#disclaimer i need you to understand i see all fictional men i like as like butches Curly is no exception

[dykedvonte]

I hate the stretch lines in the front of Curly's uniform because that means the devs rushed to make a model in like a month or so and thought "They gotta at least know he has huge knockers, gotta know he's got back pain." Cause like what is the thematic importance of his tits having overhang?

What responsibility is that representing? Breast reduction? It shows an inherent greed in his character due to the excess and heshouldletmeholdone and that he clearly is blinded cause if he tries to look down his damn ladder all he's seeing is his own cleavage.

[gigabyte-flare]

Insatiable (Part 1)

Summary: You are a researcher for D.S.O. who is responsible for studying Leon Kennedy as Las Plagas overtakes him, maybe even finding a cure. He starts to take a liking to you, too much of a liking to you.

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: yandere plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Extreme violence and gore, biting, dubcon, forced breeding, gross las plagas-y things, death, mentions of un-aliving. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

A/N: Heavily inspired by this artwork by @chanif-art on Tumblr along with Project Scorpion by @tagzpite. Literally could not get this idea out of my head until I wrote it down. Definitely going to be another series. We're also going to pretend D.S.O. was founded way sooner than 2011 k byeeeeee

“I fought a war and I learned how to win, but how do you fight when the enemy’s within?”

You step out of an elevator led by two armed D.S.O. operatives in tactical gear deep underground at HQ, your white lab coat flowing gently as you walk forward. Grasped in your right hand is a voice recorder. You and the operatives go through a series of heavy steel doors leading you into the bowels of the underground facility.

Is all this really necessary? you think to yourself as you’re led deeper into the abyss.

Finally, you’re brought to a single cell enclosed with clear polycarbonate panels with steel reinforcements. In this cell was a man sitting in a chair that was bolted into the floor, his hands chained behind his back and his legs chained to the legs of the chair. This man is Agent Leon S. Kennedy. You approach one of the panels closest to the steel door keeping him in. 

Switching the voice recorder on and bringing it to your mouth, you state your name before continuing, “The year is 2004. The subject is field agent Leon Scott Kennedy, currently 27 years old and exhibiting the late stages of Las Plagas infestation, his body is covered in dark, vein like marks. Subject is currently slumped over in the chair. He appears to be catatonic.”

Bringing the recorder away from your mouth, you motion to one of the operatives to guard the door. You input a passcode into a key panel next to the door. It lets out a hiss as it slowly swings open. As you step in, the door swings closed and locks.

You bring the recorder back to your mouth and continue, “Agent Kennedy?”

You watch as Leon slowly lifts his head, his face completely covered in the dark veins, his once blue eyes now have a slight red tinge to them, it makes your stomach twist in sorrow, he used to be such a handsome man.

“Subject appears to still have some cognitive ability left as he immediately recognized his name. We’re still trying to understand how he hasn’t broken down now that the alpha Plagas host, Osmund Saddler, has been destroyed--”

“I’m right here, you know,” Leon suddenly spoke, making you jump.

“Ag-Agent Kennedy!” you reply, eyes wide in shock that he’s able to speak. 

“Please, just call me Leon, sweetheart.”

His dark gaze seemed to pierce straight into your very soul. You collect yourself, clearing your throat.

“How are you feeling, Leon?”

Leon looks down at himself, tugging gently at his restraints before looking back up at you, “all things considered, I actually feel pretty damn good.”

“That’s… good, I guess,” you reply, your nervousness clear in your voice. 

You hadn’t prepared for this, every researcher that attempted to interact with him got absolutely nothing out of him, hence why they sent you down. You argued with them, not seeing the point but now you began to realize that the difference was they were all men, you were a woman. 

“Awww… there’s no need to be so nervous, sweetheart, it’s just me, Leon Kennedy. I promise I don’t bite,” he says, a small smirk appearing on his lips, “hard.”

“Do you know where you are and why you’re here, Leon?”

He lets out a chuckle, “yeah, I’m in D.S.O.’s research facility because I’m turning into a monster.”

“That’s putting it rather bluntly, but yes, that’s correct.”

“About time they sent someone cute down here to visit me, the rest were much too dull. If I wasn’t chained up, I’d ask you out to dinner and a movie.”

You feel yourself blushing, “that’s… very kind of you Leon, however that won’t be happening anytime soon, I’m afraid.”

“That’s a shame, because I’d love to take you to bed and make you scream my name,” he growls, a sinister grin overtaking him.

Your heart is pounding out of your chest as your eyes widen at him. This wasn’t like Leon at all, the parasite was clearly twisting his thoughts. You panic, turning around to motion the operatives to open the door and let you out. As soon as you’re out of the cell, you briskly walk away from the cell as fast as you can, not once looking back. You could have swore you heard Leon’s laugh echo after you. 

“I am not going back down there, are you insane?!”

“You’re the first person he has actually spoken to since he got back from Spain,” the lead researcher, Bryan said, setting your voice recorder down onto his desk. 

“So? Your point? I’m not doing it and that’s final!”

“Look, this recording gives us valuable data on him, it’s clear that the Plagas inside him is mutating into a more dominant strain. It must know it’s the last one left,” Bryan said, pleading with you.

“So we’re just going to poke and prod him like he’s some guinea pig? Leon wouldn’t have wanted that! Are you sure there’s no way we can cure him?”

“If we attempt to remove the parasite now, it will kill him--”

“Then let’s put him out of his misery, this isn’t right!”

The silence between you was deafening. After a few minutes, Bryan finally spoke.

“Judging by this recording, the Plagas has one thing on its mind.”

“Which is…?”

Bryan looked up at you, letting out a heavy sigh, “reproduction.”

“All the more reason I shouldn’t be going back down there!”

“He’ll be restrained and you’ll have at least two operatives with you at all times, you’ll be safe,” Bryan leans forward on his desk, folding his hands together, “the data you collect from Agent Kennedy is invaluable in finding out how the parasite works, just… go down and talk to him. I know yesterday was unnerving but there is one thing he said that is true, he’s just Leon Kennedy. He’s in there somewhere, even if the Plagas is influencing him.”

You cross your arms, staring at the floor, letting out a frustrated sigh before looking back up at Bryan, “fine. But I want hazard pay.”

“Consider it done, here’s your recorder back,” Bryan says, sliding the recorder across the desk towards you. 

You grab the recorder of the desk, turning on your heel to walk out of Bryan’s office.

“You are to report down there in an hour, you hear me?” Bryan calls after you just as you walk out the door.

You fight the urge to flip him off, thinking better of it. You walk down the hall into your office, getting your lab coat back on and sitting at your desk. You press play on the recorder, listening back on your interaction with Leon several times. There was one part where you repeated it several times, sending chills down your spine.

“That’s a shame, because I’d love to take you to bed and make you scream my name.”

How long had Leon been locked down here, chained to this chair? How many men in lab coats came and tried to talk to him? He knew he was a lost cause, why were they keeping him alive? How many times did he wish death would come and take him in his sleep?

But then you came, awakening something in him.

Your natural scent filled the cell completely, so many hours had gone by and he could still smell you and you smelled absolutely divine. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, the way your voice was so sweet yet filled with drive and intelligence. The way you blushed when he flirted with you. The way your heartbeat began to race at just the mere mention of taking you.

God you were so cute when you ran off, all flustered, he couldn’t help but laugh; he hadn’t felt alive like that in so long. His reminiscing was interrupted suddenly when he could hear footsteps coming down the hall. Lifting his head, he practically began to salivate when he saw you had returned.

You came back to me, baby, where you belong…

“The subject appears to be conscious and alert, he watched us as soon as we were in his line of sight,” you say as he watches you speak into the voice recorder. 

With a hiss, the door opens and you step inside. Leon breathed in deep, taking in the smell of you, you smelled even better than you had yesterday. He feels his cock twitch in his pants in excitement. He watches as the door behind you closes and locks, just like it had yesterday, trapping you in here with him.

Curse these fucking chains…

“You’re more lively today, Leon, care to tell me why?” you ask, your voice flat and void of any emotion.

“How about you tell me why you smell so nice,” Leon replies, grinning at you, drool running from his mouth down his chin.

He watches you shift uncomfortably before you continue, “I’m not answering that.”

Leon scoffs, shaking his head, “then I’m not going to talk to you, sweetheart.”

You take a deep breath, “if I’m going to be honest, I don’t know why I smell so nice to you, Leon.”

His red eyes scan up and down your form, imagining it without all those needless clothes. Imagining himself pinning you to the floor and fucking you stupid. A strange, clicking sound came out of him from the back of his throat as he pulled aggressively on the chains holding him to the chair. He watches as the two men with guns outside become alert. Leon lets out a low growl as he glares at them.

You turn to face the men, signaling to them to stand down. He watches them both relax before you return your attention to him. 

“The transformation appears to be progressing faster than expected,” you say into the recorder, “are you in any pain, Leon?”

Leon slowly shakes his head, “no, just unbelievably horny, doll.”

“We have reason to believe the subject is displaying an increased libido due to the fact that the parasite inside him knows it’s the last of its kind.”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here, that’s awfully rude.”

“Fine,” you say, lowering the recorder away from your mouth, “what do you want to talk about, Leon?”

“You should ask those nice boys out there to take these chains off me,” Leon purrs, staring at you longingly.

“Absolutely not, Leon,” you reply, crossing your arms, “those chains are there for my safety as well as your own, at least until we can get the Plagas out of your body.” “I think I’m too far gone for that, don’t you think, sweetheart?”

You take a deep breath and exhale loudly, the sorrow clear in your eyes, “I am so sorry that this is what you have become, Leon.”

“I’m not,” Leon says as that sinister grin overtakes him again; he starts to chuckle.

“Leon,” you begin, stepping closer and kneeling down to be eye level with Leon, “I know the real you is in there, somewhere, you have to fight it.”

Your scent was almost enough to drive him crazy, you were delectable. He licks his lips, that clicking sound coming out from this throat again. His eyes are locked on you and he sees you glance down briefly before looking back into his eyes. He knew what you were looking at, you were looking at the noticeable bulge in his cargo pants.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” Leon says, his body visibly trembling.

You don’t respond, you simply stare at him with that same sad look in your eyes. How could you not want him as much as he wanted you. His lips curl into a snarl.

“Let me FUCK YOU!” he growls, lunging forward, the bolts in the chair letting out a loud screech as they’re bent slightly.

You stumble back, falling backwards onto the floor as Leon continues to struggle violently. The two men with guns come rushing in, one of them grabbing you off the floor while the other shoots a tranquilizer dart into Leon’s thigh. Leon feels the effects almost instantly, his body becomes limp as he becomes sluggish, his mouth hanging agape as he watches you get led out of the room by the two men, the door shutting and locking behind them as you’re led away.

“Mine,” he whispers in his last moments of consciousness, “all mine.”

Part 2

[lbxbx]

Blackmail | KTH

Pairing: Idol!taehyung x reader

Genre: smut, angst. Five shot

Synopsis: being part of their staff meant you had to be around them all the time, Taehyung has a checklist of all the girls he slept with and filmed and you were next on the list, as he lures you using several ways one of them being actually showing you the content he films, before you finally give in and he actually films you to tick you off of his list. Little do you know it’s the biggest mistake ever.

Disclaimer: events and incidents in this fiction are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. This does not resemble Taehyung’s character whatsoever.

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“He’s probably late over something stupid.” One of the hairstylists huffs blowing her fringe off of her face.

Nothing new really, you’re so sick of hearing her whine all the time, as if she’s not aware of how hectic the schedule is especially during their tour, not only the schedule is all over the place, they usually get sick and exhausted during this time so they do deserve to rest for an hour longer at least.

Of course you rolled your eyes and sometimes you would actually leave the entire room the second she starts whining and radiating negative energy to the entire staff, once she starts nagging, the energy shifts right away since over half of the staff don’t like her.

You were able to manage though and got used to it since you’ve been working with her for a couple years now, you figured out a way to reduce your chances of a headache. The moment she starts whining you take your airpods out of your pocket and put them on, blasting the music really high up and totally caring less if you couldn’t hear people around you.

Your job was quite sensitive, it took you years to get to where you are right now, you had to be there all the time whether it was broadcasts, practice or even listening parties or stupid birthday parties, you were always there with them.

And being with them for a few years now made you all really close, you understand their characters very well and it’s nothing like what people see on TV or their phone screens, they’re still human after all, and most importantly, they’re still men.

It’s four in the afternoon and time is ticking, the concert is supposed to be started by 9 in the evening and they’re still not here, and there was still a sound check and practice that had to be done first, you were really behind on schedule. You see the girls standing up at the same time which makes you lower down the music.

You hear footsteps coming from the end of the aisle and the staff are all on standby which means that they’re finally here, you take your spot near your station and put your airpods back in their case ready to start on Taehyung’s face.

Your work suited his face the best, of course you’d work on everyone’s face if they needed you to cover for someone, but you were really skilled and your talent suited his features the most. You’ve been working on Taehyung for a couple months now.

 He gets into the room and yanks his top off, a view you’re used to the entire time whether it was him or any of them, he throws himself onto the chair and looks at you once before looking at his reflection in the mirror. “How are you?” A forced smile lingers on his face.

“Good, how are you?” You smile under your face mask, he nods his head. “Sleep deprived, but I should make it.”

“Fingers crossed.” You cross your own fingers and put a headband around his head to get his hair off of his face, he’s growing his hair really tall that he’s tying it in a man bun most of the time. “I know what you’re thinking, and I’m not planning to cut it off.”

He’s smarter than what people think, you giggle and nod. “I think it looks good on you.” You finally pump some primer onto your hand and start dabbing it onto the skin of his face.

You know people envy you for your job, and in fact you’re really happy with it because it pays really well along with other privileges. Their fans probably envy you the most and you know they look really good but you’re not attracted to any of them in any possible way. You spent so much time with them that they feel like colleagues.

After all, you and them work for the same company.

He takes his phone out and dims the brightness as he starts rapidly texting someone, his leg anxiously moving up and down, you’re used to that too, he must be nervous or tired.

It was peak summer and the weather was suffocating, the humidity and the heat together forced everyone to either wear less clothes or constantly keep the air conditioners turned on, but in your case you had to chose both because you cannot stand the heat, and you get really embarrassed if you got sweaty.

And honestly your top was driving you insane, it was really lose that it kept going down your shoulder, and whenever you would move to grab a brush or anything, it would slip down your shoulder and reveal your bra straps, you can’t keep holding onto it the entire time because you needed both your hands while you’re working, so once you adjust your top it would slip back down your shoulders in seconds.

It kept happening over and over before Taehyung notices, a smug smirk sits on his face before he runs his index finger over the collar of your shirt. “I love your shirt.” And you playfully slap his hand off and grab him by his chin to throw his head back, dabbing contour onto his jaw line. “Thank you, I got it when we were in Vegas last year.”

He moves his head down again to look at your plain white top as if it was his first time seeing this excessive amount of skin, he’s totally checking out your tits and cleavage that appeared whenever your shirt fell down your shoulder. “Oh I miss Vegas.”

“You do?” You push his head back again and he finally gives in. “I enjoyed shopping there.”

“Other magical stuff can happen in Vegas if you know what I mean.” He winks at you which makes you force a laugh. “Says the one who spent his entire time at the hotel.”

“Exactly.” He simply agrees before looking around making sure no one is listening before signaling you to come closer and you do, and he whispers. “I spent two nights with four different women.”

You’re used to so many weird things from the seven boys, but this is a first for you. You look around worriedly hoping that no one over heard him, your body tenses and you feel the need to escape this weird topic. “It was an iconic concert though.”

He scoffs before whispering again. “Girl fuck the concert, four different whores in two nights, it was an experience out of this world.”

“Taehyung.” Your voice stern and serious when you stop him. “You know this isn’t allowed, and you’re being a little loud right now.”

He waves his hand before he looks you dead in the eye. “We do this all the time, nothing is not allowed.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s always you men bragging about stuff like that.”

And he even dares to look around the room again. “There are 13 different women in this room right now, I slept with like.. 9 of them.”

Your shirt drops down your shoulder again but you’re too occupied working on the face in front of you that’s been blabbering nonstop about things that are making you severely uncomfortable. “This is totally not okay.”

“Says who.” His eyes pierce through your cleavage. “Sometimes girls beg me to sleep with them, and I can’t let them down can I?”

“You’re lying.” Your fingers start working faster still making sure the makeup that sits on his face is flawless, you’re wishing this conversation would end fast.

“I can show you if you want to.” He raises an eyebrow in challenge and you giggle thinking in your head that he’s totally joking, but he probably isn’t.

“No thanks I’m good.” You finally put on some lip tint and spray his face with a setting spray. “You’re good to go.”

He gets up but his eyes are still focused onto your chest, a little uncomfortable space between you two as he puts his hands in his pockets. “If you still don’t believe me go ask Namjoon or Jungkook, they spent the night with someone and they could probably tell you about it.”

“Why are you insisting on proving it to me?” You frown and walk a step back, “I’m not interested in finding out more.”

He shrugs carelessly. “I wanted to do you a favor, maybe the nine I fucked in this room can finally be ten, by then I’ll have only three left.” He laughs, totally proud of the joke he said, if that’s even considered a joke.

You scrunch your nose and hit his chest playfully, you kind of wished you did it harder though before you tell him. “Shut up, get away.”

He takes another step closer and hooks his finger to the collar of your shirt to reveal your chest that’s only covered with a bra.

“I know the female body really well, and I know women really like having their tits sucked, have you ever had your tits sucked before?”

This time you push him harder and hug your shirt closer to your chest. “You’re crossing the limits Taehyung. Get away.”

He laughs playfully and feigns innocence before tapping your nose. “You’re so cute do you know that? I’ll see you on the break, maybe you should do some thinking until then.”

Mira the hairstylist pushes Taehyung back onto his chair and takes the headband off of his head, you reorganize the makeup into the makeup bag when you overhear him asking her. “Are you feeling better today?”

Mira sounds flustered when she answers him. “Shut up.”

Maybe he did actually fuck over half of the girls around this room, this man is unbelievable.

-

As soon as the first part of the concert ended they moved backstage again to change and have their makeup retouched, you knew he was going to start the awkward talk again so you put your airpods  on and pretended to be listening  to music even if you weren’t. His eyes were  piercing through your entire body the whole time.

He takes out his phone and opens the gallery to purposely open a video he filmed, he could see that you were watching his screen so he turns up the brightness on his phone.

In the video was a naked girl on her knees in front of him, her hands tied behind her back and her makeup was smudged, she was begging him to make her cum . And he was caressing her cheek and  putting his thumb between her lips.

Your facial expressions change and you find yourself cringing, he looks at you and bats his eyelashes. “I told you.”

“Taehyung, this is wrong on so many levels.” You push his face to the side to work on his makeup.

“It isn’t, I promise.” He shakes his head. “I promise you no one will ever know. We can spend a couple nights together and that’s it, no strings attached.”

And you immediately refuse. “Absolutely not.”

“Are you close with any of the girls around here?” He asks and you’re a little taken back at his question. “Yeah?”

“Who?”

“Luna I guess.” You name one of the girls while shrugging and he scoffs, before exiting the video on his phone and scrolling through it to open another video.

In it you see Luna one of your closest friends in the company, blindfolded in a bed and Taehyung’s face is in between her legs as he’s eating her out. Is it really okay to mess around?

“You can’t be serious.” You gasp. “Is it only you or do the other guys do the same?”

“I don’t care, but if you have your eye on someone I could hook you two up together or something.” He shrugs and your jaw visibly  drops. “You are unbelievable Kim Taehyung.”

“Wait until you try me in bed. I’m a fucking god.” He confidently speaks and you’re shocked, you’ve known the man for years but this is totally new for you. “Name someone else.” He exits the video on his phone before you shake your head. “No thanks, I don’t think I wanna see anymore.”

He locks his  phone and leans his head back onto the chair while crossing his arms. “Just think it through and I promise you won’t regret it.”

“It seems to me like you’re the one begging for sex.” You force a smirk, his eyes meet yours for a couple seconds and he mirrors your smirk. “What if I was?”

“You’re getting nothing anyway.” You shrug. “You’re done, get up.”

“Oh I get it.” He remains in his seat. “Are you attracted to someone else? Let me guess, is it Jungkook? All women have something for that jerk.”

“I can’t deny he’s cute. But nope.”

“Is it Seokjin?” He tilts his head. “No, is it Jimin? Do you have a kink for cute guys or something?”

You roll your eyes and turn your head to walk away before he grabs your wrist. “Can you make my lips a little darker please?”

You look around trying to find the lip brush before dabbing some color onto his lips. “I’ve been told that I was good with my mouth, I just care about you so much I feel the need to make you experience it.”

“Oh my god.” You roll your eyes and put the lip brush away, he rises up on his feet while laughing, “Alright I promise I’m done, but I just want you to think it through, you won’t regret it.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t think I’m changing my mind.” You clean up your station, he brushes his entire body against your back and whispers. “Will you be there tomorrow on the episode filming?”

“Well I guess unfortunately I’m always there.” You flinch in your spot and immediately take a step back. “Taehyung please stop touching me like that.”

“Alright.” He takes a step back and whispers. “I have a surprise for you tomorrow, I promise you will love it.”

“Then maybe I should call sick.” You look at his reflection through the mirror, he smirks and high key stares down at your ass, a second away from actually groping it in front of the entire staff and his band mates. “So I’m guessing you don’t like surprises.”

“From you? Nope.” You turn to face him, realizing you’re sandwiched between him and the mirror behind you, “May I?” You clear your throat, trying to find a way to get away from him, he stands next to you and gives you enough space to walk out of the room, his eyes still locked onto your ass, thank god it was summer time and thank god for biker shorts. Taehyung was suffering when he can clearly see the outline of your panties through your shorts and he can’t do anything about it.

Your rejection only makes him insist more and Taehyung grew up spoiled, people got him everything he wanted, and if they didn’t, he made sure to get it in his own way. So your rejection doesn’t really matter to him. He will have you eventually.

Even if you said no.

-

It’s the next day and you were already on the set, luckily one of the other stylist couldn’t make it so you had to work with Namjoon and Jimin instead. You could clearly see Taehyung’s eyes staring at your reflection in the mirror even when he’s three chairs away. You roll your eyes when he winks at you and he even dares to blow a cheap kiss. Your friend Leah who’s been working on his face rolls her eyes too and stands in the way.

“Do you wanna put your lenses on?” You ask Namjoon, he takes one look at the mirror and shrugs. “I don’t feel like putting lenses on, what do you think?”

“You’d look good both ways, but maybe I should put more eye makeup on if you’re not putting lenses on, is that okay?” You fish out another palette and show him the colors and he nods. “Yeah, sounds good.”

“Of course. Y/N’s so good you have no idea.” Taehyung gets up from his chair and walks towards you. “You’re lucky she listens to you, I tried suggesting things to her but she kept saying no.”

Namjoon scoffs and grabs out his phone. “It’s because she’s smart.” Does he know about his friend?

“Don’t you want to know about the surprise?” He puts one of his hands in his pockets and takes a step closer to you, his other hand picking onto your top, even sneaking a look under it.  Practically there was nothing to see, the studio they were filming in was freezing cold so you had an extra layer on. You subtly push his hand away and look back at Namjoon’s face trying to finish him up. It was basically impossible with Taehyung distracting you.

He takes another step closer this time his body almost touching yours as he whispers. “I’ll be waiting for you in the parking lot after we’re done filming, please come.”

You sigh and look at him, this can’t end up will and it won’t. His personality specifically scares you and you could swear the man was bipolar in some sort, when sometimes he’s all flirty and shit, and all of a sudden he claims this character that’s so innocent and cute which doesn’t really suit him.

“I’ll think about it.” You put the brush down and tap Namjoon’s shoulder. “What do you think?”

“It looks great, thank you.” He barely smiles and immediately leaves his chair to go and lay down on the nearest couch. You turn your head back to put the brush back into the makeup bag and Taehyung is still standing there. His eyes still scanning your entire body.

He’s a man with a plan, and honestly he knew exactly how he wants to have you. He scans you head to toe, your hair that he wants to pull on while he’s pounding into you uncontrollably, your lips and neck that he cannot wait to bite into. The way you bite your lip when you’re anxious or when you try to hide a laugh always ignited him.

Your chest, fuck he can easily tell the color of your bras and he even knows when you do your laundry, he knows exactly when are the days you wear on your sports bra, or the days you switched to your black bra that perfectly highlighted your tits. Although he grew to be a fan of your pastel pink bra that makes the color of your skin pop, he admires how the cups hug onto your big tits and this bra’s straps particularly keep sliding down your small shoulders.

He moves down to your waist and hips, the outline of your panties through your pants were like a gift from god to him, he would purposely drop things down on the floor just to watch you pick it back up, and those days would usually end up with him either hooking up with someone just to let it out of his system, or just jerk it off alone in his place.

Your juicy ass is going to be the death of him, he would sometimes sneak into the gym at the company just to watch you jog in your tights, satiating his eyes and scratching an itch inside him just to watch it jiggle right before his eyes.

During their tours he would constantly grab your handbag into his hotel room, making an excuse that your handbags look alike even when they aren’t even remotely close to being similar. He would lock the door right away and rummage through your clothes just to fish out all your panties and jerk off to them, one being around his cock and the other one near his nose and lips, sniffing and inhaling whatever is left onto them of your smell, even though they were washed, but he convinced himself that this is how you smell. It was really erotic.

And before you notice your bag missing, he would quickly take pictures of your panties just for him to keep and return them to your bag and switching it out with his. He lost control so many times and “Accidentally” Shot his seed onto your panties, and with the small span of time he had, he had to return them soiled into your handbag.

Which when you discovered it was already dried up, you huffed and the naïve you thought it was the bottle of your conditioner blew up or something, which if you think harder and open your eyes, it was only one soiled panty.

Taehyung had a goal, and growing up not being surrounded by many women in his life, he’s compensating but in an abnormal way, he has hooked up with over half the women who work in your company and it was your turn and he wanted to have you just so he can check your name on the list and tick it done.

“We’re starting in 10 minutes.” The producer announces which snaps Taehyung out of his thoughts. “So did you pack for tomorrow?”

“Yeah, aren’t you excited?” You genuinely ask, you packed up your carry on the night before since you’re all heading to Osaka tomorrow for their tour. You can’t deny you love your job, you get to travel all over the world with them and you even get paid for it. But little do you know, there will be a price you have to pay.

“Oh yeah, even when it’s just for one day but I love Osaka.” He looks behind you and you follow his eyesight to find one of the stylists wearing short shorts that her lower butt cheek was clearly visible to everyone. You look back at Taehyung to see him still glancing at her ass with his head tilted. “Oh my god Taehyung, stop.”

He laughs and takes his phone out. “Come take a look. Her ass didn’t look like that when she was naked.” You debate for a second but you’re human after all and you’re a little curious, you stand next to him and watch him dig through a locked folder on his phone, scrolling up for a good two minutes before he finds the picture.

It was that stylist laying flat on the bed face down, her hand tied behind her back and her bare ass was sore read, clearly spanked and fucked until she passed out. And he was right, her ass didn’t look the same when she was naked. “You’re right, but that doesn’t mean that this isn’t wrong.”

“Hey, if it makes you feel better I get their consent before I do anything.” He scrolls up again. “Wanna see something else? Look, this is her.”

He hands you one of his airpods and you put it on, and he starts a video of her down on her knees, her eyes blood red, clearly she was either drunk or high, and she was begging him to slap her on the face with his thumb into her mouth.

“Shit.. Please daddy, please spank me and make me yours.”

“Good girl, are you going to be daddy’s little whore and beg more?”

“Please spank your little whore on the face, it feels so fucking good when you do that, please spank me.”

And he slaps her hard on the cheek enough to make her hair fall on her face, but she immediately looks back at him and begs him to do it again and again and he does. And you can’t help but to notice the tip of his cock showing in the video. “How does getting slapped on the face feel good? I don’t get it.”

“Shh-“ He notices your voice getting a little higher and opens up another video. “You shouldn’t knock it till you try it, every girl I’ve been with said it felt amazing.”

“Do you think you would enjoy getting slapped on the face?” You ask, blinking your eyes a couple of times, he smirks and locks his phone. “I haven’t tried yet, but I’m willing to try it with you if you want to, maybe you can slap me on the face while you’re riding my dick, we’ll see if it feels good.”

Your face flushes at his explicit mentions of sex, you hit him on the arm and turn away from him, packing your kit into the makeup bag and taking a seat finally. And your flushed cheeks are considered as a good sign to him, he’s getting there and he’s slowly sinking his claws in to have you eventually.

The episode they’re filming took them a little over eight hours, you’re already packed and ready to leave and you hesitate actually going down to the parking lot, it’s almost an hour after filming and you’re not sure he’s still in the building or not.

The elevator stops at -1 and you make your way out, the entire floor is near empty and you can only spot around four cars parked around the floor, and all of them seem empty, except for the Genesis Suv that’s parked way back in the corner that flashes it’s lights repeatedly. It’s him.

You make your way there and reach your hand to the door handle and try to open it but it’s locked. Quite a trashy move of him to actually call you over and forget his car locked. You roll your eyes when he unlocks the car and you go inside. “What?”

“What?” He mocks you and locks his car again, “How was your day?”

“Taehyung just make it quick will you? We have a flight to catch tomorrow and I’m nowhere near ready—“ You’re interrupted by him shushing you and grabbing your purse away from you to put in the back seat. He reaches his entire body to the car floor and takes out a little box that’s wrapped in a tiny velvety ribbon. “This is my surprise for you.”

You’re intrigued. Your gaze meets his for a split second before you reject the box. “I can’t take gifts from you.”

He doesn’t even argue as he offers you the box again. “Hey, you don’t have to open it now if you want to.” He puts the box down onto your lap and leans his arm on the middle console. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning and you’ll tell me what you think, deal?”

You’re even more intrigued and you’re getting more curious to actually find out what’s inside, and why would he actually stay after schedule just to hand you this gift? You even shake the box while suspiciously maintaining eye contact with him which makes him smirk. You can only hear one thing clicking in the box and you can’t quite put a finger on it and figure out what it is?

“Alright, whatever. Are you going to drive me to my place or what?” You already put your hand on the door handle ready to leave the car. “No I can’t I’m sorry, I have a place to be, I can get you to the bus stop if you want to.” He just says that out of pity. What a douche.

“No thank you, I’ll walk there.” You squint your eyes before you leave the car, he doesn’t even wait for you to walk out of the building and he drives away fast, he really is a douche.

Public transportation wasn’t a big deal for you anyway, the ride home on the bus was very therapeutic to you, you usually keep your headphones on and listen to an audio book on your way back to clear your mind, or you would usually catch up with your friends on the group chat or something.

Sometimes you would even fall asleep if it was an exhausting day, but on your trip home tonight you were anticipating getting to your studio apartment so much, not that you’re greedy for the gift or anything, but you’re just curious why he so suddenly decided on giving you a gift that actually looks expensive.

You get there after a 40 minute trip and you finally get into your flat, not even taking your shoes off you rush to your couch and put the box down and untie the little dainty velvety ribbon, you take the top of the box off and you only see a few wrapping papers covering what seems to be a clothing item. You take it out and you feel your entire body heat up. It’s a costume.

No no, not any costume, it’s a little too slutty to be an actual costume. It’s a black leather one piece with spaghetti straps, a really low neck line that you know no one’s chest will ever fit in them. Not only that, but a pair of black lace stockings and suspenders, and a choker.

What in hell..

You put them down on the couch beside you and dig deeper into the box to find cat ears headband and a.. What the actual fuck.

A butt plug?

You cannot believe him, you put the blame on yourself for actually listening to him and meeting him up in the parking lot, and you shouldn’t have accepted the gift in the first place, he’s an actual man whore.

You scrunch up the entire outfit in a messy ball and throw it back in the box, before closing it and throwing it near your door on the floor, so you can pick it up and throw it in the trash in the morning.

-

A mini-van is supposed to collect all the girls up from their places and head to the airport, and of course you’re late. Last night’s sleep was horrendous, you couldn’t stop overthinking about the little trashy gift you got from the trashy man. You cannot believe some girls actually idolize this man.

“Y/N, if we miss the flight we have to book one ourselves.” Mira shouts as you hurriedly close your carry on and struggle to put on your pair of sneakers. You look at the trash near your door and sigh. “Damn it. I have to take the trash out.”

“Nope, you’re not taking anything out, I’m not willing to pay anything extra for the job I cannot stand.” She’s slowly losing her patience and so are you. You forget about the trash and get out of your place and lock your door.

The moment you get to the airport it’s already chaotic. Their schedule has been up since last week to the public and their fans know that they’re going out for tour, so they’re waiting there to hand them gifts and handmade letters. Again you cannot believe the image he shows to people of him when you know his true personality.

And boy was he good at faking an entire persona, you have no idea what girls think of him but fuck he’s nowhere near how girls imagine him. A trashy human being that you could swear reeks like sex the entire time. He looks like he woke up with a hangover so you guess he was probably with someone last night and he was onto something.

He notices your existence amid all the chaos when you all get up to the lounge to have your breakfast even when you could’ve waited to get to Japan to eat, the trip wasn’t that far away. You grab yourself a cup of coffee and stack up food on your plate, you know you won’t have the time to eat later so you decide on fueling up early today.

“Good morning.” He puts his coffee down on the same table you’re sitting around and you sigh before looking around. Relax Y/N, you cannot make a scene.

“Good morning.” You proceed on eating, you cannot let him ruin your morning this quickly.

“So, what do you think?” He crosses his legs and tilts his head towards you. “The moment I saw the costume I knew I had to buy it for you.”

“Mhm, truly says a lot about your character, a trashy gift from someone like you.” You don’t beat around the bush. He laughs and leans towards you to whisper. “Please tell me you got it in your luggage.”

“Nope, I’m getting rid of it—“

He shrugs right away. “Then I’ll buy you another one.”

A moment of silence fills the air when your gaze meets his for a couple seconds, he pulls his chair closer to yours and takes his phone out which makes you whine. You know he’s going to show you more of his kinky NSFW content and it’s really uncomfortable for you to watch it. “Look, I don’t know how I can explain this better for you, but trust me. It is okay for things like that to happen in this field.”

“Just because everyone’s doing it doesn’t mean it’s right.” There you go, a girl with standards.

“I swear it is okay.” He pulls his chair even closer and now his shoulder is rubbing against yours when he whispers. “Y/N baby, us men are totally different. You girls can go around without sex for ages and you won’t even care. But men have this sexual energy that they need to let out one way or another.”

This is really disgusting.

“And people like us need to be careful on who to hook up with, and you girls are the safest because we work together.” He shrugs. “Not only us, every idol in the country has to do so.”

Of course it’s partially right, but you’re genuinely confused on why wouldn’t he just get a girlfriend instead of bitching around with plenty of women.

“You know, the idea itself is not that acceptable, but I can understand. But why do you film them? For the love of god you have an entire folder on your phone dedicated to this content. I mean, why do you have to film them when you have them right there in front of you?”

“Good question.” He nods. “You know how some people try and discover themselves, they sometimes dig around here and there trying to find out what actually turns them on, and you know they try and discover their preferences?”

“Are you trying to mansplain what kinks are?” You proceed on eating. “So is that your kink? You like filming women?”

“It’s more fun than the actual thing to me. And the times I made myself cum to the videos I created are countless. It’s fucking sexy.” He grits on his teeth and puts an arm around your chair. You’re getting uncomfortable with him not leaving you enough amount of personal space. “I love watching them looking at the camera and begging to be fucked and just submit to me.”

“And they’re all okay with being filmed?” You ask him and he nods right away. “Now they know what I like, and now they ask me to film them. What about you?”

“No, I’m good thank you.” You answer right away and put down your fork when you’ve fully wiped your plate clean.

“No, I mean what kinks do you have? Have you tried discovering what your preferences are?” He asks, twirling a strand of your hair in his hand, you can feel his breath against your ear when he whispers. “What was it like being fucked the first time?”

It takes you a moment to answer but you eventually do. “I don’t remember what it was like, it was long ago, but I don’t recall it being fun.”

“First time is always awkward.” He nods. “What about the second time?”

You shrug one shoulder and cross your arms. “I don’t think of sex the way you do. I mean I’ve had sex multiple times with different partners, but I think it’s a little overrated.”

“Overrated?” He’s offended. His hand sits on his chest. “You think sex is overrated?”

“Okay chill.” You get up on your feet to refill your coffee and he follows you. “I just don’t find it as fun and as pleasuring as people claim it is.”

“It’s because you haven’t had it with the right person.” He defends right away. “Oh my god did you even cum before?”

You shrug. “I don’t know, maybe.”

He’s interrupted by your gate opening, their carryon luggage is carried and already loaded inside and the rest of the staff is starting to board. “This isn’t finished yet. I’ll see you when we get to our hotel.”

“Whatever Taehyung, don’t make a big deal out of this.” You push him away to grab your bag and get in line. “It is a big deal.” He argues one last time and gets in line and boards the plane.

-

You have no idea what went through you, but the entire flight you were rethinking your conversation with him and you find yourself slowly getting convinced about the idea generally. You really surprised yourself when you hum out loud, thinking that you are getting curious to try and spend one night with him.

Do girls actually want to sleep with him because he’s good? Or because he’s an idol and that’s like literally a fetish to some people.

You cannot deny he’s really good looking, he’s really charming on camera but even the camera doesn’t do him any justice, he was perfectly sculpted in real life and way more attractive than people think.  But it’s just his recurrent sexual behavior that’s been setting you off. You find yourself cringing.

The entire plane has been booked for Bangtan and their staff. Them with their managers, security, filming staff, directors, producers, engineers, stylists and makeup artists of course, editors. Everyone on this plane knew each other.

It was a little noisy to begin with since some are catching up and some are chatting, so you put your earphones on the entire flight, and right when your third song on your playlist ended and the fourth one is about to start, you over hear the girls behind you.

“You need to cover for me when we get there.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can barely stand on my feet, and I’m really sore from last night.”

“Who did you spend the night with? I thought you were inviting me.”

“Taehyung and Jungkook. I passed out at the end.”

“You’re kidding.” 

So it is normal for girls to actually sleep with them and go around telling their friends like it’s totally okay. It’s starting to feel like a whore house, and it probably is.

You peak your head to look towards Jungkook and Taehyung, both of them are sleeping and even snoring. Of course they’re tired when they spend the previous night with the same girl. This is so fucked up.

Not long after you all get to the hotel to spend the only free hour you get before your day starts and you all head to the stadium for rehearsals. You’re surprised that the entire hotel is booked for the staff too and you luckily get your own room with one single bed, but who are you to complain? You always hated having roommates, so one bed is way better than having a roommate.

Right when you’re about to close the door a foot stops it from moving any further which startles you for a second before you open the door again. Of course it’s him, who’s been digging deep and moving around asking stylists which room you got. “Oh come on.” You whine.

“Can I come in?” He so politely and innocently asks, for a second you’d doubt he’s the same person who showed you an entire folder of girls begging him to do stuff to them. He doesn’t even step a foot further inside your room before you huff and roll your eyes. “Come in.”

He takes one last look to the corridor and walks in, the door automatically locking when it closes.

“What’s up?” You act occupied as you take out your skin care products to put onto the dresser. He plops down onto your bed and grabs the pillow to put under his head. “We have unfinished business.”

“Taehyung, don’t you take no for an answer?” You don’t even spare him a glance.

“Hey, If it makes you feel any better, I’m your friend and colleague, we’re around the same age, consider this as a friend helping another friend.” He shrugs and talks as if it’s that easy. “And if it makes you comfortable, I’m not filming you if you don’t want to.”

“Oh yeah, because filming me was the only problem.” You turn your head to the little coffee machine in the corner of your room and make yourself a cup, he doesn’t argue back which makes you wonder why, you turn your head and he’s literally digging into your handbag and taking out one of your bras.

“Kim fucking Taehyung.” You snatch your bra away from him. “Get out.”

“I knew you were a C cup.” He gets up onto his feet. “Look, I’m sorry if this made you uncomfortable, but I don’t know why you’re really over thinking it. It’s just a one time thing, we hook up and that’s it, no one has to even know.”

“You could easily lure any woman into bed and we both know it, but snatching away my bra and showing me your stupid kink and shit won’t get me into bed with you.” You put your bra back into your handbag and close it.

“Then tell me how.” He puts his hand into his pockets. “What could get Y/N to sleep with me?”

“Exactly, and it’s nothing, nothing could get me to sleep with you Taehyung, this is fucked up.”

“Money? How much and I’ll give it to you cash, right now.”

The audacity on this man.

“Oh my god, you’re making it even worse if you can’t tell. Get out.” You open the door to your room.

He huffs and walks towards the door to shut it again. “Okay, look, I’m sorry if this offended you I didn’t mean so. But again why are you rejecting it? Millions of women want to be in your place.”

“Yeah, I know, and I’m not one of those millions. Besides, how am I supposed to look at you again if we ever slept together?” You cross your arms.

“Like you’ve always looked at me.” He pouts. “Nothing will change, no strings attached, it’s just one night, is it my fault that I really want you to enjoy one night?”

You open the door again and look him in the eye, your coffee is already gone cold and you’re over this argument. He closes the door again and tugs your hair behind your ear, whispering softly. “Y/N.. I feel like you’re different, you’re nothing like other girls, you’re a really nice, sweet and attractive young lady that deserves to feel like a woman.”

It’s a little alarming to you that with such small physical contact with him could make you think about it seriously.

There’s nothing to lose, you’re a woman after all and you have your needs.

He promised you one night, no strings attached, and apparently he’s really good and he knows what he’s doing.

“Don’t you think you deserve to have at least one night of mind blowing sex?” He grins and grazes the back of his hand against your cheek. “We’re flying back to Seoul tomorrow night, I’ll give you enough time to think, and maybe I can have your phone number or something, we could stay in contact and probably discuss things while keeping it on the low key.”

“Discuss?” You squint your eyes.

“Yeah, we could talk, tell me what you like and how you like it, you know, stuff like that.” He elaborates, you sigh and look him in the eyes. “What if we happen to like different things?”

“Then I’m willing to let go of the things that I like just for your sake.” He crosses his fingers. “I’m a good boy I promise.”

“Fine.” You can’t believe yourself. You take your phone out of your back pocket and proceed to add him to your contacts, a satisfied smile lingers on his face and he even leans forward to print a kiss to your cheek. He’s totally buttering up his bread and he thinks he can get you to agree to this faster, but you’re smarter than him.

“You’re crossing the lines Taehyung.”

“Who cares about the damn lines, if we agree to this I’ll be kissing other things and you’ll want me to.” He opens the door to your room and walks out. “I’ll see you around.”

And indeed. After your one hour free time you all headed to the stadium for rehearsals, the concert was happening tomorrow but everyone needed orientation around the place.

During the entire day he never brought it up, neither look at you like he has been recently, he kept it professional with you in front of everyone and never spoke about it like it never happened.

You were scheduled to leave the stadium at around 11 in the evening, the girls decided on going out for dinner but you skipped, you had multiple coffees during your day and you don’t feel physically well, so you just head back to your hotel and take the elevator up to your room.

You gasp when you see him about to take the elevator and go down, you barely recognize him when he has a cap and a face mask on. “Oh, hey Y/N.” He so casually speaks.

“Hey, you’re going out?” Why did you even ask. He laughs softly and shakes his head. “No, I’m going downstairs to grab a bite from the buffet, what are you doing here? Why aren’t you going out?”

“I’m a little tired, I guess I’ll just go to sleep or something.” It feels like you’re talking to the Taehyung you’ve always known for the past years, nothing feels different so far.

He looks at the time on his wrist and looks back at you. “If you want to, I’ll grab something to eat quickly and come hang out with you, maybe we can talk about that thing.”

Yup, never mind.

“I think I’d rather sleep.” You walk out of the elevator and he walks in instead. “Come on, 10 minutes max, I won’t be late.”

You shouldn’t have asked him anything in the first place.

“You know, I don’t think it would be a good idea if you and I stayed alone in one room.”

“Don’t worry, we’re not going to spice things up, we’re just hanging out discussing things, like other colleagues do.” He presses the button on the elevator. “I’ll see you later.”

And the elevator door closes before you could even shoo him away for the evening. He’s just going to come up to your room later and you know he’ll force himself inside.

You click the key card to your room and immediately change to your pajamas, you even turn off the lights and hope he thinks you’re asleep by the time he knocks at your door.

Thankfully time passed by and he never knocked. But instead he went back to his room and decided to text you.

1:54 | KTH:

Couldn’t come by sorry

1:54 | KTH:

Are you still awake?

1:54 | KTH

Wanna come over to my room 😉

KTH sent a photo

KTH sent a video

Of course he can see your read receipts, he knows you’re awake and he even lured you further into the conversation by sending you a photo and a video that you rush to open.

He’s not exactly there in the photo, the picture is taken of his TV turned on and he’s under the blanket, you can only see his covered legs from above the blanket, nothing too special.

The video is what makes your ears buzz, you find yourself pressing your thighs closer to each other, when he palms what seems to be his erection from above the blanket, and holy fuck was he big or were you hallucinating. You turn the volume up and you can hear his breath changing with every stroke of his cock. He inserts his hand under the blanket and strokes his cock before flipping the camera to his face and smiling like nothing happened.

Luckily that video is on replay, so it keeps replaying on its own unless you swipe it away, you don’t know what possesses you, you put your phone down against the used coffee cup from earlier and pull your pants down, your hand travels down to your folds and you touch yourself, delivering circular continues rubs to your clit and teasing your entrance with your middle and ring finger.

You spit onto your fingers and move further down again to rub your clit faster this time, your shoulders tensing and your hand already growing tired. It always takes you so long to get to your edge and you need a stimulant more than just a stupid photo or a video. Your other hand moves to grab your breasts out of your top and you pinch your nipple and squeeze onto your flesh. “Mmm.” Your eyes are piercing through your phone screen but your stupid screen saver decides on locking your phone which makes you whine desperately. “Ugh.” You grab your phone and unlock it, of course the video is gone.

2:03 | KTH:

Like what you see?

Has it been 9 minutes already?

Your fingers rush to type on the screen.

2:03 | You:

🙄

2:04 | You:

Mister kim is spending a night alone how weird

2:04 | KTH:

Mister Kim?

2:04 | KTH:

You can keep calling me mister kim if you want to 😉

You bite onto your fingernails, wanting to send a risky text but you’re so unsure. Your fingers hover over the screen and you proceed to type, but quickly delete what you wrote.

2:05 | KTH:

Want me to send you more? Maybe you can send me some

And of course this is off the table, you’re not going to send him nudes not because you’re against sending them generally, but you’re against sending nudes to him. Your pictures may end up in a folder on his phone like any other woman.

2:06 | You:

Goodnight.

Taehyung has been dealing with women like you for years now, he can see and expect any behavior that you may project and this is one of these situations. You sending him goodnight didn’t quite literally mean goodnight. He knows you want this to happen but you’re still in denial and you don’t know that yourself.

So of course, without thinking twice, he opens the camera on his phone and this time pulls the blanket down a little just to reveal the tip of his cock that’s pressed against his stomach. He grabs the massage oil to pump some onto his long fingers and strokes his angry dick again.

The man has been with so many women that he built a stamina that no regular woman can take, he can go for hours and women even beg him to cum just so they can rest, he was animalistic and it was out of this world, hence women actually passing out when sleeping with him. Stroking his cock alone won’t get him to his end and he could easily calm his erection without having to cum, the self control on this man is incredible.

 He touches the red circle on his phone screen and starts filming, clearly teasing you and showing you only the tip, his cock all glistening from the massage oil. It was quiet around his hotel room, and the only thing that’s heard in the video is the sound of stroking heard clearly when it’s this slippery, and the sounds he was unbelievably good at faking, little whimpers and moans, his breath hitching and even swear words escaping his lips. “Fuck.. Mm, Y/N, this is all for you.”

The video was sent to you, and you don’t hesitate to open it, this time actually positioning yourself on the bed and grabbing out one of the thickest makeup brushes you have on hand, wetting it with your mouth and slowly teasing your entrance before pushing it inside. The video starts and your fingers abruptly move to turn up the volume. Your body instantly heats up and reacts upon the sounds you hear, and holy fuck you can clearly see the tip, and it looks fucking edible at this moment.

You cannot believe this is happening and you feel your face even heating up, is it embarrassment? You can’t tell, it may be embarrassment but hey you’re not the one sending nudes he is. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.

Well except the fact that you’re masturbating to a video of him.

You hear your name and in a click of a button, your stomach tightens and your back arches, your hand moves faster to insert the back of the makeup brush further inside your thirsty pussy as you chase your orgasm. Even when the brush was cold and it practically didn’t feel like skin nor had the size of an actual dick but it was enough for you to let go.

Your chest heaves and your legs shut tightly around your hand and the video still plays on your phone that’s still nesting in your other hand, your eyes locked onto the screen afraid that you can’t see the same shot anymore when you swipe away.

The last bit of self control of you finally washes into your body and you swipe away, you can’t deny you immediately regret but you had to swipe away at some point.

2:35 | KTH:

I thought I’d hear u cum but I didn’t L

Your body stiffens and you immediately get up onto your feet, the makeup brush slips out of your vagina down onto the floor and you rush to see through the peephole and immediately cover your mouth with your hand when you see him standing there on his phone, leaned against your door and still texting you. Your hand that’s holding your phone is leaned against the door so with every text he send it vibrates and the entire door vibrates with it which makes him look at the peephole from his side.

And holy fuck at this point you’re terrified. Luckily your room is dark and he can’t see anything, but he knows you’re watching him. You rush to grab your pants and put them back on and get under your blanket. As if he’s going to open the door at any second and hurt you.

You shut your eyes tightly trying to avoid looking at your phone screen but you eventually do.

2:38 | KTH:

Sent you 9 messages.

The door to your room knocks and you actually gasp, covering your mouth again but the entire floor was so quiet and empty that if a needle fell everyone would hear it.

You get up onto your feet and put on a jacket to cover yourself even when your pajama wasn’t revealing at all, you just put your jacket on for protection. You look through the peephole one last time before you open up and he almost stumbles because he leaned his entire body weight against the door. “Hey, I thought you’d never open.”

“Yeah, what’s up?” You hug your jacket closer to your chest and cross your arms, “What’s up?” He asks with a smirk on his face as he walks inside your room and closes the door behind him, “So what did it feel like?”

“Hmm?” You open the mini fridge and grab water out for yourself to take a few sips. He chuckles and puts his hands into his pockets. “Y/N baby, I know your body more than you do. Your face has the afterglow and you’re not breathing regularly, and your lips are blood red. What did it feel like when you made yourself cum to the video?”

“Taehyung I—“

“What did you like the most? The sounds or your name actually being called when I’m jerking off to you?” He plops down on your bed and throws his phone down on the nightstand.

“I’m not breathing regularly because you’re over here past midnight spying on my door.” You sit across the room, maintaining a good amount of space between you two. “And please don’t call me baby, I’m not your baby.”

He rolls his eyes and huffs. “We’re just chatting, trust me I’m not going to touch you if you don’t give me your consent I promise, besides I-- Hey, what’s that?”

His eyes land on the makeup brush that’s dropped down onto your floor, and the glistening tip is what caught his attention. “What do you mean, this is a makeup brush.” You rush to stand up and run towards it but he’s faster than you are, he picks it up from the floor and a smirk sits on his face, fuck he even grabs it closer to smell it and he knows what this smell is. But yours was sweeter and truly different from other smells.

“Would you look at that.” He scoffs. “A makeup brush? Really?”

“Stop.” You bite onto your own teeth and you approach him to snatch it away, but again he’s faster. He licks the tip of the brush once and smacks his tongue into his mouth before swallowing. “Mm.”

Your entire body freezes when you watch him savor it, he licks  the tip of the brush clean with his eyes closed, you thought your body would react to it but none, you’re standing there stiff right before him when he gets up onto his feet. He opens his eyelids and his gaze meets yours, his pair of tight sleepy eyes gazing right through yours. “You taste heavenly.” He grabs your hand and puts the brush into it before leaving your room and closing the door behind him. The second you hear  the auto lock on the door you drop down to your bed with the brush in your hand.

Trails of his saliva are visible on the end of it and you cannot help but pull it closer to your mouth and lick it after him. You’re fucked.

You wake up the morning after wishing you could forget what happened last night. You’re pretty sure you’re embarrassed and ashamed at the fact that you got caught. You didn’t want this to happen to begin with, how are you supposed to look at him when you have to spend the entire day with him?

You pack your handbag and hand it to the hotel staff, you’re going straight from the stadium to the airport so you had to be ready and they took your bag to load the bus with the rest of the luggage.

“I don’t get it, we left the hotel at the same time, he’s supposed to be here.” Mira whines. The entire staff was ready and he wasn’t there yet. “The sound check is in less than an hour—“

“We know the schedule Mira, please just Shush.” You woke up on the wrong side of the bed and you weren’t ready to hear any whining, “Yeah Mira. I’m here give yourself a break.” Taehyung walks from behind you and gets seated onto the chair. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.” Mira alone responds and proceeds to blow dry his hair while you take out your kit and completely ignore the man seated on the chair in front of you.

He’s trying to look at you sneakily but he’s keeping his promise, no one is going to know anything so he’s not going to be doing anything suspicious to the rest of the staff. “Are you feeling better today?” He asks politely.

“Me?” You point to yourself unsure if he’s talking to you, and he blinks his eyes in a “Yes.” Before speaking. “You weren’t feeling well when I saw you in the elevator last night.”

“Yeah, she didn’t join us for dinner, are you feeling well?” Leah asks while she’s working on Seokjin’s hair.

“Oh yes, I went to bed early and I’m doing well today.” You force a smile on your face and grab out the little bag that had all your makeup brushes.  That brush is the first thing you see when you open the tiny purse and it reminds you in case you forgot, that you were caught masturbation last night.

“You can start Y/N. I need to get a new bottle of hairspray from downstairs.” Mira puts her stuff down and walks away leaving you to work on Taehyung’s face.

“Can I ask you something?” He looks around before whispering and you answer him right away. “Nope.” Which makes him pout. You roll your eyes and start dabbing primer onto his face. “What do you want?”

“Did you really throw away the thing I got you?”

“Well, I’m planning to.” You poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue, he shrugs and whispers. “What you did yesterday would feel ten times better if you actually use the gift.”

“I don’t do butt stuff Taehyung.” You argue right away, still low enough for only you two to hear. He looks at you while squinting his eyes. “Who said anything about butt stuff?”

“You sent me a butt plug, don’t try and act oblivious, the gift didn’t send itself.” You grab his chin to throw his head back. “Silly, it wasn’t a butt plug, it was a vibrator.”

His face is right there you can easily slap him and make a scene, it’ll cost you your job but who cares.

“Don’t look  at me like that.” He scoffs. “Text me when you get home tonight I’ll show you how to use it.”

“I know how a vibrator works Taehyung thank you. Now would you stop moving I can’t blend the concealer well.” You try hard to change the topic, but the idiot grabs your purse of makeup brushes and takes out that brush and hands it to you. “Here, I think this one will do.”

Your gaze meets his for a couple seconds before he looks down at your lips and bites his own, totally imagining your lips swollen from all the kissing, the picture of you choking onto his dick that he drew in his head is now chasing him whenever he lays his eyes onto you.

Maybe you being mean to him made him actually want to have you more than before, you’re unlike them, other girls from your staff didn’t even think twice before hooking up with him. But you being a tough cookie made him ready to beg just to be with you even if it was just once.

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Yacht Girl Summer - Chapter Ten / Thursday Evening, Four Months Post-Break-Up - George Russell x Reader, Toto Wolff x Reader

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: Angst!!! 🌶 This one is a little spicy. 18+ only. If you're uncomfortable with the idea of two-timing don't read this.

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction. No use of Y/N and minimal descriptions because I want everyone/anyone to be able to enjoy this.

I'm sorry this chapter took forever to post, life got very busy and some of you may have seen that I had someone plagiarising my work on Wattpad and was NOT happy. I got it taken down and finally felt ready to finish this bad boy.

There will be one more chapter coming up shortly, aptly named Chalet Girl Winter. Hope you like it and thank you to everyone who reported the person who was stealing my work 🫶🏽

THURSDAY EVENING, FOUR MONTHS POST-BREAK-UP

George's alcohol-glazed eyes bore into yours in a way that made you almost uncomfortable. Surely he did not mean what he just said and was just drunk? Before you could determine an appropriate response, your door buzzed for the second time that evening. Your heart leapt to your throat, knowing exactly who it was. 

Toto.

“Who’s that?” asked George, his tone suspicious.

“Well…” you stumbled over your words, “I was trying to tell you. It’s Toto….”

George’s expression shifted to horror as he groaned.  “Amazing,” he muttered. “Just what I need. I’ll go, forget what I said.”

Your eyes softened, “George…” Before you could finish your sentence, the buzz came again, Toto was obviously growing impatient. “I better get that,” you said, George huffing in response.

You stood there in awkward silence, George glowering as he knew Toto was on his way up and there was no escaping seeing him. Fortunately, the pair of you didn’t stand there long before there was a knock on your door. 

Taking a deep breath, you opened it to reveal Toto standing there, handsome as ever, grinning, holding an impressive bouquet, even larger than the one George had brought.

“Hi,” he said, his smile faltering as he stepped inside and clocked George standing in the hallway behind you, "Hi George, what’s going on here?"

George turned to face Toto, his face now filled with rage, "Of course, you’re here" he spat. "You just can't stay away, can you?"

"George, calm down, Toto, come in," you said, Toto looking shocked as he stepped inside. You quickly closed the door, not wanting your neighbours to overhear the drama unfolding, stepping between the two men. 

"I don’t think you’re in a position to lecture me," George snapped, his voice rising as he stepped forward, squaring up to Toto over your shoulder. "Why do you think you can just come here and replace me? Steal my girlfriend?"

Toto, to his credit, remained calm, handing you the bouquet he’d been holding, and moving out in front of you, his hands now raised in a placating gesture as he faced the younger man. "George, I understand you're upset. But this isn’t helping anybody."

"Upset? You don’t know the half of it," George shot back. "You think you can just waltz in here with your yacht, all tall, dark and handsome and your big flowers and your charm and…"

"George," Toto interrupted, his voice firm but gentle. "Please, I didn’t come here to argue."

The tension in the hallway was palpable and you could see George's anger teetering on the edge. You stepped from behind Toto and placed your free hand on his arm, trying to soothe him. "George, please, it’s been months."

For a moment, you thought George might explode, but then he seemed to deflate, the fight going out of him. "I just... I just wanted to fix things," he mumbled.

“There’s nothing to fix,” you said, looking at the ground as you felt your eyes tearing up. “I’m sorry but I think you should go,”

George glanced back at you, his eyes filled with hurt. "I just don’t understand why things had to end this way. Why him? Of all people?"

"It’s complicated," you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "We both deserve to be happy and I think we both know that it wasn’t working between us anymore."

Toto stepped forward, his voice calm and reassuring as he placed a hand on the younger man’s shoulder. "George, it's clear you still care but right now, the best thing you can do is take care of yourself."

George looked between you and Toto, his shoulders slumping. "Yeah, maybe you're right."

Toto nodded and pulled out his phone. "My driver just left, let me message him and he’ll take you home.”

“Okay.” said George, looking at you wistfully, “Can’t say I didn’t try.”

You felt a pang of guilt as you watched George shuffle towards the door as Toto typed out a text. You turned to face your former boyfriend, "George, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I hope you find someone who makes you happy."

He gave you a sad smile. "Yeah, me too." With a glance back towards Toto, he added, "Take care of her."

Toto nodded. "I will.”

Then, much to your surprise,  George leant in to hug the older man, perhaps a sign that the journey to forgiveness had begun. “Thanks, boss,” he said.

Toto shot you a look of shock over George’s shoulder, somewhat awkwardly patting him on the back. “I’m sorry for everything.” he said, his deep voice thick with emotion, “I really am.”

George seemed placated by Toto’s words and stepped back from the embrace, his eyes red, filled with emotions. “I appreciate that," he said quietly, casting one last look at you. "I’m sorry I interrupted your evening, I guess I should get going.”

"Don’t be silly. I know it’s weird but you’ll always be welcome here, any time," you replied softly.

“Thank you,” said George, turning to Toto. “Did you say your guy will be here soon? I can wait downstairs and be out of your way.”

“Honestly, take your time,” you said, secretly willing Toto’s driver to arrive asap. As if by magic, Toto’s phone buzzed.

“He’s downstairs,” said Toto, clearly sharing your sentiments as you exchanged a look of relief.

“Thanks, Toto.” said George, “See you guys around.”

As you murmured your goodbyes and George walked out your door, you were floored by the evening’s events. Did George really still love you or was it just the drink talking? If Toto hadn’t come over, what would have happened?

Your mind was racing as you closed the door behind him and Toto immediately pulled you into a comforting embrace, his strong arms enveloping you, putting your mind at ease.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

You nodded, feeling the weight of the evening slowly lifting. "I am now. Thank you. I’m sorry about that, it’s not been easy. I bumped into George when I was out earlier and I guess he hit the pub afterwards."

Toto gently rubbed your lower back, soothing your concerns, "No need to apologise, it’s not your fault. I think unfortunately this was always going to happen. He has been behaving strangely with me all season.”

“How come you never said anything?” you asked, leaning into Toto’s chest, “It’s less than ideal.”

“Life is often less than ideal. But we deal with it and move on.” Toto said, pressing a kiss to to top of your head, “How about we get some food and relax? We can take your mind off things."

"That sounds perfect," you replied, “And thank you for these, they’re beautiful,” you added, holding up the huge bouquet Toto had handed to you. 

Toto’s goofy grin had returned, “Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman. Although I did picture myself giving them to you in different circumstances.”

You laughed as you made your way through to the kitchen to find a vase for them, gesturing for Toto to follow. “You mean to say that you didn’t envisage my ex being here?”

Toto laughed in return, “Not exactly, I can’t blame the guy though. I wouldn’t want to lose you.”

Surprised by Toto’s admission you stopped in your tracks, “Well don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

Toto quirked an eyebrow as you set about arranging both his bouquets and the roses from George in two vases, struggling to fit them in.

“Did George bring you those?” asked Toto, sidling up to the kitchen island.

“Yep,” you said, feeling slightly guilty, “I don’t want to waste them.”

“Of course,” said Toto, smirking slightly as he clocked how much larger his bouquet was.

“Sorry, I’m being the worst hostess, I got some wine out and then George completely distracted me. Would you like some?” you asked, suddenly flustered by Toto’s presence in your kitchen.

“Relax,” said Toto, stepping nearer to you, reaching around to hold your hip from behind as you arranged the flowers, kissing your neck softly, “I will pour us the wine.”

Melting into the tall Austrian, you finished arranging the flowers and turned to face him, “Sorry, I let the stress get to me. I was kind of surprised when you said you were nearby and then George coming over completely blindsided me.”

“Don’t be silly and stop saying sorry” Toto said, gently caressing the side of your face, “I should be one saying sorry if I took you by surprise. I wanted to see you. I had planned to take you out to dinner but maybe a quiet night in is better tonight?”

“A quiet night sounds wonderful,” you said, stretching up to kiss him, finally starting to calm down from your stressful altercation. It was amazing how quickly you had started to feel comfortable with Toto.

“So this is where you live?” asked Toto, pulling away and starting to take in his surroundings for the first time. Your apartment was small but cosy and somehow Toto’s tall frame looked larger than life in the tight space of your kitchen, almost as if he didn’t belong.

“Yes,” you said, feeling awkward as Toto surveyed your domain. “My home for the last four years. I know it’s nothing compared to your yacht even but…”

Toto quickly interrupted you, leaning over to kiss you once more before pouring out two generous glasses of wine. “Stop it. This place is perfect. It’s you and that’s what makes it perfect.”

You chuckled, knowing he was being polite and was used to much grander surroundings, "Thanks. I’ve tried my best!"

Toto finished pouring and handed a glass to you. "To a quiet night in," he toasted, clinking his glass with yours, his eyes crinkling warmly as he smiled at you.

"To a quiet night in," you echoed, taking a sip and feeling the tension of the evening finally begin to melt away.

FRIDAY MORNING

As your eyes fluttered open, crisp Winter sunlight started to spill through the curtains and you were finally content. Toto had kept a firm grip around your waist all night and waking up in his strong arms was bliss. You could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest pressed up against your back as he slept peacefully.

Having ordered dinner in, spent far too long carefully selecting a film to watch together and then watched it for all of ten minutes before you were all over each other, your quiet night in had taken a wilder turn. Having only had the one time with him on the yacht, you hadn’t known what to expect but Toto had more than delivered. You were sore in the way that you only felt after a night spent fucking, enjoying each other’s company and letting loose for the first time in what felt like forever.

Basking in the post-sex glow, you snuggled closer into Toto before you dropped back off to sleep, knowing that you didn’t have any commitments for the day and could enjoy a lie-in.

– – – 

Rousing from your sleep for the second time that morning, this time was different. Your bed was cold, there was no strong arm cuddling you, Toto was nowhere to be seen and your heart dropped. You hadn’t discussed whether he would stay the night but to wake up and find him missing was somewhat disheartening. Perhaps you’d gotten the wrong idea? Cara and Marion’s words of warning swam around in your head, leaving you wondering.

That was until you heard a clatter coming from the kitchen. Easing yourself out of bed, you fetched your bathrobe, slipped it on and made your way to the source of the noise.

“Morning!” said Toto brightly, turning to face you. He was wearing nothing but boxers and a copious dusting of what looked to be flour.

“Good morning,” you said sleepily, making your way over to him, realising what he was doing. He was making pancake batter. You were floored, in what world does a man who has staff to do everything he could ever dream of wake up and start making pancakes? “This looks interesting.”

Toto looked a little sheepish, bending down to kiss you, coating you with a light sprinkle of flour. “Sorry for the mess, I thought I would surprise you with breakfast in bed and clean up without you seeing.”

“Oh my goodness,” you said, “Don’t worry about that!” You smiled widely at your beau, “I thought you’d left, I’m just happy to see you.”

“Why would I leave?” asked Toto, quirking an eyebrow, “I am not working today, I thought I told you.”

Casting your mind back to the previous night, you suddenly recalled him saying something about having Friday free - you were an idiot for thinking otherwise. “Sorry, my bad,” you said, coming closer to him, placing a hand on his hip as you surveyed the carnage that was your worktop. He’d taken the bowl off of your Kitchenaid but managed to coat most of the worktop and himself in flour. “Have you made pancakes before?”

“Have I made pancakes before?” Toto repeated back to you, aghast, “Who do you think I am? A heathen?”

“Well, it’s not like you were making pancakes every day on the yacht…” you replied sheepishly, hoping he wasn’t insulted.

“That was my holiday, I’m not cooking on holiday, especially not for six guests,” said Toto grinning, “Now that you’re up I can ask, do you want tea or coffee? I know you drink both.”

Grinning that he remembered this small detail, you replied, “Maybe coffee this morning, something kept me awake all night.”

Smirking, Toto turned around to face you, “Sounds like a fun night…”

Returning his look, you leaned up once more to catch his lips with yours, “Indeed it was.”

“Well there’s more where that came from,”  said Toto boldly, his hands starting to caress your hips as he gazed down at you.

“That’s good to hear,” you said, sliding a hand under the waistband of his boxers, stroking his bare hip idly. 

“We have time later, let me finish breakfast, go back to bed and I’ll bring it to you,” said Toto, taking your wandering hand in his.

“No, I can help, honestly,” you said, “How about I make the coffee?”

“Ok.” said Toto, pressing a kiss to your hand before dropping it, “Deal.”

SUNDAY AFTERNOON

By the time Toto had left, he’d spent the best part of the weekend with you, only having left your side to go and grab some fresh clothes, not having planned to stay over. You’d spent a good part of the weekend in bed, making the most of your time together before Toto had to leave for the final race of the season in Abu Dhabi.

Aside from the obvious, you’d also spent time getting to know each other better, exchanging stories about your childhoods, your crazy family members, not to mention your hopes and dreams. Toto was a good listener and you were pleasantly surprised that he even remembered things you’d told him when you’d first gone to explore the cove and sat by the waterfall. 

Life could be strange and surprising sometimes and Toto was certainly turning out to be a man full of surprises. If you could have time-travelled back to the days of you sitting patiently in the garage watching George drive around, your past self would have baulked at the idea that you’d now be so close to his intimidating Team Principal who had never even looked twice at you. You knew that you would never have believed it but stranger things had happened.

SUNDAY AFTERNOON, ONE WEEK LATER

The following weekend you settled down on your sofa, a glass of wine and snacks in hand, to watch the final race of the season. The Abu Dhabi Grand Prix. Granted, your situation was an odd one, rooting for your ex-boyfriend’s team because your current not-quite boyfriend owned and ran it was a somewhat unusual predicament but you wanted to see how they got on. 

Mercedes weren’t fighting for a driver’s championship but could still do well in the constructors and were competing against Ferrari for second place, something you knew that Toto wanted desperately. It meant more to the team collectively and more to the shareholders.

You’d promised him you’d be watching as you’d waved him off so true to your word, you settled down to watch. As the camera panned around you kept an eye out eagerly for any glimpse of Toto. Searching hungrily for that famous white shirt or tousled dark hair. You knew that the cameras often liked to linger during races as he was particularly emotional for a Team Principal so it would only be a matter of time before he was shown. 

Sure enough, the race had only been running for a few laps when George made a particularly impressive overtake and Toto was shown enthusiastically celebrating. Butterflies started as you took in his dimpled grin, quickly turning to nausea as the camera panned out to show him wrapping his arm around a willowy blonde on his left-hand side. She was statuesque, beautiful and all too close to the man who’d recently stolen your heart. Tears started to form as you saw him flash a handsome smile at her which she returned, leaning into him, their heads close as his hand lingered on her waist.

You were devastated. Of course, Cara and Marion had warned you about Toto’s playboy tendencies but you naively had believed that Toto was not seeing anyone else. How could you have been so foolish? He was just using you and going home to a model-like blonde. In a fit of rage, you turned the TV off. This was clearly your karma for what you had done to George.

– – – 

Having turned your attention to cleaning your flat for the rest of the afternoon, you spent the next few hours dwelling on the cosy image that was now burned into your mind and were livid by the time your phone rang. 

Toto. The name flashed on the screen as you swiped to decline the call. A few minutes later and he rang once more.

By the end of the afternoon you had six missed calls from Toto so after you’d checked where Mercedes had finished (you were relieved to see they had come second in constructors- you weren’t completely heartless after all), you turned your phone off. 

You didn’t want to talk to Toto, you didn’t want to see him. He’d lived up to his reputation and you felt like a fool. What was he playing at, flaunting another woman on screen when he knew you’d be watching? You briefly considered sending a message to Cara as you knew she was at the race and would suitably berate Toto for his cruel behaviour, but you decided against it. It was time to take the high road and ignore him. He was probably out celebrating with the mystery woman anyway.

You didn’t sleep that night, restlessly tossing and turning as the mental picture of Toto’s hand on another woman’s waist lingered in your mind. You knew it was incredibly hypocritical considering the circumstances that you’d gotten together but you were floored by the cruelty of which he’d flaunted another woman when he knew you’d be watching. It was sick and twisted and you were upset at yourself for being so stupid.

MONDAY MORNING

Finally having dropped off the sleep, you were rudely awoken by the buzzer of your door. You groaned as you woke up, your eyes puffy from a night spent crying. It was still dark and checking the time on your clock, you saw it was five o’clock in the morning. There were only two people in the world who would have the audacity to wake you at this hour and you groaned once more, not wanting to see either of them.

The intercom buzzed once again, whoever it was growing impatient. Getting out of bed, you padded along to the hallway to answer the door.

“Hello, can I help you?” you said wearily, the annoyance clear in your tone.

“Is everything okay?” came a deep, heavily accented voice over the speaker. Fuck, it was Toto. Although you hadn’t wanted to see George, he was easier to deal with and get rid of.

“You tell me,” you said indignantly, yawning.

“Can I come up?” asked Toto, “I am sorry if I woke you, I was worried when I didn’t hear from you.”

Knowing the man as you did, you knew he was persistent so reluctantly you pushed the key button and answered tetchily, “Sure, come up.”

“Have…” Toto began answering but you cut off the intercom, waiting to see how he’d explain himself face-to-face.

Knowing he was on his way up, you steeled yourself and hurriedly tried to flatten your bed hair in the hallway mirror as you caught sight of yourself looking like a wreck. You were fighting a losing battle but didn’t have time to do more as a knock landed on your door.

Cracking the door open you were surprised to see that Toto was still wearing his work uniform, he must have come straight from Abu Dhabi. He looked equally as shattered as you felt and it somehow comforted you to know that Mr Perfect was not always so. His normally pristine white shirt was rumpled and his hair was nothing short of a complete mess.

“Thank goodness,” he said, pushing the door wider and coming towards you, trying to pull you into an embrace.

“Why?” you said, annoyed at his pretences and turning away from his arms.

Looking hurt at your rejection, his brow furrowed, “I thought something bad had happened. I was trying to call and it kept not working, I couldn’t leave a voicemail. I came straight from the track.” He gestured down at his clothes, “Is everything okay?”

It was your turn to furrow your brow, annoyed that he was not catching on. “No. It’s not. Why would you tell me to watch the race and then do what you did? Rub it in my face.”

“Huh?” he asked, running his hand through his hair as he often did when he was nervous. It was a tick that you’d noticed. “What do you mean? What did I do?”

“Wow.” you said, “The camera panned to you… and your girlfriend.”

“Huh?” he said, still confused. “What girlfriend?”

“The tall blonde you were draping yourself all over. Rub it in my face why don’t you…” 

Toto cut you off, “My sister?”

Floored by this, your face dropped. “Your sister?”

“Yes my sister,” said Toto, his expression darkening as he realised what you were accusing him of.

An awkward silence crept in and you were not sure how to respond. In hindsight, you had been quick to jump to conclusions. Perhaps driven by guilt over the way you’d handled things with George, you jumped to think the worst of Toto.

“This is why you ignored my calls?” asked Toto, looking thunderous, “Because you thought my sister was my girlfriend?”

Feeling smaller by the minute you shrunk back towards the wall, “I suppose.” you mumbed, “Look, I’m sorry, I leapt to conclusions.”

“You could say that,” said Toto, folding his arms, “I was worried about you, I thought something bad had happened and all this time you were sitting there thinking the worst of me?" His voice was thick with disbelief. "You didn't think to ask me before shutting me out?". His dark eyes bore into yours and you could feel the weight of your accusation.

You swallowed hard, the realization of your mistake sinking in like a stone. "I’m sorry," you said, "It’s just that… I’ve been burned before and I guess I panicked."

Toto's expression softened, his anger giving way to concern as he stepped closer. "I understand that you're scared, but I’m not George, and I'm certainly not the kind of man who would play games with you. I’m insulted that you would think I would do something like that."

You winced at his words, the guilt gnawing at you. “I just… I didn’t know what to think. It all felt too good to be true."

Toto sighed, reaching out to cup your face in his hands, his touch gentle despite the tension in the air. "I’m not perfect, but I’m not going to lie to you. If I ever make you feel uncomfortable or unsure, I want you to tell me, be direct."

Feeling like a fool, you felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. "Direct, I can do that," you whispered, your voice cracking, leaning into his touch. “Why did you come back? You should be out celebrating!”

A small, relieved smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "So you did watch the race?" he murmured, his lips lingering against your skin. "Because I care about you, more than you know."

You looked up at him, your heart swelling, "Of course I did, I care more than you know too," you admitted.

Toto's smile grew and he leaned down to capture your lips in a slow, reassuring kiss. The tension between you melted away as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened and when you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, Toto looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know," he said, his voice low and husky, "there’s a way we could put this little, let’s say, misunderstanding behind us."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what might that be?"

He grinned, a wicked smile that sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. "I have some ideas.”

You nodded eagerly, all thoughts of your earlier insecurities forgotten as he swept you off your feet and carried you to the bedroom.

– – – 

Later that morning, as you lay tangled in the sheets, your head resting on Toto’s bare chest, he broke the comfortable silence. "You know," he began, his voice a soothing rumble beneath you, "I have been thinking. How would you feel about coming skiing with me next week? I have a chalet and I always invite people at the beginning of the Winter break."

You looked up at him, enchanted by the thought of a snowy getaway. "That sounds amazing," you said, smiling. "But… when you say people, who do you mean?"

Toto hesitated for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "Well, normally friends from the team. James, John, some of the other engineers. George also mentioned that he might be free… I thought I’d ask if you would be okay with him joining us."

The mention of George sent a ripple of unease through you, but you quickly pushed it aside. If Toto was willing to include him, it was only fair for you to try to be okay with it too. "I suppose," you said cautiously. "I’ll drop him a text and see how he feels about it. If it’s easier just take him this time."

Toto nodded, "That’s fair."

"I’ll text him now and see what he says," you said, grabbing your phone from the nightstand and typing out a quick message, asking how he felt about the idea. To your surprise, his reply came almost instantly.

Yeah, that's fine. Toto asked me the other day. I'll be bringing someone too, so it should be fun.

You stared at the message, your heart sinking slightly. George bringing someone else was entirely reasonable, but it still stung more than you cared to admit. He’d been busy declaring his love for you just one week ago and now he was bringing someone for a weekend away?

"Is everything okay?" Toto asked, noticing the change in your expression.

You nodded, though the feeling lingered. "Yeah, he said it's fine. He's bringing someone too."

Toto's eyes softened as he sighed, "I know. He already asked me. Are you sure you're okay with that?"

"Yes, just a little surprised after his outburst the other week," you said, still wondering what that had been about if he was already seeing someone new.

“I was too.” said Toto, his brow furrowed, “But I know him, he overthinks, it will be good for him.”

At that, you managed a small smile. "I think it will be good for all of us. It's time to start new chapters, right?"

Toto studied your face for a moment, then nodded, pulling you close again. "Agreed," he said, kissing the top of your head.

FRIDAY MORNING, ONE WEEK LATER

The week leading up to your ski trip had flown by and anxiety lingered at the back of your mind. Trying to take the high road once more, you kept reminding yourself of the progress you'd made. George’s last drunken visit had given you a strange sense of closure and Toto’s less than happy reaction towards your unwarranted accusations had reassured you that he was somewhat of a realist. A few days away should do you all the world of good.

As you found yourself in a sleek black car with Toto on the way to the airport, the scenery blurring by, your thoughts drifted to the upcoming weekend. The air between you and Toto was comfortable, though the unspoken tension of the past week still hovered.

Toto reached over, squeezing your hand as if sensing your unease. "We'll have a great time," he said, his voice filled with a quiet confidence that made you believe him.

You smiled, squeezing his hand back. "I know we will."

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[pennyellee]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

LACRIMOSA | MYG MAFIA YANDERE AU

pairings: mafia leader!yoongi x f!reader

genre: mafia!au, yandere au, historical au

summary: Their interlocking gaze served as a butterfly effect on his heart, stirring it to the core. She, in turn, only dreams to find a way to escape. But perchance, over time she might forcefully learn to love the man who has taken so much from her.

Thus unfolds a twisted tale of love and loss, of hope and despair, of life and death. The music reverberated through the dimly-lit streets. Tears of sorrow, weeping symphony - reflects the hurt, the scars that linger deep within and the wounds that never healed. Lacrimosa.

chapter warnings (preview only): minors dni 18+ | mafia au, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, yandere, implied age gap, hoseok-sshi being tired of yoongi, …

beta read by @chaoticpuff17

word count: 646

release date: 7/12/24

disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, old social norms and traditions, which we do not condone.

author’s note: WELL AT LAST INNIT? Y'all I swear I’m as impatient to put this out but also so nervous. This is the longest chapter of Lacrimosa to this date and there is a reason. A lot is going to happen here and in part two. That’s why I decided to split this into two parts, and perhaps if this would be only one part I would have to write “the end” which I’m still not contemptuous with soooo yeah. But this has been such a long ride and looking at the almost 300 pages long document I’m sitting here like damn. The first draft of Lacrimosa can be traced back to 2021 and I can’t believe we are almost at the end of it all.

ANYWAY - for those who asked a lot about Y/N’s and Yoongi’s age gap, kudos for your patience. Also, I have another fic that is setted in the world of champagne confetti [now i’ll know if you’re actually reading these notes hihi] of which preview will come, probably this week too, or maybe the next one, again, very excited to push it out finally AND, yes to all of you if you’re still reading this note - CHAMPAGNE CONFETTI [now you just looked up to see what i’m talking about right] will come around as soon as i’m finished with UNI this year. If yall be good I can pull out a preview out of my sleeve for Christmas. SO, see you all on 7/12/24, the usual time :))))

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“You don’t just do that without having something bigger planned.”

Seokjin’s eyes flickered to observe Yoongi’s reaction to their brother’s words. “He is right, Yoongi. She has always been emotional, and driven by her heart. But this—" He shook his head. “It’s different.”

Jimin shifted in his seat, looking between the men, the concern in his eyes growing.

Hoseok stood straighter, his expression softening as he spoke with conviction. “She had a choice. She could have walked away or stayed neutral, but instead, she chose to act. And what she did, Yoongi, was not just for herself. It was for all of us. For you. Do not dare to doubt her loyalty, when she worked hard to finally be contemptuous here!”

Jungkook, his voice quieter than usual, spoke up listening to Hoseok’s words. “She did what she had to do. And whatever her reasons are, I trust her.” His gaze met Yoongi’s. “You should, too.”

Yoongi’s expression hardened, trying to keep his emotions in check. His mind raced, the weight of everything that had happened in the past hours pressing down on him.

Taehyung’s voice broke through the silence once again, more serious than usual.

“She has changed—” Yoongi exhaled sharply, his mind still reeling. “I just need to understand why. Why now? Why this?” His voice dropped to a near whisper, the vulnerability slipping through despite his best efforts to hide it. His heart... his heart wanted to believe in her, wanted to believe she was doing this out of devotion, not manipulation.

“Of course, she has changed!” Hoseok’s frustration was bubbling at this point. "You were nine when she was born," he continued the quiet force in his voice, not backing down.

“Nine years, Yoongi. You have had that much more time to figure things out. To live your life, to become who you are now. She did not have that—” Yoongi’s jaw clenched, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. The truth was there, raw and unfiltered, and it stung.

“She had three pathetic years to enjoy what life can be and then she went to be your wife.” He took a breath, trying to steady himself. Y/N had spent so much of her life suffocated by the things that had shaped her, by the violence and manipulation that had plagued her existence long before she ever crossed paths with him.

The silence that followed was thick, the air heavy with unspoken emotions.

His voice was quieter than it had been, softer, as he spoke the words he wasn’t sure he was ready to say. “I just… I need to—”

“Even if she is plotting some grand escape, we will stop her, Yoongi.” Yoongi’s head snapped up at the interruption, his eyes narrowing at Hoseok’s words. For a moment, Yoongi’s chest tightened, the idea of Y/N plotting against him threatening to undo everything he’d been trying to hold together.

He stepped forward, his hand resting gently on Yoongi’s shoulder, an attempt to ground him in the present. “You all are too busy doubting her, instead of trusting her.” Yoongi flinched slightly at the rawness in Hoseok’s tone. He had been too caught up in his own doubts to truly see the bigger picture.

“Maybe you are right,” Yoongi muttered, his voice low, almost to himself. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling back to the surface.

“She is not running, Yoongi. She is not playing you. What is happening now is what happens when you have been given enough time to think.” Hoseok’s gaze softened, his expression becoming more contemplative.

For the first time in a long time, Yoongi allowed himself to take a breath, to breathe out the doubt, and let himself hold onto the belief that maybe, just maybe she was done fighting him for good.

“I genuinely hope that you are right, Hoseok-sshi.”

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[salpho]

We need to talk about what happened with Mike D.

For those who don't know, Mike D, co-creator of Bendy, has stated that Thomas Connor is a white man. He's done this before with Norman Polk, too. Because of this, drama has arose which led him to make his account private, and shortly after, deleted.

This thread on Twitter gives details of what happened, screenshots provided for those who can't view it below-

I must state as a disclaimer that no matter what he's like, past or present, we should not seriously be wishing death on him. The person who said they wished death on him has since retracted their statement, as said and shown in the thread above.

The two characters, Thomas and Norman, were nearly universally agreed upon to be black men, and have been implied and coded to be black through their voices, their interactions with other characters (especially in the books) and likely many more things I've missed, only to then be revealed to be canonically white.

Mike D has also stated (correct me if wrong) that he believes minorities are forced, unless the character's identity helps the story. Think of Buddy from Dreams Come To Life being Jewish, and how his religion effected his story.

This is erasure. The fact they decanonised the books that show these important interactions, the fact they led us on, being told your identity or race must serve a purpose in fiction, is all erasure. If you are part of a minority and see a character like you have that part of them stripped away or forgotten, it sends the message that people like you must be censored and eradicated, especially knowing how many minorities were treated historically. Being told minorities are forced unless given a greater purpose in storytelling reinforces the idea that being part of any minority is abnormal and thus, wrong.

TheMeatly has recently addressed that the cutouts used in all games post-BATIM had (accidentally) stolen fanart and plans to use a new texture in future games. This is proof that he has improved as Bendy merchandise has used fanarts without permission years ago.

In contrast, I have yet to see Mike D improving on any of his past actions. I really do hope he does, but right now, things do not seem hopeful. He must understand the messages he's spreading, intentional or not, and improve.

EDIT - There are actually some signs regarding his improvement in other areas. When the KindlyBeast team was laid off, he did make an apology post for them, and his "We make stupid games for stupid kids" quote doesn't seem to apply seeing the M ratings newer games are getting. Courtesy to the other Bendy wiki staff to giving me these points.

However, I do think there's still an issue with how he views minorities. Here's to hoping for the best.

[celestie0]

so your insecure about your smut I hear ? if it makes you feel better I still mentally jerk it in memory of the following:

kickoff chapter 6 particularly when reader’s collapsed over the sink and gojos still on his knees behind her just WATCHING and then when their eye fucking eachother in the mirror and readers hand is reached behind to grab the back of his head THATS SO SEXY

the tension in chapter 8 i know there was only a proposition of smut but when it was stripped away I think that’s when I fell in love with the series because the slow burn is just everything - disclaimer I don’t jork it to that I just like the scene

The duration of kickoff chapter 11 couch scene 👌. My stomach does the thing every time, dry humping is elite, and the high school in love-ness between them 😭I’m throwing up

THE IHM SNEAK PEAKS

I refuse to believe you think those are bad as well like tf???? And not just the lazy morning sex that had me bust a load but the death row meal comment??????? Making out while doing calculus in his head so not to get a boner???? And for someone who’s not a fan of dirty talk like babe come on, the way you capture all the different sexy aspects of that sexy man like the vulgarity had me HOT and then his dumbass down bad-ness just UGh the need to put a baby in him right now

anyway that deserved its own paragraph but then obviously there’s works with smut as the actual premise

L&L specifically the bj scene I think you awakened my praise kink with that one - btw will we ever get a part 2 because I’m pretty sure that plan fell through but just letting you know I’m all up for seconds, no pressure if it’s not a part of ur agenda though

Round the clock.

actually hold up let me elaborate on these above two points in my full opinion because I really want you to understand this, the tropes/pairings/dynamics which your brain births are so fucking hot that the smut scene is instantly made good even if it’s not your most proud part of the writing process, this links to the common knowledge which ihm reader preached in the recent chapter- men will get hard to anything - but unfortunately it’s not so easy as a woman, personally that’s why I tend to resort to reading cause there’s nothing more psychologically immersing and of course the point of fanfiction is we’re already in love with our husband gojo so just add a little sexy lore ie. older, boxer, babysitter and babe I’m already halfway there cause of the quality of your ideas and writing, smut is only part of the experience and it’s not necessarily the most important

Last but not least that one domestic drabble you wrote I know it’s kind of a pwp moment but the position wifey reader and toji did it in omg and when he called her a slut and when he had her cockdrunk and babbling and begging for a baby 😫✋

honorable mention because like I said smut isn’t everything: the scene where ihm Gojo is shirtless fixing the kitchen sink and drinking oj from a mug and then when he picked up reader while she’s in a measly silk gown … yeah I jork it to that😔

in conclusion ur smut makes me horny🙂 so I think your sufficiently successful in achieving its primary purpose, please don’t be so hard on yourself and I hope you can learn to find more self satisfaction in these parts of your work where you lack confidence and see it in a better light

<333

ok hi anon im back! lol

first of all thank u sm. some people might think a fanfic author would desire a good dicking down from their favorite fictional character and a blunt shortly thereafter. but no. THIS is all a fanfic author truly wants.

HAHAH no but in serious you’re so sweet to point outtt these little details i could sob :”) i was cheesing so hard in the morning when i read it haha!!

i always forget the kickoff ch6 party bathroom scene happened xd sometimes i get thrown into a state of shock when i remember i wrote it. and that’s the thing!! i was so excited n giddy to write it bc it was back when i didnt think too hard about my writing haha. somewhere along the line i just became so self conscious ab smut :( but anywho yes the couch scene in kickoff ch11 had me screaming while i was writing it i was so excited to eventually post it so i’m so happy you enjoyed ittt aaa :”)

STOP bc i have SO much smut planned for ihm 😭😭 ranging from borderline crack smut to passionate lovemaking loool i can’t wait to get to those parts of the series but ouf yea them insecurities be haaaaard. i think i just don’t see a lot of representation of the kind of smut i like to write in the fandom very much so it gets me second guessing 🥲 like idk i like dirty talk but it has to be kinda on the nose?? like the whole part where ihm gojo says the thing ab doing calculus in his head so he doesnt get a hard-on 😂😂 like idk it’s so cute n hot to me in my head but it’s kinda niche to my preferences haha

sorry i’m rambling but like ugh same w the morning sex scene i wanna get to that part sooo bad but i just hope i don’t second guess that scene once i get to it 😩😩 bc oh my the way my coochie was clenching the whole time while writing it LOL i sob

aw yeahh i was supposed to do a pt2 for l&l but hmm i kinda got bored of the concept. it was my first major oneshot smut n like aaa i like it but :0 i think it does stand good alone as just one part

thanks my dear :”) i agree i think…well, i have a hard time giving myself credit for anything usually haha, but i do think that the character dynamics i created outside of i guess the smutty stuff rlly helps? i guess its kinda like a buffer when i get into writing smut bc im like oh yknow even if this isnt the hottest thing my readers have read i hope that they enjoy it bc they like my versions of gojo xd so you’re so sweet for validating me on that HAHAHA

also stooooop i love that scene in ihm. the one where he picks her up effortlessly while she’s on all fours in her grandma nightgown on the floor 🤣🤣 idk if this is so hyperspecifically arousing but like the thought of sporty muscular gojo having just come back from a run n he’s manhandling vintage silk nightgown-wearing reader while she’s has barely awoken from sleep is so cute n silly n hot to me. sorry it sounds like im jerking myself off here but i just love ihm gojo sm honestly i would like to fuck him until his balls look like raisins :/

anywhooo you’re too sweet. like seriously. and i saw your follow up ask, an hour?? imma sob. i’m saving the link for this ask to look back on whenever i feel bad ab my smut writing abilities!! or just writing in general. i fear u may have saved me anon LOL i haven’t felt this excited to write smut in a while! i appreciate you :)) much love!

[moirindeclermont]

Why am I fascinated with Dark!Colin?

There is a scenario I did not explore much in past posts, but it deserves some space. I like to place characters in scenarios and situations where their worst traits take over. The concept of Dark!Colin is familiar, as many people explored it in fanfiction, but I want to play with it because it tickles my brain in the best way.

Disclaimer: These are not traits to look for in reality, IMO. I do avoid people with these traits in real life. But in fiction, we can engage with those fantasies safely. If it is not your cup of tea, I do understand; please take care of yourself. Furthermore, I love the Colin we know, the sweet, empathetic man we embraced and celebrated for all the right reasons. While the show will probably continue on that route (which is good, IMO), I want something darker today.

Jealousy is one of the first things that comes to my mind. People have said that Colin would never share Pen, and while I disagree on principle (but that's another post), in this particular version of Colin, he does not share, and he is jealous of every interaction Pen has with other men, especially now that everyone seems to have open their eyes on her beauty.

Right away, there is possessiveness—fierce, blind possessiveness. Pen is his (as much as he is Pen's), and you know that a darker version of Colin would go to unhinged ends to mark Pen as his. Bites and hickeys are mostly in places where no one can see, but sometimes he does leave some small token of his affection when they have to go to social events so no one can get the wrong idea.

Is Dark!Colin capable of unspeakable things? Absolutely! Pen writes in her diary, "There is something to be said about the desire and love of a man that is used to do the worst things", and while there are certain boundaries, Dark!Colin would not pass - he considers himself if not a gentleman, at least a man of honour when it comes to his family - those are very few. Forcing a woman is the fastest way to get to the wrong side of Dark!Colin very quickly, for example.

But the part that interests me most is that show!Colin could quickly go under this road if the armour were to rust, for example. The fact that he has the flaws of being a Dark Character, but he is not, speaks to me about choice and intentionality. Being kind, empathetic, and overall good is a very intentional choice real people make every day. Colin is a good person because, in the show, he chooses to be one.

I like flawed characters who choose to be better, to be good. Show!Colin is primarily good, but I like the cracks that I see. They make me wonder... what if? And that's one of the most fascinating questions you can explore with a character. What do you think of Dark!Colin? Does it tickle you?

If you have fics, please link them; I need more Dark!Colin in my life

[errihaienx]

Hello!! Can I have a request hq characters reaction on being prank by their girlfriend. The prank will be the girlfriend will be fake texting someone while laughing while they are doing something on their phone. Thank youuu, love ur works btw. 🫶🏼

Hiii i am not quite sure who among all of the hq characters shall i write reaction on. so i applied multiple characters(characters who i am familiar with, i can't include everyone T^T) by the reaction that i think they will have during the prank! thank you for loving my works ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡

(REQ!)

quick disclaimer: these scenarios don't affect the original plot of the series. any information or events that contradict the original plot are purely fictional. (i do not own any of the characters) (I did not proofread this)

⠀:¨ ·.· ¨:⠀ ⠀ `· . ୨୧⠀HQ MEN REACTING TO YOUR 'FAKE TEXTING SOMEONE' PRANK

SUNA, Tsukishima, Kenma, Kunimi

"I KNEW IT BUT WHY AM I SO GRUMPY"

Actually saw and knew about the trend, but he didn't expect you to do this, so when he found out you were following the trend, he was taken aback.

though what he couldn't understand is why the hell is he grumpy and displeased about it even though he knows that it is just a prank

"Heyy, your mouth could reach the ground, stop pouting! you knew it was a prank, so why are you acting like that"

"You're such a child, why are you even doing those things?" he said sharply.

If you've just been his girlfriend for a short time, his remarks will hurt you, but at this point you just know that it's either his love language or he was born that way.

"So who's the grumpy one because I did some 'childish stuff'?" you laughed

You returned to the prank and began typing random letters while giggling, and then your phone was taken away in a matter of seconds.

"Hey! what are you doing!"

He checked your phone with strained brows, then handed it to you, his countenance considerably calmer now.

"What did you do?"

"I don't usually check phones coz that's your privacy but I can't help it, stop that antics of yours and just cuddle me that would've been better"

"I don't want to!"

"oh trust me you do"

OIKAWA, Atsumu, Kuroo, Terushima

"YOU DID ME SO DIRTY, I'LL BE DOIN' THE SAME >:("

It was a typical day for you and him; he was busy packing for an international match, at the same time you were laughing on your phone.

"What's the matter, babe?" He asked

He stopped doing his thing while his gaze fall upon you.

"N-nothing! I'm j-just talking with a friend.."

Your nervous chuckle made his eyebrow shot up. When he's packing his belongings, you usually help him, but he thinks it's strange because you're texting and giggling with someone else instead.

You snickered as you swiftly glanced at him, seeing his brow furrowed while stiffly folding his clothes.

That caused him to stare at you again, and this time he can't help himself.

"Babe."

"y-yeah?"

"Who are you texting."

"he's a-"

"He?! I haven't left yet and you are replacing me right away??"

You turned your phone off, trying not to giggle, and reached out your hand to him, which he ignored while looking at you.

"Explain." he sternly said, with his arms crossed.

"It was nothing! I just saw a video online about fake texting and I decided to-"

He interrupted you by laughing dryly. You handed him your phone and told him to check it himself if he was doubtful.

"I don't have to, I believe you. I can't just believe that you did this to me!"

You hugged him because he looked betrayed.

"Just wait until I start giggling and kicking my feet while texting someone!"

His childish words made you roll your eyes; he'll certainly never do this ever. He is totally committed to you.

SAKUSA, Kageyama, Ushijima

"UH YEAH OKAY GO ON, I'M HURT BUT I WON'T BE SAYIN' THAT TO YOU"

Your boyfriend arrived at your shared condo late at night. Tired and feeling a bit drowsy, you knew exactly what he needs. yourself

But, for the time being, he will not be getting that. You're busy pretending to text someone.

"My hugs..?"

You ignored him as you shifted your body so that it looked like you were hiding what you'd been doing.

"Love.. what are you doing?" he asked again

His voice was soft and desperate, so you kept typing random letters and let out a quick giggle that drew his attention.

"Oh are you talking with Sana-san?" he concluded

You finally looked at him with a grin on your face, finding his conclusion amusing.

"No, babe, I was talking with a male friend.. have you eaten?" you returned the question

You could see his eyes widen a little; he knew you didn't have any close male friends, so you expected him to question you. He, however, did not.

"Oh, okay.. go on continue talking to him."

His cold, trying-not-to-sound-jealous voice was hilarious, his ears growing red, and the way he acts in the next minutes confirms his jealousy.

He's always been this way; he's not the very jealous type, and when he is, he attempts to hide it and fails miserably. He'll be stiff and irritable, as though he doesn't know how to act.

After a few minutes had gone and you had not heard from him, you stood up and provided him a back hug.

"Hey baby, I was just kidding.. I missed you so much.."

He shifted his weight and is now facing you with a less tense manner, but his brow wrinkled clearly indicates that he needs a little clarification.

"You preferred to play some pranks on me rather than give me my hugs."

AKAASHI, Iwaizumi, Kita, Hinata, Sugawara, Osamu, Daichi

"I UNDERSTAND YOU MWA (ɔˆ ³(ˆᴗˆc)"

He got confused when he called you for dinner and you were still on your phone, texting and laughing constantly. especially since you had a motto "food always comes first!"

"My love? I called for you, you can continue that later.." He called again

He got your attention, and you acted annoyed by turning your phone off in a tetchy manner.

"Eat first, you were doing what?"

"I was messaging a friend, and he invited me to watch a movie with some of our mutual friends."

You assumed him to question you, but knowing your partner's personality, he didn't. You finished your dinner, but he's still all smiles!

What you expected did not come around, and guess what? He even insisted on driving you to the place you were going.

Because of how things played out, your prank was reversed, and you are now the one who is grumpy.

"Hmmm, why are you acting this way?" he gently asked as he kissed the furrow in your brow.

"Nothing!"

He laughed at your defensive tone, still holding you in his arms;

"I love you.."

THE BOKUTO ( my baby ! ‹𝟹 ) TYPE

he'll be so whiny lol

will be saying these for sure;

"heyyy who are you texting?"

"oh you're talking with a boy, okay! — WHAT A BOY????"

"baby you don't love me anymore??!"

"baby are you happier with him?"

"bAbY dOnT LeAve mE:("

please stop the prank and cuddle this babieee! ₍ᐢ._.ᐢ₎♡

HI EVERYONEE!!!! It's almost been a week, i am clearing up my requests and I have a post lineups that will be out very soon! I also got addicted creating dividers lmaoo. anyways, thank you for appreciating my works! see ya in few days! ₍ᐢ⸝⸝› ̫ ‹⸝⸝ᐢ₎

[fyodior]

𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑌 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐸.

♙ pairing: son!fyodor x reader

♙ cw: DARK CONTENT!! (i)ncest, yandere!fyodor, vaginal sex, handjob, sub(ish) fyodor, 18+ only minors dni!! it is mentioned, but fyodor is an adult

♙ notes: starting off with a bang for my first 1k event fic, dedicated to my one and only beloved kal @hnnnnnnnmscorner ♡ ♡

♙ wc: 1.8k

⇢ dark content disclaimer: pls remember this is entirely fiction with absolutely NO reflection of reality! i do not condone this nor any other dc i write, pls just block or unfollow if you dont like it, and do NOT report or leave hate comments.

Your son, Fyodor, always seemed to have an emergency whenever you had a date set up.

“I need you, Mommy,” Fyodor whined over the phone, sniffling. Your heart broke hearing his despaired sobs, exactly like Fyodor knew it would. 

“Don’t worry, baby,” you cooed as you haphazardly gathered your belongings and offered your date an apologetic look. “Mommy’s here for you.”

Fyodor mumbled a sniffled thank you, before hanging up, as a knowing smirk spread across his face.

You had been single ever since Fyodor could remember, and to him, that���s how it needed to stay. As an only child, he always had all of your attention and was comfortably used to being the center of your world. You loved him more than anyone else, and Fyodor would be six feet under before he ever let that change.

You’d been through countless dates, had countless ­­almost­-boyfriends, but could never seem to understand why none of them stuck. Was your job too demanding? Did you not call or text enough? Were you just that unlikable? It was hilarious how oblivious you were.

You somehow couldn’t – or refused – to see how your son was purposely fucking up every potential romantic relationship so he could ensure he remained the most important person and thing in his life.

And he had a lot of fun doing it, too. He loved acting happy and supportive whenever you came home from work telling him about a new blind date you had been set up on because he loved seeing you smile, though the rage that bubbled up inside him thinking about your attention being on another man made him nauseous. But by doing so, he could overplay the sad boy act when they finally ended things or even ghosted you, expertly timed tears slipping down his cheeks as he hugged you tight.

He really just wishes he could see the faces of all the men you’ve bailed on when they realize they’re missing out on sex that night because your adult son called crying for mommy. Especially the repeat offenders who put up with the antics much longer than they should’ve – what they looked like when, once again, your precious Fedya’s face popped up on your phone alongside his special ringtone. God it was fun.

You fly through the front door, face flushed as you arrive home, searching for your distressed son.

“Honey?” you called out.

“I’m in here,” he replied, voice cracking and dripping with tears – in your room.

You kicked your shoes and jacket off before hurrying up the stairs, peaking your head through the doorframe to see Fyodor curled in on himself, sobbing.

He had watched your location in real time as you drove home, so he knew exactly when to turn on the waterworks – approximately eight minutes before you arrived to allow for a perfectly flushed face, puffy eyes, and runny nose to make it seem like he’d been crying for hours.

And it fooled you every time. You rushed over to the bed to sit, back leaned against the headboard, and pulled him into your lap. He curled up into you instinctively, fitting against you perfectly like he had his whole life. You pet his mussed, dark hair with one hand as you hold him tight to your chest with the other, as his tears continue to spill onto your shoulder.

“It’s okay, Fedya baby, it’s okay. Mommy’s got you.”

He only sniffed in response, seemingly too in distress communicate verbally.

“Can I ask what happened?” You asked, very, very delicately.

“Just r-really missed you, and started panicking, is all,” Fyodor hiccupped. You just pulled him closer to you, tears collecting at the corners of your own eyes now.

He wrapped his arms tight around your neck and buried his face into your top.

“Is there anything Mommy can do to make it better?”

The words Fyodor had been waiting for. A small smirk played across his lips where his face was hidden from your view, but wiped it away before pulling back and looking at you. He looked a mess – his long hair tangled and tousled every which way, his cheeks and nose tomato red, and lips torn to shreds from where he had been anxiously chewing on them. You offered him a gentle smile, bringing one hand up to tuck a lock of black hair behind his ear.

“Can you-” he used a hand to adjust the crotch of his pants. “Can you… help me?”

Your eyes flicked down to where his hand just was to see a slight tent forming. You smiled – it was easy when this was all it took to cheer him up.

“Of course I will, honey.”

Your hand slithered into his sleep pants looking up at him for approval before you slipped past the waistband of his boxers. Fyodor pretended to wipe away more tears to hide the menacing smirk he couldn’t help from forming as he got exactly what he wanted – you.

Fyodor groaned as your familiar fingers wrapped around his half-hard cock, thumbing briefly at the slit to gather the dribble of precum that had already begun forming.

You spit in your hand for extra lube before properly jerking him off. He couldn’t help but harden up quickly – he had been waiting for this basically all day, and he was only human.

“Were you really this excited for me?” you teased, squeezing his length and making him yelp.

“Just missed you, is all…” he grumbled, repeating himself.

He couldn’t help but fuck up into your expert fist, a little too desperate for the feeling of your hot palms against his now aching cock.

Fyodor was coming undone fast, and you, of course, could tell. The way his face contorted and hips spasmed were telltale signs that your son was about to cum, so you quickened the speed of your jerks to encourage him.

“C’mon my love, cum for Mommy,” you cooed into his ear. He whined.

“Wait wait wait-” Fyodor suddenly exclaimed, tugging at your wrist.

You immediately stopped, looking up at your son still sitting in your lap, eyes full of concern.

“What’s wrong, Fedya?”

“Can I-” Fyodor started, eyes widening before he covered his face with his hands. You could barely hear the following nevermind he mumbled, already soft words muffled by his palms.

You wrapped your fingers around his wrists and tugged gently.

“Look at me, sweetheart. Can you, what?”

“It’s selfish, Mommy.” He couldn’t meet your eyes.

“You’re allowed to be selfish sometimes, baby,” you reassured, offering him a gentle smile.

“Can I have…. more?” he asked shyly.

“More?” you cocked your head.

“…More. Of you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to make sense of what he was saying, until it clicked.

“You want Mommy’s cunt?”

Suddenly his violet gaze met yours as you uttered the exact words he wanted to hear. Fyodor almost wanted to clap and cheer at how perfectly you had been following the script he had outlined in his head, of how tonight was to go. Of how he was going to ensure that you remained under his thumb, even if you never realized it. Just another step in the direction of making sure he would remain the only man in your life.

“Is that okay?” he almost squeaked, making sure not to fall out of character.

You just laughed and shook your head affectionately.

“C’mere, baby.”

Soon Fyodor was on his back against the mattress, looking up at you as you now straddled his lap. You still had the softest, most loving expression with a gleam in your eye.

“Let Mommy do it for you,” you whispered.

He nodded against the pillow, still playing the shy boy act.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Fyodor stared as you pulled your dress up over your head, leaving you only in your underwear on top of him. Surely this was what your date from earlier had been hoping to see, but it was all for Fyodor. It always would be.

You shifted off him momentarily to gently shimmy his sleep pants and boxers all the way off, and rid yourself of your panties before resuming your position. Now Fyodor was breathless as your pussy came in contact with his skin, already weeping slick onto his pelvis.

Grabbing his cock into your hand once again, making him hiss, you look back up at him.

“Are you sure you want this, Fedya?” you asked, a hint of nervousness in your voice. You just really didn’t want him to regret this.

“Please,” he whined, grabbing your hips.

You chuckled, running your hand up his chest.

“Okay, my love. Just for you.”

Reality turned into slow motion as Fyodor watched you raise yourself up on your knees, line his painfully throbbing erection up with your entrance, and sink down onto him. The yelp he let out was completely involuntary, as you clenched your tight heat around his cock.

“M-mom- feels so fucking good-” he stuttered, throwing his head back into the pillow.

“Good baby, I’m glad.” You leaned down to press a chaste kiss to his lips, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you, t- fuck!”  he attempted to reply, cut off by your next moves.

Using your thigh and core strength, you raised yourself off his lap once again before falling back down, moaning at the way his tip brushed directly against your sweet spot. You searched his face for any sign of discomfort but all you could see was the contorted look of pleasure as he involuntarily bucked his hips up into you, overcome with pleasure. It was reassuring enough for you.

Slowly but surely, you fell into a rhythm, using the bedframe behind Fyodor’s head as leverage as you fucked yourself on his cock.

Fyodor was a whining, garbling mess, only able to gasp out single words like fuck! or mommy!  He couldn’t do anything, could only watch as you used his cock.

Though it felt good for you too, overwhelmed by the pleasure of Fedya’s length as he filled you up again and again, what felt the best was knowing how happy you were making your darling son. To see the fucked out look on his face as he approached his climax was better than anything else ever could be.

Fyodor was too distracted to properly voice his oncoming orgasm and accidentally spilled his seed inside of you but you didn’t really mind, just climbed off him and used the sheets to wipe yourself off a bit.

Then you were laying on your side next to him and pulled him in close to you, running your fingers up and down the pale skin of his back as he caught his breath.

“So good for me, baby. You did so good for me,” you cooed.

“Thank you, Mommy.” Thank you for staying mine.

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Content Warning: Yandere themes / Non-con / Captivity / Gavin being Gavin A/N: Sorry, I was gone for a little bit! It was my 28th birthday, and so I was busy celebrating! I'm back again! ^-^ I'm currently working on the requests for my 100 Followers Celebration but, as they're not quite ready yet, here's something to tide you guys over in the meantime! Because I've been really into Detroit again recently, and I love Gavin. I know. My taste in fictional men is...questionable... yes he's a douche but he's so hot ok

“You know...I used to hate androids. I thought they were useless pieces of plastic shit...That changed though.”

His cruel blue eyes flickered up to you, and where you hung like a marionette from the various wires and clamps that had been set up to hold you suspended.

He had invited you round to his place because it was supposedly 'crucial' for the investigation. You had been surprised by the fact that he lived in a literal mansion. Even more surprised by the basement you had ultimately ended up being trapped in.

Down here, he kept other androids like yourself. Caged up, mangled and mutilated. By the time you had realized just how risky it was to be here, it had been too late. He strung you up like this, and jammed some kind of plug into the back of your neck.

“...It was before I realized just how much fun I could have with you guys. You don't have any rights...so I can do whatever I like, can't I?” Gavin tilted his head and scratched some of the scruff on his jawline, “Yeah...pick and pull you apart, put you back together again. It's become a hobby of mine. Police work can be stressful, something you pricks obviously can't understand. I need to get my kicks somehow...”

He trailed off, smirking at you. Your blue blooded heart was pounding. You felt the fear and couldn't deny it. Thus was the nature of actually being a deviant.

“...Wh...why are you doing this to me?” you asked him, and he just chuckled, pacing around casually in front of you, back and forth.

“Why? Because I want to. And because you've always pissed me off too. I have to see you in my office every day, all buddy buddy with that other android asshole and that washed up cop. You must think you're better than me, huh?”

Your bottom lip quivered a little. It wasn't necessarily painful to be in this position, you weren't capable of feeling that. But you were frightened. Undeniably dreading what he might ultimately end up doing to you.

“No I don't--!”

“Yeah, sure. Anyway...if you really wanna know the reason why I chose you...I think it's kinda obvious.”

To your shock, his hand suddenly snaked up to your jawline, gripping it firmly. You wanted to jerk your head away, but the cable in your neck prevented you from moving it enough.

“Wh...what are you saying?” you whimpered softly, and he just grinned wider, showing off those pearly whites.

“I'm saying that you stand out. Usually you androids creep me the fuck out. But you've got a pretty face.” he uttered, while letting his hand traverse down from your neck, over your chest, and lower still, until he was resting his fingers on the buckle of your belt.

“And a nice body too. I'm not sure how that ties in with being a police officer, but I can't complain.” he stated, while you squirmed and struggled. Gavin toyed with your belt for a bit, tugging on it, before letting go and walking over to where an array of screens were stacked.

“Anyway...I'm not going to waste any more time. We're going to do some troubleshooting on you, sweetheart...”

“What are you going to do to me!?” you gasped, and Gavin glanced around over his shoulder.

“What am I going to do?” he tapped away on the keyboard and slammed the space key, before straightening up and walking back over to you again.

“I'm going to wipe your memory. Reprogram you, basically. It might surprise you, but I've done some research into this.” he stated, “I know how to take that little electric brain of yours and make you obedient. I like the idea of having you helping around here. And when you're not doing what I need you to do, we can have some fun together...”

You could feel every artificial nerve in your body seizing up at once.

So...he intended to make you his slave then? Was that basically what he was saying?

“How does that sound? Ah but it doesn't matter what you think, especially not now...” Gavin trailed off with a dark look, as the screen popped up with a progress bar. The panic truly set in at a new level of extreme, and you started to lash out and gasp desperately.

“No! NO! NO PLEASE DON'T RESET ME!!”

“Sorry sweetheart. I've already decided.”  

Gavin leaned against the wall opposite you, folding his arms and smirking as he watched you struggle all the more. Not for long though.  

Soon enough, your mind was wiped. You lost grip on whatever semblance you had of who you really were, and fell into a void from which there was no escape.  

All your memories were ripped right out of your plastic skull.

Conversations with Connor about dogs.

Hank taking you for burgers at the Chicken Feed stop, even if you couldn't eat them.

Little things...triggers that had ultimately set you on this deviant path.  

All of it. Lost.

By the time the process concluded, you stepped away a hollow shell of what you once were. Of course, that was precisely what Gavin wanted, and he drew closer to you again, taking your face between his hands and tilting it up.  

Your eyes were distant. You eyed him without clarity, as if you were no longer really present. It made you malleable enough that he knew he could get away with anything. Just the way he liked it...

Plus...since you were no longer really there...he could finally set aside his pride and do what he had wanted to all along.

The gap between you closed. The tip of his nose brushed against your own, before his lips captured yours too.  

You didn't feel a thing.

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Seat of Power | jungkook political au 04

pairing: ceo!jungkook x reader genre: political & yandere au

summary: in the world full of power and greed, there are people who seek freedom and peace. While the two rival families are fighting for different purposes, it's their son and daughter fighting for what they desire. You already buried the memories that happened that night while he already tattooed it on his mind. You've forgotten them while he's doing everything in his power to make it happen again. 

chapter summary: after you successfully escape in Jungkook’s territory, you are now in the care of the Choi family that helps you with your situation. Everything is now in favor of what you want until it’s not. You thought that you finally saw the light at the end of the road but it was a thunder that would consume you alive. 

chapter warnings: Jungkook breaking down, yandere tendencies, unstable mental health, Jungkook’s men breaking in the house, Y/N is physically and mentally unstable, brief smut (if there is more and not included, please do mention it. ty!) word count: 8.5k

disclaimer: This is pure fiction and I do not condone the acts of Jeon Jungkook in the story. All events and occurrences in this book are all fictional and all are part of my imagination. And also, this fiction will be political.

Jungkook receives a call while he’s in the meeting. It was your nurse who’s calling. 

It’s been only 2 days since he left to go back to Seoul for a deal and he’s going to be away for a week. It’s hard for him since he doesn’t want to leave you that long but his company would go down when he abandons his duties. His father is already doubting him for all the things that he’s been doing that’s why he needs to go back on track. 

He thought the only reason why your nurse called is to deliver a daily update from you about your condition. But he was wrong.

Your nurse didn’t even let him greet her and she immediately spoke. “Mr. Jeon, I’m sorry! Y/N is missing. We’re just preparing her meds when we left her in the living room and when we went back, she wasn’t there anymore and we still couldn't find her!”

The nurse speaks nonstop. She spoke so fast that Jungkook couldn’t understand most of what she said. 

But out of all she said, what marked him was you are missing. 

Jungkook felt like his world collapsed at his feet.

The people in the meeting got surprised when he suddenly stood up from his seat while he’s on a call. Hoseok—his friend threw him a concerned look but he didn’t give him attention. He immediately stormed out of the conference room without saying a word. 

“What the fuck happened?!” His voice thundered as he walked rapidly towards the rooftop where his private jet is located. He called his men to command a search on you. He also instructed someone to communicate with the government of Hanrim to help in the search for you. He still doesn’t know the whole story of how you went missing because he’s occupied commanding everyone to look for you. 

He was tense during the whole trip going back to Jeju. He’s been thinking a lot and he can’t stop his anxiety. He already thought about the things that can happen to you while you’re away and he’s been thinking the worst. There are a lot of things that’s been going inside his head but what’s on the top of his mind is “Why did you leave?”

Did he do something that you don’t like? Did he say something? Did you remember a certain memory that caused you to leave?

He still doesn’t understand why you left and he doesn’t want to acknowledge that the reason why you left is that you may have already remembered everything and you chose to leave. It’s the most possible reason for you to leave yet he chose to ignore it. 

Maybe she just wants to wander around the house? That she wants to see more than what’s inside the house. She can’t just leave me because I know that she loves me too. She can’t do that. 

His men and nurses ran into him immediately as they saw him walking in the house. They reported about what’s happening and stated how you left the house. They also showed CCTV footage of you leaving the house. It was obvious that you planned your escape but he can’t accept that on himself. He ordered everyone to leave the office because he wanted to be alone and give himself time to think. He’s been playing back the footage of you hundreds of times that he already memorized every move you make and yet, he still can't believe that you really did that. 

After he rewound it for the last time, that’s when it hitted him. 

You left him. You plan to leave him. 

He’s starting to shake and tears are now forming on his eyes. He bit the nails of his thumb to prevent himself from crying but it was too late. A broken tear was leaving his eyes. 

It didn’t last long for his tears to fall continuously until he started to scream and shatter the things in front of him. 

One of his men entered his office to check up on him but the man ended up bitten by Jungkook. He was practically screaming at his men, blaming him for your loss. He was continuously throwing punches until other men were begging him to stop before he killed the poor man. Whoever tries to stop him gets involved as well. He was already out of control when he decided to get the gun inside the drawer of his table and pointed it to the people in front of him and everyone went freeze.

“It was all your fucking fault you careless son of a bitch!” 

His eyes were bloodshot while he was pointing the gun and everyone paused to raise their hand in signal of defeat. The room was silent for a few seconds and Jungkook’s breath was in fast-phase.

He pointed the gun on the roof to shoot all of a sudden and everyone was leaning back while covering their ears as they screamed.

“Leave or you won’t be able to leave this room alive!”

And with that, he’s alone once again. 

He put his gun on the table and he tried to calm down but he couldn't. Another set of tears were flowing on his cheeks once more. He allows himself to fall down on the ground as he rubs his face with his palms and he looks at your frame hanging on the wall.

Why did you leave me alone? I gave you everything for you to stay. Am I not enough? Baby please come back. You know that I can’t live without you…

He doesn’t know how long he’s in his position crying for you to come back as if you could hear him from where you are. He’s blaming himself why you chose to leave. You planned to leave and he can’t accept the fact that he wasn’t enough for you. What makes it even worse is the fact that you might be in danger out there. It’s raining hard and you don’t have anything to cover yourself. You’re soaking wet when he last saw you in the footage and you’re probably shivering out there. You have no idea on the things that can happen to you and you were so naive in this world that there might be people who will hurt and take advantage of you. That thought alone scared him the most. He can’t just stay here and cry his ass because he knows for a fact that you won’t just appear in front of him. He must set aside his emotions and focus on finding you. 

Baby, no matter what happens, I will find you.

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You were shivering because of fear and coldness and you were starting to lose your breath but you weren’t stopping from running. The road is getting blurred and foggy but you still continue to run in it. You're frightened because of the emptiness of the wide road but you didn’t stop because him catching you is the scariest of them all. 

You don’t know how long you’ve been running and where you are now but what matters is you’re already away. You’re not familiar on the road and there is no vehicle that’s stopping by. It doesn't last long until you realize that you’re in the middle of nowhere. In both corners of the road is a woods and it’s dangerous to enter that path. You just keep on running until you see a house in the corner of the road. You suddenly feel like there’s a light at the end of the darkness and you finally received the hope that you’ve been waiting for. 

You immediately knock on the door when you reach the front of the house asking if there is someone inside. As the second goes by that the door isn’t opening, you were panicking that Jungkook might catch you. You speak louder hoping that someone can hear you inside and after another few seconds, the door finally opens and a man in his late 30s is standing in front of you.

“Please, help me!” You begged and your cries became louder. 

“Oh my, what happened to you?!” When the man processed your state, he looked at you with his wide eyes before he looked back to call someone.

“Yeobo! There’s a woman in here!” The man called inside and he looked at you with a concern in his eyes before he let you in. 

“Thank you so much, ahjussi!” Your cry in relief. 

“What is it?” A woman in her 30s as well appeared in front of you. Probably the wife of the man. When the woman saw you, her eyes immediately opened wide. 

“Who are you?!” 

They let you change your clothes and they gave you a cup of coffee to drink. They help you make yourself comfortable in their house before you explain your situation. It was hard for you to finish your narrative because you weren’t sure of what you’re going to say. But you ended up narrating the reasons why you left that place. 

You’re already covered in a scarf yet you’re still trembling from what just happened to you. It hasn’t sunk in you that you’re finally out at his control and you manage to escape. You still can’t believe that you did that. 

You’ve been talking to the married couple who helped you and they were also helping you to figure things out. They were Choi Seung-won—the husband and Choi Ji-woo—the wife. They have a daughter named Yumi who’s at the age of 12. You were so thankful to them for helping you despite you being a stranger. They also thought that it would be easy for them to find you since their home is accessible since it’s along the road, hence, they offered to bring you to their parents so that you’ll be safe until you figure things out. They even offered to give you a ride which you were so thankful for. They’ve done enough for you yet they continue to help. 

“Jeon Jungkook? The son of Jeon Tae-soo?!” The mother of Ji-woo reacted as they had finished narrating your story. The couple nodded. 

“Are you sure?” She added, obviously doubting you. 

“Eomma!” Ji-woo reacted.

“Do you even remember your parent’s name?” The mother asked you.

You didn’t respond immediately because you’re trying to remember their name. You’re squeezing your brain in the hopes of remembering their names but you don’t.

You manage to remember their names however, because of the drugs and medicines that Jungkook made you drink, your brain resets.

The sad part is, you will never know that everything that happens to you is Jungkook’s fault.

“Of course she wouldn’t remember. She loses her memories, remember?” Seung-won answered for you.

You thought that everything would be in favor of you but it wouldn’t be just like that. Ji-woo’s mother couldn’t believe you because they find it impossible to happen. You couldn’t give much information regarding yourself and Jungkook because you do not have enough knowledge. All the things that you manage to remember before you left disappear in an instant. It was when you realized that you don’t have enough information about Jungkook who claims to be the love of your life. 

The only thing that you know about him is he has a company that you don’t even know about and his age. Your knowledge was limited because Jungkook himself doesn’t talk much about his personal self. The thing that he mostly talks about is the memories you’ve created with him in the past. He also only talks about you and who you are but never about him. 

Nonetheless, the Choi family let you stay with them even though it’s hard for them because if it’s true that you’re really connected with the Jeon’s, then they’ll be screwed because they are aware how powerful their family is. They’ve seen and witnessed how you were scared for your life and it’s enough for them to convince themselves to help you. 

In a snap of a finger, your life changes after you run away from Jungkook. You don’t have a single plan and you didn’t even think about it carefully yet you still continue. You acted based on your emotion and it was late that you realized where your actions brought you. Your life with Jungkook was a dream that most people want. Having things you want and being served. Most people would want that but behind closed doors, you were living in a prison and treated as a prisoner. 

You may be living in a huge and fancy house while being served delicious food and sleeping in a huge bed—but it wasn’t all about that. You aren’t treated like a normal human. It’s more like you’re been treated like a pet. 

Everytime you feel like you regret your actions, you always go back to the reason why you left. 

Your life with the Choi’s isn’t the best but it’s better living with Jungkook. You learned how to cook, how to clean and how to communicate with other people. It was an experience that you couldn’t have when you’re in that rest house. You feel that you really belong here. 

But honestly, you sometimes feel like a burden to the Choi family because you live with them rent free and they feed you for free. You always thank them for the things that they’ve done to you. Now, you’ve been thinking about how to go back to Seoul and see if you still have a life there. But they already warned you that it’ll be hard for you because Seoul is far away from Jeju. As much as they want to help you, they don’t have the money and resources to do that.

You thought that once you leave that place, you would start to remember but you were wrong. The most difficult thing is, most of the things that happen to you after you left that place suddenly fades away. You once again forgot all the things that you remember and even the things that you found out about your family and this is all because of all the medicines and drugs you’ve taken. 

 You’re once again clueless on who you are hence, it’s hard for them to find your real family. They want to ask for the help of the police but you’ve thought that it’s not safe because you’re aware of how powerful Jeon Jungkook is. Once the police know about you, it won’t take long until they bring you back to him. 

“Hey.”

The sun was already setting and you were sitting at the front of the house you’re staying in. This place is very different from the place you have with Jungkook. It’s a forest like and the houses are away from each other. There is no signal but it has electricity. You were starting to love this place because you feel more at peace. 

You looked at Ji-woo who sat beside you as she gave you a smile.

“What’s running through your mind?” She asked you.

“Nothing in particular.” You answered, still watching as the sun set.

“Are you starting to gain your memory?” 

“Not yet, unnie.” You smiled at her but it didn’t reach your eyes. 

A silence filled both of you and after a few moments, you spoke again.

“Thank you so much for letting me stay here. I swear, I’m going to repay you once I’ve figured this out.”

“You’ve thank us enough, Y/N. You don’t have to repeat it a hundred times.” She chuckles. 

They already treat you like a family and you’ve already felt comfortable around them and you’ve realized how you feel like yourself when you’re with them. You feel like you’re at home already and they are your family. 

“But seriously, how are you, Y/N?” After both of you joked around with each other, she looked at you with full concern in her eyes.

“I  wanted to say that nothing’s been bothering me but I would lie.” You smiled bitterly and you can’t hide what you really feel right now. “It feels like the decisions I made are wrong and I don’t know already.” You added.

“Oh dear. Why would you think that?”

“I also don’t know. I’m not sure how far I will go. I’m starting to feel like I’m just fooling myself and I don’t know when to stop this madness.” You sigh before you look down on your feet. The sun finally set and it’s already getting dark and cold. 

“I’m sorry that you feel that way and we can’t help much other than making you stay here.” She lightly caresses your right arm. “My family alone isn’t enough to help you. Do you want to ask for help? Maybe they won’t bring you back to him.”

“You’ve already done enough, unnie. I’m the problem and I don’t know how to deal with myself.” 

You don’t have a plan in the first place. Yes, you didn’t plan your escape and you acted based on your emotion and your instinct but you can’t just do that again. There are already people involved. You’re trying to formulate a concrete plan this time but the truth is, you’ve already created a plan but you know to yourself that it won’t work. 

You’re already doubting yourself if the decisions and actions you’ve made are right and as the time goes by, you’re starting to believe that you’ve made the wrong decision. 

Everytime you’re thinking about the Choi family, you’ve been thinking about how grateful you are that they’ve helped an unknown woman. You’ve also learned to love them and you’ve realized how your life is better when you’re with them. However, not because they were nice to you doesn’t mean that you’ll forever depend on them. They have their own lives and you weren’t part of it. You were just asking for a temporary home but you can’t stay with them as long as you want. They’re not like Jeon Jungkook who’s rich enough to support and take care of you. 

You’ve also thought about leaving already but you’ve realized that you have nowhere to go. You can’t do what you did last time—finding a family to help you. You cannot become a burden once again. 

You might be free right now but you can’t be free forever unless you have the solution to your problem—your memories. Without that, you’re nothing. You’re still hoping that you can have your memories back but you are starting to lose your hope. And the sad part is, as the day passes, it seems like you always lose a memory. It seems like you’re a hopeless case. You were thinking of who can help you and the only person you can think of is him. Sometimes, going back to him crossed your mind. When you first think of that, you immediately deny it to yourself because you’ve gone a lot just for you to go back. But as the time went by, you felt like going back will be your end decision because the only one who's capable of helping you is him.

Weeks have passed and everything was normal. For you to at least show your debts of gratitude, you always help in the house. At first, it was hard for you to adapt to their way of living but you’ve learned with their help. It wasn’t hard and the truth is, you felt like you’ve also done this even before. It’s easy for you to experience daily hardship like you’ve been through it. 

One day, when you’re helping Ji-woo’s mother in the kitchen, Seung-won was rushing to enter the house. He’s catching his breath and he’s sweating a lot.��

“Y/N, I’ve heard the news! Everyone in the city already knows that Mr. Jeon is looking for you! Most of the people were participating in the search party and it won’t take long before they find you here!” He was speaking so fast but you understand what he said. 

You silently gasp and an anxiety of fear fills you. Your feet were glued to the ground and you can’t seem to move. You haven’t said a word while the two are discussing it already. After a few moments. Ji-woo arrived at the house as she joined the discussion. 

“We have to find a place where they won’t find her!” Ji-woo said and Seung-won shook his head.

“We don’t have a place! We can bring her to my parents but it’s in Jongdal-ri but it’s literally on the other side! The trip will cost a lot.”

They were already arguing about what to do with you while you were still in silence. Your vision is slowly becoming blurry and their voices start to echo in your head. You suddenly feel that the world is spinning and you’re about to fall. 

And in a blink of an eye, you heard a loud sound on your head. 

The relatives were shocked when they heard a loud scream. You immediately caught their attention and they ran into you. 

“Y/N, what’s happening to you?!” 

You’re gripping your head and you’re groaning in pain. You’re already at the ground and when the pain intensifies, you’re now knocking your head. They were already panicking because they had no idea what to do to you. Your situation is becoming worse as you scream is getting louder. 

You were lying on the soft fabric of his bed while he’s at the top of you. He was caressing your delicate skin as he was slowly thrusting himself on you and you were crying from pleasure. You looked at his eyes that made you drunk and he inserted his thumb on your mouth to suck it.

“That’s it baby, take me so well.” He moaned before he went down to suck your sensitive nipple and you cried his name. You pulled him by the neck before you aggressively kissed him in the mouth. He continued thrusting and when you’re about to come, you screamed his name.

“Jungkook, please don’t stop!”

After a memory hitted you, silence filled you. Your whole body stops and you are only looking in one direction while your mouth is slightly opened. 

You were in a state of shock and the people around you were already asking your feelings while you couldn’t answer them. 

You have remembered a memory of you with him. It wasn’t just a memory because he was fucking you. You couldn’t believe that out of all the memories that both of you have, it’s the memory you remember. You have no idea when and where it takes place but you were sure that it does happen in his penthouse. 

“Y/N, please talk to us!”

You were back to reality when Ji-woo was shaking your arms. You looked at her and she he was almost crying. Everyone was looking at you like you’re almost going to die. 

“I remembered a memory.” You started.

“What? Do you remember everything?” Seung-won asked you and you shook your head.

“No. It’s just a memory with Jungkook.”

“What is it all about?” You didn’t immediately respond when Ji-woo asked you, you only stared at her in response. 

What happened to you terrifies them therefore, they become alert to what can happen to you next. They don’t know how they can handle you when it happens again and the only thing that they could do is look after you. 

You weren’t talking the whole day and you're always looking away. They don’t have an idea what’s running in your mind but they know that you’re in deep thoughts. Before the day ends, you finally spoke.

“Can I come when you go downtown?” 

“What? You won’t be safe Y/N. People might recognize you!” Seung-won responded. 

“I’ll hide and if they still manage to find me, I’ll surrender.”

You don’t know what got into you when you said that. They would probably catch you without a hassle but you still want to risk it. Because of what you recently remember, you suddenly want to get a glimpse of him. It’s been two weeks since you’ve last seen him and you wanted to see how he’s been. After all, he took care of you at least. 

You’ve doubted yourself even more. You felt like all the things you chose to believe are all wrong. You might be preceded by fear and doubt that he’s lying to you hence, you choose to believe what you want.

What if all your medicines you’ve drunk were really the medicine that will help you recover? What if you were drugged for your own sake? What if he’s just thinking about your safety? What if every information that he’s been grinding to you were the truth? What if he really loves you? What if you really love him? You’ve thought all of that because of a memory that you suddenly remember.

Now, you’re having a hard time finding the truth and you just wanted to confront him to answer all of the questions that won’t let you sleep but you were scared that he will lie and manipulate you. 

But there is something that you’re sure of, your heartbeat increases when you remember the memory you had with him on his bed.

—

You were overwhelmed with how crowded the city downtown is. For many weeks, the only people you see are the Choi family and way back when you’re with Jungkook, the only people you see are the nurses, maids, doctors, guards and Jungkook himself. You aren’t used to seeing a lot of people and you find it fascinating how you see what the real world is. 

You were used to being taken care of by the people you’re with but now, people don’t care about you anymore. They mind their own business as if you weren’t existing and it smells like freedom. 

“I’m going to buy some fruits over there and you should probably stay here. Don’t remove your scarf, alright?” Ji-woo pointed at the stall who’s selling fruits before she tapped your shoulder and you nod. 

You stay in your position and you keep on watching what’s around you. You’re in an open street market as Ji-woo granted your request of wanting to go outside.. You tightly close your scarf that’s also covering your head. Besides that you’re afraid to be known, you were also getting cold. It’s autumn and it’s starting to get colder. People are already starting to wear thick clothes to prevent getting cold. 

While you were looking around, you caught a person that’s very familiar to you and when you realized who he is, your heart suddenly jumped and you immediately turned around. 

It was one of your bodyguards and he’s also the last person you saw before you ran away. Anxiety of fear is falling on you and you don’t know what to do. You immediately use your scarf to cover half of your face and you start to panic. You were about to run towards Ji-woo when you saw another person that you were hoping to see. 

Jungkook is standing meters away from you. He wasn’t wearing his usual attire that’s white button down long sleeve polo and a black slacks instead, he’s wearing a beige sweater with a white collar inside of it and fitted dirty white pants. His hair is longer the last time you saw it and you admitted that it looks good on him. He stands tall and everyone can easily notice his great but intimidating aura and he looks stunning. 

You were hoping to see a glimpse of him but you didn’t expect it to be here where he doesn't belong. With his magnificent appearance, no one would ever spot someone like him in a public market. But now he’s here, everyone that’s passing by him eventually looks back.

He’s looking around, his eyes are like a deep ocean. It can be scary with its everlasting waves but you would love to look at how beautiful it can be.

You were so close to him.

The bodyguard that you saw a while ago is now talking with Jungkook. They were discussing something and you cannot even tear your eyes away. You should be running by now but you can’t help but to stay and look at him. You can’t help but to embrace the thrill you’re feeling right now that you’re close yet so far away. 

Waves of memories with him flashes through your mind. From the day you opened your eyes in a hospital bed and the first thing you saw is his crystal eyes to the last thing you remembered that you’re with him. It was when he’s tucking you to bed the day before you left. A sharp pang of guilt suddenly filled you. You don’t remember even a one time thing where he treated you badly. But rather, he treats you like a princess. He doesn’t even let a fly land on your skin but yet, you choose to leave him. 

He treats you right and you left him. 

And just before he laid an eye on you, someone pulled you aggressively and now, you’re running. 

“Oh my god, Y/N! He almost saw you!” Ji-woo was looking around as she was checking if there is a suspicious person near the both of you. She’s already panicking while you’re in there standing like an idiot. 

“I was talking with the seller and she suddenly talked about Jungkook who’s always visiting the area in the hopes to see you! And she mentions that because he’s literally in the area! Oh dear. What if they saw you? They saw us? We should probably leave now!” Before you know it, she’s pulling your hands and both of you are running once again. 

—

“Y/N, can you get the plate for me? The food is ready to be served.” Ji-woo’s mother looked at you and you immediately responded by getting the precise plate for the dish.

“You call Ji-woo outside. Seung-won won’t join us for lunch.” She added after you bring her the plate she asks you. 

It’s been two days since you saw Jungkook in the public market yet you felt like it happened just a second ago. Everything happens in a swift way. Ji-woo is pulling you and before you know it, you’re back at the top of the mountain where you’re alone with the Choi family once again. 

Your life cycle was still the same as usual. You wake up, help Ji-woo's mother in cleaning and cooking, eat, rest, sleep and repeat. Everything is still the same but your standpoint is slowly changing as the day goes by which you find complicated. You’re not just having a hard time dealing with yourself but you are also troubling the people around you. 

When you are opening your eyes in the morning, you were hoping that you would remember something from your past. Who you are, who your family is, what your life looks like or how you are in a relationship with Jungkook. You were hoping that you will remember at least one of them but they never come.

On a second thought, you did remember a memory of you in the past. You were having a sexual intercorse with Jungkook in his bed. It was a vague memory but you were certain that it did happen. You don’t understand why out of all the memories you had, it was the memory that you remember and you don’t even know if it's relevant to your life. 

That is the one memory you have and nothing more. You don’t have a choice but to make it your basis from your past and all your standpoint is slowly trembling because of that one memory you have. 

Your life would be better if you were really a part of the Choi family. Your life is simple and the place where you live is spectacular because of huge and refreshing trees, peaceful place and you always love watching the sunset. 

You’re content with the life that the Choi family allows you to have but you should look outside the box. You were still a stranger to them and there will be a time that you have to leave because you’re not really a part of them. They were just nice and generous to let you stay with them until you figured things out. 

You were trying to hide behind the Choi’s.

But everyone and everything that’s hiding will always be found. 

—

The weather is good, the air is always fresh, you can already reach the clouds from the sky, and you were having a wonderful day with the Choi’s. 

You were cooking a native dish outside the house to eat later this afternoon. 

You are happy. Until you’re not.

They were outside the house and you went inside to get the ingredients that are needed for the dish that you’re cooking. You are humming while you’re arranging the ingredients that you’ll bring outside and once you’re done, you grab them with the help of your two hands.

You haven’t even taken a step when Ji-woo suddenly appears in front of you. Her both eyes were wide and she looked agitated and she’s panicking. You were about to call her by her name when she suddenly pulled your arm inside your room where you’re sleeping.

“Whatever happens, don’t make a noise.” She warned you in a monotone voice as she closed and locked the door. She grabs the tupperware that you’re holding and places it on a table before she sticks her right ear on the door. 

You don’t know what’s happening but you know that it’s bad and it makes you nervous with how Ji-woo is acting. 

“What’s happening?” You whispered. She looked at you before she pulled you far away from the door. 

“They’re here. The people of Jungkook are here to find you, Y/N.”

It was like you’ve been doused with cold water and you can’t move. Your head felt like spinning and you were about to pass out. 

“How come—

“Shhh!”

She turned away before she returned in front by sticking her ear on the door. The room is filled with silence and you don’t hear a thing until you hear voices from outside of the house. 

“Who owns this dress?” A man speaks.

The house is small for you to hear what they are talking about.

“My wife’s.” You heard Seung-won respond. 

There was silence for a moment until you heard a man speak again.

“I don’t think that this dress will fit on your wife. I saw her a while ago.” 

The dress that they’re talking about belongs to you. It was the dress that you wore when you left his place and you were still wearing it up until now. You gasp when you realize that the dress is hanging outside because you had laundry yesterday.

“Can we check your house real quick?”

“No! That’s against the law! You don’t even have a search warrant.”

Everything happens so fast. You heard that Seung-won and Ji-woo’s mother are already shouting outside and Ji-woo is already panicking with you. She’s pulling her hair while she’s walking back and forth. 

“We should leave!” She said before she opens the door to peek outside and when she confirms that the inside of the house is clear, she opens it widely before she pulls your hand. 

At the back of the house, there’s a door going outside and both of you immediately exit the house. Both of you were rushing going the opposite way where the front door is. Ji-woo is looking around while you’re looking where the people of Jungkook are located and there, you see again the man you saw in the public market. He was fiercely standing in front of another man who’s attacking Seung-won. Your surroundings went in slow motion when you saw the scene for a few moments. Everything is a mess and you cannot believe that it all happens at once. 

It will take a few minutes before you can reach the streets from where you’ve been but with how fast you and Ji-woo, it only took you a second to reach the main street going to the town. After you’ve landed to the ground, both of you stop to catch your breath. Ji-woo rests her hands on her knees and you lean on the pole beside you. 

The streets were empty. There’s no car passing by and there’s no people that can be seen. You look up at the sky and the sun that’s shining a while ago is now covered with thick clouds. It looks like it’s about to rain.

You can’t believe that everything turns upside down on just a one snap of a finger. 

“Our house is far from here and we don’t have a vehicle as of the moment.” Ji-woo said while also looking around. “We can’t be walking on the street right now.”

Ji-woo is speaking and it’s almost like she’s already talking to herself. You cannot even utter a word and were just watching her go crazy.

It’s ironic that you should be the one having her reactions instead of her but here you are, standing like a 3 year old kid that’s waiting for her mother to decide for the both of you.

“I know a friend! We can go there first since it’s nearer than our house.” 

She walked on the opposite side where both of you are facing and this time, she didn’t pull you. 

You notice how she’s been always pulling you to get out of the situation you don’t want you to be in. She pulls you away when Jungkook almost sees you at the public market, she pulls you going inside the room to hide and she pulls you when you escape the house of her mother to avoid getting caught by Jungkook’s men. 

She’s always the one who helped you get away while you were always acting stupid with everything. 

When Ji-woo noticed that you weren't following her, she looked back and walked back to you. 

“We should hurry! They might catch us!” She extends her hand for her to pull you once again but you resist.

“Unnie.”

She looked at you confused. You slowly let go of your wrist from her grip.

“I think we should stop this.” You spoke and she immediately frowned from what you just said.

“What are you saying?” She asked in a low voice.

“I can’t keep hiding like this. I can’t keep hiding with you.” Tears were now forming on your eyes and you inhaled deeply to prevent it from falling. 

“What do you mean? It’s okay. We can reach at the house of my friend in no time—

“No. I should… stop.” Your voice is getting lower as tears escape your eyes. She immediately went to caress and wipe your tears before she hugs you and with her warmth, you cry louder in her embrace. 

“We can deal with this. You have us, Y/N.” She spoke as she rubbed your back and you shook your head.

“That’s not what I mean. I should stop this because nothing will happen and things will only get worse.” You said as you sobbed.

That’s the reality that you keep denying to yourself. No matter where and how you hide, he will manage to find you. You will only make a fool of yourself when you continue to hide because you will only trouble the people around you and nothing will happen. 

You pulled away and you looked at her. 

“You’ve done enough, Unnie. You, Seung-won oppa and your mom have done enough for me and I will forever be thankful.” You sob and she was about to speak but you hush her.

“I feel bad that I seek help from your family even though I don't know who you are yet, you still accept me and treat me as a family and I will be forever grateful because I don’t know what will be the worst thing that will happen to me if you didn’t let me in when I was in front of your house, begging for you to help me.”

A strong wind blows on your face, an indication that there’s a chance to rain. You look down on your feet and Ji-woo grabs both of your wrists.

“I understand that you feel bad but we’re open to always help you because we know the situation that you have and we won’t let bad things happen to you. We will help you to gain your memory until you are finally able to go back home. If you feel like you’re a burden, then I will tell you that you’re not. We’re glad that we had a chance to meet a wonderful woman like you.” She’s also crying already and she hugs you for a second time. 

“That’s not only my concern, unnie. Do you remember when I was having intense pain and I told you that I remembered a memory with him?” She nodded before you continued. “It was a memory of me having sex with him.” Her eyes widened and her  mouth agape when she heard what you’ve just said.

"I don't understand why out of all the memories I had, it's the memory that I remember. Everyday when I wake up, I'm praying that I will remember something in my past that can be linked to who I am, who my family is or even who's Jeon Jungkook in my life. But I remembered nothing." You sighed heavily letting your head drop before you wipe your eyes. 

"I can't help but make it my basis from my past because that's the only memory I have. What if I'm really in a relationship with him and he's only helping me to recover? That everything that he's been doing to me is for my own sake?" You covered your face as you let go of your heavy cries. 

You never expect that you will be able to tell her your thoughts about this. You’re just taking everything to yourself considering that you don’t know how to talk about your own feelings and thoughts because ever since you’re with him, you never used to talk about it and you would prefer to keep it to yourself.

You keep it to yourself until it overflows and now, you explode.

A loud thunder roared furiously in the sky. The surroundings are getting dark and it’s about to rain. Ji-woo hasn't said a word afraid that she’ll say something wrong.

“What if what I want to believe is actually wrong and I’m just making a fool out of myself.” You wipe your tears once again before you look at her. You’re already exhausted and you just want to end this.

“I can’t run anymore because I might be running on the wrong path.” You looked at the sky and it thundered once again before you heard a drop of rain from afar. 

“Do you want to think about it carefully or do you… want to go back?” Ji-woo asked after her long silence. You looked at her and you smiled painfully.

“I’ve already thought about it hundreds of times and it exhausted me enough. I’m going back.” A rain started to pour on your face and you closed your eyes as you cried along with the rain.

From that, both of you and Ji-woo are in silence embracing the coldness of the rain. As the rain is getting heavy and louder, you slowly try to calm yourself down and let go of the heavy feeling you have. It feels like a lump on yourself has been removed when you finally decided on what to do because you’ve been killing yourself by making yourself exhausted. 

“If that’s what you really want,” You glance at Ji-woo as she speaks. “Then I’m going to go with you.”

You’re walking along with her in silence to reach the nearest bus station while the rain is still pouring. It’s like you’ve reset that you cannot even process the things that happened but you felt better. Like it’s your first time to feel relief. 

You still can’t believe that you will go back after all the things that happened to you. You’ve done a lot yet you still choose to go back. It may be ridiculous but you’ve decided that it’s the best thing to do in the situation you have. 

The bus dropped you off in a place where it’s only 500 meters away from the rest house and as your distance is getting close, that’s the only time that you feel anxious but you slide it away because you’re already here and there’s no turning back.

“I guess, I’ll just stay here until you finally enter. But I’m still going to watch you.” Ji-woo smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes. Both of you said their final goodbyes before you continued to walk.

The rain continues to pour and you’re getting numbed at the coldness of it. 

It was raining when you did your escape and it’s still raining when you decided to go back. 

You looked at the sky before you finally showed yourself in front of the gate. It didn’t last long until the guards noticed you. They’re surprised as expected and they immediately open the gates for you. 

One of the guards pulled his walkie and he radioed someone. “Mr. Jeon! Y/N is in here!” 

After a few moments, the double doors were opened and from there, you saw him wearing his office attire and at his back is where his men were. 

His eyes shine from afar like he has seen a diamond in a treasure box. 

Despite the heavy rain, he’s running fast towards you. Like it was his only chance that he can see you even though you won’t be going anywhere. 

And with a blink of an eye, he’s all over you. You never realize that you’re getting cold until his embrace brings warmth in you. He hugs you so tight and even with the heavy rains, you can clearly hear his broken sobs from your neck.

“I thought I won’t be able to see you again! I thought you won’t be going back! I thought you’d be gone forever! I missed you and I almost died when you’re not here! Please don’t do that again, baby. I’m begging you. You can’t leave me alone!” He spoke so fast like it’s the only chance that he can say everything to you. His hugs are getting tighter and you can barely breathe.

You gently rub his back in an attempt to calm him down. You felt his hot breaths on your neck when rests his left cheek on your left shoulder as he still sobs. 

“We should head inside. The rain is pouring.” You spoke and he slowly pulled away to look at you.

You’ve known him for his serious and intimidating personality and right now, he’s the complete opposite. He looked like a kid who cried so much with his red and puffy eyes, red nose and red plumpy lips.

You didn’t realize what you made him turn into. 

“Why did you run away? Why did you leave me, baby?” He broke down once again and you have no choice but to caress his face and wipe his tears away in the hopes that he’ll calm down.

“We’ll talk later but now, we have to go inside.” You tried to talk to him in a softer  voice and he nodded before he wrapped his hands on your waist and walked inside the house. 

As you step inside, you look around and everything is still the same but there are only a few maids that’s going around and nurses aren’t visible. Once the maid saw you, they immediately assisted you by wrapping you with a towel and drying your hair. They assisted you on your way to your room and helped to get yourself cleaned and dry. 

It’s the only time you notice something after you’re finally alone in your room. The smell of the room isn’t what it used to be. It smells like a fresh lime with the soft, sweet scent of vanilla. It smells exactly like Jungkook. 

You’ve also noticed that the bedsheets were still the same before you left and you’ve seen some of your clothes on the top of the bed—below the pillow in specific. Before you even analyze everything, the door slowly opens and you see him standing in front before he decides to enter the room. He’s wearing his sleepwear. Oversized shirt and pajamas. You admitted that this is your favorite outfit of his as he looks adorable and less intimidating. 

He doesn't break his eye contact as he walks towards you and when he’s in front of you, he slowly raises his palms to stroke both of your cheeks before he gently pulls your nape and pressed his forehead on yours. 

“You left this house and you willingly returned. Why is that, baby?” He asked in his delicate voice. It took you a few moments before you answered. 

“Cause I missed you.” His hands traveled at your back before he snaked his arms on your waist.

“Do you have an idea on how I’ve been when you’re away?” He asked and he rested his right cheek on your right shoulder. 

“You’re finding me.”

“That’s given already, baby. But did you know what I've been through?” you didn’t know how and what to answer so you only stayed silent. He looks at you once again as he caresses your face. “I lost my mind because I don’t know what to do. In the first few days, I thought it’s already the worst but when you’re already gone for a week, I died. I may be breathing but I died inside, baby.” He slowly strokes his fingers on your hair. “You killed me when you chose to leave, Y/N.”

You’ve thought of his state where you could never imagine. A pang of guilt filled you as you can’t admit to yourself that you regret leaving him.

“I slept in your room hoping that I can still feel your presence when you’re away and it helps me to keep me sane. I lie on your bed and imagine that you’re lying beside me even though you’re not.”

You stay in your position with him for a few moments as you embrace the silence between the two of you. “How about you? How have you been?” He asks after a long silence and he gently tucked on your ear the remaining hair strands that’s covering your face. “I want to know everything, baby. From your reason why you left to the reason why you willingly returned.”

Now that you’re back in his arms, you’ve realized two things: you did really miss him and you regret leaving him. If the past you from months ago will see you right now, she won’t believe the choices you’ve made. 

You’ve done a lot to prove yourself that he’s the bad guy but now, you have returned in his embrace. 

You slowly accept the fact that the only memory you have from the past and even in the present is him and nothing else. 

End.

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Note: it finally ended, yay! Thank you for reading and supporting the seat of power series and I appreciate it so much! I do enjoy writing the series and I’m happy that I got to finish writing it because there are times that I lose my interest in continuing to write a series but this time, I really enjoyed it! Again, thank you for the support on this series! ♡

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The Good Die Young

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Warnings: mentions of graphic themes, war, injury, weapons, sexual images, language, 18+. Pairings: Jake Seresin × f!reader. Disclaimer: This is a series reflecting on the true events of the US Marines in WW2. All of the characters are fictional and not based off are original characters (except for Jake Seresin) and they are not representations of the real, brave men who fought in WW2. I have tried to make all the events in this series as accurate as possible but please bare in mind this is fanfiction and i have added/ changed certain things to fit with this.

December 1943

Dearest Jake,

I can’t believe it has been four months since you left us. It feels like only yesterday that you were here, safe in my arms. I can’t even begin to imagine what you are going through. I hear reports on the news and from the papers that things are bad but I believe no man can sum up what it is like if he had not been in the war himself. I have seen the brotherhood you have formed first-hand and the love that you share for each other. I only hope your love for each other is enough to get you through what is to come.

The papers bring the never-ending news of the war. I am kept busy with new articles. The latest being the death toll. With each name and age I write down my heart breaks a little more. I fear that most of them are no more than boys - just children really. Not even old enough to buy alcohol and yet they are old enough to fight for a war they do not understand. I fear that this war is far from over, I wish I could bring better news on that front.

We are both doing well here though. My tiny bump has started to show and Fern keeps making fun that soon my clothes will not fit me but I do not mind. This little one is a part of you that I carry with me always and will continue to do so until you return to me and we can be a family at last.

I hope you can celebrate Christmas wherever you are. I don’t have many plans for Christmas, it doesn’t seem right celebrating it when you are stuck in some foxhole or on a ship god knows where.

My heart aches for you, my love. I pray each night for your safe return.

Yours always

Y/n

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To my dearest Y/n,

You do not know how much relief I felt to receive your letter. Your words are my light in these dark times.

Christmas here on the ship is not the same as at home. We had a hearty Christmas dinner and sang some carols but I’d much rather have been with you than stuck here. As you can imagine, the company of George and Frank for Christmas Day doesn’t compare to you.

Edward drew me a picture of you for Christmas. The picture you sent me ended up getting coffee split on it by Frank one morning and was ruined. He’s drawn you almost from memory. I never realised how good of an artist he was but his talents are wasted here. Now I can cherish a drawing of you, close to my heart as always.

I hope you're safe this Christmas. I hope you can enjoy it with your friends and if I don’t get to write to you again, I hope you have a good new year.

I miss you Y/n. I miss you every day but just know that you are what gets me through each day, the thought of you and our child is all I need to help me through.

Yours always

Jake

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New Britain - December 1943

Jake flinched, smacking his neck as he killed another mosquito. “Fucking things!” He protested as George laughed at him, the cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth.

“What ‘ave you got to laugh about Lover Boy? Still writing letters to Florence?” Jake craned his neck to see the letter but George quickly stuffed it into his pocket, along with the drawing of Florence that Edward had done for Christmas. “None of your damn business, Cowboy.”

It turned out that Edwards' gift to everyone had been a drawing. Most of them were of the girls they loved but for Johnny, Edward had drawn his spaniel, Daphne. Johnny was over the moon and was no longer bothered by the others' teasing when it came to Daphne. ‘You’ll see what I mean when you meet her boys. She’s quite the catch.’

The pair laughed as George stood to help Jake tie the last rope for their canopy around the tree, it wasn’t much but at least it would keep the worst of the rain off them. The hope of keeping dry in the jungle was limited and once the rain began, the heavens opened and it poured for hours. Most nights Jake barely slept, too busy watching the rain fall and listening to the noise of the forest to sleep.

“What are you reprobates doing?” Frank boomed, jokingly stalking over to his fellow Marines. “You think it’s funny so you.” He wiggled his eyebrows at the pair, a new cigarette balanced behind his ear ‘For later’ he always said but it would often fall out and be lost somewhere along the way.

Jake only laughed, “Don’t worry Sarge, you're still number one.” Frank laughed, smacking Jake on the back heartily.

“Congratulations Cowboy, looks like the Marine Corps did make something out of you after all.”

Jake shook his head. He’d recently been promoted to Staff Sergeant and it had brought with it a never-ending string of teasing comments from his friends, all meant in the usual joking fashion.

“How’s that girl of yours doing?” Frank asked smugly. He’d been the first to find out Y/n was pregnant and after the initial congratulations he followed with a never ending line of ‘Bun in the Oven’ jokes.

“Should have put a ring on her first, Cowboy.” Really though Frank was happy for him, the thought of a baby filled the group with hope for the future.

“Well I’m sorry to break up the party fellas but just because you're on machine guns doesn’t mean you're missing out on the patrol. Mortar squads are going too so I want you two with Shorty and Mary.”

“You got it, Harvard,” Jake swung his Springfield over his shoulder, lending George a hand and pulling him to his feet. “Let’s go catch us some Japs.”

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The rain trickled down through the canopy, soaking the thin, mesh blanket that covered the lower half of Jake’s body. He groaned, rolling onto his side and watching as a single stream of water dripped into the large, muddy swell that surrounded the tent. The murky water reflected the moon, rippling it across the puddle with each gust of wind. Jake watched it sadly, wondering whether Y/n were looking at the same moon. He often wondered what she was doing, whether she would be eating breakfast or going to work or out with her friends. His life here felt so distant from the life he had with her.

“JAPS! THEIR COMING!” It always amazes Jake what came after those three words. Men dashed to their posts half awake, half-dressed and unable to form a coherent sentence but could fire off a round of mortars like it was nothing. Jake grabbed the barrel of the Browning Machine Gun whilst George posited the baseplate along the tree line. Neither of them cared how wet they were getting now, their helmets creating a shield against the worst of the rain but still allowed it to run over the rim and straight down their backs, soaking down into their trousers.

“MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!” Jake and George sat in complete silence, their eyes scanning the tree line at the edge of the clearing. Jake could hear his heart beating loudly in his ear, the rhythmic thudding keeping in time with his breathing.

“THEIR HERE!” And with that, the bullets start flying. Jake let out a cry as he squeezed the trigger, allowing the short burst of ammunition to fly into the darkness, an orange glow lighting the treeline as the bullets were fed through the gun. Between the shouts of other Marines, mortar pounding the earth and the gunfire Jake could hear his heartbeat increasing in time with the Browning's fire.

The fight was almost over before it began. “CEASE FIRE!” Jake’s ears were ringing, he rested his head against George’s shoulder who hugged him back. He never realised the bond he’d have between him and his fellow machine gunner but he could imagine being here without him. He pulled out his padded glove, lifting the now burning hot barrel of the machine gun from the plate. Jake wouldn’t be surprised if they’d need a replacement barrel for it soon, the number of rounds it had fired for them over time was impressive if not hellish at the same time.

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Dear Y/n,

I am afraid to say we lost Johnny last week. There was an attack in the middle of the night. I don’t know how it happened but I found him the next morning when we were clearing the bodies. I’ve never lost one of my friends before but to see him so lifeless, so deathly pale. Y/n I don’t know how any of us are going to make it out alive.

The group hasn’t been the same since. Frank is in a foul mood, he blames himself I think but he doesn’t want to admit that. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. The damn Japs will have hell to pay the next time How Company gets near them.

He had the picture of Daphne clasped in his fingers. I’ve kept it. I wasn’t able to throw it away so I sent it with this letter. I hope you will keep it safe for me.

We’ve left New Britain now. I don’t know where we are going but our group is stretched thin. We look worse each day and I don’t know how much more of this we can stand to take.

George is doing alright. He and I keep to ourselves mostly. He writes to Florence often and she writes back. He’s officially invited us to his wedding back in the States when the war is over. I don’t know where you want to live after the war but maybe we could visit my hometown while we are there. I know my Ma would love to meet you, she’s heard all about you (only good things I promise)

I miss you Y/n. I’ll miss you until you're in my arms again.

Yours always

Jake

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[beauty-and-passion]

FSS3 Episode 11: Broken

In order to understand, sometimes you have to let Anger do his job.

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What is FFS3 - Introduction - Season 2 finale - previous episode - next episode

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DISCLAIMER: As said in the introductory post, Fanders Sides Season 3 (season 2 finale included) could have triggering themes/scenes. Please keep that in mind before reading.

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PREMISE: if I were Mr. Sanders and had to play this episode, I would never use my family - also because I believe the Sanders family is made of wonderfully supporting people.

But since this is fiction and we need drama, I would instead use some actors and open the episode by clarifying that this is a work of fiction and it has nothing to do with Thomas Sanders’ real family. I know people already learned the difference between Mr. Sanders and Character!Thomas, but better safe than sorry.

I would also change all names, just to be sure. And for the sake of simplicity, I also gave Character!Thomas two brothers and not three, just for the sake of avoiding too many characters.

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The door opens and Thomas is welcomed by his brothers.

We get to know them a little more, while they exchange pleasantries: the older brother is a doctor, while the second brother is the head of administration in a company. They are both married, but have no kids. (From now on, I will refer to them by using their jobs.)

Thomas tells them about Nico: his job, his ambitions, his skills, his beautiful lyrics. He shows them a few of their videos together and they’re both happy to see Thomas found a boyfriend. But why didn’t Thomas bring Nico with him today? They would’ve loved to know him in person!

Thomas gives them a look: maybe they would’ve been happy to meet Nico and maybe mom and dad would be happy too. But grandpa and grandma…

The doctor rolls his eyes: grandma already asked them why they still don’t have any kids and grandpa lectured them for 20 minutes about the importance of having kids before they get too old.

The three brothers share a knowing look. Same as always, Thomas comments.

While they’re talking, Thomas’ parents appear. They're both retired, but keep pursuing hobbies and doing small works, so they look very lively.

They immediately ask Thomas about his job and he tells them about his recent auditions. He still got no reply, but maybe he will in a few days. Both his parents are very supportive and glad to see him.

And then, Thomas finally meets his grandparents. His grandma is a nice old lady and she looks extremely happy to see him. She tells him how big he is, what a beautiful man, how are you my boy and so on. They talk about their health too: Thomas tells them about the first random pains, and they tell him about their chronic ones. Despite them, his grandpa is still quite active and his grandma undergoes regular medical check-ups.

His grandma reassures him that aside from all of that jazz, they both rely on God’s will. They pray every day, for the entire family. And especially for their precious little Thomas, who is still so alone, poor boy.

Thomas sighs: he knows how this story goes. Still, he reassures them that everything’s okay, he’s fine, he can cook (read: he can order delivery), he can clean his house (even if he doesn’t do it regularly) and he’s self-sufficient.

Still, his grandparents act as if he said nothing: Thomas is a man, he should find a good wife, who takes care of him and the house! He needs a good woman who will cook him a meal! And they should have children as soon as possible, otherwise Thomas will get too old to properly grow them.

Thomas’ expression morphs from exasperated to pissed: he says they already talked about that. Every. Single. Time. And no, he still doesn’t want a wife. He doesn’t want a woman - any woman! He likes men.

His grandma shakes her head. Thomas talks like that, because he never found the right one. Once he will find the right woman, he will understand.

Should they help him find one?, his grandpa suggests. There’s the daughter of that friend, who is single too and she’s a beauty and she’s a bit younger than Thomas, but even better, so she can have more children…

Look at your brothers, his grandma adds, holding his hand. They’re both married and happy, because they found the right woman. You can be like them.

Thomas takes a step back, escaping from his grandma’s touch. He said it 200 times: no woman can change what he feels, because there’s no “right woman” to find. He doesn’t want a woman.

You talk like that, but God will bring you the perfect wife… his grandma adds, but this time it’s Thomas’ father who tries to change the topic. They already had this conversation over and over again, it’s useless. This isn’t a phase, Thomas likes men and that’s all.

It’s because you spoiled your kid, the grandpa says. You always let him win and now, look at him: he lives all alone in a house, doing an unstable job. Back in his days, kids were disciplined from an early age, so they didn’t get any weird ideas about “liking men”. Maybe he should take care of Thomas’ discipline and call that daughter of their friend…

Thomas can’t take it anymore: he gets up and slaps the phone from his grandfather’s hand.

The phone hits the ground, everyone looks at him in shock. But Thomas has had enough: he repeated himself so many times, he lost the fucking count! He doesn’t want a woman. Any woman! It doesn’t matter if she’s the daughter of a friend, if she’s beautiful or if she’s a good cook or not. He. Doesn’t. Want. A. Woman. Period. He is gay, he likes men, MEN! And no, it’s not an illness and it’s not a whim nor a phase nor the lack of discipline. He likes men, he just likes men! What’s so fucking difficult to understand?! And before they bring up the “back in my days”: back in your days, children died of flu and there was a world war going on. Now it’s over, it’s the future! Things change, everything changes, why can’t they understand that things are DIFFERENT now?! It’s not so difficult, goddammit!

Thomas comes to his senses and realizes what he just did and said. His grandpa’s phone is still on the ground, his entire family still looks at him with shocked faces.

Thomas turns around and runs away. Once he exits the door, one of his brothers finally catches up with him: why is he running away, he should come back in and…

But Thomas stops him. He can’t go back. He knows his grandparents are old and everything, but he just can’t keep repeating the same thing over and over. He wants to be accepted for who he is. And he really should go now, because he’s still livid with rage. And if he stays, he will end up punching someone. So, it’s better if his brother leaves him too.

His brother’s grip loosens, Thomas jumps in his car and drives away.

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Thomas is back home: he opens the door, slams it behind him and once he raises his head, the first person he sees is Anger, his back against the couch, his ankles crossed. On his face, the same sardonic smile he showed Thomas when he was driving towards his parent’s house.

Thomas suddenly remembers his words: “You will understand by yourself” and pure rage blinds him.

He verbally attacks Anger: everything was his fault! It’s because of him, he got so angry! It’s because of him, that he said all those things! It has always been because of him! Even when he was in middle school and got angry at his friend for doing a better job than him! Even when his ex-boyfriend didn’t like his hobbies! Every time, Anger was ruining his life from the shadows!

Anger reacts with a smile. Oh, please, everything he does is something Thomas wants. He is the one who wants to react to all the assholes that ruin his life. Anger is just the means to do that.

Virgil was right about you!, Thomas screams. You are impulsive and dangerous! I cannot talk like that to my family!

Oh, but it’s exactly because you never talked like that to your family, that you reached that point!, Anger replies. Thomas never stood up for himself, never defended his ideas. He grew up like a wimp, too scared to talk back to a couple of decrepit old folks with stale ideas.

And once he finally does it, he whines because oh no, maybe he offended these old hags!

Thomas gets so angry, that he grabs the first thing he finds (a TV remote) and throws it at Anger, who dodges it. He mocks Thomas: he even sucks at being angry.

Thomas replies that he’s not the one who sucks, it’s Anger who is an asshole.

Anger laughs: well, better being an asshole, than a weak! All Thomas does is undergo everything. He undergoes his job, Nico, his family, even religion. He’s weak, he’s pathetic, he clings to everyone in his life because he’s unable to do anything by himself.

I build my life and my work by myself!, Thomas replies. I chose my job, my home, my boyfriends and everything else, all by myself!

You chose to ruin yourself with your own hands, Anger says and his tone is cold rage. You locked away the Sides who could’ve helped you grow a spine and chose to keep around just the ones who agreed with everything you did. And you did that, because you are afraid of everything, especially of confrontation.

That’s not true at all!, Thomas replies, offended. He always takes a stand and tries his best to follow it!

Anger replies with a bitter, shrieking laugh. Does he? How? His beloved Core Sides aren’t even able to talk to each other! And every time there’s a moment of confrontation, Thomas prefers to run away from it, instead of facing it! He makes promises he doesn’t fulfill, he wants to improve himself and doesn’t change anything, he wants to give his Sides a better life and does nothing for them, he wants to confront his family and runs away.

Thomas’ voice grows frustrated: he’s trying! He’s really trying to become a better person! But he doesn’t always succeed! He still tries and insists, but it’s difficult! So difficult! He has to take a break and clear his mind and he hates it, he doesn’t want to be this weak, but he doesn’t know how to do better! He doesn’t know what to do!

Anger looks at him with a pitiful expression: see? You’re giving up even before trying. That’s what is wrong with you.

Thomas screams and, in a fit of rage, throws everything around: the stuff on his table, a cup against the wall, books, toys. Everything he finds, he just throws it.

What should I do?, he screams, but he’s not listening for a real answer: he’s just too blinded by rage.

And after he throws everything, after there’s nothing else he can destroy, after his voice gets sore for screaming this much, he falls on his knees and his rage melts into a long, liberating cry. Thomas cries, hitting the ground with his fists for a very long time, until exhaustion takes over and he ends up curled on himself, hiding his face between his hands.

He cries for a very long time and, during the entire time, Anger waits. He stands in front of Thomas, patiently waiting. He looks at how Thomas’ breath slowly calms down, how the sobs, slowly, come to an end.

After a long time, Thomas finally looks up at him.

And now, Anger asks and his tone is calm, what do you want to do?

Thomas sits on the floor. His face is still wet with tears, but his eyes are brighter, more focused, clearer. He has a lot of problems to solve, he says.

Start from the oldest, Anger suggests, with a simple shrug.

Thomas looks at him, then lowers his head. He gets up and sits on the couch. He gets as straight as possible and takes a deep, long breath.

Okay, Thomas says and his tone is firm, as well as the expression on his face. Time to give Logan the confrontation he has been waiting for all of his life.

Thomas closes his eyes.

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END CARD

The camera pans to show us a location: a beach, the sea, the sun on the waves, a lighthouse. In front of it, there is a small line of rocks extending into the sea.

The camera shows us someone walking along these rocks. We don’t see the face, just its back: it’s a figure dressed in black.

The figure walks on the rocks and reaches the lighthouse. We see a hand opening the black door. With a flick of a blue tie, the figure enters the lighthouse and closes the door behind him.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE

If you’re queer, you probably met people who told you stuff like this. People who don’t reject you entirely, who care about you. But are not able to accept that part of you.

I chose this and not the typical “I hate you because you’re gay, now get out of my house”, because there are already a lot of examples of that. I wanted to focus on something a little grayer, because I believe this is a lot more painful - especially for the queer person.

If a member of your family straight-up hates you, it’s “easier” to hate them in full. But if a family member still loves and cares about you and tells you all the time, while also telling all the wrong things - and not because they want to hurt you, but because they want to help you… that’s hard to bear. You have to balance the affection you feel for them, with their inability to handle that specific topic.

You might be able to do it. But you might snap too and end up saying everything you kept inside to not hurt them.

I chose that solution, as a perfect example of all of Character!Thomas’ life: he always avoided confrontation, until confrontation hit him in the face. And Anger, by being the embodiment of all the jealousy, disgust and fury Thomas always felt, knows all of this even too well. All he needed was a moment to throw everything out. To show Thomas the truth. And, consequently, to break him down completely.

But why? Because Thomas needed to break down. He cannot just feel bad for a while, then forget everything and keep going without actually solving any problem. Only after fully breaking down, he can get up and start getting things done. And now, thanks to Anger’s suggestion, he decided to start from the oldest problem.

Speaking of the endcard: why a lighthouse? Because I’m weak about my headcanon and because lighthouses are cool. But they work too, you’ll see ;)

The lighthouse I chose as a reference is this one (link 1 + link 2): the Cape Florida Lighthouse. That’s in Mr. Sanders’ state, so it shouldn’t be too difficult to reach it. Also, it’s very similar to the one I imagined.

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[morgensternauroras]

Lyrical analysis of Taylor Swift's Exile

[Disclaimer: These are my interpretations, they may not be facts. I am human, I can be wrong.

If I say something factually incorrect, feel free to correct me. Add stuff in the replies if you see smth I may have missed. Also, because this is a duet, I will be using Taylor & Justin's names for their respective POVs. However, Taylor stated these songs on Folklore, while they are rooted in real emotion, are about fictional situations. So take that into account.]

Let's start by defining Exile

Exile (noun) - the state of being barred from one's native country, typically for political or punitive reasons.

Exile is a song following 2 exs after their breakup, reflecting on it and telling their respective perspectives on the end of their relationship. The song's theme is rooted in miscommunication and lack of understanding.

So we are introduced to Justin's point of view first

I can see you standing, honey

With his arms around your body

Laughin’, but the joke’s not funny at all

He is describing seeing Taylor with different, new person. The 2nd lyric would imply they are not on perhaps a first date considering there is a physical intimacy there that seems natural, but the 3rd lyric describes the action we often attribute to newer relationships where we often up our reactions or fake them to make sure the other person is comfortable. I believe it is worth noting that this is Justin's pov. therefore, the joke may not be unfunny. It could be the jealousy talking, but if the joke actually is unfunny, the fact that he knows when her laughs are fake displays a level of closeness they used to share that would allow them him to distinguish fake and real laughs.

We could also say that perhaps he is not seeing her out and about literally, but rather simply thinking of a hypothetical scenario. The level of realness of the situation he (and later Taylor) is describing doesn't really play a part in the narrative. He doesn't need to see them on a date to percieve her quickly moving on with someone new.

And it took you five whole minutes

To pack us up and leave me with it

Justin brings an interesting point up here. He is telling us it took his partner 5 minutes, a significantly short amount of time, to leave the relationship. She essentially just packed it up and left. There is a common pattern of men saying their girlfriends just left one day, that the breakup was sudden, but those same girlfriends say they mentally broke up with their ex 3 months ago. They got so tired and so disappointed that they emotionally detached and waited to get over a relationship mentally so they could leave in peace. There is a common perspective saying that men break up with a big argument and women just mentally detach slowly and leave. Of course, this isn't a rule, but I have certainly experienced it as a woman and I have seen my friends go through it. I like seeing it addressed in a song. We will return to this in Taylor’s verse :).

Holdin’ all this love out here in the hall

Taylor uses hallways in her music in the context of the transitional period prior to a relationship ending. Often referring to holding onto something that was relevant to the relationship. Justin's pov states that he loved her, so he is left in the hall holding onto that love because in his mind, the relationship ended suddenly.

While this song is co-written, I would like to bring attention to some other contexts in which she uses halls and hallways.

In Coney Island she is asked if she is standing in the hallway with a big cake, happy birthday. This lyric is often interpreted as a callback to The Moment I Knew, in which we find out the last straw was her then boyfriend missing her birthday after promising he'd be there.

In Maroon, she says her ex lover was standing hallow eyes in a hallway and mentions how he mistook carnations as roses. Roses in general are considered romantic flowers, often attiributed to longer lasting relationships, they also are easy to preserve and often keep their shape for a long time; while carnations are often attributed to prom flowers, young love that won't last. In essence, the breaking point is miscommunication and realizing that the relationship simply won't last, it's not mature enough to last.

In You're Losing Me her ex is running down the hallway, and she mentions how "you know what they all say" how he won't know what he has until it's gone. As in he is rushing towards that pre-breakup moment, that breaking point.

I think I’ve seen this film before

And I didn’t like the ending

Films in Taylor's discography are also not a new thing. In The 1 she says the greatest films of all time were never made while referring to a past relationship she views as sweet and fun, a relationship that was really something.

In This Is Me Trying she refers to a flashback (so we can assume a part relationship, romantic of not) on a film reel that played on the onlt screen in her town. So this relationship was significant to her and she looks back on it. It is at some point the central point of her life.

There is an entire song called If This Was a Movie where she is asking an ex to come back to her.

So movies and films are often a retrospective, potentially romanticized look at a relationship that was mostly good.

The one time she breaks this pattern is Hoax, where she refers to herself a hero who dies and asks what the point of the movie is for. The song is seemingly about a toxic relationship.

Justin is essentially saying he is noticing a pattern (of relationships ending) and he doesn't like where this is going.

You’re not my homeland anymore

So what am I defending now?

Taylor’s songs often refer to a lover as a place, I mean she will eventually end up writing a song where she refers to an ex as 'London.' But the concept of a home town being a metaphor for a lover is far from new.

In Long Story Short she says her lover feels like home, in Down Bad her same old town feels so hollow after a breakup, in False God she says her lover is looking at her like she is not his favorite town after what seems like an argument, etc.

Defending her "home town" or the person who feels like home. Is also something Taylor has referenced before. For example, in Peace she says she'd sit in the trenches with her lover.

In this case, Justin is saying that since his ex is no longer his homeland, there is no point in defending her anymore. Defending an ex one still has feelings for is not unheard of. We can still feel a sort of attachment to that person, even if what we had is now over. So this is Justin essentially referring to this feeling of duty, fighting this need, this habit of defending an ex.

You were my town, now I’m in exile, seein’ you out

This line basically confirms my previous points, but it also points to a feeling of displacement, loss of balance even. They are using towns and exile as a metaphor because they are equading their relationship to a town, but the feeling of exile after a relationship can refer to loss of other people, such as mutual friends, after the relationship ends.

Now Taylor’s part begins

I can see you starin', honey

Like he's just your understudy

Some of the lyrics in her perspective change, of course. She says her ex is seeing her with her new lover and that he is staring at them, as if the new lover is an understudy, a replacement, someone who learned to play a part belonging to somebody else if the need arises for a replacement. Those replacements are often temporary and done by people less qualified than the original. This furthers the idea of film as a theme, although understudys are more often used as a reference to plays and theater.

Again, this situation she is describing may not be a real scenario, it could just be her thinking about what he would do in a made-up scenario.

Like you’d get your knuckles bloody for me

This contrasts Justin's previous line about defense. Taylor is saying that he looked ready to fight this understudy for her, try and win her back somehow. Justin looks jealous, like he wants to be with her again. This also won't remain the only time Taylor's songs use knuckles in lines about holding onto a relationship. We see it again in The Great War and So Long London which are both about relationships going through hardships.

Second, third, and hundredth chances

Taylor essentially goes back to my earlier point, while her lover views the relationship's ending as something sudden, Taylor is saying that she gave him hundreds of chances. This also seems like a pattern in Taylor's music which was explored in songs like You're Not Sorry and The Last Time. Taylor describes not a sudden end, but a slow painful falling apart of a relationship. Sometimes it is not one single big thing that breaks us, it's a million little things that add up.

Balancin’ on breaking branches

Again, Taylor confirms their relationship was fragile even before, she had to balance multiple issues within their relationship, but every time she'd give a chance, the branch she was balancing on would proceed to break underneath her. It's a similar sentiment to what she says in Haunted.

Those eyes add insult to injury

She is referring to the jealous, fight-ready look her ex lover has, causing her even more pain. The reason for their breakup was miscommunication and lack of mutual understanding and the look he is giving her new partner further confirms that lack of understanding.

I'm not your problem anymore

So who am I offending now?

While Justin 's verse referred to his ex as his town, Taylor's refers to herself as his problem. We can interpret this in 2 ways.

1) Taylor isn't aware that her ex still has feelings for her, therefore she sees herself as something he dealt with that is now no longer an issue.

2) (and in my opinion the more likely interpretation based on the context) Taylor is being spiteful, the use of 'problem' is sarcastic as she previously states she gave him a hundred chances. For me this is further solidified in the line that follows.

She clearly knows she is seen as the offending party in the relationship, as the percieved reason the relationship ended. She left (in his opinion suddenly) therefore the problem was her. She moved on first, she detached first, therefore she is the offending party.

The word offending is also a clever way to contrast the 2 completely different perspectives. As it is a complete opposite of 'defending.' So that's a clever writing trick used in the writing of the song to further exaggerate the differences in their views.

You were my crown, now I’m in exile, seein’ you out

In this lyric, Taylor puts her ex, in a way, above her by using the word crown. While I have seen a few people interpret this as a patriarchal power dynamic thing, I don't agree with that interpretation. Yes, the town is ruled by a crown, but in this case, I think the more obvious answer is easily found. In a monarchy, the crown is the one who exiles individuals. Therefore, this is a subtle way Taylor points out that she didn't just 'pack it up and leave him,' she was forced to make that choice because of his actions, lack of understanding, and lack of change.

In a way, she is blaming him for the breakup, the same way he blames her.

I think I've seen this film before

So I'm leaving out the side door

Now for my favorite lyric change in the song! While both of them mention recognizing the pattern and not liking where this is going, this is Taylor saying she is refusing to watch the hypothetical ending of the film. Instead, she is taking initiative, taking the narrative into her own hands, finding an alternative way out.

The bridge is where the song transitions from showing us their perspectives into more of a conversation between the 2.

So step right out, there is no amount

Of crying I can do for you

Justin seemingly acknowledges and responds to Taylor’s previous statement, telling her to go ahead because there is no amount of crying he can do for her, meaning he believes there is nothing he can do to make her change her mind, nothing to fix their relationship (presumably because he didn't see the signs and didn't believe there was anything that would need fixing, at least not by him specifically) .

All this time

We always walked a very thin line

This is also where Justin's perspective acknowledges that they did actually walk a thin line, that there were problems, the relationship was fragile. The line feels very reminiscent of Haunted, and Taylor saying in that song how her and this person walked a fragile line and she had actually known it all this time, but she never thought she'd see it break. [For the record, no, I don't believe Exile is about John, I just felt the need to point out the parallel].

You didn't even hear me out (You didn't even hear me out)

Both of them then proceed to claim the other didn't hear them out, and this can, of course, be true for a whole list of reasons. Not every case of someone not being heard out is intentional. It could be because they were putting their own problems first, because their communication was bad in general, because they didn't want to directly point out problems, etc. It's more about the feeling of being unheard which can lead people to feel less valued, or even less loved.

You never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)

And again, while Justin's pov says he was given no warning, no reason to believe they had come to their breaking point, Taylor’s pov reiterates that she did give signs, she gave many and he never noticed them.

All this time

I never learned to read your mind (Never learned to read my mind)

I couldn’t turn things around (You never turned things around)

Their back and forward continues, he admits that he never learned to read her mind, that he couldn't pick up on those subtle signs.

While he is saying that because of that he couldn't turn things around, her pov uses a different work, she says it's not that he couldn't, he didn't turn things around. Because ok, fine, he can't read her mind, but she mentions again that she gave so many signs so surely one registered and if so, then not turning things around seems like a deliberate choice or at least an act of surrender.

The song ends on a similar note, with Justin once again saying she gave no signs. They never reach an agreement on whay happened because that very rarely happens, but also, the point where they can reach an agreement of their relationship ending was never the intended theme of the song.

Relationships end, both parties do not have the same story about how it ended because they experienced it differently. That's life, not much we can do about it, maybe someday the 2 could reach an agreement if they had a conversation about it, but not at this point when emotions are high.

[folkloreguk]

💌🧸 Brother's Best Friend

A/N: Got this request a while ago and now I'm wondering why I've never written this trope before bc this was so fun??? Lmk how you liked it! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, size/strength kink??, choking, dom!bias (it’s kinda playful tho), brother's best friend!au, sneaking around, play fighting, lowkey getting caught but not directly?

words: ~ 4.1 k

disclaimer: I don’t mean for the age gap to be gigantic…I’m talking about anything from 1-2 years maximum tbh!!! Anything else would be weird and I’m not about that! They’re also both obviously consenting adults!

[H/N means 'his (bias) name']

In youreyes, your first meeting had been a disaster. The new spider man movie had been released only days ago, and you were adamant on seeing it. And to your luck, your older brother and his best friend had already made plans to watch it together. As a little sister, you were treated like the baby of the family, and it didn’t matter that you were far from being an infant anymore. So naturally, your brother had been condemned by your parents to bring you along. He declared his distaste in your presence by attempting to ignore you, but you were used to that. Just like you were aware of his bad moods, you knew he could change within minutes and magically turn into the sweetest, most caring big brother you could wish for.

Whatever. You didn’t need his approval to enjoy the trip to the movie theater, you told yourself. Had it not been for his best friend, who you hadn’t seen in ages. H/N and you had never properly spoken before, and the last time you saw him he had been an awkward, prepubescent boy who had appeared at your door to pick up your brother for a playdate. There was no trace of immaturity now. Instead, it was you who had morphed into an awkward, shy mess at the sight of him.

His ‘hello’ had a warm and deep melody to it which swooped you up in his aura so suddenly, you had no time to prepare. Had his smile always been this stupidly charming? Hell, it was so bright, you had to meticulously inspect the ground every time he sent a grin your way. When before you hadn’t felt guilty for being a bother, you now sure did. What impression would you leave, trailing behind the older boys like a lost puppy? What would he take you for? The annoying little sister who didn’t have friends of her own? The mood-killer, who wouldn’t understand any of the boys’ inside jokes? The anti-social, weird girl who was obsessed with fictional men, like people loved to belittle teenage girls with normal interests?

As things turned out, his initial opinion of you was quite the opposite. If only you could have spied into his brain, it would have saved you a landslide of worry. Although your brother took up all of H/N’s attention before the movie started, he noticed you a good amount. To be precise, you blew him away at first sight. Your cute laugh won him over in a matter of seconds and he liked that your merch sweater could have been stolen straight out of his own closet. He didn’t want to feel too smug, but the way you diverted your eyes away from him whenever he looked in your direction only boosted his confidence further.

Your brother might have warned him. Stay away from her. She’s off limits for you. But not a thousand vicious, older brothers could have kept him from trying to get to you. It was up to you, after all, whether you wanted him around or not, and not to your brother. From that day on, H/N didn’t skip out on a chance to see you, even if it meant merely an exchange of a few words, or a simple greeting. And to his luck, you turned out to be equally as enraptured by him.

There was something about the untouchable, the forbidden, that attracted him to you even more. Plus, you were simply too precious to forget about. One morning, you dropped off a beanie at his place, which he had left at your house after meeting with your big brother the previous day. When he had asked if he could drive you to school as a thank you, you happily accepted. You had marked that day as the first day of your new life. First, it was harmless flirting. To be honest, you were under the impression he was merely messing with you. Because you were the cute little sister of his best friend. Because you would turn into an awkward shell of a person who had lost all ability to articulate, and your cheeks would burn as if they were on fire, whenever he charmed you.

But the flirting slowly reached newer levels, and before you knew it you were discussing your sexual fantasies over text messages and giving him bedroom eyes as you opened the front door for him. “H/N’s here!” you would then shout to your big brother. Then you would watch the two boys walk off to your brother’s room, pondering why life had to be this way for you. It wasn’t fair. Siblings were supposed to share, right? Why did you have to wait your turn until after midnight, when no one would notice, to spend time with H/N?

But to H/N, the sneaking around in the middle of the night and the secret messages you sent to each other, it all added to the excitement. Surely, there were days on which he wished he could just break the truth to your brother. The impact it could have on their friendship was enough intimidation for him to refrain, though. Things were better off this way, for now.

Today was no exception to your usual lies. When your brother asked if you would go out with him to do some shopping, you had played the victim and feigned a stomachache. Your parents wouldn’t be home all weekend. You’d have been stupid to waste a perfect opportunity like that. Who knew when you could have H/N in your bed the next time? Normally, you were restricted to his car, or to his bed in the dark of night. Yes, those places had something enticing at first glance. But the backseat of a car was only enjoyable for so many clandestine meetings. So today you notified him of your golden opportunity before your brother had even walked out the door.

The moment H/N texted you that he was outside your home, you opened the front door and dragged him to your room.

“Are you in control today, little one?” he asked, closing the bedroom door after you.

“Why are you asking that?” you replied, not wanting to talk at all but rather do so much more productive things.

“I don’t know…perhaps because you haven’t let me say a word since I came through the door,” he said.

“Right. Maybe I’m planning on tying you up, blindfolding you, and torturing you with ice and wax,” you joked in a casual tone, despite not usually requesting such graphic ideas.

“I don’t know if I’d let you do that,” he grinned with raised eyebrows. “Besides, I know you’d rather be at the receiving end of that. It’s a sweet idea, though. If we had some more time…”

“Think you could get away from me if I tied you up?” you said, but he was towering over you with the calmness of a king who knew he reigned over the situation.

“We both know I’m stronger than you, doll,” he said. You didn’t like it when boys called you weak. But you’d let it slide, knowing he was only joking and would never underestimate you outside of the bedroom. He put his lips right up to yours, so you felt his breath on them. His fingers came up to cup your face, but then slowly inched to your neck. When they closed around your neck, putting the slightest amount of pressure on your skin, you whimpered quietly.

“Need reminding?” he asked. As much pent-up frustration you had, and as much as your stomach was flipping upside down from how badly you needed him, you just had to play with him. You knew it would make for more fun.

“I think- “ you started, with a grin. Then you grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pushed him backwards, until he was stumbling. Although caught off guard, he was quick to pull you along with him as he fell onto your bed. You landed on top of him with a small squeal.

“Go on, let’s see who can throw the other off the bed first,” he teased with a superiority that only spurred you on. Then again, you would always be in the mood for the oldest childhood game you had ever known. Only now it wasn’t your brother, but his best friend you were playing against. It added a layer of excitement, and after only seconds, giggles had overtaken you as you struggled in his grip.

“No tickling is allowed,” you said. He nodded obediently with a smirk that told you he might not abide by your rules.

At first, you had attempted to hold him down by his arms. But your legs tangled, and he pushed his chest up against yours, like he was about to flip you over. Your plan seemed to be working only momentarily. You groaned a little as he grabbed your wrists swiftly and held his stance against your attempt to pull his upper body to the side.

“Cute,” he said. That’s when you realized, he was barely struggling, barely trying, even. While you were giving your most, he smirked like he was watching a kitten trying to fight a lion. It was child’s play to him, keeping you in check. Literally. With an annoying expression of amusement on his face, he let you have the upper hand for a while. Then, as if you had never had an ounce of advantage, he turned it around and pulled you into him. His eyes suggested he might just send you tumbling down onto the floor any moment now. Nonetheless, you weren’t going to give up so easily. Taking your chances, you let go of his arms and moved sideways, so you could have your go at pushing him towards the edge of the mattress.

“I don’t think so,” he said. Suddenly, he bear-hugged your body and rolled you both over. Before you could protest or defend yourself, your arm was dangling off the side of your bed and if you had moved a tiny bit further, you would have slid off the bedsheets and right onto your carpet. It was his turn to straddle you now. As if his actions hadn’t been enough declarations of his strength, he pinned your wrists to the bed above your head and gave you a challenging smirk.

“I was going to let you win, doll. But you weren’t trying hard enough,” he said. “What are you going to do about it?”

What were you going to do? He had you completely immobilized. “Just let it go, then. We get it, you’re super strong and super big and the coolest,” you said.

He seemed to take an instant liking to your declaration. “Say it again. This time minus the eye-rolling, sugar.”

“You’re stronger than me,” you said, trying to avoid the laughter that was threatening to come out. Could he read in your gaze how badly you wanted him to kiss you already? If he could, he wasn’t acting on it. Instead, he bent to the crook of your neck and spoke.

“Does it turn you on that I can overpower you?” his breath fanned your ear and you had to close your eyes to control yourself.

“Yes. Because I trust you,” you answered truthfully. The corner of his lips curled into a cocky grin.

“You know what? I think I’d rather you stay in bed with me instead of throwing you on the floor. There’s so many things we can do up here, isn’t that right, little one?” His lips brushed over your cheek and then over your lips as he spoke. The nickname had always made you weak in the knees and he knew it. When he finally enveloped your lips in a kiss, you swore you could feel an electric spark jump between the two of you. The mellowness of it turned into hunger rapidly, and as soon as his tongue flicked over your bottom lip, you whimpered like you hadn’t seen him in a year.

“Needy, are we?” he asked, running his hand up your sides and underneath your shirt. He could say that again. “Let’s get these off, then.”

The seconds in which you pulled off your clothes and couldn’t hang on his lips and feel his skin on your body should have been considered a form of torture in itself. Then, time always went by so much slower than usually.

When you had both shed off your clothes, he climbed back on top of you. Instead of straddling your hips he was now resting between your legs. There was nothing separating you from him, and it was apparent not only through the body heat that radiated off him. He reached down and whilst peppering kisses on your chest, slid his fingers through your slick arousal that was pooling in your core.

“You’re so wet,” he said in surprise, but couldn’t hide his approval and self-confidence in his voice.

“I know,” you said, rolling your eyes but simultaneously fighting the urge to moan at the smallest of touches he was teasing your with. “I’m so horny. Can’t we skip foreplay?”

“Poor doll,” he said. “I should’ve come over earlier, huh?”

“You know that wasn’t possible,” you said. With a desperate look, you pleaded him silently.

“I wanna taste you,” he said, but your put your hand on his cheek softly.

“Maybe later?” you said. “Please, I need to have you inside of me. Now.”

“You’re extra cute when you’re this needy,” he smiled. “Are there still condoms in your nightstand?”

You nodded and had never moved so fast to open a drawer in your life. Pretending to have any patience left, you waited for him to roll on the rubber.

“I love the way you look at me,” he said. “When you’re waiting for me. Could watch you for hours.”

“God, I hope you won’t. Come here, please?” you replied, making him chuckle. He lined himself up with your core, but then made no inclination to move ahead. His dark eyes and little head tilt told you everything.

“Don’t mess with me anymore,” you whined, reaching for the back of his neck to pull him closer. “Do it. H/N.”

“Beg for it.” His words twisted something in the pit of your stomach. Although you were burning with hunger, you could never say no to him. Then again, you were curious to see what would happen if you did.

“What if I don’t? Don’t you want to fuck me as much as I want it?” you challenged him. Something glinted in his eyes, and you knew you shouldn’t have even brought it up.

“I can always do this,” he said, and you followed his eyes down his body and to where he had wrapped his hand around his cock. Slowly, he jerked himself off, and you weren’t sure he was biting his lip because of the feeling or to discompose you. His small sigh should’ve been caused by you. This wasn’t what you had wanted. His tip was right by your slit. He could’ve pushed his length in so easily, and yet he wasn’t. Debating what to say, you kept your eyes trained on his hard member that looked so delicious in his hands. His deep groans rang in your ears. It didn’t take long for you to cave.

“Fuck. That should be me around you,” you said. “That should be my pussy you’re fucking and not your hands. Please.”

“Isn’t that right?” he said.

“Yes. Please, fuck me. I would feel so much better than your hands, and you know it. Please,” you whined. “I need you right now H/N. Please.”

You added another ‘please’ – for good measure – because the way his tongue darted out and licked his smirking lips could make you say anything if it would get him to fuck you.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you,” he said. “Think you can take me?”

“Yes, yes-, I can! Please, fuck me,” you said in a waterfall of words, and he chuckled handsomely.

“Good girl,” he said, running a gentle hand over your head. “If it’s too much you let me know.”

“As always.”

The tip of his cock gently pushed into your core, making you hold your breath as he entered you slowly. It caused you to feel every inch with every second. Your brain felt fuzzy, and you sighed gratefully at the relief.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he moaned. The carefulness in his thrusts paired with his moon eyes at you only remained that way for a few seconds. Then, he straightened up and grabbed your hips to drag you in closer. You moaned helplessly when he almost pulled out completely, so slowly it almost made you crazy, only to slam his length into you until his tip brushed against the deepest spot inside of you. It was an action he repeated over and over, until you were reduced to a puddle of desperate whimpers, and you clasped the bedsheets in your hands tightly.

“You like it this way, little one?” he asked. He was apparently finding enjoyment in your reaction. How you could barely keep your eyes open, and when you did, your eyeballs threatened to roll to the back of your head. How your fingers clenched around the closest plushie, and you cradled it against your chest in bliss.

“Yes- fuck,” you said. “Feels so good.”

Of course, right as you said this, he had to change things up. His thrusts turned lazy and messy as he leaned backwards slightly. With an equally lazy demeanor, his thumb flicked over your clit, rubbing circles on it.

“Let me hear you. Say my name,” he said, and you quietly moaned his name. You adored the way it sounded, voiced like this, with barely more than a breath underneath your soft tone. Now and then, his cock slipped out of you, making you clench around nothing and furthermore had you going completely out of your mind. When he would push himself into your opening again, it felt as if it was the first time he was entering you today. Except you felt it repeatedly, each time as incredible as the previous. Your mouth hung open, rendered speechless except for the little moans and whimpers sounding from your throat. There was a familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach, tying firmer with each passing minute.

As if he could read your mind, he decided then he was done with his sweet torture of teasing you to an orgasm. You couldn’t be mad at him, though, because what he had planned was just as perfect, if not better. His hands wandered to their original place on your sides, and he began to snap his hips into yours at a faster pace. A small cry of surprise left your lips, while he only smirked at you through heavy-lidded eyes. Impulsively, you lifted your legs a little, intensifying the feeling of his member roughly dragging through your velvet walls.

“H/N, I’m so close,” you whimpered.

“Me too,” he replied, not slowing down for a second.

His broad frame towering over your body was a sight you would never get enough of and his gazes at you were hot enough that they could have stopped your heart in its tracks. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead and there was a thin sheet of sweat on his neck. It all just made him more breathtaking to you. The slight pain from his nails digging into the skin on your waist was staggering, and you could barely wait to see the masterpiece of marks he would leave tonight.

You were a moaning mess, flying on cloud nine and simultaneously overwhelmed by his treatment of you. It clouded your mind at took over your whole body like you were made for him to fuck you. His length filled up your tight hole and he did it with such force that your whole body rocked into your mattress in a steady, fast-paced rhythm. He let go of your waist then and supported himself on his arm by the side of your head. When his other hand went to your neck you shuddered in anticipation.

“You should see yourself with my hand around your throat,” he said. “So pretty, little one.”

“We can do it in front of a mirror sometime- ,” you suggested, but were cut off at the end of the sentence as his fingers tightened on your neck. Instantly, the effect of it hit you. The lack of oxygen made your head swim in a sea of pleasure and the unrelenting desire to come. Through fluttering eyelids, you peeked up at him. The way he licked his lips and then clenched his jaw, the gorgeous shape of his collarbones and shoulders – you sometimes wondered if he was even real. Every so often he loosened his grip on you. When he did, you took gulps of air and then instantly whined for him to choke you again.

“Let go for me,” he said. “Show me your pretty face when I make you come. I’m fucking you well, aren’t I?”

You nodded as well as you could when he was gripping your throat and you couldn’t breathe properly at the moment. It didn’t matter you couldn’t talk. He was probably not expecting you to answer, either way. In a pleasure-induced trance, you closed your eyes and let it happen, like he had asked it from you. Your hazy consciousness barely registered that he was reaching his high with you. Too overcome were you, with your thighs trembling uncontrollably and your back arching off the mattress. He had let go of your neck and was riding out his own orgasm with sloppy thrusts that only sent you into another frenzy and had you whimpering his name softly. When he had finished too, he slowed down and pulled you into a gentle kiss, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly.

“That was amazing,” he said, and with a blissful hum you nodded. Your lips changed into a pout when he rolled off you and got up. You were tired of sending him back home so quickly. As he discarded the condom in the bin, you put on your most enchanting eyes, so he would have no other choice.

“Stay a little longer, please,” you asked. You knew he wanted to, as well. So although he was aware that your brother could return at any moment, he tumbled back into bed with you.

“Just for a little while,” he said. “Mhm…you’re so perfect to cuddle, baby.” His embrace was warm and his scent comforting, as he hummed a lovely melody. The soft touch of his fingers running through your hair lulled you right into a light sleep. You were awoken rather abruptly, and with half a heart attack.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen my charger- “ your brother’s voice suddenly broke through the silence and you wondered if you would have to pack up and leave the country after this sort of embarrassment.

“It’s not what it looks like,” you said, knowing well enough it was the dumbest thing you could have said. But who could blame you? You had only woken up two seconds ago.

“Really?” your brother asked. “Because I hear H/N sneak into our house so often lately, I’m starting to wonder if his parents threw him out.”

His tone was surprisingly calm.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you,” H/N said to your brother. “I thought you’d hate me and that we’d be over as friends.”

“I know I told you once to leave Y/N alone. But now…I guess it’s cool. She’s been in a great mood lately, and if that’s thanks to you, I think I can approve of you two. Although I’m not looking forward to being a third wheel, I think I can get used to it if I try hard enough,” your brother said. You couldn’t believe your ears, and involuntarily smiled like a fool. No more hiding. No more secrets.

“I stole your charger. I’m sorry,” you said then, making your brother roll his eyes. “It’s by the sofa in the living room.”

“Great. I needed a reason to leave anyway,” your brother said. “I might approve of you, but this situation is still too awkward. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, H/N?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” the boy in your bed said.

“You’ll see me too!” you added as a joke, as your brother already walked away from the door.

“Unfortunately I will!” your brother shouted, with the unnerving tone only a big brother could possibly muster.