affected area twice a day, and drink this tea three times a day.” The apothecary paused and said with a grin, “And finally, give the ladies from court a rest for a bit, you will regain your vigour again.”

Shame and chagrin filled Charles as he pulled his coverings back over his privates. Taking the medicines, he snuck out of the room trusting that no one saw him, and hoping against all hope, that this would work.

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock sits back in satisfaction, marvelling at his new invention. Based on some literature he read from the America’s he perfected the design and made it fit himself perfectly.

Having commissioned the glass tube and rubber attachments, the contraption worked by winding a small handle, creating the necessary suction to create a vacuum, pooling enough blood into his cock to make it erect. By placing a rubber ring at the base of his shaft, he found he was able to maintain an erection for approximately thirty minutes. He could even bring himself to orgasm by his own hand.

It really was a delightful invention. Now, he just had to find that little vixen of a maid and see if it worked with her too. Perhaps he should try and use her mouth first.

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Loopy

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand x female!V

Summary: V is a little loopy from her anesthesia, and Johnny finds it amusing.

Words: 1.7k

A/N: Requested by @thescorpionrodriguez. Hope you enjoy!

“Come on, V, wake the fuck up already.”

Silence. Johnny swears he could hear a pin drop.

V’s body remains lax on the bed; her eyes wound shut as if she were sound asleep. Slow and rhythmic, the rise and fall of her chest were calming, lulling. For once, she looks to be in peace, a rare moment for those who live and breathe in Night City.

She had been lucky. Extremely lucky. Two or three millimeters more to the right and the bullet that pierced her abdomen would have hit an organ. By some miracle, it missed anything vital and had exited out cleanly. It did fucking hurt judging by the sound of her agonizing groans, but here she was—still kicking, still alive.

And Johnny’s relieved that she was. They may not get along at times, but he genuinely cares for V. Hell, he would even consider her a good friend. She could call him a snarky asshole as often as she wants (and she does), yet he knows that deep down, she too has grown a soft spot for the rocker boy.

It’s been hours since the mission that went awry, and Johnny was getting pretty antsy. Vik had to put V down while he worked on repairing her cyberware. Nothing major, though the anesthesia should have certainly worn out by now. Much to Silverhand’s surprise, the ripperdoc wasn’t acting all too worried about it. He thinks V could use the sleep since he’s aware of how little she’s been getting.

Unfortunately, Johnny was all but a patient man. Bored out of his damn mind, he’s tired of roaming around the operating room, waiting and waiting for V to regain consciousness. Johnny’s more than ready to leave, perhaps grab a smoke afterward. He hasn’t gone this long without one lately, and he can’t enjoy one if V’s lying here, knocked out cold.

Nearly the rest of the day flies by, and the sun begins to set. That’s when he feels it; a spark—a familiar jolt of electricity emitting in the depths of V’s mind. Johnny manifests by her bedside, watching as her body finally stirs awake. That’s my girl, he silently praises, a flicker of a smile playing on his lips. V’s eyes flutter open, taking a minute to survey her surroundings before her line of sight lands on him.

“Well, look who decided to come back to life,” Johnny quips, leaning closer. “You doing alright, kid?”

V doesn’t respond. Rather, she bursts into a fit of giggles out of nowhere.

What the fuck?

Bewildered, Johnny glances everywhere but notices nothing amusing of the sort. “Care to share what you find so funny?”

“You’re too good looking to be my nurse,” V drawls, no doubt experiencing side effects from the anesthesia.

“I’m no nurse, princess, but thanks,” he corrects her. Then, it dawns on him. “You recognize me?”

She blinks at him blearily, the gears in her head turning as she tries to put a name to the face. “I dunno, should I?”

“It’s Johnny. Johnny Silverhand. Ring any bells?”

Again, V chuckles, a light-hearted tone that Johnny rarely hears, but they were sweet music to his ears when he does.

“Nope, zero bells. Are you like my husband or something?”

Johnny’s eyes widen. “Husband? Oh, no, honey. We ain’t even gone on a date yet. I’d say, think of us as partners-in-crime.”

“Wait!” V blurts out, gasping. “I remember you. You’re from that band—Samurai, right? God, I used to listen to your songs a lot as a kid.”

“Huh, you told me you’d never heard of Samurai,” Johnny recalls, slightly entertained at this point. “Didn’t peg you as a fangirl, V. I’m flattered.”

“So, can I… y’know, get your autograph?”

Just before Johnny could continue playing around with a loopy V, Viktor strolls in with Misty in tow, both delighted to find the merc out of her prolonged slumber. He lingers by the foot of her bed as Vik explains to V what happened, but she doesn’t seem to be processing it. She stares at him, dazed, and Johnny wonders when she’ll be back to normal.

“The effects should go away in a few hours,” Vik informs Misty once he’s examined V. She’s healing nicely and isn’t complaining much, yet that could be because of all the painkillers she was jacked with. “I’d say watch over V until she can stand on her own two feet without tripping. Other than that, she’s good to go.”

“Where are we going?” a clueless V asks, looking back and forth between the two. “Is Johnny coming?”

Misty furrows her brow at her. “Johnny?”

“Yeah, mister sex on legs over there,” she points eagerly, and Johnny smirks at that. “I’m not done talking to him yet.”

Vik shakes his head before reminding Misty of the engram residing within V’s psyche. “Oh, yeah. Silverhand. Uh, I guess he could come, too. Don’t really have much of a choice there, doll.”

The walk back to V’s apartment was a journey in itself. Lucky for her, she was pushed in a wheelchair throughout it all as Johnny stays visible for her benefit. They reached the door just before the skies turned completely dark, the warmth and comfort of the room being somewhat familiar to V.

Misty carefully moves her onto the bed, propping her up with pillows behind her back before smoothing out the blankets covering her legs. Johnny observes from a distance, quiet in his pondering. He’s never seen V this vulnerable before. She’s always been incredibly independent, not to mention stubborn as hell. She won’t accept anyone’s help unless it’s dire, and even then, she’s reluctant to do so.

“You must be starving,” Misty comments once V is settled. “How about I get you somethin’ to eat downstairs. Better food than what’s here, if there’s any. Hang tight for a bit, ’kay?”

Nodding, Misty then heads out of the room, the front door sliding shut when she’s gone, leaving V in the presence of Johnny yet once again. He glitches to sit by the edge of the mattress as V stares at him incredulously. Her eyes shone what he could best describe as innocence; she truly has no clue of what they’ve gone through together in the previous months.

“Can you sing me a song?”

Johnny narrows his gaze, a small chuckle rumbling in his throat at her deliriousness. “I don’t do concerts anymore.”

“Oh, come on!” V pouts, almost child-like in her ways. “Pleeease?”

“No,” he refuses sternly before an idea comes to mind. “How about you sing to me? Said you were a fan. Give me a performance, and maybe I’ll consider it.”

V does not hesitate. On cue, she starts to serenade Johnny with one of Samurai’s greatest hits, going as far as imitating the gruffness of his voice. Off-beat and lyrics garbled, V belts out the tune confidently and loud enough that her irritated neighbors began banging on the wall, yelling at her to quit it.

She ignores them, of course.

Meanwhile, Johnny’s having the time of his life. It was quite endearing to him, although embarrassing for V if she later finds out about this. Yet, he doesn’t stop her. He encourages her even further by singing along, not giving a fuck in the world.

At the end of the song, Johnny laughs heartily along with V, who had crawled closer to him. Their eyes meet for a moment that seems to last longer than it actually did. His mouth quirks up in a smile, the kind of smile that was reserved for her and her alone.

“You’re pretty cool, Silverhand,” V mumbles sleepily, touching the cold surface of his chrome arm. Sighing, Johnny guides her drowsy self back under the covers, certain that she would crash in the next minute or two. “I think you should take me on a date. We’d be a hell of a couple together.”

“I think you’re going to regret everything that’s happened just now when you wake up in the morning,” he returns, and there was a slight pang in his chest.

V only hums in response, and he doubts he had even heard what he last said. It doesn’t matter, however. Johnny was sure she wouldn’t want to bring this up again.

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“Fuck…” V exhales groggily, her blinking eyes wincing at the bright sunlight flooding into the room. She feels pain all over, her head throbbing immensely as she tries to gather memories of the day prior. It comes back in bits and pieces until suddenly, she remembers everything.

Everything.

“Good morning, princess,” Johnny greets after materializing before her, a cocky smirk plastered on his face. “How ya feelin’? Still loopy or need a little more refreshing from ‘mister sex on legs?’”

V’s reflexes are quick; Johnny doesn’t even register the pillow being hurled at him at first. He only realizes it when the empty glass bottles on the center table falls to the floor, shattering and making a mess.

“You’re lucky you’re just a hologram, right now,” V muttered as she stands up unsteadily.

Johnny holds his hands up. “You were the one who said it.”

Rolling her eyes, V reaches for the painkillers Misty left on the side. “Don’t remind me.”

“Alright, but at least let me tell you that you’ve got a shitty voice.”

“That’s why I don’t do karaoke,” V snorts before swallowing the pills and heading to the couch. “So, what do you think?”

“What do you mean?” Johnny questions.

“You, me, dinner?”

V waits for his reaction, smiling coyly at his confusion. When Johnny finally understands what she was referring to, he almost couldn’t believe it.

“Wait, are you fucking serious?”

She lets out a chortle. “Yeah, I’m serious. Don’t get me wrong, I’m mortified about last night, and I’m never going to let Vik knock me out with that stuff again. But hey, the truth came out. Might not have remembered you, but even while high as fuck, I knew I liked you.”

Briefly, they traded a look of longing, acknowledging at last this deeper connection they’ve felt for a while. It was much more than sharing a body, a mind. Something more profound than what Johnny and V have experienced before in their lives.

And though it was all entirely new to them, they both wanted it. They both wanted each other.

“Better get to it then,” Johnny flashes a grin, mirroring V’s own. “Wanna start with breakfast? Bet you’re hungry after skipping what Misty brought you, samurai.”

“Never going to live that one down, are ya?”

Shooting her a cheeky wink, Johnny throws on his stylish pair of aviators with ease.

“You bet your ass I’m not.”

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[the-slasher-files]

Affection

INCLUDES MICHAEL 

I have gotten a few different requests for a softer more affectionate side of Michael so I decided to put them together and create this, a longer (almost 2k words) descriptive drabble about showering with Michael. All this talk about getting Michael to shower and what his hygiene is like had me thinking lol... Now this is deeply inspired by @slasherholic and their writing style, of course I made it my own but it is defiantly a nod to them :) Thank you for your asks and requests!.. hope you enjoy 🔪💕

MASTERLIST

There was a sting on your cool soft skin as you stepped into the blazing stream, raining down from the old head above. Through gritted teeth you bared your head back allowing the water to soak you, down your hair, trailing every muscle in your shoulders and back. Burning your flesh with a pleasent tingle from the contrast of temperatures as you had just been outside on a walk, the autumn wind was sharp kissing your face and seeping into your bones. Closing your eyes you calmed completely around the hot water, tension ebbed from your muscles and your jaw; it had been a long day, and you could not have needed this more. 

Steam flowed off your skin and out the top of the curtain like soft clouds, painting the mirror and sweating on the tiles, finally reaching the cracked door and seemingly disappearing into the night. Soft hands ran through your hair pushing away the water along the edges of your face, pooling beneath your feet and draining with quiet gurgles. 

The placid air had suddenly changed as you heard the shower curtain pull along the metal rod, screeching at the force; you did not open your eyes for you knew exactly who it was. The smell of iron, rich dirt and a firm musk coating the air, almost battling with the steam and the fresh smells of your body wash. The curtain superseded it’s own path with the same screech and crinkles, a large, mysterious presence appeared in front of you, out of the steam that seemed to billow around him. 

Opening your eyes you met his; one brown, dark and deep with a slight hint of yellow around the iris, outlined like black ink. The other scarred; a dull shade you could never decide if it was more blue or more grey, it reminded you of a thunderstorm approaching, devouring any bright sky and coating the blue in dark streaks and shadows, while his scar was in the shape of a catastrophic bolt of lighting, forking and brutally tearing through the iris; Much like the shape, a force of nature, leaving destruction in it’s wake.

Michael just watched you with a look you could never place, and sometimes you just didn’t want to know what that look meant, it was a mystery, like him; never solvable, never predictable, dangerous, and so beautiful in the hidden detail all at once. Loving this gaze was a curse and a privilege. You were one of the only people who ever got to meet these forceful eyes, see the detail in them and live. Perhaps that was his affection. 

He stood in front of you naked, watching the water run in a thousand streams down your features. Drippling down the ends of your hair into your rosy nipples, cascading down your stomach breaking into different paths; some glistening your sex while others flowed down your legs, meeting every tendon and mark your lover had made. Your eyes watched his as they surveyed the trails of wetness blanketing your smooth skin, it was like he was almost trying to remember where the water flowed and broke away, almost envious of the streams that got to touch you with such care and tenderness. Michael could never do the same. You both knew that, and you had accepted that long ago.

Towering above you he took an easy step forward, making you step back a little allowing him to have some heat from the water as well. Michael’s deep rich curls were now painted black, sticking to his forehead tracing the scars he wore, and now settling easy on his muscular neck. His eyes closed for a moment as you wondered if he had felt just the same soft pleasure of stepping into the torrid flow. The steam had started to make piece with the man and it swelled off his broad toned shoulders like a smoke stack into the cool air.

Michael's angular jaw eased and his shoulders fell ever so slightly; to the normal person they would never notice such subtleties, but you had become trained to watch for the smallest give aways in his body. It was the only indicators he would give you; dropped shoulder were relaxed and he was comfortable, hardened eyes and a slight twitch in his wrist meant nothing good, but over time you became aware. Sometimes too aware, but you had been molded to his liking. This is what he wanted, this was his artistry, a slight fear constantly in your heart right behind the muscle. This was loving Michael and you accepted it through and through.

The vail of his baroness and tension billowed away with the steam, he was at ease, and he allowed you to see this. Perhaps the shape genuinely trusted you, or maybe it was just him knowing you could never do serious damage to his imposing body. Michael was like a brick wall and no matter how many nights you wailed on him or tried to hurt him blood was never drawn, just your own.

Small hands slowly fell upon his shoulders, every movement he watched carefully, but there was not the usual harness to his stoney eyes. Creeping your fingers into his drenched locks, slow circles and light pressure along the top of his neck made him melt inside; and there it was, the trust, he had closed his eyes accepting the pleasure. Feeling the tough muscles under your fingers ease, you moved your hands along the tendons in his thick neck, watching the water flow along your hands and down into the slight dip of his collar bone, then continued to his broad expansive chest where you settled your hands among the pinkish raised scars from bullets and blades. They looked so small compared to him, lifting effortlessly as the muscles rose and fell with each soft breath. You couldn't help but find a trance in the way the water swept down him as well, each trail seemed more interesting than the last. Michael allowed you to look at his details and touch where you wanted, from his smooth chest to the dips in his abs, and the v in his obliques, washing the water with a slight hue of pink from his last kills. This was more than a privilege at this point, you took extreme pride in these extraordinarily rare moments he allowed. You were the only one who could ever touch the shape the way you did, the way he let you. This is how he made you feel good, this was his love.

Was this all a trick? A sick game he liked to play? Toying with you like a lion would before the kill?

Looking up at the towering figure locking eyes, his hands meticulously found home on your waist and slowly he leaned down, blocking the water from you and he met his lips with yours. Michael had kissed you, tenderly, softly. A foreign place he tried desperately to be comfortable in. You moved your lips cautiously with his, waiting for the large forceful hand to grab your neck, or to be pushed against the freezing tiles with blood running down your skull. Your eyes opened trying to see what he was planning but his eyes were closed, and his brow was furrowed seeking the love he knew he couldn't produce.

Blood ran cold in your veins as he pulled away, eyeing you up with a strange softness you never thought was possible. The kiss left you breathless, and your mouth was slightly agape as he took one of his large hands placing it under your jaw, cupping your chin and running a thick thumb along your sweet lips. Carefully you placed your shaky hands on either side of his sharp jaw, holding him as he let his head slack slightly and rest tenderly. It dawned on you that you were practically holding a predator in your hands, the claws were hidden but always still beneath the surface, your heart raced at the thought and you tried to slow your breath as much as you could, not wanting to start the predators chase. In this moment you saw a glint of what looked like pain in Michael’s eyes, if he was even capable of feeling such an emotion, he knew what you thought of him. Tonight all he wanted was to feel like a normal man, he wanted to give you his affection and nothing more, but the task was nearing impossible for him.

Michael started to run his massive hands around even inch of you, gingerly drawing shapes into and around your chest, rough fingers dipped between your breasts and following the water, luring him downward along your stomach, tracing every mark he made on you; from the bruises on your hips to the bites on your thighs, to the long jagged scar he had made on your stomach where his beloved blade sank a little too far into the skin. You were his and that much was clear. 

The shape allowed you to pull his face closer to yours as you placed another kiss to his chapped lips, taking it in more and trusting him with you enough to give into the rare pleasure of the gentleness. Your body so starved of it that when the opportunity presented itself you hesitated deeply. Michael had taught you that a person could be deprived of such needs for a long time and when he gave it to you, you put it in question.

Was it all you ever thought you needed? Was it just an illusion your head fueled? 

Stained crimson fingers that seemed to never be fully clean moved to the back of neck, fingers circling and moving slowly into your hair, Michael mirrored your movements that had put him at ease some minutes ago. His rosy lips left yours and trailed along your jaw, down your neck pausing to feel your pulse, and nipping at the tender flesh of your collar bone, pulling drawn out moans of pleasure you delicately webbed your fingers into his hair. Every touch, lick and nip put you into a blissful haze, forgetting where you were and blocking out the sound of the water spitting and gurgling, Michael was the only thing that mattered in this moment, and the world was lost. 

His wandering hands had now moved to your hips again, his lips were gone and Michael had you turn around, not to look at him any longer, just hot rhythmic breathing leaving your skin numb. Slowly his gentleness was failing him, urges and twisted thoughts were beginning to hound him like a pack of coyotes howling from the ridgeline hidden in the shadows. Your euphoria coating too thickly to see this, you just stood in the current, eyes closed and body relaxed, there were a few more strokes of your back muscles and stolen kisses to your neck before he was gone.  

Michael had left silently like the shape he was. Gone into the night that called him. Where he belonged. Free. A tortuous beauty that made you ache. The rare moment of affection was gone, burned away by the steam and lost hopes. Michael was just a force, a shadow that could and will never be tamed. Haunting people and leaving destruction behind. Just like his knife the pain you felt of his absence was sharp and cold amongst the scolding flow.

This was loving him. This was his affection.  

[altcvnningham]

strings | johnny silverhand

summary: a storm passes through night city, but it isn't that which wakes her. it's the soft sound of guitar strings, being plucked by chrome fingers.

words: 1280

pairing: johnny silverhand / fem v (my v vana, but i avoid physical description, so read the name as whatever you like!!)

content: fluff, mild angst, Yearning™️, johnny plays guitar and it's rly therapeutic

warnings: SPOILERS, death mention, johnny shuts up for once so maybe mildly ooc, idk how guitars work

misc: soooo after listening to this on loop for the last forever, i just needed to vent and get this outta my system. i do use my v's name (vana) in this, but there's no physical description of her, so feel free to imagine v as your own!! also, it's been almost 4 years since i've officially posted any of my writing online, so while this is a little rough and not as detailed as i'd usually like, please be kind, and please enjoy!! (also ao3 link soon maybe but i'm lazy)

***

V doesn’t know what day it is when she awakes, but she does so to the quiet twang of guitar strings.

The metal blinds slide open, aware of her waking, and the morning spills into the room, dim and grey. Rain patters against the glass, and V, with her eyes still closed, curls deeper into the bedsheets to fend off the cold, away from the light towards the dark shelter of the wall. Night City can wait. She’ll enjoy this strange, soft music while it lasts.

Fingers pluck on quietly, nary a breath nor sigh to indicate the person playing. It’s a somber melody, a blue tune teased with the vague, cruel implication of hope, heartbreak, contentment. There‘s something in the way the music seems to move around the room and still the world, something timeless and calm yet so tenderly desperate about it- she feels sad and happy all at once, and suddenly, to be alive- to be dying- seems... a simple, given, painfully temporary thing. It’s a sweet, naïve tune. A fool’s song.

It cuts short.

Razor-sharp static screams in search for a signal. The strumming abruptly stops in response. The radio. It’s automated to switch on when she wakes up.

Then comes a final telltale sigh from the foot of her bed, as some garish pop song resonates brokenly through white noise. Must be a storm, she thinks. Howling wind outside her window confirms it.

A weight rises from the mattress- one that wasn’t there the night before, and V furrows her brows, braving the daylight and turning onto her side to see the figure lifting from the bed.

Chrome fingers curl around the neck of the cheap electric guitar as they prop the instrument back against the bed. A swelling ache closes around Vana’s chest. Loneliness. Separated from him by inches. Feeling without the one bound to the inside of her skull- it's agony.

Johnny. He crosses the room towards the radio in an aimless stride, and he staggers, tired. Vana briefly wonders- occupying her maddened, longing mind with something else- if he’s even capable of feeling that way, or if it’s her own waking lethargy that he feels, that clings to him. It’s usually like that with most things. And he switches the radio off, back arched downwards to reach it. Static finally turns to silence. She sees the thick lock of hair hanging in his eyes, and how he moves it with a careless jerk of his head before sauntering back to the bed again; peculiarly, he’s not wearing the bulletproof vest over his Samurai tank- the projection of the exact same faded shirt she wears now- and without the seemingly invincible façade, he almost looks... normal. Himself, maybe. Of course, when he descends back down to the end of the bed again, the blue glitched fragments of his engram form give him away. Yet somehow, unlike most times, seeing it puts her mind at ease. Not dreaming, at least.

With his back to her, Johnny picks the guitar back up and slings it weightlessly over his knee again. Out of thin air, he materialises a cigarette in his mouth, which wavers absentmindedly between pursed lips as he tunes the guitar and tests each string; Vana watches and remains completely still in her warm, blanket cocoon, not intent on interrupting this rare moment of peace. The rain drums on smoothly. Johnny pauses to pull the cigarette from his mouth. Exhale. Smoke joins in dancing alongside dust motes around the room, and Vana is happy to be alive today.

Johnny adjusts a silver ring on a flesh finger before touching the guitar’s strings again. He hesitates, stops, then straightens himself out before strumming the first note.

And then, it’s as if he loses himself to it- effortlessly playing that same melancholy tune from before without fault, without a sliver of uncertainty. His ‘ganic hand glides along each string with meticulous ease, metal fingers sliding and spreading along each fret, and the bleak light of the storm glints off of each chrome knuckle as he coaxes the music out to fill the quiet. And it's just this. The way in which he messily perfects such a common, mundane art. An ageless, timeless thing. No ugly, restless hand of Night City can snatch this away from her. The way his wrist flicks back with each note, how his hair crowds his face again as he nods slowly along, the heel he fails to notice he’s tapping in rhythm on the floor. For a moment, Johnny Silverhand’s real name lingers like a song in the back of her mind, as distant and unknown as this one, and she wonders if the person at the foot of her bed is him, that fragmented man lost in time.

Alt had said that Soulkiller does exactly by its name, that the soul dies the moment the consciousness is extracted. But watching him now, Vana refuses to believe that the glitched apparition at the foot of her bed is void of that, that same soul that inhabited the real Johnny Silverhand, that this engram isn’t as tangible and complex and real and feeling as she herself is. This projection of him, an amalgamation of every conscious want, need, thought and whim of a man who once existed- and this projection, he wakes up before her, on a morning as cold and grey and miserable as this, and plays a song for no discernible reason at all other than simply wanting to. Feeling like it.

No soul. She could weep- there's soul in every string.

Vana jostles free of the blanket and pushes herself forward, shifting to her knees. Johnny’s old dogtags, a relic of his past that dangle around her neck, clink together with each steady movement she makes towards him- terrified he’d stop playing for even a second- and she sits cross-legged behind him, facing the slender, flexing muscles of his back as he strums. She hugs herself, cold, shivering. He keeps playing. It’s bliss. She’s overcome with a sudden indescribable fondness, so much so that were she any braver in her vulnerability, any kinder to her feeling self, she’d let it bring a tear to her eye.

But Vana can only muster turning her head to the side, and resting her lonely cheek against the center of his back, desperate to feel every single breath that comes and leaves his vague, digital body. Perhaps it’s her own warmth she feels, reflecting back at her from Johnny’s feelings and senses, but she swears she feels him, hot beneath her cheek as though he were flesh and blood. The illusion is just enough that she doesn’t slip through him entirely. Perhaps, this will simply do.

Yes... fleeting as it is, as all things are, this moment is just... okay.

The song ends. Johnny plucks the final string. The chord fades out into a low, droning hum, until all that’s left is the rain on the window, the torrid rolling of the storm, and his calm, firm breaths, moving against her.

She forgets she's dying. And she would happily fall asleep again, right here, with the very thing that kills her, drinking in the song he’s let steep in the silence around them. But he slowly lowers the guitar, his body shifting beneath Vana’s unflinching cheek. Eyes fluttering shut once more, she feels him twist as he turns around, and how he catches her body in slacked repose, and finally- almost as if he wants to, as if he cares- the tangled threading of cold, metal fingers through her hair, towing her under the dark dwelling of sleep once more.

“I got you.”

[dadolorian]

Diamonds and Daddies Ch 2 Whiskey X F!Reader

A/N: Thank you again to @oloreaa​ for being my Beta reader despite not liking this Yeehonk bitch XD  And thanks to @talesfromtheguild​ for the name idea and letting me bounce ideas for this story in general off of you

Fandom: Kingsman the golden circle Ship: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x Cis F!reader Warning/tags: Kink and consent discussion, Possessive (consensual) language, spanking, slight choking, Daddy kink/ DD/LG/BDSM style relationship, aftercare, fingering, P/V (protected) sex, dirty talk,  reaffirming consent/ checking in with safe word, Jack being possessive/controlling but has readers enthusiastic consent on it. 

Word count: 6K + 

AO3 LINK - coming soon

Summary: Whiskey tries Tinder, and when that doesn’t work discovers a Sugar Baby app that has him most intrigued. Jack gives his Babygirl her first punishment. 

Soft light filtered through sheer curtains, you stretched out lazily, feeling your joints pop and click. Idly, your foggy brain wondered just when your bed became this big and soft. 

You fought to drift back off to sleep as memories of last night slowly came back to you, 

          Cracking an eye open to confirm that yes, you had gone home with the sexy Daddy who wined and dined you last night. You couldn’t contain the smile on your face as you remembered everything that had happened, the slight ache between your legs reminding you of the best part. 

You turned over to snuggle up to your cowboy Daddy, only to find he wasn’t there. You sat up, disappointed and confused, looking around the expansive room for him,  reaching to his side you deduced he had been gone only a short while by the lukewarm heat left on the sheets, you listened carefully, trying to figure out just where he was. 

There was muffled shuffling outside of the room, coming from downstairs, and the delicious smell that was wafting into the room made your stomach growl.

You slid out of the covers to go explore, picking up Jack’s discarded dress shirt off the floor and throwing it on before heading off in search of him.  As you left the bedroom you heard him softly humming, a familiar country tune you couldn’t quite place. Softly padding your way down the stairs there you found him, in his open kitchen, wearing a stetson, jeans and nothing else. His back was facing you, you watched the muscles there ripple as he poured batter into the waffle iron beside him, cursing when hot batter splashed back onto his bare stomach. “Careful Daddy,” you teased, as you leaned against an island counter, making him jump slightly. 

He turned to face you with a soft smile, wiping the batter off of his front with a rag. 

“Morning Honey Bee. Did I wake you?” he asked, rounding the island to give you a gentle kiss.

You hummed at the name, it was the same one you had used on the Sugar baby App, which you still needed to delete for him. 

“Not at all, Cowboy,” you teased, flicking his stetson playfully. 

“I was hoping to give you breakfast in bed,” he drawled, playing with the hem of the shirt you were wearing absentmindedly. His other hand went to the small of your back, gently holding you to his front as he rocked the two of you slowly, dancing in place to music that wasn’t there. 

“Seems that plans out the window now, you hungry?” 

You nodded your head. “Starving. I worked up quite an appetite last night,” you giggled, wrapping your arms around him and resting your chin on his soft front, looking up at him with a giddy smile. 

He chuckled,and bent forward to place a quick kiss to your forehead. 

“That you did, I guess riding takes a lot out of you huh?” he teased with a wink. 

You rolled your eyes at the joke, but your smile confirmed to him you liked it either way.

              He was content holding you just like that, swaying gently together as if you were the only two people in existence, the only thing pulling him away from your embrace was the smell of burning batter.

“Shit, shit!” he cursed, untangling himself from your arms, trying to save what he could of the breakfast. “Damn!”

He unplugged the iron and wafted away the faint smoke with his stetson, trying to thin it out enough to avoid the smoke alarm going off. 

“Sorry, Darlin, I was trying to be all romantic and make you breakfast,” he coughed, scraping burnt batter out of the machine. “But it seems my cooking skills ain't up to par.”

“I’m just flattered that you went through the effort for me,” you smiled, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around him again, kissing his bare shoulder blades. 

“Of course, gotta take care of my girl,” he moved the waffle iron to the side and cleaned up the mess on the bench.

“How bout we just order something Darl? Since i’ve made such a mess of this?” He suggested, turning in your embrace and resting his large hands on your hips. 

“Sounds delightful” you hummed, standing on your tiptoes to give him a chaste kiss. 

“Here,” he said as he pulled his phone out of his back pocket, unlocking it and passing it to you.

“You open that ‘uber’ app and pick whatever you’re fancying Princess.” 

You took the phone and browsed through the app as he cleaned up what he could, deciding on the safe bet of waffle house, since Jack had seemed so insistent on making them for you to begin with. 

With the food ordered and on its way, you relaxed on the couch, waiting for him to finish cleaning up. You lay on your stomach, making sure his shirt was only just covering your ass as you flipped through a TV magazine he had laying around.

The rummaging in the kitchen eventually grew silent, shortly followed by warm fingers gently caressing up the back of your thigh to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. 

You hummed, pleased as you felt his weight join you, blanketing himself over you carefully, making sure he didn’t crush you. 

You giggled as you felt his mustache tickle your neck, where he peppered many hot kisses across your skin. 

“D-Daddy,” you giggled, wiggling in his grasp as he continued to tickle you with his facial hair. “Food will be here soon.” 

He growled, not too pleased at the idea of having to cut his playtime short before it had even had a chance to get started. 

“You’re right, Baby, we’ll have to have some fun later,” he sighed, burying his face into your neck for soft snuggles rather than the heated kisses, a change you had no complaint about either way.  “Don’t need to get all worked up before heading to the lobby. Might give a poor delivery driver a heart attack if I answer the door full mast,” he snickered into your neck. 

You rolled your eyes again at his immature humor but you were once more unable to keep your own smile off of your face. 

“We can play after breakfast though. Right Daddy?” You asked, running your foot over this strong calves teasingly.

“Mmhhhh, of course Baby, “ he said, placing another kiss on your neck. “You only have to ask and Daddy will play with you whenever you want. Unless you’re being a brat for me.” 

You hummed in appreciation at the implication.  Past Daddies had never been very...successful at the whole punishment and reward aspect of your usual relationship dynamic. Your string of bad luck when it came to your relationships didn’t just translate to the relationships with your Daddies failing, but also to how skilled they were with mixing the punishments and pleasures you hungered for. You had never been left completely satisfied in a relationship before. 

But, since meeting him, there wasn't a doubt in your mind that Jack’s ability to take care of you, to punish and pleasure you in the way you had been craving for years, would finally scratch that itch. To satisfy your hunger. You weren’t just a sugar Baby for the money after all. 

“I’ll be good for you,” you teased, breathlessly lifting your ass up into his hips, causing him to groan. 

“Teasing's not what a good girl does, Honey Bee,” he warned, using your moniker again. It was like he was reminding you of your place, something that should have been a red flag in any other type of relationship, but with Jack, it only served to turn you on more. 

“What happened to not answering the door at full mast?” You continued to tease. 

“Half mast...different story,” Jack joked, snatching his phone up with one hand to check on the progress of the food. 

“It’s on its way,” he hummed, getting up off of you carefully, gently patting your ass as he straightened up. “Should probably go put a shirt on then.” 

“Awww,” you pouted, flipping over to watch him walk over to the stairs.

“I’ll take my shirt back off when I get back with the food baby, but only if you take yours off first, Honey Bee,” he winked playfully at you before heading upstairs.

He returned from his room, now wearing a plain white T-shirt which showed off his biceps deliciously, and some fancy looking cowboy boots to complete his casual country look.  “I’ll be back with the food in just a minute Darlin,” he said, coming over to you and giving you a slow, deep kiss. “Be good.” 

You batted your eyelashes up at him, playing innocent as he took off, grabbing his keys and leaving you alone in his apartment. 

Bored without his attention and curious about him, you took the opportunity alone to explore. You hopped up off the couch and started to inspect his apartment. Upstairs you found an additional two bedrooms and bathroom , they were of little interest to you outside of their stunning views of the city, the interesting parts of his apartment were all downstairs, you discovered.  A private gym, a balcony with views of central park and his own pool! You were half tempted to jump in and wait for him to return but you didn’t want to get in trouble with him, at least not yet.  You headed back inside and were about to inspect the last room of the house when you spied through the glass door a heavy wooden desk and laptop sitting on top of it, it was his office. Remembering his warning, you loosened your grip on the handle, backing away slowly. 

“What did I tell you bout my office, Babygirl?” his deep baritone startled you, you hadn’t heard him return.    He stood in the open lounge behind you, one hand on his hip, the other holding the takeout boxes, quirking an eyebrow at you questioningly.  His question was a clear warning to you. 

“You said I can't go in there, and I remembered!” You explained as you turned to face him fully. “I didn’t go in, I stopped as soon as I realized it was your office Daddy, I promise.”

 He regarded you for a moment, searching your eyes. He believed you it seemed. “Good,” he purred, putting the boxes on the coffee table. He grabbed two plates and cutlery from the adjacent kitchen and returned to flop onto the couch with as much grace a man his age could muster.

 “Come here Baby,” Jack beckoned you with his finger, before he sat down and toed off his boots, kicking them underneath the coffee table. 

He held out his arm in invitation of a cuddle which you happily accepted, tucking your knees under yourself as you curled up to his side. He gave you a tender kiss to your forehead then served up the food onto the plates. 

“There you go, Baby,” he smiled, handing you a plate. “Wish i could have made it myself, but this will have to do for now. One day I'll make you a romantic breakfast in bed.” 

“I like that idea Daddy,” you hummed, digging into your food quite happily. “But i’m certainly not complaining about this either.”

You both sat, lazily cuddling as you ate your breakfast together, not in any particular rush to get on with the rest of the day. You finished first, putting your plate on the coffee table in front of you while you waited for him. “You might finish it quicker if you let go of me Daddy,” you teased, causing him to cock an eyebrow at you, looking at you as if you had just grown two heads. “Now why would I want to do that, Babygirl?” He asked, the arm around you squeezing the flesh of your exposed thigh. 

“I wasn’t complaining Daddy, I just thought it might have been easier.”

“I know Baby,” he kissed your cheek. “But i much prefer this.” When he had finally finished his food he stacked his plate on top of yours, picked up a blank notepad off the glass top then pulled you up onto his lap. 

“Now, Baby,” he murmured, playing with the top button of the shirt you were wearing, his shirt. 

“What do you say we get that little ‘contract’ sorted? Should be something we get out of the way before we have anymore fun together, don’cha think? I don't want to overstep any boundaries with you.” You nodded in agreement, looping your arms around his neck as he began writing. 

You found it really cute the way his brow would furrow as he wrote, trying his best to balance the notepad between the two of you and not get distracted by your close proximity. When he was done, he re-read the whole page, giving it a nod of approval before flipping it for you to read. 

You made sure to read it properly, to make sure everything was covered. It was a detailed list of all the rules you had both agreed to the previous night, with the important ones underlined for emphasis, safeword, exclusivity, communication. You smiled, giving him your approval. He then flipped to another page, writing down a list, you tried your best to read it upside down, curious as to what else he could be writing. Figuring out a few of the words you realized he was writing a list of kinks. 

He gave it another once over before showing you. 

“Like I said Princess, I don’t want to cross any boundaries with you, I need to know beforehand if you’ll be just as enthusiastic for these as I am,” he said, rubbing your thigh as you took the list and read it. “It's all fun and games talking punishment and rewards until I get to it and find out you don’t like what I'm doing to ya.” 

You took the pen from his hand, crossing out the hard no’s, leaving only your favorites on his expansive list.

Over stimulation Choking Bondage/restraints Throat fucking Spanking Slapping Riding crop Public sex Collars Toys- Plugs, vibrators, Dildos- others Orgasm denial Cock warming Roleplay - costumes Rough sex Ice Candle wax Degradation/name calling  Fisting Anal Spitting

“Perfect” you purred, handing it back to him so he could confirm what you had approved off. He grinned widely as he read it, his eyes growing dark from lust. You were just the same, already feeling the familiar sensation of your arousal pooling.

“Hooo, Honey Bee,” he growled contentedly, reading your amendments. “You left all my favorites on here.” He tossed the notepad onto a side table, discarding it and leaving his full attention on you. “Now keep in mind, those kinks are just for punishments and rewards...We can add more if we want to later, and we can explore other kinks any other time...I just need to know what you want when Daddy punishes you.” You nodded, agreeing with his words. You were exceptionally grateful at just how serious he was taking his role and control over you, making sure you would be comfortable and feel safe with everything he wanted to do with you, confirming to both of you he had your enthusiastic consent for some of the more...extreme elements of your growing relationship. 

“Mind answering a question for me, Darlin?” He asked, gently undoing the top button of your shirt.

“Of course not Daddy, ask away.”

“Got any toys at home?” His hands continued popping buttons of the shirt you were wearing, his voice was curious, with that hungry growl still hidden beneath it.

“Y-yes, i have toys,” you admitted truthfully.

“Get rid of them,” he ordered firmly, staring at your chest as his calloused hand slipped underneath your now unbuttoned shirt, pushing the shirt off of your shoulders, exposing you to him.

“B-but Daddy, they were expensive,” you whined, gripping his shoulders as his large, rough hands moved to cup your breasts.

He dragged his gaze away from your tits to look you in the eyes.

“What was that? You answering back to me already, baby?” He growled, giving your breasts a harsh squeeze in warning, making you gasp. “Your pleasure belongs to me now, remember? I decide when you get to feel good…And no toy is going to do my job for you.” He began rolling your nipples in his fingers, causing your head to fall back in pleasure. He gave you a growl in warning, a wordless command of eyes on me, and you dragged your gaze back to him, whimpering at his touches. You had started to get wet as you read his Kink list, just the idea of exploring them had started to work you up, but now, with his deft fingers and possessive words, you feel yourself getting wetter. 

“When you get home, you’re going to throw all those toys you have in the trash,” he squeezed your breasts together, still toying with your nipples. “Then you’re going to send Daddy a photo to prove it….And then, when i think you’ve earned it, we’re going shopping for some new, special toys we get to use together. For when you’ve been a good girl for Daddy…or a Bad girl.”

You bit your lip to hide the whimper at the implications, unsuccessfully. Once again he was proving just how capable he was at his Daddy role for you. He chuckled at how helpless you sounded, dragging one of his hands down your front to slip between your legs, fingers quickly becoming covered in your slick. “You’re very naughty baby, forgetting to put your panties on this morning...Only bad girls go about with no underwear,” he teased, pushing one, long finger inside you slowly. “B-But...You weren't wearing underwear last night!” You gasped, opening your legs wider to give him better access. The hand still on your tit squeezed harder. 

“Answering back again?” he growled, shoving another finger inside of you. His other hand let go of your breast and looped around you, pulling you tight up against his front, holding you in place so he could attack your neck with his mouth.  He kissed and licked, running his teeth over the sensitive skin there before growling right into your ear.  “Don’t you dare go around thinking that you can answer back to me, Honey Bee, or that what Daddy says don’t matter.” 

Your moniker, again, reminding you just what you were to him, what he was to you.

One simple name you had heard many times before, but coming from his mouth, his husky voice, it held so much power and control over you. 

The two fingers inside you pushed in as deep as they could go, curling back and forth to tease at your sweet spot. You tried to wiggle in his grasp, either to get away from the stimulation or get closer, you weren’t sure, but his grip on you held fast.

“If I say something makes you a bad girl, then you best listen...Don’t matter if Daddy does it too, you do as I say, not as I do...You’re not a big enough girl to behave like that…” he teased you, gently curling his fingers one minute then thrusting his hand into you harshly the next, fingering you as fast as he could in the position. “Thought you wanted to be my good girl?” he rasped, chuckling darkly when you began writhing in his hold, whining and arching your back, holding onto him for dear life, your manicured nails digging into his biceps as the obscene wet slaps of his hand thrusting into you joined your whines. 

His words and deft fingers had brought you quicker to the edge than you had ever been in your life. Something about the way he became so possessive and controlling over you turned you on so easily, you felt your core tighten up and more arousal seep down your thighs. 

Gripping his shoulders you whimpered out a warning that you were going to cum. He sped his hand up, thumb rubbing quick circles into your clit for one teasing moment, and right before you flew over the edge, he pulled his fingers free from you. “W-wha?” you asked befuddled, straightening back up to look at him. “Daddy why?” 

He stood up, tossing you onto the couch on your back before bringing his fingers to his mouth, moaning as he tasted your essence still coating them. “I’ll tell you why, Baby,” he said, pulling his fingers free and licking his lips as if he had just eaten the finest dessert. “You talked back to Daddy,” he leant over top of you so his nose brushed yours. “And then I find out you’re being a filthy little girl by not wearing panties…” He slapped your thigh hard enough to sting. “And then you had the gall to talk back to me, again.” 

He shoved his mouth against yours for a deep, domineering kiss. It was bruising. You could taste the faint flavor of the syrup from the waffles you shared, combined with your own juices, on his tongue. He cupped your jaw to deepen the kiss, then pulling away only when you had become lost to the sensation, driving you insane once again by denying you just as it got really heated. “Now, we’re both new to this...It’s going to take a while for us both to learn all the rules,” he said, straightening up and pulling his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side, forgotten. He was back on you, kneeling between your legs before you could even admire his soft tummy again.  “But if I let this one slide, Baby, I fear you won’t learn the rules...If I let you get away with answering back to me, and being filthy now...Well you won’t learn your lesson, will ya?”

One hand slid back between your legs, ghosting over your soaked folds teasingly. You whimpered again, listing your hips for more contact, batting your eyes up at him in hopes to soften him up 

“But since this is a first offence,” Jack chuckled, gently pinching your clit between two fingers, “I’ll go easy on you. But don’t think those pretty eyes will work on me all the time, baby.” 

“Daddy” you whined, feeling completely helpless underneath him and loving it. “Hmmm? Now what do we think is an appropriate punishment for a first time offence?” He asked, pushing one finger back inside you, thrusting it in and out agonizingly slowly while his thumb circled your clit with feather light passes. Touching you and filling you up, but not enough to satisfy the burning need in you. He watched intently as you tried to seek out more stimulation, raising your hips up into his hand, but he put a stop to that quickly, holding your hips down with his free hand.  “Stay still,” he growled. “You take what I give you, Honey bee, don’t be greedy.”  He watched you with his head cocked, as he decided on your punishment.  “I think we’ll keep it simple,” he continued. “A spanking seems appropriate...Don’t you agree?”

Jack paused, and you realized he was waiting for a response, an approval and consent over his chosen punishment.  “Y-yes...a spanking seems fair Daddy,” you pouted, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“Good” he rumbled, scooping you up and gently laying you across his lap. You could feel his erection pressed up against your belly.

You wanted it inside you, but you knew you had to earn it. One of his arms looped around your middle, keeping you still while the other was gently massaging your ass and rubbing your pussy. “Listen up, Girl,” he said, voice firm. “You are to say “red” if this gets too much, you understand?” he asked, waiting for your verbal affirmation before continuing. “Good, after each spank, I want you to say ‘I will not talk back to Daddy’. Can you repeat that for me?” “I- I will not talk back to Daddy,” you moaned, wiggling your hips to get more friction up against your pussy. “Good,” he praised again, rewarding you with more friction just where you wanted it, his palm rubbing up and down over your folds. 

“You’re going to get ten spanks...And then Daddy's going to give you a reward afterwards, if you’re good for me.”

You nodded, letting him know you understood. “I want you to count them out too,” was his final instruction as he raised his hand, bringing it back down against your ass with a hard SLAP! “O-one!” You yelped. “I will not talk back to Daddy!” He hummed in approval, you felt his erection brush up against your stomach again, twitching in the confines of his pants. SLAP! “Two!” I will now talk back to Daddy!” 

It continued, you tried your hardest to keep still with each slap, to stop rubbing your thighs together, but each slap only seemed to make you wetter, to make you want him more. Slap after slap after slap, you remained his good little girl. “T-Ten! I- I will not talk back to Daddy!”  you cried, tears from the pain running down your face. You were left sore and sensitive, but despite the pain you felt burning pleasure fill your whole body. Jack really was living up to your dream expectations as your Daddy, you were reminded one again just how perfect he was for you.

He proved himself more with how he treated you after a punishment.  

His hand began massaging your ass again, soothing the sting. Jack nuzzled the side of your face affectionately as he stroked the hand shaped welts forming on your ass gently. 

“Whats your color, Babygirl?” he asked softly, kissing your cheek. 

“G-green,” you panted, calming your breath and racing heart down. “Good, good,” he praised, carefully helping you stand on your feet, back facing him. Your legs felt like jelly, you were ready to collapse but his hands on your waist kept you standing. “You took your punishment so well, baby, Daddy is so proud of you!” He kissed the growing welts, praising you. “What a good girl you are, taking Daddys punishment. And look at this,” one of his hands pushed between your legs, coating his fingers once again in your arousal. “You’re even wetter than before...I’m not sure it's much of a punishment if you liked it that much, but a promise is a promise, you took your punishment and behaved...My little girl deserves her reward now, don’t you think?” You moaned and nodded, pushing back against his hand despite how sore you were. “Hmmmm, and I know you’re sore baby, but damn if you didn’t make Daddy as hard as a fucking rock through out all of that. Think you’ll be able to take my cock?” 

He chuckled when you nodded eagerly. 

“Course you can, you’re fucking soaked.” He stood up and gently laid you down on your stomach on the couch. You watched over your shoulder as he pulled a condom out of his pocket and began unbuckling his belt, shoving his pants down his hips. 

Once again, he wasn’t wearing underwear, the hypocrite, but you held your tongue. 

Daddy had just taught you a lesson about answering back, you weren't willing to give up your reward after all that delicious torture. “You’re ass looks fucking gorgeous covered in my hand prints,” he rasped, kicking his pants away and ripping the packet open with his teeth.  “I just want to stare at those pretty welts as I fuck you with my cock, might get a little sore again, baby...Tell me to stop and I will.” 

You nodded, letting him know you understood as he positioned himself behind you, he rolled the condom on, briefly wiping up the precum that had gathered at his tip onto his hand, he held his fingers to your mouth for you to taste. 

He groaned as you swirled your tongue around them, coating his fingers in your saliva and tasting the proof of his arousal. With the condom in place, Jack held himself at his base, rubbing his tip up against your soaked folds, back and forth. “Tell me you’ll be a good girl for me from now on,” he teased, you could hear that arrogant smile in his voice. You whined, frustrated he was holding your reward over your head so to speak. “I’ll be a good girl for you, Daddy...I won't answer back like that again!” you moaned into one of the throw pillows on the couch, holding it against your chest and face, anchoring yourself to something as you tried not to scream from frustration at his teasing. “Yeah? You’ll be a good girl and listen to Daddy too? Keeping still when I tell you to? Not arguing if I deem your behavior naughty?” 

At this point you were sure he was just trying to torture you further. “Yes! Yes Daddy! Please! I swear I'll be good, just please!” you begged. “I’ve been a good girl! Please, I just want your cock!” You didn’t care how pathetic or desperate you sounded as you begged him to fill you, he had manhandled you and spanked you deliciously, in a way no Daddy ever had before and if this was just a ‘mild’ punishment, it excited you further to think how he would handle something more extreme in the future. 

You had never been more aroused in your entire life. 

“Good girls don’t speak like that” he warned, you feared another punishment when you were this close to your pleasure that you actually sobbed into the pillow. “But I'll forgive you, you have been a good girl for me, taking your punishment so well....” he trailed off, distracted by the sight of his aching tip poking at your folds that were framed by his growing marks. He was so close to just...pushing in. It was agonizing having him so close to filling you up and you let him know. Pleading and sobbing harder into the pillow. Taking mercy on you, he pushed forward excruciatingly slow, making you sob in relief, satisfying your burning need, if only for a moment.   “You’re just so desperate for Daddy’s cock,” he rasped, enraptured by his effect on you. 

You moaned and continued sobbing into the pillow, overwhelmed to be finally filled with him. 

His guttural moan joined yours as he bottomed out, sinfully loud.The stretch of his was slightly painful, given he did not take the time to prepare you as carefully as he did the night before. But the way he split you open, was divine. He wasn’t wrong in saying you were desperate for his cock,  and who could blame you when he filled you up so good?

“Jesus, fuck, I don’t think I ever been inside a hole this wet before, Baby,” he grated, rocking his hips into you slowly.  “I can feel it, coating down our legs...Didn’t realize you were such a whore for punishment and Daddy's cock.”  It sounded like an insult, but the wicked grin you heard in his voice told you otherwise. He was delighted at the discovery of just how needy he could make you. 

You were about to comment back when he slowly pulled out of you and then thrust back in, hard, making you scream at the devastating pleasure of him stretching and filling you and the deliciously painful sensation of his hips slapping up against your sore ass. 

Jack chuckled again, beginning a steady, fast and deep pace thrusting into you. He grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you up enough so your face wasn’t buried in the throw pillow. “I want to hear your screams, baby,” he snarled, punctuating his sentence with a devastatingly harsh thrust.  He laughed at you, mockingly, as you screamed again. 

“Fuck, I love hearing your noises, baby, you sound so hot, makes Daddy even harder.”  You felt him twitch inside you as he said it, making you whimper. 

You had no words left, only able to focus on the way he filled you up and rammed against your deepest spot. The burning sting of your ass each time his hips met yours drove you wild. He moaned and growled in approval at the noises you were making, but you were so lost that you weren't even aware you were making them or what you were saying. He rambled on behind you, his raspy voice praising how tight you were, how good you felt around him. You could barely focus on his words.

“Rub your clit baby,” he ordered, the hand not gripping your neck rubbing your ass as he admired your marks. “Daddy wants you to cum on his cock...You’ve earned it” 

You did as you were told, reaching beneath you to rub yourself with a trembling arm. You could feel his balls slap against your fingers with earth thrust. And he was right, you were soaked, your fingers were able to glide smoothly over your bud, sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body like electricity.  You felt your core clamping down on him instantly, making him moan. 

“Fuck, just when I think you can’t get any tighter,” he rumbled. “You’re close, aren't cha Honey Bee? I can feel it,you’re such a perfect little cock whore for me, come on..cum for Daddy, fucking soak me even more.” You whimpered, rubbing your clit faster at his words.

“Cum for Daddy, right fucking now!” You obeyed, you felt like you were being hit by a freight train. 

His teasing and leaving you right as you reached your peak earlier, mixed with the unbearable arousal he had caused with his spanking and dirty words resulted in the most powerful orgasm you had ever felt in your entire life. You felt the wind being knocked out of you as your core clamped down around him almost painfully and milk him for all he was worth.  Your entire body contorted with pleasure, your legs shook violently as you tried to cling to anything to ride out the powerful waves.            You heard him curse behind you, slamming into you harder, painfully so given how tender your ass was but it only added to the pleasure.  He growled out his release, gripping your neck harder.  “Jesus fuck baby that’s it! Yes! Yes! Fuuuucccck!”  His desperate bucking as he chased his own pleasure as you milked him dry simply intensified your orgasm, leaving you a breathless, panting, sweaty mess as your body shook and came down from your high.  “Perfect fucking pussy.”

Even when you were done, as you began winding down from your high, every slight movement of him behind you made your walls flutter more, making you whimper from the over stimulation. 

He groaned deeply behind you as he pulled out, cooing gently at you as you whined. “There we go baby, shhhh now,” came Jack's soothing words. 

You melted into the couch, feeling like a heap of boneless jelly as your eyes started to rift close. He got up off the couch and you heard him walk to the kitchen, disposing of his condom you assumed, you were too tired to even care. You were surprised when he came back and rolled you over gently, picking you up bridal style. You let you a whimper of pain and confusion. “Shhh baby, Daddy’s just taking care of you,” he consoled, kissing the crown of your head. “Rest, let me do all the work.” He carried you upstairs, to his room, gently putting you back on ‘your’ side.

You closed your eyes, ready to drift off as you heard him rummage about in his ensuite. He came back, and you felt him gently begin cleaning you up with another warm washcloth. “Look at my baby...so beautiful,” he murmured tenderly, wiping up and down your thighs, throwing the wash cloth to the side to clean up later once your slick had been cleaned up. “You did so well, took Daddy's punishment and cock so well...What a lucky man I am.” He continued to praise you as he gently rolled you onto your front. You whimpered, your body aching and protesting but you let him manhandle you more. You heard something else rustle, then a zipper. There was a pop of a cap followed by the soothing sensation of his hands rubbing cream into your abused skin.           You whined, the cream too cold for your burning skin but he soothed you with gentle kisses peppered along your shoulder blades. “Let Daddy take care of you, it will be done soon,” he promised. With your welts thoroughly coated you sighed in content, already feeling the stinging sensation start to fade away. “There we go,” he praised, packing up what you now knew to be the first aid kit. He went to put it away and wash his hands before he returned. He moved to lay next to you, fidgeting a bit, wanting to pull you up against him but not willing to agitate your sore ass. He contented himself by laying on his side,  watching you as one hand resting on your back, stroking it affectionately and limbs intertwined  with yours. He kissed everywhere he could reach, just as he had last night, he spoke to you gently, letting you focus on his words rather than on how sore you were. “Rest Baby, when you wake up, we’ll have a lot of work to do,” he hummed. “Gonna get'cha all cleaned up, put a nice meal in your belly, make sure you’re all taken care of.” You snuggled deeper into the plush pillow you were laying on, a smile forming on your lips at his soft promises. “Then Daddy's going to have to get ya home, gonna need to get your allowance sorted, and see you get your appointment for your implant...Daddy wants you without a condom as soon as possible.” he teased, his fingers dancing on your back gently, making the flesh jump.

You whined at the ticklish sensation and he chuckled. “Go to sleep baby, i’ll be here when you wake up this time,” he murmured the promise into your ear as you finally drifted off. 

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The taste of Red Wine part 7

A/N: I don’t have a lot to say 🍷except that sh*t is going down in this chapter & what a rollercoaster!🎢

I’m also aware that this chapter may be uncomfortable so just a heads up. This is pure fiction/fantasy for me, in no way do I approve, support or encourage any of the behaviors/triggering things in this chapter. This is for entertainment only.

Genre: Mafia AU, Teacher! Female Reader, Mafia Leader! Yoongi

Warnings: Abuse, bad language, betrayal, being tied up, blood, jealousy, getting taken advantage of, held as hostage, manipulation, kidnapping, violence, mentions of smoking, drugging, alcohol, sexual assaults, possibly rape. (Again, let me know if you want something added to the list.)

Summary: Why is Kunhang’s wavering feelings becoming such a problem for him? Upon waking up in a random hotel room and talking with your best friend. You’ve made a decision to go meet and see your boyfriend, Daniel Jones you’ve decided to have a serious talk with him. You receive a sudden text from Yoongi asking to meet up. An unfortunate thing happens when you wake up to pictures of you and Kunhang posted on Facebook. Thinking Y/N had betrayed the Bangtan Gang she decides to go and confront Way V Gang by herself.

The two clash once again but who will win?

Last edited: On the 15th of July 2022, I added a link to the next chapter at the bottom.

Wordcount: 15,8K

“Hendery, what’s wrong with you?” The man said, moving the steering wheel as he looked at him. “Nothing, Lucas just focus on driving.” He commanded, swiftly staring at the night sky as the full moon caught his attention. Lucas scoffed as he looked at the mirror, “you know, the way you were looking at that woman, Y/N? Was it?”

His eyes dragged from the moon as he looked at his friend, “what about it?” Lucas let out a small chuckle, stopping at the red light.

“That’s the same way I acted when Xiaojun pointed out my obvious feelings for Yuqi.”

The silence dragged on for a moment as the light changed, the vehicle moving straight ahead.

“Listen, Lucas, I don’t have feelings for her. She’s working for our rival gang anyways.”

“Stop lying, I’ve never seen you look at any woman the way you did with her.”

It’s so obvious, I think I might have fallen for Y/N. But what’s the use? She’s nothing but a troublemaker, she single-handedly manipulated and watched my best friend get knocked out by her boss. There is no way, I should love and cherish that woman.

“I don’t want to fall in love with a woman that has harmed any of my friends.”

“Don’t say that, you two could still date without Boss knowing,” Lucas suggested, driving faster as he skipped a few cars.

“Not only did Y/N harm you she also caused you and the others a lot of trouble, why are you advising me to date her?”

“Although, that Y/N made things more complicated for me and Yuqi. It’s just I never seen you as happy as you were while Crystal and she hung out with you.”

Hendery responded in silence, his head turning to gaze at the moon again. “It’s true, the days where the three of us had fun. It was probably the happiest I was this whole year.”

“I think we need to send the blackmail to Min Suga at dawn, don’t you think?” Winwin looked over at his monitor, rewatching the footage at the Shisha cafe. “Yeah, Boss is quite furious about what went down at the old warehouse,” Xiaojun answered, sipping his glass of beer.

“That’s her, that’s the woman who tricked Lucas? Ahahaha!” The blonde-haired man pointed, laughing his ass off when Xiaojun smacked him on the head. “Yangyang, quit laughing. Thanks to that woman, she almost got us all fired and killed.”

“She’s quite hot, seems to be engaged. Is she single–?” Yangyang teased as Winwin stared at him, “don’t fall for her I’m pretty sure Hendery has already won her over with his outstanding prince-like charms.” He stated, editing the CCTV footage. “Wait, where are you going?” Hendery asked, looking at his best friend.

“Meeting up with someone.”

“What about the Gang, aren’t you going to join us?”

“Winwin will give me the information later and I’ll work at night,” Lucas said when a woman walked towards him, wrapping his arm around her, she kissed him lightly on his lips. “So this is Yuqi,” Hendery said, taking a close glimpse at her wearing an oversized long black button-up shirt with denim shorts paired with some black high heels boots, then facing his friend.

“That’s right, this is Wong Kunhang and that’s Song Yuqi.”

“Nice to meet you too, Wong Kunhang.”

“Likewise, anyways have a good night you two.” They moved a few steps towards the apartment before they went their separate ways.

“See you later, Lucas,” Hendery said, entering the front door.

“What should we order?” Yangyang asked, tilting his head while glimpsing at the hacker. “Don’t know, it’s quite late. Aren’t most restaurants closed right now?”

“Should I cook something?” Xiaojun got up, leaving the IT room as he went to the kitchen as the door opened.

“Ah hey, what did Boss say?” Hendery asked taking his shoes off, “welcome back, you want to eat some Cantonese Steamed Chicken?” He nodded, slowly undoing his tie when the member popped up randomly.

“where’s Lucas?” Yangyang asked, raising his eyebrow acting like the annoying little brother of the gang he is. “Out somewhere, Little Liu.” He said, walking to his room. “Man! I can’t believe Lucas got scammed by that pretty woman!” He laughed as Hendery rolled his eyes, entering his room.

Why can’t I stop thinking about her? Why is my mind so full with thoughts of her?

Why does she have to be on the enemy’s side?

Why indeed? He sighed heavily as he took off his suit and blazer jacket, staring outside the window. 

“Sleep tight and sweet dreams, Y/N.” He mumbled, glancing at the moon.

Knocking on the door, “come in,” Hendery said, changing into his t-shirt and pair of black sweatpants. “Food is ready. Also, should we send the blackmail to Min Suga now, or what are your plans?” Winwin asked, holding the laptop with the newly edited mischievous pictures from earlier. “I’ll think about it, I don’t want to stall too long especially after what she did to Lucas and you guys.”

“You’ll send it later or what? It’s past 3 AM now.” Winwin scoffed, mouthing at the clock.

“I know, just please let me handle this. I’ll meet up with her once before making my final decision.” Hendery received a text message from his older sister. “Goodmorning 💚 I have landed safely in Macau, say hi to Y/N Mei mei for me!” His eyes did an eye roll before responding. “That’s good to know. Say hi to the family for me and I will. When I see her again.”

Jie jie really grew fond of Y/N Meílíng, huh?

Processing that thought for a bit as Hendery put his phone down as he went to the living room while the members ate the steamed chicken, taking a seat on the couch he also began to eat. “So are you and that Meílíng woman together or dating?” Yangyang asked, poking his elbow at him. “No, why do you think that?” His eyebrow raised as Winwin sighed, drinking some orange juice. Yangyang winked at Xiaojun, “then does that mean I can date her?” Without hesitation, Hendery replied immediately. “No.” He brought a glass of water close to his lips, sipping it. “What? You just told me, that you aren’t dating her. So why won’t you let me date her then?” The younger member repeated.

“That’s because…” Shit. I guess I really have fallen hard for her… “Y/N’s not into younger guys like you, she told me personally. Besides that, she got a boyfriend.” Hendery answered, finishing his food. “Yeah, that boyfriend is Hendery. Of course.” Xiaojun pointed out sassily, Winwin scoffed as Yangyang clapped his hands together, laughing. “Right, right. We’re just kidding Kunhang Ge ge.” He said as he tried to catch his breath from laughing so much. “I’m heading to my room.”

The very next morning Y/N woke up with a slight headache as she looked around. “Nngh… where am I and what happened last night? I remember going to the party with Kunhang and I took a sip then everything after that went black.” I yawned to myself as I noticed a note next to the lamp.

To Y/N Meílíng;

[You were very drunk and couldn’t even stand, let alone walk. So I booked you this hotel room so you could sleep in peace, after all, I don’t know where you live. Don’t worry, nothing bad happened at all yesterday.]

- Wong Kunhang.

I sighed, shaking my head as the piece of paper fell to my lap. Y/N. You idiot, you shouldn’t have drunk that much. I bet I was flirting with everyone and all the foreign exchange students and staff must have witnessed it and laughed.

Facepalming myself as I let out a frustrated frown. “I should quit drinking altogether.” Getting up as I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling some shivers down my spine as the cold wind entered from the slightly opened window. When I discovered a pool of notifications on my phone’s bright screen.

It was Saturday 7:43 AM the 23rd of May 2020.

Rosie 🌹

1:57 AM: “Hey girl.”

2:33 AM: “You didn’t call back or answer any of my messages last night. Did something happen?”

6:42 AM: “Call me once, you’ve woken up.”

I sighed, not wasting a millisecond I dialed her number.

“Hey Rosie, sorry for not answering last night–”

“–Omg Y/N, you startled me yesterday! Are you okay? Where are you?”

“I was so drunk that I fell asleep ahaha but I’m safe. Don’t worry I’m in a hotel room now.”

“Like I even checked if you were home, but that explains why your apartment was empty not even Daniel was around. So have you eaten breakfast yet?”

“No, I just woke up and I have a terrible headache. Can you come and pick me up?”

“Sure thing, Babe. Just text me the location and I’ll treat us to some breakfast.”

I got up to wash my face as I looked at myself in the beautiful black dress which Crystal gifted me. I miss her already, I wonder if she had a safe flight. Maybe I’ll text him about it.

“Hey girl,”

“Heeey~” Roseanne hugged me wearing a tight Adidas t-shirt, her hair in a ponytail, and some loose Adidas jogging pants. “Wow, that dress is stunning! It suits you!” She complimented me as I giggled thanks. She started driving as I gave it some thought.

Maybe I should tell her what I’ve been doing and whom I’ve been involved with. I mean it’s the least thing I could do. After all, she’s my best friend and we’re practically sisters. But so much has happened in the span of a month, how do I possibly say that I work for one of Korea’s most dangerous gangs? And Kunhang and Yoongi? What am I supposed to say?

“Oh boy, you seem to be thinking about something serious. Is there something you want to tell me? Perhaps… confess, Y/N?” Roseanne looked over me as I avoided her direct eye contact. “Well, there’s a lot, uhh.” I stammered a bit, “I know that I can always tell you anything and you wouldn’t judge me right, Roseanne Park?” I confirmed, looking at her.

“Of course, you can, just know I’ll always have your back and secrets with me. You know that you can trust me right?” Roseanne said, nudging my shoulder as she smiled. “There’s a man that has been on my mind ever since high school, I bet you remember him. In a way, we were reunited, and all of a sudden I realized that I’m sorta in love with him.”

“Sorta? Is this someone from Hoseok’s and Namjoon’s friend group?”

“Well yes, do you have a clue who it might be?”

“Oh my,” her tongue clicked before smirking, “don’t tell me it’s Min Yoongi. Is it?”

“How did you know that?”

“Aww come on, before you dated Daniel Jones. Everyone in our class thought of you two as the lovey-dovey couple. Always sharing your lunch with him, the new kid, and the student council you were, ehehe.”

“Wow, I guess I’m that easy to read. Huh…?” I said, embarrassed as she hit my shoulder, “aw come on. Don’t be like that, so are you two dating or in a relationship? Did you finally drop that douchebag, Daniel Jones?” She gasped, impatient and excited for an answer, “well uhh wouldn’t say dating, it’s rather complicated. But I do plan on breaking up with Daniel Jones today, it’s just not working out between us.”

“Wait a second, complicated? What do you mean by that? What exactly is your relationship with Min Yoongi, Y/N?” I sighed, taking a deep breath my eyes pointed to my lap.

How do I tell Rosie the truth? I already told Joonie and Hobi so why do I hesitate to tell her?

“Listen it’s a long story but you’re my best girl friend and I have to tell you the truth. Yoongi isn’t the same as he was in high school, in fact, he might be someone slightly worse than Daniel.”

“Slightly worse than the douche? How so? Just tell me I won’t judge you, Y/N.”

“He’s working in… his work is related to… uhh. For fuck’s sake, he’s in the Mafia! Min Yoongi is a Mafia Leader in one of Korea’s most dangerous and deadly gangs!” I yelled out, feeling the stress and anxiety get to me. My eyes widened.

“But Yoongi’s not a bad guy, I swear he isn’t. And even though I work for them sometimes I haven’t been involved in deadly missions. He still got that precious gummy smile of his and even though he’s the Leader… I still–”

“Y/N.”

“Please Roseanne Park, I seriously love him.”

Why did my heart fight for someone who wants to hide his identity when he’s around me? Why did I find myself getting so defensive over someone so dangerous like him? Why does our love have to be so complicated?

“Lee Meílíng Y/N, I know you do. Why are you panicking and stuttering?”

“Wait, aren't you mad and suspicious? I’m not joking when I’m saying Yoongi’s in the Mafia.”

“I know that. To be honest I’m a little startled by the thought of you dating someone like that. But I’ll accept it, if it means you’re safe and happy with him then I’ll always have your back, Y/N.” Rosie wrapped her arm around me, giving me a soft squeeze.

“You know that, don’t you?” She asked, looking at me as she drove faster nearing my apartment. “Besides there’s something I, myself need to tell you after you’ve dumped that trash bag.”

“Don’t give me that look, the way your eyes told me everything you feel about Min Yoongi is true and sincere. You seem so happy and in love talking about him, unlike Daniel!”

“Breaking up with someone you’ve been with for a long time isn’t always easy, you know. It takes time and I have no idea on what to say or how to do it.” I rested my head on the car neck pillow, “just practice on me then. First, say what your goal is; break up. Second; give out reasons and third; don’t forgive him or accept anything from him, not even a friendship offer. Because then you’ll come back to him in a heartbeat.”

“You’re right. Not what you just mentioned, I’ve failed to realize that my relationship with Daniel Jones is nothing but struggle, pain, and toxicity. He’s always high, drunk, or messed up on drugs. Expects me to clean, cook and do laundry for him. I kept making excuses for him - fearing I would be alone and miserable. He probably even cheated on me, the past few weeks he hasn’t been sleeping at home, heh.” I laughed, feeling pathetic as she stopped the car.

“Hey don’t say that, sometimes we’re all fools in love. Blinded by that love; we fail to see one person’s true intentions.” Roseanne said, explaining to me.

“But I’ll break up with him for real this time, writing a note just didn’t get to the point that well for him. Face to face and I need it to be over. I have to start looking out for myself. I’m not always available and no longer waiting for someone.”

Or am I waiting for my Prince; Wong Kunhang? No. What am I saying?

I love Min Yoongi, I should stop questioning myself like that!

“That’s a super wise decision, Y/N! I’m so proud of you!” The vehicle stopped as we stood in front of the entrance to my apartment. “Text him to see if he’s home, if not ask his location. Remember that I’m 100% on your side no matter what.”

“I know, I just have mentally prepared myself for this. It’s been a crazy few weeks.”

“Hey Daniel.”

“Can we talk?”

“I need to tell you something important. Meet me at our apartment as soon as possible.”

“Sure thing, I’ll get home ASAP, love ya - Daniel.”

I showed the text to her as she raised an eyebrow, “woah, didn’t expect that reaction from him. But anyway let’s get upstairs so we can end this. Do you need me to wait in your room in case something bad happens?” We unlocked the apartment door as I took my shoes off, Rosie held her heels leaving them outside on the doormat. “Should I change? I look like an irresponsible woman who goes clubbing every night in this dress.” Checking myself, glimpsing at my back. “Just wear something casual like your PJ’s, pretty sure he doesn’t care. You know.” She said, folding a leg over the other as twirled her ponytail. “Rosie!” I yelled out my mouth wide open. “Sorry girl, but it’s the truth.”

“I’m home, Babe what do you want to talk about? I got really worried.” The door shut as I heard his keys rustle as I looked at her. “Shhh. Make sure to stay quiet and don’t laugh! No matter what stay here in unless I scream, okay?” I whispered, pointing my index finger to my lips as I put on my white Nike joggings pants and a black sweatshirt.

“Hey, Daniel. There’s something I need to talk to you about, there’s no right way to say or do this. So listen closely, I’ll just be honest and direct.”

Daniel stood in front of me, wearing a seaweed green t-shirt and some ripped grey skinny jeans. For once not high or drunk, he bopped his head, understanding me. “It’s fine, just tell me. I’ll listen.”

“I need to break up with you,” looking into his eyes as I spoke the words then they dropped to my feet. “we can’t be together anymore, I fear. We have to end things between you and me, Daniel Jones.” I felt my voice stammering at the end, but my hands clenched determined to end this for once and all.

“Fine, if that’s what you want.” Daniel’s tongue ran at his front teeth, the sound of his tongue clicked and he nodded. “Then… let’s break up if that’s what you want. Just please give me some time and I’ll come back and pack my stuff, okay?” He said, bowing his head to me as he for once showed me some decency and respect as the lover before him. I was too speechless to speak or respond as he took it so mature, well, and nice, I didn’t know how to react or function at all afterward.

“I’ll just go and get some air and time alone, I won’t be sleeping here tonight. I can’t do that. So I hope you understand. Take care and have a good evening.” Daniel said, turning his back to me as he got a hold of the handle, pulling it as he did not turn once to look at me one last time. I reached out my hand, but the door shut close as I exhaled deeply.

I guess that was it, that was the end of my relationship with him; Daniel Jones.

I didn’t feel anything due to how everything happened so fast for me to fathom. I stood there dumbfounded not realizing I’m single again.

The door to my bedroom opened, my head tilted left as Rosie came out and hugged me.

“You did well, I’m extremely proud of you, Lee Y/N.”

I felt my heart sink a bit, I expected him to be in denial maybe along the lines he realized his feelings for me also changed after time passed.

Strange how no tears left my eyes and I didn’t get too sad over the fact I just broke up with my only lover, and boyfriend, Daniel.

“You okay?” She asked as I simply nodded, “I’m fine, I’m just glad it’s over.”

If it was finally over then why does it feel like it isn’t?

“Let’s go and get some breakfast then, it’s only 9:30 AM.” She said, locking her arm with me. “Sure, let me just take a quick shower and put on a cute outfit,” I answered, grabbing my towel as I went to the bathroom. Washing away my thoughts I wore a blush pink tulle midi skirt pairing it with a simple white t-shirt and black some over-the-knee stockings. Finally, I wore some white heels as I grabbed my black leather shoulder bag. “Let’s go, Rosie,” wrapping my arm around hers as we headed out. “What do you have in mind?”

“Well since you’re the one who broke up with their boyfriend I suppose you’ll get to choose where we’ll eat.” She smiled, moving the steering wheel. “How about some French breakfast? I’m in the mood for something sweet.” Watching the blue sky so clear of grey clouds, it was a spectacular day. “Great! Let’s head to the famous Seorae Village then, they got lots of Pâtisseries,” Rosie drove faster taking a shortcut. Less than an hour had passed as we walked around the streets and we discovered a cute bakery, named “Hôtel Douce.”

“Wow they got so many options for adorable desserts,” I walked around looking at the variety of pastries. “Don’t shy away from choosing as many as you’d like, I’ll treat you this time.” Roseanne said, before speaking to the worker as I gasped happily. A couple of minutes went by as I decided to get 4 macarons, two berries flavored ones, and the other two hazelnuts mixed with pistachio.

I sat down, looking through their menu. “I think I’ll get the pain au chocolat and a café au lait. What about you, Y/N?” She smiled, typing stuff on her phone as I smiled, “I’ll order the café crème along with some crêpes with whipped cream and strawberries.”

We took a selfie with our lovely sweet breakfast as I uploaded it on my Instagram, “avec ma chérie, Rosie @Roses_are_rosie.”

“So what did you want to tell me? You mentioned earlier something you needed to confess to me?” I ate my crêpes, licking the cream off my lips. “Yeah, I’ll you that in private, later. Here is just noisy and there are a lot of people, haha,” she responded, finishing her café au lait.

Before heading out again I got two choux á la crème and two chocolate eclairs to bring home. “Thank you so much for treating me to breakfast and everything, Rosie. I totally needed this.” We walked in the direction of her vehicle when I passed by a certain man.

“Y/N.”

It was none other than Wong Kunhang, “how are you doing today? You seem a lot more fresh today.” He chuckled, “yes, thank you for booking me that hotel room. I apologize for the trouble I have caused yesterday.” I said, bowing politely as he smiled.

“who’s this, do you know him Y/N?” Roseanne asked, walking up to us. “This is my colleague from SNU, Wong Kunhang. This is Roseanne Park, my best friend.” They both greeted each other as some minutes passed. “I teach the students Cantonese and Chinese.”

“Uh-huh, interesting.” She said, nodding. “Well, I have to get going. I’ll see you on Monday, Y/N. Bye-bye.” He said, bowing as I signaled a small wave.

“Oohh~ he was quite handsome, he sorta looked like Prince Eric,” Roseanne said, locking her arm with mine as we went inside the car. “Let me just drive home real quick, so I can grab some PJ’s. Let’s have a sleepover.”

She drove me home again, this time in my living room as we wore our PJs as we were about to eat our take-out food. “I suppose I can finally tell why my reaction earlier in the car when you told me Yoongi is involved with the Mafia was different.” Roseanne said, looking at me as I could tell by the look of her serious expression something was up. “It’s okay, Rosie, I won’t judge you.” She sighed deeply as she nodded, eating some Korean fried chicken.

“Okay but promise you won’t tell this to anyone, but when I visited my family in Australia. I met this very handsome, hot, and fine man. He also happened to be half Korean and half Australian like me. But we spent a few days together and I’ll admit I sorta fell in love with him.” I giggled a bit, feeling happy she meant someone, “alright go on, sweetheart.” I reassured her, eating some of my Bibimbap.

“Soo, like. His name is Bang, Christopher Bang. But goes by Bangchan in Korea at least. We somehow kept running into each other at the beach, whether it was surfing, the bar, or in the line for ice cream.” Roseanne hummed, drinking her iced tea.

“Bangchan said that he really liked me and I confessed that too. Then he gave me his number as we were on the beach one evening, watching the sunset together. Bangchan told me what the real reason he was here for. He revealed that he’s a Leader of a Gang in Korea, I don’t remember what they’re called though. But I thought he was kidding me, so I laughed. Bangchan told me he was dead serious, revealing his tattoos as I was left speechless.”

“Damn, so what happened then?” I chewed some Kimchi as it got so interesting.

“Bangchan said that he still wants to be in a serious relationship with me, but he feared it would be very complicated and dangerous for both of us. He also told me because he liked me that I deserved to hear the truth. So on my last day, I was wondering what to do. I didn’t know why I didn’t call you. I guess my thoughts were a giant mess.”

Rosie’s expression changed, she’s usually more positive and confident. But I could tell she had a tough decision to make. It must have been hard for her.

“I left Australia without telling him my answer and that’s what I regret the most… Right now I can’t stop thinking about him, Christopher Bang.” She said, looking down as she picked up the peanut bits from the sticky wings as she ate them. I patted her shoulder softly. “Then why don’t you send him a text? If you truly like him then I believe you should give it a try.” Roseanne looked at me, “even if he’s a Mafia Leader?” I simply nodded, finishing my Bibimbap.

One side of me felt relieved knowing I wasn’t the only one falling for a Mafia Leader. But the other side of me could not help but be very worried about what might happen if the police or the public found out one day.

“You’re right, I’ve never fallen so hard for some before. I should contact Bangchan soon.” She said, “well, I’ll just take a quick shower. Is that okay with you, Y/N?”

“Of course, just take your time. I’ll clean this up.”

I checked my phone as it displayed several missed calls and unread messages from Yoongi.

Min Suga (Yoongi) 

Yesterday:

8:31 PM: “Hello Y/N, do you have any plans right now?”

8:32 PM: “The moon is full and so beautiful. I want to see you.”

1 missed call from Min Suga (Yoongi) 

9:30 PM: “Are you asleep? Sorry if I woke you up, please call me back as soon as possible.”

Today:

7:08 PM: “Are you alright?” I shook my head as I wasted no time calling him back.

“Hello, Yoongi. I’m terribly sorry for not responding.” I had to admit I was a bit overwhelmed to speak to him and hear his voice. “I was worried about you, I thought something bad might have happened to you. But I’m glad to hear your voice again.” Yoongi’s voice was deep and raspy, in a way comforting and soft.

“I’m home right now, my best friend Roseanne is sleeping over tonight.”

“Ah, that’s great. You sound a bit different than usual, did something happen?”

I guess I’m that easy to read. 

“Yeah, uhm something did happen indeed. I broke up with Daniel Jones a few hours ago…”

My voice was shaking, I felt like I was on the verge of crying when Yoongi spoke again.

“Are you okay, Y/N? Do you want to talk about it? Should I come by?”

“I think I’m okay… you don’t need to come here. But thank you…”

“Alright, good night, Y/N. Sweet dreams,” he said, I hung up. I sighed deeply, staring at the clock as it was 10:07 PM.

“Ah, Rosie. What do you want to watch?” Roseanne dried her blonde hair using a towel as she yawned, “you go on ahead Y/N, I’m sooo sleepy. I think I’m going to sleep I got a photoshoot tomorrow.” I nodded, “okay, just remember to dry your hair before sleeping. Good night.”

I sank into the couch as I stared blankly at the ceiling, my head was a mess and I couldn’t watch “Pretty Noona Who Buys Me Food” without losing focus. I yawned when I saw it was 11:30 PM. I should also head to bed soon. 

I brushed my teeth as I slipped in my baby blue silk dress and I tugged the pull-out bed. When someone rang the doorbell. I went to open the door as it was Yoongi.

“Yoongi… What are you doing here so late?” I looked at him confused. “Sorry,” without hesitation he hugged me, “you just didn’t sound okay to me, earlier.” He pointed out as he pulled back, looking at my outfit. I fumbled with my feet as I placed my hand behind his neck and another hand on his chest.

“Thank you for checking on me, Yoongi.” I leaned in kissing him deeply and passionately, his hands held my waist as Yoongi kicked off his shoes. His hands reached my thighs as he swept me off my feet and held me in his arms not breaking the kiss. My back on the pullout bed and Yoongi over me. I unbuttoned his suit as he undid his tie.

It felt electric, kiss after kiss as my hands ran up and down his back.

I was only wearing my bra and panties, Yoongi on the other hand in his boxer briefs. Our bodies close as we were cuddling. “Mhm Y/N… You smell so nice,” he hummed behind my ear as his hand stroked my stomach. “Mmm… Won’t you stay for the night?” I asked, turning around to smooch him as he kissed back.

“Hnn, I don’t know. I mean your best friend is here and I wouldn’t want to disturb your girl’s sleepover.” Yoongi licked his lips, kissing my neck softly as he rubbed my ass. “Mmh, you’re such a teaser,” he chuckled and kissed my lips. “Can’t help it when you’re this pretty.” I rubbed his Chinese dragon tattoo on his stomach as I never noticed he had so many hidden tattoos. I felt so fascinated and attracted to them. “Mmh, you like what you see, Princess?~”

“Mmm, I didn’t know you had this many tattoos…” I rested my head on his chest as I admired the tiny birds on his neck and he watched me closely. “Do you like them?”

“Yeah. They’re very beautiful.” I leaned in kissing Yoongi’s full name on his collarbones. “Well, it’s 4:00 AM. I should get going, Princess.” I hugged him as I cuddled his chest, not wanting to let go. “You know next time I’ll sleep in your bed for real,” Yoongi said, smirking as he squeezed my ass. He put his suit, pants, and tie on, he didn’t bother to fix the tie.

“Drive safely, okay?” I said, following him to the hallway as he put on his shoes.

“I will, you have a good night’s sleep, alright?” Yoongi leaned in kissing me deeply as I was still longing for more of his affection. “See you and sweet dreams, Yoongi.”

The next morning I was eating breakfast with Roseanne when I got a sudden text from Yoongi.

“Goodmorning, I need to talk to you. Let’s meet at “Hak-dong” station.” I tilted my head, finishing my French toasts as she waved her hand in front of me. “You’re spacing out, everything cool?” I nodded, drinking my hot chocolate.

“Yeah, well what time is your photoshoot, Rosie?”

“It’s 10:00 AM, I better not be late. Otherwise, I won’t get hired.” She said, drinking her iced coffee.

I dropped her off at her model agency as she waved, “wish me good luck, Y/N!” I nodded, “of course. I know you’ll succeed. Are you sure that you don’t want me to come along during the photoshoot?” She shook her head, “no. I’d be way more nervous and besides, I’ve got to do this on my own. Bye!”

I was on my way back to the car when my phone was ringing, “hey Hobi, what’s up?”

“Are you nearby the area?”

“Umm, I don’t know. I just dropped off Rosie at her model agency, why? Can you see me?”

“Mhm, I can see a very pretty woman in her lavender heels speaking on the phone with a handsome guy,” Hoseok said, as he walked on the pedestrian crossing. I let out a mild chuckle as I turned around and he appeared in front of me, hanging up.

“Oh my god, what are you doing here?” I exclaimed, hugging him closely. He was dressed casually, a black bucket hat, a white mask, a light blue denim jacket white stars on the sleeves, white sneakers, and some grey shorts.

“I was watching a few of my dancers perform at the studio across the model agency. When I opened the window for some fresh air and saw it was you.” Hoseok said a huge smile on his face.

“Wait, you’re not at your usual studio, this is a different one. Isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is. That’s STUDIO CHOOM, famous for a lot of K-pop groups to perform their songs.”

“Want to go and grab Mung bean pancakes together?” I suggested as he nodded, following me into my car. I played our playlist and sang to “Russian Roulette” by Red Velvet.

“Wow! They’re so tasty this time!” I chewed as he chuckled, “yeah, they sure are.”

At the Way V’s mansion...

“So what do we send to Boss, Ten?” Winwin asked as he was typing stuff into an e-mail attached with the camera footage from the Shishi cafe along with the pictures of Y/N. “Well, I spoke with Xiaojun and the other since we got a hold of Min Suga’s. Sorry, Min Yoongi’s actual phone number thanks to Y/N’s phone. We should prepare a way for her to be kidnapped again, but we’ll bring her back to that old warehouse again is what I’m thinking.” Ten said, his arms folded.

“Boss will arrive tomorrow night between 8 and 11 PM. He’s quite agitated about what happened to Lucas or so I heard from Xiaojun.” Winwin nodded as he turned around on the swivel chair.

“Hmmph. Well, thanks to Hendery we got a hold of Bangtan’s secret member, Lee Meílíng Y/N. He said that he would be the one to send the blackmail to her Leader himself.” Ten stated as his tongue clicked before speaking again.

“Hendery is out right now the same goes for Lucas,” Winwin said, flicking and playing with a pen around his fingers.

“Tell Lucas to come back soon, we need him for the weapons.” Yangyang barged in as Xiaojun followed afterward. “Yo I got an idea on how to kidnap Y/N!” He yelled out excitedly as the other guy opened his laptop.

“So picture this, if I say I’m a relative of Hendery’s and tell her I got lost from him. That’s where Lucas quickly sneaks up on her back and kidnaps her.”

“Like little Liu just explained, so let me further elaborate. We don’t know her exact location but thanks to this,” he said, swiping on his phone as it showed the location of Y/N’s phone. “Now we can.” Xiaojun smirked as it displayed Y/N on her way to the “Gangnam” station.

Using Line 7, I got off the “Hak-dong” station as I exited, it was a lovely evening.

A man dressed in a fine black suit, hair styled gently as his figure appeared in front of me, taking his sunglasses off as he glanced. “Good evening, Y/N.”

“Good evening, Min Suga,” I said, bowing my head.

He’s not wearing his black cap and usual suit.

But goodness he looks so fine and mighty attractive right now.

“What did you want to meet this evening for?” I asked when he reached out for my hand. “It’s rather too hard to explain. So come with me.” Held my hand as we walked around for a bit when we entered what seems to be an expensive restaurant named “Alla Prima”.

“Reservation for Mr. Min, please.”

“Right, please follow me.” The waiter said, our hands still together as we walked.

“Here is your table and the menu cart. Just call me once you’re ready.”

“Thanks,” Yoongi answered. “Wow this menu has so many options but it’s so wonderful,” I exclaimed.

“Do you like it?” Nodding my head as I glanced at him.

“Yes, I do. So what do you want to talk about here?”

A soft smile formed on his face, “nothing, in particular, I just wanted to eat dinner with you. Because I felt like it. That’s all.” He held a glass of red wine as I cheered, that taste of red flavor slightly dripping on my lips.

I wondered how people were able to create this masterpiece we call wine, fermented grapes turning into such a delicacy that’s enjoyed for dinners or special occasions. It was indeed a mystery like how Yoongi invited me out here alone. It was sweet sorta like raspberries yet left a lingering sour taste on my tongue.

Was this my taste of real love?

“You’re breathtaking in that dress, you look like a Goddess,” he said, “oh stop, handsome. Thank you” I blurted out all flustered, waving my hand.

“Do you like it?” I nodded as he scoffed, he wore a slightly shy yet soft smile.

“This is good, it tastes so delicious, the octopus is remarkable. Everything is so fantastic.” I chewed as he smiled, eating his fish dish.

Towards the infamous Han River, I admired the pretty night sky reflecting on the clear water. Our hands met again as we walked a bit. He finally stopped as we had this incredible view of the skylights illuminating the cities of Seoul.

“I want to thank you for all the errands you’ve done for us, I truly appreciate you. So consider this as my of thanking you, Y/N.” Yoongi looked over at me, smiling as he stroked my hair. “I had a lot of fun today, thank you for taking me to that fancy restaurant and the Han river,” I said, smiling back at him.

“You know, the Han River is a very special place to me. My mother used to take me here when I was younger, my family couldn’t afford to go to amusement parks or travel. So this was the best thing for me as a child, then I’d always get ice cream afterward, heh.” He chuckled as I glanced at the water. “That’s so sweet, this also happens to be one of my favorite places.” He smiled sweetly as his cute gummy smile appeared and I let out a small chuckle.

“Let’s take a picture of us two. I want to keep this evening as a special memory.” Yoongi said, holding a polaroid camera as I nodded. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer as I placed my hand on his chest. I rested my head on the crook of his neck as he took the photo of us and the view of the beautiful Han River behind us. 

The breeze blew through my dark brown hair as he moved it away from my face as our eyes met. Yoongi looked at me in amusement, “you’re so pretty, Y/N.” He lifted my chin, kissing my forehead. When I reached out, my hand behind his neck as I pulled him a bit. Pressing my soft lips against his, we met at a soft and deep kiss.

We walked to his Black Hyundai and got in. I just couldn’t keep my eyes off him. I was infatuated with Min Yoongi. His veiny hand moved the steering wheel swiftly as his other hand held mine, gently stroking it.

It was the first time I realized what real love felt like.

I wasn’t used to seeing the soft and caring side of Min Yoongi after all.

“I’ll try and see where they’re going from this point,” He said as Lucas flew the helicopter leaving the building that it stood on. “Good work, Hendery.”

It was Monday the 10th of May, 2020.

“Goodmorning, Kunhang. How are you feeling today?” I asked, passing by him on our way to the faculty room. “Ah, I’ve been good what about you, Y/N?” After a few minutes of chatting, I had to get my Monday morning coffee. “Alright, I’ll talk to you later, Kunhang.”

“Alright so everyone today we will learn about Chinese characters that were created in Korea,” I said as I looked at Ms. Zhou as she cleared her throat and began speaking in Mandarin. We have both foreign and Korean students. Ideally, this class was helpful for both parties.

She began writing some Chinese characters on the board as I waited until she was done.

“Alright, did anyone recognize that characters Ms. Zhou just wrote on the blackboard?” A woman raised her hand as I picked her, “yes, Ms. Wang?”

“It’s ‘苦生’ in Hanja and ‘고생’ in Hangul. It’s pronounced gosaeng and it means hardship or trouble.”

“Exactly, Ms. Wang that was excellent,” I said as everyone gave her small applause.

“That’s ‘낭설’ in Hangul and ‘浪說’ in Hanja. This reads nangseol and it means false or rumor.”

“Amazing, Ms. Park you have improved a lot. Good work.” I said, bopping my head as she smiled.

“That’s correct, the Korean language makes use of the traditional Chinese characters also showed in Hanja.” Ms. Zhou continued as two hours passed and the class was finally over.

“Ah, Ms. Y/N can I have a moment with you?” Kunhang asked as I was stacking my documents together. “Of course, just give me a second.”

“So what is it you want to talk to me about?” I asked as we were in the meeting room.

“我喜欢你.” (I like you.)

Kunhang conveyed, looking me serious in the eyes as he held my wrist, caressing it softly.

I didn’t think he would confess his feelings to me so suddenly.

After going on that date with Yoongi.

I felt like I couldn’t waver my feelings towards another man now.

“Kunhang… I’m grateful for your feelings but we can’t be together.” I declined his confession as politely as I could.

“Even if I leave SNU? Would you still not like me?” Kunhang said, taking a hold of my hands as he leaned in.

“You’re a kind, handsome, and respectful man, Kunhang. I’m sure there’s a woman waiting for you, but it’s not me.” I said, looking directly into his honest yet hurt eyes.

“I understand, Y/N.” He let go as I walked past him when I placed my hand on his shoulder. 

I leaned in, pressing a warm short kiss on his right cheek. “But thank you, Kunhang.” I walked away from the room.

It was Tuesday the 11th of May, 2020.

“What’s with these pictures? How did they end up on our official Facebook page?” I woke up to the awful pictures of me and Kunhang embracing each other in that hotel room.

But why? He told me nothing happened. So why is this on the internet?

I hurried to campus as I was about to teach Korean culture. When I saw a couple of students leaving my class. I sighed, trying to clean my mind.

“Goodmorning today we’re going to learn about taboos in the Korean culture.”

“Just like how it’s a taboo for an older woman to date a younger man, isn’t that right, Ms. Lee?” Everyone laughed as I remained quiet. “Moving on, so there are career and drinking taboos, anyone that can explain one of them?”

“Maybe Ms. Lee was the first one to fall in love with Mr. Wong, don’t ya think?” A girl giggled as I was humiliated once again. “Class dismissed. You’ll have this as homework instead.” I said, grabbing my things as I left the auditorium.

I needed some air to clear my head out when I noticed a man walking up to me. Yoongi pulled out his phone as he showed me those promiscuous pictures.

“Lee Y/N, what is this? Why didn’t you tell me you went to a hotel and slept with that foreign colleague?”

“Yoongi, please let me explain. Nothing happened between us. Those pictures are a clear lie.”

“This strange number also got a hold of me, leaving ridiculous texts messages. Did you sell me out?”

“No, I didn’t. I was drunk, but I can assure you that nothing has happened between me and him.” 

“That’s why you didn’t answer your phone all night that Friday?”

“Can we discuss this later and not on campus?”

“What is there to discuss knowing you slept with that foreigner?”

“Stop confusing me!” Yoongi shouted, biting his teeth together. His expression changed drastically.

“What am I to you? A fool? Do I seem easy to you?”

“No. Of course not, Yoongi!” I signaled with my arm, “that date we went on meant everything to me! I wouldn’t just go sleep with someone else like that…” I said and held on to his forearm as I looked deeply into his stern cold eyes.

“You played me. You took advantage of me and my trust.” I took a deep breath.

I could feel it clearly now. That I’m losing Min Yoongi.

“It doesn’t matter what everyone here at Seoul National University thinks about me. And if no one believes me. I don’t care. As long as…”

“As long as what?” He moved my hand away from his arm. The rejection from my touch was enough to make my heart sink.

“As long as you still trust me, Yoongi.”

He sneered, shrugging his shoulders, “don’t think about me anymore.” He walked past me. I watched him go, the distance between us only growing bigger. I took a few steps down in a desperate attempt to convince him. But he got inside that black Hyundai and drove off as fast as he could.

That’s when I realized everything between us was over.

Distant chattering could be behind me, turning my head to see a few students gossip about the pictures and rumors. I closed my eyes for a second, leaving a deep exhale as I walked away.

Upon entering the hallway, everyone was staring at me, and all the unnecessary attention was drawn on me. I heard small whispers from my peers, all related to the photos of me and Kunhang.

I was about to say something when Ms. Kim entered, “Ms. Lee Meílíng Y/N, may I have a word with you for a second? Please follow me.” I bowed, following her into her office. As I expected, she showed me the vicious pictures on our official Facebook on the computer screen. “Care to explain what this is all about, Ms. Lee? Perhaps, you and Mr. Wong are in a relationship?”

I sat down as I felt humiliated, “Ms. Kim, this is a misunderstanding. Mr. Wong and I are not dating.” 

“Ms. Lee, I understand that this may have been posted by a student of ours here by accident. But you as an excellent professor should not receive this kind of reputation.

“Ms. Kim, please let me explain this. I’m not–”

“–But you have broken the very important rule between faculty, which is to not date anyone from our campus.” She said, folding her arms.

“I know that, Ms. Kim. Could I suggest having a conversation with the three of us, including Mr. Wong? Please…” I said, the nervousness taking over my voice.

“Ms. Lee Meílíng Y/N. You’re one of our university’s most respected and outstanding professors here. You’re the face of our campus, the symbol of our knowledge and representation. But sadly, you have seemed to mix professionalism with privacy.”

I sat there in silence, looking at her serious expression.

“Needless to say, I’m the one making decisions here. I’m afraid I have no options and choices but to fire you.” Ms. Kim said, hands together as her elbows were on the desk.

It was one heartbreak after another. I lost Min Yoongi and The Bangtan.

Then I lost my dream profession of teaching here at my beloved Seoul National University.

“Please, take all of your things and leave.” She said with a stern nod.

“Yes, Ms. Kim. I understand, thank you for everything.” My eyes directed at the desk as I left a long bow, before leaving. I closed the door as I leaned against it, looking slightly up as tears slowly rolled down my cheeks. I covered my eyes with my hands as I whimpered.

I wiped the tears away with my sleeve as I headed inside the faculty room, grabbing my bag, coat, and items at my table not saying a single thing to my colleagues. I didn’t look back not even once as I headed down the steps, my body felt so heavy when I left through the door to the university.

I took one glance at the building, “goodbye, Seoul National University.” I mumbled, heading down the stairs.

“I couldn’t believe Ms. Meílíng would be that type of person…” Ms. Zhou said in shock as she and the others watched me leave the campus.

“She didn’t seem to be a hooker, you know.” Ms. Katsuno pointed bluntly, “I don’t get how it only affects Y/N. I mean shouldn’t Kunhang also get fired too? Or at least a warning of some sort?” Mr. Kim questioned as the woman scolded him out. 

“You, Jinhwan shouldn’t call them by their names, you don’t even know that well!” Ms. Zhou yelled, pulling him by the ear as he yelled. “Ow, ow, ow! I’m sorry!”

I walked further and further away from the campus when I was about to get inside the taxi.

“Wait! Ms. Meílíng!” A student yelled, catching up to me as I looked at her confused as another girl came afterward.

“Ms. Wang, what are you doing here? You have classes that you should focus on.”

“Never mind that! You’re our teacher, we don’t want Mr. Kim as our professor. Please don’t leave yet! I’m sure we can find a way to fix this.” Ms. Park said desperately trying her best to make me stay.

“Ms. Wang Yiren, you’re an incredible student and you have great potential. I wish you the best of luck from here on out.” I said, patting her shoulder.

“And you, Ms. Park Jiwon. Although you were always late and in the back of my classes. In the last few weeks, you’ve seriously grown and improved in both the Korean and English classes. I’m very proud of you.” I confessed, smiling at her.

“Ms. Meílíng…” They both said, I could feel the slight sadness in their voices.

“Thank you for everything and the wonderful classes we had together. Good luck from here on out and remember to always do your best.” I wished as I hugged them and left with the taxi.

“Everything is going as planned, Sir. Now we just have to meet her at night.” The man said, observing her from 4th floor of the university.

“Good work, Mr. Wong. I knew I could leave everything to you.” The Leader ended the call.

I woke up to my alarm as I sighed, checking my phone as Namjoon had called me.

“Morning, Namjoon,” I mumbled as he spoke, “Y/N let’s meet at my place and have a talk, Hoseok’s here too.” I sighed but in the end, I agreed on actually meeting them. I put my hair in a bun as I wore a long black hoodie, a pair of black stockings, and my grey Converse sneakers.

I covered myself with a mask and my hoodie not wanting to meet anyone’s gaze. I felt like shit. My self-confidence had dropped thanks to that post and the rumor about me. I lost Min Yoongi and the passion to teach or even wake up anymore.

“Y/N.” Hoseok opened the door as he hugged me immediately. “Come on, have some breakfast at least. You seem so down,” Namjoon said, eating some rice with a boiled egg. 

“No thanks. I’m not hungry, Namjoon.” I mumbled, taking my mask off as I sat down. “Y/Nie that’s not like you. Come on, have some rice.” Hoseok held a bowl with steamed rice topped with sesame seeds and Kimchi as he fed me.

“There’s just no point anymore. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where to go. I have no job. How am I going to pay my rent and bills?” I whimpered, feeling the tremble in my voice.

“Hey. Don’t say that Y/N. You’re an incredible woman and super hardworking. If you need a job, you can help me out as an assistant at the fitness.” Namjoon said, stroking my back. “Yeah, and if you need a place to live, you can stay at my place, until you found yourself a cheaper apartment.” Hoseok patted my shoulder before kissing my head.

“You two are the best.” I cried happily as they hugged me.

It was midnight as I exited Namjoon’s apartment and I was on my way home when a young blonde-haired guy stood in front of me. “Excuse me, Jie jie…” He said, stammering as he seemed to have cried.

“Ah what’s wrong, Didi?” I asked, patting his back, “I can’t find my cousin Wong Kunhang…”

I didn’t think I would ever hear that name ever again.

But this boy seemed to have gotten lost from him. 

“It’s alright, let’s find him together, okay?” I said as he locked his arms with me. We walked behind a building, I walked past a corner as I stopped.

“Are you sure this was the last time you saw him?” I turned around when suddenly a tall man covered a piece of cloth to my face as everything went black.

“This is Lucas and Yangyang, we got her.”

I woke up on a bed to see some dim lights as a guy spoke to me.

“Hey, Jie jie, name’s Yangyang. But you can get my phone number later.” The blonde-haired guy greeted me as I was conscious, “did you sleep well?” 

“Where am I?” I demanded as he hissed, making a stupid remark. “You’re in our hideout, Baby. You’ve been kidnapped by the Way V Gang.”

“Yo, Yangyang enough already. What do you plan on forming a friendship with our enemy?” Here barged in the very man that I had manipulated, it was none other than Huang Xuxi. I feared that if I would ever cross paths with him again, I’ll certainly be dead, to say the least.

“We meet again, Dong Mei. Or should I say, Lee Meílíng Y/N?” I was beyond shook to hear him say my full name.

No one knew that besides the faculty of Seoul National University or the people in my circle.

“How... did you know my full name?” I asked nervously as I blinked my eyes in sheer shock.

I had a hard time believing it, how did they manage to get a hold of my actual alias?

“That’s not important, Missy. You screwed up a lot of things for me and my guys here. You bought nothing but trouble in my way, you terrible troublemaker.”

“Why do you get to play bad cop with Jie jie, huh!?” The blonde-haired guy asked, judging by the way he acted. Yangyang seemed to be the youngest member here.

“Shut up, Liu! Anyways, Y/N... I could hurt you in a hundred ways but I’m much nicer than that. I’m not a bad player after all” He said, folding his arms as he leaned back. “If you simply obey us and answer our questions, we’ll let you go and everyone pretends nothing happened.”

This sounds like a trap... There’s no way they’d just let me go after a simple interrogation. After all, they’re Bangtan’s enemy.

I simply nodded just to avoid trouble. “If I answer the question. Will you promise to let me go?”

“对.” (Right.) Lucas said with a satisfied smile.

“What is the question then?” I looked at him preparing myself for the worst.

“Tell us everything you know about Bangtan and the location of their hideout.” Lucas sneered, his expression tough and his eyes were glaring.

I couldn’t possibly tell them that. I barely even know the exact address, let alone what the mansion looks like!

He watched me hesitate as he lost his patience. “Get him, she won’t spit out.” Lucas commanded as he stormed out the room, clearly pissed off. Yangyang covered my face with a piece of cloth as I lost consciousness once again.

“Y/N, stop being so stubborn.” That voice was so familiar, I was so certain that I had heard it before. I slowly opened my eyes, my blurred vision could barely figure out who was in front of me.

But it soon became very clear who it was standing in front of me, however, he wasn’t alone.

Him, it was Wong Kunhang.

“Why would you do that to me, Kunhang?” I asked as the silence between us felt like forever.

“Because you’re a naive woman, Y/N. That’s why.”

“Y/N quit the persistency,” Hendery said as he lifted my chin.

But I had already decided I wouldn’t betray Min Yoongi nor the Bangtan Gang just like some evil snake.

“There’s no way… I won’t ever tell their location nor any other information regarding the Bangtan! I’m not going to sell out on my friends!”

He rolled his eyes, “friends?” clearly annoyed as he looked at Winwin and nodded. “If that’s your final answer, then I guess the blackmail has to do it.” He said and held my phone in his hand. What he showed me was a shocking image; It appeared to be a polaroid of me I wasn’t wearing anything. My head was resting on Hendery’s chest, with his arms around me and a sly smirk on his face. There were two more attachments as they were sent to the contact ‘Min Suga’. The rest of the pictures were more promiscuous and mischievous.

“Why could you do this to me? I didn’t think you’d rape me!–” I asked in outrage as Winwin put a finger on my lips, quieting me. “Hendery. Care to explain to her? She’s getting on my nerves.” He nodded as he scoffed, looking at me with pity.

“You know Y/N, the pictures are quite awful. Don’t you think? But I didn’t do anything to your body. I didn’t rape nor did I sexually assault you. Being a part of the Mafia for almost 4 years… I will never harm a woman, even if it threatened my life.” I furrowed my eyebrows in frustration as I glared at him.

“It’s because… I was fortunate enough to be raised by wise women throughout my whole childhood and puberty. As you’ve guessed I have three older sisters, one of them who you have already met, Crystal. Besides, all I did was make it seem that way. What teenagers would call a ‘hook-up’, huh?” I gulped as beads of sweat drops formed on my forehead.

“But why would you do this to me? What is it you want from Min Suga and the Bangtan?!” Hendery looked at Winwin, signaling that he wanted to be left alone with me. He simply nodded and left the room as the silence filled the room for a short moment.

Hendery stared at me blankly before grabbing a handkerchief. “You know…” He lifted my head as our eyes met as he spoke in a hurt yet somewhat disappointed voice.

“You’re a remarkable woman, from the very moment that I met you.” He wiped the sweat drops away from my forehead as he tossed the handkerchief. “I could tell those eyes… They’re special, the way you handle things. That power and the control you hold as a woman.” His hand stroked my hair as he still didn’t break eye contact.

What’s with him all of a sudden? I’m not used to him acting so differently.

“It’s no wonder Min Suga chose you specifically, hmm. You’re quite something else.” His fingertip traced my lips as I glared at him. “Please let go of me, Wong Kunhang.” Our eyes met in a deep long stare.

“I thought, you wouldn’t harm me like this. Not after the time, we spent with Jie jie, so why are you doing this to me? Why…?” I pleaded, trying to fish after some sort of sympathy. Even if it was a tiny bit.

“Why? Why do you ask? Because you ruined things for me, you portray yourself as the Goddess of Seoul National University; smart and independent - easily admirable. Or so it seems at least in the daytime on campus, but in the night you work for Korea’s most dangerous gang; The Bangtan. You manipulated my best friend; Lucas, made him almost lose his position in our Gang, putting his girlfriend in possible danger. Then you watched as your so-called Boss hurt and knock him out, you wrecked half of the members out.”

What he just confessed and pointed out to me was a butterfly effect of the simple things I did for Yoongi without hesitation. I never gave it a second thought before tagging along, seducing, acting fake, and flirting. I never thought I’d bring this much chaos but I suppose this is what must’ve happened on the other side of my consequences. 

I looked down, too speechless to speak or react. “But that’s not what hurts me the most, it’s the fact that my sister finally found a girl friend in Seoul; you. Only to find out you’re on my enemy’s side, you charmed me into falling in love with you. Thinking I had a chance only to realize you are nothing but a troublemaker.” His voice was full of hurt, betrayal, and disappointment.

“So I’m asking one last time, where’s Bangtan’s hideout?”

“I’m serious about my decision here. I won’t give out any information about them or him.”

He sighed deeply as he scoffed. “Fine. You leave me no choice.” He quickly dialed a number as his expression turned cold. “Winwin, I couldn't get her to spit out. So you know what must be done.”

He hung up as he lowered himself down a bit so that we were at the same eye level as me. “You know Y/N. If I could I wouldn’t want to do this.” Hendery said, lifting me in his arms as I was placed on the floor softly. “…But you leave us no choice.” 

“Was this your plan all alone, Kunhang?” I stammered when he squatted down, looking at me pathetically. “That’s right, from the very moment I met you at Starbucks in Busan. From our lecture and then our date at that Italian restaurant, giving you a strong liquor to test your alcohol tolerance. The whole time there was something off about you so you went to the bathroom and left your phone behind. I was rather shocked to see that name appear on your screen, my mortal enemy; Min Suga.”

I pursed my lips as I was conflicted for a moment. What is Min Yoongi to the Way V Gang?

“I activated the flight mode on your phone, in the hopes you wouldn’t meet up with him later that evening. I observed that Suga had most likely slept at your place, explaining why he drove you to campus the next morning. The very next day I met you and that’s where Crystal introduced herself to you. While I was out eating with Jie jie, she seemed to have taken a liking to you somehow. I heard what happened at the night with Lucas and you, I was quite infuriated. I was so certain that if I saw you the next time I’d definitely get rid of you.”

I looked down, his eyes were too intimidating for me to keep in contact with.

“But you happened to be with Jie jie, helping her around campus. I couldn’t stand that thought. I knew your innocent side was just an act within the university so that you could keep teaching here. After you called me out on my cold behavior towards Crystal I couldn’t help but like you even if I despised you. Then I saw you at the library, it seemed like somehow I’d end up running into you regardless of what I did. I remember the moment our eyes met, your adorable pink cheeks, and that flustered expression of yours. That short moment we had with each other that day I remember it clearly.”

I blinked my eyes, finding it hard to believe any words coming out of his mouth.

“Jie jie gifted you a pair of heels and ate her favorite dumplings with you… I found it incredibly hard for you to continue seeing and working for our enemy… But when I heard the bad news at the old warehouse that was the final warning. It was time for me to finally stop and get rid of you.” He finished, biting his teeth as he glared at me.

“Crystal’s last night in Seoul was memorable thanks to you when we watched her plane take off. That's when I realized how hard and deep I had fallen for you, Y/N.”

“Kunhang, please stop. Stop saying anything anymore…”

I didn’t want to hear any more of his plan on approaching and deceiving me. I had enough.

“I was the last one to hear about the chaos at that warehouse. That sparked the storm between us, I had to get my revenge. Not for myself, but for Lucas and my friends. So on that Friday night, I added sleeping drug into your drink.” I gasped as my eyes widened.

“I took you to that hotel room, but I wasn’t alone. I had several of my gang members with me. The mischievous pictures of you and me, it sparked the awful rumors, getting a hold of Min Suga’s number, and the end to your teaching career as a professor at Seoul National University.” I looked up to meet his hateful and menacing glare.

“All those unfortunate events… I was the one behind it all.” He expressed and sneered.

That’s when it hit me hard.

All the times flashed right before my eyes.

How my phone was on flight mode, how he got a hold of Yoongi’s number, purposedly convincing me to the party and bringing me to the hotel room, getting me fired because of those darn pictures, losing Yoongi’s trust and deceiving me. Tracking and stalking me on my date. That’s how I ended up here, had I been more aware of my surroundings and I might have not been here.

I closed my eyes in frustration as I frowned hard then I opened my eyes again. “So all the times we spent together… were those just a game to you, Wong Kunhang?” I asked in complete doubt. A moment of silence as he turned his back to me and cleared his throat, nodding to himself. “Right they were… I acted kind and sweet towards you because I knew the whole time you were working for our enemy.”

I shook my head refusing to believe this whole thing was real. I bit my teeth together as I closed my eyes, turning my head to the left. Hendery cleared his throat as he cupped my cheek, the cold tear falling into his touch as our eyes met again. I couldn’t read his expression.

Hendery leaned in, pressing his lips against mine softly. I tried to fight it but my wrists and legs were tied. He pulled back, wiping some of my lip balm on his lips away. “You bastard,” I sneered as he let out a soft chuckle in response.

“You know this wouldn’t have happened if you just didn’t mess with my best friend, Lucas.”

“I didn’t know it was your best friend. I’ll admit it. I may be a naive woman for just doing as being told by the Bangtan. But those moments and times we spent together… They were not a game to me.” I stated as his eyes widened slightly.

A man with thick eyebrows walked in, “so is she willing to cooperate or not?” Hendery shook his head. “I think you can bring in those guys Boss hired, Xiaojun,” he said coldly.

“Is he going… to kill me?” I asked stupidly, knowing the circumstances clearly. I couldn’t think properly. “I don’t know Y/N. I don’t know.” Xiaojun answered. I felt my legs start to quiver with fear and I was starting to sweat nervously again.

Why won’t Suga or the Bangtan be here any moment?

The door opened as Hendery was here, seeing his tense face somehow gave me some sort of hope. “Xiaojun. Please stall out as much as possible. I’ve come up with a plan, just drag out as much time as you possibly can.” He said, panting slightly.

“Hendery, what the hell is up with you? Are you seriously thinking of helping this lady out? Are you out of your damn mind?” He asked, shaking Hendery as he moved his hands away. 

“Just do as I say, please. For once just listen to me, I have a plan. Y/N be patient, I’ll get the Bangtan here soon. So just hold out a little longer.” He said before taking off again, the sound of someone running upstairs echoed.

“That darn Hendery. Boss’s not going to be very happy about this.” He said, looking at me as he shook his head.

Is Hendery going to help me out? But why…?

Am I not his enemy, so why would he oppose his own boss?

“Come on, Missy,” Xiaojun said, lifting me into his arms as we went through a door leading down to the basement.

In the meantime, the three Way V members were on their way to the Bangtan Gang…

“Just… please tell me the location of the nightclub his member always heads to, Yangyang,” Hendery said on the phone, typing things into the GPS as Winwin buckled up his seatbelt.

“Why did you change your mind all of a sudden? Are you that crazy in love with her or something?” He asked, lighting up his cigarette as he looked out the window.

“It’s not just love. When I kept asking or telling her to spit out. Y/N wouldn’t bulge, unlike the other hostages I’ve ever interrogated. She was completely determined and remained silent even if her very own comrades abandoned her.” Winwin’s eyes widened a bit as he scoffed. 

“So that’s why you came up with this plan, huh? That Y/N sure cherishes her friendship over her own life.” He said as he typed the address into the GPS. Hendery looked at him as he drove down the highway.

“So you’re with me on the plan, Winwin?” He nodded as he chuckled. “Yeah, whatever, just make a right turn on the next street. Also, Yangyang just texted, it’s Park Jimin we’re searching for.”

“So this is Lee Meílíng Y/N? The secret member of the Bangtan Gang, huh?” An intimidating man stood in front of me. With dark blue hair that was the first thing I noticed. His cold expression as he stood in a black t-shirt, black jeans, and ‘Way V’ tattooed on the side of his neck.

“Who are you…?” I questioned, my gaze meeting his as he began speaking again.

“Listen, girl. I don’t have time for this shit. Just spit out the location of the Bangtan’s hideout. And I’ll never have to see nor hurt you again.” He said, gripping a fistful of my hair as he glared into my eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t know anything about them, Sir.”

I said, feeling tears form around my eyes, must be from his sheer grip on my hair. “For the 3rd fucking time. What is the location of Bangtan’s hideout?” I shook my head as he smacked me a third time and then he pounded my stomach.

“It seems that you are fucking stubborn, Missy. But I guess if you wanna play that way.” Kun said, glaring at me with his cold eyes as he wiped his hands with a handkerchief. 

“Then we’re going to play that way. Xiaojun, call the guys and strip her off that dress. We’ll have to use force. That’ll make her spit out.” He said, leaving the room and Xiaojun rushed as I was coughing.

“Please hold out a little more, Hendery and Winwin are close to your comrades. Everything will be okay.” I nodded as he wiped my face with a wet cloth. He proceeded to carry me into to a different place. He walked down a long and never-ending hall. It got darker and darker, the closer we got to the room.

“Am I going to die, Xiaojun?” He shook his head and showed me a concerned face. 

“Look… Let’s just hope Hendery’s plan works out, I’m fearing you might be raped or tortured. But please hold on and I’ll think of a distraction, I swear.” He sat me down as he pulled my dress off gently as I was in my black shorts and white tank top only. I could feel the faint shining moonlight through the cracked windows in the basement.

“Raped…?” When I heard that word all I could think of was Daniel Jones… Although we aren’t together, just this once I wish he’d come and save me… Considering what I’ve done, I doubt that the Bangtan gang or he would ever even come to my rescue…

He cupped my cheek and looked at me as he spoke again. “I’m sorry.”

Two terrifying men came as Xiaojun stood up. He looked at me. “You two do what you have to do. Just don’t go for her face or neck.” He ordered, walking away from the room.

“Hey, little bad girl so you’re not going to rat out on the Bangtan, huh?” The tall slim man asked, pulling my bra strap as I flinched. “I… I know nothing about them.” He pushed me as I fell off the chair, as he kicked me a few times in the stomach as a result I groaned painfully. “So Kun was right about this stubborn bitch, Max. She really won’t spit out.” 

I didn’t know who to believe anymore… Is Hendery going to help me or are they trying to trick me once again? Whatever it is, I won’t betray the Bangtan or Min Yoongi.

“Park Jimin. We need to talk.” Hendery said, approaching Jimin sitting on the couch with a couple of girls. “Excuse me. Do I know you?” He asked as the girl was kissing his cheek. “It’s regarding Y/N Lee Meílíng. I’m the man she supposedly hooked up with, Hendery. Or also known as Wong Kunhang.” Hendery confessed showing the polaroids’ photos and the texts on his and Y/N’s phone.

“I set her up. I made it look like she betrayed you when in reality she didn’t. He showed the evidence as Jimin scoffed. “So why is it that you and your guys came all the way here to tell me that? Boss already agreed that she’s no longer of any use to us.” The girl poured a glass of red wine as he took a sip of it. That reply angered Hendery as he clenched his fist and was about to punch him. When Winwin got a hold of his wrist, ultimately preventing him from hurting the Bangtan member.

“What is it with you, Bangtan Gang rats?! Don’t you even care the slightest about that Y/N woman your stupid Boss hired!?” Hendery yelled out frustratedly as Jimin sighed as he put his glass down. He had an annoyed expression as he began staring.

“Listen Hendery or Wong Kunhang, whatever the fuck. I don’t give two shits about what’s going to happen to that Y/N girl. You can torture her all you want but don’t speak ill of my Boss, Min Suga.” He said in a threatening voice, Lucas walked over as he scoffed.

“Let me handle this. Listen Park Jimin, I don’t know what kind of connection that Y/N has with your Boss Suga. However, she is no ordinary woman that’s for sure. You say that you don’t care the slightest, fine. But just make sure you show this to your boss, I’ve sent you a text message to your phone.” He said, before showing him a picture of Y/N tied to a chair. Wearing only her shorts and an undershirt, with tears rolling down her cheeks. Jimin’s eyes widened as he tried to grab a hold of Lucas’ phone when he immediately put it away.

“What’s with that reaction, Park Jimin? Didn’t you say you didn’t give two shits about that girl?” Jimin looked down as he tried to ignore his concern for her but it was impossible.

“Fine. You Way V Gang got me there. Where is she? Tell me, I’ll drive now and inform my Boss immediately.” Winwin and Hendery nodded at each other. “There’s no more time. We have to get going right now otherwise Y/N won’t be alive.” Hendery said as he looked at him.

“Why is it that you care so much about Y/N Lee Meílíng anyways? Have you fallen for her or is your gang trying to manipulate us?” Jimin asked as he walked with them, exiting the nightclub. Winwin and Lucas looked over at Hendery, anticipating his answer.

“The answer is short. Yes. I’ve fallen for her, but not for her appearance like others. I genuinely like her. She’s different from other women who’ve worked with the Mafia. Unlike others, she didn’t want to rat on you guys even if she got abused or even killed. She chose to keep her mouth shut although you guys have abandoned her.” Jimin was unable to respond as he stood in front of their car, thinking about what Hendery just told him.

“Way V, let me contact my Boss. Start the car while I give him a quick call.” Jimin said as he sat next to the driver seat as Hendery nodded, starting the engine. 

“Jimin, why are you calling me right now? Didn’t you say you were going to get wasted? It hasn’t even been an hour since you left.” Yoongi asked as he was typing some stuff into his laptop, sitting inside his office. “It’s urgent boss, it's regarding Y/N. Haven’t you seen my text messages and the pic–” Yoongi cut him off as he scoffed. “Listen. I don’t have time, I’ve already made my decision. Stop bugging me, Jimin–”

This time Jimin cut him off as he was extremely frustrated. “Listen, Boss! This isn’t about bugging you but Y/N’s going to get hurt. The whole thing about her being set up was true! She was telling the truth and now she’s in the Way V’s basement and being tortured, possibly raped. All because we chose not to believe her!” Yangyang and Winwin looked at each other as Hendery was focusing on the road, driving at a highway.

“Jimin… Stop bothering me I’ve some important business to take care of right now. Y/N couldn’t help but get taken advantage of by some weak, cheap foreign man.” Yoongi hung up as he sighed. “That stupid Jimin must be fucking drunk to come with such a stupid prank. Why did he have to mention her name again?” He sighed before getting spammed with messages from Jimin. 

Park Jimin:

“Boss. I’m not kidding.”

“Y/N’s really in danger, if you don’t believe me then fine.”

“I’ll go and try to save Y/N, myself. That's the least I can do for her after what she has done for us.”

“One more thing. For the time of being when Y/N worked and helped us out. Although we chose not to believe her and then ultimately betrayed her. She chose, in the end, to not sell us, ultimately remaining faithful to us no matter what.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he decided to view the image that he had sent him. “What the fuck? Why is she tied up!? Who the fuck did this to her!? Y/N!” He got up as the door suddenly busted open, Taehyung stood there.

“Boss. I assume you’ve got the point right? I’ve prepared the car with the necessary stuff.” He said as he put on his black leather gloves. “We have to get going right now.” Yoongi left the office as he went downstairs.

“So you’re going to save Noona, right?” Jungkook asked as was typing stuff into his laptop. “Right. I am, you stay here, Jungkook.” He nodded as he spoke.

“Actually since I can’t be much of help out there with you guys, I’ll support you from here. Just go on, please save Y/N, Hyung.”

Gosh… Why didn’t I choose to believe her? Meílíng Lee Y/N… I’m on my way. Please be safe. Yoongi thought to himself as he sat inside the car and drove away.

“Girlie why won’t you just say who you’re working for and where their hideout is?” The small guy grabbed a hold of my undershirt as he glared at me. “I won’t say anything about the Bangtan Gang. Alright, Jeff?” I said as my voice was shaking. “Fine I’ll have to force you, don’t I?” He said as he pulled out a pocket knife as I gasped.

“So you’re telling me, Lucas, Winwin, and Hendery went out to collect information about the Bangtan and Stray Kids Gangs? And that’s why they rushed out without telling me first?”

Kun asked as he looked up, from his folders with polaroids of well-known gangs in South Korea. Waiting for Xiaojun’s answer.

“Um… Y-yes! Sir, I mean Boss Kun. That’s the truth, anyway what’s our next mission? Is it still regarding the RV Gang or are the others still working on that case?” Xiaojun asked, trying to change the subject. “Yeah, the others have been gathering information on them but I suppose we have a deal with them.”

It has been 45 minutes now. 45 minutes of being interrogated, abused, and mocked.

I didn’t get it. Why won’t I just give them what they want and then they’ll finally let go of me. But I can’t do it… I can’t bring myself to bring the Bangtan Gang and Min Yoongi in danger…

I whimpered as Jeff cut my tank top in half, leaving my bra only. “Tell us, girl or you’ll get even more hurt.”

“So tell us your plan, Hendery?” Yoongi asked over the phone as he was driving down the highway. “Right. Me, my gang members, and Jimin are heading towards the basement. Xiaojun and my other members are trying to distract our boss. However, it’s not working so we’re headed there. From there I’ll try and persuade my boss not to harm or kill her–”

Yoongi cut Hendery off. “I don’t have time for your long-ass chit-chatting. Tell me where the fuck Lee Meílíng Y/N is and it’ll be over.” Taehyung stared at him intensely.

“Boss. Let him speak out, otherwise, he might be plotting something evil to Ms. Y/N if we don’t pay attention.” Taehyung said as he glared. “Thank you, anyway our Boss has been wanting to have a deal with you for a long time.” Yoongi frowned and scoffed as he was getting quite impatient. “I know we’re supposedly rival gangs and enemies to each other. But at this point we all have one goal, isn’t that true Min Suga? We must save Y/N.” Taehyung nodded as Suga sighed, making a left turn.

“Correct. To save Y/N that is.”

I was panting as Max pulled me by my hair as he yelled at me. “Tell us the fucking location, ya bitch!” I shook my head as he let go and I fell to the cold cement floor.

“Gosh, you’re leaving us no other options, little bitch. Jeff, get out of here. I’m going to force my way through her - that’s the only way she’ll spit out.” Jeff nodded as he left the room. I was on the floor trying to get up but I was too weak as I immediately fell on my stomach again, it seemed I have been physically hurt so many times my body has become numb to the pain.

“You’ve survived this long, girlie. But guess I’ll have to rape you until you speak, isn’t that what you want?” I shook my head as I was about to scream when he put a bandage over my mouth as I couldn’t speak. He flipped me over as I was lying on my back. “Quiet there, ok? Are you nervous because it’s your first time? Ha ha ha, this is going to be interesting.” He said, sliding a hand under my bra. I mumbled as I felt the tears forming. I tried to kick him but my feet were tied together, so I kicked him in the balls using both of my knees. Max groaned as he cussed out, smacking me. “You fucking bitch!”

“This is our hideout, Park. You follow me, 'cause there’s no way our Boss should run into you.” Hendery said, sneaking around taking the back door with Jimin to the hideout.

“Yo. Where the hell have you guys been?” Xiaojun asked as he charged straight to Lucas and Winwin.

“It’s been quite a nuisance, if you thought our boss was stubborn, just wait till you meet Bangtan's boss. That man is just like Kun.” Lucas babbled as Winwin hit his arm. “I suppose Hendery informed you with the so-called plan, right?”

Xiaojun nodded as he rubbed his arm, “yeah about that… Distracting the boss… That wasn’t quite easy. But I’ve managed to convince him that you guys have been trying to gather information about the Bangtan and Stray Kids gangs respectively…” He said, rubbing the back of his head nervously.

“Xiaojun, where is the Boss now?” Winwin asked, clearly annoyed with his distraction of a plan. Lucas laughed as the three went inside the living room. “I suppose the Boss’s inside the office doing some research, huh?” Lucas asked as Xiaojun crossed his arms, chuckling a bit.

“Yeah, that’s true but I also gave him some of his favorite liquor.” He chuckled. Jimin looked around as they were walking down a dark staircase. When he came up behind Hendery, pointing the gun on the back of his head.

“Listen Hendery. I don’t know what you or your gang are up to. Just tell me where Y/N is and we’ll never cross paths again.” Jimin cocked the gun, ready to shoot him.

“Heh, you don’t believe me, huh? I’m serious, Park I’m done playing games if you shoot me now. Then go ahead. However, I can’t promise you that Y/N’s going to be out of harm if you do end up getting rid of me.” Hendery said, looking back at him as he put the gun away.

“Shit, you better be telling the truth, Hendery. Or I’ll promise you this won’t end very well.” He said, following him downstairs into the room where the picture of Y/N was captured.

“So where is Y/N? Why isn’t she in the chair? What happened to her?!” Jimin lashed out as he grabbed a hold of Hendery’s shirt. “Calm down, I know where she is. Just before I take you there. Don’t let your anger control your body, alright?” He gave him a deep yet serious look in the eyes when Jimin’s phone suddenly rang.

“We’re here. In front of the hideout, tell me where Y/N and you are.” Yoongi said, walking towards the pathway leading up to the hideout. Taehyung tried to catch up with him, “boss calm down we have to stay lowkey here!” 

“Wait until a member opens the door for you guys,” Jimin reported as Yangyang stood outside waiting for them to arrive.

He was unzipping my shorts as he pulled them off, I was left in my bra and panties now. “What a good little slut. Stay still so I can get a quick fuck, ok?” My body was cold and I couldn’t move. It felt like I had lost the very control of my own body. I couldn’t push him off me or even scream. 

The door busted open as my eyes couldn’t believe who was there. It was Yoongi and the rest of Bangtan excluding Jungkook and him…

“The fuck are you doing to Y/N?!” Yoongi yelled as he charged towards Jeff as he got him off me. “I’ll fucking break your arms for touching Y/N.” His voice was full of anger as he began beating the guy up.

I slowly sat up when Hendery ran towards me as I glared at him while he looked deeply sorry for me. He untied the tight rope around my wrists and legs, releasing the piece of cloth on my mouth. “Please stay calm. I’m on your side–” I slapped him hard as I panted heavily and frantically.

Taehyung and Jimin ran as both of them pulled out a gun at his neck. “Y/N, don’t worry if he does as much as touching a hair of yours and he’s dead.”

I stared at the two of them. Jimin said, glaring at him. “Sorry, we should’ve believed you in the first place, when you told the truth, Kitty.” Yoongi was panting as he had a blue mark on his cheek, his left fist clenched as blood was dripping. He ran towards me as he stood on one knee in front of me. Jimin and Taehyung pulled Hendery up as they went upstairs again.

“I’m so sorry, I’m late and that you had to get this bruised and hurt. All because of me.” Yoongi said, taking his blazer off as he wrapped it around me and buttoned it.

“So… Do you believe in me now…?” I asked, in my low voice before collapsing into his chest. He was warm and smelled of mint. I felt his arms wrap around my back as I shivered before crying, both of my hands holding tightly onto him.

“I believe you. I… I should’ve believed you in the first place, I’m sorry. I’m so terribly sorry.” He said, rubbing and stroking my back as Jimin’s words echoed in his head:

“One more thing. For the time of being when Y/N worked and helped us out. Although we chose not to believe her and then ultimately betrayed her. She chose, in the end, to not sell us, ultimately remaining faithful to us no matter what.”

“What do we have here? Two love birds embracing each other… So that’s your relationship with her, huh Min Suga?” I looked over as a tall man stood in front of us. That was Kun, the Leader of Way V as he pointed a gun at us. I tried to move, but Yoongi kept his hand on my head, signaling me to stay still.

“You must be Qian Kun, so tell me. Whose plan was it to kidnap Lee Meílíng Y/N? Yours or Hendery’s?” Kun laughed as he glared, pointing his gun on my neck as I gulped.

“You didn’t answer my question, Min Suga. Is this woman your lover or girlfriend? What’s your relationship with her and I want to hear the truth.” Yoongi sighed, before letting go of me as he pointed the gun away from my neck.

“This clever, fierce, strong, and stubborn woman has been working for me for quite some time. When I found out she slept with one of your gang members. It led me to believe she had joined your Way V Gang and ultimately betrayed us. Although she kept saying she was telling the truth I decided not to believe her. The aftermath of that is this, she’s bruised and shaking not only because of the cold but also because of how afraid she must’ve been. She’s a precious gang member that I cherish. Therefore never hurt, touch, or come near her ever again.” Kun didn’t say anything as I looked up at Yoongi and he pulled me up to stand. 

“Can you stand or walk?” I tried to stand on my two feet but it was impossible, it was like they were paralyzed. I simply shook my head.

“Don’t try and run away, Min Yoongi. Now that you’re here I can finally avenge for what you did to one of my members 2 years ago. So tell me, should I shoot you or her…?” He looked at me then him. I just glared at him aiming the gun at me. Yoongi got up as he clenched his fist, I could tell that he was on his last stray of patience. He stood in front of me and tilted his head, appearing intimidating. “So you’re trying to get justice by taking an innocent woman’s life like that? Tch, no wonder you guys are known as WV. Heh, it stands for Weak Virgins.”

Kun was clearly angered with Yoongi’s provocation and the tone of his cold voice. He clicked the bullet as he aimed the gun on Yoongi’s neck, my eyes widened as I was getting terrified again. “You have some goddamn nerve, Min Suga. How about I just shoot you now and then her after? Wouldn’t that be a nice ending, like Romeo and Juliet?” He shrugged and scoffed.

“You know Qian Kun if you want to get your revenge for what happened in the past then just pull the trigger already. I got nothing to lose. However… If you do as much as touch the hair on this woman, you’ll be ready to face a life sentence. Y/N’s a well-respected woman and an ordinary citizen of Korea so the police and the government are heavily concerned for someone like her. So I suggest you and your useless rats stay away from her.”

He wrapped his arms around me as I looked deeply into his eyes. “I’ll carry you then, so hold onto me tightly.” Yoongi said as carried me and I put a hand on his shoulder. “Min Suga. You’re aware that I still have bad blood with you. I won’t let you go so easily.” He said as Yoongi looked back once. “I’m aware, Qian Kun. That’s why I’ll settle this once and for all.”

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Sparks Fly -- L.G.

Falling in love with my best friend was never the plan. I mean a girl from the South Side who was just trying to get a two year degree and ignoring the fact that her parents were never coming back, falling for the man who was a recovering alcoholic who had an addict and alcoholic father an a bipolar mother who had the potential to get a degree from any college he wanted?

What could possibly go wrong?

“Come on, get in, I’ll drive you the the bar for work.” Lip told me getting up from the couch, as I was getting ready to walk to work.

“You just got back from work,” I reminded him. I knew that after his shift at the garage he would want to sleep, but he ignored my comment and slipped his coat on an a hat over my head.

“It’s negative ten degrees out,” he commented. “The fuck you’re walking to the bar from here.”

“But—“ I tried to protest but it was useless.

“Get your ass in the car, Lily.”

I never thought the passenger seat of lips old car would ever be as inviting as it was, but as we listened to music and he smoked, I realized I was in love with Lip. Fuck.

The worst part was, and I knew it, was that everybody basically knew that I liked Lip, besides Lip. He was the only consistent person in my life besides Fiona and Ian, and the only true person to care about me in a way that was more special than Ian and Fiona did. I loved my Gallagher’s like they were my own, but Lip was different.

He could smile at me and I would forget how to breathe. He could hold me in bed and I would forget all my problems. He punched a kid at a party who tried to roofie me and I swear in that moment I had never felt more loved.

He held me the whole night as I cried for hours because my mom was never coming back home, never once getting upset even though he had brought it up before.

He held me two days after I got raped and I refused to leave Carl’s bed. He slid in behind me as I faced the wall and held me for hours and hours. He didn’t make me talk, he didn’t make me cry, he didn’t have me look at him. He held me until I was able to to turn around and face him and the truth of what had happened.

He was there when my dad had died. He came to the funeral, he held my hand, he made small talk with my grandma and everything. He sat with me while I sat by the grave and cried after everybody had left.

He was there when nobody else was.

“It’s just so hard at night,” he commented as he flicked his smoke. “That’s when it all sets in and I can only thinking about alcohol.”

“How do you not drink?” I asked. “I mean you come to the bar and hangout with me, V, and Kev, and then you go home and everybody but me and Debby drink. I just don’t know how you do it.” I commented, pulling my leg to my chest.

“Honestly? It’s why I sneak into yours and Liam’s room.” I stared at him and waited for him to continue. “Liam’s basically my child. And sometimes just watching you both so peacefully is enough to get me through the night.”

“What about when Liam sleeps with Carl or Debby because I work late?” That was the real question. Lip ended up in my room almost every night, whether Liam was there or not. Most nights, because I worked the bar until closing, Liam slept in Debby’s room or with Carl. That didn’t stop Lip from climbing into bed with me.

He scratched the back of his neck, his nervous tick. “I think you’re my light in a dark place.” He muttered. “You stood by me through it all, ya know? Karen, Fiona, Frank, Marcia, the stuff with school, Ian, Debby having a baby, rehab, twice. You were just always there. The one consistent thing in my life.” He focused solely on the road and I smiled to myself. “And even when you’re sleeping, I know it’s enough to keep me from stopping to drink.”

I grabbed his hand lightly and threaded our fingers together, and kissed his cheek. “Stay at the bar until I close?” I asked quietly. Lip kissed the back of my hand and my cheeks flamed rosy red.

“Don’t I always?” It was true, when I worked at the bar, Lip stayed and had one to many cokes and scared off the spiteful men that tried to get in my pants.

“Sometimes you you go off with a girl,” I muttered bashfully. I did not want Lip to know the sinking feeling I got in my stomach when I knew he was with a girl.

“Haven’t since I got out of rehab.” He breathed lowly. I thought back on it. Had it been that long? Really? “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

I gave an embarrassing smile. “Are you saying I’m only cute when I’m jealous of other girls?”

Lip didn’t miss a beat. “You’re always cute. You’re cute when you cling yourself to me even though half the bed is yours. You’re cute when you try to reason with Carl and you scrunch your nose up. You’re cute when you and Liam dance in the kitchen to Johnny Cash. You’re cute when you get angry at your chemistry homework. Scratch that, you’re hot when you’re angry. You’re cute when you come home from work and just drop into bed after changing into my shirt. You’re cute when you blush. You’re cute when you wake up in the morning. You’re cute when I come downstairs and you’re making breakfast in my shirt and boxers. I think that’s when I find you the cutest.” I stared at Lip as he pulled into the bar. “What?” He asked as he felt my stare on him.

“You -- you,” I stumbled for words. “How the hell am I suppose to go to work for seven hours with all I want to do is kiss you?” 

Lip barked out a laugh. “Well, princess, I guess you’ll just have to wait until after the ball for you prince charming to kiss you.”

I scoffed, and swung myself over the console, straight on to Lip’s lap.

“Not even a kiss for the girl who’s sitting on your lap?” I leaned my head to one side and let my hair fall around us like a blanket.

“If I’m going to kiss you,” He breathed into my ear making me shiver, “It’s going to be my moment. This,” He gestured between us. “Is extremely hot, don’t get me wrong, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on, and you better believe we are going to do it in the car, but our first moment will not be here.”

“Okay,” I muttered, trying to ignore the bile in my stomach from rejection and tried to think of the possibilities that would happen when I left work.

“Hey,” He gripped my thighs tightly. “I want this badly, baby. Just not like this. You deserve special. And this isn’t special.” My heart fluttered, he knew I had never been with anyone or done anything, that I was waiting for the right person. I didn’t want what happened with my parents to ever happen with me.

“Okay,” I said more bashfully, now shy at my forwardness, biting my lip.

“Don’t do that,” Lip said, gripping my thighs tighter. 

“Don’t do what?” I muttered, confused.

“You bite your lip.” I stared at him, very confused.

“Yeah, so? I do it all the time,” I muttered off handedly, failing to notice the problem.

“It’s hot.” Blushed bright red for what felt like the hundredth time today.

“It’s hot when I do that, but yet you don’t want to kiss me?” I quirked my eye at the 23 year old. 

“Come here,” He muttered. He pulled me to his chest and I shifted to get comfortable. That’s when I felt it. He was hard. “Yeah, that,” He muttered softly. “Is from you. And it’s probably going to stay that way until we get back to the house.”

“I should get to work,” I muttered, my hot breath making goosebumps arise on his neck.

“And Liam is sleeping with somebody else tonight. The only person who gets you tonight is me.” I kissed his pulse point softly before scrambling out of the car, looking at a flustered Lip.

“Are you coming?” I asked, looking back at him, finally noticing how flustered he was. “Awe, are you the one that’s all hot and bothered now?” I giggled.

He glared at me before hopping quickly out of the car and dashing towards me. I shrieked and made a mad dash for the bar. I quickly ran in and ran behind Kev. “Save me,” I pleaded as Lip came in flying behind me. 

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you for the pretty lady.” Lip said with a fake, horrible, British accent. I squealed and ran into the back.

Kev laughed, “Y’all are idiots!” Kev called after us as Lip chased me.

“I got you,” he slammed me against the door of the girls bathroom and I took a deep breath as his hot breath fanned my face and his arms went above my head.

“Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it mister. As far as we’re concerned nothing’s happening until after my shift.” I said in the brattiest voice I could muster.

“Don’t be a brat just because you’re not getting your way,” he threaded his fingers through my hair and tugged harshly. I gulped. I knew this was what I wanted.

“Right,” I nodded slowly. “But I am a brat, so what are you going to do about it?” I taunted, pushing my chest forward, knowing how to use my assets.

Lip took a deep breath as his eyes glanced between my eyes and my chest.

“You’re going to go to work and then when we get home,” He moved so his hands were set just below my breasts and he rubbed the underside of them. My breath hitched in my throat. “Then, we will have fun, you brat.”

I’ll admit, him calling me a brat turned me on more than I wanted to admit. “Okay, I mumbled.”

“Now go work before Kev comes and yells at you.” Lip muttered, kissing my forehead firmly. I pranced out to the bar, knowing full well that Lip was watching my ass.

Throughout my shift, I knew Lip was watching me. I laughed with Veronica throughout the whole shift.

“V!” I giggled as she made another joke about Kev. “You can’t say that about your husband!”

“Lip’s looking at you again,” She wiggled her eyebrows and gave me a knowing look. My cheeks flamed bright red. “You finally admit that you guys like each other?” 

“Kinda,” I muttered. “We’re not gonna define it, I don’t think.” I said softly. “The last thing he needs is me going crazy on him trying to define something when we don’t even know what it is.”

“Girl, you trippin’ if you don’t see how he looks at you.” I stared at her blankly. “I mean, you both have had eyes on each other for years.”

“Yeah, maybe me, but no way for him.” I mumbled wiping a glass. “He had Karen, and then he had Mandy. Then he had that thing with his professor and then quickly moved on to Sierra. And I look nothing like them. Plus I have all my scars and that’s a lot of trauma.”

“Look at me.” She said softly. “It doesn’t matter that you don’t look like them, baby. He loves you and that’s what matters. Your trauma is also his, he’s been there through it all. Also, you’ve been with him through all the things too. He loves you girl, don’t doubt that.” V told me honestly. “Plus, you’re hot as fuck girl.”

After my shift, V told me that she would lock everything up with Kev. I smiled as Lip pulled me into his side. 

“You ready to go home?” He asked, glancing down at me as I nervously fidgeted.

“Yeah, but,” I hesitated briefly, “Can we take it slow?” I whispered, nervously.

“Yeah,” He muttered, pressing his lips to forehead. “Whatever you want.” 

My heart warmed at his sweetness and I hugged him tightly as we made our way to Lip’s car. I gnawed my lip as he opened my car door. I was in for a long night.

[raith-way]

stories i would write if i had 12% more inspiration [1/?]

Fandom: Twilight Series

Main Original Character: Antonia “Toni” Swan

Side Original Characters: Alana Santos, Gabriel Lassiter, Sara Castle

Main Pairings: Toni Swan/Jasper Hale & Bella Swan/Edward Cullen

Side Pairings: Carlisle Cullen/Charlie Swan, Esme Cullen/Tanya Denali, Alice Cullen/Rosalie Hale, Emmett Cullen/Gabriel Lassiter, Jacob Black/Alana Santos, Sam Uley/Leah Clearwater, Paul Lahote/Sara Castle

Summary: Having her younger sister living at home is a dream come true for Toni, even if things do start to get a little stranger in her small sleepy town. She keeps running into Doctor Cullen’s kids, Bella is having nightmares and wakes up speaking riddles, and Toni isn’t a fool. She finally gets Jasper Hale into direct sunlight and has all of her theories proven as his skin changes right before her eyes. Where the sun touches his skin, unhindered by clouds or shade, there’s tendrils of smoke starting to curl through the air. Her sister’s nightmares aren’t just nightmares. This is real. Vampires are real, and everything is going to change.

Part I – Viridian this battleground is deadly but you wear blood well for one so gentle.

Bella returns to Forks, and Toni befriends Jasper Hale. Things are going great, until Bella starts having nightmares and insisting that something horrible is coming for them. Something monstrous. Balancing Bella’s warnings with her every day life gets a little tricky, but having a new friend to talk to about mundane everyday things helps. Until she starts to really listen to what her younger sister is saying. The first time she sees Jasper start to burn in the sun, just small wisps of smoke, she faints. Luckily, vampires have quick reflexes and he saves her from cracking her skull right there behind the diner while on her lunch break. Before she can fully process that Bella is apparently psychic and that Jasper is an actual vampire, there’s a ballgame like Bella dating a vampire is completely normal and then her sister is running away from home. When Toni chases after her sister, who is being chased by a real-life myth, she gets there too late to help her sister and just in time to see the destruction. Vampires save her sister’s life, but that doesn’t mean she has to like all of them. As far as she’s concerned, they’re all on thin fucking ice.

Part II – Amaranthine and this was always your nature to give light in the dark

Toni greets the summer with forgiveness in her heart, and she rekindles her friendship with Jasper. She also still insists on calling him kid, as a petty punishment for stealing off with her sister in the middle of the night. On the night of Bella’s birthday celebration disaster, she tries to comfort Jasper and then tries not to take it too personally when he rebuffs her. The next day, when he stops by the house to tell her that his whole family is leaving, she takes it very personally. That anger is put on the back burner as she searches for her sister, and she’s beyond relieved when Sam comes out of the woods with Bella in his arms. Even if her old friend won’t speak to her or even look her in the eye. With the Cullens gone, Bella’s nightmares reach new heights. This time, Toni listens to every riddled warning. Makes notes to be afraid of the color red and to not be afraid of the moonlight. Thankfully, Bella spending time with Jacob seems to help some. Jacob is the kind of solid support that her sister needs, a normal friend, until he turns out to be a werewolf. Sam and Leah, her high school friends who just stopped talking to her one day, are werewolves. There’s also a guy that keeps coming into the diner and asking after the Cullen family, which puts Toni’s teeth on edge. Then Bella takes off, again, and Toni’s world becomes red. Like the hair that flashes across her vision, the mark on the side of her throat, the matching punctures circling her dad’s wrist, the scarf wound around diner guy’s neck, the shining pendant of one of Bella’s classmates. Suddenly, it seems like no one in their sleepy little town is entirely human. Bella returns, saving one nightmare and walking into another one.

Part III – Titian to shatter when needed

Toni is no longer human, neither is her dad. With a little bit of magic and tragedy, their changing process was halted. Dhampir is what she is now, not quite human and not quite vampire, and she doesn’t have much time to adjust. Her poor dad is still trying to reconcile the whole vampire thing, with Doctor Cullen’s help, and Toni spends most of her time with Jasper while trying to understand what she’s become. Diner guy has become Gabriel and is always around, but she doesn’t care if they’re the same species because he still sets her teeth on edge. (She’s also avoiding her sister, who wants to be a vampire because she’s seen herself as a vampire for years before she ever realized her nightmares were actually visions. Toni doesn’t want to be around for Edward’s brooding when he discovers that Bella doesn’t want to be a vampire for him. Bella wants to be a vampire for Bella, which means talking her out of changing is going to be impossible.) On top of the changes, there’s an army being built and Bella is convinced that there’s going to be a fight. Toni believes her sister, she knows better than to doubt her at this point, and things get even stranger. The vampires and werewolves start working together, Sam and Leah actually start talking to her again, and her (hopefully human) best friend returns to Forks to take over her family’s funeral home. The witch that saved her life won’t glance her way, which gets awkward considering how much time teenaged Alana spends around Jacob and the wolves. Also, Jasper fought in the Civil War? She almost decks him when he mentions being in the south at the time, with plans to claim she was just testing her strength, when he tells her about joining the Union and sneaking into the south to help others escape. The history lessons are fun, almost as fun as punching werewolves in the face, but the fun doesn’t last. The fight arrives, Bella’s nightmares becoming reality once more, and her sister is still so frighteningly fragile. So human. Even Toni and Charlie are practically human next to newborn vampires, but they join the fight anyway. Anything to keep Bella safe, now that they can. The fight ends in their favor, but the fight wasn’t so black-and-white. One vampire is spared, a girl younger than even Bella, and Toni and Charlie are tasked with getting Bree to safety before the Volturi can arrive. They manage their escape, they win the day, and Toni still has to listen to Bella scream at night about the monsters coming to rip them apart.

Part IV – Sable they say that the biggest stars burn brightly and die quickly.

Bella gets engaged, and Toni takes the plunge and kisses Jasper. She’d resisted during all of their tense moments, when they were pressed close and a movie would have had them bridge the gap, and waits until a quiet moment. It’s just the two of them, talking like they always do, and she kisses him like it’s something she’s done a hundred times before. In that moment, the pain of having vampire venom halted in her veins feels almost worth it. To have this moment with her best friend. Bella gets married, Toni gets to laugh at Jacob pulling at his best-man tux, and Jasper makes it look like she knows how to dance. (If she accidentally walks into a room to see her dad crying and the good doctor tenderly wiping his tears away, it’s a secret that she’ll keep for eternity.) While her sister enjoys her honeymoon, Toni gets to learn what makes Jasper laugh and what gets him to say her name in that way that makes her knees feel like jelly. Life is finally peaceful in their quiet sleepy town, until Bella walks into the Cullen’s house with a very visible baby bump a few weeks later. Toni stays by her sister’s side, mainly to attempt to get her to change the awful baby names that she picked out, and she watches as all their alliances start to fall apart. Witches don’t trust the unknown. Werewolves don’t trust the unknown. Vampires don’t trust the unknown. The only problem is, Bella’s baby isn’t an unknown. Alice can’t see the baby, but Bella can and Toni trusts Bella. One night, Bella wakes up laughing and tells Toni that everything is going to be perfect. The baby is going to be healthy, and Bella is going to be what she was always meant to be. Again, Bella is right. Things look dire for a while, her dad can’t go more than half an hour without a panic attack, and then there’s Nessie. (Toni refuses to say the entire name. It’s either Ren or Nessie.) Bella wakes up, and their family is whole. While the others marvel at her sister’s control, Toni isn’t surprised at all. Because this is who Bella was born to be. They get moments of bliss before the nightmares start again, Bella doesn’t need sleep to suffer through nightmares, and the Volturi come for them. For Nessie. Alice. Edward. Jasper. It’s a fight, it’s always a fight, and Toni doesn’t back down. She meets other vampires, what she thinks of as real vampires with their blood red eyes, and snaps her teeth at the ones who think she’s lesser for only being half of what they are. (She believes her human half is what makes her special.) Her only solace is with Jasper, and then the fight comes. Watching lines of black cross the white snow frightens her, but Toni stands her ground next to her family and she fights. They fight, and they win.

Part V – Mazarine achilles was the sun but baby, you were always a supernova

They get to see Nessie grow up, to see their family expand, and Toni is so happy that she feels like she could burst with it. Even Jasper smiles most days, and they start their life together. He shows her all the places she dreamed of seeing and never believed would be possible, and they frequently meet up with other members of their family. Edward and Bella, in France, traveling with Nessie and Bree. Jacob and Alana, in Spain, after the kids have enjoyed their own extended honeymoon. Sam and Leah and Paul and Sara, back in Forks, keeping the quiet town safe. Esme and Tanya and Garrett and Kate, under the beautifully dark Alaskan sky. Alice and Rosalie and Emmett and Gabriel in London, laughing in the streets. Carlisle and Charlie, in Brazil, where Toni and her dad can stay in the sunlight all day long without the fear of burning. Years pass, beautiful memories and beautiful moments, and Toni cherishes Jasper’s every sigh and laugh. When Bella finds her, with tears in her glowing golden eyes, Toni knows that this is it. Bella has dreamed of the monsters that would come for them since they were little girls. They’d glimpsed the monsters, and that had been a mistake. The monsters had seen them in return, knew what to expect and had time to plan, and Toni takes her sister’s hands and promises her that this time will be different. This time, they’ll kill them all and show them what real monsters can do.

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