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2-guns-b1tch · 11 months ago

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Midnight Visitor

Rating: Explicit +18

Pairing: BTAA! Scarecrow x F!Reader

I really wanted to write something about the Scarecrow from the Audio Adventures. I love his voice and his mannerisms so much. Sorry if this a little OOC, i think i wasn't able to portray him exactly right, but I hope you like this and let me now if I forgot to mention a trigger warning.

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+18 Minors DNI!!! Fear Play, Mildly Dubious Consent, Breathplay if you squint, Vaginal Sex.

The waiting room is practically empty when you come in. The only person in there is Miss Gold and she seems to be getting ready to leave for her lunch break.

"Hello, Miss Gold," your voice breaks the silence, making her jump on her chair.

Miss Gold snaps her head in your direction, laughing softly with a hand on her chest when she realizes is actually you.

"Oh, hello, Mrs. Crane. I was sou caught that you startled me."

Miss Gold has been Jonathan's secretary for almost two years. She was a little shorter than you, wearing high heels to make up for the missing inches. Her round, rosy cheeks reminded you of a peach, matching her plumper silhouette. Her clothes were often pastel and soft, which made her stand out in the dull environment of the clinic.

Although Miss Gold was sweet and helpful, she always had this nervous expression on her face, looking like she was on the verge of an anxiety attack constantly. You needed to have a conversation with Jonathan to find out what kind of pressure he was putting on the poor secretary.

"I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to sneak in like this," you say, approaching her table. "I came to bring Jonathan's lunch. Is he here?"

Miss Gold nods, "Yes, he is, dear. Would you like me to let him know you're here?"

"You don't have to, thank you. Go enjoy your lunch, Miss Gold. I will take care of the doctor now.”

You say goodbye before she leaves and you knock on Jonathan's door, his voice on the other end signaling you to come in.

"What's so important, Miss-" Jonathan lifts his head towards you, the annoyed expression on his face being washed away when he lays his eyes on you, a small smile forming on the corners of his lips.

You can't help but shiver as you walk over to his desk. The old, dark furniture gave the room a gloomy air, the dim lights creating strange shadows. But what made you feel more uneasy were the old Argus Studios posters hanging on the walls. Basil Karlo's wicked gaze followed you wherever you went.

You try to shake off that feeling when Jonathan gets up and meets you halfway.

"What do I owe the pleasure of your honorable presence?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

You pull him by his orange tie – the same one you had gifted him last Christmas – until he was at your level and you could kiss him on the cheek.

"You forgot that at home, so I thought I'd stop by to deliver it to you," you lift the lunchbox, handing it to him.

He slaps a hand on his forehead, giving a breathy chuckle as he shakes his head. "What would I do without my dear wife?"

"You would probably end up forgetting your head somewhere," you pat him at the shoulder before sitting down on the therapy couch.

Jonathan just nods, sitting next to him. He opens the package, admiring for a few seconds what you had packed before he started eating.

You watch him finish the salad in just a few bites and then stuff his mouth full of spaghetti. He licks his lips, letting out a few moans of delight between bites.

"Good to know you still like my food," you comment out Loud.

"How could I not? That was one of the main reasons I married you."

You try to look offended by giving him a weak slap on the arm, but you can't hide your smile when he starts laughing.

"You're terrible!"

"You can't go back now. Until death do us part, remember?" he shrugs as if there's nothing you can do. “Besides, we both know you’re crazy about me."

You roll your eyes at him, but your fingers troke your wedding ring, a warm sensation spreading across your chest.

"You look hungry. What would you have eaten if I hadn’t brought your lunch?"

He shrugs as he finishes chewing. "I probably would have asked Miss Gold to buy me something. Don't worry."

But it was impossible not to worry. In these last months, Jonathan left early in the morning and returned only late at night. He said he was too busy at the office and that you shouldn't wait for him awake. Even then you always woke up when he arrived home and helped him take off his clothes, only being able to talk for a few minutes until he fell asleep exhausted.

Of course you were grateful for the comfortable life his jobs provided, and you were very proud of his career as a doctor and professor, but you didn't want him to work until he killed himself.

You run your fingers through his hair, brushing a few strands off his forehead. He definitely needed a cut. On top of that, he looked even thinner and the dark circles under his eyes were getting bigger. But even after all these years together, he was still the man of your dreams. A little mean and weird, but you didn't want it any other way.

Jonathan stares at you, his gaze as warm and loving as ever. But at the same time it seemed so far away, as if he wasn't really there.

"Today they're going to reprise some classic horror movies. What do you think? You, me, a bucket of popcorn?" you propose.

"I'm sorry, dear. Not today. I have some tests that I need to go through and-" Jonathan begins to explain himself, but you interrupt him.

"It's okay, you have work to do. I get it.”

You bite your tongue, hating how angry you sound. You didn't want to take your frustrations out on him, but you missed Jonathan so much. You missed dancing with him as he hummed some silly music he made up. To watch the classic horror movies he loved so much. To simply be able to talk to him without Jonathan falling asleep in the middle of a sentence. And you missed the sex, too.

Jonathan was still affectionate, of course, but the caresses and touches boiled down to a quick kiss before he left or a hug when he arrived. Nothing more than that. Now, Jonathan left a void around the house, like a ghost walking in the halls.

He places the lunch box on the coffe table, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You're upset, I understand.”

You move your gaze to your lap. "I'm not upset. I'm just... tired. I’ve barely seen you these last few days."

He puts his hand over yours, his skin feeling cold against your own.

"I know these past months have been difficult. But I'll make it up to you," he strokes your cheek, tilting your chin to look into your eyes. "I promise."

You really want to believe him, but a part of you suspects that these are empty promises. This behavior will keep repeating itself and you will keep forgiving him, until eventually you drift further apart.

A paranoid little voice in the back of your mind suggests a hypothesis for Jonathan's absence and you hate yourself for thinking about something like that. What if he was cheating on you? What if all this distance over the past few months was actually someone between you.

Jonathan wasn't that kind of man, but the voice kept repeating. What if? What if he had grown tired of you? What if that person was more beautiful? Or more interesting? What if they made him happier than you?

The idea makes your stomach turn and you swallow dry. You pull your hand from his grip, getting up from the couch.

"I should go," you say as you put the lunchboxes back in the bag. "After all, you have a lot of work to do."

You feel numb as Jonathan follow you to the door, barely feeling the goodbye kiss he places on your forehead.

You wish you had walked out of the office hoping that things would get better or at least satisfied that this is just a temporary crisis that all couples have to face at some point.

Instead, doubt and a feeling of distress accompany you all the way home.

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You stir awake, being pulled slowly from your dreams. Everything seems hazy and fuzzy as you run you fingers over Jonathan’s bedside, but you only find his side cold and empty. You sigh in frustration, letting your head sink against the pillow again. You should be used to it by now.

The alarm on your bedside table signals that it's past midnight, the numbers on the digital clock flashing through the darkness of the room. You snuggle under the covers again, almost forgetting what woke you up in the first place. Sleep is so tempting and you start to drift off.

But an insistent sound keeps you awake. You stare at the ceiling, your eyes getting used to the darkness as you begin to make out what exactly the noise was.

Steps. Someone was walking around the apartment.

You pull the sheets, the sole of your foot meeting the cold floor. You try not to assume the worst as you get out of bed. Maybe it was just Jonathan coming home from work.

You step into the hallway, turning on the switch, but the light bulb flickers a few time before the shadows envelop you once more. You sigh, cursing yourself silently. The hallway light wasn’t working properly and you were supposed to change it weeks ago.

You walk slowly with your arms extended in front of your body so you don’t bump into anything until you can reach the bathroom door. You turn the lights on and a momentary feeling of safety rushes over you. Everything looks okay in the bathroom, so you decide to let the lights on and the door open to let a little bit o the light illuminate the hallway.

After that you go to check the living room and the kitchen. Your thin nightgown isn't enough to keep you warm on that cold night and you hug yourself, a shiver running through your skin.

You finally go to the front door to test the handle. To your relief, is locked and the bolt was in place. Even though you lived in a safe neighborhood you still had your fears, after all, Gotham is Gotham. You can never be too sure.

Maybe it was just a dream? You wonder for a second until you notice the light in Jonathan's office leaking through the small crack in the door. As you get closer, the sound of mumbling and papers being flipped through becomes more noticeable. Jonathan was really incorrigible. After hours at his office, he brought even more work home.

"Jon, you should go to bed," you stop in front of the door, rubbing your eyes until they get used to the brightness of the room.

You had the clear image of Jonathan in your head. He'd be sitting behind his desk with a tired expression on his face, pen hanging loose in his hand while he is finishing giving grades fos his students’ tests. You would whisper in a sweet tone and stroke his hair until he agreed to follow you back to bed.

Instead, your heart sinks as your eyes fall on the stranger leaning over Jonathan's desk, papers scattered everywhere. He was tall and thin, wearing a brown suit. His face was covered by a patched mask, a rope around his neck.

You've heard and read countless stories about him, but you never expected that one day you'd come face to face with the Scarecrow.

Sleep is a distant thing now. The adrenaline coursing through your veins makes your whole body tense, your feet stuck on the ground. Your instincts scream at you to run, fight, do anything, but the idea of moving seems impossible. All you can do is watch transfixed as Scarecrow stares at you from across the room, a heavy, suffocating silence forming between the two of you.

For some reason he seems as surprised as you do, as if he didn't expect someone to show up.

He walks around the table with slow steps, his hands raised in the air. "Hush. I didn't come here to hurt you," he sounds calm and... strangely familiar. But the grim smile sewn into his mask doesn't help to reassure you.

This is like a nightmare. The kind where you stay in the same place while running, unable to distance yourself from the monster that chases you, no matter how hard you try. But now, the monster wouldn't disappear when you opened your eyes. No matter how much you blink, he's still there.

He's only a few inches away, his hand almost touching your arm, when your feet finally work again and you run out of the room, heading towards the kitchen.

You can hear the Scarecrow right behind you through the rapid beating of your heart, his footsteps reverberating against the hardwood floor, but you don't dare look back.

Your first extinct is to open one of the drawers to grab the biggest knife you can find. You turn just in time to see the Scarecrow standing in the kitchen doorway, your trembling hands gripping the handle of the knife as you point the blade at him. The shadows cast strange shapes on his face, making the smile on his mask seem even bigger. For a moment he looks like one of the monsters from Jonathan's movies.

"Don't come closer!" you scream.

He ignores your order, taking one step toward you and then another. Approaching in the same careful manner that a predator approaches its prey.

You swallow, your wobbly legs seeming to be unable to bear your own weight. "If you come any closer I-I... I'm going to hurt you."

He pauses for a moment, tilting his head as he studies you. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves ma’am. You don't want to make any rash decisions."

"Stay away from me! My husband is going to arrive any moment and he's going to-"

The Scarecrow throws his head back in a cruel laugh that sends a shiver down your spine, as if you've said something stupid.

"Look at you, trying to rationalize with fear. So brave," he shakes his head, approaching again.

With every step he takes, you take another step back in a futile attempt to increase the distance between you. You keep retreating until you're backed against the kitchen counter and that's when it lunges at you. He slaps your hand, throwing your knife across the room.

You try to scream, but he presses his hand over your mouth to muffle your cries for help. You flinch at the sensation of the cold leather of his gloves on your skin, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your arm.

You're like a deer at headlights, too scared to fight for your survival. He was so close now, you could see his eyes through the holes in the mask, deep brown circles staring back at you. His pupils were dilated, he was enjoying it.

To your horror, he presses his face against your neck. He inhales deeply against your skin, letting out a satisfied hum. The hair on the back of your neck stands up and you shiver against his grip.

"You’re afraid, aren’t you? You’re afraid, and it’s delicious,” he whispers close to your ear, his voice becoming dark and low as he takes a sharp inhale. "Mmm. You fear is so sweet, I can almost taste it on my tongue. Oh, darling. You're terrified," he laughs hoarsely.

You close your eyes so tightly that you can see little white spots. The whole world seems to spin and you feel dizzy. Would he drug you with the fear gas that all the news have been talking about? Or maybe force you to swallow some of the drugs he makes that look like Halloween candy? You can only think of Jonathan coming home to find your lifeless body lying on the kitchen floor.

The sob you let out goes almost unnoticed and you think he'll just ignore you, but the Scarecrow leans back, your eyes meeting as tears roll down your face.

"Shhh. No crying. Those aren't the kind of tears I want from you," he says in a soft, almost soothing tone as he strokes your hair. "I'll let you talk now, but don't scream. Got it?"

You nod as best you can and he finally pulls his hand off of you. Your tongue feels heavy inside your mouth when you try to speak.

"Wha... What are you going to do with me?" you ask.

"I'm still deciding," he shrugs.

"I don't have anything you want."

"Maybe I don't want something you have. Maybe I want you to do something for me. Have you thought about that?"

His words take a second to fully hit you. You wish you had misunderstood, but it was impossible not to notice the way he looked at you, how his eyes traveled up and down your body. Your breath gets caught in your throat and you shake your head.

"Please don't. I... I have a husband and he-"

Scarecrow interrupts you with a loud sigh. "You keep talking about your husband, but where is he?"

You open your mouth to answer him, but close it right away, pressing your lips into a thin line. You didn't know where Jonathan really was. Maybe he wasn't even in the office. What if he had lied to you?

He continues in a low tone, as if he's telling you a secret. "What kind of husband leaves his wife like that? So lonely. So vulnerable," one of his hands goes down slowly to caress the bare flesh of your thigh while the other grips your waist. You are startled by the feeling of his hands on you, how his touch is surprisingly slow and sensual. You find yourself thinking about Jonathan for a second before remembering that he's not the one touching you.

"Were you waiting for him? That's why you're wearing this nightgown? How lovely," his laugh makes your cheeks heat up. "Lucky me."

He drags his hand up your stomach, running along your sides, teases one of your breasts until your nipple is a stiffen bud underneath your nightgown. You try to look distant on the outside, but it’s impossible to deny the wetness forming between your legs. You bite the inside of your cheek hard enough to hold in any noises.

You don't want that. You don't want his hands on you. You don't want his body against yours. But you can't remember the last time you felt wanted. It's been so long since you and Jonathan had sex. You're so tired of feeling alone.

Even with these ideas running through your head, you place a hand against his chest, opening up a bit of space between the two of you.

"No. That's not right," you say, "I don't... I don't want this."

"Oh, don't be like that," he whispers, rubbing his face against you neck. "That could be our little secret. I'm not going to tell anyone. I promise."

The air is drawn out of your lungs, as if you've been punched in the stomach. You turn your head slowly, the words stuck in your throat.

"Jonathan?" you mutter.

His body tenses suddenly, and he tilts his head back, staring at you wide-eyed, like a child who just got caught with his hand inside the cookie jar. How could you not have noticed before? Maybe it was fear confusing your senses, but all the signs were there. The same tall, slender silhouette, the long limbs, the deep brown eyes. The same voice. The same laugh.

He breaks the silence with a low laugh, shaking his head.

"I knew I couldn't fool your forever. You always have been so smart."

He lifts the mask slowly, revealing every bit of his face. The face you knew so well. Jonathan's face.

A million questions cross your mind, but before you can say anything Jonathan presses you against the counter again, capturing your lips.

You gasp and throw a fist into his chest, pressing your teeth against his bottom lip, biting hard enough to hurt, but this jusy makes Jonathan growls like a mad dog. His hands run all over your body, not knowing where to stop. He tugs at your nightgown, the cold air sending shivers through your skin as he grabs and squeezes every bit of flesh he can reach.

The kiss is demanding and sloppy, his hot tongue trailing across your lips and invading your mouth. All you can do is hold on to Jonathan as if your life depended on it, making him grunt as your nails sink into his covered back.

There's something familiar about how your bodies move in sync. A sensual dance that the two of you had done thousands of times before. But now there's a hunger behind Jonathan's movements, something possessive, as if he won’t let you escape. Maybe you were as hungry as he was.

The next moment your world changes perspective as Jonathan turns you around, lowering you down onto the kitchen counter until your cheek is pressed against the cold surface. You moan softly as he lifts the thin material of your nightgown, his mouth leaving warm kiss on the skin of your back.

He pulls your panties down, kicking your legs apart. You were practically naked, while Jonathan was fully clothed, having only taken off his mask and gloves. You feel so exposed, nothing to hide yourself while Jonathan stares at you laid bare before him.

You can hear him shuffling behind you, undoing his own belt and pants in a hurry. You turn your head just in time to see him approaching, his flushed cock pressing against your pussy, making you both grunt together. You don't even care if it hurts, all you want is Jonathan inside you. Filling you completely. Fuck, you want him so bad.

He gathers some of your wetness, his dick sliding in between your folds in slow movements. You moan softly when the tip catches on your clit, the sweet sensation making you buckle your hips towards him.

"Jonny..." you whine, "Please."

Jonathan laughs in a mocking tone, but you know he's not in the mood for teasing either.

You’re wet enough so there is no resistance as he presses intou you, your walls stretching to accommodate his cock. Jonathan moves slowly, leaving you’re both panting when he’s fully inside you. The pain and the pleasure mix deliciously, you missed him so much.

The first thrust takes the air out of your lungs. The second makes your legs tremble. The third makes your back arch and a sweet sound leave your lips. He keeps rutting against you, slow and deep. The wet sound of your bodies combined and your moans reverberate through the walls.

"You're the perfect victim, you know?" he says in between grunts, "You're so beautiful when you're scared. Oh, and when you started running – Fuck... I almost lost my mind. I wanted to take you right there on the floor."

You clench around him, driving him even deeper into you. Jonathan realizes the effect his words have on you, giving you a breathless chuckle.

"Did you like that? Do you like the idea of a maniac fucking you?"

The idea shouldn't be so tempting, but you can't stop thinking about Jonathan hiding in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal himself and pull you into the darkness with him, where he could do whatever he wanted to you.

You nod weakly and he grips you tighter, his nails leaving half-moon marks on the soft skin of your waist. His pace is brutal now, your body moving everytime his hips hits your backside.

"Next time... Hah... I'll give you some of the toxin, just enough to keep you on the edge and a little scared," he takes a sharp breath, throwing his head back, "And then... I'm going to put on my mask and I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop."

You open your mouth, but you can’t form words to save your life, so you reach out behind you

to something to hold until your fingers find the rope around Jonathan’s neck and you pull him towards you. He lets out a surprised sound, turning into a sinful moan. His chest is against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder.

It’s good. It’s so fucking good. You can’t believe you almost forgot how good it was to have him inside you. You make a silent promise to never let him leave again.

One of his hands moves around your body, his fingers meeting your throbbing clit. He makes quick circles around it, pinching and pressing on it hard. For a moment it all seems too much and not enough at the same time. His cock moving inside you, the pressure on your clit. It was overwhelming in the best kind of way.

With your cheek pressed against the counter and tears streaming down your face, you can feel your orgasm approaching. Behind you, Jonathan's movements get more and more out of rhythm and you know he's not that far away either.

He keeps one hand in between your legs while the other lays flat on your mid section, pulling you close to him, your bodies still glued together.

"Tell me -Ah... Tell me who I am,” he mumbles, cheek nuzzled in your temple. “Tell me what I am,” almost sound like he is begging and you could never say no to him.

"Scarecrow!" the word leaves your lips before you know it. "You're the Scarecrow."

"Yes! That’s right! That’s right, good girl. My good girl,” his praise goes straight to your pussy and you squeeze him impossibly tight.

You throw your head back, stretching your neck until you can kiss him. It’s all teeth and tongue while he keeps moving inside you with shallow thrusts.

Your orgasm hits you so hard that almost hurts. The knot in your lower belly finally snaps and the wave of carnal bliss washes over your. Jonathan comes right after you. He curses between clenched teeth, his hips curling, his breath hot on your skin as he fills your cunt with hot wads of cum.

You both breathe heavily in the middle of the kitchen, your sweaty bodies intertwined perfectly. Thank God he is holding you, because you barely can feel your legs and if it weren’t for him you know you would be on the floor by this point.

Jonathan snuggles up against your neck, murmuring something sweet, but your mind is too hazy now to hear him. You bring a hand up to his head, stroking his hair.

As you come down from you high, reality finally hits you. One of Gotham's most wanted criminals just came inside you and now he's cuddling you. Oh, and coincidentally, he's your husband... Fuck.

#jonathan crane #the scarecrow #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow smut #btaa scarecrow #batman rouges #rogue gallery #jonathan crane x you #scarecrow x you

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bangtaninborderland · 2 years ago

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MYG- Music To My Heart pt. 2

summary: you helped yoongi get past a musical block, he finally shows you the song but it was nothing like you’d expected.

part 1

It was exactly two weeks before the countdown for the song had begun, army going crazy over the teaser for the new single Dawn, yoongi had been in higher spirits ever since that night in the studio. He had even asked you to go yourself, calling your presence a blessing to his artistry.

The usual before a song release would be yoongi waiting around Hybe, either hidden in his studio or in the company of another member. Very rarely would he be home to watch a release unfold so you knew it must have been a special occasion when he stayed in the apartment with you, moving you both to the couch to join the countdown for the music video.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, nodding towards the timer on the flatscreen.

He continues to pet Holly who situated himself in between you both, paws tucked under the blanket covering your legs. “I don’t like to think too much about these things, this song is just one I particularly liked so I feel excited. It’s not like I can go back and change it.”

“You should be so proud of yourself, you worked hard for this and the fans will know that.” You shifted closer to him, hand reaching out to massage the base of his neck.

He leans into your touch, eyelids fluttering. “I’m nervous for you to see it.”

“Don’t be, did you forget I’m number one in min yoongis fan club.” You laugh lightly.

He shakes his head, not enough to disturb your soft moulding of his skin. “There’s a million people who would have different opinions.”

“Yeah, and Jungkook would be the first one in line to do that.” You sigh dramatically, causing you both to laugh.

The rapper shrugs his shoulders, smirking. “What can I say I’m an idol of idols.”

“Min Yoongi have you no shame or has it all disappeared because of the “big house, big car and big rings?”

He buried his face in his hands, flushing red with embarrassment as he laughs at the old lyrics. “Stop it.”

“Oh, it’s starting!” You shout excitedly, nudging him to face the screen. “I can’t believe you didn’t let me hear it before now.”

Regardless of your continuous badgering and occasional bribery, he wouldn’t let you hear the song, declaring you could only listen to it once the music video had been released. You’d given up after he locked you out of his studio for two days.

The soft melody began playing, the music video starts out in flashes of black white and grey. Your eyes are glued to the screen.

“Is that?” You noticed the soft humming tone he had made you record, playing over the sound of a piano.

“It’s you.” He responded, you didn’t question any further wanting to take in the entirety of the song.

The music video shows him travelling through some sort of timeline, images of the locations you’d met at and been on special dates to flickering in the background. The lyrics caused you to tear up, the words being more meaningful than anything you’d ever heard before.

“Oh, I'm runnin' round in a daze

We been walkin' so many ways

Feels like my heart's about to burst

Can't you see the take two?

Stories unfoldin' just for you

Youth with you by my side

Take my hands now”

The last verse came on and you broke, drawing in a choked breath as you pull his hand closer to you.

“It was possible because I was with you

I was happy being with you

I breathe in your voice

I stood up with your tears

Do I deserve your love?

The intersection of souls we've created over the years

I am so grateful and happy to be with you

Let's continue to be happy in the future”

You noticed the grainy picture of you two in the background, neither of your faces showing but you remembered it anyway, it was the day he had asked you out.

You wiped your face as the song came to a close, the last notes being the song you always whistled whenever you were cooking.

You’d never heard something so powerful, you’d never heard a song that held so much meaning and although you were an avid fan of the entire bts and agust d discography this was by far the most beautiful song you’d ever heard. The message being clearly a one of devotion, love and thanks. Something you often realised you’d never understand so clearly if you hadn’t met the man beside you.

As you turn to face him you realise how eyes are trained on you, you doubted he had watched a moment of the music video. “It was so beautiful.”

He ran a hand down the side of your face, wiping away a stray tear. Search the song.”

“What?” You gave him a puzzled look pulling out your phone.

As you typed the title into Naver a ton of results followed, mostly articles about the release of the song. “Now what?”

“Search the credits.” He laughed, watching your eyes.

You did as he instructed and began reading through them. You went stoic with shock as you see the word “ace” below the melody section.

When you’d first met each other he had always called you that because he said you were the ace of multitasking. Dealing with your own job and supporting him at all times whilst making him his favourite foods whenever you could.

“Yoongi I don’t know what to say it’s all so perfect.” You began crying again and this time he brought you closer to him, careful to mind the sleeping dog as he pulls your head to his neck.

“I wanted to thank you for everything these past few years. For being my best friend and accepting partner, for loving me and the members. I’ll never not be grateful to have you.” It’s only when you pull back you realise he too has tears in his eyes.

You lean in to kiss him, the action speaking louder than words. “I love you Min Yoongi.”

“I hope I can spend the rest of my life with you.” He whispers back, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You kiss his head in return earning a smile.

“You really are something.” He laughs, lacing his fingers with yours.

“Wait until your number one fanboy Jungkook finds out you made a song about me.”

He rolls his eyes, fake groaning. “I’ll never hear the end of it.”

You humm, tapping your chin dramatically.“You won’t but neither will I.”

“And why is that?” He raises an eyebrow, cockily.

“Because I’m yours forever.”

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cluelessatthispoint · 2 years ago

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HI ITS PLATONIC YANDERE ANOM HERE AGAIN IM SO SORRY FOR COMING IN YOUR ASKS AGAIN BUT I NEEDED TO GET THE IDEA OUT OF MY SYSTEM BEFORE I COMPLETELY FORGET ABOUT IT IM SORRY!!!!

I keep thinking of a platonic Yandere!RED Pyro with either a BLU Engineer!Reader or BLU Spy!Reader. The idea of Pyro, an absolute menace of a human, a danger to everything and everyone to some degree, a complete pyromaniac and ABSOLUTELY NOT sane in the head caring so deeply for someone who they are supposed to kill just fills my lil heart with joy.

Yes, they did force you to join their tea party with their "friends"(who are a bunch of dead parts of your teammates), they also broke all of your weapons and MAYBE went a little overboard by "begging you to stay just a little longer"(pointing their axe at you while starting directly at your soul) but like- c'mon! You two are besties!! It's normal!!!

They just want to spend their time with you out of battle! And your corpse after a battle or your severed head that Medic was experimenting on simply doesn't hit the same spot as talking to you while you are alive and "well"! Even if that means that they will have to tie you to a chair with a "lovely red and blue ribbon"(literally the tightest and itchy rope ever known to man) and "put a do not disturb sign on the door"(locking and barricading the door so nobody can leave or enter). They just want to spend time with you!! Is it so wrong to have you by their side on work days just for a few hours?? I'm sure your team won't even notice!! Just stay calm and let your good friend Pyro help you relax and forget about the outside world :D

(SORRY THIS IS SO LONG :()

To make this easier I'm going to write the reader as the BLU Spy. I really love the idea! Pyro is such a little crazy guy and I love him, not as much as engie. But it's pretty darn close. :) No worries about the long request, the more detailed the better!!!

warnings: platonic yandere, blood, mild gore and kidnapping.

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Being hired as the new BLU Spy for the BLU team was a surreal dream come true. The opportunity to go to new places and to see new things and experience different cultures while getting paid was really a great deal. Being under the tutelage of the former BLU Spy for years now you felt more ready for this job, than at any other job. The sights, the sounds, the comradery! It was perfect. Well, almost perfect.

Having worked for the team for a little over three months you began to notice right away that there was something up with the RED Pyro. That crazy arsonist seemed to target you every time in battle. No matter if you were cloaked or in disguise, he would somehow always know that you were there. It was so humiliating!

The time you disguised yourself as the RED Sniper he seemed to know right away. Remembering how you made it as far as the door to the intel room before he rounded the corner and hacked you to pieces with an axe. It was horrible. The feeling of white-hot pain and warm blood pooling out of you was one of the feelings that you would not have repeated. That damned RED Pyro, well. he has another thing coming to him that's for sure! Today for the match you made a plan. Before the RED Pyro could find you, you would find him!

The thought made you smile. With fifteen minutes till the battle started you set to finalizing every detail. Instead of cloaking and running to the RED Sniper's nest you would track around the RED base and disguise yourself as the RED Spy. Grabbing your tools and your invis watch you made your way over to the respawn room and waited. Before too long you were joined by your fellow teammates. The noisy din echoing off the tiled walls served as a comfortable distraction.

The memories of previous battles only fueled your determination. The disturbing memory of watching the previous battle's clean up flashed briefly across your mind. How from a distance you could see the enemy Pyro go digging around in the pile of corpses looking for something. You don't know why you stayed, why you watched him from afar. Maybe it was just morbid curiosity, or maybe it was just to simply be nosy. You weren't quite sure. But when the Pyro pulled your severed head from the pile you felt your knees wobble. The way he held your corpse in his arms seemed almost tender-like.

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts you readied your disguise. The voice of the Administrator signaling the start of the battle rang out loud across the field. Steeling your nerves, you cloaked yourself and headed out the door. Walking around the field, dodging bullets aimed for your fellow teammates you had only one objective in mind: to kill the RED Pyro.

Walking around the battlefield you noticed one thing that was odd. There were only eight RED's on the field. The Pyro was missing. Feeling a pit of dread well up in your abdomen you continued cautiously onwards. Finally making it inside the RED base you put on your disguise and walked freely through the halls. Every once in a while, the sound of soft footfalls from somewhere behind you made you put up your cloak in defense. Looking this way and that, there were no signs of anybody being nearby as far as you could tell.

"My nerves must be shot." Your soft voice sounded so quiet and yet so loud in the empty base.

Walking around, you couldn't find any signs of the RED arsonist anywhere. And it was really ticking you off.

Rounding a corner, you stopped dead in your tracks. There right in front of you, starring you down; like a mountain lion staring down its prey was the Pyro. Bringing a hand up to your face you adjusted your disguise, softly exhaling as you felt the paper between your gloved fingers.

"Ah, Bonsoir mon ami. I am just in here for a relaxing smoke."

Beads of sweat rolled down your masked face. Something wasn't right. The way he stared at you; something was wrong. Something here was very, very wrong. Trying to quell your rising panic you didn't notice how he took a small step forward. Then another, followed by another. Feeling your breaths increasing, you closed your eyes. Fight, flight or freeze. Three of the things that a spy should overcome if they ever wanted a chance to be successful in their career. Stopping in front of you the Pyro looked down at your disguised face. Being only a few inches shorter than him he still seemed to tower over you.

To Pyro, you looked so cute trying to disguise yourself as his friend. But he would always know who you disguised yourself as. After all you are his bestest friend. The way that you looked for him today seemed to prove that. Placing a heavy hand on your shoulder he pulled you into a hug. To you however, his hand pulled you into a chokehold. Feeling your mask slip off you flailed your arms and legs every way you could think of. Slipping free from his arms you ducked down and ran further into the base.

Feeling a smile rising to his lips he watched as you disappear as you rounded the corner. What a great friend you were; trying to find him first, then initiating a game of hide and seek. Oh boy! what fun! From the amount of time that passed from you searching him out to him choking you the battle was long over. The doors to the outside battle grounds were sealed shut. Finally happy to have his best friend over for a game of hide and seek and a sleep over he chuckled happily to himself. Oh, what a great time the two of you were going to have. Especially since the next scheduled battle would take place in a week. The idea of having a friend over for a whole week put some pep in his step.

You both were going to have a great time. Whether you liked it or not.

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Playing hide and seek with Pyro would be absolutely terrifying and so much fun at the same time!

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vxnillite · 2 years ago

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At death's door? Nah, I'm delivering these b*tches inside their house myself

this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks now 🧍it was 90% done, I just kept forgetting to proofread it 💀💀 anyway !! this is sort of a lore drop fic for Noah. In the time between the RDA's return to Pandora and the recoms coming into the fray, the RDA has actually been fighting against the natives (without recom forces), and this period lasted for about a year. I think it fits Noah's character for them to be joining in on Sully's raids, given that they did train under Fauti (@99-kroi 's OC) and underwent rituals for becoming a warrior. Adding to that, I think that, if the RDA were sending foot troops into the forests—trying to maybe burn them down to build on the land—Noah would've been ambushing those troops, but inflicting only near-fatal wounds, hoping that it would deter them. But Noah was never known to be a patient person. Eventually, they'd have enough of the RDA not taking their ambushes seriously despite how close to death they leave these soldiers. They'd let the RDA know what exactly they're dealing with.

CHARACTERS !! Noah (©️ me), Fauti & Khro'a (©️ Kroi)

IMPORTANT !! TW tags: depictions of v!olence and k!lling (read at your own risk)

[warning again, this fic is mostly violent. I'm not responsible if you're greatly disturbed or triggered. You've been warned.]

Note: italicized quotes are the characters speaking in Na'vi

In stark contrast to the buzzing and chittering of the forest was the heavy clunking of metal as a group of a dozen soldiers, all mounted on Skel-suits, hacked away at the foliage. Round after round, their bullets would tear through any beast that tried to jump at them. The soldiers would cheer every time they put down a big one.

The captain, a burly army veteran, grinned as he picked up the dead viperwolf by its tendrils. He brandished it like a trophy.

"Coulda killed this one even without this dang suit, dontcha think, boys," he mocked. "This planet ain't got nothing on me, on any of us!"

The soldiers howled and whistled as the captain haphazardly threw the limp creature to the side. He turned around, shifted his AR in his hands, and barked, "Alright, men, let's keep mov—"

The self-glorifying captain suddenly fell to the ground, right next to his own kill. A single arrow pierced right through his temple.

A second one whistled through the air before lodging itself in the neck of the lieutenant.

The soldiers heard an alien noise, like an animal call, echo from up on the thick treetops. They marched to formation, having no time to mourn as yet another soldier dropped to the ground. The arrow came from a different direction.

The next in command barked, "Natives! Kill on sight!"

Another call. Northeast. Everyone shifted towards it. Then arrows flew right into the back of the heads of two more men.

The soldiers then shot blindly at the trees, their bullets flying through nothing but leaves and bark. Their attackers signaled again, then three men went down.

Four to go.

"Keep shooting! We'll hit one eventually!"

And hit one they did. A loud, pained hiss told the soldiers so, but it came at the cost of two more of their own. The survivors stood with their backs to each other. They rained another round of bullets at the trees. By the end of it, another arrow came flying back at them.

And then there was one.

He stood still in the middle of all his fallen comrades. A part of him told him to just wait for his own death to come when he heard the attackers call again. He wasn't versed in the language to realize it had been different from the others.

The soldier howled as an arrow pierced through his shoulder. Seconds later, he fell to his knees. He couldn't feel his legs anymore. How his whole body could then feel both painful and numb at the same time would've driven him crazy if not for the fact that his head was already pounding crazily, like someone was banging a drum right next to his ear. He barely heard the sound of something landing next to his twitching body with a thud, but as they turned him over onto his back, the soldier came face to face to his attacker. They put a foot on his chest, kicking air out of his lungs, and spoke, unexpectedly, in English.

"I know you can hear me, so better listen the fuck up, mga putangina kayo. You stupid fucking assholes just couldn't back off no matter what the fuck I do," they hissed, "I've let your soldiers go back out of mercy. I thought that would keep you the fuck away, but no!" They drove their foot harder down onto the soldier's chest. "So, no more playing nice. As long as you keep sending troops out here, not a single fucking one of your soldiers will be coming back, starting with this unit."

With his entire body paralyzed, the soldier had no choice but to stare up in horror at the blade hovering inches over his chest.

But more terrifying was the face of the one that held the bladed staff. It was the last thing he ever saw.

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Noah glared at the lifeless soldier—rather, the camera on his suit—one last time before pulling their staff from the dead man's chest. Their hands shook as they did—from anger, rather than the struggle.

Then they turned around as Fauti and Khro'a jumped off from their branches. Noah's face immediately softened with concern when they saw the bullet wounds on Khro'a's arm. They rushed towards him, worried.

"Hey, hey—I'm fine! Don't worry," he reassured, "Just a nick on the arm. The people back at camp can fix me right up."

"Then you stay right there. Do not move an inch."

"But, my arrows—"

"I will get them."

Fauti cut off both of them. "I already have them."

He approached the two, all 12 arrows in his hands. The serrated tips were coated in blood with some bits of flesh still stuck to them.

"Why didn't you kill that last one right away," Fauti asked.

"I wanted to send the RDA a message."

Khro'a then asked, "Wouldn't that make you a target? They'd know who's been ambushing all their forest troops."

"Let those bastards know," Noah scoffed, the huff of breath fueled with rage, "I don't give a shit if they hunt me down. I'd like to see them fucking try."

Furrowed brows slacked as Noah caught sight of the slain viperwolf. They approached the creature solemnly and knelt before it, grimacing at the evidence of a round of bullets it had suffered from.

Fauti and Khro'a gathered behind Noah in the same solemn silence.

Noah touched the viperwolf's head gently. "Those men toyed with you, as they did with many of your kind. May your spirits run free with the Great Mother."

Then they rose and turned to the men behind them. Fauti stepped forward and put a consoling hand on their shoulder.

"Let go of your anger for now, Noah," he said, "We must head back to the village."

Before leaving, the three looted the soldiers of their weapons and ammo. Everything that wasn't permanently attached to the Skel-suits, they were taking it all back to High Camp. They called for their pa'li right after. Then they rode to a cliffside where they could safely call for and mount their ikran.

While the three were in the air, Noah spoke out of the blue. They were sheepish, to say the least. What was the right way to thank your friends for helping you kill a bunch of enemy soldiers anyway? But they pushed themselves to say what felt right.

"Thanks for coming with me. You didn't have to."

"Eh, what are friends for," Khro'a shrugged, "And, I can't believe you didn't tell me about this!"

"And me," Fauti joined in, "Going after the enemy on your own is dangerous. I thought I taught you better."

"You did, and I'm sorry. I just thought—"

"Especially for someone your size."

Noah sputtered and their eyes widened at Fauti. He was smirking quite a bit, seemingly proud of himself. Khro'a, flying next to the older Na'vi, was holding back a laugh, failing in the most obvious manner.

Teeth clicked with frustration. "This is all your fucking fault, Khro'a," Noah glared at the man, ears flat with embarrassment, "He's never pointed it out before!"

"Hey, I'm not the one who made the joke! Why are you mad at me?"

Noah clicked their tongue. "Oh, don't act dumb! Who else would he have learned that from?!"

"Huh, Khro'a, you were right," Fauti chimed in, chuckling, "Their reaction is very funny."

#avatar fanfiction #avatar the way of water #avatar james cameron #oc fic #avatar 2 #noah #khro'a #fauti #lore drop

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ashknife · 2 years ago

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The Firewall

This is my entry to the 2022 Inklings Challenge (@inklings-challenge). Although I keep it fade-to-black, the story contains elements of violence and prostitution. Feel free to point out errors and nitpick. I'm out of time to spend on this during the challenge (yay library school), but I can make corrections as needed.

I'm on Team Lewis. This is a portal fantasy that starts in a computer simulation. Transition to the real world happens through a wall of fire, hence the title. Fire plays a role in separation and new birth, while water (primarily through tears) speaks of redemption and forgiveness. Story after the break.

The Firewall

“Bernie. Yo, Bernie!”

Bernie drew a sharp breath as he faced his interruption: a man dressed in a suit just like he was, sporting shades, a gold watch, slick hair, handgun hidden under the coat. The only difference was that this man had blonde hair, while Bernie’s was a solid brown.

“What’s the matter, buddy? Did ya forget to breathe?” Bernie shook his head as if to clear…something. He wasn’t sure what, but it was something.

“I…maybe.” He looked back at the object of his fascination. Just inside an abandoned building, on the outskirts of Pleasure Circle, a wall of fire divided an empty room, but it seemed to not harm its surroundings. The flames danced with steady energy, forming patterns, shapes, and designs that were quickly consumed and replaced with others. The man gripped Bernie’s shoulder and silently observed the fire with him for a few moments.

“That is mesmerizing, isn’t it?” he finally said.

“Yeah. I don’t think I’ve seen the firewall here before, or this close. What do you think, Pat?”

“It ain’t causing us problems, just as long as nobody gets the dumb idea to get close. It’ll burn them up.”

“Shouldn’t it, you know, burn the building or something?”

“Eh, I don’t know. That’s too much mystery for me.” Pat tightened his grip on Bernie’s shoulder. “Too many questions make for uncomfortably sleepless nights. If I’m to have one of those, it should be with some good drinks, ya know what I mean?”

Bernie smirked half to himself.

“Speaking of which, our shift is nearly up, and I do believe we have some appointments to keep after.”

“Yeah. Let’s finish our patrol.”

Pleasure Circle. That’s what people call this city. It’s been around for as long as anyone can remember. The people who live here indulge day in and day out in whatever pleases them. Whether it is entertainment, booze, sex, drugs, or even just a plate of bacon and eggs with a cup of coffee, the Circle has it all, and it’s available all the time. The lights never dim, the energy is always high (or low, if that’s your thing), and there’s never a dull moment.

Even with all this play and indulgence, some find pleasure in work, and they, too, are catered to by staffing the various business and operations within the city. After all, someone has to cook the food, pour the drinks, and perform the entertainment. Sometimes there’s overindulgence, and people get unruly. That’s where folks like Bernie and Pat come in. They’re Enforcers, the security outfit of the Circle. They provide just enough order in this unruly place to keep it running smoothly. Enforcers are highly respected. Even the shadiest denizen finds their work reasonable, and it’s a crazy person who tries to openly challenge them.

Bernie and Pat rounded a corner at the outskirts and now walked toward the livelier parts of the Circle. Pat made a show of stretching.

“As expected, ain’t nobody out here,” he said.

“I wish that was always the case,” Bernie said. Pat winced.

“Hey, man, I drank three bottles of whiskey the night after we found that kid. Now I’m going to have to drink another to forget again.”

“Sorry,” Bernie said as he scratched the back of his head. “He was just eighteen, thought he’d already seen it all.”

“There’s so much to do here! How could he have already seen it all? He just became an adult. A whole new world had just opened up to him. Bah, now I’m going to need two bottles to forget.”

They were silent for several blocks.

“Hey,” Bernie said.

“Don’t,” Pat replied.

“But, really, what if…what if that kid had a point?”

Pat stopped, and Bernie with him. Pat leveled a serious look at his partner.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who needs to forget.”

Bernie tried to reply, but he looked around as if looking for the right words.

“I’ve never seen anyone jump through a firewall, either. That was grisly. Even in a place where everything is provided for us, we sometimes have to pay a price for our work. You know, for the good of the city.”

Bernie nodded slowly.

“Hey, our shift’s over, and your appointment is right over there, isn’t it?”

Bernie looked. Just a block down and across the street was one of his favorites, Castle Comforts, where everyone feels like royalty.

“We’re already here?”

“Lost sense of time, did you? Too much thinking will do that to you, buddy. Come on, I’ll walk ya there. There’s a bar not much further.”

Pat practically yanked Bernie down the street.

“Look, we’re security. Hired muscle. We keep people from hurting themselves and each other. Not a lot of time to be considering things like, ‘Why,’ and ‘How.’ That’s for them brainy types at the university over there. Lord knows how they find any of that fun.”

He spat.

“Of course, some people just don’t see why we like doing constructive things with our hands. I guess there are all types, eh? Okay, here we are, and I see there are a few ladies ready to do some work of their own.”

Castle Comforts was a hotel built like a castle that did a poor job of hiding that it was a hotel. . The giant stones of the castle wall were plastic. The English oak doors were plastic. The gold finery was also plastic. The heraldry and tapestries were more paper than cloth. However, nobody came here to reenact medieval history. A door to one of the fancier suites lay open, and surrounding it were five princesses in various states of dress. As soon as Pat dragged Bernie into the parking lot, the ladies waved and begged for an audience with their lord.

“Well, time to forget your troubles, pal.” Pat pushed Bernie forward. “Got get ‘em, Your Majesty! I’ll be at the Apollo if you need anything.”

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Bernie lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. The blinking neon sign outside occasionally broke through the blinds to wash his room with its indistinct, insufficient glow. The princesses left some time ago, but not before giving him the royal treatment promised. He endured the most exciting night he ever had and struggled now to think of any other time he had it this good. In this room, he was king. After hours of consideration, he finally made his grave decree.

“What am I doing?”

Day after day, for weeks, months, years, he worked, indulged, slept, and got up to work again. He carried drunkards, staunched wounds, directed people around the dead, and more. People were victims of their pleasure. Yet for all he had seen, he went to his dens of delight to forget. The only difference between himself and Pat? Their drug of choice. Pat thought women were exhausting. Bernie didn’t like hangovers.

The kid they found last week. Pat and Bernie stopped him from running into the firewall, but the kid fought them off with animal ferocity. He had enough of the Circle. He wanted to know what was on the other side of the firewall.

“This is pointless. Pointless,” he repeated as the Enforcers tried to wrestle him down. Eventually, the kid won, and he jumped into the firewall only to burn to death.

Bernie got up and vomited into the sink. Even the memory of burnt flesh in his nostrils was too much. He turned the faucet on, tried to clean up the sink, and rinsed his mouth out. He splashed his face with the tepid water and rubbed it through a towel before staring at it in the mirror. Empty eyes stared back at him. He shook his head. The lost couldn’t help the lost. He put his clothes on and stepped out into the night.

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Lifeless lights blinked throughout the city. Light fog and some drizzle dampened the streets and buildings with a reflective coating that bathed everything in a ghostly glow. Bernie barely noticed as he shuffled down the street. The glamour surrounding him could distract him no longer. A familiar voice, on the other hand, could.

“Heeeey, buddy!” Pat slurred from nearby. Bernie looked up. Somehow, he walked himself right to the Apollo. Pat stood just outside, surrounded by several people who laughed at his half-told jokes as he tried very hard to introduce the crowd to Bernie.

‘Thish…thish iz…” Pat cleared his throat and focused really hard on enunciating his next few words, his mouth exaggerating each syllable. “Bernie! This is hish royal majeshty, Bernie, my beshtest buddy EVER.” Pat’s adoring crowd flashed Bernie smiles as bright as the surrounding lights.

“How’d it go, man,” Pat said as he stumbled to Bernie. He tripped over his own feet in the attempt, but Bernie caught him almost out of instinct. The jostling did not sit well with Pat, who promptly vomited all over Bernie’s sleeve. Bernie shook it off, and a well-timed shower replaced the drizzle and slowly washed the sidewalk clean.

“It was…great,” Bernie said. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah! Yeah,” Pat said as he regained some semblance of balance. “You wanna join us? It’sh great fun right now!”

“No, I think I just need to have a walk,” Bernie said.

“A walk in the rain! That’s a great idea! Man, it’s weird how we don’t get wet, huh?”

Bernie’s eyes opened wide for a moment. He looked at himself, at Pat, and his crowd. Not a single inch of clothing got soaked in the rain. They were all dry. Come to think of it, none of Pat’s vomit stuck to his suit. That didn’t seem normal. He shook his head and regained his composure.

“Yeah, I guess it is. I never noticed,” Bernie said. Pat laughed.

A new man in a suit stepped out from behind the crowd and casually worked through and around Pat’s exaggerated movements until Pat leaned on his shoulder and the man’s arm wrapped around the drunk’s waist. Bernie recognized him at once.

“Enrique,” Bernie said as he nodded in greeting.

“Hey, Bernie, you day shift guys sure have something rough going on if I have to keep hauling his sorry butt back home like this,” Enrique said.

“I’m sorry,” Bernie said.

“Heeeey, Ernie, good to see ya, buddy!” Pat declared to the delight of his crowd.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s what we’re here for, right? I’ll take care of him since you’re still off-duty,” Enrique said. “Let’s go, Pat. Say goodbye to everyone.”

“Bye-bye, everybody! I love you all,” Pat said as Enrique guided him down the street. His crowd hustled back into the bar. Bernie shook his head once again and walked the opposite way as Pat’s drunken serenade drifted into the distance.

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Bernie continued aimlessly through the streets, lost in his thoughts. Eventually, he stopped in front of an abandoned building. Perhaps those steps weren’t so aimless after all. He stared into the door at the firewall that mesmerized him so earlier. He squinted at the sight as if trying to discern its secrets. The firewall could burn that kid, but it did nothing to this building. Why did the water from the sink feel wet, but the rain did not? How was his suit clean?

“Is any of this real?” he muttered.

He gasped. No, it couldn’t be. He looked harder at the firewall. No, not there. Behind it. Surely it was behind the flames. It was. No, not it. She was. Is. Staring back at Bernie, through the flames, was a woman with dark, curly hair, wearing a simple robe.

“Hello?” Bernie called out, waving his hand in greeting. The woman simply stared back.

“Can you hear me?” he said, waving harder. She continued to stare. No, stare wasn’t the right word. Staring seemed like such a passive thing. Her face held an expression, something he only heard of before, maybe read about or seen in a picture. Her “stare” communicated something. It was…it was…pity? Yes, it was pity. She pitied him.

This realization stunned Bernie. He stood there for a moment with his mouth agape. Then he felt another unusual emotion: anger. Why was he to be pitied? What was wrong with him? Clearly, she knew something, and he was going to find out.

He approached the firewall but stopped just short of it. He could feel its heat. These really were dangerous. They killed that kid. They could kill him. But somehow that woman existed on the other side. There was something beyond Pleasure Circle. He had to know. He had to know what was out there, and why he should be pitied, and why she wasn’t a part of the city. He had to know. He charged through the fire.

Never in his life had he felt such pain. Never had heat burned so hot. Never had his skin seared so bad. Never had he felt such resistance. The firewall pushed back against his advance. He cried in agony. He wasn’t going to make it. But then his face broke through, and he could see the woman clearly. She no longer pitied him, but now she reached out her hand. He had to reach out to her. He burned hotter the harder he pushed, and his screams reached a fevered pitch until his hand broke through and joined with hers.

Bright white engulfed him in pain not meant for mortal men.

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The white turned into a confusing array of browns. He felt the weight of fresh air as it burned into his lungs. He felt the hand of the woman pull him, and he stumbled forward as if he forgot to walk. He fell to his knees, and in a quick, fluid motion, she spun him around so that he lay on his back with his head resting on her lap. He felt things stuck in his arms and legs. His bare skin felt the cool breeze blow over it, and he shivered. Where was his suit? He could only feel his skin against the hard floor and the rough fabric of her robe. Pain jolted with every movement, every breeze, every breath, It hurt to scream. It hurt to live, but he couldn’t bear the thought of dying. He couldn’t help but cry out.

“In here!” the woman yelled with a tremble in her voice. Was she scared? Was she scared of him? Was she scared for him? He tried to take deep breaths to calm down.

“Yes,” she said to him as she wiped the sweat pouring from his brow. “That’s right, deep breaths. Shh…” She breathed deep with him, and he tried to match her rhythm. He jumped at the sound of deep footsteps entering the room.

“Deep breaths,” she repeated. He fought the urge to panic and resumed the routine. Slowly, he calmed down, and the pain partially subsided. His vision came into focus. Immediately above him was the woman he saw through the firewall. She held a damp rag over his brow. Past her was the wall and ceiling of a room long unused. The tiles and brickwork were faded and cracked as if they had seen nothing but countless years of weather and sun. There were a couple of men, also in earthen robes, who were bent over and rummaging through some boxes.

“What’s his name?” one of them asked.

“I didn’t see,” the woman said.

“Okay,” the man replied. He stood up and walked to what appeared to be a chair. It was clearly more advanced than what these people appeared to be. It looked like an elaborate, futuristic recliner. The seat had white cushions, and surrounding it were all kinds of pads attached to cords that somehow met under the base of the chair. Several of the pads looked burnt, and some of the cords did not go to those pads, but instead led straight to Bernie’s nude body, where they were attached with large needles. Bernie whimpered.

“It’s okay,” the woman whispered.

“Aha!” The man inspecting the chair saw something on the back. “Bernard.”

“B-Bernie,” Bernie eked out. The man at the chair nodded.

“Okay. Bernie.” He returned to his box to look for more things in it.

“Hi, Bernie. I’m Bob. I see you noticed those tubes, there,” the other man said. He put on a face mask and tossed one to the woman, who put it on. Bernie nodded nervously. He knew where this was going.

“Yeah, it’s gonna hurt. I’m sorry. You’re gonna be ok, but we need to do this if you’re gonna be free.”

“O-okay,” Bernie said.

“That man over there, Mike, he’s going to put another, smaller tube in you. It’s called an I.V. It doesn’t do quite as much as these big tubes, but it can go with us, and we can use it to put medicine in you.” Mike looked up, waved with a half-gloved hand, and continued his rummaging.

“You listen to Grace. You newbies aren’t used to pain when you leave the Circle. She will coach you on getting through these bumps. It won’t be as bad as getting out, but you’re not going to like it.”

Bernie nodded again. Grace set aside the soaked cloth she was using to wipe Bernie’s brow. She brought out a fresh, clean one and applied it to his forehead.

The prick from the I.V. was hard, but nothing like what he endured going through the firewall. Each tube they pulled left large, pencil-sized holes in his body, but they too didn’t feel anything like what he just endured. But Mike was right. It was nearly unbearable. He listened to Grace’s coaching and complied the best he could, but he filled the rest of his time sobbing. It wasn’t just the pain. It was also from shame. She looked upon him with pity again, and he knew she was right to do so.

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Several days passed since Bernie crossed the firewall. The medics who rescued him removed all the tubes implanted into him and bandaged him up. In a few weeks, they would be scars. Parts of his head, chest, arms, and legs endured burns from the console (what they called the chair he woke up in) mimicking the heat of the firewall, thus the burnt pads. The world outside was wide, desolate, and terrifying. There weren’t a lot of convenient amenities. Many places were in ruin. Yet, there was some semblance of technology and civilization. It was difficult to comprehend.

For now, his world was this tiny room in a hospital. There was an actual night and day cycle, whereas Pleasure Circle cycled between twilight and night. When did the night get to be so cold? Why was the day hot? Why was it so hard to see during the day? There were so many new sensations he wasn’t used to.

At the sink, he filled a cup with water, and slowly he shuffled to the window, which overlooked a small garden. There were some bushes of different types, a lawn with a large tree in the center, a walking path that weaved through it all, and various flowers that bordered the path. It was nothing exciting, but there was something peaceful about it. He looked down on the window sill, at the plant he was given the day after he was admitted. It had long, thin, green needles. A spider plant, they told him. Give it some sun and a little water every day. It seemed an easy enough task. He noticed it didn’t look well when he gave it a lot of water, but it seemed to flourish with half of the cup each day. The other half he drank.

A gentle knock at the door interrupted his reverie, and an old man walked in. His face resembled a shriveled raisin, but there was twinkle in his eyes and a joy in his smile that defied his age. With one hand, he steadied himself with a cane someone had whittled from a tree branch. With the other, he extended toward Bernie. Bernie shook it.

“Are you an elder here?” Bernie asked.

“Yes, yes,” the man said. “I think that’s the right word. I am Deontae, and I am one of the leaders of this community. I know this world is a bit of a shock, but it is so good of you to join us.”

“I didn’t think there was an outside world, or that it was in such ruin. And yet…” Bernie waved his hands around. “How does all this technology still function?”

“We don’t have the manpower to build much of anything, but we can scavenge, repurpose, and repair. If everyone could leave their consoles, we’d have enough to start rebuilding.”

“What are these consoles?”

“We don’t really know, only that people are born in them, live in them, and die in them. We can’t just pull them out, either. Those die…horrifically. They have to leave on their own volition. Even that isn’t guaranteed. There was a kid who tried to leave the Circle group a week before you, but he burned up in his console.”

“He didn’t…I…” Bernie choked up. Deontae’s raised an eyebrow.

“You saw that on your end, too, huh? What did you do in Pleasure Circle?”

“I was an Enforcer.”

“Oh!” Deontae laughed. The old man’s face livened up even more. “I never expected to meet one! I’ve heard of you Enforcers, but I think you’re the first to come out! How exciting!”

“Huh…” Bernie slumped.

“Now, now, son, don’t let that get you down. There are others from Pleasure Circle here if you need a place to start connecting. You are not alone here.” Deontae lifted his cane and lightly jabbed Bernie’s chest. “You are now part of our community.”

Bernie nodded.

“I know it’s a lot to take in, but you’ll get the hang of it. You’re one of the quicker ones. And what’s this?” Deontae herded Bernie to the side with his cane and approached the plant on the window sill. “Well, well, well. You did good, son. Most people stare at the plant or have no idea what to do with the simple instructions we gave them. They said you started to drown it, but it seems now you figured out how to care for it. Look at those leaves. Mm!”

“That was a test?”

“Yes, it was a test. Most people coming out of a console have no idea how to do anything in real life. We tell them to water the plant and give it some sunlight, but they find all kinds of ways to kill it. Some water too much and don’t understand what’s going on. Some give it too much sunlight. Some think the light in the room is enough. Some don’t water it because they don’t understand where we’re getting it from. But you, you’re one of the few that figured it out. We don’t have to train you much, just a little education to get you up to speed.”

Bernie scratched the back of his head.

“You said earlier that the Circle was a group,” he said.

“Yes. Pleasure Circle is what you would call a simulation. It’s a reality created by machines like this.” Deontae pointed to a computer. “As far as we know, there are twenty different simulations going. Some have people swinging swords and killing monsters. Some have people running from monsters. Some are just recreations of real life. Pleasure Circle is a hedonist paradise, we hear.”

“Hedonist?”

“We have some books for you to read. You’ll get what I mean later. For now, I want you to know that after you’ve finished healing up, we’ll put you to work. You were a kind of policeman in your simulation, but we have enough security. How would you feel about keeping a garden?”

“Like, growing flowers and plants?”

“Yes. We need more food than flowers, but cultivating a few of the latter wouldn’t be out of the question. I have some of my boys breaking up the ground by a chapel. When it’s time, we’ll move you there. We’ll have a room in there prepared for you. It’ll have some basic amenities, and there is some space for reading and such. Consider it a welcoming gift for your new life.”

“I don’t know what to think. Thank you, I guess.”

Deontae pat Bernie’s arm.

“I’ll take my leave. Let me know if you need something. We’ll do everything we can to get you on your feet, Bernie.”

“I…”

“Hm?”

“Bernard. It’s Bernard.”

“Of course. Welcome home, Bernard.”

Bernard nodded and watched the raisin man leave.

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A few days passed. Bernard was cleared for discharge. Deontae delivered a fresh set of robes, and the hospital, after training him one grooming, provided some toiletries for his personal use. After he showered, he wrapped a towel around himself and stepped out to find Grace waiting for him.

“I am here to show you how to put these on,” she said, pointing to the robes.

“Oh, right. That would be helpful,” Bernard replied.

“Have a seat,” she said.

He sat on the bed and watched her demonstrate how to don a robe and the different ways it could be adjusted. It was only slightly more complicated than the hospital gowns he wore thus far, but it was surprisingly versatile.

“Now you do it,” she said.

He took off his towel and donned his robe with all the care and attention to detail of a child learning to dress themselves for the first time. When he was done, he looked in the mirror. The garment fit perfectly. He did some of the adjustments that he remembered.

“Good,” Grace said. “You learn quick.”

Bernie scratched the back of his head.

“You’re…uh…different…” he begun.

“Than the women in your simulation?”

“Yeah,” he muttered.

“I’m alive, with feelings, thoughts, and dreams of my own. My work isn’t for someone else’s pleasure,” she responded matter-of-factly.

“I don’t understand,” he said, trying to find something else to look at. He finally chose the arms of his robe, which were surprisingly soft given how rough they looked. But then he saw his hands. Alive, with feelings, thoughts, and dreams of my own. She was a person. The ladies at Castle Comforts were simulations, but they were simulations of actual people, like he was. He used a lot of people. His hands were dirty. He rushed to the sink, turned the water on, covered his hands in soap, and tried to wash the filth off, but none of it came off. He scrubbed harder and harder, but if anything, his hands grew dirtier. A gentle touch on his elbow startled him.

“You can’t wash that kind off like real dirt,” Grace said.

Bernard looked at her and back at his hands. The dirt wasn’t actually there, but somehow it was. He teared up.

“What have I done?”

“Time, Bernard. You need time to think about everything. It will be ok.” Grace grabbed a tissue and wiped his eyes dry. “One step at a time. It’s time to go to your new home.”

“Okay,” he said, looking back and forth between his hands and the sink.

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Months passed. Bernard was given a room in a small cathedral. People came and went in the chapel, where people prayed to whomever at the pews, but the back areas containing office space were sealed off to the public and turned into living quarters. Bernie was the first to take up residence. Next to his room was a small library of old books on many topics. He read everything he could about gardening and tried to make what he had work, mostly to good effect. Within a couple of months, he managed small crops of tomatoes, beans, and squash, enough to feed himself and several others until the next harvest. He kept a small plot of colorful chrysanthemums for his own diversion.

He read other works by other authors, some of which he heard about and quoted out of context while in the Circle. Philosophers, thinkers, stories, matters of faith, the topics that made people stay up at night questioning their existence. The kinds of things people don’t like to think about in the Circle.

Life was hard. The work was hard. The learning was hard. But there was a satisfaction in learning new things, making things work, and wrestling out the questions that burned within him. Pleasure Circle constantly pleased him, but in this life in the real world, in this unnamed community, he found fulfillment. He grew. He understood.

But the more he understood, the dirtier his hands became.

He sought out other people who came from the Circle. He didn’t recognize any of them, but the younger ones recognized him and told him of times he helped people recover from their overindulgence. With all the puke, the blood, the harsh words, and more, they knew what a difficult job the Enforcers had, and they respected him all the more for his new work as a gardener. But their hands weren’t dirty like his.

He scoured the library for help, but nothing seemed to deal with these stains. He looked through titles left and right. He looked around and behind the shelves for anything. He looked between books to see if there was anything hidden behind them. All the jostling caused a single, old book to plop onto the ground. He picked it up, dusted it off, and inspected its worn cover. If there were any lettering on it, it had since faded. Unlike the cardboard or paper coverings of the other books, this one seemed to be leather. He opened it, felt its thin, seemingly fragile pages, thumbed through them, and stopped when he noticed some red text. He read one of the red lines.

“‘Come to me, all who are weary, and I will give you rest,’” it said.

It struck a chord deep within him, and for several days he read through the book, sometimes while in the middle of his duties. When he finished, he looked around him. The ruin somehow made sense. The cathedral made sense. All of the images within it that survived the ravages of time made sense. He ran into the sanctuary, and for the first time in his life, he prayed.

His hands looked a little less dirty.

And now he found a purpose.

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“What do you mean, ‘Is there anyone who can watch this garden?’” Deontae looked incredulous. “Have you lost your mind?”

“No,” Bernard said. “No. I think I found it, actually.” He held the Bible out to his mentor, who took and thumbed through it.

“Well, I’ll be. I didn’t think I’d see one of these again. Was this in that little library?”

“Yeah.”

Deontae’s brow furrowed.

“You want to go back.”

Bernard nodded once.

“You want to be a missionary.”

Bernard nodded once again. Deontae smiled.

“That’s crazy, Bernard. Crazy. But if I remember this book, that’s the kind of people we need sometimes. I’ll go find Grace and have her guide you back to your console.”

“That’s it? I thought you’d actually protest.”

“Look, son, I’ve seen and heard all kinds of crazy things. I’ve gotten a nose for when something is the wrong kind of crazy. This don’t seem like the wrong kind.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Faith, son. You have it believing what this book said. Now I have it agreeing with your crazy idea. Just don’t prove me wrong, okay?”

“I…may not come back.”

Deontae raised an eyebrow, and then he bowed his head for a moment. He looked back up with tears in his eyes.

“Would it really come to that?” he asked.

“Probably. Order 51, it’s called. It’s the only one with a punishment,” Bernard replied

“I’ll tell them you went on a journey of discovery. I think it might be easier for people to digest.”

“It wouldn’t be wrong.”

“Good-bye, Bernard,” Deontae said as he walked away. “Grace will meet you at the cathedral.”

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Grace led Bernard through the settled parts of the community to the ruins of tall buildings. At one time, they were called apartments, and they housed many families. Now, they still house people, but in each of the ruined rooms is a single person attached to a console powered by who knows what.

They weaved through several broken-up streets to one of the smaller buildings, this one only eight stories tall. They climbed stairs up to the fifth floor, and then they down three doors to the room where Bernard first came into the world. Both of them gasped. When they left, the pads were burnt and the tubes stuck into him were left in disarray. The chair now looked pristine, as if nothing had ever happened to it. It was open and ready to receive Bernard once again. He looked at the back to see a nameplate. Engraved on it was the name, “Bernard Jones,” and according to the date on there, he was around 45 years old.

“My birthday was a week ago,” he said.

“Happy birthday,” Grace said.

“Thank you,” he said with a little smile.

“Do you have to do this?”

“Yeah. I need to tell the people in there what’s out here. They’re living a lie.”

“I have watched you grow so much. Why can’t you counsel the people who come out, just as I have done for you?” Since Bernard moved into the cathedral, Grace had visited him each week to teach him and help him adjust to normal life.

“It would take too long. I would die before many of them did. This is the better way. It might get enough people out to start rebuilding.”

Grace nodded.

“I have enjoyed our weekly meetings. The many hours we have talked have been the best part of being out here. You have been a dear friend to me, Grace.”

“I don’t want to lose you, Bernard.” Her eyes watered. He stepped forward, and they embraced as they wept. He wiped their tears with his hand, and the dirt on them seemed to fall off.

“I think I understand,” he mused. She nodded and stepped back to the door.

“Sit in the console. It should do everything else,” she said.

He did so, and it immediately came to life. The pads clasped all over his body. The needled tried helplessly to break through his robes.

“I won’t be needing those,” he said to himself.

“Bye, Ber–” Grace started before everything was replaced with a loud, bright light.

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Bernard stood outside the abandoned building, right where he jumped through the firewall. He looked back in and saw that it was still there, its flames just as mesmerizing as ever. He laughed to himself and walked purposefully toward the middle of the city. Remembering conversations with people who came from the game simulations, he had an idea.

“Time,” he said. A display came up in front of him showing the time within Pleasure Circle…and the time outside. He didn’t expect it to work, but it did, and it confirmed for him that he was in a simulation. He considered the time, thought for a moment, and then tried something else.

“Take me to Pleasure Fountain.” Yes, this is where he should be at this time. At the command, Bernard’s surroundings warped and bent until he stood next to the fountain that was the center of the Circle. People around jumped at the sight of him suddenly appearing with a brief flash of light. They talked among themselves and pointed at him and his simple robes.

“What kind of trick was that?” a familiar voice called out. Pat ran up to investigate, and his jaw dropped when he saw Bernard.

“Bernie? Is that you? Bernie!!”

“Hello, Pat,” Bernard said.

“Eloquent as ever, buddy. Where have you been? You’ve been gone for years!”

“It’s only been about seven months.”

“What? No, no, no, it’s been seven years. What are you talking about? And what’s with this getup?”

“I’ve been outside.”

The crowd that formed jumped back as if Bernard carried a deadly plague. Some people screamed in terror and ran.

“Outside? What do you mean outside? There’s nothing past the firewalls,” Pat said.

“Not here, no. But outside this…simulation, there’s a whole new world out there. There’s sunlight. There’s pain. There’s fresh air. There’s rain that makes you wet when it falls. There’s–” A click from a handgun interrupted him. Pat stared wide-eyed at Bernard, his gun pointed at his old partner.

“Bernie, what kind of crazy talk is this?”

“It’s Bernard, Pat.”

“Bernie, Bernard, whatever. What are you playing at?” A tear streamed down his face.

“Nothing, Pat. This world isn’t real. It’s a hedonist paradise created by a computer to hold us captive. It’s all fa–”

“Stop it. This is nothing like you! You need to suit up and go and enjoy the ladies at Castle Comforts and…and…”

“Come with me, Pat,” Bernard said.

“I can’t. I can’t. The firewall is supposed to protect us from anything out there. Man, just get changed and get back to normal life. Don’t make me invoke Order 51.”

“‘Terminate all outside interference,’” Bernard quoted. Streams covered Pat’s face.

“Please don’t make me do this,” Pat pleaded.

“I came back to do what I must. You need to do what you must,” Bernard said. His calm, resolute manner seemed to agitate Pat all the more.

“Bernie!”

Pat sobbed as he pulled the trigger.

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“Daddy, look!” A little girl placed an old book on her father’s lap. It was open to the picture of a large dog carrying a small cask tied to its neck.

“Oh, what a big dog. What kind is it, sweetie?”

“It’s called a St. Bernard!”

Daddy shifted uncomfortably.

“Is that so?” he said.

“Yeah! They would go and find people in trouble and rescue them. Aren’t they great? It’s just like that guy people talk about.”

“Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

“This dog should be happy to be named after Saint Bernard.”

“You’re right, sweetie. Hey, why don’t you go show your brothers down in the field? It looks like they’re taking a break.”

“Okay!” She grabbed the book and scampered off.

Daddy buried his face into his hands. From behind, his wife circled her arms around him.

“Grace,” he said. The man shuddered. He pulled his hands back. For twenty years, he never could figure out how to wash the blood off of them.

“I…I killed him. Shot him in the street. Because I didn’t want to listen to him. I wanted to stay where I was comfortable. How many people suffered because we wouldn’t listen? He was my best friend, and I killed him!” Patrick clenched his fists. Grace held him tighter.

“I know, love. He left knowing he would die, and you were the only one carrying that kind of guilt. But know this: your bullet killed one and saved thousands.” After Bernard’s death, many people in the Circle questioned what they were doing, Patrick among them. He dropped the bottle and followed in his friend’s footsteps. The resulting exodus was almost too much for the community to handle, but now there were enough people to rebuild. Patrick and Grace, with their children, resided in one of the first new houses built.

“Shouldn’t you be angry with me?”

“You took something from me, but you repaid your debt many times over. You are not the man you were. Let it go.”

“I’m sorry,” he wept. As the tears fell, some of the blood began to wash off.

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Stalker/ 1

Pairing- San x Named Reader

Word count- 5.6k

Includes- Oral, blow job, deep throating, sex, missionary, riding, fluff, fear of ex, talk of previous abusive relationship

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J POV

Laying down, I breathe in hard, sweat coating my body

Turning my head, I look over at San who is breathing just as hard

"Gimme a few minutes and we'll go for round 3", he breathes

I nod, giggling

The stamina that San has is fucking incredible

I've never been with a guy like him

He can go for hours

Glancing at the clock, I figure it's been about four hours since we started

It's like that everytime we get together

He loves sex

I don't know how it'd be if he was my boyfriend

I'd probably be sore all the time

But I like what we have going on

Just sex, just friends, no strings

After my last boyfriend, I am so not looking for anyone

That asshole scarred me and I'm not ready for anything yet with anyone

My phone lights up, buzzing with a text

I sigh wondering who it is

All my friends know I'm with San

I let them know when I'm going to see him because I don't answer the phone and I don't want them to be worried

Since we're taking a short break, I get my phone and look at it

And I feel myself pale

"What the fuck?", I whisper, sitting up fear filling me

"What's wrong?", San asks

I don't answer, my fingers trembling as I click the message

"Hi baby. I'm back."

That's it

The only text

I feel my body start to tremble

"Joanne what's wrong?", San asks, sitting up too

He looks over at my phone, reading the text

"Baby? Do you have a boyfriend I don't know about?", San asks sounding upset, "I don't want any problems"

I shake my head, "No. He's....he's my ex-boyfriend"

"The creepy one you told me about?"

I nod again

I told San a little about Jungkook

Not much just that he was clingy

I left out the manipulation and scare tactics he used to keep me with him

The few times he hit me

The way people I spoke to for a second disappeared a few days later

He was crazy not creepy

"I thought you said he moved away?"

I lied

Truth is he was arrested for kidnapping me

Sentenced to four years in prison

It's only been two and he's already out and knows my new number

I have no doubts he knows where I am

"Yeah I thought so too", I whisper, thinking about what to do

Should I call the cops?

I never put a restraining order on him

Not that he would obey it

"Hey", San says, lifting my face to his, "It's ok."

Oh it's really not

It's actually the worst thing in the world

"Have you seen him around?"

I shake my head

"Then you don't even know if this is him. It could be a sick joke from one of your friends"

It could be

But deep down I know it's not

It's him

But to San I just force a smile and say, "Yeah probably"

"Come on baby, I'll help you forget", San says, kissing my cheek

He moves kisses along my jaw and down my neck

I close my eyes, letting everything that is San take over

There's nothing I can do about Jungkook right now

So I decide to let San take my mind off everything

San gently pushes me down, getting my legs around him, hovering over me

I lift my head, meeting him for a kiss, his tongue in my mouth right away

His cock pushes inside, forcing me around him

I get wetter and wetter the more he pushes in, excited for him to move

I love sex just as much as he does

Especially with him

We've been together enough for him to know my body like the back of his hand

He rolls his hip, pushing his cock deep inside me before pulling about and rocking back in

Pleasure slowly feels me the more and more he moves

"So wet for me already", he whispers in my ear, "So tight for me"

I whimper, clenching his huge thick cock

His cock is the biggest I've ever seen, the biggest I've ever taken

But I do take him, over and over, night after night that I spend with him

My body is used to him, responds to him

Craves him

I run my fingers down his back were I know the huge phoenix tattoo is moving as his muscles move

San's body is my perfect guy body

Muscular arms, hard abs, huge cock, nice ass, muscular legs

Beautiful face, gorgeous eyes, stunning dimples smile

And tattoos

Everywhere

Hands, arms, chest, torso, back, the colors swirling together, making beautiful art on his body

San can be seen as bad boy, in a gang with seven other guys

But while he looks hard on the outside and can be hard, rude or mean once you get to know him, he is so sweet, funny and kind

And he is amazing in bed

His fingers, his tongue, his dick, he knows how to use it all to give me so many orgasms, to make me putty in his hands

His fast pace is getting me close

"Almost baby girl", he whispers

He moves to his knees, his tattooed hand on my stomach, moving slowly up my body, between my breasts and wrapping around my neck

His eyes find mine, asking me and I nod

His hand closes around my neck, my heartbeat in my ears and all my senses heighten

The feel of his cock slamming into my spot is so fucking pleasurable, driving me insane

His other hand moves to my clit playing with it fast

I tighten around him so tightly and the next hit to my spot has me coming hard

My body spasms under him, arching from the bed as pure ecstacy takes over me

His hand lets go of my neck, his name exploding from my throat

"SAN!", I scream, gripping his arms so hard, feeling the pleasure that only he can give

"Fuck Joanne. Baby", he moans, shoving his cock in deep, his warm cum spilling into me

His cock throbs through out his orgasm, feeling so fucking good and making mine last longer

He breathes hard when we finish, looking at me through his wet black hair that's plastered on his forehead

He smiles taking my breath away

He really is fucking stunning

Pushing his hair back, I smile too then press a kiss to his lips

He kisses me back, softly and I melt against him

I could fall for San

One hundred percent

But I'm too scared to let myself

I know he is different from Jungkook but I can't take the chance that he will hurt me

That he will end up like Jungkook

Because just as he is different from Jungkook there are still similarities between them

They're both bad boys, both tatted up

They're both in gangs, they're both tough, rough and can be violent

I've seen both of them beat the shit out of people

San shows me his soft side but I don't know if he can flip like Jungkook does

I don't think so but you never know

Jungkook was sweet and loving before his crazy came out

Like I said, Jungkook scarred me

San pulls away laying down next to me

His arms move around me, holding me to him

I lay my head on his shoulder, snuggling against him

Every time we're together he spends the night here or I spend it at his apartment

It's the only time I don't sleep alone

His fingers run in my hair, making me sleepy

"Sleep Jo. Relax ok. You're safe with me"

"Ok", I nod, closing my eyes and holding onto San

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Glancing at the clock at work, I'm relieved that I only have five minutes left

I sweep up the hair around my station and dump it in the trash

I made a lot in tips today

I had a whole wedding party specifically waiting for me to style their hair

Guess my social medias are paying off

I bring in a lot of money for the salon with my social media posts of my work

Grabbing my bag, I tell my boss and close friend I'm leaving

"Bye Aera"

"Jo wait. I need to know what we have to order for next month"

I sigh

She always waits to ask me things when I'm almost out the door

"I'll order the stuff tomorrow Aera. I gotta go"

I'm seeing San and he's probably already outside waiting

"Where are you running to?", she asks, raising her eyebrow

"San", is all I say

"Again? Weren't you with him last night?"

I roll my eyes, "No. I was with him a few days ago. I was with your drunk ass last night remember?"

Her cheeks turn pink, "Yeah right. Whatever. Have fun with your sex toy"

"He is not-", I start but she waves me away with "Yeah yeah yeah", and heading to the back

I swear sometimes I want to kill her

Leaving the salon, I look for San's car

Spotting his red sports car a little down the block, I start turning towards it when suddenly I feel a hand in mine

I'm turned to whoever it is, my eyes widening, a gasp dying in my mouth, my body frozen as I see him standing in front of me

"Hi baby"

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San POV

Sitting in the car, I look up from my phone from time to time to see if she's coming out

I pick her up often enough to know her schedule

I always come early to wait for her

Hongjoong and Seonghwa tease me relentlessly about her

About how whipped I am for her

Which they're not wrong

I have feelings for her

Real feelings

Love feelings for her

I'm in love with her

But I know she's not looking for that

She's told me briefly about her ex

He messed her up

She's scared to be in a relationship, to be close to someone

She thinks she's going to be hurt again

I would never hurt her but she doesn't know that

I'll prove that to her

I'm not going anywhere

She's worth the wait

I look up just in time to see her come out of the salon

She looks up and down the block, then I see her see my car

She starts turning towards me when I see a guy walking up behind her

His eyes are focused on her as he walks and she doesn't see him

He takes her hand, turning her to him and I'm immediately alert

I see her body freeze

I know her well enough to know she's scared

This has to be her ex

He's here, really back

I saw how scared she was when he texted her and I tried to make her feel better by telling her it might not be him

At that point it might not have been

And I was trying to get her not to panic

But seeing him here, I was wrong

I see her try to pull her hand from his but he doesn't let go

Not happening

I get out of the car and make my way towards them

He is not holding on to her when she doesn't want it

"I came back for you baby", I hear him say as I get closer

"Jungkook nnnn...no. You didn't have to", she stammers

"Of course I did. I love you. You're mine"

The way he says that is scary

Like she's a possession not a person

Like he owns her

He fucking doesn't

When I get close to them, I put my arm around her, feeling her jump

"Hi baby", I say, kissing her lips in front of him

Showing him she's not his

"Hhh..hi", she answers

I see Jungkook clench his jaw, his hand dropping hers

"Who the fuck are you?", he asks darkly

"San. Her boyfriend"

I hear her breath in sharply, her body trembling

I move my hand to her waist, pulling her closer

"You're boyfriend?", he growls, staring daggers at her

Ok, he's insane

"All this time, all I've been thinking about was you and you have a fucking boyfriend?"

"I...uh...San...uh", she stutters

"Do you mind telling me who the fuck you are?", I snarl

He glares at me, "Jungkook. I'm her.."

"Ex- boyfriend?", I throw out

"Yes", he snaps, "I came back for her"

Yeah we'll he's not getting her

He scares the fuck out of her and by talking to him, I think there's a lot she left out when telling me about him

"Well that sucks that you came all this way but that's not happening. We're together and we're really happy"

"Are you really?", he spits

"Yes. Now excuse us but we have to go. We have somewhere to be"

He doesn't say anything, just continues to hatefully glare at us

"So yeah. Bye", I say, taking her hand and leading her away

"San", she whispers

"Relax baby. I won't let anything happen to you. I promise"

She nods

I open the car door for her, letting her get in then closing the door

As I make my way around the car, I keep my eyes on him

He's just standing there, his fists at his sides

Getting in the car, I decide that she and I have to talk about this

Not just because I love her but because she's my friend and I don't want her to get hurt by a nutjob

---------------------------------------------------

"So you wanna tell me about this guy?", I say sitting next to her on my couch

I brought her to my apartment like we planned

I'm not taking her immediately to bed like we planned though

"He's my ex", she says

"I know baby but I need to know more. You're really scared of him. I know there's more than what you told me"

"Why do you care?", she asks, "Aren't we just friends with benefits?"

It hurts to hear that she doesn't think I'd care about her more than just a fuck

"Jo, you're my friend. I care about you. What we do together doesn't mean I don't care. I don't want you to be hurt. I don't want you to be scared. You can talk to me about anything"

She's quiet for a few minutes

I don't push her, just sitting with her, waiting until she's ready to talk

"He was very possessive", she starts

I can see that

"At first he was sweet and caring. And he does love me. It just...became warped"

"How?"

"He was very manipulative. If I planned on seeing my friends he'd make me feel bad about it. Make me feel like I was a bad girlfriend for not wanting to be with him instead. So I'd cancel the plans with my friends and stay with him. He would get me to do anything he wanted, making me think it was my idea and that I wanted to do things for him. I let him do whatever he wanted to me sexually. I let him control me. He got in my head"

That sounds terrifying

"And I loved him so much, I didn't realize what he was doing. Until my friend Aera talked to me. I started resisting more and that's when he started to try to scare me. Telling me that something would happen to my sister or my dog or my friends to keep me under his control. But even then I was dumb and I loved him. I thought I could change him"

Yeah, that never works

People don't change unless they want to

And it doesn't seem like he wanted to

"I started noticing people I spoke to started disappearing. If a guy waiter at a restaurant made me laugh or talked for me for too long, he disappeared. A guy at a gas station, a guy at a club. Any one."

Disappearing?

As in he killed them?

I ask her that

"I don't know. I really don't. He...he's in a gang like you. He could of had them help him. Or he could of did it himself. Or he could have threatened the people and they quit their jobs or left. Or he could of killed them. I don't know. He made it so he was the only one in my life"

No wonder she's terrified to be close to anyone

He terrorized her, making her feel like she was endangering anyone she was close to

"Did he ever hit you?"

If he did, I'm going to murder him

"A few times. When I'd question him. When I threatened to leave he'd hit me. He's given me black eyes, bruises on my face, busted my lip, body bruises. He broke a few ribs once."

I'm at a complete loss

How can a man hit the girl he supposedly loves?

How can he hurt her like that?

Physically and emotionally

I don't understand

"Why did you stay?"

"Because he was always sorry. He'd cry and fall on his knees begging me not to leave him. He'd tell me how much he loved me and he swear to never do it again. I believed him. And he didn't do it often. I believed that he just lost control in those moments"

Holy shit

She's like a battered wife

Making excuses for him

Well she did but what does she think now?

"And now? Do you believe that still? Do you still love him?"

She shakes her head, "No. He's insane. Really. I know he hit me to control me. And I don't know if his crying and begging was real or not. But I know that he knew it would effect me either way so he did it. I don't love him. Not anymore"

I nod, glad she's seeing him for what he truly is

And her not having feelings for him is the best thing for her

"Jo, why is he back? How did you keep him away for so long?"

"Because he was in prison", she whispers

Well that makes sense as to why he was gone

"For what?", I ask

"Kidnapping me"

"Wait what?"

Kidnapping her?

Oh my god

"I broke up with him. I told him I loved him but I couldn't be with him unless he changed. He didn't so I left. I was leaving work one day when I had another job and he grabbed me. Forced me into his car, tied me up and drove me to Busan"

"Busan?", I question

What's in Busan?

"His home city. Where he was born. He took me to a house that he owned and handcuffed me to the bed. He told me I was his, he loves me and as long as he lives, I will never be away from him"

Holy shit

This is some horror movie shit that she experienced in real life

"How did you get away?"

"Aera. He...he hurt her. Hit her with a brick. He though he killed her. He didn't. When she woke up in the hospital she told the police everything that he did to her and she told them to look for me. They couldn't find me. She told them he either kidnapped me or killed me"

Jesus Christ

Her life has been really hard, unnecessarily, all because of him

"I was with him for two months in that house. He kept me handcuffed to furniture in whatever room I was in when he wasn't there. I knew better than to run when he was with me in the room. Not that I could of with broken ribs"

I'm going to ask her a question that I don't want to and she probably doesn't want to answer

But I need to know what kind of psycho I'm dealing with

"Did he rape you?"

She shakes her head, "No. That was one thing he wouldn't do. The most he did was kiss me. He would kill people, hurt my friends, hurt me but he wouldn't do anything sexual unless I said yes. Fucking insane."

"But you're here now"

She sighs, "Yeah. The cops came and arrested him. He was arrested for kidnapping. He was never arrested for assault on Aera because there was no evidence linking him to that. Just her word which apparently isn't good enough."

Yeah that's some bullshit especially since Aera was telling the truth about where Joanne was

"He was sentenced to four years in prison. It's only been two. How is he out already? How did he find me so fast? How did he find my new unlisted number? My new job? How?", she asks, tears welling in her eyes

I don't know

That's fucking creepy in itself

"What did he tell you before I got to you?"

"He told me not to be scared, that he forgives me. He said he knew I was forced to testify in court and I didn't mean it. He said I'm his and I'll always be his. That he came back for me"

I heard that last part but not the rest

He's very possessive of her

That's not good

It's psychotic

"He's not going to stop. Not until he has me", she whispers

"No Jo. He's not going to get you. I'm going to protect you. I'm going to keep you safe"

She shakes her head, "No San. We can't see each other anymore"

What?

Did she really just say that?

What's the reasoning behind that?

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not letting you get hurt. He almost killed Aera. I don't want him to hurt you."

I see

She's trying to protect me

But she can't because I won't let her

"We can't be together. As friends with benefits or as friends in general. I saw the way he looked at you. He's planning to get you out of the way. I won't let that happen."

She stands up suddenly, looking sadly at me

"I'm going back to Jungkook. If I go back, he'll leave you alone. He won't hurt anyone. Everyone I care about will be safe"

Not a fucking chance in hell

Not happening

"No", I tell her, standing up too, "You're not fucking going back to him. No"

"Sannie", she whispers, saying the nickname she knows I love and only calls me when we're alone

"No Joanne. I'm going to protect you."

"You can't Sannie"

"Yes I can. I'm not letting you out of my sight. He thinks I'm your boyfriend and we should keep it that way. So I can be around you and keep you safe"

"San-"

"I'm not scared of him Jo. I'm not. He doesn't know me or what I'm capable of."

"You would kill him?", she asks quietly

"To keep you safe, you fucking bet I will. If he hurts you, he's dead. I'm not afraid of him or his gang. I have a gang too remember?"

"You can't be with me all day everyday San. You have to work"

I have everything already figured out

"The guys will help. If I can't be there one of them will"

"San really?", she says doubtfully

"Yes. Until he gets the fucking hint and leaves for good, the guys and I will keep you safe. I'll stay with you every night and I'll be around as much during the day as I can. I'll pretend to be your boyfriend, to show him I'm not scared, to show him you're protected. Once he's gone, we can drop the facade ok?"

"Why are you doing this?", she asks softly, studying me

'Because I love you', I think but will never say

"Because you don't deserve to be scared all the time. You don't deserve to be stalked by a psycho. You don't deserve to be in an unhappy, loveless relationship because you want to keep people safe. You already dealt with him. You deserve to be free"

She stares at me for a few seconds

"Please. Let me help you"

She bites her lip but she nods, "Ok Sannie"

I smile at her nodding, pulling her into a hug

"Don't be scared Jo. I promise I will keep you safe"

"I know you will Sannie"

Pulling away, I look down at her

"What do you want to do now?"

She stands on her toes, her lips pressing against mine

"Make me forget for now", she whispers

I smile at her, "I can do that baby"

I kiss her again, lifting her up and carrying her to my room

Getting her on the bed, I undress her quickly, touching her perfect body

The first time I saw her naked I almost passed out

She's beautiful

I always thought so from the second I saw her in the gym where I work

But having her naked in my bed?

Stunning

Her skin is so soft, so smooth, her boobs the perfect size

And the tattoos she has

Sexy as fuck

She has less than I do, on her sides, her back, her collarbone and on one arm

They're beautiful, just like her

She undresses me, her lips pressing against my chest, her hands running up and down my back

I fucking love when she touches me

Honestly I could spend a day just kissing her and touching each other

Her lips run down my body, pushing me on my back as she goes

She sucks on my abs, licking and biting me lightly

I moan, sliding my hand in her long hair, playing with it

She moves lower, her tongue licking up the underside of my cock, making me shiver

Licking along my head, pleasure fills my body

She takes my head in her mouth, sucking softly

"Fuck baby", I groan, feeling fucking good

She's so fucking good with her mouth

She can get me to cum in less than a minute if she wanted to

Luckily for me she loves to drag on the pleasure, making me beg to cum

And I'll fucking beg her, no problem

She moves her head down, taking all of me in her throat right away

I'm always amazed at how easily she does it

Most girls I've been with can't

But she does and without choking

She sucks on me then gradually starts moving her head back and forth

Her throat is so tight and I love the feeling of sliding in and out

She goes faster, her tongue licking my underside as she bobs her head

I tighten my hand in her hair, panting from the pleasure

She moves all of me in her mouth and swallows on my cock

Her throat constricts around my length making me gasp from how tight it is

I gonna cum

"Jjj...Jo"

She keeps going, sucking harder

Faster

"Fuck Joanne fuck", I cry, coming in her throat

She keeps me all in her mouth, swallowing my cum over and over, making the pleasure spike with every swallow

She takes me out for a second, looking up at me, smirking

"Fuck, you taste so good everytime Sannie"

She blows my mind every time, always telling me how good my cum tastes

She licks along my cock, my eyes never leaving her

"Need you hard again"

She takes me in her mouth again, sucking hard

And I feel my cock hardening with each suck, pleasure coming back

After a few minutes she stops

I open my eyes, watching her climb on me, sitting on my cock and taking me inside her right away

"Fuck", she moan, bottoming me out, "God Sannie, you're so fucking hard again"

"Just for you baby", I smile

I'm not lying

I've never gotten hard so fast with any girl like I do with her

He hands run down my chest and stay on my stomach

She lifts herself up a little, then goes back down, small bounces on my length, rocking against me every time she goes down

Pleasure that I only feel with her flies into my body

I groan, grabbing her hips and helping her bounce on me

Her movements get faster, bigger bounces that make her take my whole cock back inside her

The next time she comes down, I move her a little and my head hits her spot

She shouts wordlessly, pleasure all over her face

Her breathing is becoming faster, signalling she's close

She throbs nicely around my length gradually getting faster and harder

"Cum for me", I ask, wanting to see it

The way her body tenses then shakes, the look on her face, how her hands unknowingly grip me hard, she's beautiful

Bringing her down on my cock again, I smash her spot setting off her orgasm

Her eyes close, sweat glistening off her body as she calls my name, still bouncing on me

Gorgeous

"San. Oh god San"

God the things her saying my name does to me

I love hearing her pretty voice especially in pleasure

While she's still coming, I thrust up into her, making sure I hit her spot every time

She grabs my arms, holding tightly

"Sannie, I can't...", she breathes hard

"You can baby. I just have to work you up again. Give me another one baby"

She moans in response, nodding her head

"Good girl"

I keep fucking up into her, watching her

Fuck, I am so whipped for her

I want to do everything and anything for her

I want her to be mine

I want to be her boyfriend for real

Moving my hands along her body, I feel her skin shiver under my fingertips

I smile, loving it

Her throbbing is fast, she's gonna cum any second

"Sannie", she whimpers, getting louder the more she says my name, "Sannie. San. San!"

She squeezes my arms so tightly as her cunt spasms fast and hard around me, throwing her into another orgasm

"Yes baby. So beautiful", I praise her, feeling the massive pleasure her orgasm gives me

She rocks on me, riding out her orgasm on my cock

When she finishes, I ask her, "Can you turn around baby?"

She smirks, running her hand in my hair, "Wanna watch me fuck you?"

I nod

She knows what I like

"Anything you want Sannie", she answers, kissing me softly

I take in her kiss, loving the feeling of her lips against mine

They're so soft, so smooth

The first time she kissed me, fireworks went off and I don't know how I could feel so much from a kiss

It happens everytime she kisses me, the overwhelming feeling of love for her

Moving off me, she turns around then climbs back on me

She holds my cock, guiding it in to her pussy

She leans over, giving me an clear view of her cunt wrapped around my cock

And it turns me on

She moves down my shaft slowly and I watch her hole open and stretch around me

She bottoms me out and I'm always amazed at how she can take my entire cock

I have a big dick

I know it and I flaunted that fact before to girls

And those girls had a hard time taking me or they only took half of me

She took me no problem and craves me to be that deep inside her

She's my perfect match in every single way

If only she saw that

Bouncing, she starts off fast and hard, grinding against me when she slides down

"So good baby. Fuck you move so fucking good", I praise her as pleasure

She looks behind her shoulder, smirking at me, "Just for you Sannie"

I wish she was just for me

That'd make me the happiest guy on the fucking planet

As she moves, she leaves my cock wet and creamy

I fucking love seeing it on me, love that her cunt is creamy like that

I've been with girls who were like that too but hers is the creamiest

And her cum is like that too, leaving a huge mess on me

Fucking hot

She works my cock up so well, getting close to her orgasm as she does

"Faster baby. I can feel your cunt throbbing hard. Gonna cum?"

"Yes, fuck yes", she moans, moving even faster

"Good. Make a mess baby"

"Sannie yes baby", she cries, her cum flowing down my cock, completely coating me

That sight pushes me over

"Fuck baby!", I moans, slamming her down, my cock engulfed in her pulsing cunt

Emptying inside her, the pleasure increases, my hands gripping her hips so hard

Oh god, I can't

It feels incredible

She keeps herself tight and wrapped around me until I finish

Moving off, she lays down next to me and I turn to my side to face her

She smiles, reaching out and touching my cheeks softly

"Kiss me", she asks

Not a fucking problem

I move forward my lips against hers, arm around her and pulling her against me

I feel her hand slide in to my hair, her tongue against mine

And I'm in heaven

I'll kiss her anytime, anywhere for however long she wants

She moves her leg over my waist, moving closer

And I can't help getting hard, feeling her pussy against me

"Again", she says, pressing against me more

Reaching between us, I line myself up against her opening and push in

She sighs like she's happy I'm back inside her

I hope she's happy

I am

She kisses me harder and I start to move

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I can be your mirror - Daniel Ricciardo smut!

You feel insecure when you see his ex's instagram and Daniel decides to show you why you don't need to be

Warnings: smut! unprotected sex, low self esteem, etc

You were just chilling in the hotel bed, scrolling through your phone while Daniel finished taking a shower. It was Thursday night in Hungary, and media day was relatively calm (all eyes were still on Max and Lewis, after the whole Silverstone incident).

Your relationship was still new, you guys had just went public a couple months ago, and you liked that you were still discovering things about each other everyday, like how he prefers his eggs in the morning or that small scar under your chin he just noticed yesterday. Yet, some things weren't as fun to find out, like what his exes looked like.

A few fan accounts had started following you, including some F1 WAGs accounts, and you followed some of them back - you wanted to the updated, after all (or at least that's what you told yourself). The thing is, comparisons were inevitable to you - no matter how much you tried to be reasonable, low self esteem was always an issue to you. When a WAGs account posted about Daniel's ex hanging around in the paddock today and how cute her outfit was, you quickly found yourself clicking on the tag and stalking her ig. Perfect. Fucking perfect. You just have to set your own heartbreak up, don’t you? If at least you could let life do that, but no, you had to go and fall for the guy with the instagram models as his exes. You smiled ironically to yourself.

"Did you see Max shutting down that reporter on the press conference today?" Daniel said walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his torso and another drying his hair. You quickly locked your phone and looked up, startled like a kid caught with their hands on the cookie jar.

"Hum?" you asked him.

“What were you looking at?” he grinned you, throwing himself on the bed and sitting by your side.

“Nothing” you answered quickly, looking away.

“Don’t be like that. Tell me” he asked again, nudging you with his head.

“It’s nothing Dan, just silly old instagram”

“You wanna know one of the things I love most about you?” He asked before continuing. “You don’t really have filters. And even when you try to hide what you’re thinking, your face and body gives you away” He said. “That’s why you’re so perfect, you’re genuine” he touched your nose with his. “Let’s be honest with each other. Tell me what’s going on in there” Then he tried to lighten the mood saying "Can't be shirtless pictures of me that got you smirking, cause here I am in the flesh for you" you rolled your eyes but smiled at him.

“I’m laughing at myself” You said and he just looked at you, waiting for you to continue. “I’m setting myself up for heartbreak, more and more, and it’s just like me”

“What you’re talking about?”

“Please don’t say it’s stupid” you said before continuing. “You’re like, a rock star… fast cars, VIP, supermodels… these stuff are routine for you, you have the most interesting life. And you could have any girl. And your exes are like movie stars, fucking supermodels, and I'm not sure how much longer till you realize that and just, you know” you said gesturing to yourself and waving your fingers in front of your throat like who says 'abort mission'.

"I should know better, I really should and this might be nothing, but the deeper we get in this, the harder it's to wrap my own head around it and it’s so stupid, but how can anyone compete with that?” You weren’t making any sense, you knew and he was looking at you with his eyebrows raised and lips pressed, like he was holding a smile. “I’m rambling, forget I said anything it's so stupid” You said hiding your face behind your hand.

“I thought you said it wasn’t stupid” He said opening up a smirk and you opened your fingers to look at him. He pulled your hand down. “But you’re right, it is fucking stupid, because there’s no competing with you. I don’t care if I have to repeat that a thousand times for you to believe me, I mean…you had to have a flaw, huh?” You turned your head to the side. “This insecurity of yours, that you’re not good enough, it’s just the most crazy thing ever. Because I feel exactly the same. I’m the one that’s not good enough for you. You’re so smart, and good and you actually do good in the world. I’m just the lucky bastard that got picked to drive in circles around the world”

“You know that’s bullshit” You said.

“I’m serious. This whole stuff, fame, whatever… doesn’t mean anything. It’s just not real. I’m glad I realized that when I did” you were watching him intently. “Racing, challenging myself, working with the team, you... what we have, those are the stuff that are real to me, what really matters".

"Okay" you nodded agreeing.

"If you must to know, the reason why I didn’t work out with anybody else, it’s because we were never more than fuck buddies. Those girls are great fun, but they're more worried about showing than being, you know? And I’m not really interested in talking about them because it doesn’t mean anything, but I’ll tell you anything you ask me” You were dying to ask him more, to know every little details and to learn from their mistakes, but you knew you’d become obsessed with comparing yourself to them and didn’t he just tell you he wasn’t interest in anything about it?

“Sorry” you said quietly.

“What for?”

“Being a nag. Killing the mood” he smiled.

“Don’t-” “you-” “dare-” He kissed your face in between every word. “apologizing-” “for-” “your-” “feelings” he pulled away and looked at you. “Specially not to me. I meant it, let’s be honest, huh?” you nodded smiling back at him. “And if I’m ever a dick, please tell me before screw things up. This is not nothing, okay?”

“Okay”

“And I’m flattered you think I could have any girl” he said grinning. “I mean, I AM pretty hot, but-”

“Shut up. You know I’m right”

“Maybe any girl who cares about that stuff, and my amazing six pack” he says laughing and kissing you.

“And hard butts” you replied laughing and reaching to squeeze his, playfully.

“And hard butts” he agreed, rolling so he was on top of you.

“Those girls are usually the hottest”

��Do you honestly don’t have a mirror at home?” he said pulling away slightly from you. “It’s okay baby” he said in your ear, lifting your shirt over your head, then nibbling at your earlobe, making you moan. “I can be your mirror” he said in a low voice, taking your hands over your head and pinning them with his own.

Then he used his knees to push your legs apart. You were following his face, trying to kiss his mouth but he was holding you down, his lips barely touching your skin now, him hovering over your neck, your collarbone, your exposed breasts. You were squirming now, trying to get some release. He just wouldn’t let you have any yet.

“You have the most amazing skin” he begin saying. “So soft” he looked up to you, you had your eyes closed now. “The most amazing boobs. Fucking perfect tits, so round… and these perking nipples, so hard when you’re turned on” his lips touched your breasts lightly, barely.

“Your hair always smells so good, it’s the perfect frame for your perfect face” He went up again and kissed your lips, biting them lightly and dragging them out. “I love your lips, I love how plumped they are. I’m kind of jealous actually” he chuckled and you opened your eyes rolling them. “And those eyes. Fuck, I know it’s the first thing anyone notices about you, isn’t it? Are you sick of it by now? So big and green. I love seeing them rolling back when you come” he brought one hand down, pulling your pijama pants down and holding both of your hands up with only one of his. “I’m getting there in a minute” he said grabbing your pussy. “I just want to tell you about your ass first” he said sliding his hand through your hips until he reached your ass, grabbing it then releasing to give it a slap. You let out a yelp. “You in the mood for a little rough love?” he slapped you again and you smiled through your moan, this is so hot. And the best part of it was that no one else knew this side of his, just you. It's petty yeah, but you decided to indulge yourself in that thought.

“I love your ass, I swear I was trying to be respectful today, but you were such a tease, on those little shorts, made me hard as soon as you walked in the paddock” he went down to suck your left boob in his mouth and you were so sensitive you couldn’t help but moan, loudly. “Yeah baby, let me hear you. Let everyone hear you” He said releasing your boob and nibbling at it. “I saw how the guys were staring at your ass today. Fuckers, couldn’t help themselves. Let them stare…as long as they know who you belong to” he said leaning down to suck on your other boob. “Tell me who you belong to” his voice was so low.

“Uh…you” You were a moaning mess.

“Huh?”

“You, Daniel! I’m yours”

“That’s right”

“Please” you begged.

“What is it? What you what baby?” he whispered against your skin.

“Touch me, please”

“But I am touching you baby” he said and you heard the smirk in his voice. “Oh, I see what you mean… you want me to touch your pussy?”

“Yeah” you nodded. At the same time this was torture, it felt so, so good.

“This fucking perfect cunt of yours” he said sliding two fingers through your lips and opening them to spread you to him, you were soaking wet and pulsating, clenching around nothing. “Fuck, look at this” He said almost to himself, licking his lips. Then he slid his fingers in, curling them up, making a ‘come here’ motion. He dipped his head down, kissing the inside of your leg, then right over your clit, taking it in between his lips and sucking. You moaned loudly. “Oh sorry baby… you wanted it rough, huh?” he sucked your clit harder, then bit on it lightly. You could scream at how much pleasure he was giving you.

“Fuck! Oh my god Dan” He started to tease you with another finger meanwhile.

“Think you can take another one?” his words sending vibrations against you and making you forget how to form words. “I know you can, you take me so well. Such a good girl for me” he inserted another finger and started to pump them in and out of you faster. “So fucking tight. Can’t wait to feel you around me. That’s my favorite place you know? Buried deep inside your cunt” that was it, you came, hard. Arching your back and hips, Daniel releasing your hands to push you down and hold you there while you came and he kept sucking and licking and biting your clit. You couldn’t take anymore, you pushed him away, pulling his hair.

“Can’t-” You tried to say. “Dan”

“Yes, you can. Come here” He said pulling away and lifting you, dragging you out of the bed and into the bathroom, the rest of your clothes and his towel getting lost in the way. He pushed you against the sink, pulling your face up, making you look at yourself on the mirror. He was pressing against you from behind, his cock leaking in between your legs. “I want you to see what I see” he said staring at you through the mirror. “Gonna fuck you so good, you don’t ever forget how fucking perfect you are” and with that he slammed inside you. “Fucking-” he had one hand on your hair and the other around you, between your folders, massaging your clit. “Fucking heaven, taking me so good”

“Ah Dan” You screamed. He started to fuck you hard and fast, pushing you against the sink. You lifted your head and looked at the mirror, it was the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen. Daniel was dripping sweat, thrusting with perfect precision. His eyes were locked on yours and you knew he was as close as you. The thought of how deep the connection between you were at that moment made you clench again and he lost it, giving you one final thrust and a guttural groan. You came again, shaking more than ever, the feeling too much this time. “I can’t-” You tried to say again. “Too much-” Squeezing him over and over, so he pulled out, still spilling, making a mess over your legs and on the bathroom floor. He was still holding you though.

“I’m right here baby. Right here” He whispered on you ear from behind. You both were riding out your orgasms, rocking slightly, your body leaned on the sink, pressing your boobs against it, and he leaning over you, breathing hard.

After you both calmed down, you tried to move but his weight was too much. You let out a weak laugh and he moved. “Sorry” he said kissing your back. When you got up, you turned to him and kissed him lightly.

“You are-” You said against his lips “amazing”. And kissed him again, lovinly. “Thank you. You make me feel so good, Daniel. Let me take care of you now”

Daniel's POV

This woman is trying to kill me. “Baby I don’t think I have it in me-” “Not like that” she smiled. “I meant with a bath” she said gesturing to the bathtub.

“Yes, please” I said already opening the tap and letting the water run. She went back to the room and returned with a water bottle, taking a sip before passing it to me. I took it from her hand and almost finished it, before giving it back to her.

“Do they have any bubbles? Bath salts?” she asked.

“Hum…I don’t think so, baby” I answered looking around on the sink.

“That’s fine” she smiled, getting in the tub and motioning for me to sit in between her legs. Her hair was up in a knot, but some of it was clinging to her neck due to the sweat. She was so beautiful, I can’t believe she wants me.

“You don’t want me to stay behind you?” she shook her head smiling and I did as she asked, leaning on her. The tap was still running, filling the tub with hot water, while we two of us just soaked in there, relaxing. “This is nice,” I said while she ran her hands through my hair. When the tub was full enough, she turned off the water and applied some body wash on my skin, running her hand over my back and shoulders, it felt so good, so comfortable, like I didn’t have a worry in the world. Then I washed her legs around me, kissing her feet and calves and making her giggle. She kept massaging my shoulders. We stayed there for good while, half an hour? More or less? There’s nothing else in the world other than this bathroom anyway, so who cares?

“Can we stay here forever?” She asked me after a while, kissing behind my neck. I just hummed in response. “Actually, scratch that. I’m getting hungry. And thirsty”

“The limitations of the human body” I said jokingly but got out of the tub after a few minutes. If m’lady wants to eat, I’m getting her food. I dried myself, wrapping a towel around me and holding hers open for her to step out of the tub.

We went back to the room, she picked her clothes from the floor and put them away in her travel bag back inside the closet. I watched as she got a fresh pair of underwear and a clean bra, while I put on boxers and sweatpants. She wore some leggings that hugged her ass perfectly, what a view. I noticed her going through her bag, probably looking for a shirt but I just wanted her to wear some clothing of mine, so I took the hoodie I was going to wear and passed it to her. She smiled and accepted it, it looked oversized on her and covered her ass, but maybe that’s a good thing, I don’t need anyone thirsting over what’s mine, I don’t care how much of a prick that makes me sound.

"Do you wanna order or go out to eat?" I asked her.

"Let's just go downstairs, to the restaurant?"

"Yeah, that's fine" I say and peck her lips.

I put on a sweatshirt, and hold the door open for her. We walk out and the temperature was a bit colder out here in the hallway (or maybe it was just too hot inside the room), so I just take her hand and intertwine our fingers, passing my arms around her and holding her closer. I just love that I can do that whenever I want.

And I plan on doing that for the rest of my life.

#Daniel Ricciardo #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo fanfic #formula one #formula one fanfiction

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monsterrae1 · 3 years ago

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First kiss and the realisation of 'Its always been you' 🥴

I tried for something more light and fun than usual, hope that you enjoy it, and thank you for always requesting!

In Eddie's defense, it had been Buck's idea.

Now that they were both single, Eddie was back at the 118, and therapy no longer made him want to curl into a ball and cry after each session, someone had brought out the subject of dating again, and Eddie had panic for almost half a minute, because aside dealing with everything from Shannon, to Afghanistan and the shooting, therapy had also brought up some potential feelings for his best friend that he was trying to work through, but luckily, and as usual, Buck had interviened and talked until the other person lost interest and left.

"You alright?" Buck asked once they were alone, and Eddie nodded.

"Yeah, sorry"

"No need to apologize, I just got a little worried there for a minute" Buck said with a squeeze to Eddie's shoulder and then dropped the subject.

It's not until when they were both leaving, bags handing from their shoulders and walking to their trucks that Buck brings it up again, wtih an offer.

"You know" He started to say "If you're still feeling weird about dating maybe I could help, take you out on a practice date?"

"A practice date?"

"Yeah, we do all the usual date things, and get you comfortable with the idea and all" Buck said playing with the back of his hair, suddently seeming shy, and Eddie just smiled and nodded, how different could it be from their usual hang outs?

Well, turns out it's hell of a lot different, because Buck goes hard at it.

First he insist on picking Eddie up, and when he arrived, instead of walking into the house like he usually would, he knocked on the door.

"Did you forget...?" Eddie never finished his question, because at the other side of the door, Buck was standing with a bouquet of flowers and a small bag with his favorite snacks, making him blush at the attention "Buck, you didn't have to do that"

"I'm giving you the entire dating experience, c'mon, we've got places to be"

"Places?? Plural?"

Buck just hummed, handed Eddie the flowers and the bag, and followed him into the house, watching as Eddie pulled out a vase for the flowers, fill it with water, and then they were on their way to their first stop.

Since it was still early on the day, Buck took them to an axe throwing place, and while that looked like a 911 call waiting to happen, they ended up having a good time, Eddie won the first round, but he claimed that Buck was letting him win, so they end up playing two more rounds, which they won one each.

When they finally made it out, it was just in time for their dinner reservation at a new Thai place that they had been talking about trying, Buck went even as far as putting Eddie's chair out for him and wait until he sat down before going to take his own seat, Eddie giggled.

"You really are going all out, aren't you?"

Buck blushed and shrugged.

"I think, you've always had to be the one to take care of their date, and plan the whole thing, and make sure they had a good time, I just" He shrugged again "I wanted you to get that experience too"

Eddie blushed too and looked down to his menu, not knowing what else to say.

During dinner their talked about their usual subjects, Christopher and his upcomming science fair, the station and the crazy shifts they'd been on lately, Eddie asked him about how Maddie was doing and Buck asked for Isabel and Pepa. Pretty soon their food had been eated and Buck sneakly paid their bill when he dissapeared to the bathroom.

Eddie complained about it, but Buck told him it was part of the experience, so Eddie just made a mental note to get their food for their next movie night.

"This has been great, Buck thank you" Eddie answered when they were on their way back to the house, they were still full from dinner, but Buck had drove past a drive-thru and got them milkshakes.

"It's not over you know"

"You're driving me to my house, that's usual the end"

"Well, yeah, but it's us, I still gotta kick your ass at mortal kombat"

Eddie laughed, loudly, and shook his head.

"Keep dreaming, man"

Pretty soon they were standing outside of his front door, milkshakes half drank in their hands, and Eddie just didn't want to cross the threshold and then just turn back into best-friends Buck and Eddie, because he was enjoying Dating Buck and Eddie, he didn't want it to end.

"This is typically where things end" Eddie said, and Buck nodded, a sadness lingering on his eyes, like he didn't want it to end too.

"This is also where people usually kiss for the first time"

"Is it?" Eddie smiled, and Buck hummed "What makes you think I kiss on the first date"

"Wishful thinking" He whispered, and Eddie wasn't sure he was supposed to hear that or not, but after Buck taking the lead on their whole date, Eddie figured he could be the one to take the lead on this one thing.

He took the milkshake out of Buck' causing a confused noise from him, but Eddie had his mind set, and if this whole night had taught him anything it had been that those possible feelings for Buck, weren't just potential, they were there, and this kiss, this kiss could change everything.

So, he took his face between his hands, and lean in slowly, allowing Buck enough time to back away in case he didn´t want it, but instead he just closed his eyes and waited until Eddie's lips collied with his, and was their lips moved slowly, and their tongues teased the other all he could think was: this is it, this is right, and how could he not seen it before, it was always been Buck.

Buck didn't went too far away once their parted, instead grabbing Eddie's wrist to keep his hands on place, and resting his forehead aganist Eddie's.

"Can we do that again?" He asked in a whisper, and Eddie smiled nodding along "But, real this time? The date, the kiss, everything?"

Eddie answered with another kiss, taking his time tasting Buck and the sweetness from their milkshakes, feeling him sag against the kiss and moving his hands from his face, to wrap around his waist to keep him in place.

"Yeah, Buck, we can have as many as you want, and real this time"

#tasteofoxidation #buddie fic #I hope you like it!

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mysticalcanyon · 3 years ago

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VESPERTINE (DAMON ALBARN X READER) [SMUT]🍒

It was late at night. Y/N was sitting on the table, working on her computer. Suddenly, she heard the door to her flat open.

— Hello?

She smiled. It was him.

Y/N got up from the chair and ran into his arms.

— I missed you, my little girl.

She played with his hair, which was half covered with a band, as he had been involved in a bar fight a few weeks before, which also left him with various bruises and a missing tooth. He looked like a lunatic, and she loved that.

— How did your day go?— she said with an innocent voice, as he grabbed her hand and started kissing it with delicacy.

— Endless.— He murmured as he kept kissing her hand. He worked as an office- cleaning man. His hands were rough, in contrast to her's, which were small and soft.

He grabbed one of her breasts as he looked down, concentrating on her body. Y/N rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes. He keep massaging it gently, mumbling about how much he wanted to fuck her.

Y/N looked him in the eyes.

— I want you to make love to me.— Y/N said with a broken voice.

He got on his knees, looking at her with hungry eyes. He grabbed her two hands as if he were begging her for his life. Damon kissed them and then he grabbed her waist to kiss it, while caressing her butt.

— You don't know how much I've been missing you.— He said while his hands ran over her buttocks. If I were one of those executives, you would be in my office the whole day.

Y/N smiled. She knew how much Damon wanted to give her a better life.

— And what would we do in your office?— Y/N looked down at him with a playful look.

Without blinking, he pulled down her pants and accidentally took away her panties too, leaving her naked from the waist down. He gave her a deep, wet kiss on her lower belly, while closing his eyes, feeling her.

She felt like flying, as a warm force started to grow in her private areas. Suddenly, she was in the air. Literally. Damon had grabbed her and was taking her to the bath. Y/N kissed his neck and bit his ear, while whispering words of love. Once they were there, he took her shirt off and gave her a short kiss on the lips. He started to undress and Y/N turned on the tap. As the water was filling the bathtub, she observed him.

He was a big man, he could even look scary from a first look. But she couldn't wait to feel his weight on top of her. And that big…

He pulled down his pants, and then his underwear. He had an enormous erection. She couldn't wait to have him inside her.

She sat down in the bathtub, the warm water surrounded her body, and the touch of it in her exposed vagina made her even more hungry of Damon. He got closer to her, slowly entering the bathtub.

She leaned back against the wall. He covered her with his body, while giving her wet kisses all over her face and neck. Then he stopped, and while looking into her eyes, he held his penis.

He lowered his gaze, looking at her lips. She felt then how his cock was on her entrance, causing her to shiver. Seconds later, he entered inside her, slowly, feeling each part of her. He opened his mouth then, the pleasure was too much. They got closer, their foreheads touching, her hands scratching his back and shoulders.

— I-I love you— said Y/N between moans, while holding him with strength. He was pushing too hard, over and over again, hitting her spot every time in a sticky, painful and addictive way, making her feel like she were in heaven. She opened her legs even more every time to feel him even deeper if that was possible.

He growled in response, hiding in her neck, she smiled. She loved his ways. He wasn't a man of words.

He moved back a little bit, without getting out of her. Damon held her hips with strength and then, he started fucking her with no mercy. Y/N started screaming. Her hands were searching desperately for a place to hold on, until her hands found their way to the bottom of the bathtub, behind her elevated body.

She was hypnotized by the way their bodies were collapsing, the water shaking every time, the sound of his grunts, the way he was biting his lips and leaning his head back, the immense pleasure she was feeling. The roughness of his penis was driving her crazy, each imperfection of it was filling her up in an incredible way.

— You feel so good, my little girl. Mine, mine, all mine… — He whispered with his masculine voice, resting his head on her collarbones, slowing down the rhythm again.

— I'm yours, daddy. All yours.

He got out of her suddenly.

Before Y/N could ask anything, he was holding her hand and helping her to get up, only to lift her up in his arms just a few moments later.

— I'm going to fuck that ass of yours until you forget your own name, you hear me?

Y/N just bit her lips, looking at him with her eyes full of lust, dying to feel his dick again. He turned her the other way round, her back facing his chest. He kissed her neck and grabbed her breasts, which he loved. Damon started to draw little circles around her nipples with his thumbs.

He made her feel so pretty and beautiful, it was unreal. She closed her eyes and felt his hand run over her body for a second, concentrating on every part of her that he was touching, feeling his manly hands.

— You are...I can't believe I got you in my arms Y/N. I must be the luckiest man in the world.

— Damon...— that was all she could say. She was so in love.

Y/N leaned her arms onto both bathtub edges, leaving her back completely exposed to him.

He grabbed one of her hips with one hand, and his penis with the other. Damon started masturbating himself in order to have his penis soaked, making his entrance in her less painful. He was touching her vagina with the tip of his penis, teasing her, scrubbing all over it.

Y/N gasped.

— Oh my God…

He was finally ready.

He entered inside her in one lunge, causing her to scream.

She was almost dying of pleasure. Her eyes were closed and so was her mouth, as she was moaning with her throat, creating a sound that was similar to a dog's cry, almost pornographic.

A sensation ran through her body, from her tongue to her finger prints. Y/N shrinked her leg muscles, she was about to finish.

She let her upper body fall into the water, completely exhausted. Only her hands stopped her from hitting the bathtub.

— Oh,baby; oh, baby… — with those words, she knew he was about to finish too.

One last time, he fucked her with speed, producing the sound of a really intense clapping. She couldn't do more than mumble words without sense. He collapsed on top of her, finally. They spent some seconds gasping for air, completely dead, with Damon resting his head on her back. Some tears had escaped from Y/N eyes, which were dilated and sparkling.

Once they got their strength back, they leaned onto the other side of the bathtub, she sat between Damon's legs.

— The water is kind of cold, isn't it love?— He said while playing with her hair.

— Yes.— She stretched out to reach the shower head and gave it to Damon.

He turned it on and let the warm water fall onto Y/N's making her sleepy.

— Damon, I love you. And no words are enough to express all of what I feel for you.

— I love you too,my little princess.— He was running his free hand through her hair.— and don't worry. I know that you love me, and I love you too. What we have is otherworldly.

Y/N smiled and then yawned. A few moments later, she was completely asleep.

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bedbellyandbeyond · 3 years ago

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Enough Talking

(Story Post)

The rest of the day went surprisingly well. Kent was so keen on spending as much of his time as possible with the twins that he barely cared what anyone else was doing around him. Nathan figured they'd need to talk at some point, but he was fine letting him get his fill at the moment. It allowed more time for him to take a break. He, Dax, and Reid went into town for dinner so they could each eat something more catered to their own diets, rather than the Bambi burgers Kent had on supply. Nathan made sure the twins were fed before they went out, but he was nervous leaving them alone with their father. He gave Kent a rundown on everything the twins needed and how to take care of them, but Kent insisted that he could do it and it would only be an hour or two anyway. It was their bedtime, so it was a matter of just getting them to sleep and not waking them up. APID had provided Kent's place with a pair of cots for the kids and they went down easy after running around for an hour in their beast forms.

When they got back from dinner, the adults had to figure out their own sleeping arrangements since they were one more than expected. Reid volunteered to sleep on the couch which made things a lot easier. Kent wanted to sleep with the cribs in his room but Nathan vetoed that and they'd stay in the living room by Reid, where Nathan could see them from the loft. Dax would join him up there again. Before they did go to bed though, Nathan still wanted a chance to talk to Kent. He knew the bear man was more likely to open up a bit when they spoke one on one, so they sat out on the porch alone. “What do you want, then?” Kent huffed, sinking into a patio chair with a beer in hand. Nathan sat down with him and crossed his ankles. “…I wanted you to know, I think it's really cool of you to let Dax come back up here to talk to me.” “It's nothin',” Kent just said before taking a sip. “I understand it might not have been easy,” Nathan said. “After all, for a moment, it could’ve been you, me, and the kids alone, like you’d been talking about before.” “That wasn't anything, just some dumb thoughts… It's not like it was ever gonna be that,” Kent said. “You brought that ghost guy anyway without even tellin' me. But it's not like I don't get it. You’re scared to trust me. Everyone is.” Nathan rubbed his neck. “…I still barely know you, really… I’ve known Reid and Dax the entire time you were gone. I know I can trust them, for the most part. I just need you to show me I can rely on you.” “I am, ain't I?” Kent retorted. “I watched my kids fine, they love me. And I know how to change a diaper now, so I can do that too, if I gotta…” Nathan patted his arm. “You did a good job today. I'd like to see more days like this. That's all.” “I can do it. And you're teachers, right?” Kent said. “It's summer, so do you gotta keep bringing them on only weekends? It's summer break, ain't it?” “Yeah, we can work out some kind of arrangement,” Nathan said. “For now though, I go where the twins go, so if you expect to see them more days out of the week, expect to see Dax and I more too.” “It's fine, I don't care,” Kent said. “I got the space.” Nathan smiled softly. “So, what do you think of Dax, then? Are you getting along?” Kent grit his teeth. “He's fine… I mean, he's limp as a long sittin' tea biscuit, but he's the right guy for you and ‘em. Smart and kind and loyal, and all that…” “So, you're okay with me dating him?” Nathan said. “Being with him and raising our kids?” Kent sat up uncomfortably. “It's not like I got a choice in the matter, is it? You already picked him and I’m just gonna be me n’ this here cottage for whenever you decide to show up…” “Kent, please just tell me how you really feel about it,” Nathan said. “They are your kids, and you will get to see them… But, do you just want to see them, or do you like seeing me, too?” Kent looked away, but his ears turned red. “…Listen, I…You're an okay guy, Nate, but I'm… I'm not…” Nathan took a breath. “Dax knows I have feelings for you,” He stated plainly. “Do you have feelings for me?” Kent looked back dumbfounded. “…You do?” “Yes.” Nathan felt his face warming up too, but he wasn’t going to retreat now. “I’m scared to admit it, because I'm worried it's the wolf and not me, but that's why I kissed you.” Kent's face went beet red. “…Yeah.” “Yeah, what?” “I…” Kent grit his teeth. “Nate, I love you.” Nathan froze, processing it. “…What?” Kent grimaced and looked away again. “I said what I said…” “You…?” Nathan shook his head. “I said I have feelings for you, but this is…” Kent growled and clutched his beer bottle tightly. “Just forget I said anything, then.” “No, no…” Nathan was still a little flustered. “Kent…” “It's dumb and stupid and I know that,” Kent growled. “I don't hardly know you, and I ain't gay, so I don't get it at all… But I am…in pain when I am around you because I can't have you. Is that what you wanted to hear?” He then drank down the rest of his beer. “No, I…” Nathan stood up. “I didn't think it was that deep… I knew you liked me, but that's, like…” He crossed his arms uncomfortably. “Are you sure?” Kent just glared at him. Nathan waved a hand. “I…no, I understand.” “Now that I told you, I imagine you won't want to be ‘round me no more,” Kent said. “And you'll run along and tell your boyfriend and he won't want me ‘round neither.” “No, that's not true…” Nathan wavered on the spot. “Listen, um… We'll talk tomorrow, okay? I think, you, Dax, and I.” “I don't want to talk to him about none of this,” Kent said, getting up. “I'm not asking for nothin' but bringing back my kids to see me. That's all. I’m sick n’ tired of talkin’.” He then opened the door and went back inside. Nathan stood there awkwardly, trying to figure out what to do. It took him a few moments, then he went inside too. Kent wasn’t in sight; Nathan assumed he went straight to bed. Reid was already passed out on the couch, which was good because he looked like he was always severely lacking sleep. Dax was in the loft just looking at videos on his phone. Nathan climbed up beside him and put a hand on his arm. “Hey, um…” Nathan whispered. “Yeah?” “How attracted to Kent are you?” Nathan asked. Dax paused his video and narrowed his eyes. “Is this a trap?” “No, no, seriously,” Nathan said. “If you could, you know, sleep with him properly, would you?” Dax looked at Nathan. “…Why?” Nathan sighed. “Come on, I just want to know…” Dax tilted his head. “I'd rather sleep with you.” Nathan smiled. “That's sweet, but that doesn't answer my question.” Dax looked at his phone and then put it down. “And you promise this isn't a loaded question? You know, after what happened…” “I swear this isn't loaded.” Dax frowned. “Okay… With your permission…I might possibly consider sleeping with Kent if the opportunity presented itself. Only with your full support, though. Like, if we had an open relationship or something. Which to be clear, I am not asking for. I am speaking hypothetically. Please tell me why I am being asked this.” Nathan sat back on his heels. “…I would to.” Dax looked at Nathan. “Okay… So you asked me all that just to tell me you would be open to sleeping with Kent?” “Yeah…” Dax blinked a few times then turned his video back on. “Alright then. Good for you, I guess?” Nathan took Dax's phone and placed it down beside him. “So, would you want to right now?” Dax looked at his partner. “What?” “Sleep with Kent right now. Do you want to? I want to if you want to.” Dax stared. “Did I miss something? Where is this coming from?” “We talked and I think Kent is more interested in us than it seemed,” Nathan said. “I mean, he likes you and he admitted he loves me.” Dax sat upright. “He what?” “Dax, the point is, I am turned on right now,” Nathan said. “But we are a pair. I would only be comfortable sleeping with Kent if you participated as well. If I'm talking crazy, slap me on the wrist now, but I'm just trying to be transparent about this.” Dax took a moment to process what he was hearing. “…So what you're saying is…a threesome with Kent is on the table?” “Yeah.” Dax felt himself start to sweat. “…Uh, what about the twins?” “They are asleep. I brought the baby monitor.” “And Reid?” “He too is asleep.” Dax wet his lips. “…Is this your idea or Kent’s?” “Mine. We would have to ask him, too.” “And you think he'd want me involved?” “He's already slept with you once. I am asking you first though, because you are my boyfriend, not him.” Dax rubbed his thighs and thought for a moment. “…Well, since it's your idea, yes. I would say ‘yes’ to sleeping with you and Kent.” Nathan smiled sheepishly. “Okay. So that's that, then. Let's go. Of course, if you don't want to, or you want to stop, you can tell me.” He gave Dax a kiss and then started to climb back down the ladder. Moments later, they were both standing outside Kent's bedroom door. Nathan knocked lightly. “Kent?” “I said, I don't wanna talk no more,” Kent’s voice came through. “We're not here to talk,” Nathan said. “What, then?” Nathan opened the door and they stepped inside. Kent was on his bed, looking at his phone too, but he stiffened seeing both Nathan and Dax in his room. “What is this?” Kent huffed. “I didn't say you could be in here.” Nathan set the baby monitor down on Kent’s wardrobe. “What do you say we do this properly?”

#lore #Nathan #Kent #Dax #werewolf #werebear #thunderbird

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wasurenagusaa · 3 years ago

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What a silly girl you are, doll.

I'm flattered that you think I'm someone else, but I'm not, not even in the slightest.

I'm definitely a retired charanon at this point but, just once and just for you, here :)

Looks like someone has gotten very comfortable with another man, mm?

Toji is... well I won't comment on his morality, I'm not one to judge anyway. Regardless, I must say it's quite cute, doll, you really think you could replace me?

I’ll let you have your fun, I just know you’d look so pretty struggling to take his cock, though I’m also aware you look so much prettier on mine. It’s ethereal, really.

Mm, I miss you.

I’ll prove it too.

I’m going to let your perfect thighs swaddle my hips, my back pressed against the headboard as I swallow your moans, your cute little cunt aching desperately against my bulge.

Daddy won’t fuck you just yet, doll, you have to be patient. It’s frustrating to watch you try so hard to relieve some pressure and get yourself off on solely some clothed grinding; but god is it so fucking sexy. Your precious face all scrunched up as I latch my mouth to your neck, shoulder, collar bone and oh-

Fuck you have the nicest tits, they'd feel so good in my mouth, doll.

Mm.

I’ll pull my sweats and boxers down and tug your panties to the side, it’s been too long and it’s rushed but it’s sort of beautiful that way. You know the saying “we couldn’t even keep our clothes on”? Yeah that’s nice, but we couldn’t even wait to take our clothes off is so much better.

I’m so eager to be buried in your tight soaking cunt, so desperate to feel you clench down hard when I tell you what a good girl you are for taking me so well.

I’ll bounce you on my dick and lift your shirt to get a good view at your tits bouncing along with my hungry grip. Fuck you’re so gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous.

You’ll be good and take all of my cum too, right?

Tell me you’ll be good or you won’t get daddy’s cum, doll.

I’m gonna fuck you so dumb that Toji will look like a saint, that you blush every time you look in the mirror knowing all the naughty things I’ve put your delicate body through.

But I’ll be sweet and take care of you afterward, you know I always do. I’ll make love to your body and carve tranquility into your soul.

You’re mine to mark, don’t forget that.

All mine.

I hope you can now tell how very different I am from who you thought I was, right? Good.

Like I said, I’m flattered, but nobody fucks you like I do.

Nobody.

- Suguru Geto (by yours truly)

Well sorry I mistook you for someone else my Love, but now that you are here, I clearly see that you are different.

Oh my Sun and Stars, how could I forgot your touch, the soft feeling of your finger tips running along my skin.

The way my body and soul remember every parts of you. The longing kisses, the desperate moans while you enter me, and my back arching from our bed, your chest pressing into mine, ravishing orgasms taking us both. We lived for our little deaths.

The flaming passion, and all these memories are bringing tears in my eyes.

I know you hate it.

You'll make gentle fun of me, calling me your little cry baby, but I can't even stop them from rolling down my face.

Your lips are attached to my breast, sucking on them for dear life, while my hand caress your long silky hair. Suguru, you don't know how crazy you drive me.

When you disappeared from my life, from our lives, it was the greatest pain I've ever felt. But having you inside me brings me back to life.

We kiss again, our tongues entangled like snakes, poisoning each others with reminiscence of broken promises. Your I'll never leave you, my I'll never let you go.

What happened for us to turned out this way. Oh yes... Your cult, you abandonned all of us, leaving us behind for this, and I found comfort in Toji's arms. But here I am in our bed, not ours, but Toji’s and mine, bouncing on your cock, moaning your name like my only prayer, your dick buried deep inside of me.

Yes daddy, I’ll be good, yes I'll take all of your cum, reminders of these nights where we shared our dreams of our family, where you imaginated me round with your child, happily ever after.

I know that I'll have to explain myself tonight, the marks of your lips, bruises like a necklace on my skin, your claws torn my back. I'll see them in the bathroom, and i’ll try to erase the marks of our sinful love. How am I suppose to hide that ?

Toji will know for sure, he knows every single mark and bruise he leaves on my body, and these ones not his, he is not stupid.

I am.

I am for falling back into your arms whenever I see you, your eyes trapping my mind, and my wish for your touch, for your burning skin are making me dumb. The carnal pleasure of your body on mine, you fucking me hard, your hands around my neck forbidding me to breathe without your authorization, your cock hitting my cervix with each thrust, making me cum over and over on you, leaving stains of white running down your shaft, sticking to your pubes. My pussy holding you so tight that you hiss when you are done shooting your seeds inside me. My legs, spread around you, are holding you in that same position, making it impossible for you to pull out. Deciding not to move, making me cock-holding you until our next round, until one of us passes out from the pleasure. Usually me.

God, now I remember why we had to part.

Because I would have give my life for you. I would have given you the power of life and death upon me.

Yours, always.

And I'll never forget it Suguru. How can I ? Never in my life. My Love, my King, my Sun and stars.

Heaven and Hell, both know how you're the only one holding my heart.

I'll never refuse you, and I must say sorry to Toji when he'll be home tonight.

But deep down, I know, and you know, as the last words we exchanged before you left two years ago.

I love you Suguru.

I'll forever be yours.

#Moon of my life #Suguru Anon <3 #My sun and stars #Hana : moots #Hana : charanon

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bangtanreadingcorner · 4 years ago

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despite it all • park jimin

chapter one — bandaid

plot — you never could ignore someone who needs help. not even a gang member.

words — 3.1K

You were walking home from a night out with friends, the pleasant buzz of alcohol in your veins making you feel giddy and floaty as you hummed softly. The street was quiet but in the distance you could hear people laughing, sirens of an ambulance, a barking dog and it gave you a sense of security and familiarity.

What was most definitely not familiar was the man rounding a corner, and almost slamming into you. You yelp, taking a quick step backwards, heart stopping before it skyrockets. You have apparently underestimated the amount of alcohol you've had to drink because that quick step causes you to loose your balance, and unable to regain it, you fall to the ground, landing ass first.

You contemplate just sitting there until the morning but when the man you almost bumped into lets out a pained groan, your eyes flicker up to him. Horror fills you as you take in his blood stained appearance. There is blood on his shirt, his pants, his face. His one hand was holding his side and his knuckles are bloody.

You scramble to your feet, suddenly much more sober than you were two seconds ago, "Oh my God, are you okay? Ah, nevermind, stupid question. You're covered in blood, you couldn't possibly be okay. Is there someone I can call for you? Ohhh, I know, I can call an ambulance."

A hand grasps around the wrist of the hand going for the phone on the inside pocket of your jacket, fingers strong and grip tight. His voice is low and husky when he speaks, "No. No ambulance."

Trying to press down the mounting panic in your chest, you swallow thickly. "Dude, not to be stating the obvious, but you are covered in blood."

"Most of it's not even mine." He says around a cough, eyes drooping, bracing himself against the wall.

Your eyes widen when you process his words and you twist your wrist in his grip, wanting to pull away and run. You clear your throat, running your eyes over him. "Well you look like you're going to be fine, so I'll just go."

He nods tiredly, letting go of your wrist, a strand of his blonde dyed hair falling into half closed, exhausted eyes, his breathing hard, and your heart twists. You want to help him and you're about to offer, when you remember his words from just seconds ago.

Most of it's not even mine.

Which means that he probably hurt whoever's blood is on him. Which means that this is a dangerous person, the kind of person you run from, not help. Judging from the tattoo in his neck, he's in a gang. You don't know what exactly everything about the different gang tattoos and what every stripe or cross means but everyone knows that anyone with a serpent tattoo is part of the most dangerous gang in the province. Maybe even the country.

You walk past him, intent on going home and forgetting about this incident. Your try putting it out of your head as you cross streets and your small apartment comes closer, but it doesn't work. At the next street you have to cross, you look back, and see the man still bracing himself against the wall as he walks slowly. He stops, resting with his back against the wall.

You bite your lip, your heart at war with your head, torn between doing the right thing and the safe thing. You look at the man again – gang member or no, he's still a person who needs help – and your heart wins the fight.

"Fuck it." You mutter to yourself before taking of in a light jog, back to the injured man. His body tenses up, like he's preparing for a fight, and his eyes snap open when he hears you approaching, hard and cold and it terrifies you a little. It's almost enough to make you turn around again. But then recognition flashes in his eyes and his tensed shoulders relaxes. You look at him silently for a moment and then you blurt out, "Where are you hurt?"

"None of your fucking business." He breathes, moving his eyes from you to the night sky.

"Rude." You clack your tongue at him, risking a step closer. "Are you bleeding anywhere? Or is all of this blood the other guy's?"

He looked at you again, something feral and definitely dangerous glinting in his eyes. "Who says there was just one?"

Instead of fear, you can feel your annoyance rising, "Can you answer the question and stop deflecting?"

His brows furrowed, clearly confused. "What are you doing here? Weren't you on your way home or something?"

Fully annoyed now, you glare at him. "I'm trying helping you, you ungrateful ass."

Amusement flickers in his eyes, "Well you're not doing a very good job of it."

"Well, you're not making it very easy." You retort, deciding to just take matters into your own hands. You step close to him before taking his arm and bringing it around your shoulders, noticing that he winces when you lift his arm. "Let's go." You tell him, tugging gently until he starts walking in the direction he came from and where you're going.

"You have no idea who I am, do you?" He asks. You glance up at him, seeing a smirk on his lips.

"I have some idea." You say, giving a pointed look to the tattoo in his neck.

"So, you know I'm in a gang." He concludes. "And that I most likely got my injuries from doing something illegal."

"Yes." You nod. "And speaking of injuries, are you bleeding?"

"Not that I know of." He answers. He wobbles a bit and you stop, waiting until he regains his footing before continuing. "And you don't care?" He asks curiously.

"Of course I care and in normal circumstances I'd probably call the police, but you're hurt and you need help, not the police. So, I'm going to help you."

"What if I'm an assassin with a thing for cutting woman into pieces?" He sounds amused, like this whole situation is a source of entertainment for him.

"Wouldn't that be a way to go." You deadpan.

He snickers and then goes quiet for a while before asking, "Are you going to call the cops?"

"Are you going to hurt me?" You ask instead of answering.

"No." He sounds like he means it but that doesn't really reassure you. "Not unless you give me a reason too." And that actually does make you feel a little better.

"Well, there you go then." You tell him.

"I should just take your word for it?" You can feel him looking at you, but you ignore his gaze, focusing on watching your step. He wasn't resting all of his weight on you, you could tell, but the added weight still slowed you down and caused strain on your muscles but you ignore it, intent on helping him.

"Considering the fact that I'm taking a stranger who is a literal gang member and a potential killer into my home, you really don't have any ground for that argument." You inform him matter-of-factly. You rewind your words and lament that maybe your are as crazy as your cousin accuses you of being.

"Your home?" He whistles, but starts coughing halfway through. "Buy a guy dinner first."

"Hah!" You scoff, ignoring the way your cheeks burn from his teasing. "I'm helping you. If anyone is going to be buying dinner, it's going to be you."

"I'm Jimin, by the way. If you're going to help me, the least I could do is tell you my name." He says, and when you look at him, he looks sincere and a little shy.

"Y/N." You tell him.

You reach your apartment without any incidents or without running into anyone – a man covered in blood would have raised questions – and you navigate it in the dark, leading him to your couch before going back to the door and locking it and flipping on the lights. You turn back to him, watching as he looks around your place. You couldn't help but feel a little self conscious. "I know it's no palace, but it's mine and you're only gonna be here for one night. Unless you plan on leaving directly after I help you."

"I like it, it feels comfortable. Like a home." Jimin tells you, face softer than its been since the moment you met him. You stare a little, but then you notice the blood on his face again and you look away.

"You should go and take a shower. I'll give you the biggest clothes I'll have, so don't worry about that. I'll wash yours and put it in the dryer, so it will be clean for when you leave. I'm pretty sure if you walk down the street with blood stained clothes in broad daylight, someone is bound to call the police." You are rambling and you're perfectly aware of it, but you're nervous.

He nods and gets to his feet, wincing. "Which way is the bathroom?"

You point, "Down the hall to your left. Do you need help?"

Jimin gives you a slight smile, "I'll manage."

You wait until you hear the shower running before you go to your room, hunting down your biggest hoodie and pair of sweatpants. You knock on the bathroom door, letting Jimin know you're leaving the clothes outside the bathroom door.

You wait on the couch for Jimin to finish, wondering what your mother would say if she could see you now.

You bite down a smile when Jimin comes out of the bathroom, towel drying his hair. The sweatpants are obviously too small, ending high above his ankles, the fabric stretching over his thighs – and if you spend an extra second looking at those muscular thighs then it was no one's business. The hoodie seemed to fit just right, but he didn't zip it up. Your eyes is glued to his chest, not because it was eye-catching – oh and it was eye-catching alright, a defined six pack was waving at you almost mockingly – but because of the bruises.

"Like what you see?" Jimin's teasing voice brings you out of your staring stupor.

"I-" You cut yourself off, suddenly choked up by emotion.

His eyes widened and he walks as quickly as he can to you. "Hey, no, no, it looks worse than it is. You should see the other guys."

"That doesn't really make me feel better, but thanks for trying." You tell him, blinking hard, and getting up from the couch. "I'm going to get my first aid box."

While in the bathroom, you toss Jimin's bloody clothes into your cleaning bucket, making a mental to wash it as soon as you're done helping him.

You walk to where he's sitting on your couch, going down on you knees so you could face him. You notice the gun laying next to him and your heart almost jumps out of your chest. You give him an unimpressed stare, "Seriously?"

He gives you a smug smirk, "It's for protection."

"From what? My bandaids?" You ask sarcastically.

"Gang member, remember?" Jimin says, like you need the reminder, and you pull a face at him.

You ignore his chuckle to inspect his face, and the first thing you notice is how attractive he is. (But that doesn't matter because you're only helping him and then he's leaving.) The second thing you notice is that there is just a few scratch marks on his face, nothing too serious. You clean it up with some antiseptic, a little impressed that he doesn't even wince.

"Okay, I need to take a look at your chest now, make sure none of your ribs are broken, so will you sit a little forward?" You ask him and Jimin does as he's asked.

"You don't seem too bothered by the presence of a gun." Jimin comments, obviously curious as you run your hands over his ribs (he tenses for the first five seconds then relaxes), pressing against it, feeling carefully.

You shrug, "My dad was a cop, and while he didn't parade his around, I got used to them nonetheless."

"Past tense." Jimin observes, eyes on your face. You can feel his gaze and it causes goosebumps to rise on your skin. "Is he dead or retired?"

Your hands falter for a moment at the blunt question. You swallow thickly, continuing your path over his ribs. "He died in the line of duty."

"What happened?" He asks.

You look him in the eye, "He got caught in the crossfire of a gang war."

"Oh." Jimin sounds like someone knocked the breath from him. Silence falls around you and it lasts until you finish your exam of Jimin's chest before he says, "I'm sorry."

You look up, "Are you really?"

"What's that suppose to mean?" He frowns at you.

"Don't say something you don't mean. I'd prefer it if you said nothing at all." You eye the bruises on his chest, wondering how people can do that to each other. "There doesn't seem to be anything broken but you definitely cracked a few of them and it's gonna hurt like a bitch, come the morning."

"How do you know all of this?" He questions.

"I'm a paramedic." You answer, reaching for his left hand, remembering that his knuckles was bloodied before the shower.

"That explains a lot." He grabs your wrist with the hand you're not holding, holding onto it almost gently. "Look, about what you said just now, you're helping me despite the fact that it could have been one of my people that killed your dad." He squeezes your wrist, looking into your eyes imploringly. "I mean it."

You shrug, tilting your head. "Yeah, well, my mom always said I can't hold a grudge to save my life."

When you're done cleaning up and bandaging his hands, you pick up the bottle of pills you brought with you. You shake out a few pills before standing to go and fetch him a glass of water. You held out the water and the pills onto him, "Here. You've got to be in a world of hurt right now."

"What is that?" He asks, eyeing the white tablets laying on your hand.

You sigh, "Just some paracetamol. It's all I have. Just because I'm a paramedic doesn't mean I keep hospital grade medicine stocked in my home."

"Four of them?" Jimin's eyebrows went up. "Are you trying to overdose me?"

You squint at him, "Don't be such a baby. I take three at a time for my headaches and I am willing to bet my right kidney that you're hurting worse than my headaches usually are."

You pack up your first aid box and when you put it away, you bring the bucket with Jimin's bloodied clothing. You filled it halfway with water and then walked to the kitchen. You empty half your salt supply into the water before using your hands to rinse the clothing.

"Why are you washing my clothes with salt?" Jimin's voice comes from behind you.

You startle for a second before taking a deep breath and answering him, "I'm not washing it, I'm rinsing it with cold water and salt, to get the blood out of your clothes."

"Seriously? That works?" Jimin asks, surprise clear in his voice.

"Yep."

"I could have saved so much money that I wasted on new clothes each time I had a bloodstain on something, if I had known that." He whines and you look over your shoulder, finding yourself strangely endeared when you see the pout his lips is pulled into.

"I'd rather not know." You snort, shaking your hands off and heading to the sink to wash them. You dry your hands, leaning against your counter as you let the clothes soak for a bit.

"You haven't asked." Jimin says out of nowhere. He was leaning against your fridge, looking exhausted, but his eyes watched you intently.

You know what he was talking about. The bruises, and where he got them, the other guys he mentioned. He had been expecting you to ask, and you never did. You cross your arms over your chest. "It's none of my business."

"It's not." He agrees.

"See." You give him a slight smile.

"Still. Most people would ask." He says, tilting his head as he looked you up and down.

"Yeah, well, I figure I'm better of going down Plausible Deniability avenue and Better Of Not Knowing street in this case."

That gets a genuine laugh out of him, his eyes scrunching and a breathtaking smile on his lips. It's bright and cheerful and your stomach swoops. You are unable to not smile back at him.

After rinsing his clothes and putting it in the washing machine, you go back to the living room, only to find Jimin fast asleep on your couch. Something inside of you goes very soft as you watch him sleep. He looks years younger, completely relaxed.

You take the step ladder from your kitchen and tiptoe back to your room, getting the extra duvet from the top of your closet. You grab one of the four pillows on your bed and you head back to the living room. Gently, you lift Jimin's head and slip the pillow underneath it, half afraid he would wake up. When he doesn't, you breathed a quiet sigh of relief and throw the blanket over him. As you tuck him in, you spot the handle of his gun, pressed into the back of the couch.

You hope the safety is on.

***

When you wake up the next morning, Jimin is gone.

Placed on top of the pillow and folded duvet stacked on your couch, is a piece of paper with writing on.

Y/N,

I put your clothes in the washing machine after getting dressed, so you just have to dry it. I figured it was the least I could do after all the trouble I gave you.

I mean what I said last night, I really am sorry about your dad.

If you ever need my help, doesn't matter if it's something dumb like a lift somewhere or something a little more serious like taking someone out for you, you can find me at the bar on 17th Street. Chances are, I'll be there. If not, ask for Taehyung and tell him Jimin sent you.

Thank you for everything.

- Jimin -

P.S. I hope I see you again someday.

***

chapter 2

A/N: this is going to be a multi-chapter/part story. I don't know how many yet, just that there will be more!! Also, I am not a medical professional, so just go with the medical inconsistencies. I promise they won't be too far fetched.

#bangtan #bangtan fanfic #bts fic #park jimin #bts jimin #jimin imagine #park jimin x oc #park jimin x reader #park jimin x you #jimin #jimin x oc #jimin x reader #jimin x you

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katiea03 · 4 years ago

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❣︎Order #4~ Rum Cupcackes ❣︎

❣︎Menu Here❣︎

❣︎Warnings❣︎: Cursing, Alcohol (and the mentions of sex once)

❣︎A/n❣︎: I’m finally back!!! It’s been like a month but that’s okay! Hope you enjoy this bit of crack byeeeee ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

You adjust your black slip dress as you walk down the street silently cursing yourself for wearing the most painful shoes in your entire closet. But at least you looked hot. You swing open the bar door and look into the dimly lit room to see Yachi and Kiyoko already there and saving a table for you.

The girls stand up as you come to the table squealing in excitement. There’s a mix of hugs and kisses on the cheek before you all sit down together.

“Suga and Daichi aren’t here yet?” You place your small handbag besides you.

Yachi leans forward on the table. “No not yet, but I think they will be here soon.” You all begin to make small talk; asking about work and how everything has been as if you guys didn’t text almost every day anyway. There’s a small silence that lingers as you guys wait for the drinks as you wait when Kyoko finally asked,

“So do you wanna talk about the whole thing with the strawberry shortcake guy?” You lean back in the cold leather seat crossing your legs and arms.

“Honestly no, that guy ghosted me after making me think we really had something. I came out here tonight to forget about him, and his stupid strawberry shortcakes.” The waiter comes back with the drinks and with a small thank you, you quickly swallow your drink.

“Fuck him.”

“Yea fuck him!... Who are we cursing out again?” Sugawara and Daichi slide into the booth you guys are in.

Yachi whispers to Suga not so discreetly, “Strawberry shortcake guy.”

Suga slams his hands on the table, “ Yea fuck that guy! Lets chop his dick off!”

Daichi smacks his chest lightly, “Babe, lower your voice.”

“So why were you late?”

Suga leans back against Daichi, “We had something to take care of.” He gives the girls ‘the look’ and they knew. Small giggles were shared and Daichi looked away embarrassed

You laugh and order another round. This was going to be a very long night.

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Who knows how many drinks later and everyone, other than Daichi is some level of drunk. Most of the night is trying to hold Yachi back from dancing on the bar table and trying to get Suga to lower his voice. After enough pulling, Kiyoko manages to get Yachi to stay seated.

“I- I just don't know why he wouldn’t call me you know… I’m hot, funny, and smarttt. I own a very successful business for fucks sake!” You wail over another drink leaning against Suga’s shoulder.

“Yea! He’s just a prick. Just forget him!” He harshly pats your head.

Yachi turns to you, and gives you a deadpan expression. “Bitch you just met him. How are you gonna cry over a dude you don’t even know”

“Don’t be mean Yachi! Heartbreak is heartbreak no matter how small!” Suga goes to take another sip from his almost empty glass when he notices a guy across the room.

“Oh my god guys, HOTTIE ALERT! That man over there talking with the guy in blue jeans. Mannn he's really cute, but he’s probably straight.” Suga’s words are slurred by this point but not inaudible.

“Babes, that’s Daichi… You know, you’re boyfriend?” Kiyoko looks back concerned.

Suga looks again and lazily smiles, “Oh yeaaaaa. I love him you know! We just moved in together. It’s really stressful but the sex is great!”

Daichi looks over and parts ways with the guy he was talking to and comes up to the table.

“Babe I want at least 3 kids I hope you know!” Suga grabs Daichi's arm.

“But you hate kids?” He looks down at Suga amused.

Suga pulls away to look up at Daichi and mumbles something, “yeaaa but kids with you wouldn’t be so bad!” Suga stands up and clings to him lovingly.

Daichi looks at the rest of you and decides everyone has had enough for one night.

It was a struggle to say the least but he somehow managed to get you three drunk girls, plus Suga, home safe.

“Now nobody leave, and just go to sleep okay?”

Suga peaks out from behind Daichi, “Oooo, what are those?”He points to your kitchen countertop.

“Rummm cupcakes!” You slur out.

“Oh-oh-oh I want one!” He goes to reach for one but Daichi pulls him back,

“No! No more alcohol! We’re leaving now, goodnight ladies. Stay safe!”

You girls wave goodbye and Daichi locks the door behind him.

You all sit there for a while talking about who knows what. Yachi threw up and you were crying about how pretty your friends were.

A good two hours later they only slightly sobered up. You all were splayed randomly amongst your living room floor, you sit up and ask,

“So what’s married life like Kiyoko?”

There’s a long pause before she answers “Honestly, it isn’t easy… I love Tanaka with all that I am, but being married so young is a lot harder than it looks. No one told us that the minute you say ‘I do’, all these crazy responsibilities pop up and suddenly it feels like you’re 20’s are gone… but I don’t regret it. I just think about it sometimes…” Kiyoko dazes off a bit and lazily smiles, “but what about you guys?”

Yachi stops spinning on the computer chair and lays her head in her palm.

“I can’t even see myself getting married. I can’t even be in a serious relationship for too long. I'm too anxious of them leaving, so it's just easy to not let any of them get on close. Oh my gosh… I‘m turning into my fucking mother!”

Both girls comfort her in unison, “ No you’re not!”

“I’m gonna die alone!” Yachi yells out before joining the girls on the floor.

With her head in her hands,” Your turn Y/n.”

Y/n sat there for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts despite the drowsy and spinning buzz within her. “ I don't know, I guess I’m just scared I’ll never know what true love really feels like.”

You’ve had a couple s/o’s through your life but could never truly say you were in love, hence why they never lasted. Your mind wandered back to Tsukishima. You knew you were crazy for being hung up on a guy you had barely even known. But as you reminisced on that night in the bakery, your heart swelled.

That warm and oh-so comforting feeling felt real again, no you knew you weren’t crazy. Something special was there. You awake from the daze you landed into to see Kiyoko and Yach lying down looking like they are about to pass out.

“I should text him right?”

Kiyoko leans her head back and mumbles something of a ‘do it girl’ and all Yachi does is give you a wonky thumbs up before they both pass out.

You were gonna give that man a piece of your mind!

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You woke up with probably one of the worst headaches in your life. But at least the room wasn’t spinning anymore. You sit up to see Yachi and Kiyoko still asleep. You look around for your phone and open it. It opens to your messages and your whole body cringing within itself and there’s nothing you want to do more than just dig yourself a hole and die.

“Fucking shit!”

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