#i loved his story from both the event and the intimacy rooms

[pwurrz]

i can’t believe me, a yakumo fan, enjoyer, lover, etc, being upset that yakumo’s experienced nothing but misery in nearly every event he’s been in for the past two years was so shocking and confusing to some people that they felt the need to tell me about confusing and shocking it is, and how weird i am. i know i’m not the only one who feels this way, so it’s undoubtedly not just me inspiring such confusion, but i didn’t know my.. ahem, emotional post i made at 6am would garner such a reaction.

like is it really that wacky that i want my favourite character to be happy?? is it truly that hard to comprehend my and other people’s desire to see him finally experience some positive change for once??? i don’t think it is!!! i think it’s quite normal to be upset that a character who’s been treated like a punching bag over the course of his entire life seemingly has to keep suffering to learn his lesson and have character development!!

and i know he’s able to experience character growth without experiencing trauma, because during idol fest he learned that he’s allowed to experience love and admiration from other people and that he doesn’t have to worry about being a burden to his friends!! that was chill, no one was dying or on the verge of death, and yet he still gained self confidence!! is it too much to ask for something like that again???

but idk. maybe i am a sensitive weirdo. maybe i do care too much about this in a way that’s frankly silly to other people..

[thewulf]

Easy Skies || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - Feeling cuddly so you end up cuddling Jake for the first time in the early stages of your relationships. How this would lead to them napping together? Nothing but praises and love affirmations between them. Soft kisses. Readers first kiss with Jake.

A/N: Ahhh sorry I've been gone! Been enjoying summer :)

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.7k +

T/W : None just fluff

It’s been several weeks since you and Jake officially started seeing each other. You met at a community event honoring local heroes where Jake shared stories of his missions and the places his career had taken him. Your own interest in aerial photography sparked a quick and deep conversation between the two of you leading to an instant connection.

It was going really well. The two of you taking your time with everything. He shared stories of how we was reckless in the past and you were already very cautionary with types like his. So, you tested him a bit. Only kisses on the cheek, nothing more. And he did passed with flying colors. He never pressured you, never pushed for more. But now you were ready for something more. You're spending a lazy Sunday at Jake’s apartment for the first time. His place reflects his life as a pilot. It was decorated with navigational charts. With different models of aircraft he’s flown and photographs from around the world. The walls hold framed maps marked with the various places he's visited, each one holding a story he's eager to share with you.

As the afternoon fades into evening, you both settle into the comfortable couch in his living room. The soft music playing in the background mixes with the mellow golden light streaming through the windows creating a serene atmosphere. It's a rare and quiet moment for Jake who is usually caught up in the demanding schedule of a Navy pilot. You cherish the peaceful intimacy that has formed between you. Today’s simplicity is a precious contrast to the complexities of your usual routines.

As you both relax into the couch Jake recounts a comical error from his last training exercise. He'd accidentally swapped his day’s checklist with another pilot’s which led to some light-hearted confusion and teasing from his crew.

“You seriously went through half the pre-flight with the wrong list?” you laugh while shaking your head in amusement.

“Yep,” Jake admits with a grin. “It was only when I called out the wrong coordinates that someone caught on. We all had a good laugh about it later.” The conversation winds down as you both sink into the rhythm of each other’s presence, comfortable and at ease. There’s a genuine simplicity in the way you interact, no need for constant chatter. Jake’s job as a pilot often surrounds him with high stakes and rigor making these peaceful moments particularly valuable.

“It’s nice, isn’t it? Just being able to sit and talk without rushing anywhere,” Jake comments. His tone relaxed.

“It really is,” you agree as you smiled over at him. “Especially with good company.”

He returns your smile with a warm, appreciative one of his own. As the room fills with the soft hum of a new song the day closes around you both, cozy and familiar. Like a well-loved jacket that’s been washed a hundred times. It’s easy, it’s comfortable. And right now, it’s exactly what you both need.

As the afternoon shadows stretch across the room a yawn escapes you, shifting the comfortable silence. Jake catches it and chuckles, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “Tired?” he teases before nudging you gently with his elbow.

“Maybe a little,” you admit while stretching your arms above your head. “It’s been a long week.”

Jake nods understandingly. His gaze softening. “How about we take a little nap then? Recharge a bit?”

You playfully raise an eyebrow. A smile tugging at your lips. “Only if you’re joining. I hear you’re the best pillow around here.”

Jake’s laughter fills the room, warm and infectious. “Is that so? Well, I can’t let you down then.” He shifts himself making room on the couch and pats the spot next to him "Come here," he says softly. His voice blending with the low melody. With a contented smile you slide closer until you're nestled against him. Your head resting comfortably on his broad chest. You can feel the steady beat of his heart through the soft fabric of his shirt. A reassuring rhythm that echoes quietly in your ear. Jake's arm wraps securely around you with his hand resting gently on your back. The warmth of his touch and the rise and fall of his chest with each breath he takes bring an overwhelming sense of peace and safety.

For a few moments you simply listen, taking in the sound of his heartbeat and the soft, steady breaths he draws. It's a new level of intimacy of sharing this quiet closeness without the need for words. Jake's hand moves in slow, soothing strokes across your back further relaxing you. With each passing second the world beyond the walls of Jake’s apartment seems to drift further away. You're drawn into this serene bubble where the only things that matter are the soft fabric of the couch, the gentle caress of Jake's hand, and the comforting rhythm of his heart.

Jake breaks the silence with a whisper that's barely audible over the music. "This is nice," he murmurs. His breath tickling your ear. You hum in agreement as you were too content and relaxed to form words. The trust and affection in this simple act of cuddling deepen, marking a beautiful, quiet milestone in your growing relationship.

As the soft jazz continues to play creating a soothing backdrop, the room grows quieter still. The comfort of Jake’s embrace coupled with the warm, gentle atmosphere lulls you deeper into relaxation. His breathing becomes slower, more rhythmic, signaling his own descent into sleep. You feel his grip tighten just a bit. A subconscious affirmation of his presence and protection. Gradually, the space between wakefulness and sleep blurs. Your thoughts drift away, anchored only by the steady heartbeat beneath your ear. In the safety of Jake’s arms sleep seems like the most natural progression. Without planning it you both drift off. The world narrowing down to the couch where you lie together.

The nap isn't long but it’s restorative. Exactly what you needed. As you both sleep there’s an unspoken exchange of trust and comfort. It’s one thing to share conversations and activities but another to share such vulnerability as sleep in each other’s presence. This mutual comfort speaks volumes about the trust and closeness developing between you.

Time slips by quietly and when you eventually stir it’s to the feeling of Jake’s fingers lightly brushing through your hair. His movements are soft and careful, designed not to wake you but to reassure himself you’re still there. You open your eyes slowly meeting his gaze which is filled with a quiet joy.

“Hey,” he whispers. As if speaking too loudly might break the spell of the peaceful moment you've shared.

“Hey,” you respond with your voice just as soft. The simple exchange feels like a gentle reconnection to the world affirming the comfort and affection that wrapped around you both as you slept. The nap together was simple yet intimate. It deepens the connection between you. Each quiet breath shared adding another layer to your growing relationship.

The afternoon light has softened into a cozy twilight by the time you both stir from your nap. You’re still wrapped in Jake’s arms and as your eyes meet there’s a playful spark between you that feels both exciting and comforting. “Welcome back,” Jake murmurs. His voice low and slightly husky from sleep. He leans forward pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. Then one on the tip of your nose, which makes you giggle.

“Is that how you wake up all your guests?” you tease. Your voice light and tinged with laughter.

“Only the special ones,” he replies with a grin with his eyes crinkling at the corners. He doesn’t stop there though. His kisses wander from your cheek to your jawline, each peck light and teasing, drawing more giggles from you. The laughter that fills the room is warm, echoing the affectionate mood.

Jake’s playful kisses continue by tracing a path down the side of your neck, sending a shiver of delight through you. You can’t help but catch him by the collar before pulling him back up to meet your eyes. “You’re going to make it impossible to leave this couch,” you laugh while still holding onto his shirt.

“That’s the plan,” he whispers back. His voice playful yet sincere. Then in a swift, fluid motion he captures your lips with his in a kiss that’s deeper and more intentional than the playful ones before. This kiss feels like a culmination of all the gentle pecks, each one adding a layer to the profound connection you’re building together.

As you break away there’s a shared smile. A mutual understanding of the affection and joy weaving through each interaction, each touch, each kiss. The playfulness adds a lightness to your relationship. He made moments like these not just romantic but genuinely fun, enriching the bond you share with laughter and love. After the laughter subsides and the atmosphere settles into a comfortable quiet, Jake looks at you with a contented smile. His eyes reflecting a gentle appreciation. "These moments with you. They're the highlight of my week," he says quietly. His voice carrying a note of sincerity.

Feeling a warm glow from his words you nod and smile softly. Your response understated but genuine. "It always feels different when I'm with you. It's easy, you know?" Your words are simple, echoing the straightforwardness of your time together.

Jake's response is a nod, his smile lingering. "Let's keep it that way," he replies. His agreement simple yet full of promise. The conversation feels natural, reflecting the comfort and understated affection that characterizes your relationship. As twilight transitions into the deep blue of night neither of you feels ready to break the comfortable cocoon you've formed on the couch. Jake glances at the clock, then back at you with a playful challenge in his eyes.

"How about we order some dinner?" he suggests. His tone casual but hopeful. "I'm not quite ready for this day to end. But I don’t think I can get up quite yet."

You laugh while agreeing instantly. "Sounds perfect. What are you in the mood for?"

"Pizza okay with you?" Jake asks already reaching for his phone to place the order.

"Always a good choice," you reply settling back against his chest while feeling utterly at ease.

The wait for the food is filled with more soft conversations. Each shared thought strengthening the bond between you. As the evening unfolds it becomes clear that days like these are just the beginning of what you both hope will be many more shared experiences.

When the food arrives, you set up a makeshift dining area on the coffee table, continuing the easy flow of the day into the evening. Each slice of pizza comes with stories you share. Each laugh making the room warmer. As the evening winds down, you find yourselves eagerly talking about other things you could do together, from movie nights to hiking trips. The night ends not just with satisfied appetites but with the excitement of planning future outings. It's clear that your relationship is blossoming. Full of promise for more beautiful days and nights shared in each other’s company.

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[wcnderlnds]

bucket hats & trench coats | peter maximoff

・❥・summary: peter ralph gets caught up in the westview incident

・❥・word count: 2.1k

・❥・warnings: 18+, nsfw. female reader, p in v, unprotected sex, car sex, agatha all along spoilers kinda, swearing.

・❥・ authors note: this is pure filth im so sorry. also bless @jazz-berry for getting caps of our boy that i just had to use for this 💕

The click clack of fingers zooming across a keyboard was the only sound that rang out through the room. Peter’s eyes were solely fixed on the computer screen as he typed up his newest Reddit post. Ever since the events of Westview had happened and his mind was his own, he was determined to spread the truth of what had really happened. He was the hero Westview needed. Thing was, nobody really cared to listen to his ramblings about Wanda and Agatha and how he’d been manipulated by both.

Apart from you. Everything Peter had experienced, you had, too. The hex had taken you both under control. The only difference was that had only been under Wanda’s control and not hers and Agatha’s like Peter had been. It had taken a real toll on him. He was still himself but he was… paranoid, guarded like he couldn’t trust anyone.

“Holy shitballs, dude,” he spun around in his chair to face you who was sprawled out on the couch with a book in your hand. At the sound of his voice, you peered over at him, a brow raised in question. “Some kid wants to meet up to talk about the whole Westview shit. We gotta go meet him, babe. He wants to know all about Agatha and Wanda and the freaky crap that went down.”

As you looked at Peter, you couldn’t help but frown. He was still as handsome as ever but his face was now adorned with a beard, the lines and bags around his eyes more prominent than ever. His hair was an unruly mess of half silver, half brown. He’d dyed it to try and hide himself but had never kept up with it so now the roots of his curls were a shocking silver that mismatched the brown. His eyes that once held so much joy, so much fun were now full of fear and vulnerability.

“Okay, if that’s what you want to do then, yeah,” you nod.

That’s how you ended up in a parking lot the next evening. Peter looked ridiculous stood beside you in a long trench coat and a bucket hat. Although, maybe in a weird sort of way it was a look. Or maybe you were just so desperate for your boyfriends touch that you were finding anything about him attractive now. Intimacy had come to a complete halt after everything that happened. He spent most of his time on Reddit trying to spread his story. The whole thing had really put a strain on your relationship but you loved this man and there was no way you were leaving him when he needed you the most. So what if you had to touch yourself most nights just for some relief. If that’s the way it had to be then fine.

“You look ridiculous,” you hissed at him, shaking your head. “Do you really need all of this?”

“It’s a disguise, duh! Can’t have him recognising me, can I? That’s why I’m going by Ralph… I mean, Randal — whatever fake name that police dude gave me. What’s up with you anyway? You’re crabby,” he took a sideways glance at you before glancing down at his watch.

“Nothing.” It was a mumble, hands stuffed into the jacket of Peter’s you were wearing. As he was about to speak again - or, more accurately, call you out - a car pulled into the lot. This was it. “Just be careful, okay?”

Leaning up, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. His beard tickling your face, the sensation only increasing those impure thoughts of wondering what it’d feel like somewhere else, somewhere lower. Peter nodded, giving your hand a squeeze before you jogged off back to the car. This was his thing. It was something he needed to do alone so you made yourself comfy in the backseat of the car, pulling up a game on your phone to pass the time.

It felt like too much time had passed since you left your boyfriend to his meet up so with concern, you got out of the car. Peter was walking around in circles, alone, mumbling to himself. Walking over to him, you approached cautiously. “Peter?”

“I forgot to tell him so much. Damn, I’m an idiot. Do you think he’d meet up again? I need to tell him about the rabbit and….” You cut him off by taking his hand in yours.

“I think you need to relax. This isn’t good for you.”

“It’s the only thing I can think about. It’s the only thing going through my head at any given point. All I can think about is the awful things those… witches… made me do.”

At the word witches, you cut in with “bitches” causing the tiniest of smiles to creep onto his face. You had missed his smile. It was one of the most beautiful things on the planet and you’d do anything to see it again.

“I know, baby. But… you’re letting this consume you and… it’s driving us apart. I miss my boyfriend. I miss my Peter. I miss joking around, going on dates, you stealing stuff for me, being intimate with each other. Do you not realise how long it’s been since we had sex?” You sighed, playing with the fingers on his hand.

“…fuck,” he let out a sigh of his own, the realisation hitting him. Hard. How the heck could he forget about the most important person in his life? No, he wasn’t having that. He had to make it up to you and quick - luckily that just so happened to be his speciality. His hands slid down your sides, finding your hips and pulling you into him. “I’m sorry. I’ve been the worst fucking boyfriend. Let me make it up to you?”

Everything that happened next was a blur. Before you knew it, you were laid on the backseat of the car, legs spread wide with Peter between them. You had no idea where your panties were — Peter had pulled them off in a frenzy. His tongue teased along your folds elicting the most precious sounds he’d ever heard from you. Every brush of his tongue drove you wilder and wilder. His beard rubbing against your thighs only adding to the growing desire in the pit of your stomach. His lips sucked on your sensitive bud causing you to whimper, hands flying to his hair until you realised he had the stupid goddamn bucket hat on still.

“Peter,” you breathed out.

“Yeah, baby, you like that?” His tongue swirled around your clit, completely oblivious to how annoyed you were.

“Peter!” This time he looked up at you from between your legs. “Take the stupid fucking hat off.”

“You mean it’s not doing it for you? Thought bucket hats were all the rage,” he snickered but he took it off, tossing it into the front of the car then dove back in like a man starved. The long, broad stripes of his tongue sliding through your pussy was like ecstasy. God, you had missed this. When you felt him prodding at your entrance, your hands once again flew to his hair this time tangling in it successfully as his tongue dove into you.

“Oh shit,” you moaned, hips bucking into his mouth as his tongue explored your plush walls. Peter could do this all day. Your moans were like music to his ears, the taste of you the best thing he’d ever have on his lips.

“That’s it, baby,” he mumbled against you, his tongue making its way back to your clit. “Gonna come for me, pretty girl? Gonna let me make it up to you?” Between the kitten licks and the sound of him sucking up your juices, you were sure you were about to see heaven but then the little shit thrusted two fingers inside you. Your body arched as he pumped them at a rapid pace. The stimulation of his tongue and fingers was too much for you to handle and you came. Peter lapped at you, his fingers not letting up as he rode you through your orgasm.

He pulled his fingers from you. A shit eating smirk - one reminiscent of the old Peter - was plastered on his face when his eyes met yours. Seeing your release over his lips was enough to almost trigger another orgasm. It really had been so fucking long. “Not done yet.”

Through the dimly lit windows you could see him, rubbing his hard-on through the fabric of his jeans. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you leaned forward, one hand reaching out to pop the button and pull down the zipper. With his help, you pulled down his jeans and boxers enough to free him. You reached out, stroking his cock, the pearly beads of pre-cum leaking from him. With your thumb, you spread it around his tip, causing a groan to pass his lips.

“Damn, babe, keep that up and I’m gonna shoot a load on you in two seconds.” He pushed your hand off him. “Need to fuck you now. Need to fuck you real good to make up for the last year.” He pumped himself a few times, his brows furrowed as he looked at you. “Trench coat on or off?”

You contemplated it for a second. “Fuck it, keep it on. Makes you look like a mysterious hot grandpa.”

“Grandpa?! You little brat.”

That was all you heard before he pushed his cock into your tight walls. He bottomed out in one thrust, filling you to the hilt. God, it felt so good to feel him inside you again. Instantly, he began thrusting into you at a rough pace, his hands gripping your hips so tight you were sure there’d be bruises tomorrow but you didn’t care. All you could think about was your boyfriend was fucking you within an inch of your life again. Finally.

“So fucking wet for me, baby. Don’t think I haven’t heard you touching yourself every night,” he grunted, pulling out and pushing back in with force. Each thrust rougher than the next — all his pent up frustrations finally having a form of release. “Thinkin’ about me when you were playing with this pussy, huh?”

“Yes, Peter,” you mewled. Your hips bucked wildly against his trying to match his pace but it was no use. He was definitely using his mutation with the way he was pounding into you, your body moving along the seat with every thrust.

“Ain’t gotta do that no more. Gonna fuck you like this every night now,” he lifted your legs over his shoulders to hit even deeper inside you. “So damn tight.”

Hands gripped his forearms as he rutted into you like an animal in heat. Sweat was forming on his forehead, tongue sticking out at the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on bringing you as much pleasure as he could. His eyes focused on the way your tits bounced under your shirt, roaming lower as he watched himself disappear in and out of you. Fingers found your clit and you felt the vibrations rumbling through him, causing you to almost scream out. It was too much. Way too much.

“Peter! Ooooh. Can’t -,” you cried out. Before you could even register what was happening, your walls tightened around him, body arching into his as you came. Peter didn’t let up, thrusting into you with a frenzied speed and muttering dirty ramblings as he chased his own high.

“I’m gonna - fuuuuck,” his thrusts grew sloppy and before he knew it he was spilling his load into you, white hot spurts of cum coating your walls. Your legs fell from his shoulders as the two of you collapsed into each other in a sweaty heap.

The silence was almost deafening. The only sounds were your breaths as you both tried to remember how to breathe properly. The windows of the car had steamed up which caused you to giggle. Of all places you thought this would happen it definitely wasn’t in the car. Peter couldn’t help but laugh too. “You good?”

“Great,” you assured him. “Might not be able to walk but damn, Maximoff. I forgot how good you were.”

He scratched the top of his head, feeling every single bit of remorse for letting things get this bad. “Sorry about that, babe. That’s on me. I just got caught up in this Westview thing that… I neglected you but swear down I’m gonna keep making it up to you. Never meant for it to come between us.”

“I know,” you cupped his cheek. “Do me a favour, though?”

“Anything.”

“Keep the beard.”

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[seaspringangel]

the taste of you — choso kamo

your loving husband choso would do anything to make your pregnancy easier - and yes, that does include drinking your breast milk.

pairing: choso x fem!reader

warnings: lactation kink ✦ pregnant reader ✦ intimacy during pregnancy ✦ reader is referred to as “beautiful” ✦ wc: 1.3k

a/n: hello, and happy halloween! this is my prompt for @ficsforgaza kinktober event! i am very happy to have been chosen to participate! here is the ffg kinktober masterlist, where there is so many wonderful stories i recommend y’all to read :) i hope you enjoy!!!!!

A moan, high and wanton, tore through the darkness of the house.

Even in the throes of sleep, Choso still heard you and felt his heart skip a beat at the golden bell sound of your pleasure spilling like a river from your lips, a pretty song. It was instinct for him, to wake up and automatically reach out for you, wanting to feel your warmth and find solace in the gentle swell of your growing baby bump under his fingers.

What Choso saw was not only surprising but also concerning; you were writhing, your body enwrapped in the silver of the moonlight. As you abruptly sat up, jolting awake, he placed one hand on the baby bump and slid the other underneath your shirt, clinging to you with sweat.

Choso grumbles in concern. “Hm? Love, what’s wrong? Are you alright?” His voice was dark and gravelly, still crackling with sleep - creating an effect that, unbeknownst to him at the moment, made you flush and rub your legs together, a tender fire kindling in your belly. 

And made your breasts feel…strangely heavy.

“I’m fine,” you say softly. Joining his hand rubbing your bump, you smile to reassure him. “I guess this little one is making me extra sensitive these days”

Choso returned your smile before leaning down to pepper some feather-light kisses on your belly. “You gotta give mommy some rest now, little guy.” His voice against your stomach made you feel warm all over, the pleasant grit of it wrapping snug around you like a blanket.

Choso pulled you close to him, resting a chin on your shoulder, and brushed strands of hair out of your face still shining with sweat. He traced comforting, circular patterns on your lower back, but it felt as if the pads of his fingertips left behind a trail of sparks on your skin, and another moan tumbled from your lips. 

Choso paused for a moment before a sheepish smile curled on his lips. “Are…are you sure? You don’t look fine. And you feel hot.’’

He nuzzled into you, sweet and tender, much like a cat seeking affectation, and God, you felt your nipples harden with pleasure, his sleep-laden voice and soft caresses sinking hot and heavy like a star to the core of you and you pressed your legs tighter and tighter and tighter together. 

“My breasts,” you mumbled, “they feel kinda sensitive.” Your nipples brushing against the fabric of your t-shirt sent shudders down your spine, and in the carnal part of your brain festering with hormones, you wanted your husband’s large hands to be the one covering them instead.

Choso’s brows furrowed in concern, eyes sharpening with focus and roving over your body, looking for what he could mend. “You’re hurting?” 

You shook your head, trying to ground yourself. It was difficult to put into words how your strange body feels now, carrying a baby, feeling as if the slightest brush of Choso’s flesh on yours could have stars shooting across your vision and your cunt throbbing with arousal. “No, no, they just feel…heavy? And sore.” 

Your husband’s hand on your back moved upwards before settling warm and secure on the underside of your breast, aching with need. In the dark, Choso smiled, the light of his smile brightening the room around you both. “...Can I massage them?”

You smile at the shyness in his voice. “I would love that.” 

Flicking the bedside lamp on, Choso helps you slip off your sweat-drenched shirt, and for a couple of minutes, you let yourself unwind under your husband’s touch, melting at his measured fingers finding their place at the base of your breast, caresses light as a petal fluttering across your skin but still loving and purposeful. You felt content.

And…wet. 

Very, very wet. Not just between your thighs but at your nipples, something hot and sticky and sliding down your body like rain drops and you glance down -

“Oh, Choso!” you gasp, watching as little cloudy white droplets weep from your nipples. Choso startled, eyes wide with worry…until he looked down too, and his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, almost subconsciously.

Even though you expected to lactate eventually, you didn't expect it to be like this - with white rivers cutting a path down your body, collecting at the crest of your thighs. You went through phases of surprise and embarrassment and irritation at the mess you made, unintentional or not.

“I’m sorry,” you sputter out, feeling like the heat of the wild breast milk wetting your body, “I-l’ll get a towel - “

“It’s beautiful,” Choso breathed, and you paused. Choso watched the milk lather your chest like soft snow gathering on the swell of a lovely hill. You saw the light dusting of pink on his cheeks as he pulled you closer.

There was a heat in his dark eyes that made them glow like black gems as he stared at you. “You’re beautiful.”

His fingers massaging your breasts were still gentle yet firm, but they sought out a new target: one of your sensitive nipples, taking one between forefinger and thumb and rolling it.

You whimper, watching as more of your milk leaks out, dusting his fingers in white. Choso chuckled. “Look at you,” he cooed, “so sweet and sensitive, all for me.”

You didn’t understand it, but just seeing droplets of your breast milk was sending Choso into a spiral; how he wanted to lick a reverent path from your weeping valley of breasts to your navel to your cunt, to have the taste of you rich and sweet on his taste buds, a precious reminder of the beauty your body is creating for the child growing in your stomach.

He couldn’t help himself; his tongue lolled out of his mouth, licking up all the milk that has already formed. You moaned softly, watching Choso kiss your tender breast before latching onto one nipple and sucking it deep into his mouth.

Shivers raced up your spine and you arched your back, pushing more of your breast into Choso’s mouth. Your husband sucking your nipples was something you were used to, but having him suck them with the intent for milk to coat his tongue was an entirely new, exciting experience that had you unraveling, undone by the powerful passion of your love’s mouth.

You could feel the pressure mounting up again, as Choso sucked harder, groaning as he greedily drank whatever milk he could get. He brings his other hand up to play with your other nipple, pinching and rolling it to get more milk flowing. All you could do was cry out and moan, tangling your own hands into his hair.

To Choso, you were the sweetest thing to ever exist - the sweetest thing that could ever grace his tongue. 

He could drink from you forever if you were gracious enough to bless him with the privilege. When Choso drank your milk from the altar of your breasts, it was the closest thing to heaven for him, the bliss of your pleasure coating his mouth and sliding a glowing path down his throat to his stomach. Nothing else mattered at that moment, save for the warmth of your nipple throbbing against his lips with love, your eager fingers twisting among the strands of his hair as you showered him praises, ever so needy and whiny and desperate for him him him, only him.

Cloudy droplets dripped down Choso’s chin once he let your nipple go with a resounding, wet pop, trails of saliva and breast milk connecting his cherry red swollen lips to your tender nipple like wispy white ribbons.

“You always taste so sweet,” Choso murmured, “so sweet and perfect.” As if to prove his point, he surged upwards to kiss your panting lips.

The taste of your milk was saccharine and cloying, and as you moaned into the kiss, one of Choso’s hands caressed over your baby bump and your thighs, until he reached your soaked panties.

“But I know that you taste just as sweet down here too.”

tags: @houseofsolisoccasum

[ramblingoak]

Naps With Copia

Nap #13: A Comforting Nap

*contains spoilers for Rite Here Rite Now*

For @littlemissemeritus who wanted a comforting nap with Copia after the events of the movie.

Copia x Reader

These are all stand alone chapters so you do not have to read one before the other! This series came from my post about wanting to nap with Copia all around the abbey. The stories will all have gender neutral readers and soft Copia naps.

Warnings: mentions of death of a loved one, a little sad but also hopeful, sfw, 700 words (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers!)

It was here, in the quiet of his old room, where Copia could be himself.

He didn’t have to hide his emotions and act like everything was alright.  He didn’t have to try to prove himself to anyone.  He wasn’t constantly looking over his shoulder, waiting for someone to point out something he was doing wrong.  In here, in the room with the lumpy mattress and the lava lamp, he didn’t have to be Frater Imperator.

In here he was just Copia.

It had been two months since Sister Imperator’s death and his subsequent promotion.  Copia was now leading the clergy, a job that he had been working towards for years.  It should have been a time of celebration for him but how could you celebrate something that went hand in hand with the death of your mother?  He had worked so hard to get to this point but you could see how even though he deserved his new title it was weighing heavily upon him.

The screen of his small television had been flashing ‘game over’ for some time now but Copia hadn’t moved.  He was sitting still, his shoulders hunched forward and the controller dangling loosely from his hand.  You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, whispering an apology when he startled at the contact.

“Copia?  Do you want to keep playing?”

“Huh?  Ah, yeah.  Yeah, let me start again.”  

Despite his words he remained still, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared down at the floor.  You rubbed his shoulder absently, sliding your hand across the red fabric of his hoodie until you reached his neck.  Copia shivered at the touch of your fingertips dancing across his nape and you smiled when his eyes fluttered closed.

“How about a neck massage, Papa?”  You realized your mistake as soon as you had said it, watching his face fall at the mention of his old title.  “I’m sorry!  Old habits.  Forgive me, Frater.”

He turned his head towards you and you felt tears gathering in your eyes when you saw the look in his.  A combination of exhaustion, sadness and regret, three things you never wanted him to have to experience.  You lowered your head to rest your chin on his shoulder, smiling when you felt his lips on your forehead.

“Can you do me a favor, amore?”  He kissed you again when you nodded your head.  “Can I just be Copia in here?”

A few tears fell down your cheeks and you sniffled while you nodded again.  He reached his free hand up to wipe them away before sliding a finger under your chin so he could tilt your head up.  Copia kissed you then, gently but possessively.  When he pulled away you cupped his cheek, keeping his face close and resting your foreheads together.

“You’ll always be Copia to me.”

“Bene, bene.”  He kissed you again, this one quick and fierce just like the ones you’d get between songs when you hung out backstage.  “Amore, can we give Miss Daisy a rest for the day?  I had something else in mind.”

A few months ago you would have groaned and rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what he would suggest you both do next.  But you knew that wasn’t what he would be seeking right now.  You both had craved a different type of intimacy since he had become Frater Imperator.  He gave you a grateful smile as you scooted back on his bed, adjusting his blankets and making room for him to lay down next to you.

It didn’t take him long to get comfortable, one leg pushed in between yours and an arm slung over your waist.  His face was next to yours on the pillow, his breathing already slowing down despite the fact that his eyes remained open.  You couldn’t look away from that mismatched gaze of his, so thankful that he felt comfortable enough with you to let his guard down like this.  To leave whatever title he held at the door so he could just be Copia with you because at the end of the day that’s the only person you wanted.

Just Copia.

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Stainless

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is a virgin who so badly wants to have sex with Matt, but she’s scared. However when they’re alone in the triplets house things take a turn….this is for the two requests I got for a virgin reader having soft sex with Matt🥹

Warnings⚠️: This is soft cute sex. Virginity lose, and that’s about it 🫶🏽

Song for the imagine: J’s Lullaby(darlin I’d wait for you) Delaney Bailey

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Matt and I had been dating for roughly 7 months at this point. These past 7 months have been the best months of my life. I was surrounded by 3 people I loved, and making memories that would last forever

About five months into the relationship is when Matt and I finally decided to tell their fan base. Since I was always in their videos, some fans started to notice some vibes between the both of us.

Honestly I was petrified to tell them because a lot of their fans were super protective over them, and I’m a sensitive girl. I didn’t want to get any hate. Surprisingly we received way more love, and the occasional hate from some 14 year old, but nothing to make me feel any type of way.

Constantly Matt and I would watch shipping edits of us, some that even showed how we acted like a couple months before we even started dating. We loved it so much

Other times I would watch edits on my own of us, or just of Matt, and the comments had my jaw on the floor.

“I know he gives y/n the pounding of her life”

“He’s a skinny white boy. You know he be laying that pipeeeee”

“Poor y/n…..I know he be tearing her shit up”

Although these comments made me laugh, they also made me blush from embarrassment because they couldn’t have been further from the truth. I was a virgin, and Matt and I had only really made out and got handsy. Usually I’d break away and stop it, and he respected it and never said anything about it.

I knew he wanted to have sex because he’s a 20 year old man, and I for sure wanted to have sex because?? We’ll have you seen Matt??

But in the back of my mind I was so fucking nervous. I had never ever had sex. I’ve never given a handjob, a blow job, a hickey…..I’ve never even seen Matt’s dick.

Many times I would crave this intimacy, but I always allowed my fear to get to the best of me. However I was more than ready to have sex with the love of my life, Matt.

Matt and I were alone at their house since Chris and Nick had an event that Matt really could care less for. We spent the whole day together, and now we were currently in his room watching a movie

The whole time I kept thinking about having sex with Matt, and what it would be like. If I’d be bad, nervous or just out right not cut out for losing my virginity.

“Matt…” I said waiting for him to look over at me

“Yeah?” He said looking over and smiling at me

“Can I ask you something?” I said

“Of course baby” he responded back as he paused the movie

“Do you want to have sex with me?” I asked him, and to this his eyebrows raised

“In general or right now?” He asked laughing a little bit

“In general” I told him

“I mean it’s not something that’s necessarily crossed my mind. Of course I get urges, and want to have sex, but it’s not something my mind is always on.” He responded

“Well how come?” I asked him

“I mean I just care about you, and making you laugh and smile, and spending time with you. I just love to be in your company” he said back

“Oh….well have you ever thought of having sex with me…like at all??” I asked him

“I mean sure. Whenever we’ve had heated make out sessions it has crossed my mind. You know? It’s like I think to myself could this go further” he told me

“Oh…” I responded

“Have you thought of having sex with me?” He asked

“Mmm quite often actually” I said being completely honest

“Oh?” He said starting to blush

“But I know I always pull away before it goes any further” I told him

“Yeah, but I don’t mind at all” he said smiling at me for reassurance

“I guess I’m just scared” I said

“Scared of what?” He asked me with a head tilt

“Well I’m a virgin” I told him

“Oh” he said actually shocked

“Yeah, and I just never felt like I could move forward. Not because of you! I know I want to lose my virginity to you, but because I’m so afraid of being bad, or too nervous that it doesn’t work out” I said to him

“I get that. Losing your virginity is very intimate, and for sure scary. That’s valid” he said to me

“I was thinking maybe we could have sex” I told him

“Yeah of course” he said nodding his head and smiling

“Tonight” I then responded

“Tonight?” He said surprised

“Yes. I think I’m ready for tonight” I told him

“Okay. Then tonight it is” he said leaning over and kissing me

Matt and I had been making out for a good five minutes

“Are you doing okay?” He asked looking into my eyes

“Yes Matt I’m doing great” I said giving him a smile

Matt had kissed down to my neck. Leaving light kisses that were making me burn up inside. He had removed his shirt, and I removed mine as well

“Can I take your bra off?” He asked me leaning back a little bit

“Of course” I said shyly

Matt reaches behind as I lift up, so that he could unclip my bra. Slowly pulling it off of me, and allowing my breast to fall exposed

I started to blush. Never allowing a man to see me this way causing me to get a little shy

“Don’t get shy on me baby. You look perfect” he said giving me a sly smile

Matt had started to kiss my neck, and slowly went down to my breast. Massaging both breast before taking one into his mouth

“Oh Matt” I said in a whisper as my eyes fluttered shut

He then went down to the valley of my breast, and started to kiss down leaving sloppy kisses on my stomach. I was aching for his touch.

He kissed both hip bones before looking up at me

“Can I take your pants off?” He asked, and I nodded

He started to take my pants off as I lifted up a little for him to get them fully off. Matt in return removed his sweat pants as well

He went back to kissing above my underwear. This feeling alone left my hair rising and my thigh quivering

Matt laid next to me, and started to kiss me soon breaking away

“Okay baby. I have to stretch you out” he said. I turned my head towards him and agreed

Slowly he trailed his hand down to my underwear. Slightly dipping his hand in to massage my pelvic area before completely sticking his hand down my underwear

“Open wider baby” he told me, and I allowed my legs to open up more for him

“Perfect” he said, kissing me, and then he slid his hand all the way down coating his fingers in my arousal before bringing them back up to massage my clit

I just gasped and opened my mouth as Matt and I kept looking at each other

“Feeling okay?” He asked

“I feel so good Matt” I told him licking my now dry lips

Math started to rub my clit in circular motions. Allowing me to squirm and moan at this foreign feeling.

“Okay baby this may hurt” he said before sinking his middle finger to my entrance. He was looking into my eyes as he slowly started to insert his finger into me

This was a burning stretch I’ve never felt before, causing my eyes to shut and my brows to furrow

“Ow Matt” I said finally opening my eyes

“Too much? I can stop” he said reading my face

“No no keep going” I told him, and so he did. He slowly started to rock his fingers in and out curving them up to hit my G spot

“Oh fuck” I moaned out

“That feels so fucking good” I said as he started to rub my clit with his thumb

Slowly he inserted his ring finger. This burn was something that almost made me stop him, but I wanted this way too much for him to stop now.

Once he got the second finger in he started to pump in and out at a come here motion

“Oh Matt….ive never felt something like this” I told him as my mouth fell open

“Does it feel good?” He asked

“So so good” I said whispering the last part

He was slowly fingering me for 5 more minutes before he decided to stop

“Do you think you’re ready?” He asked me

“I think so” I told him, Matt removed his underwear and my mouth fell open

“Matt….I don’t know that that will fit in me” I said almost laughing

“Baby don’t boost my ego. It will fit” he said blushing and biting his lip

“This will hurt, so I’m going to go slow, and if it’s too much I’ll stop” he said

“Okay thank you” I whispered to him

Matt had both arms on either side of my head and was looking into my eyes

“Ready?” He asked one more time

“Yes Matt I’m very ready” I told him

Matt grabbed his dick with his right hand and slowly started to push the tip in. Looking up at you to read your face. He slowly started to push the tip in, and as he started to get in is when you winced

“Fuck Matt that hurts” I said gripping his left arm with my right hand

“Want me to stop?” He asked

“No no keep going” I told him

He slowly started to insert himself into me. Paying close attention to my face. Soon he was all the way in, and he let out a sigh

“So perfect,” he said, moving my hair out of my face. Matt was allowing my vaginal walls to relax around him before moving

“You can move” I told him, and so he did. Slowly sliding back and then in. My pussy was still stretching and burning around his dick

He was letting out little moans that were making me so wet.

Slowly Matt started to pick up his pace. Sliding in and out of me in such a delicious way

“Fuck Matt you can go a little faster” I told him

Matt started to thrust into me a little faster and I was completely losing my mind. If sex felt this good, why was I waiting this long?

“Matt this feels so good” I said moaning

“You feel so fucking good around me” he said moaning the last part

Matt had gotten a little more on his knees, and allowed his arms to bend. Coming down closer to me our chests were touching, and his head was right next to my ear

I could hear his pants into my ear as he was thrusting into me

“Fuck Matt you sound hot” I told him pulling his hair at the back of his head

“Yeah?” He said in a breathy tone

“Yes…so so hot” I said as I continued to pull at his hair

Matt continued to thrust into me becoming a sweaty and groaning mess above me

“I’m going to start rubbing your clit, and you’ll be able to cum in no time” he told me before snaking his right hand down to my clit starting to rub

“OH MY GOD” I screamed out at the intense sensation I was feeling

“Too much?” He asked looking at me

“No no just right keep going. Fuck Matt I think I’m going to cum” I told him as I started to clench on his cock causing him to moan

Matt was fucking into me at a good pace and rubbing my clit, going in between slow and fast circular motions

“Matt Matt Matt” I said scratching his back and clenching down on him harder

“Come on baby! You can do it for me” he said rubbing his fingers faster

“I’m going to cum. Fuck fuck fuck” I said shutting my eyes and throwing my head back even more

“Come on. Come on give it to me” he said into my ear

“FUCKKKKK MATTT” I screamed out as I started to convulse and tremble. My orgasm completely washing over me. I was seeing white and my legs were shaking as I was cumming so hard. Slowly I started to come down my from my high with heavy breathing and dry lips

Matt pulled out of me when I stopped twitching around him. I felt weird without his dick in me. He started to pump his cock

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” he said kissing my lips

He pulled away and his lower abdomen started to contract as his mouth fell and his brows furrowed. He looked into my eyes as he came all over his hand and my lower stomach. Slowly coming down from his high and rolling onto his back next to me

“Matt that was amazing” I said looking over at him

“Was it? You don’t have to lie” he said catching his breath

“No matt. It was amazing, and you were so careful with me I appreciate it” I said rolling over to my side and kissing him on the cheek

“Anything for my pretty lady. I love you” he said looking over at me

“I love you too Matt” I said smiling at him

“Let’s get you cleaned up. Follow me let’s shower” he said and grabbed my hands

When I got off the bed my legs completely gave out on me and I almost fell to the ground

“Oh my god Matt…my legs are fucking jello” I said laughing as he grabbed me and helped me walk to his bathroom

“I’m sorry baby” he said also laughing

“I can now say Matt Sturniolo has made me weak in the knees physically” I responded laughing

“Shut up” he said all shyly as he turned on the hot water and let me step in first

We had showered together, and then spent the night watching movies until we eventually fell asleep in each other's arms.

The End

I hope you guys enjoyed this one! And for the two people that requested this I hope I didn’t disappoint, and I’m so sorry it took forever for me to get this out 🥹❤️❤️

-J💅🏽

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⛧Devotion is Love with Wings⛧

Chapter Three: The Queen's Return

Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 / Ch4

⛧Pairing: - Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

⛧Warnings: Alcohol, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, king x servant, panic attack, heartbreak.

⛧Words: 3.2K

⛧Summary: Lilith's return brings a wave of tension, Lucifer navigates complicated feelings while you try to remain professional and devoid of emotion. As devastated as you are, you still have a job to uphold.

⛧Notes: Thank you all for the overwhelming support with this fic! I have never had so many notes and lovely comments! After much deliberation, I have decided to continue this series. I will tag as many people as I can.

⛧Tag list: @loslox @tiedyedghoulette @naiadic @elyssialumengard @lilteamushroom

As dawn broke over the horizon, you stirred in Lucifer's embrace. The events of the previous night felt like a dream, but his presence beside you reassured you that it was all real. You recall those sweet words that were exchanged last night, and how his lips felt against yours. His peaceful expression as he slept filled your heart with a sense of contentment you had never known before. You gently traced the contours of his face, committing every detail to memory.

The sunlight slowly illuminated the room, casting a warm glow over both of you entwined in each other's arms. Lucifer began to stir, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours. A soft smile played on his lips as he pulled you closer, savoring the moment of quiet intimacy between you.

The idea of a relationship with the King of Hell was no longer out of the question, you were free to enjoy his attention and affection. Well, at least within the confines of the manor it was allowed. You decided it was best to Let Lucifer take the reins when it comes time for a public appearance. Regardless, you felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

As the day progressed, Lucifer and you found yourselves falling into a comfortable routine within the manor. The staff noticed a change in the atmosphere, a certain lightness and happiness that seemed to radiate from the two of you whenever you were together. It was as if a new energy had breathed life into the once solemn halls of the estate.

Lucifer seemed to walk a little taller, his usual air of confidence now tinged with a newfound softness when he looked at you. He would steal glances in your direction when he thought you weren't looking, a small smile playing on his lips. And you, in turn, felt your heart swell with love every time he reached out to touch your hand or brushed a stray lock of hair away from your face. You both made sure the household staff never saw the two of you stealing kisses or holding hands.

Despite the unspoken rules and boundaries that still loomed over your relationship, you couldn't deny the connection that had formed between you and the King of Hell. It was a delicate dance, this newfound love between a monarch and his closest confidante, but one worth every risk.

But it was in those moments, behind closed doors and in the quiet of the night, that your bond with Lucifer truly flourished. He would share stories with you about his time in Heaven, about the burdens he carried and the sacrifices he made. You, in turn, would listen intently, offering words of comfort and understanding.

As the days turned into weeks, the line between duty and desire began to blur. Lucifer would often find any excuse to seek your company, he would often summon you to his study for a few kisses and to feel your fingers running through his blonde hair. Late into the evening, you would wait until all the staff had left, and quietly slip down the hall and into Lucifer's room for some sleepy cuddles. Eventually, you would drift off to sleep and have to sneak back to your room the next morning without running into any of the maids.

You had delivered his mail to his study and set it on his desk. Lucifer grinned as he suddenly pulled you into his lap, you let out a small gasp as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You smiled as he pressed his lips against yours tenderly, your face turned several shades of pink and you broke the kiss. His hands traced gentle patterns on your back, sending shivers down your spine.

"Is it hot in here, or is it just you?" Lucifer says as he looks at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. You couldn't help but laugh at his cheesy line, feeling the tension dissipate between you.

"Maybe it's just you," you reply, teasingly nudging him. You felt his fingers graze your cheek, tracing your jawline before He slowly closes the gap between you both once again. Another kiss that filled you with longing, but you quickly came back to earth.

“I have to finish up my work, I can’t stay.” You say with a giggle. Lucifer nuzzles your shoulder, he pouts and squeezes you a little tighter.

“Oh c’mon, you’re always working.” He says, hoping you’ll just give in and ditch the rest of your duties. As if you would ever consider such a thing.

"I promise I'll make it up to you later," you say, planting a quick kiss on his cheek before slipping out of his lap. Lucifer watches you go with a mixture of longing and amusement in his eyes. You exit the study with pink cheeks and a small smile.

Lucifer grabs the mail off the desk and sorts through it, one letter in particular stood out. The handwriting looked very familiar, almost too familiar. He grabs his letter opener and carefully opens the envelope. As soon as he saw the way his name was written he knew exactly who it was from.

“Lucifer- I know it's been a long time, and I know you might still be upset with me. I’ve decided to pay you and Charlie a visit. I do miss you both, despite taking my leave. Love always - Lilith”

Lucifer’s heart sank into his stomach, his hands trembled slightly as he reread the letter from his former lover and the mother of his daughter, Charlie. He had not seen Lilith since she left them both seven years ago.

Lucifer couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach. What could have prompted Lilith to break her silence now, after all these years? And what would her arrival mean for him, for you, and for Charlie?

Lucifer knew he had to tell you about Lilith's impending visit, to prepare you for the storm that was sure to follow. He rose from his desk and tucked the letter into his pocket.

Lucifer made his way through the manor, a heaviness in his steps that matched the weight in his heart. He found you in the garden, tending to the roses with a peaceful expression on your face. As you turned to him, a smile brightened your features, but it faltered when you saw the worried look in his eyes.

"Is everything alright, Lucifer?" you asked, concern lacing your words.

He took your hands in his. "There's something I need to tell you," he began, his voice tinged with worry. "Lilith is coming."

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Lilith's name.

You felt a mix of emotions swirling within you - curiosity, apprehension, and a tinge of jealousy that you quickly pushed aside. You used to serve Lilith for a short time, learning about her power and the strong connection she had with Lucifer. You knew that their relationship was complicated and filled with unresolved emotions, even after all this time.

Despite the aching pit in your stomach, you squeezed his hands and smiled softly. You could see the vulnerability in his eyes. “Whatever happens, I’m here for you.” You reassure him, his shoulders visibly relaxed at your words. Lucifer pulls you into a hug, seeking comfort in your arms.

"Thank you," he whispered against your hair, his voice barely above a breath. "I don't know what I would do without you by my side."

Those words trigger something in you, suddenly you have this overwhelming urge to protect him from such heartbreak. Lucifer never deserved what she did to him. To abandon him like that was just cruel and senseless. You hold him close and gently rub his back as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“What does she want?” You finally ask. Lucifer sighed, the weight of his past with Lilith evident in the lines etched on his face. He took a step back, creating some distance between you and him as he gathered his thoughts.

"I'm not entirely sure," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "But knowing Lilith, it could be anything from seeking forgiveness to stirring up trouble."

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As days passed and Lilith's visit drew closer, tension hung thick in the air. When Charlie learned that her mother would be visiting, she came to stay at the estate. She prepared a very detailed presentation centered around her redemption hotel that she intends to show mother.

Charlie's arrival added another layer of stress to the impending reunion with Lilith. As she busied herself with preparing for her mother's visit, you couldn't help but notice the mixture of excitement and anxiety in her eyes. Charlie had always longed for her mother's acceptance, despite the pain and abandonment she had caused. It was clear that Lilith's presence evoked a plethora of emotions within both Lucifer and Charlie.

When Lilith’s car pulls up to the grand entrance of the manor, you stand next to Lucifer, your arms folded behind your back. Lucifer's demeanor shifted slightly as Lilith emerged from the vehicle. His posture straightened, his expression unreadable as he watched her approach. Lilith's long, blonde hair cascaded down her back like a veil, and her eyes held a mixture of guilt and determination. As she drew closer, a tense silence settled over the courtyard.

"Lucifer," Lilith began, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's been too long." Her gaze flickered to you briefly, acknowledging your presence before returning to Lucifer. His eyes held a mix of nostalgia, longing, and perhaps a flicker of hope. The King's gaze softens as she says his name, you immediately take notice.

Charlie interrupts their interaction by rushing out to greet her. She envelops Lilith in a tight embrace and Lilith hugs her back.

Lucifer held nothing but love in his eyes as he watched the reunion between Lilith and Charlie. Despite the complexities of their past, he couldn't deny the swell of bittersweet emotions that washed over him at the sight of his daughter's happiness.

Witnessing this made your heart shatter into a thousand tiny pieces. Despite your attempts to push away any feelings of jealousy or insecurity, they crept in and poisoned any hope you had of continuing this relationship with Lucifer.

Lilith turned to you. “It's been quite a while, Y/N. Its nice to see your familiar face”. You quickly bowed your head, placing your hand over your heart.

“The pleasure is all mine, my Queen.” You said, voice devoid of any emotion or warmth. Lucifer glances over at you, but you refuse to make eye contact. He’s all too familiar with that tone in your voice. Lilith may not pick up on it, but he knew you, something was wrong.

"Lilith," Lucifer said coolly, "to what do I owe this unexpected visit?"

Lilith bit her lip nervously, a hint of remorse crossing her face. "I've come to make amends, my dear," she said earnestly. "I know I hurt you deeply, and I regret my actions . I also came to spend some time with our daughter." Lilith looks over at Charlie, who is smiling from ear to ear.

Charlie’s smile softened some of the tension in the air as she looked at her mother with adoration in her eyes. “I’m so glad you’re here, Mom,” she said, her voice filled with genuine happiness. Despite the past, Charlie's longing for a connection with her mother was apparent in every word she spoke.

Lucifer remained silent, his gaze shifting between Lilith, Charlie, and you. You could sense the conflicting emotions swirling within him – the desire to protect his daughter from any more pain, the lingering love he once held for Lilith, and the growing affection he felt for you. It was a delicate balance that threatened to tip at any moment.

As Lilith settled into the manor, attempting to make amends and reconnect with Charlie, you found yourself observing their interactions closely. There were moments of laughter and shared stories, but also instances of tension and unspoken words. You couldn't help but feel like an outsider in your own home. How could you compete with such a beautiful creature?

She does everything with such grace and carries herself with confidence. She has a radiance that draws people in effortlessly, while you feel like a mere shadow in comparison. You no longer sat by Lucifer’s side during your meals, you would only speak when spoken to, and you definitely didn’t sneak into his room at night.

You spent your nights alone in your room, as did Lilith. They had an argument this morning during breakfast. You stood next to the door, awaiting your next command when Lilith started to complain about not sleeping in Lucifer’s bed with him.

“Luci, please? We used to share a bed all the time, and I miss that connection with you," Lilith pleaded, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

"Lilith, we've been over this. I can't just...go back to how things were." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. His voice was steady and his gaze flickered towards you for a brief second.

“You are so cruel.” She says with a huff.

“Says the woman who left her family for seven years.” Lucifer retorts.

“How dare you! To think I married such a selfish man.” Lilith raises her voice as she rises from her seat. She leaves the dining hall through the door you stood next to. Lucifer held his face in hands, looking defeated. You wanted to comfort him, you really did. But you couldn't bring yourself to move a muscle.

"I'm sorry you had to witness that," he said quietly, his voice tinged with regret. You felt a pang of guilt for not stepping in, for not being able to ease his suffering.

"It's not your fault," you replied softly, finally finding your voice. "I can only imagine how difficult this must be for you." Lucifer stood up from the table and walked over to where you were standing by the door. Tears well up in the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill over.

He reached out a hand towards you, hesitating for a moment before gently cupping your face. "Thank you for staying," he whispered, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "I know this is hard for you too."

You pulled Lucifer into a tight hug, he buried his face in your shoulder, attempting to hide the tears falling down his cheeks. You ran your fingers through his hair, offering silent comfort as he let out a shaky breath. After a few moments, Lucifer pulled back slightly to look into your eyes. "I don't know what I would do without you," he confessed, his voice raw with emotion.

You searched his eyes, seeing the sincerity and love within them. "You'll never have to find out," you whispered, a promise lacing your words. You wipe his tear stained face with your thumb as you offer him a small smile.

Lucifer brought his lips to yours in a tender kiss. It was soft and tentative at first, but soon deepened. It felt like the floodgates had been opened. It’s been days since you’ve had any physical contact with him, you didn’t realize how much you missed his affection. The world around you faded away, for a brief minute it was like Lilith was never there.

When you both part, he presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes as he breathes you in. You stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the sound of footsteps disrupted the moment. Charlie appeared in the doorway, a curious expression on her face as she took in the scene before her. There was a flicker of surprise in her eyes, quickly masked by a smile.

"Mom told me about when you two first met," Charlie said softly, her voice filled with warmth. "She said there was something special between you and Dad from the start."

Lucifer turned to his daughter, a softness in his gaze as he reached out a hand to her. "Charlie, there is something I need to discuss with you," he began, his tone serious yet tinged with hope. Your gaze flickered between Lucifer and Charlie. “I’ll leave you both to it, I’m going to go help the kitchen staff clean up.”

Lucifer motioned for Charlie to sit down at the table.

"I know this may come as a surprise, but Y/N and I have grown incredibly close over these past few weeks," Lucifer started. "And I've come to realize that love takes many forms…”

“Are you…not in love with mom anymore?” Charlie asks, her eyes wide with a mix of emotions. Lucifer sighed, the weight of his words heavy in the air.

"I will always care for your mother, Charlie. But no…things have changed and I don’t…see her the way I used to.”

“Dad, why didn’t you just tell me? Here I am, hoping you two will find some kind of spark and I can have my broken family back. I feel so stupid.” Her voice is filled with a mix of uncertainty and sadness.

“Sometimes relationships change and evolve in ways we never expect.” He paused, meeting his daughter’s gaze with sincerity. “Y/N has shown me a kind of love and understanding that I never thought possible. It’s different from what I shared with Lilith, but it’s real and profound in its own way.”

Charlie processed his words, her expression thoughtful as she looked down at her hands. “So, what does this mean for us?” she finally asked.

Lucifer reached out to take both of Charlie’s hands in his own. “It means that our family is changing, but it doesn’t mean it’s breaking apart,” he said gently. “Love is not a finite resource—it can expand to encompass more than we ever imagined.”

“I just wish you would have told me sooner. I thought we were going to start sharing more and build trust between us.” Charlie says and looks away slightly.

“Char Char, I absolutely intended to tell you as soon as I understood what was going on in my head. I needed time to come to terms with how I felt.” Lucifer tries to explain. "I know this is a lot to process, Charlie. But I want you to know that your feelings are valid, and I understand if this is hard for you,"

"I... I just need some time to think," she murmured, standing up from the table. "I'm going to go for a walk." With that, she left the dining room.

You told yourself you wouldn’t eavesdrop, but you couldn’t resist pressing your ear to the crack between the door and wall. A tear falls from the corner of your eye as you listen to Charlie. Are you breaking up a family? Your heart ached with the weight of the situation.

Lucifer let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. This is definitely not how he pictured this discussion going. He knew things would get complicated once Lilith got here, but he really thought he would get through to Charlie. Lucifer heads to his study to spend time alone contemplating about how he can fix this.

[annwrites]

⸻ farmhouse living room

· pairing: shane walsh x fem!reader · type: part of a series · summary: the group debates what is to be done with randall. shane is the only one interested in your opinion. dale is sure you'll agree with him. · word count: 1,687 · a/n: in this version of events, shane & andrea have never had sex. & while i think her feelings toward him only really manifested after that afternoon in the front seat of his car, i've implied in this that she has a thing for him anyway.

Shane looks at you then. “Y/N-baby, been awful quiet. Like to hear your thoughts on it.”

Dale speaks before you can. Not that you want to. You don’t entirely like being made the sudden center-of-attention to begin with anyway.

“Well, obviously, she agrees with me. She’d never advocate for cold-blooded murder like this.” He looks at you. “Right?”

You shift from one foot to the other. You look at Daryl then. “You’ve spent more time with him in the barn than most of us. What, exactly, has he said to you?”

Daryl glances from you, to Dale, to Shane, then to the floor. “Told me this one story, ‘bout the guys he was with. How this one night they came across this camp—a dad and his two daughters. ‘Real cute-like’ was how he described ‘em. Said the other guys took turns, made the dad watch. That they didn’t even bother to kill ‘em after. ‘Course he told me that ‘he isn’t like that’. It was just somethin’ in the way he talked about it. Like…I don’t know. Like he got off on it, or somethin’. Made me wanna put an arrow through his skull.”

Your stomach turns. You’re quiet for a moment, glancing to Shane, then you look at Dale. “I understand his standing by as witness. I’m sure if he’d so much as tried to stop them, they would’ve killed him. It was self-preservation. He’d be dead and…they still would’ve done it anyway. But to talk about it in the manner Daryl described…”

You shake your head, and cross your arms. “To describe those girls like that…it’s clear what kind of man he is. If he’d shown any amount of remorse, I’d feel differently. So I agree with Shane.”

Shane gives you a small smile, standing up a bit straighter.

Dale looks absolutely flabbergasted. “I can’t believe I’m getting out-voted over something so…so—”

Shane cuts him off, shifting his weight from one hip to the other.

When he speaks, he keeps his eyes on you all the while. “If I ever saw that bastard near her,” he nods his head in your direction. “I’d drop ‘em several times over. I ain’t about to take any risks over the woman I…”

He pauses for just a moment. The two of you had said it a handful of times so far. And only after the first time you’d had sex. That warm, perfect day far away from the farmhouse. Far from the rest of the camp.

He’d taken your virginity, just like he’d offered to, and in that moment, with him sheathed inside of you, whispering sweet nothings against your ear as he made love to you so painstakingly slowly…something shifted. And the both of you could no longer deny that something more—some invisible bond—was binding the two of you. Had been all along since he saved you from staying back at the quarry.

But the two of you had agreed to keep your new, blossoming relationship just between you. To keep moments of true, physical intimacy either in his tent, or in that field you returned to time and again to feel your bare skin upon one another.

You didn’t need to risk someone sticking their nose in your business and trying to come between you—trying to ruin what you’d just found; just formed, and were slowly building.

You’d both lost enough. You weren’t about to lose one another, too. Especially after Shane had put forward so much effort in saving you over and over again. In taking care of, and protecting, and providing for you without asking for anything in return, but for you to finally try and live. For him, if nothing else.

You both knew people in the camp suspected.

Shane was gradually, as time went on, trying less and less to hide it. He’d give you a quick kiss on the cheek or top of your head here or there, whisper something in your ear—both of you pulling away from the other laughing—or giving each other lustful looks, heat pooling between your thighs as he told you the things he’d been thinking about doing to you all day. Or, you’d serve him lunch, him even once pulling you into his lap when it was late and half your people were gathered around the campfire chatting or eating.

Lori had cornered you one day in the kitchen about it. You’d just finished helping Maggie tend to the garden—pulling weeds and harvesting the fruits and vegetables that were ready to be eaten—and were washing off, and cutting up, and preserving when she’d come inside, seeking you out.

She’d asked Maggie if she would please give the two of you a moment alone, which she had of course obliged.

And then she’d asked if something were going on between you and Shane, and what it was, exactly, at that.

You’d remained quiet for a moment, setting some tomatoes in a bowl to begin drying off before you’d simply shrugged and said how you didn’t see it being anyone’s business but yours and his.

She gently grabbed your arm, turning you around toward her, the look on her face one of pure concern. “Honey, I don’t think you understand the kind of man he is. What he’s done, and-”

You’d promptly crossed your arms over your chest. “We’ve talked at length about the things he’s done. And even if none of them had anything to do with me, I still granted him my forgiveness when he asked me for it, because it was that important to him that he have it.”

She’d been left speechless for a moment. Long enough that you’d turned back around to begin scrubbing the potatoes of the dirt and soil they were covered in.

“Y/N, you’re young. And Shane is…he knows what he’s doing. He’s been with plenty of women before. Whereas you’ve-”

“Like you?”

She had shut her mouth instantly. “If you think this is jealousy, it isn’t. I’m just trying to look out for you; trying to prevent him from taking advantage of your youth, or your vulnerability. You don’t have anyone left to do that for you anymore.”

“Except him. He’s the only one who bothered to save me time and again when all I wanted—more than anything—was to give up and die. He refused to let that happen. I wouldn’t be standing here listening to someone else lecture me on how they know better than I do without him.” You’d turned back around then, bowl of tomatoes held between your arms. “I need to get these to Patricia, excuse me.”

Just as you were nearly out of the kitchen, you threw over your shoulder “Feel free to help if you have nothing better to do.”

You and Lori hadn’t spoken since that day. You had thought, after, that perhaps you’d been too harsh. You knew where her concern primarily stemmed from: the night in the library at the CDC. When Shane told you about it…you’d remained silent for a long while after, unsure of what to do. What to say. You felt afraid of him, even for a moment. The fact he could even think to do such a thing…to anyone—it didn’t matter that she had jilted him or not. It was inexcusable.

When you had looked at him, he’d been staring at you, his eyes red, and he’d told you he understood if you wanted him to stay away from you from now on. That maybe it was true: you deserved better.

You’d told him you didn’t want that, but that that action…it wasn’t for you to forgive. He’d nodded, understanding what you meant. He’d promised he would never hurt you like that, no matter what the future held.

You believed him.

Even Andrea had seemed a bit…jealous when she saw Shane so close to you nearly all the time now. Whenever he was in camp—he refused to let you go on runs unless it was with him, which typically translated to finding an abandoned house so you had a proper bed to have sex in—he was almost always pressed up against your side, his hands on your hips, your lower back, cupping your cheek, gripping your chin… A few times his hand had been high on your thigh, sometimes nearly touching you there—his way of silently asking to be alone with you for awhile.

She’d given you the cold shoulder for a couple days after she had once asked Shane if he wanted to go on a run and he had told her he didn’t intend to go out that day, but had then loaded you into his Hyundai later that afternoon, slipping a few small square wrappers into his pocket, adjusting himself over his pants, before climbing into the driver’s side and taking off from the farm like a bat out of hell.

Shane sighs for a moment, glancing down to his boots, then back up to you, silently asking for permission to finally give them all the truth you’re sure half of them are already well-aware of you.

You give him a small smile.

He continues. “I ain’t about to take any risks over the woman I love. I’ve almost lost her three times already. I ain’t about to let there be a fourth. I’ll put a bullet in his chest before that ever even comes close to happenin’. You can all bet your damn lives on that.”

You hear someone scoff, and you’re sure it’s Andrea, but you don’t care. Let them think what they wish. You were growing tired of people like Lori and Hershel treating Shane—someone who had kept the group alive and for so long—like the devil.

She had taken him for granted. Tossed him aside like he’d never mattered in the first place when Rick came back to her. You understood her reuniting with her previously-thought-dead husband, but to act like Shane had never been of any importance to start with? After all he’d done for her and Carl? After tearing himself apart, thinking his best friend was dead for all that time?

You wouldn’t be making that same mistake.

[bullet-prooflove]

TheStudy! Series Part Three: Deserving - Dean Archer x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @helsinkibaby @hufflepuffgirl @mimi-8793

The Study:

Part One: Courting Disaster - Dean realises Jack is courting you.

Part Two: Distance - Dean tries to discuss the distance between the two of you.

At events like the drinks reception with the Board, you’re a show pony. Someone to parade around who can talk the talk and walk the walk.

You’re the Crockett Marcel of the Medical Examiners Service, Jack Dayton’s newest project.

You hate every second of it but the study it’s important, it’s making a real difference in people’s lives. You���ve seen what happens when people don’t get the closure they need, they end up on your table, just like their loved ones before them.

It’s past eleven by the time the reception begins to wind down, you’re tired emotionally, physically. You miss the evenings where you could curl up with Dean on the couch, dressed in nothing but his old Navy t-shirt as his fingers combed lightly through your hair.

You miss your husband a lot actually, the emotional intimacy, the physical aspect. It feels like you’ve barely been in his presence at all over the last few months. You know that’s down to you, this study and everything that comes with it. It steals away your time, your energy and if you let it, it’ll steal away your marriage..

“I’m starting to feel more like your roommate than your husband and I think that’s something we need to talk about.”

He isn’t wrong, he’s supported you throughout the duration of this study and you can barely spare him five minutes. You can’t imagine how much that must hurt because Dean, he’s always made time for you.

You’re staring out of the window when Jack approaches you. The other board members have filtered out of the conference room, there’s just the two of you standing in the dim lighting, surveying the twinkling skyline.

“I need to take a step back.” You say quietly. “Slow down a little, all of this it’s too much.”

“Too much for you or too much for Dean?” He asks and you can hear the distain in his voice.

“For the both of us.” You assert firmly because it’s not just your marriage on the line. It’s your mental health too, your facing burnout. You can feel yourself hurtling towards it because the workload, it’s too much. “I have someone who can help pick up the slack. Her name is Anita Lanik, I can go through her details with you tomorrow. She used to work with social services. She specialised in palliative care advocating for the elderly so she has experience and insight into the challenges we’re facing.”

There’s silence for a moment and in the reflection of the window you see Jack’s jaw clench.

“I don’t understand why you’re with him.” Jack says quietly as he tilts his head towards you. “All he does is hold you back.”

You can understand Jack’s point of view. He envisions himself as a white knight, plucking you from obscurity, elevating you. To him Dean is just a weight around you’re neck, preventing you from putting in more hours, more of your life into the program.

“You don’t know him, you don’t know us.” You chide because honestly you’re getting tired of the way he needles Dean. It’s clear that there’s resentment there, your just not sure where it stems from.

“I know you.” Jack tells you. “I know you deserve better.”

“Jack…” You say but his fingertips are already clasping your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his.

“I can give you better.” He tells you, his thumb trailing over the apple of your cheek. “Let me give you better.”

He kisses you then. It’s confident, forceful, the kiss of a man who  has never been denied a single thing. You pull away and Jack smiles, you place a palm on his chest lightly pushing him away because now you know what this resentment is about, why he despises Dean.

“I’m going home to my husband.” You tell him, picking up your clutch and heading towards the door. “I’ll send you Anita’s details in the morning.”

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[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 19: A Better Offer

Warning: Mention of miscarriage. Some chapters have sex.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

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The following morning found yourself in front of the living room window, absorbing the tranquil beauty of the sunrise while Jake showered. You wore lounge wear and with a freshly brewed pot of coffee prepared, you cradled a cup in your hands, savoring the warmth and aroma. The sound of the shower running and the peaceful sunrise offered a moment of calm reflection as you thought about last night and the last 4 years of your "relationship" with Jake.

As the first rays of sunlight painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, your thoughts meandered through the complexity of emotions and events in the last week and a half that had brought you to this moment. Yet, despite the challenges, there was a resilience to your bond with Jake, a tether that, although stretched, had never broken.

You took a sip of your coffee, the rich flavor grounding you in the present. The sound of the water in the shower ceased, signaling Jake's imminent appearance soon.

You realized that the path forward wasn't about erasing the past but rather about learning from it. It was about acknowledging the pain and the mistakes, but also the love that had endured through it all. The challenge would be to integrate your lives in a way that respected both your independence and your unity as a couple.

As you dwelled on the intimacy of last night, its significance began to resonate even more profoundly. You were always aware that Jake loved with intensity, but the depth of his affection and vulnerability revealed in those moments gave you a new understanding of just how profound his love truly was. This realization highlighted a powerful commonality between you two: both of you loved deeply, with a passion and intensity that was a foundational pillar of your relationship.

Jake came out of the bedroom, clad in his flight suit, ready for the day. "That coffee smells wonderful," he commented, making his way towards the coffee pot.

"There's a travel mug I got for you. It's in the cabinet," you replied, pointing him towards the new purchase designed to keep his coffee warm on the go.

He opened the cabinet, his eyes quickly finding the U.S. Navy travel mug. Setting it on the counter, he filled it with the freshly brewed coffee. "Thanks, darlin'," he said, appreciation evident in his voice.

You heard the sound of the cup being sealed and then his footsteps approaching. Soon, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you gently into his embrace, and planted a kiss on your cheek.

"Morning," he greeted you warmly, his voice close and affectionate.

"Good morning," you responded, leaning into his embrace, feeling the solidity and warmth of him grounding you further. The simplicity of the gesture, the comfort of his proximity—it was these small moments that you realized you had missed the most during the years of separation and sporadic communication.

Turning slightly within the circle of his arm, you faced him, looking up into his eyes. "Did you sleep well?" you asked, genuinely interested in even the smallest details of his existence. These were the daily intricacies you had been absent from, the minutiae that, when woven together, formed the fabric of a shared life.

He grinned, a look of genuine contentment on his face. "I did. Haven't slept that good since we were in Wisconsin or at my parent's house."

His presence, the smell of coffee mingling with the fresh scent of his shower, created a cozy, domestic scene that you wanted to etch into your memory. It was a stark contrast to the turbulent emotions and the vast distances that had characterized much of your marriage. But here, in this moment, with the morning light casting a gentle glow around you, there was a sense of peace, a feeling that, perhaps, everything could indeed be alright.

"And you?" he inquired, turning his attention to how you slept.

You leaned further into his embrace, comforted by his presence. "Wonderfully. Thank you for asking," you replied, appreciating his concern. You sensed him take another sip of his coffee, the warmth of the moment shared between you two.

"What are your plans for today?" he inquired, showing interest in how you'd be spending your day.

"I'm going to check on some emails and then go from there. Do you need me to drive you to work?" you offered, ready to assist him with his commute if necessary.

"No. Coyote is on his way," he replied, indicating that arrangements had already been made for his transportation.

At that moment, a knock sounded at the door. Jake gently turned you to face him. "That's Coyote," he said, giving you a kiss. "I love you." He then moved to answer the door.

"I love you too," you called after him, your words carrying the weight of your feelings.

Coyote entered. "Morning, Y/N."

"Morning, Coyote. You two have a good day," you said, offering them both a smile and well wishes for the day ahead.

"We will," they assured you together, their voices blending in harmony as they exited, the door closing softly behind them.

You pivoted back towards the window, immersing yourself once again in the tranquil beauty of the sunrise. The serene colors of dawn painted the sky, providing a peaceful backdrop as you took a moment to enjoy the quiet morning.

After your shower, you settled at the kitchen table, your laptop open in front of you. You took a sip of your coffee, enjoying the quiet of the morning when your phone dinged, breaking the silence. Reaching for it, you saw a text message from Dr. Colson on the screen. He was asking if you could get in touch with him.

You quickly texted him back, agreeing to initiate a video call, then placed your phone down on the table. Switching to your laptop, you initiated the call to Dr. Colson.

"Y/N! How are you?" Dr. Colson greeted enthusiastically as he accepted the call, his face appearing on your screen.

"Hi, Jason. I'm doing fine," you responded, offering a smile through the screen.

Jason glanced around, noticing the difference in your background. "You're not in your office?"

"No. I'm actually in San Diego," you explained, watching his reaction.

"San Diego?" Jason echoed, surprise evident in his voice.

"Yeah, Jake got called back for a mission and he leaves this Friday," you explained.

Dr. Colson leaned back in his chair, the surprise morphing into understanding as he processed your news. "Ah, I see. That must be quite the adjustment for both of you," he commented thoughtfully. "How are you handling it?"

You paused for a moment, considering how much to share. "It's been… challenging," you admitted. "But we're trying to make the most of the time we have before he leaves."

Jason nodded sympathetically, understanding the complexity of your situation. He then shifted his focus, leaning in slightly. "Anyways, I wanted to talk to you about that Wyoming project."

"Oh, yes!" you responded, your interest piqued.

"Are you still interested?" he asked, a hint of hope in his tone.

"I would love to, but I need to check with my work on when I can do it," you admitted, the prospect exciting yet challenging.

"Dr. Stryker will, of course, be in charge of it again," Jason mentioned, observing your reaction closely.

You shrugged. "That's fine," you replied, your tone neutral.

Dr. Colson studied you for a moment. "Y/N. Did something happen during the first book writing? I've known you for a while now, and I consider you a good friend." His concern was genuine, hinting at the depth of your relationship beyond professional boundaries.

You sighed, a weight seemingly pressing on your shoulders as you prepared to share. "While in Wyoming, Dr. Stryker and I became friends. Pretty close friends, actually. He knew about Jake and everything I was going through, but he kind of took it the wrong way. I told him I just wanted to be friends."

The vulnerability in your voice conveyed the complexity of the situation, hinting at the discomfort and misunderstanding that had arisen from the friendship.

"The day we were at your office before the conference, he told me he still had feelings for me and that he still thought about me. I told him I didn't."

"Y/N. Why didn't you say something?" Jason's voice carried a mix of concern and surprise, reflecting his wish that you had confided in him sooner about the discomfort and tension you were experiencing.

"I was already dealing with enough; I didn't want to put that on someone else, and I left to go back home anyways." Your response highlighted a desire to manage your burdens independently, avoiding adding any stress or complications to others' lives, despite the personal challenges you were facing.

"Well, then how about something different?" Jason suggested, his tone changing, hinting at a new possibility.

You looked at him, intrigued by the shift in the conversation.

"A new grant project just came across my desk specifically asking for you."

Puzzled, you looked at him. "For me? But I don't even work for Texas A&M."

"Well, you made a really good impression on someone here at the conference." Jason's words implied that your expertise and demeanor had caught the attention of influential individuals, opening up unexpected opportunities.

"They want you to be in charge of the livestock study in the upper half of Wisconsin, so you can actually manage this project from home." Jason's announcement revealed an exciting opportunity that not only recognized your capabilities but also accommodated your personal circumstances, allowing you to contribute significantly while remaining in your own environment.

Your eyebrows rose in surprise, processing the unexpected turn the conversation had taken. "That's…wow, Jason. I'm honored they'd consider me for such a project, especially given my current commitments and location. But how did this come about?"

Jason leaned back, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "It seems your work on the previous project, your book, and your presentation here have made quite the impression. Plus, your approach to integrating practical experience with academic research caught someone's eye. They're looking for someone with your unique blend of skills to lead this study."

The possibility excited you, offering a new avenue to apply your expertise while potentially opening doors for future collaborations and projects. "And I'd be able to manage this remotely, from Wisconsin?"

"Exactly," Jason confirmed. "They're looking for someone who understands the local environment, livestock management practices, and has a strong research background. You'd be coordinating with a team, but the bulk of the project management can be done from wherever you're most comfortable."

Taking a moment to ponder the offer, you realized the potential impact this project could have on your career and personal goals. It was a chance to delve into a subject you were passionate about while also providing the flexibility you needed to maintain your commitments to Jake and your home life.

"Jason, this sounds like an incredible opportunity. I'm definitely interested. What are the next steps? How do I find out more about the project specifics and expectations?"

"We can set up a meeting with the project sponsors and the main stakeholders at Texas A&M. They're eager to discuss the project with you, go over the goals, and see how you envision leading this study. I'll coordinate with them to find a time that works for everyone."

"Thank you, Jason. Really, I appreciate you bringing this opportunity to me. Let's set up that meeting some time next week. I'm eager to learn more and see how I can contribute to the success of the project."

"Sounds like a plan. I'll touch base with you this weekend?"

"Yeah, that should work. If anything comes up on my end, I'll let you know."

"Sounds good. And tell Jake I said hi."

"I will. Thanks again, Jason." You ended the call, feeling a mix of anticipation for the new project and gratitude for the unexpected support.

"So, how did you end up with someone as amazing as Y/N?" Phoenix inquired of Jake as they exited the classroom. "She just seems way beyond your usual catch."

Jake quirked an eyebrow in response. "And what expertise do you have on the kind of women I'm interested in?"

Phoenix shrugged, her expression transforming into a teasing smile. "Could be your charm at work."

Jake glanced at her, slightly amused. "That's my piloting skills you're thinking of, not my romantic life."

Phoenix chuckled, shaking her head. "Fair point. But seriously, there must be something. Y/N is impressive. How'd you convince her to stick around with a daredevil like you?"

"It's all about that Hangman charm, Phoenix," he declared with a confident smirk.

Phoenix rolled her eyes again, her tone laced with mock annoyance. "To me, it comes off more as an irritation, but sure, keep seeing it your way."

"There's no need to imagine anything, Phoenix. I'm married to an incredible woman."

"I won't argue with that. I'm just curious how you managed to win over such an amazing woman."

Jake's laughter filled the air, a testament to the comfortable camaraderie between them, even amidst the teasing. "Like I've been telling you, it's all down to the Hangman charm."

Phoenix simply shook her head, amusement dancing in her eyes. "You're an idiot."

You were wrapping up with your final email of the day when the sound of the apartment door swinging open broke the silence. Jake stepped inside, greeting you with a warm, "Hey, darlin'," as he shut the door behind him and made his way over to you.He planted a quick kiss on your lips. "How was your day?" he inquired, his face lighting up with a broad smile.

You knew your husband too well and wondered why he was so happy. "Actually, my day was really good. Should I be concerned that you're so happy?"

"Nope," he responded, with an air of casual nonchalance and then looked you up and down. "You didn't get dressed today?"

You shrugged, slightly puzzled. "Why would I be? I just went through emails all day. Didn't even step out."

"Find anything positive?" he inquired, heading towards the fridge to fetch a beer.

"Actually, yes. Do you recall the Wyoming project Dr. Stryker offered me to collaborate on?"

You noticed Jake's body stiffen at the mention of the name. "Yeah," he replied, as he grabbed a bottle opener and opened his beer. He then slowly started walked towards you.

"I'm not going to take it. I talked with Jason about what happened the last time."

"But, Y/N, wasn't that what you were aiming for?" He asked, settling into the chair opposite you.

"Yes, it was. But I've been offered a grant for a different project closer to home. It allows me to work remotely while still fulfilling my responsibilities."

Jake's eyes widened in surprise. "Really?"

"Yes, I'm planning to discuss the details with Jason next week, but from what I've heard so far, everything sounds ideal."

Jake closed his eyes, his face breaking into a contented grin.

Observing him, you ventured, "You didn't really want me to take that job in Wyoming, did you?"

He opened his eyes, meeting your gaze. "We're still committed to being honest with each other, right?"

You shot him a knowing look.

"Okay, I'll take that as a confirmation. But to answer your question, yes, I was secretly hoping you'd turn down that one."

Your expression softened at his admission, understanding the complexity of emotions that must have been swirling within him. "It's because of Dorian, isn't it?"

He paused to take a sip of his beer. "I cannot confirm or deny that statement."

You shut your laptop, signaling the end of that conversation thread. "Don't worry about it. I had my reservations too."

"So, what's the project about?"

"From what I've gathered, it's a study on livestock. I'll probably have a clearer picture after my discussion with Jason next week."

Jake let out a sigh. "You know, my deployment is just a few days away. When we first got married, leaving didn't seem as tough. Why does it feel so different this time?"

"I believe last time, we hadn't fully grasped the impact of loss on one another. Now that we understand, our relationship has evolved. Our love never waned, but we've had to learn how to heal together this past week and a half." Reaching out, you took his hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

"You know, Phoenix was wondering how I managed to end up with someone as incredible as you. Now, she's got me asking myself the same question."

You couldn't help but smile at his words, feeling a mix of warmth and amusement. "Was she now?" you asked, your tone light, teasing. "Well, it's quite simple, really. You charmed me with your undeniable charm."

"See! That's exactly what I told her!"

Jake’s response, laced with a playful pride, made you laugh. "Oh, is that so? Well, it must be true then," you played along, keeping the mood light and affectionate. "But in all honesty, Jake, it wasn't just the charm," you added, capturing his gaze with a look of sincerity. "It was your heart, your strength, and how you make me feel safe and loved. Those are the things that truly won me over."

He listened intently, his playful demeanor softening into one of warmth and affection. "I guess I'm just lucky then, to have found someone who sees me for more than just the pilot or the charm."

"And let's not forget to mention the cockiness and stubbornness," you added playfully.

Jake chuckled, the sound rich and full of affection. "Ah, yes, how could I forget those charming qualities?" he replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "They're part of the complete package, after all."

"You know, it's those very traits that somehow make you even more endearing to me," you confessed, a smile playing on your lips. "They remind me of your determination and passion, even if they do drive me up the wall sometimes."

He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle. "Well, I suppose it's a good thing they work in my favor then. And just for the record, your patience and understanding with my less-than-perfect traits? That's part of what makes you so incredible to me." He cupped your face in his hands, and you closed your eyes, basking in the gentle warmth.

The moment stretched out, a small island of peace in the midst of life's relentless pace. His hands, strong yet so gentle, framed your face, and you could feel the weight of his affection, heavy and tangible in the air between you. When you opened your eyes, it was to find his gaze fixed on you, filled with an emotion so profound that it seemed to momentarily pause the world around you.

"Jake," you whispered, your voice carrying a mixture of love, gratitude, and a hint of the inevitable sadness that the thought of his departure brought. "I just want you to know... no matter where you are, or what happens, you're always with me. Right here." You placed your hand over your heart, the gesture simple but laden with meaning.

"And you're with me," he murmured back. "You make me a better man, Y/N. I carry your love with me, no matter where I go. It's what keeps me grounded, what gives me the strength to come back."

His words, so full of emotion and sincerity, resonated deep within you, wrapping around your heart like a comforting embrace. It was a powerful reminder of the strength of your connection, a bond that distance and time could not weaken.

In that moment, the world seemed to stand still, allowing you both to bask in the quiet strength of your love. It was a love that had grown and deepened through challenges and triumphs, a love that was resilient and enduring.

As you both lingered in the warmth of the moment, you realized that this was the essence of what it meant to truly be with someone. It wasn't just about the physical presence; it was about knowing that you carried a piece of each other within your hearts, no matter where life took you.

With a tender smile, you reached up, tracing the lines of his face with a gentle touch, memorizing every detail. "I'll be here, Jake. Holding down the fort, and counting the days until you return. You have my heart, always."

He leaned into your touch, his eyes reflecting the same depth of feeling. "And you have mine, Y/N. Always."

"It's going to be different this time, Jake."

"It will be," he concurred.

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[wrightingdungeon]

Caught on Replay 3

Ok, I really like this story, like I have been thinking about this over Shane... SHANE!

MDNI - Chp1 / Chp2 / Chp4

Sighing softly as Harvey walked through the quiet morning streets, he couldn't stop replaying last week's events in his mind. He had completely fumbled his attempt to get closer to Farmer, his nerves getting the better of him at the worst possible moment. The memory of it made his cheeks flush with embarrassment all over again.

As he approached the museum, he took a deep breath and pushed the door open, stepping inside with a somewhat clear mind. The familiar scent of old books and polished wood greeted him, wrapping him in a sense of comfort he desperately needed. He walked quietly to the desk to return the book he had borrowed, exchanging pleasantries with Gunther.

Maybe he should take up the suggestion of a dating book while he was there, he thought as he wandered through the aisles. It had been a while since he'd even attempted to flirt with anyone, and his social skills were definitely rusty. The thought brought a wry smile to his face—Harvey, the town's doctor, seeking advice on matters of the heart from a paperback like it was an actual love doctor.

Stepping into the library section of the museum, Harvey glanced around the modest space. The library's selection wasn't vast; there was a comforting intimacy to its shelves. He scanned for titles that might shed light on overcoming awkward encounters. Finally, his eye caught a book by "Dr. Hakim" that seemed promising. With a nod to himself, he picked it up and headed towards one of the study tables tucked in a corner.

As he turned the corner, he froze in his tracks. There you were, sitting at a table near the window, your head resting in your palm as your eyes scanned the pages of a book lying flat in front of you. A mix of surprise and nervousness washed over him. He hesitated, unsure if he should approach you or quietly find another spot. But seeing you there, so engrossed in your reading, stirred something in him—a desire to make things right, to bridge the gap his mistakes had created.

Summoning his courage, he took a deep breath and walked over to your table. "Hey, Farmer," he greeted softly, hoping not to startle you.

You looked up, your eyes meeting his with a mix of curiosity and guardedness. "Oh, hi, Harvey," you replied, sitting up a bit straighter. "What's up?"

"Returning a book," he said, holding up the one he'd just picked out. "And, uh, looking for some new reading material."

You glanced at the book in his hand, a small smile playing on your lips. "Book of Love?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Harvey felt his face flush with embarrassment. "Yeah, well, I figured it couldn't hurt," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "I thought I could use some pointers after, you know, last week."

Your smile softened, and you gestured to the seat across from you. "Wanna sit?" you offered.

Harvey nodded, grateful for the invitation. He sat down and placed the book on the table, feeling a bit more at ease. "What are you reading?" he asked, trying to make casual conversation.

You glanced at your book and then back at him. "Different kinds of nutrient mixes," you replied with a hint of enthusiasm. "I'm trying to up the quality of my harvest."

Harvey's interest was piqued. "That's really interesting. I've always admired how much effort you put into your farm," he said sincerely. "It must be rewarding to see the results."

You nodded, your eyes lighting up. "Oh, It is. There's something really satisfying about seeing a crop grow because of the care you put into it. But there's always room for improvement, and I'm always looking for ways to improve."

He smiled, chuckling softly. "I can understand that. Looks like we're both trying to find ways to improve, huh?"

You chuckled softly in return. "Yeah, I guess so. Different topics, but the same idea."

A moment of comfortable silence settled between you, the quiet rustling of pages and the soft sunlight filtering through the windows creating a serene atmosphere. Harvey shifted in his seat, his expression turning more serious as if grappling with something inside.

"I'm sorry," Harvey blurted out softly, setting his book down and meeting your gaze with earnest eyes.

"For what?" You looked genuinely puzzled, tilting your head slightly.

"For sounding like a jerk at the festival," Harvey admitted, rubbing the back of his head.

You sighed gently, closing your book with a thoughtful expression. "Harvey... It's okay."

"And for leaving without a word," he added, his voice tinged with regret. "I should have been more upfront with you."

A mix of emotions flickered across your face—frustration, longing, and a hint of sadness—as memories of that difficult time resurfaced. "Harvey... It wasn't just leaving. It was how you left."

Harvey sighed, his gaze momentarily dropping before meeting yours again. "I know. And I regret it. I was so focused on medical school, on trying to build a future... I thought it was the right thing to do."

"But what about us?" you asked softly, your voice tinged with hurt.

He hesitated, searching for the right words. "I thought... I thought it was best to let things settle. I... didn't handle it well, and I'm sorry."

The weight of unresolved emotions hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of old books and the faint murmur of distant voices. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "Harvey, you didn't just leave. You disappeared. And I had to deal with the aftermath."

"I'm sorry," Harvey whispered, his voice heavy with remorse. "I... never meant for things to end up like that."

The honesty in his words touched you deeply, stirring up a mix of emotions you had long buried. "I know you didn't. But it hurt, Harvey."

Tentatively, he reached out, his hand hovering between you. "Can we... can we try to make things right?"

You met his gaze, seeing the sincerity and regret etched in his expression. A part of you wanted to push him away, to shield your heart from further pain. But another part—the part that still cared—yearned for closure, for a chance to heal old wounds.

Taking a leap of faith, you nodded slowly, reaching out to take his hand. "Maybe."

Harvey's eyes softened with gratitude, relief evident in his expression. "Thank you," he whispered, squeezing your hand gently.

The tension between you seemed to ease, replaced by a tentative sense of hope. For a while, neither of you spoke, content to sit in each other's presence, absorbing the quiet intimacy of the library.

Eventually, Harvey broke the silence, his voice soft but earnest. "I want you to know... I've never stopped thinking about you, about us."

You looked at him, your heart fluttering with a mix of emotions. "I haven't either," you admitted quietly. "It's just... After you left…. It was difficult."

"I know," he said softly, his gaze steady on yours. "And I'm truly so so sorry."

"I believe you," you replied honestly. "But I’m still mad at you."

Harvey nodded, his expression sheepish. "I understand. I feel like I deserve more than that."

The content silence settled between you again, time rolling on without a care. Soon you glanced at the clock on the wall and realized how much time had passed. "I should probably get back to the farm," you got up gathering your things.

Harvey nodded, a hint of reluctance in his eyes. "Of course. I don't want to keep you."

As you turned to leave, he followed suit, walking with you toward the museum's exit. Outside, the evening sun bathed the town in a warm glow, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets.

"Harvey," you began hesitantly, turning to face him. "Would you... want to come over for dinner?"

Harvey's eyes widened slightly in surprise at your invitation, his heart skipping a beat at the unexpected offer. He hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts before responding.

"I... I'd like that," he replied softly, a hint of hopefulness in his voice. "I'd really like that."

A tentative smile touched your lips, relief, and nervousness mingling in your expression. "Great. Just... let me finish up a few things at the farm, and then you can come over. Say, in about an hour?”

Harvey nodded eagerly. "I'll be there."

[hrefna-the-raven]

Heart of Steel

Fallout masterlist - main masterlist

Chapter 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

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Summary: Maxson suffers through his hangover and makes preparations for the last evening before he'll need to let you travel to the Glowing Sea

Notes: a bit of an inbetween chapter, the next chapter will move faster through the story to finally move it up to Blind Betrayal :)

Warnings: smut (18+)

Chapter 9 - The morning-after-date

Maxson groaned, the throbbing headache along with knocks felt like a jackhammer demolishing the inside of his head. Despite the lack of response, Cade decided to enter and walked towards Maxson who buried his face into the pillow.

"Not now", he grumbled.

"I'm sorry Elder, but I'm here on behalf of a worried Knight. I  don't care how she knew, but given the state you're in, it was the right call to send me."

Reluctantly, Maxson allowed Cade to pull him up to sit on the bed. His eyes, bloodshot and weary, met Cade's concerned gaze.

"What do you want, Cade?", Maxson asked, his voice tinged with both annoyance and despair.

Cade reached into his leather bag and rummaged around, searching for something. After a moment, he pulled out a glass bottle containing a blueish liquid and held it out to Maxson.

"My very own anti-hangover recipe", he offered a gentle smile, "as to what I want, you instructed me to keep track of every soldier's mental health, which includes you as well. So you want to tell me what happened?"

Cade grabbed a chair from the desk, pulled it up to the bed and took a seat, watching Maxson inspecting the liquid before taking a sip.

"This is horrible", Arthur complained, the disgust on his face evident.

"Worse than the headache?", Cade asked, chuckling as he saw Maxson shake his head.

The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of Arthur's deep breaths. He looked at Cade, his gaze filled with hesitation, knowing the weight of his words as soon as they were spoken. With a resigned sigh, he began to recount the events around you that had led them to this moment. His voice quivered as he confessed that the weight of leadership and the constant struggle to balance it with his love for you had become almost unbearable. The responsibility of the Brotherhood's future rested on his shoulders while the desire for intimacy and love tore at him and it had taken a toll on him. Cade sat in attentive silence, his face a mask of neutrality, as he listened to the Elder's every word. When the Elder had finished, the doctor looked at him for a moment, a gentle smile forming on his lips before he spoke up.

"Arthur," he began, his tone gentle yet firm, "your burden is not yours alone to bear. We are a Brotherhood and we stand together, which also includes her now. I can assure you if you'd know what your soldiers are doing in their free time while still performing their duty with best consciousness, you'd be less worried about all this. Why do you keep torturing yourself? If you're in love with her, just tell her and see where is goes. It won't prevent you from being the Elder, you can still chase us all around."

Maxson chuckled at the last sentence. The doctor was right and it wouldn't matter that he had no experience on the matters of love, you never judged him for it, so all that held him back from gaining a little happiness in his life was he himself. He tapped the doctor's shoulder, thanking him for the advice and before he headed out, Arthur had to promise him to take care of himself and talk sooner next time.

You dedicated the entire day to enhancing and repairing your power armour. You had planned on checking in on Maxson but as you would head out to the Glowing Sea tomorrow and dying of radiation poisoning wasn't on your to do list, you postponed your visit to this evening. After a refreshing shower, you swiftly made your way back to your quarters. However, you came to a sudden halt when you noticed a neatly folded crimson fabric and a piece of paper resting on your bed. Intrigued, you examined the items more closely and discovered that it was a flared scarlet dress accompanied by a message. The hastily scribbled note simply stated: 20.00 Control tower. A grin danced on your lips as you had strong suspicions about who had left this here and you wasted no time slipping into the dress. Crafted from a soft garish red fabric, it hung snug around your chest, perfectly highlighting your cleavage, whereas from the hips downwards, it flared out gracefully, falling just above your knee. You put on some make-up, stepped into a pair of well preserved black ballerinas you found during your travels through the Wastelands and you made your way towards the control tower, excitement mingled with nervousness in the pit of your stomach. You couldn't help but wonder what awaited you at the top of the tower.

Finally, the elevator doors opened, and the sight that unfolded before your eyes left you in awe. The control tower was transformed into an enchanting setting, bathed in soft glowing lights that illuminated the space with a warm, romantic ambiance. Countless candles flickered and cast dancing shadows on the walls, creating an ethereal atmosphere. And then, you noticed him. Standing there, dressed impeccably in a pair of black suit trousers and a tight white shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, was the person you had suspected all along. Maxson awaited you with a gentle smile on his face. His eyes locked with yours, full of affection and a hint of desire as he took in the sight of you in that dress.

"Surprised?", he chuckled, taking a step towards you, his hands sliding around your waist to pull you into a hug.

You hummed in agreement, closing your eyes, inhaling his sweet scent before you took a step back again, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Do you remember yesterday evening?", you asked hesitantly.

"Why do you think I spent most of my day redecorating this tower?"

"Oh I don't know...perhaps you got up this morning and decided your grand plans to save the Commonwealth needed a more artistic flair?"

"I woke up with a pounding headache and Cade's disapproving glare thanks to a certain Knight", he joked, "I think said Knight may need to have a serious conversation with her superior."

The sultry tone of his voice went straight to your core. Placing a hand on his chest, a sly smile formed on your lips.

"Perhaps her superior should take care of that then", you whispered, your eyes darting between his and his mouth.

Maxson grew tired of the self-imposed restrictions, the desperation and fear, he only cared for you right now and he leaned in, his lips crashing on yours in a hungry kiss, finally letting go of all that was holding him back. His hands glided down your sides, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your butt. You gasped as he lifted you up, moving a few steps forward to settle you down on one of those faint blue pre-war machines. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours for any sign of approval.

"So, you wanted to talk to me", a mischievous grin formed on your lips, "here we are and I'm all yours", you purred, your hand trailing over his chest, "Elder."

Maxson let out a deep groan, pressing his forehead against yours and you could feel his grip on your thighs tighten. He had never thought the sound of his title could ever arouse him like this but every word leaving that irresistible mouth of yours had the potential to drive him crazy.

"Knight", he breathed, his lips trembling ever so slightly, "I...I..."

He tried to ignore his lust, the sweet temptation of your hand caressing the bulge in his pants, he had to resist for the sake of the most important words he'd ever speak.

"I love you", he took a deep breath, "I want this to be more, I want us to be more, a future for us."

You couldn't help but smile, pulling him closer to hug him tight.

"Me too", you murmured as you trailed kisses down his neck.

You felt your dress shift up while something pulled your underwear down and as you looked up into his blue eyes you saw the endless desire within them. You swallowed a moan at the sight of him, his lips parted slightly, his gaze trailing over your body while he threw your panties to the ground. Your mind went wild, flooding with images of how he'd fuck you right there but he suddenly dropped to his knees, parting your legs and dragging his tongue through your folds.

"Arthur", you cried out, your hand reaching for his head, your fingers entangling in his dark brown hair.

His licks were sloppy but relentless, drawing you closer towards your orgasm each time his tongue circled around your clit. His lips wrapped around your sensitive bud, sucking gently as he pushed two fingers into you, humming satisfied at how wet you were already. Your head fell back against the window, wondering for a brief moment if anyone could see you from the Prydwen but all thoughts were washed away the moment he started thrusting his fingers faster. You were so close, a breath away from the ocean of pleasure you'd gladly drown in but you needed more of him. You pushed his head away, panting while trying to calm yourself a bit before speaking. He got up, worries written all over his face but you wouldn't give him time to voice them as you took his hand, bringing his fingers to your lips and licked them clean. It was the moment Arthur almost fell apart, feeling his cock twitch within his pants while watching you unravel him with such a simple gesture.

"Arthur please", you pleaded, your hands fumbling to unfasten the buttons on his trousers before swiftly pulling them down.

He growled, rubbing his throbbing cock against your wetness. It was almost too much but the threat of sending both of you over the edge became imminent as he glided into you, your walls clenching around his length while both of you moaned loudly. He paused for a moment, breathing heavily, chuckling quietly upon seeing that you were as desperate as he was, pupils blown wide with lust. You wanted everything he would offer you, a burning desire to melt into him, nestled forever within his soul. Arthur began moving, slamming his hips into yours at a sloppy pace. Sinful moans filled the control tower as the shadows dancing on the walls bore witness to your intimacy. Your arms wrapped around his neck, lips clashing on his as you came, legs trembling as love and pleasure blossomed in a mind-shattering orgasm. Feeling your walls clench around him, Arthur promptly followed you, spilling his seed within you, moving away from you after a last few sloppy thrusts. Both of you were panting, broad smiles painted across your lips as you gazed into each other's eyes. Arthur took a rag, cleaning both of you up before taking your hand and leading you to the window, staring into the night sky.

"So what will happen now?", you asked, feeling his grip tighten at your question.

"Whatever we want to happen", he replied, "and after you return from the Glowing Sea we continue our plan to destroy the Institute and I will help you rescue your son."

He turned towards you, the sight of the affection held within your eyes made him weak. He delved into the knowledge of pre-war life, exploring the simple joys that people once experienced, the traditions they held dear—a glimpse into the life that could have been yours. In the harsh wastelands, where time showed no mercy, he yearned to bring you solace, even though romance and leisure were scarce commodities, especially within the ranks of the Brotherhood. Which was exactly why he had planned to ask you something important this evening but upon being in your presence, his courage faltered. Fear and uncertainty crept in, questioning whether it was too soon. He had no experience in such matters and was not long around his parents to grow old enough to ask them for their guidance in such matters. And although he valued Owyn's and Sarah's counsel, they never broached the subject of love with him. The connection that bound you two, it felt unique, a rare treasure he'd neither find nor share with anyone else, a truth he held close to his heart for now. He feared you might not be ready yet, and he couldn't bear the thought of losing you, not at this moment. And so, he led you back to the Prydwen.

Chapter 10 - Institutionalized

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[kingofbodyrolls]

Coming Home (m) | PJM | Part two

When your best friend, Park Jimin, who you’ve had a crush on since forever, suggests you stay at his house to heal and find yourself again after a series of traumatizing events had haunted you for years, you don’t hesitate to accept. Within those walls, a safe haven is woven, where wounds can heal and memories find release. As he nurtures your shattered spirit, an unexpected intimacy unfurls, leaving the fragile barrier between friendship and deeper emotions in question - can you keep your feelings hidden?

→ Pairing: Jimin x reader (female, “Y/N”) → Other characters: Yoongi, Hoseok, Seokjin, OC (female, she is the therapist) and another OC (male, he is the perp). Also readers parents and mention of Jimin's. → AUs: Best friends to lovers!au, detective!jimin → Genres/themes: thriller/dark, yandere vibes, slice of life, healing after trauma, angst, smut and fluff. → Rating: mature/explicit/R18 → Word count: 18,5k → Warnings: Mention of past abuse and sexual assault (r*pe), attempted sexual assault, trauma, stalking, fighting, trust issues, insecurities, slightly thriller vibes, angst, fluff, explicit smut (multiple scenes), kissing, cuddling, unprotected sex (stay safe - OC’s on the pill), penetrative sex, oral sex (both), masturbation (female), mention of masturbation (male), breast play, blowjob, fingering, slice of lice, healing after trauma (including therapy sessions), guns, BIG feelings, protective Jimin, previous character death (a parent), Jimin being soft and loving, self defense, humor, degrading words (whore and bitch). → Disclaimer about warnings: I know nothing about sexual or physical abuse (I only know psychological because I experienced that, not in a sexual context though). This story is fiction, I do not mean to say that this is how one would go through their emotions or handle this situation. This is a delicate and fragile subject, so proceed with caution. I also know nothing about police work or the work in emergency/hospitals. Also, I don’t own BTS or know how they would act in a similar situation. This story is purely fiction, a fragment of my imagination. They just inspire me so much 💜

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In the weeks that followed the 'princess' incident, you and Jimin had grown even closer, your friendship strengthening with each passing day. 

The heart-to-heart conversation you had after that fateful day had cleared the air between you, allowing you both to navigate through the awkwardness and vulnerability.

The two of you settled into a comfortable routine. 

While Jimin worked, you continued to explore the vast realm of entertainment on his laptop. You immersed yourself in the mesmerizing world of YouTube, delving into weird videos, heartwarming stories, and everything in between. 

The laptop became your portal to countless adventures, making the days fly by in a blur of laughter and enjoyment.

You found solace in the familiar comfort of TV shows and movies, their captivating narratives providing an escape from the haunting memories that occasionally resurfaced. 

Music became your constant companion, filling the room with melodies that both soothed and uplifted your soul.

But Jimin was more than just a provider of entertainment; he was also your guide to the outside world. 

The first time he took you out, you were a little hesitant, unsure of what to expect after being confined to the safety of his home. But Jimin's reassuring presence and infectious enthusiasm quickly put you at ease.

Watching a movie together in the theater felt like an adventure, as you savored every moment of shared laughter and excitement. 

It was a simple outing, but it held a deeper significance for you, a reminder that life could still be filled with joy and new experiences.

The walk in the park was a breath of fresh air, quite literally. The sun kissed your cheeks, and the gentle breeze whispered soothing melodies in your ears. 

With Jimin by your side, the world felt less daunting, and the shadows of the past seemed to retreat further into the corners of your mind.

With each passing day, you found yourself falling deeper into the warmth of Jimin's friendship. 

The unrequited feelings you had once harbored began to transform into something different, something more profound and meaningful. But you held back, still afraid to jeopardize the beautiful connection you had with him. 

Despite the fear, you couldn't help but wonder if Jimin felt the same way. There were moments, fleeting glances and gentle touches, that seemed to hint at a deeper affection. 

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, your friendship with Jimin continued to flourish. 

You cherished the time spent together, the laughter, the shared moments of vulnerability, and the unspoken understanding that bound you.

The days with Jimin had become a delightful blend of warmth and confusion, with each passing moment blurring the lines between friendship and something more. It felt like a cozy domesticity that tugged at your heartstrings, making you ache with repressed feelings you could no longer ignore. 

Jimin's kind and gentle nature had captured your heart again, and you found yourself falling deeper into your love for him. 

You and Jimin were inseparable now, doing almost everything together. The more time you spent with him, the harder it became to suppress your ever-growing crush. 

You wondered how he could be so wonderfully caring and affectionate, making your heart skip a beat with every sweet gesture. You couldn't help but love him for all that he was.

But as your feelings transitioned from 'like' to 'love,' you found yourself grappling with uncertainty. 

Did he feel the same way? Or were his acts of kindness merely expressions of friendship? 

You desperately sought clues in his actions, hoping for a sign that his feelings went beyond what you saw on the surface.

The small acts of love he showered on you only added to the confusion. 

The way he prepared food for you, touched your cheek with a lingering touch, and embraced you in warm hugs left your heart racing. 

Those moments were tender and intimate, blurring the boundaries between friendship and something deeper. You sometimes caught him lingering, lost in thought, while cooking. The food would burn, a rare sight for the perfectionist that he was. 

It was amusing and endearing, and it made your heart flutter to think that you might be the reason behind his occasional absent-mindedness.

But you were afraid to act on your feelings without clear confirmation from him. The fear of jeopardizing the precious friendship you shared kept you from making the first move. 

You longed for him to express his feelings, to give you a sign that he felt the same way. 

Yet, deep down, you knew that might never happen. 

And so, you found solace in the friendzone, creating odd displays of affection in an attempt to bridge the gap between friendship and romance. 

The nights where he spooned you until you fell asleep, because your anxiety kept you up, left your mind in a whirlwind of emotions. 

With his dick pressed up against your ass, making it entirely difficult to sleep. Yet, you cherished those intimate moments, secretly hoping they held more meaning than mere friendship.

Deciding to take a leap of faith and seek some answers, you grab your phone and shoot a message to Jimin's friend, Hoseok. 

The cheerful and beaming man had shared his number with you a while back, eager to keep in touch and check on your well-being. 

With a mix of excitement and nerves, you compose a convincing message, hoping to meet up with him for coffee.

You [10.07 am]: Hi Hobi! Do you have time to grab a cup of coffee soon? 😀

Hoseok [10.10 am]: Hi Y/N! I have time right now, I’m off shift. We can meet at the coffee place downtown in 10 😉

You [10.12 am]: Great! See you in 10 🙂

Rushing to gather your things, you throw your phone, keys, and a few essentials into your bag. In your haste, you slip into your favorite pair of sneakers and grab your trusty jacket before locking the door behind you. 

Your heart flutters with anticipation as you jog downtown, feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins and your breath quickening.

Arriving at the coffee shop, you peer through the windows to spot Hoseok already seated at a table with two cups of coffee. 

The sight of him brings a mix of comfort and excitement. 

You take a deep breath to steady yourself, your spent legs urging you forward. With each step, you feel a blend of nervousness and eagerness. 

Finally, you push open the door and step inside, feeling the warmth of the coffee shop envelop you. You approach Hoseok's table, trying to suppress the flutter of butterflies in your stomach. He greets you with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling with genuine friendliness. 

As you take a seat across from the off-duty paramedic, you can't help but wonder if he senses the turmoil brewing inside you.

“Thank you for meeting me,” you say, still out of breath, a smile gracing your lips as you wrap your fingers around the warm coffee cup, relishing its comforting heat. 

Taking a sip, you let out a soft sigh of contentment. “Thanks for this,” you add with gratitude.

Hoseok chuckles, mirroring your actions as he sips his own coffee. “You're welcome,” he replies, his voice carrying a friendly warmth.

“What's on your mind?” he goes straight to the point, his curiosity evident in the sparkle of his eyes. You let out a small laugh, feeling a flutter of nervousness about discussing your feelings. Yet, you decide to be honest and straightforward, not beating around the bush.

“I think I have feelings for Jimin,” you state, your voice tinged with insecurity as you glance down at your coffee cup, almost afraid to meet Hoseok's gaze.

His response catches you off guard, as he bursts into genuine laughter, the sound infectious. You look up, dumbfounded, and ask, “How do you know?” genuinely curious about his insight.

“It's easy to put two and two together,” Hoseok explains, his laughter still bubbling beneath his words. He seems thoroughly amused by the revelation.

“Do you think, or do you know?” he inquires, his tone turning serious.

“I know,” you reply with certainty, admitting that you've been harboring these feelings for Jimin for quite some time.

“I’m afraid to say anything to him. I’m not sure he feels the same…” you begin to fidget with your cup, circling it around in your hands.

This only seems to intensify Hoseok's laughter, and he has to hold his stomach, the mirth almost overwhelming him. You cross your arms in displeasure, pouting at his reaction.

“He 100% likes you, Y/N,” Hoseok assures, struggling to compose himself as he tries to convey the sincerity of his statement.

“Nah, you're shitting me” you retort, still not fully believing what you're hearing, crossing your arms tighter almost unconsciously.

Hoseok continues to chuckle, his gaze unwavering as he looks directly at your face. 

“Damn, you must really be blind, girl” he says playfully, amused by your baffled expression.

As Hoseok's words sink in, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions floods your mind. 

Does Jimin really like you? 

You find yourself replaying all the moments you've spent with him, analyzing each affectionate gesture and word. Frustration mixes with hope as you try to make sense of it all, and before you know it, a snort of laughter escapes your lips, surprising even yourself. 

Hoseok joins in, his laughter never having ceased, and you both share a lighthearted moment amidst the weight of your revelation. 

The coffee shop becomes a sanctuary for sharing stories and experiences. 

You find comfort in talking to Hoseok, someone who knows Jimin well, and you discuss your lives and the challenges of your respective careers. The conversation flows effortlessly, and you discover a newfound camaraderie with Hoseok. 

As he shares tales of their paramedic work and the occasional antics at the hospital, you can't help but laugh at some of the more absurd incidents they've encountered.

As the minutes turn into hours, you realize that this impromptu meeting with Hoseok has provided you with much-needed clarity and a sense of reassurance. 

You now feel more confident in confronting your feelings for Jimin, ready to address any uncertainties that may have been holding you back.

As you stroll leisurely back home, you can't help but feel a mischievous grin spread across your lips. 

The knowledge that Jimin may have feelings for you ignites a playful spark within you. You decide to indulge in a little teasing and see how he reacts.

You begin preparing the ingredients for the vegetarian lasagna, humming a cheerful tune to yourself. The thought of Jimin's possible feelings adds an extra spring to your step.

As the lasagna starts to bake in the oven, you decide to set the stage for a playful evening. You change into a cute, slightly flirty outfit that showcases your best features. 

With a knowing smile, you glance at yourself in the mirror, feeling confident and ready for whatever the night may bring.

When Jimin returns home, he's greeted by the inviting scent of Italian food. 

As he approaches, you're busy cleaning up, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness in his presence. The sound of his footsteps grows closer, and before you know it, his arms wrap around you from behind. 

He eyes your outfit, a flowy dress that barely covers your ass and  shows off your cleavage. You were going to be the death of him.

His warm embrace envelops you, and you can't help but lean into his touch, relishing the feeling of his strong arms around you. 

He nuzzles his face against your ear, and you can feel his warm breath tickling your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His familiar vanilla scent mixed with the subtle aroma of coffee fills your senses, making your heart skip a beat.

“It smells good, what are you making?” he murmurs, his voice soft and soothing, like a warm caress to your soul.

You turn around to face him, your heart fluttering in your chest at the sight of his affectionate gaze. “Vegetarian lasagna,” you reply, trying to steady your voice, which feels shaky in his presence.

He smiles, and the look in his eyes intensifies with admiration. 

“You never cease to amaze me,” he says, his voice a gentle whisper that only adds to the intimacy of the moment as his eyes linger a moment too long on your cleavage.

As Jimin diligently cleans the dishes, you find yourself lost in the pleasant afterglow of the dinner, relishing the warmth and comfort of your shared space. The soft sound of running water and clinking dishes forms a soothing background to your thoughts. You can't help but smile to yourself, feeling a newfound sense of closeness with Jimin. 

“Thanks for making dinner,” he says with a grateful smile, reaching over to gently nudge your shoulder.

“Of course” you reply, your heart warming at his appreciation. 

“I actually enjoyed cooking tonight. Maybe I should do it more often?” you add playfully, secretly hoping for more opportunities to share moments like these with him.

Jimin's eyes light up with excitement. “I'd love that” he says sincerely, and you notice the way his gaze lingers on you, as if he can't get enough of simply being in your presence.

As you follow Jimin into the living room, you can't help but admire the way the soft glow of the lamps casts a warm ambiance, creating a cozy atmosphere that feels like home. 

He settles on the couch, patting the empty space beside him, inviting you to join him. You happily oblige, sinking into the comfort of the cushions, feeling a sense of ease wash over you as you snuggle up close to him.

Jimin scrolls through the movie options on his phone, and you can't help but sneak glances at him, admiring the way his eyes crinkle in concentration. It's moments like these that make your heart swell with affection, cherishing every bit of time you get to spend together.

As the movie starts, you both settle into a comfortable silence, the sound of the movie filling the room. Jimin's warmth envelops you, and you find yourself leaning closer to him, feeling his steady heartbeat against your side. 

It's occasions like these when you realize just how much you enjoy his company—how effortlessly you fit together, as if you were made to be side by side.

A yawn escapes Jimin, and you can't help but smile at his adorable drowsiness. 

“Long day?” you ask softly, running your fingers through his hair, thinking he’ll probably fall asleep on the couch again.

“Yeah, but I want to spend time with you even though I’m tired” he replies with a sleepy grin, making your heart flutter.

“I can give you a massage,” you blurt out, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you can second-guess yourself. 

You hope he'll agree, not only to soothe his tired body but also to find a way to be close to him. Jimin's eyes flicker with surprise, and you could have sworn you caught a hint of a blush before it disappeared. 

His reaction makes you internally giddy, but you do your best to keep your composure. 

“You don't have to,” he mumbles, and you can sense his embarrassment. But you shake your head, determined to offer him this small act of care and affection.

“I know it will help you relax. Now give me your feet,” you say, your voice gentle yet firm. You want him to understand that you genuinely want to do this for him.

Jimin's heart races wildly as you take his foot into your hands. 

He can't believe he agreed to this massage, not when he knows how much of a risk it is for his self-control. 

Your touch is gentle yet firm, and he feels a shiver run down his spine as your fingers glide smoothly over his skin.

He watches you closely, trying to gauge your reaction, but you seem focused on your task. As you start rubbing long strides along his foot, Jimin can't help but tense up under your touch.

It feels oddly intimate, and he tries to suppress the gasp that threatens to escape his lips. But when a small moan slips past his defenses, he can't hide the pleasure your massage is giving him. 

He quickly bites down on his bottom lip, trying to muffle any further sounds of delight. 

He doesn't want you to know the effect you're having on him, afraid that it might make things awkward between you.

You continue with the massage, and Jimin's mind races with conflicting emotions. 

On one hand, he wants you to stop because he's not sure he can handle the sensations you're stirring in him. On the other hand, he never wants this moment to end, cherishing the closeness you're sharing.

Jimin's mind races with a mix of pleasure and panic as your hands work their magic on his feet. But as the sensations intensify, he can't help but find his thoughts wandering to a more intimate territory. 

He tries to suppress the images forming in his mind, attempting to think about mundane things, work, and anything else that might distract him from the pleasure he feels. 

But it's no use. 

Your touch is too gentle, too tantalizing, and his body betrays him with a twitch between his legs. 

He bites down on his bottom lip, hoping you won't notice the internal struggle he's facing.

You focus on the task at hand, trying to provide him with some relief and relaxation. 

Jimin, on the other hand, is struggling to keep his composure. 

The pleasurable sensations shooting up his body are too much to handle, and he can't shake the dirty images forming in his mind. 

He knows he shouldn't be thinking about such things, especially not when you're just trying to be a good friend. But your gentle touch and the closeness between you are making it increasingly difficult for him to control his desires.

As you continue to massage Jimin's foot, your attention remains solely focused on providing him comfort and relaxation. 

Your innocent demeanor doesn't give away any hint of the effect your touch is having on him. Jimin's heart races as he watches you, trying desperately to hide his growing desire.

He clears his throat nervously, hoping to distract you from what's happening to him. 

Swiftly, he grabs a throw blanket and a pillow, creating a makeshift barrier to conceal his body's response. 

He drapes the blanket over his stomach and thighs, attempting to hide the evidence of his arousal. The pillow on his lap serves as an extra layer of protection, shielding his growing embarrassment from your view. 

You don't seem to notice his actions, engrossed in your task, still completely oblivious to the effect you're having on him. Jimin can't help but admire your innocence and pure intentions. He knows that you're just being caring and kind, and he doesn't want to ruin the moment by making things awkward.

“Is it good?” you look up at him, smiling like a kid on christmas morning. 

How the fuck don’t you know what you are doing to him? 

He manages to nod his head while he tries to suppress the moans threatening to leave his lips. 

The ten minutes you massage his right foot seem to stretch into eternity and he doesn't know if he should feel relief when you shove the foot away only to grab his left one. 

You give that foot the same attention as the first. 

When you deem it enough, you shove his foot away and give him a pleased smile. 

As you finish massaging his left foot, he feels a mix of relief and disappointment. Relief that the intense sensations have finally come to an end, but disappointment because a part of him secretly wished it would continue. 

He tries to hide his conflicting emotions behind a small smile, unsure if you can see through his facade.

“Thanks for the massage,” he says, trying to sound casual as he readjusts the blanket on his lap. 

“You're really good at it” maybe he can finally excuse himself to the bathroom. But the reprieve he seeks is interrupted when you tell him to turn around and face his back to you. 

He looks at you flabbergasted, while he does his best to hide his shock and embarrassment, “What?”

“I want to massage your back. You have been sitting at your desk a lot today, no? You slouch more than usual” you point towards his shoulders with a loving smile.

He blushes and feels his chest tighten at your thoughtfulness. 

He nods, because you are right; he had spent all day at his desk doing paperwork. 

Getting his back, shoulders and neck massaged would ease up all the knots, so he decides to turn around, almost choking on a groan. 

He feels your hands on his back and wonders if he should take his shirt off. “Keep it on” you say with a light chuckle as you press your fingers softly into his back. He lets out a nervous chortle as you seem to read his mind. 

You grab and press at his back muscles, kneading him like bread. 

It feels so good he has to bite his lip again, to muffle the noises threatening to escape his traitorous mouth. 

When you get to his shoulders, you curl your hands under his shirt to have better access. You feel many knots under his shoulder blades and knead away. Then you place your delicate fingers on his neck and he feels his dick twitch again. 

He is really trying so hard to not get aroused, but you are making it so damn hard for him. A loud moan escapes his lips and he immediately puts his hand up to cover his mouth. 

“Are you okay?” you try to lift yourself from your sitting position behind him to look at his face, but you can’t really see him from this angle. 

He nods frantically, not trusting his mouth to not betray him again. You keep massaging him some more until you feel you have worked out every single knot in his sore muscles. 

“All done,” you say while you make a loud yawn, stretching your hands over your head.

Jimin clears his throat and gives you a light ‘thank you’ while he stands up with his back to you. 

“I just have to use the bathroom. I’ll be back real quick,” he excuses himself and walks away in a hurry. 

He hisses at the sight between his legs when he gets into the bathroom. His erected cock is mocking him, as he was unable to control his desire for you. 

Hopefully, you didn’t notice anything weird. But now he had to take care of his predicament before you thought the time he spent in the bathroom was too long. 

The exhaustion finally catches up with you, and your body surrenders to the overwhelming tiredness. Your eyes flutter closed, and you sink deeper into the soft embrace of the couch. The TV's flickering light becomes a mere blur as sleep starts to claim you.

Jimin emerges from the bathroom with shame filling his body. 

He can’t believe he had to jerk himself off to lewd images of you, to get his dick to calm down.

You would probably be grossed out, if you knew what he had done. 

You are his best friend, what is wrong with him? 

When he reaches the couch he finds you sleeping peacefully letting out small delicate breaths. 

He smiles to himself as the shame from earlier is replaced with yearning and affection. He walks to your sleeping form and reaches down to grab you in his arms, then walks to your bedroom and puts you down, covering you with your duvet and a kiss on your forehead.

As the days turn into months, the bond between you and Jimin only grows stronger, entwining your lives in a beautiful dance of friendship and sexual frustration.

Laughter echoes through the halls of his home, filling the space with joy and warmth.

Yet, beneath the surface, there's an undercurrent of emotions that both of you are afraid to address. The unspoken feelings between you tangle and twist, a delicate web of desire, uncertainty, and affection. 

Jimin yearns to tell you how he feels, but fear of rejection holds him back. And you, in turn, have your own insecurities, unsure if risking your friendship is worth the chance of something more.

But despite the unspoken, the love in the air is palpable. 

Others can see it, feel it in the way you look at each other, in the way you unconsciously gravitate towards one another, and in the warmth that radiates when you share the same space.

As the days stretched into weeks, and months, you found yourself growing more at ease in Jimin's home. 

The initial fear of overstaying your welcome began to dissipate as he made you feel like a cherished guest, not an intrusion. Still, a tiny part of you couldn't shake the thought of getting a place of your own, but the fear of the unknown lingered like a shadow. 

The unsolved mystery of the perpetrator added to your unease. The thought of being alone in a new place made your heart race, and you found solace in the familiarity and safety of Jimin's home. 

He never pressed you to leave, instead offering his reassurance that you were welcome to stay for as long as you needed.

In the dimly lit office of your psychologist, Chin-Sun, you take a deep breath, your hands slightly trembling in your lap. 

The soft hum of the air conditioning seems to echo your nervousness, but you're determined to open up about something that has been weighing heavily on your heart - Jimin.

Chin-Sun sits across from you, her warm gaze encouraging you to speak your mind. The past few months had been a journey of self-discovery, thanks to her guidance. 

You had made significant progress, delving into past traumas and fears, but this was different. This was about your feelings for Jimin, a subject you had kept hidden, even from Chin-Sun.

“I...I've been feeling something for my best friend, Jimin,” you start hesitantly, your voice barely above a whisper. “It's more than just friendship, and it's been growing bigger with time.”

She leans forward, her eyes attentive and compassionate. “Tell me more about these feelings, Y/N” she encourages, her soothing tone offering you a safe space to unload your emotions.

You take a deep breath, trying to articulate the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you, “It's like... I care about him so much, more than I can put into words. I find myself drawn to him in ways I can't explain. When we're together, it's like the world fades away, and there's just this connection between us, this unspoken understanding.”

As you speak, the knots in your chest begin to loosen, and you continue to pour out your heart to Chin-Sun. 

You recount the moments spent with Jimin - the laughter, the stolen glances, and the way his touch makes your heart flutter. The uncertainty of his feelings for you gnaws at you, but you're grateful for the bond you share.

“I just don't know if he feels the same way,” you confess, vulnerability lacing your words. 

“Hoseok said he does, but... I don't want to misinterpret anything. What if it ruins our friendship?”

Chin-Sun's gentle smile reassures you. 

“It's natural to fear the unknown, Y/N. But remember, expressing your feelings doesn't have to be an all-or-nothing situation. You've built a strong foundation of friendship with Jimin, and he cares about you deeply.” 

She hands you a tissue as tears well up in your eyes, “Talking to him about your feelings might open up a new chapter in your relationship. It's okay to take that risk, as long as you're true to yourself.”

You nod, taking in her advice, “I just wish I could be sure of his feelings before I say anything.”

She smiles warmly, “Sometimes, we have to trust our hearts and take that leap of faith. If you don't share your feelings, you might always wonder 'what if?' You deserve to know where this connection could lead.”

You let out an airy exhale, feeling the lump in your throat grow with every word you speak, “But... I'm afraid to confess, because I'm damaged and broken. I... I can't give him what he deserves.” 

The vulnerability in your words hangs in the air, and you see empathy reflected in Chin-Sun's eyes, "Y/N, none of us are perfect. We all carry our scars, our past experiences. It doesn't make you any less deserving of love or happiness.”

“But what if he sees my flaws and decides he doesn't want someone like me romantically?” you ask, your voice cracking with emotion. “I don't want to burden him with my baggage” you say in a definitive voice, trying to keep your feelings at bay.

Chin-Sun leans forward, her gaze unwavering. “You deserve love and care, just like anyone else. And the right person will see you for who you are and embrace every part of you.”

You let out a sigh, the tear that had escaped now followed by others. “I'm afraid of losing him, Chin-Sun. He means so much to me, and I don't want to risk our friendship.”

“It's understandable to feel that way,” she responds softly. “But remember, holding onto your feelings might also come with regrets. You have the right to express yourself, to be honest about what's in your heart.”

As Chin-Sun offers her wisdom, you feel a sense of reassurance wash over you. Maybe it's finally time to confront your fears, to take that leap and open your heart to Jimin.

“Confessing is scary, but it's also liberating,” she adds, her voice gentle yet firm. “No matter the outcome, you will have been true to yourself, and that is a gift you can give yourself.”

You take a deep breath, finding courage in her words. “Thank you, Chin-Sun,” you say, a glimmer of hope in your eyes. “I think... I'm ready to take that leap.”

“Also, you said that you couldn’t give him what he deserves. What exactly do you feel he deserves, that you can’t give him?” 

The soft glow of the therapy room gives you a sense of comfort, but the question is anything but. You fidget with your hands, trying to find the right words to express the inner turmoil you've been grappling with.

You swallow hard and run a hand through your hair, your voice is meek and your eyes dart back to your feet, “I think he deserves to get sex.” 

At your revelation, you feel your eyes tear up again as you had been holding that thought to yourself for so long. You feel vulnerable and exposed, as you wait for her to give you her insight.

She gives you a comforting look, “Y/N, sex is not supposed to be something that you just ‘give’ to the other person, like some sort of transaction. I know that this subject is gray for you, with your trauma. I know it makes it harder. But sex with the right person, and when you want to, might I add, can feel so beautiful and transcendent,” she says with a soft smile and hope lingering in her voice.

You nod and you know that intimacy is a subject that is hard for you. 

But when you think about your attraction for Jimin, you also feel a raw, carnal sexual pull, and you don’t know how to act on these feelings. As frustration fills your body, you blurt, “I want to have sex with him, but I’m afraid.” 

You huff out a frustrated sigh, well now you let the cat out of the bag didn’t ya? 

Chin-Sun looks at you with eyes as big as saucers and she lets out a slight chuckle. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. I didn’t mean to be insensitive. It’s just. Talk to him first, and take things one step at a time,” she says reassuringly.

“And if the time comes, there’s also many other ways to be intimate, than sex” she adds with a hopeful smile.

As you leave the therapy session, determination fills your heart. 

You've decided to face your fears and confess your feelings to Jimin, knowing that whatever the outcome, it's a step toward embracing your true feelings.

As you lay in your bed, the rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, you can't help but let your mind wander to thoughts of Jimin. 

Memories of the times you've spent together flood your thoughts, and you find yourself replaying the moments when he was there for you, offering comfort and support. The sound of his laughter echoes in your mind as you recall the funny moments you shared. 

You remember the warmth of his touch, how his hand would rest on your shoulder or how he'd give you a reassuring hug when you needed it the most.

As you ponder his actions and gestures, you can't shake the feeling that there's something more to his kindness. 

The way he looks at you sometimes, the small smiles that seem to linger a little longer when you're around, they all make your heart skip a beat. 

Your thoughts drift to the countless times he's made you feel safe and at ease. He's become your anchor. He's seen you at your most vulnerable, yet he's never turned away or judged you. Instead, he's offered nothing but compassion and love.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you realize just how much your feelings for Jimin have grown deeper than you ever expected. 

You’re afraid to admit it to yourself even, but deep down, you know that you’ve fallen for him, hard. 

The thought of him makes your cheeks blush and your heart flutter with excitement. Your mind drifts to his incredible physique; thick thighs that you’re sure is heaven to sit on, to his plum lips, so damn inviting and kissable. 

Fuck. 

His muscular legs, and you wonder if he is as physically fit as he was in college. 

Shit, you think back to the day you massaged his back and now you’re imagining what he must look like underneath his shirt. 

Oh, these are dangerous thoughts. 

Frustration settles in your body as you register something wet between your thighs. Your hips roll upwards, searching for any kind of friction. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! 

His pink plush lips, bitten and swollen, kissing you hungrily. His tongue asks permission to enter your mouth, as he rolls his clothed erection against your core. 

You feel the arousal building so damn fast, you can’t keep up. 

You tilt your head back, hitting the wall as you let out a frustrated sigh. 

The room suddenly feels twice as hot as it did before and you are desperate to cool down. In a hurried motion, you lift your hips and pull down both your leggings and pink lace panties. 

Finally feeling like the temperature is bearable, you open your legs with your pussy on full display. Hissing and panting, your right hand crawls down between your thighs and when you eventually reach your clit, you moan deliriously.

The office is dimly lit as Jimin sits at his desk, his head resting heavily on his hand. The weight of the day’s failures seems to press down on him, and he can’t shake off the frustration that’s been building up inside him. 

Despite his best efforts, the perpetrator responsible for your trauma still eludes them, and it gnaws at him like an incessant itch he can’t scratch. 

He glances at the clock on the wall, the hands ticking away relentlessly, reminding him of the precious time slipping through his fingers. With a sigh, he decides to call it a day, realizing that his throbbing headache is not going to subside anytime soon. 

As he drives home, the streets pass in a blur of city lights and distant chatter. His mind is still fixated on the case, on the need to protect you, to bring peace to your life. 

He wishes he could erase the fear that’s been lurking in the back of your mind ever since the abduction. 

He turns off the car and unlocks the door to his house with both a tired mind and body. 

Normally his police department got results so damn fast, it seems unbelievable, so he can’t for the life of him, understand why they haven’t solved your case yet. 

Dissatisfied, he walks inside and throws his bag next to the counter in the kitchen, when he all of a sudden hears some strangled moans. 

Piqued and alert, he walks further into the house, searching for the location of the sounds. 

“Y/N, are you alright?” he almost yells and his nervousness for your safety only grows stronger as you don’t answer. 

Expertly, he makes his way to your bedroom door, and for a second he contemplates if he should draw his gun, but decides against it. 

For a moment, he stands against the door, listening for the sounds, wondering if you are in distress. 

Forcefully, he grabs the handle and bursts into the room with too much momentum and when his eyes land on your half naked body, he halts in his tracks. 

You. 

Sitting there with your head thrown back against the wall, your slender fingers fiercely rubbing on your clit. 

His eyes widen in shock, and when your eyes meet his, his brain short circuits. 

He can feel his heartbeat all the way in his ears, and he is sure that his face must be completely red as his eyes still linger. 

You don’t seem to stop, too caught up in your own arousal to care. 

“Fuck! I’m so sorry!” he moves a hand to cover his curious eyes, but he can still hear you working your fingers on your clit as squelching sounds fill his ears and blood goes straight south to his dick. 

Why the fuck are you still touching yourself, he wonders. 

He can feel his dick twitch in his pants, but begins to walk backwards, “Sorry, I’ll leave you to it.” 

As you dart your eyes up and see him leaving, panic overtakes you, and you stop your ministrations, “Stop!”

Jimin freezes and removes the hand covering his face, locking eyes with you, seeing the disheveled look on your face and blown-out pupils. 

He notices his own ragged breathing as his body stiffen. 

“Don’t go.” 

You plead with a pout and moan, your hand stretched out for him. 

“Stay.” 

The word feels heavy and dangerous but it ignites a flame inside Jimin, as he moves closer to you. 

You spread your legs further apart, inviting him in, “Watch.”

Jimin can’t take his eyes off you. 

Dammit, he knows this is wrong, but you asked him to stay, and he would do anything for you.

He nears your bed with his half erect dick, sits down, watching you with hooded eyes as you rub circles on your clit. 

With the man of your desire finally before you, and between your legs nonetheless, you feel the pit in your stomach build. You feel the tell-tale sign of your impending orgasm, as Jimin’s mere presence is multiplying your arousal. 

Jimin watches you in awe, as you work your clit, thrusting your hips up into the air in search of more friction. 

Your lewd noises are making his dick throb with need, wanting attention. He wants to grab his dick, stroke it and masturbate with you, but you told him to watch, so he tries to keep his attention on only you.

“Mmmh, Jiminie,” you moan, and it sends chills down his spine, hearing you call his name like that. 

Fuck. 

He locks eyes with yours, filled with so much bliss, trying to figure out what you want.

“Touch me.” 

You say, letting a drawn out moan escape your mouth as pleasure builds in you.

Jimin doesn’t hesitate, you don’t have to tell him twice. 

He surges forward in a crawl and hovers over your sitting position on the bed. 

He kneels before you, unsure what exactly you want him to do. He doesn’t want to impose his own desires on you. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, as he hovers dangerously close to your panting lips. 

You let out a desperate ‘please’ and he leaps forward, placing his plush lips against your own, capturing you in a delicate and passionate kiss. The kiss speaks mountains, as you are sure you can feel his adoration for you in it. He’s careful not to push you, setting the pace slow, and giving you room to take control. 

When he breaks the kiss in search of air, you hurriedly find his lavish lips again, this time hungry for more. You feel needy, grinding up into his thick thighs. 

You break the kiss then, quivering, with a fucked out expression on your face, “Jimin, I need you.” 

He looks at you, aroused, “Where?”

“Between my legs. I want your fucking lips on my pussy,” you say in the midst of bucking your hips against him. He parts his lips, and his tongue darts out to lick against his swollen pillowy lips. 

A hand runs through his black hair, while he nibs at his lower lip and breaths out through his nose. 

Fuck. 

This is risky, he thinks. 

But he nods all the same, wanting to give you everything you ask for. 

He crouches down, laying flat on his stomach on the bed in between your soaked thighs, looking at your glistening and juicy folds.

“Are you sure?” he peeks up from your center as he licks his lips in anticipation like he's about to devour a delicious meal.

You nod in lustfulness, “Fuck, yes I’m sure.”

In one fluid motion, he latches his mouth to your clit, licking long stripes from the top and all the way down your slit. It feels divine, and elicits a deep guttural moan from you, while you instinctively try to close your thighs in gratification. 

He labs at your clit like a man starved. 

You feel his saliva drip down your cunt, mixing with your arousal, and down to the sheets. 

Fuck, Jimin is skilled with his tongue, and you begin to feel an orgasm approach again. 

It feels like too much, it’s been years since you had an orgasm. 

You feel utter delirious as you take a look down your body and between your legs. The sight is sinful, his dark locks of hair, damp with seat, eyes looking at you, as slurping noises fills the room as he eats you out. 

The sight alone is enough to unravel you further.

Jimin gets carried away in your sweet noises, he wants to give you all the things you want in the world. Damn, he wants to give you so much pleasure.

“Do you want me to finger you?” he asks, as he takes a momentary break from sucking your folds.

You shake your head, out of breath as you say, “No, I’m not ready for that yet.” 

“Just your tongue is enough,” you blush and then Jimin goes back to lapping at your clit. His tongue is warm and he moves it expertly against your folds. Up and down, alternating between light licks and hard sucks. 

You feel his plush lips against your clenching hole, and for a minute, you contemplate his offer to finger you, but you are afraid of penetration, so you focus on the immense pleasure he is giving you with only his devilishly long tongue.

You feel a knot forming in the lower part of your stomach. “I-,I-, Jimin, I think I’m going to come,” you say with ragged breathing, as you press your body against his mouth.

Jimin hums on your clit, sucking harshly. You moan desperately, chasing your high. 

Your spent legs start trembling, your lower body lifting slightly off the bed, as you moan Jimin’s name, as you come on his expert mouth. 

Your finger searches, grips and curls on the sheets in a frantic attempt at grounding yourself, your toes curling. Jimin helps you ride out your high by sucking and licking lightly at your clit. 

When you feel like it’s too much, you find your hands in his hair, pushing him off you softly. 

“It’s too much,” you say, as you feel your clit pulsating and dripping with a mixture of your arousal and his saliva.

Jimin thinks that was fucking hot; you are so intoxicating. 

He sits up on his knees, looking you over with an affectionate spark in his eyes, as his dick twitches in search of relief. As he licks his lips, tasting your sweetness, he sees a frustrated look wash over you as if you’re battling with something in your mind.

“What’s wrong?” he says curiously, but with a hint of worry to his voice as he searches your eyes for answers.

Your heart races as you blurt out those three powerful words, the burden of your emotions finally escaping your chest, “I love you, Jimin.” 

The vulnerability in your voice makes the moment feel raw and authentic, and you can’t help but let a tear slip down your cheek. 

You sit up, determined to lay it all on the line, to share the depth of your feelings with Jimin.

“I can’t contain it any longer,” you confess, baring your heart open for him to see, hoping that he feels the same way. 

You feel oddly naked, with your bottom half exposed, and him fully clothed. 

The room seems to hold its breath as you wait for his response, the silence hanging in the air like a fragile thread. 

Say something, anything, you think frantically.

Jimin reaches out, tenderly brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his eyes filled with affection and adoration. 

“I love you too,” he whispers, his voice warm like a comforting embrace. 

The words wash over you like a gentle wave, and a radiant smile breaks across your face. His touch is tender as he cups your cheek, and you lean into it, relishing the sensation of his warm skin against yours. 

The tear on your cheek glistens like a crystal, a testament of the depth of emotions you’ve been holding back for so long. 

But now, with your heart laid bare, you feel a newfound strength, a profound connection with the person who means the world to you.

In that instant, all the walls that kept your feelings guarded crumble, leaving only the sweet revelation that your best friend shares your deep affection. The world fades away as he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that feels like an epiphany. It’s a deep and passionate kiss, like the universe aligns and the stars sparkle in celebration of your love. 

Your heart flutters with each brush of his lips, as if it's dancing to a melody only the two of you can hear.

As the kiss lingers, you lose yourself in the sweet taste of yourself on his lips, the feel of his touch, and the sound of his heartbeat mingling with yours. 

It’s a moment of pure, unfiltered lust, that ignites a new fire inside. 

When Jimin gazes into your eyes, you swear you see a reflection of your own feelings mirrored in his soul. 

It’s a love that’s been simmering just beneath the surface, finally ready to be embraced and cherished. His smile, so soft and sincere, fills you with a sense of belonging, like finding the missing piece to your puzzle.

In that space, time has no meaning, and you’re content to stay lost in the embrace of his love. 

All the doubts and fears that once held you back are swept away by the current of affection that now flows between you. 

As you pull away, you lock eyes, and a newfound understanding passes between you. This love isn’t just a confession of feelings; it’s a promise of a future where you’ll navigate life together, hand in hand, supporting and cherishing each other every step of the way.

Then you feel the bulge in Jimin’s pants, and you break the kiss, grabbing his cock softly over his dress pants. 

He hisses at the contact, stopping your hand with his, “This is about you.”

As he swats your hand away, he goes back to kissing you tenderly, “Not that I don’t want too,” he adds in between kisses. 

“But it must be uncomfortable?” you ask, pleading with your eyes. 

You really just want to suck his dick so desperately. 

“I don’t care. I care about you right now,” he says, making his way to your neck, sucking hard until he has left a red mark there, that he gently licks.

“I can’t get enough of you, Y/N,” he says, his voice low and filled with desire.

You meet his gaze, feeling a rush of emotions surge through you. 

“Do you know how long I’ve had feelings for you?” he asks, a hint of playfulness in his eyes, as he tries hard to ignore his growing erection.

Curiosity piques your interest, and you shake your head, eager to hear his confession. Your heart flutters with anticipation, knowing that his word will be something you’ve been longing to hear.

“Since fucking high school,” he admits with a chuckle, and you can’t help but laugh along with him. It seems your previous desires have been forgotten, as you both lay down on the bed next to each other. 

His revelation surprises you, yet it also fills your heart with warmth. High school seems like ages ago, but somehow, your feelings for each other have endured all these years.

“Ah, me too,” you reply, grinning from ear to ear. The realization that you’ve both harbored feelings for each other for so long is both endearing and amusing.

You both share a moment of laughter finding joy in the irony of your secret love story. 

The way you’ve managed to keep your feelings hidden for each other, all while staying close friends, feels like something out of a romantic comedy.

“I can’t believe we wasted all that time,” you say with a playful pout as your hand travels over his clothed pectorals. 

He leans over, his lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Well, we’re making up for it now, aren’t we?”

A giggle escapes your lips as you lean into his touch, savoring the warmth of his body against yours. It’s surreal to finally be in his arms like this, to know that the person you’ve loved for so long loves you back just as fiercely.

“I can’t get enough of you either, Jimin,” you admit, your heart swelling with love and happiness. “It feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.”

He nuzzles his nose against yours, a soft smile on his lips, “Me too. But you know what they say, better late than never.” As you intertwine your fingers with his, a sense of completeness washes over you.

As you sit together on the park bench, the warmth of Jimin's hand in yours is a constant reminder of the love and support he offers you. The sunlight filters through the leaves above, casting a gentle glow on both of you.

You take a deep breath, gathering the courage to express your feelings. 

“You know… I’ve never really had a normal relationship before,” you admit, your voice tinged with vulnerability. 

Jimin’s gaze softens, and he leans in close, letting you know that he’s all ears. “That’s alright,” he says, his voice soothing like a gentle breeze. 

“We don’t have to follow anyone else’s idea of normal. We’ll create our own version of it, together.”

A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips, grateful for his understanding and unwavering support. “You always know what you say,” you say with a hint of admiration in your voice.

He chuckles softly, his fingers lightly tracing circles on the back of your hand. “Well, it’s easy when it comes to you,” he replies, his eyes never leaving yours. “We’ll figure it out step by step, and I promise you, we’ll make it beautiful.”

Your heart swells with affection, and you lean your head against his shoulder, finding comfort in his presence. With Jimin by your side, everything feels a little less daunting and a lot more hopeful.

“I’m just afraid of messing things up,” you confess, your voice barely above a whisper.

He tilts your chin up gently so you’re looking directly into his eyes. “We all make mistakes, but that doesn’t define our relationship,” he says firmly. 

“What matters is that we learn and grow together. And no matter what happens, I’ll always be here for you.”

A tear glistens in your eye, touched by his unwavering commitment to you. “I love you, Jimin” you say, the words carrying the weight of your emotions.

His face lights up with joy, and he cups your cheeks in his hands, brushing his thumb against your skin. “I love you too, Y/N” he replies, his voice filled with sincerity.

As the days pass, life with Jimin becomes a beautiful rhythm of love and laughter. 

You both find joy in the simplest of things, cherishing every moment you spend together. One sunny afternoon, you decide to visit a summer festival, filled with carnival rides and games. 

Hand in hand, you explore the vibrant fairgrounds, laughing as you take turns trying to win a unicorn plushie at one of the games. Your cheer Jimin on as he focuses intensely, his determination evident in his expression. 

To your delight, he emerges victorious, holding the soft, colorful unicorn in his firm hands.

“Omg! You did it!” you exclaim, jumping excitedly up and down while your laughter rings through the air.

Jimin grins, looking proud of his achievement. “It’s for you,” he says, handing you the plushie. “A token of my love and a reminder of this fun day.”

Your heart flutters with affection as you take the unicorn, hugging it close to your chest. “Thank you, Jimin. I’ll cherish it forever” you reply, a genuine smile on your face.

As the sun begins to set, you enjoy some cotton candy, your laughter blending with the cheerful chatter around you. For a moment, everything feels perfect and carefree, and you forget about any worries or fears. 

However, amidst the sea of people, you catch sight of a hooded figure in the distance. 

Panic surges through you, but when you search again, they seem to have vanished. 

“Jimin, did you see that?” you ask, trying to sound casual but unable to hide the concern in your voice.

He glances around, his eyes sweeping the crowd. 

“See what, babe?” he replies, his tone light and carefree. 

The pet name isn’t lost on you, but you are too caught up in your fear, to actually let it register.

Unsure whether it’s just your eyes playing tricks on you or not, you decide to push the thoughts aside, not wanting to let anything spoil the magical night.

“It’s probably nothing,” you say with a reassuring smile, focusing your eyes back on Jimin. “Let’s just focus on having fun tonight.” 

Jimin grins and pulls you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist. “You’re right,” he says, his voice filled with determination. “Nothing can spoil our night.”

And so, you continue your adventure, letting go of any lingering worries and embracing the joy of the present moment. 

Together, you explore every nook and cranny of the festival, trying every ride, and even indulging in more delicious treats. As the night draws to a close, you find yourselves sitting under a starlit sky, leaning against each other. 

The sound of laughter and music fills the air, but all you can hear is the rhythm of your hearts beating as one. He leans in, his lips meeting yours in a sweet, tender kiss. In that moment, the world stands still, and it’s just the two of you, wrapped in each other’s love.

When you finally come home, the sexual frustration is so palpable you could cut the tension with a knife. 

Jimin kisses you hungrily while he tries to open the door, pressing you up against the door instead. 

You feel his tongue poke at your lower lip and you open your mouth to welcome the addition. 

The door opens and you fumble inside, landing on your ass because of the force he used to ungracefully open the door. You let out a pained shriek followed by an endearing laugh. 

Jimin is quick to tend to you, asking if you are alright, but you can see the smirk lacing his features, his eyes crinkling at the corner. 

He helps you stand up and doesn’t wait a second to latch his mouth to your neck, forcing you up the wall. 

Your hands search for his cheeks and travel to his hair, pulling and tousling it eagerly. 

He moans into your neck and you feel a wet patch soak your panties, as you grind your hips into his.

“Fuck,” he says, panting with need as he looks into your hooded eyes. 

You feel his half erected dick on your lower stomach, as he rolls his body into yours. You find his mouth and explore his soft cave, as he tries to walk you both towards his bedroom.

“Couch is closer,” you huff out and Jimin pushes your bodies in that direction purposefully. 

When you reach the couch, he nudges you down on it and you lay sprawled out before him, taking his carnal expression in. He hovers over you, tracing lines down your clothed body on your sides, “I want this off,” he gestures to your sundress. 

You feel goosebumps prickle your skin at his touch, a moan escaping your lips as you let him gather the fabric of your dress up your body. 

You feel incredibly hot, laid bare for him in just your underwear, thanking yourself for wearing a matching lace set. Jimin sucks in a breath and lets out a frustrating growl, as he takes your beautiful, soft and delicate features in. 

“Damn, you are beautiful” he grunts and proceeds to hike his shirt off in a fluid motion.

Your tongue darts out, licking at your lips as you salivate by the look of his firm pectorals and muscled abdomen. Your eyes fly down his toned abs and land on his prominent v-line and the bulge in his pants. 

“I want you, Jimin,” you hiss as you grab his clothed dick and elicit a soft moan out of him. 

Before he lays you down again, he unhooks your bra. 

Arousal rushes through your body, making your blood boil. 

He kisses your mouth tenderly, while his hands trace down from your jaw to your boobs. He gives your nipples a soft pinch with his fingers, as you moan and buck your hips up into his groin. 

In soft and tender moves, he massages your breast while alternating between fondling them and playing with your nipples. A new flood of arousal leaves you and your panties sticks uncomfortably to your drenched pussy. 

In search of friction, your hands travel down your body, under your panties and you rub your fingers on your clit, opening your thighs to better accommodate Jimin. 

You see his eyes darken and he hisses when he sees you touching yourself. 

He lets go of peppering kisses against your jaw and cheeks, moving his mouth down your neck, to your collarbone and landing on your supple breast again. Giving each nipple a gentle suck, he moves further down, resting between your thighs where your fingers are working your clit. 

He hums in appreciation, and then grabs your hand, letting it rest on your hips as he pulls your panties down and throws them off somewhere in the living room. 

He growls at the sight of your soaked and glistening pussy, ready to be devoured. 

For a moment, you lock eyes, and you feel showered with love and adoration, it almost feels unbearable. You buck your hips up playfully, giving him a teasing look as you spread your thighs invitingly for him to enter. 

With his soft hands, he massages the underside of your thighs, before he gives your pussy the attention you seek. 

“Jiiiiiminie,” you gasp in delirious frustration as he keeps massaging your thighs. 

It’s nice, don’t get it wrong, but it isn’t what you need. 

He chuckles at your desperate attempt, but gives in. He strokes his fingers teasingly over your clit and folds, before he opens your folds to reveal your throbbing hole. 

Then he latches his pillowy lips to your clit and you make a delicious moan as you grab his hair.

He gets to work, sucks and licks hungrily against your pussy and you writhe under him. The absurdly lewd noises from him and your pussy are turning you incredibly on and making a juicy arousal leak out that he laps on his tongue. 

The knot in your stomach is forming with incredible speed, but you feel like you are missing something. 

“Fingers,” you pant out as you give his hair a tug. Jimin seems to understand, and a finger roams your folds, right next to your throbbing hole, where you want him the most. 

You hiss in anticipation, trying to press your pussy down on him. Then, slowly, he enters his index finger and you throw your head back into the couch in bliss. 

It glides in easily but feels tight with just the one finger, how the fuck will you be able to take his cock, you think. 

He experimentally fucks his finger into your clenching hole, while making sure you like it. When you move your body to meet his thrusts and your excessive moans fill the room, he adds a second finger. 

The stretch is so damn tight, and he works his fingers in scissoring motions to get you ready as he licks at your clit. 

He hits your g-spot repeatedly and you feel it approaching fast, the knot in your stomach snapping and your body tense, as you climax. Your body convolves, your feet curling and you let out a delirious groan. 

“I’m so sorry!” you pant as you excuse your lack of announcing your impending orgasm. Jimin assures you, as he helps you ride out your high with his fingers still in you. 

Sitting up, you are suddenly aware that Jimin is still fully clothed, with his erection pushing at the fabric of his pants. 

You move to pull down his pants and underwear with his help. 

His dick springs free, fully erect and in desperate need of attention. 

His dick is beautiful; average length, thick girth with a throbbing red head. He lets out a frustrated moan, and you grab his cock with your slender fingers as you give it a stroke. 

He leans back into the couch, with his hands behind his back for support as he throws his head back. Gathering a good amount of saliva in your mouth, you spit on his dick, making Jimin twitch slightly in surprise. 

Giving a few experimental strokes, before you stick out your tongue and lick up a strip from his base to the tip, you watch him close his eyes in pleasure. 

He shudders, as you lick at his cock, like it was a lollipop, even giving his tip a suck with a ‘pop’. 

He already knows he isn’t going to last long, if you keep this up. 

Then you take half of his cock in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. He moans as your warm mouth envelops him, and he tries to control his need for friction by not fucking into your mouth. 

He wants you to set the pace. 

Growing bolder, you deepthroat him, feeling your gag reflex, but doing your best to ignore it and focusing on hollowing your cheeks and breathing through your nose. 

The sounds filling the room are obscene, and as you keep sucking him, he finds purchase with his hand in your hair, gathering it in a makeshift ponytail.

It feels so incredibly good, it’s almost too much for Jimin, and he gently taps your flushed cheeks, “If you want to have sex, you seriously have to stop that, babe,” he pants, as he looks at you with love. 

“If you keep going, I’m going to come,” he says out of breath as he gently pushes you off his dick. 

You lick your lips and let him nudge you down on the couch again, anticipation and need filling your body. He aligns his dick with your throbbing hole, and rubs his tip on your wet and slick folds. 

You moan at the contact, feeling slightly nervous as he prods at your entrance.

Jimin senses your nervousness as he halts, “It’s okay, babe. We can stop anytime you want.” 

You take in a deep breath and nod, trying to brace yourself for impact. He is slow and gentle, as he gradually enters you, stretching you with his tip and you tense up. 

You feel your heartbeat in your ears, like a loud and deafening ringing and it’s too much. 

Your breath quickens and you feel like you're having a panic attack, “Jimin-, stop,” you breathe out fast.

In an instant, he pulls his tip out and caresses your cheek as tears flow from your eyes. You lean into his touch, crying slowly, mad at yourself. 

“What’s wrong?” he wipes at your tears, looking at you fondly, but you try to hide your face with your palms. 

You let out a frustrated groan as you try to even out your breathing. 

“I’m just so mad!” you huff uncontrollably, still sobbing in frustration. 

He grabs your hands, removing the shield from your face, “Why?”

You look at him endearingly, he is just the sweetest, you think. “I can’t even do this simple fucking thing,” you almost yell, as you point between your legs in frustration, noticing his dick becoming softer with every moment. Ugh, you have totally ruined the moment. 

Fuck. 

“I’m so sorry, Jimin. I really fucking want to… I just,” you sit up, hugging his naked body, seeking comfort. 

“These horrible images keep flashing in my mind,” you gulp, hugging him tighter. 

You feel his steady heartbeat against your breast, and it calms you down. 

“I kept thinking about how he just used me,” you begin to hulk, recalling the trauma. 

You feel a mix of emotions, remorse, frustration, anger and love all at once. You’re mad at yourself, because you want Jimin so damn much, but it’s like your body isn’t ready. 

The abuse it went through still lingers. 

Jimin comforts you, wrapping you close to him, and even though you are both naked, his now flaccid dick against your core, it isn't weird at all. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. You shouldn’t push yourself. You’re ready when you are ready” he says comfortingly, kissing you tenderly. You will forever be thankful for a man like Park Jimin.

You look down at your naked bodies, “Maybe we should put on some clothes and just… watch a movie?”

Jimin agrees and he finds your discarded clothes on the floor. As the movie begins, you still feel frustrated and mad at yourself, “I’m so sorry, Jimin” you quip, barely audible over the movie. 

He looks at you lovingly, “It’s okay. You shouldn’t be sorry. I’m sorry for what you went through and how it affects you,” he strokes your cheek. You close your eyes, leaning into his touch. 

“We’ll take it slow and you decide the pace, okay?” he gives you an endearing smile as he finds one of your hands and gives it a soft squeeze.

With your heart brimming with happiness, you grab your phone the next day to share the wonderful news with your parents. 

As you dial their number, excitement bubbles up inside you, and you can’t wait to see their reaction.

“Hey mom, hey day,” you say as they pick up the call, having put you on speaker.

“Hello, sweetheart! How are you?” you mom asks with a warm tone. 

“I’m doing great, actually. I have some exciting news to share,” you reply, trying to contain your enthusiasm.

“Tell us! Don’t keep us waiting” you dad adds, his voice filled with curiosity. 

Taking a deep breath, you can’t help but smile, as you spill the beans, “I’m officially dating Jimin now.”

Silence follows your announcement, and for a moment, you worry about their reaction. But then, your mom lets out a loud cheer, “It’s about goddamn time!”

You burst into laughter at her exclamation, relieved and delighted that they are happy for you. “I know, right? We’ve been friends for so long, and it just feels so right now,” you explain.

“Ah, we always knew there was something special between you two,” your dad says warmly.

“We couldn’t be happier for you, sweetheart,” your mom adds.

You can feel their love and support across the phone, and it warms your heart. “Thanks mom, dad. I’m really happy too,” you say sincerely.

“We want to celebrate! Why don’t you and Jimin come over for dinner on Friday?” your mom suggests eagerly.

“That sounds like a great idea. I’ll talk to Jimin, but I’m sure he’ll be up for it too” you reply, already looking forward to spending time with your parents as a couple.

“We can’t wait to see you both. It’s been too long” you dad says.

As the call ends, you can’t help but feel overwhelmed with love and joy. You know you have a supportive and caring family, and now, with Jimin by your side, life feels even more complete. 

The anticipation of the Friday dinner fills you with excitement, and you can’t wait to share this special moment with the people you love.

As the days go by, Jimin becomes increasingly observant of your mood and senses that something has been bothering you since the carnival. Finally, unable to keep it to yourself any longer, you decide to confide in him. 

Sitting together in your cozy living room, you take a deep breath and begin to share your unsettling experience.

“Do you remember the festival a few days ago? I saw a weird guy wearing a hoodie…” you admit, your voice tinged with concern. 

“I've seen him before,” you confess clenching your hands into fists. 

Jimin’s grip tightens slightly, and he looks into your eyes, his expression filled with concern, “What do you mean ‘seen before’, where?”

You nod, “Yeah, I’ve seen him a few times… I think he’s watching me…”

Jimin furrows his brow, deep in thought, “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

You shake your head, “I didn’t think anything of it at first, the guy disappeared as soon as I thought I saw him. But at the carnival, he was closer and it felt off,” you explain, searching for comfort in his embrace.

“I don’t like the sound of this. We need to do something about it,” he says in a resolute and stern voice. 

You take a deep breath and look into his eyes, grateful for his understanding and support, “That’s not all, Jimin, I've been feeling uneasy lately, like someone is watching me.”

His eyes widen with worry, and he pulls you closer, his protective instincts kicking in, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. You shouldn’t have to go through this. We need to take this seriously.”

With determination in his eyes, Jimin reaches for his phone and makes a call to Yoongi. They discuss the situation at length, and Yoongi assures you both that they will look into it and take the necessary steps to ensure your safety. 

You feel a mix of emotions - fear, but also a sense of relief that you’re not facing this alone.

After the call ends, Jimin turns to you with a reassuring smile, “Yoongi said he’ll look into it, and we’ll have extra security measures put in place for you,” he says, stroking your hands gently.

“And when I’m at work, we’ll have stationed undercover men outside the house,” he says reassuringly, giving you a big comforting smile.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, Y/N. We’ll catch this guy, I promise,” Jimin says with conviction, giving you a reassuring smile.

You find solace in his words and the support he provides. Together with Yoongi’s expertise, you feel more confident that the authorities are on the case. As the day goes on, Jimin stays by your side, offering comfort and distracting you with laughter and sweet moments.

In the following days, Yoongi and Jimin work tirelessly to investigate the hooded man and the unsettling presence you’ve been experiencing. They make sure to take every precaution to ensure your safety, and Jimin becomes your pillar of strength throughout the process. 

As you nestle into his embrace, you feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having Jimin in your life. 

He's not just your boyfriend; he's your rock, your protector, and your confidante. 

With him by your side, you know you can face anything that comes your way.

As the clock ticks closer to the evening, you find yourself filled with both excitement and nervousness. You’ve been looking forward to this dinner with your parents and Jimin for days, and now that the moment has arrived, you want everything to be perfect.

When Jimin finally arrives home from work, he’s greeted by the sight of you, radiant and beautiful in your purple satin dress. 

His eyes light up, and a warm smile spreads across his face, “Wow, you look stunning,” he says, admiration evident in his voice.

Blushing at the compliment, you thank him with a shy smile, “Thank you, Jimin. I wanted to look my best tonight.”

As you both get ready to leave, you take a moment to steal a quick kiss, feeling the affectionate spark between you. “Let’s go,” Jimin says, offering his arm to escort you.

Arriving at your parents’ house, you’re met with hugs and warm greetings. Your parents have always adored Jimin, and it warms your heart to see how well they get along. 

Dinner is a delightful affair, with delicious food and lighthearted conversations.

Throughout the meal, Jimin and you dad share stories and jokes, and your mom engages in heartwarming conversations with both of you. The laughter and joy that fill the room create a warm and inviting atmosphere. 

As the evening progresses, you find yourself stealing glances at Jimin, and he returns the sentiment with a soft smile. There’s a sense of comfort in having him by your side, and it feels like a natural extension of your relationship.

As you both get into the car, the warmth of the evening seems to mirror the affectionate atmosphere between you and Jimin, the soft glow of the streetlights casts a gentle glow on his face, and you can’t help but smile as you steal glances at each other, while he’s driving.

“It was really nice seeing you interact with my parents,” you say, breaking the comfortable silence. 

“They really like you, you know?”

Jimin grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners, “I like them too. They’re wonderful people, just like their daughter.”

Your heart flutters at his sweet words, and you reach over to hold his hand that rests at the gear shift. His touch is reassuring, filling you with a sense of love and contentment.

“I’m really lucky to have you in my life, Jimin,” you admit, your voice soft and genuine.

He squeezes your hand, his smile growing even wider, “No Y/N, I’m the lucky one. You’ve brought so much happiness into my life, and I can’t imagine my days without you.”

The tender moment fills the car with an undeniable sense of warmth and love. As you drive back home, the anticipation builds between you, the tension palpable. Both of you know there is something sensual lingering in the air, and tonight feels different than any other.

As the car slows to a stop in front of your home, Jimin turns to you with a gentle smile, “You looked absolutely stunning tonight, Y/N. My heart skipped a beat every time I looked at you.” 

He puts one hand on your thigh, giving it a slight squeeze as he lets out a moan and you unbuckle your seatbelt. 

Blushing at his compliment, you reply, “Thank you, Jimin. You looked pretty amazing yourself.”

You feel his warm touch on your thigh, and you open up your legs for him, inviting him in. 

Before his hand travels up your thigh, he unbuckles his own seatbelt, hiking your satin dress up, and finding your core easily. You hold your breath, as he ghosts his fingers over your clothed pussy. 

It's achingly wet already, he had been sinful to look at all evening and you are completely melting now. When he finally strokes you on your panties, you let out the breath you had been holding in. You huff, throw your head back into the headrest. 

He slides your panties to the side, and rubs your clit teasingly. 

“Been thinking about fucking you all night,” you hum in a needy tone as you roll your hips into his hand. Jimin growls in your ear, as he nips at your lope, sending chills down your spine.

“Fuck,” is all he says, as he rubs leisurely at your clit. You already feel so obscenely wet, and hearing the lewd sounds from your pussy and his moans is spurring you on.

In your daze, you chance a glance at his crotch, and you find him already half hard. Your hands find his cock, and you palm him needily over his pants. He lets out a soft moan, against your cheek, as he searches for your lips.

You manage to unzip his pants and free his dick, and as it springs free, you grab a tight hold of it and Jimin hisses at the touch. 

“Sorry,” you huff out, adjusting your hold to a light squeeze, as you give him a light stroke. 

He had stopped working on your clit the moment you grabbed his dick, so you turned around in your seat, facing him completely. 

Taking his disheveled look in, you spit in your hands and begin stroking him in a faster and even movement. He moans loudly at your fast hands, as he bucks up into you, to fuck himself on your hands. 

He can’t help himself, as he searches for more friction. 

He’s fully hard and you smear your saliva down his throbbing cock teasingly, stroking his frenulum lightly. His head is thrown back, and you watch his chest fall and rise in hurried movements. 

“Shit. I’m gonna come if you keep stroking me like that,” he growls. You groan deeply, imagining him coming undone on your hands and shooting his load onto the steering wheel. But you don’t want that, you want him to come inside your throbbing pussy.

“Fuck, Jimin, I want you so bad. I want to ride you in the backseat,” you say as you feel a flood of arousal soak your panties. You shimmy out of the passenger seat and crawl between the center console and into the backseat, waiting for him to join you. 

As Jimin maneuvers over the console, you take the moment to rid yourself of your dress, now sitting in your underwear. He eyes you with a sinful look, drinking you all in, while he unhooks your bra and your breasts spring free. They are the perfect size, and rests so well in his hands as he cups them. 

“Take off your pants,” you breathe out, touching his cock again. He bites his lower lip as he slides off his pants and you rid yourself of your panties. 

With his back resting against the backseat, you straddle his lap, trying to angle his dick to your pussy. 

“Babe, I haven’t stretched you. Are you sure you’re ready?” he panics suddenly, trying to hold you back from sitting on him. 

“It’s fine. I’m so freaking wet. And I can't wait any longer. I want your dick in me, fuck,” you say with a deep and heavy voice, as you finally align him with your center and sink down on him slowly.

As your walls take him in slowly, his head falls back and he moans in pleasure. 

You flinch at the intrusion, as your walls suck in more of his dick. 

“Fuck, I said I should have prepped you before,” he pants in frustration as he feels your walls squeeze his dick. 

You let out a few profanities, but are stubborn, and keep going, determined to take him all in. 

Thankfully, you are obscenely wet, otherwise this would have been hell without any prep. But he actually glides in rather well, it’s just his size, that is stretching you so wide. 

You focus on your breathing and sinks further down on his cock, as he kisses you with tongue, to distract you from the slight burn you feel.

“Fuck!” 

You finally reach his pubic hair, his dick filling you up completely. 

You are engulfed in love and still for a moment, before sliding up and down again, already feeling delirious. You adjust to his size, and it begins to feel good. 

You fuck yourself on his dick, and you notice the windows fogging up, much as your brain does.

You set up a nice, comfortable and slow pace, as you bounce up and down on his hard dick. You pant frantically, feeling it hard to keep up the work, but you really want to give him a good ride. 

Jimin feels incredible, and he tries so hard not to just fuck you right now. Your walls are so warm, and hugs his dick so well. He is getting a bit frustrated with your leisurely pacing, and he feels like he’ll lose his mind if you don’t speed up. 

“Can I fuck you, babe?” he asks between moans, as he grabs your hips and stops your motions. You bite your lower lip, close your eyes and nod your head ‘yes’.

He keeps a steady grip on your hips, as he bucks up into you, fucking you passionately. 

You feel so fucking full, with every thrust, he begins to hit your g-spot perfectly and you feel arousal leak out of your core. His pace quickens, and you both feel the vibrations of the car, as it rocks from side to side with the incredible force his fucks you with. 

You feel so delirious. 

Jimin breathes fast, as he fucks you with all his got. 

The sounds filling the car are obscene, and the air feels thick as you both gasp for air. As you begin to feel your orgasm approaching, you also feel your walls pulsating and your breath hitching, as you let him know of your incoming climax.

Jimin really wants you to come first, even though he can feel his own orgasm just beneath the surface. 

So in a hurry, his fingers find your clit and he begins rubbing at it fast, as he keeps fucking into you. It adds instant pleasure to you, making you see stars and moan obscenely, throwing your head back.

You try to meet his fast thrusts, but you can’t match his rhythm and you decide to place your hands on his pectorals for support. His pace has become brutal, as he searches for not only his own climax, but yours too. 

As he works your clit, you feel the pit forming in your stomach, “Jimin! I’m coming!” 

You scream out his name in pleasure, as your body tense up, feeling your toes curling. You pant above him, as he keeps fucking you, and as your walls clench furiously around him, he feels utterly carnal. 

His trusts become more and more frantic as he feels like he can’t hold back anymore. You watch as his brows furrowed with a mix of pain and pleasure, his eyes closed, breath holding, as he without warning shouts your name in a hard trust. 

His warm seed shoots into your pussy, as your walls milk him for all his worth. You shudder, as the sensation almost feels too much. Jimin pants madly, dick still inside you, as he chuckles. 

You moan and surge down to rest your head against his. Your breaths mix and the air feels thick and devoid of oxygen. His pupils are completely blown, as you are sure yours must be too. You feel so much love and tenderness at this very moment.

“Ah-, I love you so much, Jimin,” you say as you nuzzle and smell his sweaty neck, his scent of musky vanilla mixed with coconut sends a new flood of arousal through you. 

His dick has gone completely flaccid, and his semen is slowly dripping out of you. You move away from his soft dick, placing yourself further down his thick thighs. He lets out a light chuckle, as your pussy lips tickle the inner part of his thighs, “I love you too Y/N.” 

“Thank you for being patient with me,” you say as you kiss him tenderly and he hums. 

The smell of sex faintly registers in the back of your mind, as he kisses you back with fervor.

He chuckles against your soft lips, removes a strand of hair away from our face and proceeds to kiss your cheek sweetly, “I don’t think this was patience you demonstrated there babe.”

“I know I’m impatient,” you chuckle wholeheartedly, “but fuck, can we do that again?” you whisper against his plum lips.

In the midst of a regular Thursday, the weight of your job hunt weighs heavily on your mind. 

The persistent stress urges you to seek solace and unwind. 

With a determined sigh, you gather your essentials - a sports bra, tights, and your trusty yoga mat. 

Preparing for a session of relaxation and rejuvenation, you lay out your belongings in the living room, the soft light filtering in through windows creating a serene ambiance. You select a playlist that matches your mood - a collection of soothing low-fi beats that seem to melt away your concerns. 

The music finds its way to the speakers, filling the room with a gentle rhythm that aligns perfectly with your intentions.

Your phone rests on the couch, a silent companion, ready to guide your practice. 

As you step onto the mat, you take a deep breath, letting the air fill your lungs and calm your thoughts. The first notes of the music envelop you like a warm embrace, and you close your eyes, letting the worries of the day drift away. Your body flows with the rhythm of the music, muscles stretching and relaxing in harmony. 

The world outside fades, leaving only the connection between your breath and movement. As you settle into each pose, your mind begins to clear, and the stress that had clung to you earlier starts to dissipate. In its place, a sense of peace and centeredness grows. 

As the tranquil melodies weave their spell around you, you find yourself sinking into a familiar rhythm. The soft cadence of the music guides your movement, each stretch and pose a gateway to release the tensions that have been coiling within you. 

With each inhale, you draw in a renewed sense of purpose, and with every exhale, you let go of the weight of the day.

Your body glides into a warrior pose, a powerful stretch that opens your heart and strengthens your resolve. The gentle arch of your back sends tendrils of relief cascading through your spine, and your arms reach skyward, as if touching the heavens themselves. 

As you exhale, you surrender to the stretch, letting it melt away the tightness that has plagued your muscles.

As the day slowly gives way to evening, you can’t help but look forward to Jimin’s return from work. 

His presence always has a way of soothing your worries and bringing comfort to your heart. The anticipation adds a warm layer to the atmosphere, as if his impending arrival is a promise of tranquility. 

Amidst the soothing ambiance, a sound reaches your ears - the faint rattle of a doorknob. 

Your heart skips a beat, a mixture of surprise and curiosity rising within you. 

Could it be that Jimin has returned, and forgotten his keys? It had happened before.

With a sense of anticipation, you allow the music to become the backdrop to your steps. You glide towards the door, your body still carrying the grace of your yoga movements. 

As your fingers curl around the doorknob, you turn it, unlocking the barrier that separates you from the outside world.

The door swings open, and your lips curve into a soft smile - a welcome reserved for your boyfriend. 

But your smile falters for a moment, as you realize that the figure before you isn’t who you were expecting. 

Instead of Jimin’s familiar form, it’s the man of your nightmares.

In the span of a heartbeat, your world shatters like fragile glass, and reality seems to warp and twist around you. 

The air thickens, charged with a tension that you can almost taste, as if a storm is brewing on the horizon. But it’s not the elements outside that concern you - it’s the tempest of emotions raging within.

Ice-cold dread courses through your veins, seizing every fiber of your being. 

Your muscles respond to the shock, rendering you motionless, a statue of terror etched into the fabric of the room. The once-familiar space feels alien and distant, as if reality itself has warped around you. 

Colors lose their vibrancy, fading to a muted grayscale as your very essence drains away.

In that instant, your heart betrays you, a wild stallion unleashed within your chest, galloping with the urgency of a desperate escape. The rhythmic thud echoes in your ears, each beat a stark reminder of the fragile nature of safety. Your breath quickens, yet oxygen feels scarce, as if the very air has grown thin in this presence that threatens to consume you.

Hyun.

The name echoes in your mind like a curse, conjuring up memories you’ve tried so hard to suppress and let go. 

Every nightmare, every tear, every shred of pain he inflicted resurfaces in vivid detail; it's as if the walls of your mind are crumbling, and the horrors you’ve locked away are breaking free, clawing their way to the surface.

The room seems to close in on you, suffocating you with its oppressive weight. 

How can he be here? 

How did he find you? 

What about the undercover cops around the house? 

Was he the hooded figure? 

Panic sets in, your thoughts a cacophony of fear and disbelief. Here he stands, an embodiment of your darkest nightmares, a walking manifestation of the anguish you’ve tried to escape. 

The seconds stretch into eternities, and you’re trapped in this waking nightmare, unable to tear your gaze away from the intruder.

Every fucking nerve in your body screams at you to run, to flee from this specter of torment. 

But your limbs are unyielding, heavy as if anchored to the ground by invisible chains. Your throat constricts, choking off any sound you might have uttered, leaving you trapped in silence as Hyun’s presence engulfs you. 

It’s a confrontation you’d hoped to never face, a chilling dance with the devil from your past. 

And as Hyun forces his way further into the house, you can’t help but wonder if this is a sinister twist of fate, a reminder that the past is never truly buried. 

The undertone of dread is palpable, as the link between nightmare and reality blurs, leaving you teetering on the precipice of something unspeakable.

The grip on your wrists is vice-like, fingers digging into your skin like talons of malevolence. 

The wall behind you crashes into your body with brutal force, the pain jolting up your spine like a lightning strike of agony. A strangled cry escapes your lips, a primal howl torn from the depths of your soul. 

Reality slams into you, ripping away the paralysis that had held you captive in your initial shock. 

Fear electrifies your senses, sparking your fight-or-flight response with a violent urgency. 

Adrenaline courses through your veins like liquid fire, setting every nerve ablaze. 

Desperation fuels your movements, propelling you to push, to claw, to fight against the monstrous grip that binds you.

Your body becomes a battleground, your muscles screaming in protests as you struggle against his overwhelming strength. 

His thigh wedges between your legs, pinning you against the wall like a helpless insect ensnared by a predator. 

Your lungs heave, desperate gasps mingling with the repulsive scent of his breath as he invades your personal space.

His words slither into your ear like a venomous serpent, a macabre whisper that chills your very soul. 

“Missed me?” he hisses, the words dripping with sadistic glee. 

Disgust churns within you, warring with the white-hot fury that courses through your veins. The horrors you’d buried surge to the surface, memories of torment that you’d fought so hard to escape. 

But now, they’re a current that threatens to pull you under.

A cacophony of emotions floods your senses, drowning you in a maelstrom of trauma and terror. 

“NO!” 

You scream, your voice a raw symphony of pain and defiance, tearing through the air like a banshee’s wail. Your body writhes beneath his suffocation weight, every once of your being rebelling against the nightmare that’s now become your reality.

Your eyes latch on a photograph, a snapshot of you and Jimin, the image emblematic of the strength you’ve found in each other, and that’s when the memories of the self-defense techniques he had taught you floods your mind. 

With a surge of newfound resolve, you tap into the lessons ingrained within you. 

Summoning the last reserves of your strength, you channel every bit of courage and fury, using Jimin’s teachings as your weapon. 

Your body becomes a force of nature, a storm breaking through the confines of fear. Muscles that had trembled now surge with newfound strength, your limbs working in tandem to break free from the clutches of your tormentor. 

Your thigh jerks free from his grip, a sharp and primal movement that becomes your lifeline. A swift, unrelenting kick crashes into his crotch, a violent burst of retribution that forces the air from his lungs and contorts his features into a mask of agonized torment. 

He crumples, an embodiment of pain, and you seize the opportunity.

Fleeing becomes your sole purpose, your legs carrying you with desperate urgency toward the living room. 

Every step echoes like a drumbeat of survival, each heartbeat a reminder that you’re fighting for your very existence. 

Your trembling fingers close around your phone, its familiar weight a beacon of hope in this nightmarish landscape. But his grasp is unyielding, a malevolent force that hurls you back onto the unforgiving floor with cruel brutality. 

The impact sends shockwaves through your body, jolting your senses with a cascade of pain and disorientation. He looms over you, a monstrous figure, his presence casting a shadow that blots out all light. 

Your heart pounds like a drum within your chest, its frantic rhythm a symphony of fear. 

Desperation propels you to claw at the ground, your fingers grasping for your phone, for the lifeline that could bring salvation. 

Yet, your fingers brush against emptiness, as you eyeline your phone laying deep under the couch.

His hulking form descends upon you, a specter of nightmare comes to life. 

A predatory glint lights up his eyes, a malevolence that churns your stomach with a mixture of dread and revulsion. His voice, dripping with venom, pierces the air like a knife.

“I saw you with him,” he snarls, each word laced with a venomous hatred that seeps into your very bones. 

The spittle that splatters across your face becomes a grotesque symbol of his malevolent intentions. Your fingers curl into claws, a desperate attempt to fight back, to claw your way out of the abyss. 

But his weight presses you down, a crushing force that extinguishes your attempt at resistance. Panic surges within you, a torrent of helplessness that threatens to swallow you whole. 

The air thick with the stench of fear, a toxic cloud that wraps around you like a shroud.

“You are such a dirty whore. You think you can play house with him, and he can keep you safe?” he taunts you in a mocking tone, as he tries to pull down your tights. 

You claw your nails at him, like a mad feline, lashing at his jaw. 

With both your hands pinned over your head with one of his arms, he looks down at your body, trailing his free hand over it. His hand now finds your throat, as he slowly tightens his hold. 

You feel your throat constrict, and your sight becomes blurry and hazy.

For a moment, it feels futile to fight. 

You feel every part of your body soften and turn to jelly. 

You feel a heavy tiredness, and a part of you just wants to shut your eyes, and take it. 

But you want to be free and never experience this again.

With a surge of determination, you channel every ounce of your strength into a desperate bid for freedom. Your body tenses, muscles coiling like springs beneath your skin as you unleash a primal roar of defiance. 

Ignoring the pain that throbs through your body, you summon every shred of courage within you. 

Your arms become your weapons, your hands forging a path to liberation as you press against his one hand that seeks to imprison you. Your relentless struggles fractures his grip, and your heart swells with a glimmer of hope. 

Adrenaline courses through your veins, a fierce fire that burns away the tendrils of fear that have held you captive.

In a burst of defiance, you wrestle free, your fingers closing around his shirt with a desperate grip. The fabric bunches beneath your grasp as you pull him down toward you, your actions fueled by a surge of adrenaline and the ferocity of survival. 

The element of surprise is your ally, a fleeting moment when the tables turn and you seize control of the situation. 

A surge of power courses through your veins, an unexpected strength that defies the odds stacked against you. 

With every ounce of your being, you channel your resolve into a decisive move. Your body shifts, a controlled burst of momentum that propels you forward, your willpower colliding with his force. 

In a breathless moment, you roll over, your body pivoting with a grace born of desperation. 

Your position shifts, and now you’re on top of him, the dynamics of power inverted. 

His surprise is palpable, his eyes widening in a fleeting instant of uncertainty. You punch him in his gut, then jump up, gaining momentum, as you drive a knee down into his crotch. He lets out a strangled cry in pain, rolling over to his side into a fetal position as you gather to your feet and flee towards the hall where Jimin’s bedroom is.

With your heart pounding like a war drum, you sprint towards Jimin’s bedroom, the echoing footsteps of terror propelling you forward. 

The door swings open before you, a portal to potential salvation, and you rush inside without a second thought, leaving it ajar in your frantic haste. 

The scent of familiarity surrounds you, a stark contrast to the chaos that pursues you.

Your eyes lock onto the nightstand, your mind driven by a single purpose: locate the key. 

Every moment counts, your breaths coming in ragged bursts as you thrust your trembling hands beneath the pillow. 

In an almost surreal twist of fate, your fingers brush against cold metal, and your heart skips a beat in triumphant relief. The key is in your grasp, a tangible lifeline as you hurry to unlock the secrets held within the nightstand’s depths. 

You navigate the lock with shaking hands, each second an eternity as anticipation courses through you. 

The drawer yields its secrets, revealing the object you so desperately seek - a gun.

Your fingers close around it, the weapon a heavy comfort in your grip as your resolve hardens. A renewed sense of purpose surges within you, fueling your determination to protect yourself at all costs. 

The room pulses with tension, your breaths quick and shallow as you steel yourself for what’s to come.

As if fate is testing your limits, Hyun’s heavy panting fills the air, a chilling reminder of the threat that looms just beyond. Your fingers find the cool metal of the gun’s trigger, your knuckles white as you raise it, the weight of empowerment surging through you.

“Don’t come fucking closer!” your voice is raw with a mix of fear and defiance, your words a warning that reverberates in the tense silence. 

Your stance is resolute, your finger curling around the trigger as you slowly inch towards him, your eyes locked into his form with unwavering intensity.

In an unexpected twist, Hyun hesitates, his bravado crumbling in the face of the newfound strength you exude. His retreat mirrors your advance, the room shrinking as you force him to step back. 

The gun becomes an extension of your resolve, a symbol of your determination to reclaim control over your life. 

Guiding him out of the bedroom, you navigate the perilous path back to the living room, every step a testament to your resilience. The gun in your hand becomes more than just a weapon - it’s a reminder that you’re no longer a helpless victim. 

As the standoff continues, you stand your ground, a warrior ready to face whatever darkness dares to challenge you.

Amidst the charged atmosphere, a jarring thud disrupts the suffocating silence, shattering the fragile equilibrium. 

Your head jets in the direction of the sound, your heart lurching at the sight of Jimin standing amidst a sea of fallen groceries. 

His presence in the chaos, unexpected yet reassuring, sends a surge of emotions coursing through you. 

He’s here, a beacon of hope in the midst of turmoil.

Jimin’s eyes lock onto the scene before him - the tension between you and the intruder. 

He decides to draw his gun, with a mixture of urgency and determination raging within him. 

The pieces fall into place in his mind, understanding that this man is your tormentor, your pursuer. 

As the intruder makes a desperate dash towards you, Jimin’s instincts kick in. His fingers wrap around the cool metal of his gun, his movements swift and deliberate. 

The standoff reaches a new crescendo as you pivot, your gun and face now aimed at Hyun, the embodiment of your strength and resilience. Your words, dripping with venom, hold an air of conviction that cuts through the tension like a blade, “If you come fucking closer, I’ll shoot your dick off!”

Jimin’s voice, a soothing melody in the midst of the chaos, penetrates the chaos, an anchor of reason amidst the storm. 

“Calm down, Y/N,” he implores, the quiet command laced with a palpable yearning for your safety.

A twisted chuckle tugs at your lips, a response to the ironic absurdity of the situation. 

Your steps are measured, deliberate, as you move closer to the source of your pain, the symbol of your resilience unwavering. A battle of will unfolds between you and Jimin, your emotions caught in a tempest, trapped between your desire for justice and the instinct to protect.

“He fucking used me!” the words erupt from your lips, a raw admission of pain and betrayal that hangs heavily in the air. The tempest of emotions swirls around you, driving you forward, pushing you to confront the specter of your torment head-on. 

Jimin’s attempt to reach you echoes with a plea for caution, his words a lifeline of reason in the maelstrom, “Don’t do anything foolish.”

In this pivotal moment, the room holds its collective breath, each heartbeat echoing the fragile balance between redemption and retribution. 

The guns remain poised, a testament to the strength you’ve found within yourself and the unwavering support of the man who stands by your side.

Hyun’s defiance lingers in the air, an unsettling reminder of the darkness that once held you captive. His taunts, like poisoned arrows, aimed to pierce your resolve.

“Bitch,” his voice drips with venom, an attempt to goad you into reacting. 

Your fingers tighten around the gun, a response to the surge of anger that courses through you. 

The safety is released, the telltale click reverberating like a thunderclap in the charged atmosphere.

Jimin’s voice, a plea woven with concern, pierces through the turmoil. “Y/N,” he says, his tone a mixture of urgency and caution, a reminder that the path you’re treading is fraught with danger. 

He stands just a few steps away, a silent sentinel guarding your back, his unwavering presence a testament to the depth of his commitment.

Hyun’s attempt at taunting is met with a steely resolve that emanates from you. Your gaze doesn’t waver, your finger poised near the trigger. 

The dance of power unfolds between you and the man who once held power over you. Jimin, however, sees through the facade, his understanding of the situation cutting through the tension like a knife.

His movements, silent and precise, go unnoticed by Hyun in the midst of your standoff. 

In a deft maneuver, Jimin positions himself behind Hyun, his gun pressed firmly against the back of his head. The room becomes a battlefield of emotions - frustration, anger, and a burning desire for justice.

The command Jimin issues carries the weight of his frustration and anger. 

“Down on your knees,” his words drip with a raw intensity, a reflection of the turmoil that simmers beneath the surface. 

Hyun’s submission, a stark contrast to his earlier bravado, is a testament to the presence of the gun against his head and the authority in Jimin’s voice. He drops to his knees, a visual representation of the power shift that has occurred. 

Your gun remains trained on him, your resolve unbroken. A silent exchange between you and Jimin conveys a world of meaning. 

His eyes meet yours, a gesture that speaks volumes - hold your ground, maintain control.

As Jimin steps forward to secure Hyun with handcuffs, you keep your gun steady, your heart still pounding in your chest. 

The room is heavy with the residue of the confrontation, the air thick with the tension that had threatened to consume you. The moment is a testament to your strength, the bond between you and Jimin, and the indomitable spirit that refuses to be broken.

The wailing sirens cut through the tense atmosphere like a howl of relief. 

The arrival of the police is a bittersweet symphony, a reminder that safety is finally within grasp. 

Detective Yoongi storms in, his stern demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded. Yoongi’s eyes scan the scene, relief revident in the furrow of his brows as he takes in the sight of you and Jimin, physically unharmed but emotionally scarred by the encounter. 

You hand over the gun to him, the weight of it a tangible reminder of the power you had seized in the face of danger.

As a precautionary measure, the medics had arrived swiftly on the scene, their presence a testament to the urgency and concern that lingered in the air. 

Seokjin and Hoseok, driven by a mix of fear and friendship, surges forward to ensure your safety. Their worried expressions mirrored the collective anxiety that had gripped everyone in the aftermath of the harrowing encounter. 

With careful hands, Seokjin and Hoseok conducted a thorough assessment, their gentle touches juxtaposed against the backdrop of chaos. Their meticulous examination sought out any signs of harm, as if they could somehow erase the night’s horrors with their diligent care. 

The tension that had once gripped you so fiercely started to loosen its grip as their reassurances flowed like a healing balm. Their words were soothing, a gentle cadence of comfort that began to wash away the raw edges of fear. 

“You’re probably going to be sore tomorrow” they said, their voice a harmonious blend of empathy and concern. It was a spark reminder of the ordeal you had endured, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit even in the face of unspeakable terror.

Their presence, a reminder of the steadfast bonds that held you all together, breathed life into the room, drowning out the echoes of the night’s horrors. In their care examination, you found solace - a promise that even amidst the darkness, you were not alone. 

And as their expert touch confirmed that your injuries were, though painful, not life-threatening, a collective sigh seemed to sweep through the room.

As Jimin guides Hyun through the door, you can’t help but feel a wicked satisfaction bubbling beneath the surface. 

It’s a mix of elation and justification that swirls in the pit of your stomach, a sensation you’re not entirely accustomed to. 

Jimin’s words break the silence that has settled like a fog.

“You’re lucky, you know,” Jimin begins, his tone laced with a blend of exasperation and amusement. 

He drags Hyun across the lawn, the grass bearing witness to a moment that neither of you will ever forget, and out of your earshot. The glint of moonlight in Jimin’s eyes hints at the tension that still courses through him, mingling with the absurdity of the situation.

Hyun’s response is a manic laugh, a deranged symphony that echoes in the night. 

“How do you figure that?” he jeers, his voice a twisted melody that dances on the edges of madness.

“That she didn’t shoot your dick off,” Jimin retorts, his chuckle dripping with a twisted kind of humor. 

The words hang in the air, a mix of horror and comedy that paints a vivid picture of the potential consequences that action would have had. Although server, it would have been a comedic and deserved ending. 

There’s a mirthful glint in Jimin’s eyes, a glimpse of the darkness he’s willing to embrace for your shake. Jimin’s words were delivered with deadpan hilarity, a morbid jest that cut through the tension like a blade. 

The gallows humor was undeniable, a reminder that even in the face of darkness, a sliver of twisted amusement could still find its way through. 

Hyun’s own laughter, now tinged with a tint of unease, mingled with Jimin’s, a chorus of the deranged.

→ Author’s note: I don’t know what happened! I planned to write like 5K words to get back into writing and then boom 40K+ 😆I don’t really know how I feel about this story, but I wanted to post it because I finished something 🎉If it’s shit, I’m really sorry. Also, I just couldn’t decide which hair color to give Jimin, because I love all colors on him, so I settled with black 😊

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[justagirlthatlovedtoread]

Jonah Hauer King fanfiction:

No warnings, just a little fluff, and mentions of burning buildings

Jonah observed as his university campus was completely consumed by flames. The fire was flowing out of the building through several holes, giving the impression that a fire-breathing dragon was inside the house, puffing away vicariously. The roof, doors, and windows were all on fire. Jonah observed numerous firefighters attempting to put out the fire as the flames flared bright red and amber, nearly a livid purple.

In no time, the flames had spread to the rest of the building. It was a great sight for the crowds, (who were kept back by their professors), lined up one behind the other, in the fire assembly area.

But even throughout all this hecticness, there was only one thing playing on his mind, knocking him sick to his stomach- y/n.

Where is she?

Is she okay?

Did she make it out on time?

What about their dogs?

His eyes dart frantically around him, the sounds of his friends talking to him blend in with the background noises and the sound of crackling fire.

"Are you okay man?" Alec asks with a hand on his shoulder?

He was certain that everyone in the room could hear his brain spinning and his heart racing at hundreds of thousands of miles per hour against his chest. It almost sounded like thunder on a stormy night.

And just when he thought his heart would burst, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful girl in the distance—better yet, it was his beautiful girl.

Y/n.

"Y/n" he calls, wided eyed, in a desperate, rushed voice.

"Babygirl, I was so worried about you" pulling her closer with his large hands and bringing her into a tight hug as he reached her from the other side of the building.

"Yeah?" Looping her arms around his body, letting his hands go under her shirt to rub her hips and bury his face into her neck.

His body vibrates in response to her words on his chest, sending butterflies through his entire body. Fluttering butterflies, that never seem to end.

He leans closer to her to help maintain his balance, as the hairs on his chest spring up and his legs start to give in.

"I'm fine, I promise, I just couldn't leave them behind", looking down at the two dogs that had become the best of friends.

"I know", he smiles as they both lean down to pet their dogs and then turns to face his and her friends, who are all giving each other perplexed looks.

They were unaware of the intimacy between the two.

Sneaking around wasn't their intention- It's simply how events transpired and how the pages of their story turned out.

Jonah and y/n met in their second year of their doctors residency, when they both coincidentally tried to sneak their dogs into the "on call room" instead of leaving them at home, all alone.

Jonah claims that their meeting was fate because, after all, no one would have given the two of them together a second thought given that he was a well-liked and well-known guy, where as Y/N prefers to keep her circle small.

They began by exchanging numbers and pulling the disappearing act on each of their friends on breaks, to hang out with each other and walk their dogs in secret; away from campus grounds so no professors would find out that they'd been sneaking their dogs into their place of education.

Y/n was hesitant at first, given his social status, but slowly started to let him knock her walls down. And with time, she eventually learnt that Jonah was not the ordinary popular guy you'd usually see around. Instead, he was a beautiful, brown headed, friendly giant with a pure heart and a lot of love to give.

They fell for each other hard.

Jonah broke out of his trance when heard and saw a guy with a medical box by his side. The name tag on his uniform, reading 'Captain Bobby Nash'.

"I'm sorry son, we need to get her checked out, she inhaled a lot of smoke"

Jonah looked at her worryingly, looking between her and the paramedics that have just arrived on scene.

"It's okay, don't worry about me.

Here, take our dogs. I think we have more things to worry about" nodding her head a few times towards the professor who's currently got a mixture of relief and rage in his eyes when he notices the two dogs now standing by Jonah's side.

"Shit".

"Let's go now please" Bobby says, admiring the couple.

Their friends watch Jonah as he talks to his professor and y/n disappears once again.

They attempt to listen in but are unable to hear anything, understanding that their friends are likely in serious trouble. However, after a few minutes, when they see Jonah shaking his hand, and the professor leaning down to pat the dogs on the head, they have a gut feeling everything's going to be alright.

Jonah is pulled to the side by dogs, towards the paramedics assessing Y/N.

"Woah buddy, easy there" a guy with a quiff type hair style and birth mark on his forehead says when the dogs come up from behind him, startling him and his friend Eddie, who stands next to him.

The paramedic gives Jonah a blanket, which he wraps around himself and his girlfriend before kissing the top of her head.

"Are you okay baby, everything good?"

"Yes" she turns her neck towards him and smiles.

"Good, we should probably get the dogs checked out too" gently stroking her cheek.

"I've already checked them out, Dexter is fine, but Bella burnt her paw but I've cleaned it and I'll make sure it doesn't get infected"

He murmurs, "My perfect little vet," against her lips and then kisses her.

"Let's go yeah?"

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Jonah's hands caresses and squeezes her thighs, smoothing up her sides and her arms. His index finger hooks under her chin as he pulls her impossibly closer. his eyes are locked on hers, and he's staring into her eyes whilst biting his lip.

Her heart flutters and the butterflies in both of their stomachs are constant. Her cheeks are all hot and she's tripping over her words as she tries to focus, but his gorgeous eyes have her hooked, reeling her in and never letting her go.

"I love you" he confesses.

"Hmm?" Tilting her head as the corner of her lips turn upwards and her pupils dilate further.

"I said I love you", kissing her lips.

"I love you too Jonah".

He smiles as he kisses her lips again- harder this time, then her cheek, her other cheek, her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her chin.

He's smiling against her skin as he watches her fall back onto the bed, inside their perfect little beach house they bought last summer, to escape from reality and be eachothers company.

The two dogs wake them up in the morning and nuzzle them to get out of bed whilst they are still tangled in the sheets and entwined in each other's arms.

They might not have a place to finish their degree programme anymore, but their professor assured that a new rule would be in place after they had rebuilt. Because they help with anxiety and despair and promote good health, dogs are permitted on campus.

The end??!!

Note: Please leave a like/comment if you wish, this is my first ever fanfic that I've done in a while, so please be nice! And thankyou @megalony for your help, your kindness is everything.

[whenthegoldrays]

You mentioned you think about scripting Mansfield Park or North and South, and it made me remember an idea I concocted one for how to open/structure a MP movie or series. The concepts are probably trite and demodé at this point, but I think they have potential in this case.

It would open with a young Maria, Julia, and Fanny at their school room for a lesson, Fanny failing to answer correctly on something she never was taught about, and being humiliated by her cousins.

Then it would transition to Fanny at the room she shares with Susan in Portsmouth later in the novel. She might, for example, be looking at the window and have a book Edmund gave her open on her lap, at his handwritten dedication (a quote about strength would be apropos). Susan comes in for another study session (bonus points if it is the same topic as the first scene, but presented in more depth or with more accuracy), but then she asks about Fanny's life at Mansfield, and that would be the closing of the opening of the adaptation.

I know narration is a bad word these days, but I think it could work really well here, because Fanny would tell Susan of an event in one way, but we'd see how in reality it was in a different, harsher way -Fanny is trying to protect/be grateful to her relations. It reveals character, and it can also create funny contrasts like Fanny mentioning the quiet kind intimacy of her evenings spent with Mrs. Bertram, and what we see is Mrs. Bertram snoring on the couch with pug on her lap as Fanny does her worsted work for her.

I thought of both opening and narration as ways to show front and center Fanny's growth and her at her moment of, paradoxically, the most agency and authority, in her relationship with Susan, and then preventing her from sinking into the background -fitting for the "I was quiet, but I was not blind" character. I think it also highlights the theme of education, that is so important to the novel, and would give more urgency to the events later on Fanny's Portsmouth visit and afterwards, which are A) the most thrilling B) those where the family begins to realize Fanny's importance and value to them. I mean that we'd be experiencing them with Fanny rather than through Fanny as before. Oh, it would also make Henry's Portsmouth visit more shocking, as Fanny is not privy to the scene where Henry discusses all her excellencies with Mary.

So, hmm, that's my idea, IDK what you think, but I had to share XD

wow I love this idea! it’s kind of giving me the mental image of Goob’s “they all hated me” as the flashback shows that everyone thinks he’s cool, but with Fanny it’d be the inverse. you get the sense of Fanny kind of wincing when she gets to a particularly painful point in the story and trying to gloss over it or soften it while the reality is much worse.

(this as an antidote to Fanny trash talking the Bertrams to Susie in 1999 my beloathed)

and you’re right, the narration also works best because so much of Fanny’s character relies on her inner thoughts. it’d be a bit of a challenge to find the right balance of Unreliable Narrator Fanny and Most Observant Person in the Room Fanny, as well as the right balance of stuff she leaves out of her tale but is still shown vs. what isn’t shown at all (such as Henry’s perspective of falling in love with her), but with some good brainstorming and trial and error, I think it would be very good!

your idea also somewhat reminds me of (sorry!) Little Women 2019, with the flashbacks to their childhood being interspersed with the second half of the story until after Laurie’s proposal, at which point we return to the present and experience the rest of the story in “real time.” so it’d be a similar thing here. oh, we’d also have to decide how much (if at all) Susan might interrupt the narration to give her own comments on it, possibly expressing skepticism or concern about the more dubious parts of the story.

honestly, this gives me so much to think about and I love it!! thanks so much for sharing it with me!

[jeschalynn]

hand over the ship lore you have for yourself and barbatos and nobody gets hurt. 🔫 i want *all* the details on why you love that petty butler and the scenarios that come with it,,,, for science. - gifter cryptid

My selfship for him follows the canon story (from the original game) very loosely. It's a slow burn interspersed with moments of domestic affection and intimacy but also a lot of pining and angst. It takes him a long time to realize the depth of his feelings, and by the time he does, I've already tried to move on.

This is a more general timeline of how I picture things unfolding over the course of the og game's four seasons. The story ended abruptly and a lot of potential relationship moments haven't happened yet, so I went with what I thought might happen next.

(My poly!ship lore with him follows a different path entirely.)

Note: The content below includes vague spoilers for season four/hypothetical season five events.

My initial opinion of him was similar to most of the other demons I met after arriving in the Devildom: he was handsome and intimidating and totally unapproachable. He had a role of such high importance, serving a literal prince, and I assumed we had nothing in common.

I felt like a small, insignificant human in that place. The other demons treated him with respect and reverence. He was professional and polite and kind when we interacted, but it was hard to figure out what he was really like at first. We didn't see each other very much unless we were at RAD or at Diavolo's castle.

Mutual interests brought us together slowly throughout the course of the exchange program: the types of human world teas we both liked and how the Devildom blends compared; cooking and sharing recipes that took into account my limited tolerance for the Devildom's spicy cuisine; and he appreciated my interest in his world and my eagerness to learn new things with an open mind.

We spent more and more time in each other's company. He pointed out books in the RAD library he thought I might like, or he invited me and Luke to the castle to bake something, or Diavolo invited me to have lunch (he knew I found the House of Lamentation a bit suffocating at times).

Sometimes Barbatos invited me to accompany him when he visited one of the Devildom markets. He quickly learned which foods I liked or didn't like. When the demon brothers and I were guests at the castle, he prepared my dish with careful consideration.

When he traveled to the human world to run mundane tasks for Diavolo (or peruse his favourite tea vendors), he brought back something for me as well. He even took me with him on a few occasions; it was an excuse to show me places I mentioned in passing that I'd like to visit someday. (Those sorts of feats were easy for a demon of his status and power, but my excitement and earnest appreciation made it worthwhile.)

I attended parties at Diavolo's castle with Lucifer and his brothers. Asmo enjoyed dressing me up in the latest Devildom fashions and I felt self-conscious in whatever extravagant dress he picked out (or had made for me). Barbatos watched the other demons take turns leading me onto the dance floor, but he recognized the anxious look on my face when I got overwhelmed and needed a break from the crowd and the attention.

He usually led me somewhere quiet, an empty balcony or a sitting room nearby. He offered me a cold drink (knowing I don't like the taste of Demonus) and promised that I could always ask him if I needed space away from the festivities. He stayed with me the entire time and when I was ready, he rested a gloved hand gently on the small of my back as we walked together. He rejoined Diavolo and offered his apologies for an absence that couldn't be helped. He watched me as I made my way back to the demon brothers nearby.

(If Diavolo had any assumptions or thoughts about his butler's keen attention to my comfort or needs, he kept them to himself.)

Time passed and eventually I learned more about him. He wasn't simply the prince's butler anymore. I appreciated his expertise and attention to detail, and how he could be so kind and considerate. I enjoyed his company even if we spent it in comfortable silence. He smiled more often and found ways to tease delighted reactions from me. If I did or said something amusing - sometimes on purpose, sometimes not - his laughter was warm and genuine. I adored that sound.

It was hard to look him in the eyes sometimes because he was so beautiful, and I was afraid he'd read all my secrets like an open book. The thought of him finding out about my less-than-platonic feelings for him made me want to crawl into a hole and die. Unfortunately, I had a terrible poker face and couldn't lie to save my life. Despite my best efforts, it became painfully obvious when I started acting strangely around him.

It didn't take long for him to figure out why my voice trembled when he stood too close, or when our hands touched when we walked side by side. He noticed that my cheeks flushed pink when he complimented me. I avoided his gaze too - my eyes darted to his face quickly before looking away again, like I was trying to hide something from him (I was).

He thought whatever I was experiencing - simple attraction - was nothing more than a passing fancy. He thought ignoring it was kinder than bringing it up. When it started to affect our friendship, he realized things were changing and not in a way he liked.

I found excuses to avoid spending time alone with him and I refused some of his offers to visit the castle gardens with him, or the library, or new places in the Devildom he thought I'd like to see. It bothered him that I was nervous around him now, similar to how I was when I first arrived in his realm. He didn't demand an explanation and simply accepted my answers - refusals - with grace. Any dissatisfaction he felt was easily ignored.

Even if he did ask me what was wrong, what would I say? I have a crush on you but I like you too much as a friend to risk it all for nothing? I couldn't admit my feelings so easily. I was convinced someone like him wouldn't be interested in someone like me anyway. Romantic fantasies of him made me feel like such a fool.

I couldn't spend the rest of my year in the Devildom fretting over my feelings for someone who didn't feel the same for me. My genius plan was to try and stomp down those feelings instead. I needed to find other things to occupy my thoughts, other friends to spend my time with. I considered the possibility of trying to date someone else, should anyone else show an interest in me. (I wouldn't have the courage to ask them first.)

I spent more time at the House of Lamentation and got to know the demon brothers. Each of them grew to love me in their own ways. Some of them were like the brothers I had to leave behind in the human world. Some of them became my dearest friends. Some of them wanted to be more than that, but the end of the exchange program arrived and we were all out of time.

The last night of the Devildom was turbulent with so many conflicting emotions. I dreaded going home and I wondered where I truly belonged. I couldn't stay in this world, but the thought of leaving everyone behind was painful. I regretted so many missed opportunities and I wondered what might've happened if I were a bit braver, if I were more willing to share my feelings instead of guarding my heart from the burning sting of rejection.

I made my pact with Lucifer that final night, but spending the night in his bed was not what I expected. Perhaps we were both in need of a little comfort. Neither of us regretted it afterwards, and he never complained or asked for more than I was willing to give. I realized that maybe I could find someone else to love. Lucifer seemed to understand our night together was not likely to be repeated. I told him I still cared for him, and he cared for me too, and that was enough for both of us.

After I returned to the human world, Lucifer still missed me the way his brothers did. Maybe my sudden absence affected him more than anyone else thought it would. At times he was unusually distracted, but he perked up whenever my name was mentioned. His brothers noticed this, and Diavolo noticed, and inevitably Barbatos did too. He made his own assumptions about what would cause the Avatar of Pride to act this way, and part of him was...surprised when he considered all the possibilities. He ignored the thought and decided it wasn't any of his business. Why should he care?

No one expected my sudden return to the Devildom, or Solomon's slippery excuses for why he brought me with him. Most of the demons were just happy to see me again, and the ones that wanted more than our friendship were eager for a second chance to pursue me.

I missed the Devildom and the demons too - some more than others, and one above them all. Much-needed space helped me come to terms with my unrequited feelings, and we fell into our friendship easily as if I'd never left. I reminded myself that it was foolish to think about a future with him and I felt ready to move on. My feelings for him lingered, but I tried not to let that stop me from living.

I had relationships with some of the others I'd grown close to. They were fun distractions in an attempt to find someone who could love me in ways Barbatos never would.

Asmo was my first relationship when I returned to the Devildom. If he knew about my feelings for the prince's butler, he did his best to distract me from thinking about him - or anyone else - while we were together. I was with Solomon after that, a natural outcome after we spent so much time together during my sorcerer's apprenticeship trials. Later, Simeon and I found comfort in each other when he told me about his punishment for stealing the ring he gave me, the one I still wore. He soothed my guilt when I realized he risked his future to save me and smiled when he told me he'd do it all over again if he had to. I promised myself that I'd find a way to help him.

It wasn't until the incident with the dark crevasse that Barbatos had his own belated epiphany. In the windy chaos that ensued, something in him changed. Was it the fear in my eyes when I realized he could barely hold himself upright, or the way my voice cracked when I begged him to pull himself together for Diavolo's sake, or my arms wrapped around him to keep him from falling over and giving up?

Once the drama had ended and the castle guests retired for the night, he laid in his bed and started pulling apart all the tangled feelings he had when he thought of me. He recalled all those times he watched the other demons bicker for my attention at parties and sleepovers, how they elbowed each other out of the way so they could sit beside me at the table, how they bickered to have the first dance with me, to be partnered with me in class, anything that would let them be that much closer to their favourite human.

I was friends with all of them, but he knew I was intimate with some of them too. Asmo wasn't very subtle about his feelings and neither was Solomon. He feigned indifference when he overheard them speaking about me and believed it was no concern of his who I spent time with or invited to my bed. He snuck away quietly on the very rare occasions when he caught me and one of my lovers sharing a private moment away from prying eyes (or so we thought); he swallowed thickly and looked away when hands and mouths wandered too far, and he always wondered why those images plagued him with restless sleep the nights that happened.

Was it stubbornness that kept him from admitting what caused the bitter churning in his stomach - jealousy, regret, and the first stirrings of desire. The jealousy that others got to experience the most intimate parts of me, the desire to have what others were brave enough to take for themselves, the regret that it took him this long to admit he wanted me like he knew I wanted him.

Barbatos thought I would welcome his feelings. He woke up the next morning with new purpose and caught me off-guard with his affectionate touches and flirtatious words. He didn't expect the disbelief, the discomfort, or the anger that clouded my face when I confronted him about it later.

Why was he teasing me like this? Was this a joke to him? After all this time of trying to move on from him, he suddenly wants me when it's convenient and I'm supposed to just accept it? I couldn't imagine what would cause his opinion of me to change so drastically, because that's what it felt like. I couldn't risk getting my hopes up if his feelings weren't genuine. I thought about the fleeting moments in the past when he admitted he didn't want to get close to me, when he doubted what could possibly make me so special, how it wasn't long ago that he admitted that he still couldn't trust me. I doubted his sincerity.

Of course, the timing for his declaration was terrible. I promised to help Simeon from his precarious fate and some of the others thought appealing to Michael personally might be the best solution. Petitioning the Celestial Realm to allow me to negotiate on the Devildom's behalf was a convenient excuse to stop thinking about Barbatos, if only for a short while. I felt vulnerable and reckless in the Devildom with everything that had happened recently and I couldn't think straight with him so close.

When he learned what had been decided, he approached me in a rare moment of privacy and asked me not to go. He knew I had a habit of running away from things that made me uncomfortable. It hurt that I wanted to run away from him.

He knew his plea to stay would fall on deaf ears. Someone I cared for - a friend (and a lover, he thought bitterly) needed my help.

Don't light yourself on fire to keep others warm.

He couldn't refuse the wishes of his lord, even if that meant summoning the portal that would take me somewhere even he couldn't follow.

Once I was gone, he planned to use that time to find a way to fix what was broken between us. He turned to friends he trusted for guidance because they knew me as well as he did.

Asmo and Solomon were both willing to give their input on the subject, after they recovered from the initial shock to learn that I refused him.

Oh, hon. It couldn't have been that bad. You probably just surprised her.

You weren't there. You didn't see how she looked at me.

Look, once she gets back, you two can - Solomon, please stop laughing. It's not funny!

She ran off to another realm to avoid him. Barbatos, all you had to do was tell her that you loved her. How could you mess that up so badly?!

While I was in the Celestial Realm, he promised to give me the space I needed. He resisted the urge to text me or call me while I was gone.

After a couple days and many long lectures from his friends, he tentatively reached out to Luke to ask about me discreetly. Part of him regretted that choice.

He loathed the photos Luke sent him after that: angels standing far too close to me for his liking, or the beautiful clothes he assumed Michael had made for me to wear while I visited. He loved and hated how radiant I looked in the Celestial Realm's unending sunlight, as if I belonged there more than in the darkness with him.

Luke even sent him a photo of Michael and I walking through one of the vibrant gardens in full bloom. He wondered what Michael said that made me smile at him like that.

There was a time when I used to look at him like that too. During the early days of the exchange program, Barbatos showed me rows of night-blooming roses in the castle gardens. I leaned down and breathed in their delicate scent, admiring the sparkling petals while he watched nearby; he never told me about those fleeting moments when he thought I looked lovely.

Perhaps his feelings for me rooted in his heart even earlier than he realized.

All he needed was one chance to make amends for all the things he should've done differently. He vowed to himself that he'd show me what it was like to be romanced by a demon properly, if I was forgiving enough to accept his proposal.

When I returned, he presented me with a heartfelt apology and the promise that I wouldn't regret giving him that chance. No matter how hard I tried, my stubborn feelings for him burned defiantly and as strong as ever.

How could I possibly refuse him when he was the one I wanted all along?

Demon courtship? That sounds awfully formal.

It's a traditional way of proving love and fidelity for another. Most of the violent customs have been adapted for modern times, of course. I doubt there will be any need for bloodshed so long as the others respect my claim on you.

That’s very...intense.

It can be.

And a little possessive.

Mm, precisely.

I would never ask you to do all something like that for me. Being together is enough.

I know you wouldn't, but I promise you that the only thing I'll ever regret is not doing this sooner.

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