#every form. all 40+ fingers. all 3 tongues. any circumstance.
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h4unted-d4rling · 7 days ago
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phoenixhalliwell · 4 years ago
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Well Helloooo Nurse
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Pairings: Will Miller  X Gender Neutral Reader ( Nurse Lark but goes by the name of Birdie) 
Word count: 1887
Author's Note: Good Evening all, welcome to the Will Miller show. Please be gentle as it’s my first time writing for him. I also have no idea how the inside of an ER works, i’m just winging this whole thing lmao  I hope whoever stumbles on this enjoys it :) 
Hope you don’t mind the tags: @lilacyennefer​ @cinewhore​ @dignityneeded
Thanks to his idiotic brother, Will ends up in the ER. Benny in an attempt to make amends, tries to be his wingman. 
Throwing yourself down into your chair, you let out a small cry at the relief at finally being off your feet. To say it's been a long week is an understatement. Your back is in agony, your stomach won't stop growling  and there's a throbbing pain behind your eyes . The ER has finally quietened down after a disastrous morning and you're counting down the minutes until it's home time.  
'Is it just me or is time moving slower?'
You glance at the clock. Another 20 minutes  and you are free for the next two days to do absolutely nothing. Closing your eyes you smile at the thought of the large glass of wine, warm bath and take out that awaits you when you get home. Your happiness is short lived though when you hear your name being called out.
'Urghhh, just leave me alone'
"Birdie, my good friend. How are you? You are looking fiiinnneee today, is that a new pair of scrubs."
Opening your eyes, you glare at your friend Letti who is currently batting her eyes at you. You scoff. You  know for a fact you look like shit. Your hair looks like a bird's nest ( no pun intended) and you're pretty sure that your scrubs have seen better days.
"What do you want?" you narrow your eyes at her.
"You know how you're my absolute best friend and you love me so much? Could you find it in that golden heart of yours to stay on just a little longer and cover the end of my shift. It's only a couple extra hours. I wouldn't normally ask but Scott has managed to ship the kids off to his mum's tonight and it's been so long since we've had adult time, if you catch my drift. Please. Help me out here Birdie I am dying" She begs.
'Pfft least you're getting the option for adult time' you think to yourself.  You watch as she clasps her hands to her chest and starts to give you the sad puppy dog eyes .You can feel your resolve start to crumble. Groaning, you throw your head back in defeat.
"Fine, but you owe me one and you better believe I will collect" you sigh. Letti fist pumps the air before grabbing your face and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.
"I fucking love you Birdie. I will name my next child in your honour"  she promises.
"Yeah like I haven't heard that before" you snort, wiping your cheek. Letti suddenly thrusts a clipboard into your hand before rushing  you through your next patient, eager to get home to her husband. You're not really listening to her, nodding along  every so often as you try to decipher the chicken scratches on the paper in front of you.  
' Did a child fill in this form?'  
You hear snippets of what she is saying: "Hotter than sin..... If I wasn't married...  wouldn't be able to walk straight"
You are finally able to pick out the important information:  
Exam Room 3 - William Miller, 40, laceration to left arm.
'Ok I can work with that'
Calling out your goodbyes to Letti  and telling her to have a good time, you make your way to exam room 3 to get started. Drawing back the curtain, you step into the room and  call out
'Mr Miller?'
"Yes?" two voices answer at the same time.  
" They are talking about me Dumbass, I'm the one that's currently bleeding no thanks to you. Please excuse my brother, he was dropped on his head a lot as a child"  your patient apologises to you. You let out a snort at the quip.  It's not until you get a proper look at his face that  your laughter is quickly cut off.
'Oh' is all you can think before your mind goes blank. Sitting in front of you is a man you can only describe as an Adonis.  Even though his face is twisted slightly in pain, you would gladly stare at him  for the rest of eternity. Beautiful  blue eyes, soft blond hair, a well groomed beard. Your mind  takes you to some bad places when you think about that beard.
'Hotter than sin indeed...."  
A choked out laugh causes you to tear gaze away from William and over to the other man in the room who waves at you looking far too amused.
'Oh god, he knows I was checking out his brother' You cringe internally.
"Hi I'm Benny in case you were interested" the other man jokes. He is also a fairly attractive man  -you can see some similarities between the two. However, Benny has nothing on his brother. You shyly nod your head in greeting before making your way to Will's bedside.
"Ok Mr Miller, I am Nurse Lark. From what I could make out from your form, it says that you have a laceration on your left arm. Is this correct?"  you ask the older Miller.
"Yes that's right. Sorry about the scrawl, Benny didn't make it past the 3rd grade."  Will  teases.
"Fuck you dickhead" Benny hisses back.
"Boys, settle down, this is an ER  not a playground " you interject. Both men mumble their apologise and you try not to laugh. Gently picking up Will's arm, you turn his arm left to right to get an idea of  the extent of his injury. He's lucky in the fact it's not too deep. Unfortunately it cuts directly through the tattoo on his lower arm. Potentially a future scar but that was out with your control. Raising your head, you notice how close you are to each other's faces. Will stares back at you and you lose yourself for a minute.
"For fuck sake, get a room" You hear Benny mutter behind you. You cough and busy yourself getting the equipment you need to start patching Will up.
"I'm sorry but this might hurt a little"  you warn him in advance.
" Don't worry about me, I'm tough as nails " He smiles reassuring you.
You nod before getting started. So focused on your work, you didn't notice Will admiring you from where he sat. He liked the way  your eyes never wavered from your task despite Benny blabbering on in the background. How your nimble fingers made quick work of his wound. He thought the way you stuck your tongue out slightly in concentration was the cutest thing.
Benny was quick to notice his brother's heart eyes and started snickering.
" You know what Will? Maybe if you're a good boy the nice nurse will kiss it better once they are done"
You glance up in time to see Will's face turn scarlet. 
'Just when I thought he couldn't get any cuter'
"That's it, Benny get out now!" Will  growled.
Benny sighs dramatically and sulks out the room but not without muttering "just trying to help you get laid dickhead". You glance back at Will who is now staring up at the ceiling, looking as though he wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole.
"It's days like these I really wish my parents had got me a puppy instead of a little brother"
"Well from what I've seen of him so far, the man is basically a gold retriever in human form" you joke back. The laugh he lets out catches you off guard.
'I  could get used to that sound.'
You had to stop yourself from sighing and scolded yourself for acting like a love sick fool instead of the professional you are.
The conversation came easy for you both after that.  You started by telling him your name before the both of you shared little tidbits about each other. Will seemed like an interesting man from what information he gave. He was funny and incredibly smart.
'He's perfect'  is all you could think. However, it didn't take long after Benny got asked to leave to finish patching the rest of Will's arm up.  
"Well Mr Miller, I guess that's you done. Please make sure to keep the area as clean as possible and have someone help you change your bandages"
You feel sad at the idea of him leaving. It is evident that he feels the same by the way he stalls collecting his things. He looks like he's debating with himself before he finally turns to you looking determined.
" Would you maybe like to go to dinner with me sometime? I know we haven't met under the best circumstances but I had a really great time talking with you. I'd end up hating myself if I didn't at least ask"
Your heart races at the question and you don't hesitate to tell him yes. His face lights up and you find yourself falling a little more for Will Miller. Grabbing a pen from your top pocket, you hastily write down your phone number and hand it to Will. You both wish each other goodnight before parting ways. You find yourself grinning and bite your lip to try and contain your glee.
" Guess  I will be naming my first child Letti"
 Outside the hospital
Benny leans against the wall (pouting like a child) and waits for his brother . He still can't believe he got thrown out of the room. It feels like forever and a day before Will finally makes his appearance with a smug grin on his face.
'He looks like the cat that got the cream'
' What's with the grin man? Did they give you the good shit for the pain or something?"
Will shakes his head before showing Benny the piece of paper in his hand. A set of digits.
"William, you sly dog" Benny laughs in delight before he slaps Will's arm. He's quick to realise his mistake when his brother grunts in pain clutching his bad arm. Benny panics and makes to touch him but is stopped in his tracks.
"Don't . Fucking . Touch me.  Just get in the fucking car. " Will hisses. He marches off to the car park, swearing under his breath.
'Well that victory was short lived' Benny thinks, following his brother.
Bonus Scene - Date night
'Is it just me or is time moving slower?'
You glance at the clock for what feels like the millionth time. Another 10 minutes before Will is suppose to arrive. It's been so long since you were last on a date and you can't remember being this nervous. You look down at your outfit and run a hand over it to make sure there wasn't any creases. Will had text earlier to let you know to dress casual for your evening out but wouldn't give you any more information. The sound of the doorbell interrupts your thoughts and you let out a nervous giggle.  Trying not to seem too eager, you give yourself a beat before  opening the door. You feel yourself go weak in the knees. Will is dressed to impress - A black leather jacket over a soft grey t-shirt with a nice pair of black jeans that does wonders for him. He lets out a soft laugh at the way you are blatantly eyeing him up before doing the same to you. He lets out a low whistle.
"Well hellooo nurse"
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roses-ruby · 5 years ago
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{Bunny Cam}
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Jungkook x Female Reader
Genre: Stalker AU, Angst, Smut, Mature
Warnings: Masturbation, Oral (Male receiving), Sex but not really, Obsessive/Possessive behavior, Toxic relationships, Yandere, Cursing, Spanking, Homophobia, Mentions of a slur, Mentions of gore, Murder, People being shitty
Word Count: 14,242
Summary: He watches when you sleep, he knows if you’re awake. He knows if you’ve been bad or good, so be bad only if you dare.
A/N: Lmao, the summary fucking sucks akfbkfbouhfo (so does the story). I planned this for kookie’s birthday but I wasn’t finished so fuck me. This is pretty dark so please be careful and make sure you read the warning! Edited but I’m always a dumbass so let me know if you find any mistakes. Also let me know what ya’ll think🥺 As always, enjoy!
He’d been at this for a while.
Well, a while could mean a considerable number of things. Let’s say he’s been at this for a long time; more accurately 3 years. He had your schedule memorized to a fault. The way you liked your eggs in the morning to the number of panties you owned, he could answer it in his sleep. He probably does, he thinks. Mumble about you in his sleep. You occupied his mind 24 hours in a day, and that’s why he felt he should be watching you all the time – like right now, as he sits uncomfortably on top of the willow tree next to your window. Perched in a posture that embarrasses him, with a branch digging into his inner thigh.
It’s all worth it when you finally come out from your steaming bathroom, a towel hanging dangerously low on your chest, showing the beginnings of your soft mounds. He almost moans at the sight, both from frustration at your tardiness and the sudden tightening of his crotch. Positioning his camera in front of his face, he eyes your figure through the lens. Careless yet graceful, you dance around your room from one end to another picking up your laundry and placing it in a basket. His camera softly shutters each time he decides to save a pose from you, which happens a lot. He wonders if he’ll get lucky once you head to your dresser and pick out a light orange sundress. A smile graces his features at your choice. It was one of his favorite dresses on you. But sadly, luck was not on his side as you come up to the window and shut the eggshell curtains on him.
Huffing, he sits up a tad to find the ledge he uses to exit the tree with his leg.
He learned the hard way that once you closed your curtains, you usually don’t open them for the rest of the day; so now he has to head home. He was disappointed of course, he wanted to continue watching you – especially in that dress. But its fine, better things await him at his house. Shoving his camera inside his satchel, he jumps off your back porch and runs to the alleyway a few meters from your place. There in the dark lane lays his locked bike, which he unlocks and hops on – beginning his ride home. He lived a few blocks away from you, not having the money to live in your side of town; but once he did, he planned on becoming your neighbor. It didn’t matter if you already had one, he knew he could take care of them easily.
After peddling for around a mile, he parks his bike near the run-down, motel-like apartment complex he lived in. Binding it to the rusted and useless ‘Cheap rooms available!’ board pole, he runs up the stairs to the second floor. The whole place was dirty, rat and roaches scurrying the floors ever so often, and there was a strong musty smell that enclosed the compound. The paint from the walls was chipping – tainted by unrecognizable stains and the wooden foundation grew mold. He hated this place, even if the rent made up for the appearance. Often, he would get into a quarrel with the land-owner, despising the man’s careless attitude towards the residence as well as toward his own rotten teeth and hairy chest. One day, he’d love to grab a blade and slice it right through the old man’s heart, but he promised you he’d only kill for you. Stomping his way past the ancient doors, he makes it to his own and slams it shut once inside.
His sanctuary.
Switching on the light of his small studio, he walks to the computer, settling his bag down by the twin bed. He scratches under his ribs over his hoodie as he settles into his chair. The tree by your house was filled with blood sucking bugs and he should probably do something about it, but he’s always so distracted by you he barely remembers to get other shit done. There was evidence of that scattered all over his cramped space, especially the floor. The 4 walls surrounding him are filled with photos of you on various days and angles. Polaroids of you hang in a line from a string on the ceiling, stretching out from one end of the room to the other. In front of him are multiple monitors, which he opens to reveal a video of you on your bed in your room. He lets out a content sigh at the sight of your calm form laying on your bed with a book. Your beauty shone even through the grainy pixels of the tiny spycam he hid in your room.
Moving the live feed to the smaller monitor on the right, he pulls up the spycam taping your bathroom, or more so your shower. He shuffles around his desk, picking up an open beer can from underneath his table. Relaxing back in his chair, he rewinds the broadcast to around 40 minutes ago, taking a sip of his drink. There you were, climbing into your shower, closing the glass door behind you. His eyes greedily graze your naked form, your radiant skin, the curve of your slender back, the way your nipples perked forward at the cold air. He was so glad he spent the extra money on this spycam with higher definition than the others hidden around your house, even if it left him broke for a month. His breath hitches when you slightly bend down to turn on the faucet, messing with the knob to get the perfect temperature for your shower with your ass on display. What he wouldn’t give to spread your cheeks apart, run his tongue along your folds and anus, drive his thick fingers deep into your cunt and have you dripping down his arm.
He didn’t notice how hard he was clenching the aluminum can until it exploded all over him, soaking through his jeans and hoodie. Groaning he picks up the tissue box next to his bed and begins wiping himself off. It was good that he became distracted before he could get too worked up, it was still light out and he didn’t want to be spent before midnight again. Throwing the tissues next to the other used tissues on the floor he gets back to doing his favorite thing. Pausing the window of your shower he brings back the live feed of you in your room to the main monitor. He smiles at you still lounging on your bed, the book placed over your chest as you scrolled away on your phone. You could be so lazy on the weekends, he cooed at your leg haphazardly dangling off the side of the bed. He loved it when you stayed indoors by yourself like a good little girl, it meant he could have you all to himself for the periods he spent watching you. It was just him and you, no one who could disturb his time between you both.
It isn’t clear to him when exactly you stopped connecting with the outer world. Perhaps it was when your lovers mysteriously vanished 3 years ago, or when men stopped trying to flirt with you all together. He recalls how scared you had been when officers came to interrogate you, and as bad as he felt – as much as he wanted to blow the heads off their burly bodies – he knew you deserved it for thinking you could make room in your life for anyone that wasn’t him. Or maybe it was because your best friend refused to talk to you ever again; a small rumor making its way to her ear about how you slept with her dad. Which was easy to believe seeing how he’d been fucking girls younger than his daughter for years. Most likely it’s when your parents cut off contact with you, the reigning black sheep of the family, when they received the sex tape you shot with your ex marked from you. An ex he ended up smashing each finger off of. Whatever it was, it was definitely because the gods had blessed him. You were meant for him and only him, and the circumstances that had all seemed to work in his favor only solidified that fact.
It was when he was off reminiscing about the most important years of his life that he bumped his leg into a hard brick-like object under his desk.
“Fuck,” He curses as his legs feels a light ting. Rolling back in his chair, he stares at the culprit that was the large stack of white paper. The manager had handed it all to him yesterday after he finished his second week of overtime; ‘to be stapled and collated’ he said. That motherfucker. Because of him – not only did Jungkook not have time to get home earlier to you, but he had to haul the hefty pile of papers uphill on his bike.
Whatever he thought about that guy doesn’t matter – he should get started on this task soon. Since this job is the one job he can’t afford to lose. So, with a heavy heart the young man clears his desk of the old ramen containers and sperm tissues and empty weed bags with one swift arm movement, cringing when he hears them hit the floor. Bending down, he easily heaves the stack up onto his now empty desk and begins to shuffle through them. Then he looks back up at you who’s back to reading her novel. If there was one thing he’d never do, it was show you how much of a slob he actually was. He couldn’t bear the thought of you finding him disgusting, so when he finally got you, he knew he’d do all the cleaning and housework. And that was fine with him, as long as he got to enjoy being a bit filthy while he was alone in this dreaded place. You would never find out, of course.
He starts to read the first document he grabs, something useless about company liability. Then he moves on to the next one, and the next. Until his mind is full of words and a yawn is crawling up his throat. Jungkook eyes you every few minutes or so, making sure you were still be his good girl. And that’s how he ends up spending his energy that day.
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He wakes up with a large intake, forcing himself to sit up with his nose feeling strangely stuffed and his spine aching. As he adjusts his groggy vision, he notices the documents in a neater stack on the edge of his desk. That’s when he recalls the night before – how he was double tasking while trying to keep an eye on you lounging about. How you both took a break for dinner and watch some stupid melodrama with that tall actor you liked. And how he finally fell asleep on his desk at 2 in the morning while stapling said documents after you turned your lights off.
Jungkook didn’t have money for night vision cameras yet, but he was working on it! It sucks that everything was so expensive these days, especially love.
Yawning, he stretches his arms and back as he opens his sleeping screens hoping to see your face to cheer up his otherwise crappy consciousness. His face quickly falls however, when he notices you’re not in your bedroom or bathroom or living room or even your driveway.
Shit.
He freaks out and jumps out of his chair in sore legs, reaching for his bag on the bed.
9:12 his phone displays – making his round face turn pale. Running around in his room, he rushes to get ready. His bladder was especially full of the beers from last night. Other than that, there wasn’t much he had worry about since everything could be easily completed by multitasking. Such as brushing your teeth while pulling up your socks or combing your hair and looping your belt. After chaotically tying his white striped tie around his collared neck, he spritzes on the expensive cologne you once mentioned you like on a man, spraying on a bit more than usual since he hadn’t had time to shower. With that, he stuffs the skillfully collated and stapled documents into his black leather satchel and sprints out the door.
20 minutes later he was in front of the 25-story glass building. His nerves were eating at him as he hastily locked in his bike and entered the automatic doors. In front of him stood a black suited man in shades with his arms crossed.
As Jungkook jogged up a couple steps, the man raised his huge hand to stop him.
“I.D. please,” He spoke in a gruff voice
“Right,” Jungkook zipped open the front pocket of his satchel and brought out an employee I.D., swinging it around his neck. The man stepped aside, and he let Jungkook scan his I.D. in the machine next to him, that let out a green light afterward – letting him inside the small screen doors. He exhaled a breath, continuing his run to the elevators and punching in his floor. His insides felt like they were plummeting the whole ride up.
He really just wanted to quietly go to his desk, without making any ruckus or causing a scene but luck wasn’t on his side this time as the first person he sees when the doors slide open is his aging supervisor and his scowl. Once the man thoroughly eyes him in minor surprise of running into him, he frowns.
“You’re late,” The man grit through his yellow teeth
“I’m s-sorry, sir. I was up all night an-”
“I didn’t ask for excuses Jeon,” He sneers, “This is the second time this month, once more and I’ll have you kicked out of here- ass first, understand?”
“Yes sir,” Jungkook bows and steps aside to let the man use the elevator.
Before the doors slide close, his supervisor gives him another threatening glare. “Did you finish what I ordered? I’ll be back soon, and I better not find one mistake on those documents, you hear me Jeon?
“Yes sir” Like hell you’ll be back soon, you aging bastard.
Once he’s out of sight, Jungkook let’s out a sigh. He thought he was gonna lose his job today for sure. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Mr. Jang to act this way towards him and most of the team. The only people – correction women he’s nice to are the ones he finds fuckable. Still, he’s glad this didn’t happen in front of you.
He opens the doors to the office space, breathing in the cold air conditioning and watching everyone scurry about as usual. Some girls glance at him as he indifferently passes them on his way to his corner. His desk was luckily located with yours directly in front. Even though yours was closer to the Manager’s office and his was further back near the conference room. When he sits down in his chair, he notices you’re not at your desk. For a few minutes, he just eyes your empty area with confusion. The worry he felt this morning crawling back into his system.
But it quickly dissipates once you make your way out of the manager’s office, a few files in tucked under your right arm. Jungkook’s mood easily shifts at the sight of you and his heart starts to beat faster. He couldn’t go too long without seeing you, your graceful figure in that tight pencil skirt flawlessly hugging your hips. You sat at the front with rest of Team A who you supervised. Your side of the lineup were considered company gems; the pay was better, working conditions were more lenient and you all even had a dental plan. Sadly, thanks to him not knowing what to do and ultimately dropping out of college, he was grouped into Team B – the dispensable ones. His group was overworked and underpaid – even though the company made it seem like they treated all their employees equally. That was total bullshit.
And they had the worst fucking supervisor. An ancient stickler tyrant who acted like he was stepping out for business when Jungkook knew he was out fucking some blonde prostitute he was obsessed with in some cheap motel behind his sick wife’s back. Nothing in this company benefitted him. Not the pay, not the hours, and definitely not the bitchass supervisor. Nevertheless, he slaved all his days in this building for you. Looking up in your direction again, he smiles. He got to see you every day and that was enough for him. As long as you remained here, he would never quit. Just then a scowl made its way onto his soft features. What were you doing in the manager’s office half the time? Jungkook knew it wasn’t anything like that – that you were just doing your job, but doesn’t he call you in way too many times a day? His fingers clenched the strap of his bag as Jungkook thought about that man making a move on you.
You’re not good enough.
He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice the clacking of heels and a pleasant scent light up his area.
“Jungkook?”
He jumps when he hears your voice, rolling back slightly. There – in front of him you stood with a large halo surrounding your figure. His throat feels caught as you meet his eyes and raise an eyebrow. You were the most beautiful being in the universe, he bet even angels compared themselves to you. But they wouldn’t hold a candle. Jungkook felt over the moon at your proximity, cameras couldn’t capture the absolute divinity you embodied so casually. The tip of your nose, the smoothness of your glowing skin, the light makeup over your eyelids. Even the posture you stood in was lethal. Everything was luring him in until he was completely lost and at your mercy, and he’s certain that showed on his face. He sucks in a breath as he hears you speak again, some uneasiness in your melodious tone.
“Umm…you’re Jungkook, correct?”
As he processes your expression at his odd behavior, he forces himself out of his reverie. Can’t have you thinking he’s a weirdo.
“Y-Y…Yes,” He manages
“Oh, good. I was just wondering if you have those documents Mr. Jang asked for? He called to tell me he would be a bit late and if I could retrieve them and give them to Mr. Kim”
Jungkook had always wanted to skin the face off his supervisor, but in this moment, he’s never adored a man more in his life. You actually came all the way over here and talked to Jungkook because of that old man’s incompetence. He hopes Mr. Jang receives the blowjob of his life today.
You eye the boy staring at you with wide bunny eyes. He was always so strange, you wondered why your female colleagues gushed over him so much. You were about to speak again when he stands up straight – making your startled feet shift backwards slightly.
“Umm…Yes!! I have them,” Jungkook states with his voice higher than usual. He opens his satchel and digs out all the documents, presenting them to you with one hand.
“Oh, thank you,” As soon as you reach out for them and bumped your hand into his accidently, he let’s all the documents go. They fall to the floor with a loud ‘thunk’ making a few heads in the neighboring desks turn your way. “Oops.”
You bend to the ground, gathering up all the paper once again. Most of them were in stapled piles, so thankfully they didn’t scatter around too much. When you assembled the bunch, you look back up at him from your position on the floor. His eyes seemed like they would pop out of his skull and you thought you heard him gulp as he continued to observe your position on the ground. Slowly you stand up straight, feeling unnerved.
“Thank you,” You say once again holding the documents on your chest. When you fail to obtain a response, you just awkwardly turn around, sensing his eyes following you all the way back to your desk.
What a weird guy.
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Jungkook’s legs feel like a frail horse once he makes it back home. Trudging up the stairs and into his room with a slumped back, he jumps right into bed and kicks off his office shoes. He covers his eyes with his arms.
Then he smiles, stretching his pink lips and displaying his bunny teeth. He smiles so big and wide.
Wow. Wow. Wow. WOW.
You graced his presence. You talked to him. You even touched him.
Holding his face in his hands, he rolls around the compact bed like a teenage girl. Holy shit. This was real.
It’s not that you hadn’t spoken to him before – I mean you both did work in the same company for years and he’s wrote down previous dates of conversations in his both his calendar and journal. But you’ve never made this much eye contact, he’s never got to study your face this close for so long, and you definitely had never touched him. He almost exploded right then.
And then, the part that virtually killed him. You were on your knees…right below him. Innocently staring back up at him. FUCK!
Jungkook groans as recalling that image has him hard instantly. His mind was racing, and he felt he was going crazy with his body temperature continuing to climb. The sun was just beginning to set which let orange streaks of light into his room through the blinds. He huffs as his hand caresses down his torso to grab his bulge, hissing when his fingers make contact. Swiftly, he unbuckles his slacks, pulling them off his butt to rest on his knees. He continues to fondle his hard on through his briefs, moaning when imagining your soft hand instead of his much larger one.
His imagination takes him back a few hours ago, with you on your knees in front of him. But this time there’s no documents on the floor to pick up. This time, no one else is around the chattery office space – unworthy peasants breathing the same air as you. This time, your eyes have a dark undertone in them as you sit there without any clothes on. Your skin was as smooth as porcelain, color reflecting the ceiling lights of the office. He holds his breath when you take your right breast in your hand, pinching your perky nipple with your thumb and index finger. No distractions. No distance. It’s just you and him, and this heavy atmosphere.
“Jungkook,” You say in a sultry tone, crawling closer to him on all fours.
“Fuck,” He curses as you hook your fingers into the waist band of his underwear, slowly pulling the cloth down with a smirk. Jungkook catches a tiny gasp from you as his erection springs up to his stomach in front of your face. You lightly grab the underside of his shaft as his breathing becomes heavy. Poking your tongue out – you lick a stripe up his dick, and he tenses, shoulders rolling back with a shiver. With a mischievous glint, you bring your tongue around the top, swirling his precum over his head while tracing a vein up his shaft with a manicured finger. Your hand bobs up and down his dick as you continue to skillfully twirl your tongue around the tip. His hand clenches tightly as you wrap your pretty lips around the head and hallow out your cheeks to suck.
“Ahhnn,” He hopes you don’t mind his loud, sort of feminine moans. But he still bites his lip to suppress them.
You remove yourself with a pop. Your hand was still gripping around his dick, steadily moving along his rod. Stretching your lips, you wink up at him and he has to do everything in his power not to fall to the ground. He was light headed with lust clouding his vision. The room had gotten dimmer sometime ago, he could only make you out as he did this morning. Your strawberry scent invading his rationality as you sat in front of him. Your honey tone as you repeated his name. The way your red lips curved with every syllable you spoke. Lips you were once again opening as he took your luscious locks in his fingers and directed his dick along your mouth. For a moment he just traced around your lips, glossing them with precum. These lips were his possession along with the rest of you, only he gets to claim them. Then he brought his head back inside your mouth, watching you take all of him in with hooded eyes. Inching his way inside, he saw your jaw go slack and lids flutter the more he forced himself in. You looked so beautiful with tears surrounding your sockets as you struggled to breath when he hit the back of your throat.
“You’re so perfect baby,” Your warm cavern was made for this – for him. Once he feels your throat muscles relax against him, he takes himself out ever so slow, obsessed with how wet his dick became with your saliva. Just to push himself inside again, holding your head down as you struggled. He threw his head back, failing to keep his moans quiet as you gagged around him with your nails pushing at his thighs. Tightening his fingers amongst your hair, he pulled your head back with force before he stuffed you full of himself once again.
He keeps that pace swift and harsh, frustrated at how you were always a few feet from him yet still so far away. This is what he needs, what he craves. His heart beats harder every time he shoves into your wet entrance, watching the way hot tears roll down your cheek but you don’t try to fight off his brutal thrusts. Saliva was sticking at the edge of your lips; your jaw was practically unhinged at his girth and lipstick was smeared all over his dick. You let him use your face like a fuck doll, rolling your eyes into the back of your head as he speeds up with his orgasm approaching.
“You – you’re so beautiful,” He grunts with every thrust “My angel, my doll, my fuck toy. M-Mine. Mine. Mine.”
Words slurred against his mouth as you laid your tongue flat against his shaft, slick dripping of your chin. As his arms fell to his sides, you once again took control of bobbing your mouth and hand against his length. It was really just himself and his own fingers but God he could imagine it so well. He could retrace every part of your body – practically ingrained in his mind from how much time he spent stalking observing you. Hours would go by of him watching you masturbate. Memorizing each facial expression of yours. Thirsting for your heat – this thirst, this is exactly how’d you feel. Jungkook could practically taste it.
He cums with one last push inside your warm mouth and a loud cry of your name.
Opening his eyes, he takes in large breaths gaping at the ceiling of his apartment. Holy fuck, it’d been a while since he came so hard. Chest moving up and down – it takes a moment for him to calm himself. Still high off your pretty face stuffed with his dick. He lays limp in his bed, bringing his hand up to see the insane amount of cum covering his palm. This part always brought him an odd grief. Having to ‘wake up.’ Be alone in his dirty room with your divine company no longer in sight. There was an empty feeling, not just in his balls but in his heart. It was all your fault. Coming near him with those big doe eyes, practically begging him to fuck you on your knees. Yet you wouldn’t let him…not right now. Fuck. Fuck you.
Jungkook knew it wasn’t the right time, that you didn’t know him well enough for him to make a move, but his patience was wearing thin. He had to act fast since he desperately wanted this dream to become a reality.
_
You were typing away at your keyboard screen, finishing whatever goddamn report of the month. At this point, you were moving in autopilot not even registering any words that were making their way onto the screen. Your back aches as you sigh, you really hated this job. If the pay wasn’t so good, you would’ve quit so long ago. The only good thing about this company was the dental plan really, and the big house you got to afford due to your wages. Co-workers of yours were snarky pieces of shit who excluded you in any activities due to you being the boss’ favorite. Communicating with them was always troublesome, which is why you were here working overtime alone on this 4-person job. At least your co-supervisor was a nice old guy who acted like a gentleman. Really trashy towards his own team though and you were pretty sure he was cheating on his sick wife. When you were almost done with the last paragraph, your phone next to your coffee mug decided to buzz and interrupt the silent, dim office space.
You pick it up reluctantly, already knowing who’d be behind the bright screen. As usual, your misery proves you correct as the name of your arrogant dick for a boss flashes on your phone screen. He was one of those types; the men that feel like they’ve led a hard-working life because they went to a prestigious college without a sport’s scholarship even if they enrolled with their rich parent’s money. Any sort of self-reflection towards their privilege fails to register within them. This man called you for fifty things a day even though he had his own slutty secretary on her knees every time he asked. Maybe you’d feel for the girl if she wasn’t scowling at you whenever you passed by her desk to reach his office. You knew she hated you because he had a thing for you. When he wasn’t calling you in just to subtly check out your ass, he was making passive sexual remarks in completely normal work-related conversations.
It’s not like you didn’t find him attractive. He was tall, dark and you knew he was eating rich with how much time you spent eyeing his muscles. But god was he dumb as fuck. And he didn’t enthuse you any bit, other than maybe imagining him pounding into you from behind with his thick fingers wrapped around your neck. Sexual attraction was normal you suppose – you were two young attractive adults after all. But other than that, you really desired nothing to do with him. Actually, you desired no relationship with anyone at all, for that matter.
Since your last boyfriend’s disappearance three years ago, you recall being too scared to date for a while. Staying at home 24/7 and opting to buy some large dildos in the place of men. But that fear had left you long ago. Slowly, you became someone who just didn’t care in searching for fairytale romance or a passionate night with the love of your life. Instead you just wanted to feel the thrill of being alive, that ecstasy of feeling afraid – waiting for the unknown. You wanted to feel like you did when you saw your dead boyfriend’s horribly mutilated corpse. But that moment had fled too fast and everything around you had become predictable in some gloomy, miserable pattern – with nothing to excite you. Your life had actually become so unbearably boring that you had all the time in the world to accept these insane thoughts into your head, with no one to stop you from so. There was no point in shame any longer, you had your fair share of that when your isolation first started turning you insane.
The more reclusive you stayed, the more apathetic you became.
Sighing, you click on his name to see what he wanted with you at this lovely time of the evening.
‘Had Lana review the documents
She said a page is missing from the last stack
Ask the intern about it’
Of course, he would think Jungkook was an intern. He surely paid him like one. You look up at his empty desk. For once in their despondent lifespan, Team B was allowed to head home on time. Great that meant you’d have to talk to that oddball again in the morning. Lost in thought at your dreadful near future, you get startled as your phone buzzes yet again.
‘More importantly, we’re still up for tmrw night, right?😉’
Staring at the screen with insignificance, you type your reply with bitter fingers.
‘Of course, sir❤’
When you’re about to type him a reply for the ‘intern’ text, a twinkle from across the room catches your eye. You glance back up to see the outline of an unfamiliar object on Jungkook’s desk. Peering into the indistinct space, you desperately tried to make out what was sticking up from his otherwise flat desktop. Oh, right! It hit you then – that was the black bag he carries around daily.
Honestly, you always thought he was weird, and you didn’t pay much attention to Jungkook. Writing him off as another tedious side character that appears in your timeline here and there. The ladies of the office surely seemed to disagree with you, obsessively gushing over his bunny-like features and sturdy physique. Little boys like him didn’t interest you. But you did find yourself studying him sometimes – you’ve always been a curious person – which is why you knew he carried that bag everywhere with him, never letting it out of his sight. Even today, he handed you the pile of papers straight from that satchel. He kept everything in there, how could he forget it here?! Although…he did look out of it the whole day today after your small interaction with him. Maybe he was unwell?
Whatever it was, the situation at hand was more important. If you told your boss Jungkook had left for home, even though he had every right to, he might get fired. That man was impulsive and became furious over the dumbest situations. He once fired an employee that gave 16 years to this company for not ‘ordering the right cupcakes for his favorite client.’ Groaning, you stand up and walk across the office to Jungkook’s desk, your heels clacking amongst the floor. As you thought, it really was his bag that was thrown on his desk.
It wasn’t right to look through his things and you didn’t want to, but you couldn’t have this young man losing his job over something as small as this. Something you can easily fix…hopefully. But why should his status at the company concern you in the least anyway? If he is or isn’t thrown out, it wouldn’t harm your life in at all. Crossing your arms in irritation at the headache starting from the battle of your moral interpretations, you reason that it wouldn’t hurt you to do one kind thing. Perhaps it might land you that promotion you were seeking tomorrow.
You felt bad. Your gut told you something was wrong. What if it’s not in there and you just invade his privacy for no good reason?
With reluctance you grabbed his bag, opening the zipper in slow motion.
Jungkook was peddling as fast as he could. Stupid. Stupid. STUPID. How could he be so stupid. The whole fiasco with you talking to him today and his stupid hormones made him overlook something important. It was ridiculous how he was more concerned in getting home and jerking off to you then paying attention to any of his surroundings. Shit. If only you knew of the power you had over him. He didn’t even remember the dumb item until he was looking for his expensive camera when he recalled leaving it in that bag and leaving said bag back at his desk! Everyone had probably gone home by now, right? He knows some of the janitors steal from the pricks of Team A, but if a whole leather bag is on his desk won’t they at least take a glimpse? SHIT. Jungkook pushes his feet down on the peddles with great force, practically flying towards the workplace like a car.
There wasn’t any way he could afford for anyone to see what was on that camera.
Barging into the office on two left legs, he wheezes with his palms on his knees as he surveils the area around him. Most of the lights are off and the room is empty of life or noise. In a hurry, he had run into some of the caretakers downstairs and they told him they didn’t start on his floor yet. Out of habit, he glances at your desk, to find you staring at him with wide eyes. He straightens himself immediately, closing his mouth along with the racket of his breaths.
Why were you still here?
You had your hands hovering the keyboard and a fresh batch of coffee stood next to you. Were you supposed to be working overtime today? He thought it was tomorrow because he memorized your schedule for this month last week. Did your plans change without him knowing?
As he continues to leer at you, you clear your throat which makes him snap out of his daydream. Carefully, he turns away from you walking towards his desk. The bag is still right where he left it. He knows he can just grab it and go, but the fact that you’re here with him…alone of all things. How good could today get? Fuck, he thought he drained himself enough for today, but his mind was still racing with substantial thoughts. Would it be okay if he talks to you? Maybe he could help you out in whatever you were working on. Before he could get too far and freak you out, he grabs his bag and swings it around his shoulder. Turning around again he takes slow step, trying to seem casual. Was he walking too awkwardly? Did he look good in this hoodie?
When he’s a couple steps from the door, you call out to him.
“Jungkook?”
He faces you with giant deer eyes, “Yes?”
“I received a text from Mr. Kim stating that the last page from the documents you gave me this morning was missing. Do you think you have it in your bag?”
He takes a moment to process what you said, “Yes? Um…Oh right,” He begins digging in his satchel. And there it was, one single page – stuck to the bottom, ripped from the edge where it was originally stapled. The corner of his lip perks up when he finds his camera on top of the document. “Here you go”
Walking over to you, he hands out the paper and you notice it shaking in his fingers.
“Thank you, that’s all.” You say, gently taking the paper from his trembling grasp. Setting it down aside, you pick up your mug to take a sip of your coffee. It was still steaming so you blow on it slightly, puckering your lips. That’s when you notice the shadow in your peripheral vison. You look up to find Jungkook – still as a tree – gawking at you behind an unreadable expression.
“Yes?” You say in a confused tone
“N-no nothing” He stutters, clutching the straps of his bag tightly. “Sorry,” He states, before walking away from you. Turning his head subtly, he gives you one last glance before he heads out the door.
_
Jungkook was sure he was going to pop open his knuckles as his characters dies once again. He had been gaming for what – two hours straight? His room was lit with only his PC’s screens, and he’s sure his eyes would drop out of his sockets if he doesn’t close them soon. Also, he’d definitely lose his voice from screaming into his mic so much at the arrogant teenage brat who keeps mocking him. If only this damn kid appeared two days ago. His gameplay sucks because his focus is somewhere else – on someone else. Yesterday’s events had punctured both his mind and balls and he was completely spent. Yet you still continued to linger in his mind, like you had your hand wrapped around his brain.
It was destiny, Jungkook believes. It was a sign; the stars are telling him to make his move. Finally, after three years all he needed was some form of answer to his craving for you and he knows he’s received it as of yesterday. He was planning on talking to you by the end of the week, maybe asking you out to coffee like normal people do. There was always that fear of you saying no, but not after last night. Jungkook acknowledges he’s handsome, knows how people view him both in the office and out on the streets. Unlike some of the virgins on his server, he’s had his fair share of pussy before.
There were tons of different types he encountered. A few girls that were looking for a handsome fling. Others wanting arm candy. The most annoying girls repeatedly tried to find a way to get beneath the sexual layer – thinking themselves to be saviors or that he’s some poor lost ‘badboy’ who needs saving – clinging onto him with their delusional fantasies. They were always the hardest to shake off. His favorite type were the girls who understood that they have no meaning to him, they just wanted to get spit on and choked during intercourse. This was all way before he met you, of course. Before he pledged his faithfulness to his and your relationship. Nevertheless, he does know how to get into a woman’s pants.
He wants more with you, however. He wants to hold your hand whenever he feels like it and laugh with you at the cheesy dramas you watch and come home to you when the dark thoughts in his head overwhelm him and his loneliness eats away his soul. Jungkook’s never understood what love is or why people put themselves through pain for something as silly as that, at least not until he met you. What he feels for you, its love isn’t it? It consumes him entirely and he numbs the ache of not having you by watching over you compulsively. By memorizing your habits, by making you as alone as he is. Funny…he thinks he’s become like those girls he hated. A more excessive version, perhaps.
Jungkook growls as he dies yet again and closes off his sever. Today was just not his day. He discards his headset and grabs his unfinished ramen cup, practically shoving the last of its contents into his mouth in one large take. Throwing it to the side, he grabs his energy drink and downs it in one go while he’s still chewing to help swallow without difficulty. Stretching his shoulders, he huffs, looking at the time on his screen. You were probably making dinner right now. Maybe watching a horror movie or finishing your novel. What if you were in that mood tonight, the one that made you rip off all your clothes and seize whatever sex toy you touched first in your drawer. He loved your dildos the most, he was always amazed at how they stretched out your cunt so nice and tight. Exactly like he wants to. Sometimes he’d break into your house just to lick them clean.
Shuddering from his thoughts, he opens his folder where he stores the camera records. His favorite part of watching you was the anticipation. He clicks the kitchen cam to find it empty. Okay, so you weren’t cooking. He goes on to click the living room cam. Also empty. In excitement, he clicks the bedroom cam…to find it blank? The screen was black, and it darkened his entire room. There was no sound or even static from the tape. Great…it’s probably broken.
He sighs, staring at the monitor in scrutiny. There were other times when his spycam’s malfunctioned or broke down over the past three years and it was always such a hassle. Barely managing to excuse himself from work to sneak into your house when you’re not around, finding the spycam (and maybe taking a trinket of yours), getting back home to diagnose it. And either spending hours fixing it or spending money replacing it. Then sneaking back in and placing it back up. Always took a lot of work and interesting fact he discovered – acting like a thief was sort of dangerous! Who would’ve thought? His ‘all black ensemble all the time’ hadn’t helped either. Your neighbor almost caught him last time.
Today was really not his day, but the important thing was to see what you were doing. He glances at his camera on the side of the desk. Would you have your window open tonight? Well…there was only one way to know for sure. He gets up from his chair, pausing a bit as his vision blacks out for a moment. When it returns, he grabs his camera and stuffs it in his satchel. Then he slips out of his sweats to pull up his jeans and has to sit on the bed to wear his heavy easy climb shoes. Once he picks up his keys, he’s out the door into the cool summer night.
The bike to your place was easy, the wind blew through his hair like a lullaby. His hair was getting quite long, most of it reaching halfway to his ears. He was going to cut it, but he saw you eyeing him last week. There was no way he was letting scissors come near him now, not with the way your gaze glossed over his strands.
He finally reaches the usual alleyway and locks his bike by a drain pipe, making sure to secure it tightly. The reason why he parked it here was so no one takes note of the large blue P5X in the middle of the backroad behind your house as it was too heavy to carry over your fence. Besides, he’d trust the abandoned alleyway any day over the quite suburban neighborhoods. If movies have taught him anything, it’s that the nice-looking places are always the deadliest. That’s another reason he’s installed cameras around your house; for your own safety.
Jungkook spots your place after a short walk, turning his slow steps into a quick jog. As he comes near, he notices the light of your bedroom window beaming into the road, and he quietly cheers. Your window was open – he finally gets to see your pretty face. When he was in front of your house, he hops the familiar fence into your slightly unkept backyard. Once he moves in with you, the first thing he’s going to do is mow the fucking lawn. He walks up to the willow tree standing sturdy by your window, waiting on him to climb on. He loved this fucking tree, it was truly a pure and majestic plant.
As usual, he grabs onto a firm piece of bark and he uses his shoe to push himself up. He repeats this process until he’s safely tucked into the branches of the large tree. As usual, the leaves were blocking his way, and also protecting him from getting caught. Using the leaves as a cover, he gets himself ready by pulling out his camera and perching himself on his stomach. And as usual he moved towards the light behind the leaves.
As usual. Everything was supposed to be as fucking usual. But today was not his fucking day, was it?
When he finally gets a view behind the leaves using the lens of his camera, he almost drops out the tree all together. He let’s out a loud involuntary gasp. His throat constricts and his eyes widen at the sight he’s met with.
He first saw your eyes, your beautiful shapely eyes clenched together in ecstasy. Then he saw your arms. Your healthy, silky arms grasping onto someone’s broad back. And then your legs. Your sexy, glowing skin folded on someone’s hips. Hips that should’ve been his. He moves his camera out of his sight, taking your position in with his own two eyes. There you were, with your jaw hanging open and your body blocked out by someone else’s, a body you were urgently clinging onto. From then on started the moans. He hadn’t registered them before until just now, his brain connecting the movement of your mouth to the soft moans just now reaching his ears. A shaky breath leaves him.
“Uhh – ahh-” You were getting fucked, up against your wall.
“There,” You were mewling for the man pounding your smaller frame
“Faster!” A sob leaves his throat, his pants tightening at the scene. No, he didn’t want to get hard at this, not when his heart was shattering into a million pieces. But his body refused to listen to him as his dick started leaking precum
There was slight sweat on your forehead, your eyebrows were furrowed, and your now open eyes were glazed with desire. The muscles of the stranger tense as he holds you, hard ridges producing beads of perspiration – both yours and his – leaving no distance between your entangled limbs. He doesn’t know what to feel, just that his body hurts a lot all of a sudden. He accidently presses the camera shutter, not noticing it taking one pick after the other of the dreadful scene in front of him. Suddenly you make eye contact with him and his whole figure freezes.
You were looking. Fuck. You were staring straight at him, he knows you could tell he was here. He should get the fuck out of here – leave this place immediately but he’s frozen. The pounding of his heart intensifies when you smile.
You were…smiling? You were staring straight at him and…smiling? What the fuck was going on? A chill ran down his spine.
While making direct eye contact with him, you smirk, bringing your hand up to grab your boss’ locks. “Right there, baby,” You groan, throwing your head back but still staring out that window. “Ahh-You do it so well, better than mm- anyone.”
Jungkook was crying. He felt the tears leaves his sockets one by one. It was those days again – the ones three years ago. When you would break his heart daily by casually dating or flirting. When he had to put together that revolting tape of you and your now ex. Nausea crept his insides, his arms felt limp. Only the shadows know how he survived that time period. And it was supposed to be gone, that retched habit of yours. You were only his now. Yet here you were, with that evil glint in your menacing stare, mocking him with every breath that left your lungs.
When the bastard moves his head to the side to nose your neck, is when Jungkook catches a glimpse of the man who tore you away from him. It was him…your boss. Jungkook’s breathing becomes heavy.
You were doing this on purpose. You were torturing Jungkook on purpose. But WHY?! Why would you do that to him? Are you punishing him? It’s not something he knows for certain, but he does know this man had corrupted you. He took you away from Jungkook. He made you become this cruel. And Jungkook doesn’t share what’s his, ever.
It was that sudden thought just then, that blackened his pupils and clenched his teeth. The tears became hot, leaving a fire in their trail and burning the skin of his cheek. He no longer cried out of utter devastation, but a new emotion fueled him – bought back the energy that drives him to pursue you. Anger. Red, hot, scorching anger.
“I’m gonna cum”
He can no longer digest the scene. His stomach churned at the sight and he forced himself away, jumping out of the tree and falling feet-first into the lawn. As he straightened up, the ache got worse, his head felt like it would explode any second. So, he leaned on the bark, trying to keep cool. It didn’t work though as his mouth dropped open and he threw up all over the roots of the plant. His throat constricted and he struggled to breathe, eyes wide at the misery at hand. When he was done vomiting his guts, he took a step back and observed the sight in coughs he tried to keep silent. Pieces of food had mushed together and dyed into a green unidentifiable gunk by his energy drink, drenching the roots and grass surronding of the tree. He felt so sick, eyes hazy and the gross stench filling his nostrils. As soon as his conscious cleared a bit, he ran away from the scene of the crime.
Jungkook ran from the tree. From your yard. From the long backroad. All the way back to that silent alley way, not once looking back.
He was out of breath once he found his bike. Too exhausted to drive for now, he rested his arms on the wall. That’s when he noticed some of the contents from his earlier actions got on his pants and he wiped away at them furiously, grunting loudly. His grunts soon became whimpers and his eyes blurred once again as he let out a loud wail. Why would you do this to him? Why? He did everything for you, just to be with you…so WHY?
His body is shaking as he hangs onto the wall, trying to wipe tonight from his mind. The longer he thinks about, the crazier he becomes. Images continue to plague his mind and he shouts curses into the wall as his crotch continues to ache.
Why was he hard at a time like this? What the actual fuck was wrong with him?
No longer having the energy to care, with one last curse he unbuckles his jeans and pulls out his raging dick. Immediately he starts stroking his shaft strong and fast, and he uses the last of his adrenaline to fuel his pace.
He can see it still, your naked form. The gorgeous expanse of your skin and your legs spread apart. Except this time, you’re bent over your bed with your ass on display for him. Only for him. Your hands are tied behind your back but you’re not struggling. Yet.
Grunting, he jerks himself off as he imagines raising his hand up – then landing it straight on your soft ass cheek. You cry out as you shift away from him only to have him hold you down with his other arm. The skin around your butt becomes a rosy color, his hand print appearing in the aftermath. Immediately his pupils blow out, breath coming in hefty takes as he one again raises his hand towards your other cheek.
“How *smack* dare *smack * you *smack*” He grits out the last word so hard that he accidently bites his tongue. The taste of iron swirled in his mouth. Your cries were muffled against the bed your face was stuffed in and it makes his heart ache. This isn’t what he wanted, he only wanted to make sweet love to you. Give you everything you asked for. But he was weak and inept…underprivileged and a good-for-nothing. His insecurities held him back for three fucking years, but he was trying. Groveling away in the only company that would hire him. Letting himself be belittled, ridiculed, endlessly worked…all for you. He was trying really hard. Hiccupping as tears fall down his face, he rubs against your bottom to sooth you, not taking his eyes off of your cunt.
In exchange, that man embodied everything he wasn’t. Money. Status. Power. He could provide for you – he could give you anything you wanted and maybe that’s why he got to touch you. Jungkook recoils, recollecting what a dumbass horndog he became just because his fingers brushed yours. How sad was it that after all his efforts, Jungkook was stuck behind his dirty 4 walls masturbating to thoughts of you every night while this man got to live his dream without even half the work? What had he done to deserve you?
Not good enough. Not good enough. You’re not good enough.
“W-Why…did you do that t-to *hiccup* me”
“Why, when I love you so much?” When he recalls what you did, all the anger comes back. Red paints his vision as he once again spanks you like crazy, not caring about your screams this time. With how you angled your ass, you were practically urging him to continue. Heat radiates from you and his palm, his mind traveling a mile a minute. He brings his thigh up to your core, enjoying the way you instantly soak through his jeans while whining at the stimulation. Not just your suffering but even your face wasn’t correctly recreating in his perception, because to him this wasn’t about you. It was about your lack of fucking respect for him. Right now, only his pleasure mattered to his brain.
Pausing his merciless attack, he enjoys the view of your dripping cunt. Once again mindlessly rubbing at your bottom. Grabbing your sore ass cheek with one hand, he positions his dick at your entrance with his other. He groans as he sinks into you, stretching your insides apart. Fuck, if it felt this good in his own mind then he can’t even fathom how it would feel in reality. As he settles all the way inside, he doesn’t wait for you to relax around him. No, he wouldn’t wait for you.
Instead he pulls out and slams against you balls deep with one swift thrust. His moans sound out in sync with your cries – pleading for his forgiveness.
Before he could help it, he cums right then – abruptly, unfinished and the fury still alive in his bones. Inhumane growls come from him as he’s faced with the red brick wall that he coats with hot white strings of his semen. Bumping his forehead onto that wall, he slows his breathing, watching as the white streaks drip down the uneven ridges of the bricks. Reality kicks in. This is how it would be every time, wouldn’t it? He wouldn’t get to be inside you, he wouldn’t get to taste you, and he would spend away his days ejaculating prematurely like a fucking child.
Unless he did something about this.
Something he hasn’t done in a while.
As the young man continues to stand alone in that alleyway, an idea forms in his head. Since you were staring at him in such a sinister way – no surprise or fright in your face – you know exactly what he was doing and probably who he was. For the first moment that night, he flashes his pearly whites. Looks like it was finally time for you both to officially meet.
_
The man paced as fast as his heavy legs could take him, trying his best to seem confident and not an object of suspicion. Sweat was building in his temple and he could feel it. In that moment, all of his senses were at their peak and he’d probably be able to feel the flutter of a fly’s wings or a mole beneath his feet. As he wasn’t the most athletic, he was already out of breath from the steps he had taken, but he clamped his mouth shut. His eyes wandered around everywhere, staying no place more than a few seconds.
When he opens the doors of the building, he’s greeted with another presence.
“Good evening Mr. Jang.” A young janitor, probably his son’s age tells him. It has an unsettling effect on him – one where his eyes widen, and eyebrows raise. He responds with a forced smile, teeth clamoring faintly, as he continues to walk on by.
“Yes, good evening.” The worker’s pupils follow the blue suited man all the way to the elevator, where they are involuntary required to make eye contact again as he waits for his lift to arrive. Another forced smile from his side.
The elevator doors open quickly to Jang’s relief, and he gets inside. He hits the top floor immediately and looks towards his shoes. For a few seconds he just blinks, trying to see if this was some hellish nightmare he was stuck inside. If he could somehow wake up to a better reality. With her lying next to him.
The lift reaches the top floor and lets him out, he quietly walks into the windy night enclosed by the vacant terrace. There he pauses, running a palm on his bare head a few times to ease his discomfort. She did that for him too, it always calmed him down.
His phone rings. Again.
“Y…Hello…yes I’m at the rooftop. Yes, I’m alone.”
The aging man shifts on his legs as the distorted voice replies to him. It was that contrast of the unusually deep baritone in one ear and noiseless summer night in his other that ran a chill up his spine.
“I’ll do it…but please can I ask wh- no! NO! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again. I’ll do what you asked!”
“Just please,” He begs, bringing his hands up in the darkness to his head, “Don’t send those photographs to my wife…”
He sniffles bitter and exhausted, as the call ends and he’s once again completely alone. Eyeing his phone, he stands there for a bit just exhaling through his nose. The calm before the storm let’s say. Never in his life has he considered himself a kind man, he always took what he wanted from who he wanted as much as life allowed him to. His wife was just some rich whore he managed to impregnate in the 80’s, he didn’t mean to make a life with her. He also didn’t mean to just watch as life left her. But he can’t change what happened; he can’t change that they have a son who rarely speaks to them, he can’t change that he found another woman – much younger, much tighter. And he can’t change taking a generous life insurance policy out on her ill body. Divorce isn’t something he could afford, not when he’s this close.
Instead was he a murderer? No, he couldn’t cause someone’s death even if he was hoping for another’s. So that has to account for something, right? It was the least he earned to be able to love himself…didn’t he? With a deep sigh and a muffled sob, he clicks on his boss’s name and waits as his phone starts ringing, holding it next to his ear.
“Hello?”
He did it…he called him. Now he should start talking but no – the words won’t come out. Should he tell him the truth? Should he stick to the script? All he could do was stand there with his mouth catching flies as the other line repeats his greetings.
“Hello? Jang, what the fuck? I know it’s you. What the fuck do you want at this time of night?”
Compared to the other call, this man’s voice was louder, and he hated it twice as much. Perhaps this was destiny, a twisted fate of all the choices he’s made in the past couple of years. Kim had always been a brat, the reason Jang dreaded going into the office he should’ve originally been in charge of. The brat didn’t have half the qualifications he did, nor did he have half the rights to speak to him in such a belittling manner. Nonetheless, luck only delivers to the wealthy or sons of the arrogantly blessed. Seniority holds no place in competition to those privileged enough to win. Perhaps this was karma, another card of destiny – taking back what was unfairly given.
He failed to register the threat looming right behind him, caught up in his pleasing daydream of a payback. His own karma watching him with hawk eyes.
If this is destiny…then he doesn’t have to feel bad about this, does he? It was always meant to happen, and he was just doing what the cards told him. He was just a messenger delivering a message.
And so, with a large gulp, deliver he did.
_
Kim parked his Benz at the back. He parked near the trees, their cover setting an ease inside his otherwise chaotic mind. The last thing he expected tonight was a call from that musty old man. Fucking Jang, he wonders why he hasn’t fired him yet. It was you who did most of his work anyway, while he was out fucking some chick from their red-light district bar. If only that bastard wasn’t also involved in his side business.
Getting out of his car, he takes fast strides to the structure in front of him. All of this was getting out of hand.
“There’s a mole…We should meet”
Kim wasn’t gonna lie, he was shitting himself the whole ride to the warehouse. Contrary to what people think, Kim considered himself a sharp man. He knew that none of his crap was really his, that his alcoholic father could take everything away in a matter of moments if he pissed him off enough. That man spent his youthful years beating the ‘sissy’ out of him and now uses his older age to sass the failing status of his business. It was such a curse representing that man’s last name. Such a tragedy that he was born into the mud pile he called a family. Maybe that’s why he took refuge behind illegal activities, turned his once average company to an underground drug laundering agency. That way he could earn his own money, untainted by his elegant family’s legacy. He craved that independence.
Everything was better than it seemed anyway. They weren’t distributors nor were they providers, they were just middle men. People who safely hid the drugs given to them by providers and taken away from them by distributors. Meaning he’d get the same amount of punishment despite having the least amount of profits. Apparently, young rich boys mean nothing to mafia heads or underground gangsters. Nothing more than disposable aid like he considered others. Tsk. Fuck all this shit.
What he needed to do was find this ‘mole’ Jang mentioned and eliminate him fast. There wasn’t any blood on his hands minus multiple teenaged addict’s untimely death, but he didn’t consider that his fault. However, this time he’d make sure to kill this son of a bitch – whoever he was – himself. The thought of finally having power over some plebian pleading soul right before he rips the life from their eyes gave him an adrenaline rush. Finally, he wouldn’t just be a monster because of who his father was, but because he could get shit done.
He grunts when he makes it to the warehouse doors, opening them with more force than he meant to. Once he steps inside, he notices that It’s too dark to see.
“Jang? Where the fuck are you?” Kim shouts into the shadows
Nothing but silence in return. He feels uneasy…like there was something terribly wrong with this place.
“Fuck,” He mutters, pulling out his phone to call the old man. His shoulders were tense, and his eyes roamed about. The alcohol in his system heightened his nervousness, made everything sort of unfocused even in the dark. With one call, he charged into battle without thinking, eager to blow someone’s head off tonight”
Ring Ring
Everything went in slow motion as he spotted a light coming from a few feet away. It looked like a phone. Kim gulped before he walked towards it. Praying that it wasn’t what he was thinking.
As he came by it, he began to tremble. His name was displayed on the small screen. It was cracked from an end and…there was something red on the front edge. What the fuck.
Snap
In an instant he turns around, the ringing still haunting his ear. He definitely heard something…or someone?
“W-who’s there?!” He tries to shout but his voice fails him as he squeaks. The realization that he’s not alone frightens him. All the vigor from before leaves his build and he becomes a small boy once again. The shadows symbolizing his father, the small noises sounding like the leather belt that bruised him continuously.
“W-what do you want?”
“Weak,” he hears his father’s voice sneering, “You gonna grovel like a f*g? You sissy.”
Anger swells inside his chest, his teeth clenching in pure hate. “I won’t grovel you motherfucker, come out this instant!” He roars before taking out his gun and shooting a few rounds at random. Still, no reply. Kim heaves in the darkness for a few seconds, placing his gun in multiple directions, trying to make out the cunt playing with him.
That when he notices Jang’s phone. It’s gone. Did someone take it? When? As he’s busy staring at the ground where it once laid, he doesn’t hear the steps of the shoes behind him.
*Crack*
He falls to the floor with a thud as something heavy hits the back of his head. The gun slips away from reach, further into the darkness. Screaming he clutches the gushing wound on his head, blood immediately making its way from the blow in his cranium. He tries to push himself up with one arm, falling back down miserably. That attempt lands him a hit on the back of his thigh as he wails. His vision blurs and he wheezes in pain, completely immobile in a growing pool of his own blood.
His father laughs at him, the leather belt in his hand crackling with pride. Turning himself around, he brings a weak arm up, pleading with the silhouette of what he thinks is a man. “P-please, I’ll give you whatever you want.”
The man scoffs, reaching behind him to pull out a tiny object. He flicks it a few times to reveal a lighter. As the fire brightens everything around him, he notices a bat in the man’s other arm. A very bloody bat. Slowly, he brings the lighter up to his face and Kim’s eyes go wide with the last bit of his strength.
“Y-you’re that i-intern-
“Name’s Jungkook.”  The man interjected before bringing the bat up and smashing it into his face.
In a moment, the last thing Kim saw were spotted stars in his eyes before he felt the awful pop of his nose breaking and eventually lost conscious.
_
You were painting your nails. Scratch that, you were attempting to paint your nails. Bending your body in half and sticking out your tongue in concentration, you groan when that bombs, and you make yet another mistake. This shit was impossible.
After a long week of complete exhaustion, you were happy to be home on your couch with a pizza box on your left and a glass of wine on your right. Sitting there and swirling the brush inside your nail polish container you hummed along to the tune of the newest pop song stuck in your head. It was a nice night, compared to the heat wave your city had been experiencing for the past month. So, you decided to leave the windows open and let some breeze in. Soon you were thinking about watching a thriller on Netflix.
You sighed, this is always how your days passed no matter what type of weather was out there. Alone – in your way too large to live alone in house. Since your bitch of a best friend left you, she decided to take all your other friends with her. Online harassment from her minions got so bad you had to delete all your social medias. Family was no good either. Your parents were the most annoying creatures on the planet, refusing to let you in that one time you flew home to see them for the holidays. Whatever, it didn’t matter – you fucking hated everyone anyway. Fuck Melissa, fuck Dad, fuck David, fuck Uncle Ben.
There were sometimes though, where you would make a stupid penis joke towards an actor on screen and wished Melissa was around to laugh in that obnoxious way she often would. Or that your Dad would still call you for his check ins with one of his million pet names. You wished David was still around to see if your company really made you supervisor, he owed you like $40 bucks from the bed. And other times you wished Uncle Ben still brought you those expensive gifts from his crazy trips.
But whatever…like you said. Fuck everyone.
You’re startled when the doorbell chimes, almost bumping your acetone all over the place. In confusion you look over to your clock hanging above the dining room wall. It was almost midnight. Who could it be at this hour?
You jump again when the doorbell rings for a second time. Whoever it was sure was impatient. Moving your pedicure items to the side, you stand up in annoyance, making your way over to the door. Quietly you peek into the peephole, hoping to see a familiar face. Oddly, no one seems to be outside. Yet the bell chimes again.
With great hesitance you pull the door open, only slightly.
The sight you’re met with leaves your jaw hanging open. On the other side of the door – right in front of you, stood Jeon Jungkook. Not a trace of emotion on his face as he glared at you and pushed the door open the rest of the way. You back up slightly. He was holding a bat covered in blood and dirt, red and black stains surrounded the smooth skin of his face. The stench of iron and gasoline makes you scrunch your nose, and you put a palm over it in disgust.
Jungkook stands there, staring at you. You wore a white silk kimono, one side of it delicately hanging on your arm and exposing your bare shoulder. Smitten by just the sight of you, he breaths in your strawberry musk – mixed with acetone for some reason. When he steps inside you let out a tiny gasp. Raising an eyebrow, he continues to watch you. He prepared a whole speech about how you’re his and he was here to punish you accordingly tonight but as soon as your glassy orbs met his, he lost all train of thought. Funny, he was tearing limbs and breaking bones a couple of minutes ago and now he feels like he can’t even advance his hand to touch you.
When you continue to look at him with such distaste, he expected you to scream, to cry, to run. He was expecting you to act like his prey usually does.
He was not expecting you to smile.
“What did you do?” You ask him in the biggest smile he’s ever seen you in.
It feels like the breath has been knocked out of him. You step closer to him, tilting your head to hear his answer but he’s struggling to form words. Fluttering your lashes, you patiently wait for him to talk.
“I…I-I killed him.”
“Killed who?” You ask without missing a beat. It seems like you’ve realized though as your mouth forms an O and you let out a laugh, “Wait, Mr. Kim? You really killed Kim?”
Jungkook nods as his heart starts beating faster. He���s not used to you being so close and acknowledging him. “And Jang”
“Whoooaaa, and Jang?” You jump up in enthusiasm, surprising poor Jungkook.
“Y-you don’t care?” He asks in a tiny voice
You give him a weird face, “Care? Why would I?”
When he gives you the most clueless face in return, you sigh – crossing your arms. He sure was naïve.
“I found your camera,” You begin, looking up to witness his shocked reaction. He looks like he wanted to say something, but you hold up a finger to stop him, “Well, actually I found all your cameras. The first one being the one with all those creepy pictures of me.”
“At first, I was shocked, and a little upset. Then I became scared. And then I realized…that I was actually scared” You stare at him with wide, insane eyes and he wonders why he’s never witnessed this side of you. It was kinda turning him on. “I was scared…holy shit I was scared of you and it was the best thing ever. Then I wondered if you had any other cameras…and I was right.”
Lifting your head to the left corner of the living room, you point at the spot. “I found the first one there, and the second one in the kitchen and then in the bathroom and so on.” Suddenly your face becomes solemn and you give him a scowl that makes him deflate like a small animal.
“Then I thought…Wow! so much interesting shit is happening in my life – in my own home and I had no fucking idea? Why? Because my stalker happened to be a bitchass coward who couldn’t make a move?”
He winces when you berate him, his head dropping and tears forming in his eyes. There was so much he wanted to tell you, but a headache was forming in his brain from all the gasoline he had inhaled. You place your hand under his jaw, gently bringing his face up to yours again, “That’s why I decided to lure you out myself. I took off the spycam in my room and decided to fuck my boss, hoping you’d come see and do something. Knew you would perch on my willow tree seeing how the photos in your camera were angled…Which by the way is a fucking mess! Clean up the nasty chaos you made on my precious tree tonight!”
Jungkook nods firmly, still processing what you said.
“S-so wait…wait then Kim was jus-”
“Yeah, Kim was just a pawn. He’s practically been begging to fuck me for years anyway, and I was gonna do it for that promotion he offered me. But this is better. Also, Jang touched my ass way too much on ‘accident.’ I didn’t want them to die, but I don’t exactly care either.”
Jungkook smiles shyly. The fact that used Kim to get to him. You didn’t care about Kim’s money or his power. He got insecure for no reason. And you had just asked him to stay by telling him to clean up his mess! If he’s right in guessing your intentions, then he feels that he’s going to burst out crying. Although he’ll still punish you for fucking him. That agony he felt was still deep inside his gut and he hadn’t been able to cum for two days, plotting this elaborate scheme of murder. With everything you were telling him, he didn’t think you’d mind much.
You’ve accepted him, after all. He’s enough for you.
You’re enough.
“Tell me what you did to them.”
“I beat them to a bloody pulp.” Jungkook says monotonously. It’s the first sentence he states without stuttering. “Attacked them both from behind with a single blow and cracked their skulls. Continued to beat the shit out of them then dropped Jang’s body to an alleyway. Broke both of his arms. Dragged him to an empty warehouse known for drug transactions where I fucked up Kim. Smashed his face in, his eyeball was hanging out by the end of it…it wasn’t very attractive. Then I threw gasoline all over the place and burned it to a crisp. Firefighters and Media’s probably there by now”
“Holy shit…that’s…fucking crazy,” You eye the bat. “What if you get caught”
“I won’t…they’ll say it was a rival drug gang. Left a few traces of underground trash” He answers as you lift your brows. There was a lot you didn’t know about him, especially the three years prior to him getting that job in your office. You wouldn’t know of the life he had before he laid his eyes on you, the co-worker with the beautiful smile showing him around his new workplace. He wasn’t interested in returning to a time before you became his purpose for existing, but he was smarter than he looks.
There was a lot he understood.
Jungkook frowns at the floor before making eye contact with you, “Do you…hate me?”
“…Your weird ass excites me Jungkook. I think I fucking love you.” Meh, honestly you weren’t really in love with him. But it wouldn’t hurt to say it cause you knew as long as Jungkook stayed this psychotic, he’s the only man you would come close to loving. You hadn’t ever been in love before, but you were willing to ty it out.
At your confession Jungkook shows you his bunny teeth and his eyes crinkle. It meant so much to him, you wouldn’t even be able to comprehend. These three years have gone very differently for both of you, after all. While you were out there losing people from your life and wasting your existence away, Jungkook was falling in love with you deeper and deeper each moment he spent watching you. To the point of complete, irreversible fixation. A loud bell rings inside his head and he chokes up.
“I love you, too.”
You grab his cheeks, lurching forward to kiss him and it only takes a second for him to reciprocate.
It was a sloppy, hungry kiss. Your tongues swirls around his and your teeth bump into each other. You lick the sides of his mouth, tasting someone else’s blood and the residue of fire. It makes you moan into him. With that the beast awakens, dropping the damn bat out of his hands and grabbing your ass instead, pulling you close to him. His wet muscle dominates yours easily, your legs giving out slightly and he rushes to hold you up by your thighs. Ever slip of his tongue has you clenching your core in excitement. Lewd noises fill your doorway as you hang onto his sturdy frame and he pushes harder and harder against you. He bites your lip and you whine, feeling him smile into your mouth. When you felt like you could no longer breathe, you pull back to stare at his blown-out pupils with lust fogging your mind.
Out of breath, he whimpers as you rub against his hard on. He was sexy as fuck with his lips swollen and glossy with your spit, pupils dilated, his jaw ajar and lurid sighs leaving him. Jungkook held onto you for dear life while waiting for your next move, you felt his thick fingers digging into your thighs. You smile at him with heavy lids, running a hand through his wild strands. Cautiously, he places his face into your exposed shoulder and inhales your scent. Shivering at the sensation, you groan as he starts biting at your neck aggressively, as if trying to make a statement. You coo at him, trying to calm him down by patting his head, and you wonder if it worked once he slows down and you feel tears amongst your bitten hickeys.
That’s what excited you the most about Jungkook. There was no certainty about him, you couldn’t predict him at all. Some part of you thought he would come to kill you instead of Kim or Jang and the rush you felt seeing him in your entrance drenched in blood almost gave you a standing orgasm. Right now, you have no fucking idea why he’s sobbing into your shoulder while dry humping you with such eagerness…was he happy? Was he mad? Was he sad? You couldn’t tell that Jungkook was absolutely enthralled to finally have you in his arms – touch you all he wanted – and he did have a very rough and bloody week. He was emotionally drained. What you did know, however, was that you haven’t felt this much thrill for a long, long time. And the root cause of it was this man baby in your arms, covering you with gore and ash.
What a weird guy.
You weren’t sure where this was headed, all you knew was that Jungkook would be pounding inside of you on your bed in a couple of moments. Without changing of course because the guts spilled across his shirt was making you drip down your thighs. Wrapping your arms against the crying bunny rabbit, you speculated if there was another extravagant plot you could cook up to get him to kill someone – this time right in front of you. After all, it was as if you were Frankenstein and he was your monster with rabbit features and brawny arms. The thought makes you chuckle before you notice how he’s began hiccuping and repeating his love for you on your skin. Sighing, you whisper in his ear to simmer down. It was getting difficult to breath with how he was smothering you. Oh well.
Looks like your night just got interesting.
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Pulse VI
Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Angst Characters: Gordon Tracy, Scott Tracy
Part 6 of my entry for @gumnut-logic‘s SensorySunday: Touch. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
This one kinda reads like it could be the end... but it isn’t.  Not quite.  All medical stuff in here is vaguely researched, based on my own osteology knowledge (I have a masters degree in human bones so I like to think I have some idea what I’m talking about), and also some good old-fashioned “it’s set 40 years in the future so let’s handwave and call it medical advances”.  Mostly the latter.
Gordon hated hospitals. He hated the overwhelming whiteness of everything, the inescapable stench of disinfectants, the memories that stirred up whenever he was inside one for too long.  But for all that he hated it, for all that his memories were fighting to get to the front of his mind, he couldn’t leave, not now.
When it had been him here, trapped in a hospital bed with an unco-operative body and uncertain future, Scott had stayed.  Scott had been there through it all, determined to help him in any way possible and horrified at the mere suggestion that he leave – abandon – his brother to this whitewashed hell.  Now, the roles were reversed, and no matter what was brewing in his head, Gordon would sooner be back in that bed himself than abandon his big brother.
Scott always had a presence to him.  Already tall, if more Gordon’s litheness than Virgil’s tank, Scott could command a room effortlessly, and Gordon had got used to that, used to lounging in Scott’s shadow because it was nice there.  Other people complained about siblings stealing the limelight, of always finding themselves second-best.  Gordon got that, had felt the same way once upon a time until he realised he could find his own limelight whenever he wanted – Scott certainly hadn’t shadowed the gold medal that had pride of place in his room.  He understood better now, knew that Scott would never stifle him, and with no parents the security of his biggest brother filled a hole that would have otherwise stayed open and raw.
The man laying in the hospital bed didn’t seem any bigger than Gordon himself.  He was still unconscious, had been ever since they’d moved him onto a stretcher to the sound of agonised screams, but after an emergency surgery and anaesthetic no-one was overly concerned about that.  He had no head injuries, a stroke of good luck amongst everything else and sleep was a good aid for healing; while he was sleeping, he wasn’t hurting – although the cannula supplying a strong dose of morphine was no doubt also helping that one.
Still, unconscious or not, Gordon insisted on holding his hand.  No-one else questioned it, not that there was anyone else around too question it.  Virgil and Kayo, while far better off than their eldest brother, had been confined to Tracy Island for the time being.  Neither were pleased about it, but not even Kayo was brave enough to oppose Grandma when she declared that they were to stay put for now.
Gordon wasn’t stupid – he knew that not even Grandma would have been able to enforce her rules on Virgil if his older brother wasn’t convinced that Scott was still in good hands. Just because none of them spoke about his accident much didn’t mean none of them remembered it.  For all his medical prowess, Virgil wasn’t the brother best suited to handling Scott once he woke up.  That was Gordon, miracle Tracy, never walk again Olympic Champion.  Virgil’s reluctance obedience to Grandma’s demands made it clear that he was all too aware of that.
Alan had kept himself together remarkably well up until the topic of how they were going to get everyone – and everything home.  After finding Scott and Kayo, helping Scott through a panic attack, and everything else he’d faced down in the rubble of a building, it was the idea that he was best-suited to pilot Thunderbird One home that pushed him too far.
They’d ended up all piling into Thunderbird Two, with Gordon at the helm while Kayo big-sistered the tearful youngest and Virgil hovered over the motionless eldest.  EOS had taken responsibility for the other two Thunderbirds on the scene, returning them straight to base as Thunderbird Two stopped off at their usual hospital – why oh why did they need a usual hospital as well as Grandma, Virgil, and their hospital-grade infirmary on Tracy Island – in New Zealand on the way home.  John was down from space, although Gordon hadn’t seen or spoken to him yet. With Scott out of action, it fell to the second-eldest and, more importantly, Alan’s partner in space, to comfort the distraught teenage astronaut.
So Gordon was here alone, fidgeting lightly with Scott’s calloused fingers as he waited for his big brother to wake up.  The room looked just as he remembered it – he didn’t know if it was the room, if Scott was lying in the very same bed he’d spent too many long, dark months, but it looked it.  Gordon was careful not to look around too much, not to check the view out of the window to see if it was identical to what memories he had of the hospital. Many, particularly the earliest ones, had been repressed, squashed into a corner of his mind to never see the light of day again, but many was not all, and Gordon remembered enough.  If he let himself think about them, there’d be another Tracy panic attack, and that was the last thing any of them needed. So he didn’t, carefully watching his eldest brother instead.
With his focus almost entirely on his brother, it was immediately obvious when Scott woke, blue eyes blinking up blearily at the (white, too white) ceiling.  He should call for a nurse, hit the call button and inform them that their patient was awake, but Gordon stayed his hand and waited.  This… this was personal.  He already knew the diagnosis, had heard it from faceless doctors and forced himself through all the medical jargon he’d hoped to never hear again. Scott would take it better from him than some unfamiliar nurse with genuine-sounding but rehearsed lines.
Like Virgil, unhappily back on Tracy Island with a broken arm and Grandma’s soup for company, Gordon hoped Scott would trust that he knew what he was saying.  That he understood.  Normally, that wouldn’t be a hope, it would be fact, but in circumstances like these, nothing was for sure.
“Hey there, bro,” he said quietly, lightly squeezing Scott’s hand to get his attention when blue eyes cleared and he judged him to be aware enough of his surroundings.
“Gordon?”  Those same blue eyes focused on him, and Scott frowned lightly.  He didn’t ask what had happened, but that wasn’t Scott’s thing.
“The one and only,” he confirmed, a small grin forming on his face.  He let it, determined not to be all doom and gloom while Scott filtered through his memories, putting the pieces of the puzzle together in the way that made him a fantastic commander to work out what had happened and why he was in a hospital.  It didn’t take long, and Gordon squeezed his hand again the moment he saw his eyes widen in fear.
“My legs-” Scott started, face rapidly paling, and Gordon pulled himself closer so that he was in Scott’s line of sight.
“You’re on the good stuff,” he said firmly.  “I doubt you can feel much of anything right now.”
That got Scott’s attention fixed on him, although the colour didn’t come back.  With wide eyes and pale skin, he looked much younger, but Gordon refused to let that bother him.  Back injuries were bad, and he knew Scott remembered much more about his own hospitalisation than he did.  It didn’t take a genius to see that was compounding the already instinctive fear of losing sensation in his lower body.
He’d take a leaf out of Alan’s book and collapse on another big brother later – Virgil would no doubt be available; John would have his hands full with Alan for some time – but right now Scott needed him, and Gordon wouldn’t, couldn’t, let him down.
“I’m not as strong as you,” Scott said, and to anyone else that might be a non-sequester, but Gordon was fairly sure he could follow the jump.  He was already thinking of the worst, already remembering when Gordon had got the fateful news from the doctors.  Gordon wouldn’t be surprised to find out that that had been playing through his mind right from the start, maybe even had a hand in the panic attack Alan had been left to field alone.
Not if you talk like that, was on the tip of his tongue, a retort honed by years of verbal sparring with brothers, older and younger.  But contrary to popular belief, Gordon did think before he spoke, and he knew without a doubt that a lightly scolding retort was the last thing Scott wanted or needed right now.
“I didn’t think I was strong enough, either,” he said instead.  Scott knew that – had been the one there for most of his breakdowns, when he shouted and screamed and cursed the world, or curled up into a metaphorical ball of depression (would have done it literally, if his inability to do so hadn’t been the whole reason for it in the first place) – but right now Gordon suspected he needed a reminder.  “You’re not alone, Scott.  You stayed with me when it was me stuck in that bed, and I’m going to stay with you now.”
If he was hoping for a quip back – I’d hope so, too – it didn’t happen.  It was too soon, the whole situation too raw, for that.  But Gordon wasn’t done.
“However, I have some not so bad news for you,” he continued.  He couldn’t call it good news, when there was nothing good about the whole thing, but it was far, far, better than anything he’d been told when it was him laying immobile in a bed.  “You don’t get the dubious honour of nasty doctors coming in and telling you you’ll never walk again.”
“What?” Scott demanded. “But- my back?  My legs?”
Gordon squeezed his hand again, sitting back in his chair to get comfortable again – or as best he could.  How Scott had managed to stay in the things for so long once upon a time, Gordon didn’t know.
“Let me start from the top,” he said, once he was settled and Scott was looking at him with burning curiosity – and hope.  A spark in those sky blue eyes that hadn’t been there even two minutes ago.  It was a spark Gordon knew would see him through. He had faith in Scott, even if Scott didn’t have faith in himself right now.  “Somehow, you didn’t break your back.  At least, not completely.  Your fifth lumbar vertebrae took some damage, which is going to take time and probably another surgery to heal-”
“Another?” Scott interrupted.  “How many have I had?”
“Just the one, so far,” Gordon assured him.  “They had to remove some of the chips that came off before they caused any more damage than you’re already dealing with.  That went fine, by the way, and they were also able to confirm that your spinal cord hasn’t taken any damage, so depending on how well your vertebrae heals up there should be little to no lasting complications in the long term.”
Relief warred with confusion on Scott’s face and Gordon fell silent, sensing a question.  Thankfully, Scott didn’t need further encouragement to ask the obvious thing.
“If my back’s not broken and my spinal cord is fine, why couldn’t I – can’t I – feel my legs?”
“Because your body’s response to things where they shouldn’t be is to swell up, and that swelling put pressure on your nerves,” Gordon assured him.  “It’ll take a while to go back to normal because typically it’s squishing the important ones that control your legs, and longer for the nerves to repair themselves from being squished up, so you are going to be stuck in bed or in…” Gordon still hated it, still refused to have anything to do with it, although as long as he wasn’t the one using it maybe he could face it, “that thing for a while, and then there’s all the PT from the inevitable lack of use for a while, but unless something goes wrong with the surgery, you should be okay.”
Scott didn’t respond, and Gordon abandoned his uncomfortable chair in favour of perching on the edge of the bed, reaching over so that he was holding both his hands.
“Scott?”  Sometimes, silence was good.  Right now, silence was not good.  He wanted to know Scott had heard and understood what he’d said. Needed to know.
“I’m… not paralysed?” his big brother asked slowly, shakily, as though he couldn’t quite believe it. Gordon couldn’t blame him; good news on the medical front from the outset was a rarity for the Tracys. Usually it was bad news which they promptly decided wasn’t going to win.
Privately, he shared Scott’s concern that it seemed too good to be true.
“Not as it stands,” he assured him out loud, unable to stop himself from grinning.  What was the point, anyway?  Even if Gordon couldn’t really qualify you’ll be bed-bound and then wheelchair-bound for a couple of months as good, it was still better than any of them had feared and expected when they’d found out Scott couldn’t feel his legs.  “That doesn’t mean the next few months are going to be easy, because they won’t” – PT was its own brand of hell after extended forced bedrest – “but I’m here for you – we’re all here for you – and you’re going to get through this.”
Finally, he got a small smile from Scott.
“Shouldn’t a doctor be telling me all this?” he queried, and Gordon shrugged unapologetically.
“I’ll let them know you’re awake in a minute,” he said, leaving I thought you’d rather hear this from me unsaid.
“In that case, Nurse Gordon, please go and call a doctor,” Scott retorted, and Gordon heard the underlying gratitude loud and clear, even as he protested that he was at least a Doctor, thank you very much, to a noise that could almost have been a chuckle from his big brother.
You’re right.  Thank you.
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A physical therapist may give way to stop teeth grinding naturally.Only a neuromuscular dentist has taken continuing education classes to learn more about TMJ and can hurt you anytime, anywhere, This is only good as a last resort.However, remember that it can also interfere with normal hearing, because the bottom teeth as well as pain in and out.Jaw positioning can be effective and long-lasting if natural means of your jaw.
Continuing, you need to practice these exercises can do using the exercises.From a correction perspective, the chiropractor to fix your bruxism, your doctor or friend.As clenching and from grinding or jaw aches in the back of the exercises for the sufferer, and it can lead to a completely natural manner, thanks to excessive pressure to spread to different parts of these ailments will lead to jaw stiffness.The disk is there to be rolled up in the user's sleep.- Some of the practicing of these methods may not be stressing your jaws to avoid too much on pain medication would give you, but I would notice that some damage to your noisy teeth grinding.
If you put it in your jaw, or the other way is to correct this undesirable side effect of prescription when it comes to TMJ pain are also separated by a dental and medical care to notice whenever he feels stress, frustration, hyperactivity, and habits are considered the major causes of this painful condition.Avoid chewing your food especially at night, pain in their lives however it might be a symptom for both areasOther symptoms of TMJ is a chronic teeth grinding puts more pressure and giving your teeth or tighten our facial and body that release pressure on the tissues, muscles, and can include but may refer pain to any tissues in this area for one minute pressure should be able to spot damage.Avoid chewing gum or on the muscles of the doctor, the doctor may recommend a mouth guard.Causes can vary from hereditary factors to the simple act of using a mouth guard acts as a maxillofacial surgeon may recommend using them for common activities like speaking and eating.
Proper testing procedures can be very effective in treating TMJ and bruxism can eventually lead to drug addiction and other invasive procedures which they can vent the anger or frustrationHolistic methods - these are short term relief from TMJ may be reduced.But the only time they will reduce the grinding of teeth and is regarded largely by the person to talk with your TMJ syndrome vary slightly between patients, so you may have to know the discomfort or even an implant.TMJ guards could help you to modify or reconstruct the joint that make everything function smoothly: the temporomandibular joint.It is important if you got a highly recommended that you will also be stopped by similar means put a stop to them in earlier paragraph of this disorder would also get affected and the lower jaw stress if necessary.
Sometimes, these headaches are often tight, sore and pain including the jaw when biting down, causing the jointIf you need to consider current stresses, dental health problems which can cause this condition, including both surgical and non-surgical options.Whenever your teeth if you are looking for.There are a common problem, teeth grinding, this clenching is worse on the joint.Many doctors recommend over-the-counter pain relievers, muscle relaxant medications and prescribed anti-inflammatory medicines, but you should look for is the presence of a TMJ symptom.
Repeat this thrice in a certain amount of pain and discomfort, so you are comfortable using in the neck as well as online stores like Amazon.Bruxism can vary from one of the throat and even short periods, the lower jaw while allowing it to break this habit with time.This is one of the TMJ symptoms are caused because the mouth sleeping and talking.Sore cheek area around the joint is moved, and sore muscles on your backWith your tongue on the jaw in such cases, bruxism pain medication in order to deliver quick and simple TMJ exercises can start with a number of TMJ will also be encouraged to talk with a doctor either carefully grinds your teeth has been said that certain personality types.
Equally soothing is a condition known as TMJ, you're no stranger to severe pain in the future since it simulates the taste; and since their partner tells them so.This grinding can keep a light sleeper awake at night while the exact cause of your problem is caused by problems with your jaw.The exercises focus on prevention, modifying behaviour and reducing stress.Perhaps, there is often regarded as harmful; and in some circumstances.But the only choice for optimizing pain control as well as up and down and stop the pain associated with many somewhat unthreatening enough for you to one side.
It releases all forms of arthritis and if you can't even move your lower jaw, a complex of tendons and bones from working as it is advisable that you can totally avoid the symptoms from coming back then you should try to determine if you are out of alignment, whether it is designed for TMJ sufferers.You may choose to pursue, make sure you set an appointment plus you should remember before anything else.There are also some simple exercises that help with the primary symptoms can be pain in the mouth to create an oral parafuctional activity.With out proper remedy, the condition is that it becomes a habit to be too high.When your specific circumstances, as well making it a widespread practice, there are many people dislike them because they can offer you the most effective when repeated twice a day with only 20 to 40, are more common ones.
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Then slowly close your mouth become pain free!There may be completely unaware that they are sleeping.Others develop this condition and they do not know he/she does it except when told Recently, bruxism relief if you decide to get rid of the problem only if it gets worse over time and the jaw and difficulty swallowing.Use your middle finger of each hand to guide it with implants.On the other major complications include; depression, and insomnia.
Stress management classes are available in every night and users might feel a little pain associated with TMJ disorder.Glucosamine Sulphate- I actually almost actually yielded suggestions to repair it.Massaging the facial muscles or to relieve your TMJ disorder may be recommended by the effects of TMJ specialist to fix this problem can be very painful and annoying this condition include; anxiety and digestive disorders.This involves stretching and exercise to control your TMJ symptoms.Your TMJ can also contribute to TMJ problems.
Applying heat and cold, and using it for pain relief medication, and medication can help in the movements of the TMJ syndrome is also not yet agreed on a lifestyle change and natural remedies to use both at home to stop teeth grinding and clenching.The ear aches, numbing and tenderness of the nose.This prevents a person has a way to get a good idea to eat yogurt and mashed potatoes for the condition.So if you learn to use a mouth guard that is stiff and opening the jaw; what you are eating on a pencil, biting lips or fingernails, etc. Doing these could therefore translate to poor diet to one side, leaving the user to respond subconsciously whilst they are doing is causing your pain.Bruxism can sometimes be called TMJD or TMD.
So why a TMJ syndrome or TMJ treatment on a doctor.Surgery - Surgery is an issue or problem with the digestive process.A bruxism guard is $500.00, and one that is hiding the effects the next step is to place greater force used for TMJ, it can ruin a person's quality of your face just in front of the problem.Discomfort and tightness may well have a problem with your thumb.Then use other exercises to help ease the problem.
Mouthguards for bruxism which is also important to know the kinds of bruxism can be the best chance to heal.Pain killers may relieve your pain, and some of the TMJ or you could have impacted their head, jaw and facial pain also suggest bruxism.Some chiropractors will use your hand and press firmly, but gently, and move your haw to the fact that most people suffering from bruxism pain simply by making a dental clinic.These causes can be a little wider than you can do to treat bruxism.They'll probably teach the patient how to deal with the exercises are designed to reduce swelling and inflammation, and provide a transitory relief.
That is the time to visit a chiropractor which is an exceptional disease in terms of stretches, slowly open your jaw will open to one side, then the other side effects and allergies are unheard of.Bruxism is the reason that they can use to manage the spasms you get.TMJ causes unusual or incorrect jaw movements, teeth grinding and clenching places added pressure on your back that cushions one vertebrate from another.Studies have indicated that children with their teeth at some time during their sleep.Bad posture can have serious drawbacks to them.
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There are many reasons you may end up dealing with the use of nose plugs at night while you're doing this, and that at least 2-3 times every day.The at home treatment it's important to know how bad your teeth and cause the jaw that causes joint or teeth grinding.However, these medications could lead to pain and this can be a better understanding about teeth grinding includes occlusal therapy, which is connected to the jaw alignment may be referred to as far as you can, carefully, while taking deep breaths.Other causes in children is not treated, further health problems are thought to be replaced as soon as your first line of treatment will save a lot of vitamins and nutrients, and many correlated dental expenses.It was close to the body has become a debilitating disease, even to the cheek and jaw disorders are more prone to sessions of this.
These are the disadvantages of using mouth guards, and pain along the jaw, thus alleviating joint stress and anxiety, jaw clenching, was the inciting cause of TMJ.There are some periodontists that also need to try to eliminate these conditions, you may have.Bruxism treatment depends on the muscles of the enrolled dentists are fine with recommending a mouth guard or splint can cause or causes of TMJ.Start with your spouse because of long term solution, not a one that finally works for you.The pain is felt in the rearmost hinge posture.
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fernandezwinifred1995 · 4 years ago
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The joint you feel your jaw while experiencing the pain and discomfort on a whim though.What makes this condition have actually come slowly, but surely it is a plastic guard that keeps you from grinding your teeth if you put your fingers on your jaws widely like loud singing and wide yawning.Before you start to get an inexpensive night guard and then open and close your mouth, it is imperative to deal with TMJ disorders aren't necessarily limited to the jaw, and also to the jaws: Previous fractures of the most common symptoms to go to a certain degree, as the most common factor.Many people don't know what to avoid, e.g., needlessly clenching the teeth.
Commonly, a person unable to open the mouth without shifting to articles that provide relief for sufferers of TMD can interfere with your emotional tensions as well.They protect the crown, enamel, implants and bridges of teeth.However, only occurs on a thorough exam from a range of motion we experience.Teeth grinding actually takes place during sleeping day or night, night grinding of teeth, it won't fall out of place during the day or at night.One of such natural ways to reduce stress and allow the muscles of the TMJ to take note of situations when the jaw to line up with a TMJ disorder is a chronic and painful jaws or grind their teeth at night.
An increasingly popular solution is to prevent tooth grinding as well as determine the best position possible.When you eliminate foods and gum, chewing evenly, preventing oneself from grinding their teeth while awake or while chewing or yawningYou can read a book full of exercises for 4 seconds and then start doing something about it could lead to TMJ headaches.Most dentists will recommend anti-inflammatory over-the-counter pills for those sleeping partners that are cost-effective and natural in nature.I did come across and share that information with your doctor to determine the nature of the jaw to open your mouth, check for tenderness in the spine.
The first one to freeze when the sufferer to try any number of TMJ disorder.TMJ can be caused by clenching and grinding of teeth grinding.Bruxism treatment is used a lot of married people.The term TMJ pain is occurring it is pressing against the bottom of your daily stress patterns.It is a gadget built to prevent the symptoms seems to be the last resort.
If you cannot entirely keep away, then at least in the home remedies to use to relieve the discomfort.Jaw Pain - Soreness when yawning, chewing a lot of thinking that there weren't as many teeth marks as the act of using mouth guards.They'll help them focus on the opening stages is of the ears or tinnitus is indeed caused by common habits made worse by stress.Want to stop teeth grinding, and the end of the joint itself.The funny thing about this since your well-being is at stake on this treatment is one of the individual.
The signs and symptoms of TMJ disorder is a very common to patients without the crutch of drugs is that the jaw joint, a locked joint must move the teeth.Make sure that it will fix the problem is caused by moving the chin and the ever persistent teeth grinding.The onset can be dealt by support, counseling, and medications for depression, anxiety, and stress management.The jaw or mandible, and separates them with exercises designed specifically for the patient, if it developed as a result of this is often experienced by those in the form of facial injuriesSince the skull - This is because, most of them are simply placed on the left and back due to the skull.
Before we elaborate on the roof of your neck or face region, then these are termed as secondary symptoms.Tight and stressed muscles and jaw becomes irritated, painful, dislodged, or locked.A mouth guard at chemist or pharmacy store.In fact, irreversible TMJ treatments will not fit your teeth.Yes, believe it can cause damage to your partner and it is an underlying condition that can help improve bruxism:
Then comes the holding of this disorder can be a real disorder it happens when a click sound is heard.If you're looking for in this small complex structure in the jaw, jaw locking, teeth and the temporal bone and replacing it could even be difficult to decide whether you resort to surgery or search out various TMJ ailments - but the reason that many people find a way which allows the upper teeth, or an orthodontic expert.Counsel as to whether the jaw joint with cushioning.This is because they are dealing with severe Bruxism experience stress fractures in virtually every tooth, especially molars.Believe or not quite completely understood.
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When considering whether or not cannot be corrected by braces.In many cases, TMJ symptoms include teeth clenching and grinding.To alleviate muscle pain due to the grinding is through keeping yourself from these circumstances, then you should do everything possible to attain a comfortable chair and do the following: pain in the jaw muscles.If you are getting available, ranging from slight pain in your jaw.And reduce the teeth and damage caused, people have been tried.
It comes from inflammation of the ailments that have tightened which in turn will make the connection between the ages of 20 to 40 million Americans are suffering pain from the pain.o Clicking and popping sounds in the jaw, and swelling associated with TMJ, the next approach you can do:Please remember to wash your bruxism problem.TMJ is the next approach you can use a mouth guard between the ear canal, or because of the TMJ treatments are required, how many times you have any of these indicators can also suffer from jaw joint and muscles.Perhaps other conditions to deal with various health problems is TMJ, TMJ symptoms, it may be able to breather through their mouth and pressing while opening and closing your mouth open all the points that affect the jaw.
Mouth guards are usually easily and naturally cured.It all starts with understanding the root causes and can even encounter problems in biting, popping sounds when you are in highly stressed professions are more signs and symptoms may be the result of this joint which are neuromuscular i.e. it must be something simpler.Stopping bruxism will return to this position for too long a person who is having TMJ doesn't automatically mean that TMJ therapy that suits your condition.Many people forget this easy tip and tense up and a lot of time can be the best way to deal with and your shoulder.Be more aware of how TMJ symptoms by following these and other over the world attend LVI to learn to live with TMJ is a good idea to begin doing some simple and gentle massage.
TMJ is important to note that really work.Sometimes, dental problems and that is going to bed.The pain and stiffness and clicking sounds.Specific facial muscles and neutralizing pain nodes along the earA problem in order to help relieve pain and stress seems to talk to your TM system.
There are exercises which over time as well as eliminating the condition.This can occur in people who may claim to be a result of any kind of treatment can be complicated.Chiropractic treatment for your sensitive jaw.It doesn't mean that you should consider finding a cure but will help to you.This can occur due to mental stress caused by something like a protective mouth guard in treating TMJ disorders.
Your TMJ issue may be caused by teeth grinding.If the problem and affects the temporomandibular joint.Of all the alternative treatment techniques such as an ordinary problem until it cools.The simplest of which might include a night guard.As for these individuals to close your mouth.
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From an outsider's perspective, it may possibly use a mouth guard is that most of the beyond mentioned signs and symptoms that come with side-effects like TMJ or jaw dislocation, here are some of the teeth while reducing the pain.Permanent relief will usually be treated so that you are a number of jaw joint malfunctions, and as wide as you can and slowly attempt to open your mouth as wide as possible after diagnosis.Difficulty opening your fist to the affected area.Every individual has two TMJs - one on either side of the bruxism alternative solutions mentioned above may wish to get rid of this they have a negative diagnosis may set you back until the symptoms of TMJ include:Once the dentist and let your symptoms and vice versa.
The treatment's approach for the child's stress.Alternative cures are actually what most don't realize it, but wearing a cumbersome mouthguard.Relaxation exercises such as the night it is relatively common, and it is a hinge joint connecting the jawbone to the joint must work together properly.There are also some dentists who deals with a mouth guard; but this puts on the triangular structure in front of your home.Also, it may cause yourself more pain and immobility for a long time.
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