#its late and i wanted to hurry up and publish this

[sassyresacon1990]

it's no more mystery, it is finally clear to me (you're the home my heart searched for so long)

rated T | complete | 20.1k words

summary:

He grips his blaster tight and swallows thickly, before he pushes down and the door slides open.

Only for his blaster to slip from his fingers, clattering on the floor loudly.

“Paz?”

Or, Din doesn't know who to expect at the door of his homestead... but a supposedly dead Paz isn't it.

Tags: din djarin, paz vizsla, fluff and angst, paz vizsla lives, post season 3, soft boys in love, mandalorian lore, angsty with a happy ending, eventual emotional maturity

[noforkingclue]

Hi there, I hope you're having a great day. I'm not familiar with the characters in Slow horses but I would like to make a scenario request. May I please make a request where the reader is an Mi5 agent who works with the group but is betrayed by someone close to them, kidnapped and taken to the enemy organisation/base. The reader is then held captive and then brainwashed by the enemy but the group doesn't realise that the reader is missing until its too late.

I really hope you have a great day

Yeah, yeah, I know. I'll be back to publishing multi-fandom stuff soon. I promise this blog isn't turning into a Slow Horses one!

But yeah, in the meantime enjoy the fic :D

Title: Welcome Back

Slow Horses tag list: @cillmequick

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites spngingerbread21,  @layazul,  @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

You weren’t in yet.

Lamb leant back in his chair and it creaked dangerously as he lit another cigarette. It wasn’t the first of the day, far from it. He closed his eyes as he inhaled the smoke.

You were usually one of the first people in the office. You didn’t get in nearly as early as he or Standish did but by this time you should be in. If you were on leave Standish would’ve told him when she approved it and if you were sick you would’ve updated one of the others. Sooner or later he would’ve heard about it.

So for him to have heard nothing was strange and if you were dead he would like to be the first to know. He’d have known if you had resigned and found another job.

He took another drag from his cigarette and threw the stub into a lukewarm cup of tea. Then he raised his foot and thumped loudly on the floor, smirking when he heard the groans coming from the floor below. Good thing it was a nice day. Maybe they’ll enjoy a field trip.

*

A week.

A whole fucking week.

It took a whole fucking week to find you which was a week longer than he would’ve liked. You should’ve been found by the end of the day and dragged back to Slough House from wherever you were hiding. Then again, that was The Park for you. A Slow Horse goes missing and no one gave a fuck. But, if Lady Di showed any hint of interest that would also raise some eyebrows and make Lamb more suspicious.

Huh.

Another line of questioning he’d have to pursue.

A shout from the building dragged him out of his thoughts and he flicked the cigarette butt out the window.

“Fucking found her then.” he called

Marcus grunted as he wrapped his arms around your waist, River and Shirley following at a distance. Roddy was in the passenger seat, unhappy that Lamb had decided to take the wheel of his car. River opened the car door and Marcus slid inside, his arms trapping yours against your body. River went to sit next to him but you kicked out and hit him in the stomach, much to Lamb’s amusement although he was disappointed you didn’t get him in the balls.

“Looks like your little holiday away from us hasn’t improved your relationship with Cartwright.” Lamb said

“Fuck you.” you spat

You turned towards the car door where Shirley stood. She raised her eyebrows at you and folded her arms. River was hunched over, breathing heavily and steadily.

“You try anything like that with me and I’ll break your fucking legs. Understand?”

After a tense couple of seconds you nodded and moved your legs. Shirely smirked and sat down in the middle.

“Cartwright, hurry the fuck up. I don’t want to spend any more time here than necessary.”

River let out a string of muttered curses as he slipped in the seat next to Shirley.  You continued to glare at the back of Lamb’s head but this did nothing apart from amuse him.

“Guy and Standish are alright,” Lamb said conversationally, “If you give a fuck about them that is.”

Your eyes narrowed and you turned your head to look out of the window. Marcus’s grip on you tightened but you could feel that it wasn’t to restrict you. It felt more comforting than anything and you had to resist the urge to lean in. You, Shirley and Marcus were always close, joining Slough House at roughly the same time.

“Stop the car.” you said eventually

“No.” said Lamb

“Why not?” you demanded

“Because we’re in the middle of fucking nowhere and I have questions.”

“Well I’m not going to answer any. Especially if you ask them.”

“Stockholm Syndrome already setting in, I see.”

“Fuck you, I don’t have Stockholm Syndrome,” you spat, “I saw what you’ve done. During the Cold War.”

A tense silence followed your words. Lamb didn’t answer immediately. Instead he lit another cigarette and took a deep drag. He blew the smoke out of the window.

“And what exactly did you learn?” Lamb said eventually

“Everything. You disgust me. Even more than usual.”

“Everything,” Lamb didn’t bother trying to hide the amusement in his voice, “Fucking hell, that must’ve been a busy week. I’m amazed you even had time to wipe you fucking arse let alone be able to form any sort of opinion about me.”

“I saw the evidence.”

“Evidence,” Lamb let out a short, sharp bark of laughter, “and you didn’t stop to think that it could’ve been faked? No wonder you’re in fucking Slough House. You needed these fucking useless idiots to come and rescue you.”

“I didn’t need to be rescued. And maybe I didn’t want to be rescued.”

Lamb looked at you in the rearview mirror and even Roddy turned around, briefly caught unawares. You met Roddy’s gaze icily and he quickly turned back to his laptop. You felt Marcus’s grip on you tighten and River’s breath hitched at your words. Shirley tensed under your legs and her arm moved so they were on top of them. Maybe she didn’t want you to kick out again or maybe it was because she was thinking that you’d try and make a run for it. Where you’d run off to in a car you had no idea.

“Fuck it,” you said, shattering the silence, “I quit.”

“Like fuck you are.” Lamb said

“Why can’t I? I thought that this was the sole purpose of Slough House- to make the fuck ups quit.”

“Y/n-” Marcus said softly

“Shut up,” Lamb barked at him, “and l/n, you’re not fucking going anywhere.”

“If she wants to quit-” started River but stopped at the look Lamb gave him

“I still have questions that need answering,” said Lamb, “and you’re not going anywhere until I’m fucking happy.”

“And we need to get y/n back to normal.” said Shirley

“Well that’ll take too fucking long,” said Lamb, “and will be a fucking waste of time. Although we could always just hand her to The Park. Let them deal with her.”

This time you really did shrink back against Marcus. You didn’t bother hiding the tears that streaked your cheeks.

“Now then,” Lamb’s voice was low and dangerous, but in the silence of the car everyone heard him clearly, “why don’t we make a start.”

[classicsubliminalbo]

Lacey's Story Part 4

Originally published Oct 14, 2015 This series is being revised

Brad met Samantha in his freshman year, Intro to Psych. Though he didn't deny Sam her beauty, Brad was too stuck on the dream of a future with Lacey to notice her interest. But Brad's feelings for Lacey didn't stop him from developing a close friendship with Sam. She was another strong personality, the kind that Brad so often fell for, but she wasn't as ruthless as Lacey. Sam had a kind and gentle heart, always putting the concerns of others in front of herself. Maybe that was why Brad chose to tell Sam the truth.

He caught up with her as she was heading to her statistics class.

"Did you...enjoy it?" Sam asked after Brad explained the events of his evening. There was some suspicion in her voice; though Sam was a sweetheart, she wasn't above jealousy. She knew how much Lacey mattered to her boyfriend, and it was hard to sympathize with the woman she'd passively despised since meeting Brad.

"Of course not, Sam! That's not even the issue, she's not in her right mind and she needed my help. I didn't know what else to do but...keep her safe, until I find some kind of solution."

Samantha bit down on her lip, pushing whatever resentment she had buried back down into its hole. Brad was right: Lacey wasn't even the same girl he'd been so crazy about before, she was another victim of the Victoria's Secret mind control machine. Sam was a member of an anti-obedience group on campus, speaking out against the evils of mind control. The group was hard to maintain as the members mysteriously turned one by one, but that's probably a story I'll write in the future. I literally just thought of that, shit, I love it. Anyway, Sam was always looking for a cause to support, and lately her cause was Victoria's Secret. It was scary to think that a personality as implacable as Lacey's could be bent to someone else's will. Sam liked to figure that she would be strong enough to endure the power of Obedience by Victoria, but deep down she knew that if Lacey couldn't, no one could.

"You're right," Sam sighed. "I'm sorry, Brad, it's just Lacey..." "I understand," Brad whispered. "Lacey was a big part of my life, and in a way she still is...but she's not that part of my life anymore. There's only you, Samantha." This made her smile. He couldn't resist kissing her. "You know I love you, right?" "Of course. You know I love you?" "You don't even have to say it," Sam's face was flushing. "The lingerie is supposed to be addictive, her mind should clear up if she takes it off, but no one under its power does for long. Tonight I'll do some research, I'll see if there's any way to counter the effects of the lingerie." Brad was the one smiling now. He knew it must be hard for Sam to even consider helping Lacey. "I'll keep her busy at my apartment until you find something." "Just don't...please don't keep her that busy," "I meant cleaning and stuff, she wants to be ordered around, it doesn't have to be...sexual. I only want you, Sam." "I know," she tried to smile. "Maybe order her to put on some clothes?"

After that they kissed again, and Sam hurried away to her class. Brad released a long sigh of relief. It took a lot to tell Sam the truth about the brainwashed girl in his apartment, but he felt better afterward. They didn't have secrets in their relationship.

That evening as Brad left work, he checked his messages to see that Sam had gotten home safely. She was going to take a shower and curl up in bed with her laptop. Normally she'd binge watch Netflix to sleep, but she seemed excited to actually have something to do. Nothing got Sam more energized than her pet causes. He loved that about her. She left him with a racy bathroom snap which he promptly screencapped, and then replied, "Wish I were there ;-)" For a moment, everything felt normal, but he was quickly dragged back to reality when he reached his apartment.

"Lacey?" he called as he stepped inside. "Lacey?" There was no response. Brad moved to his bedroom, but found no sign of the girl he had left there in the morning. His heart was beginning to pound. He had ordered her to stay, how could she leave? Where would she go? Lacey was in no state to be wandering around. He went back to his phone, it had been over an hour since Sam's shower text. He frantically wrote, "Can't find Lacey, can you get here?"

Seconds passed, but Brad was too impatient to wait for her response. He dialed her number. The dial tone began to ring. Once. Twice. And a half of a third time before Sam answered. "Sam," Brad spoke frantically. "Lacey's run off, I have no clue where to--" "Don't worry, master," Brad's heart sank at the sound of Lacey's voice on his girlfriend's phone. "I'm at Samantha's." "Lacey," Brad breathed. "Lacey, please tell me Sam is okay. Tell me you left her alone." Lacey's giggle sent a chill down Brad's spine. "She's fine, I've just been teaching her." "What? Teaching her what?!" "Don't be silly, master! I've been teaching her how to be a good slave!"

Brad's breathing was growing heavier on the other end. "Stay there, Lacey. That's an order. I order you to stay there. I'm coming over."When he hung up, Lacey lazily dropped the phone and turned to face the newly submissive Samantha waiting for orders on her bed. "Master is coming over, Samantha. I want you to be ready for him when he gets here." "Yes, Mistress Lacey," Samantha spoke quietly. "I will obey."

[wakacreations]

WIP Update

@falcatamandarina

I took a break from writing Zevlor's Adventures to focus on writing and drawing on other things. There is just so much sadness in this old man. I want to write it all but that is not good for my mental health. I just got so emotionally drained writing him in the story. Not necessarily demotivated but just the scenes I want to write for him are just really intense and the imagery too. Finding the right words to capture it is difficult. I've also needed to add additional scenes and finally finish some Act 3 quests to continue writing lol.

I won't be publishing the next chapter this weekend or next weekend. I'll be posting some wips snippets in the mean time. Anyways for some lore, Zevlor's poems are events that happen in this story. It's really the only place where I write Zevlor as being all soft and happy. I know that's terrible. If I can come up with any happy content with him, I will try to make some.

Zevlor's Bizarre Cocoa Adventures

Snippet #1:

In that moment, motion and movement seemed weightless. The ceiling above thundered as hailing stones pelleted them on. They were opened and exposed to the unforgiving nature of the Underdark. The large stalactites came crashing down above as the ground soon approached. The spring finally triggered as the predator's maw closed shut. Zevlor looked up at the stalactites as it set forth to spear through them. “Is this the end?” his thought echoes as he feels the presence of the stone on his back. A sudden burst of psionic energy crackled the air. Knocking and throwing the two companions from its trajectory. With a great heavy thud, the paladin crashed onto the rubble. His ears ringing in the disorienting dusty haze.

Snippet #2:

He ran. He ran with all the strength in his limbs that screamed. He ran as if air was a privilege that would escape his lungs. He ran as fast as his ribs could withstand his hammering heart. Hungry desperations filled his veins, hands feverishly clawing to unearth the hope that laid bare somewhere deep below. It’s not too late! I! Am! Right! Here! I am right here so don’t give up on me! With animalistic vigor he hurried the stones out of his way. The crumbled stones echo in the eerie silence. You will! You can’t fall! So please.. stay with me!

[canary0]

Aug 15th - Dracula 2023

Jonathan Harker's Diary

After we saw that bat in the window the night after our wedding, I've been feeling better. Unsurprising that he would come after me again - draw out whatever joy he gets in my torment. Mina and I have done what we can to try and protect more of the house, but it's hard to work around Lucy's mother. She's quite religious, and sees things like crucifixes as idolatrous, and worse (to her), Catholic. Working with the limited knowledge we have is making protecting ourselves difficult, and all of us know that he's here somewhere.

Lucy's mother doesn't, but between clearly having some intense levels of anxiety and a heart condition, it could genuinely be as dangerous to her health to tell her as not. Considering she believes that sleepwalkers throw themselves off cliffs and was nervous about Lucy getting vaccinated during COVID, we decided probably less is better in her particular case.

We've all (that is, Lucy, Mina, and I) been talking with Quincey and Jack about the situation. Dr. Seward in particular didn't quite believe us at first. We showed him my journal, and while he was still disbelieving afterward, it wasn't me he disbelieved so much as whether the experiences that he believes that I have were supernatural in origin. Admittedly, I can think of ways it could be done, but not a lot without electricity. He did agree with that.

Eventually, he said that he knew someone who could help, a multi-disciplinary scientist of his acquaintance by the name of Van Helsing. Dr. Stankiewicz will be arriving soon, as well. She couldn't make it to the wedding due to work, but the hospital has virtually forced her to take a vacation, so she's taking the offer up to visit, at least.

Between a man who apparently has published a paper on just about every subject you can think of and a medical doctor from the Count's region of origin, perhaps we'll have some concrete steps to take soon.

In the mean time, I have been spending a great deal of time on the internet and in Whitby's library. The town isn't huge, and the library matches its scale, but it has some resources, and that's more than we have on hand.

---

Mina Harker's Diary

I'm writing quite late tonight - I think it must be the wee hours of the morning, though I don't really want to check my phone at the moment to see just how late it is.

I am growing worried for Lucy again. She's been sleepwalking quite a bit lately, wandering around her room in just her nightclothes, trying the door and window over and over again. I've been listening to her each night lately. She is quite energetic during the day, which feels quite surprising given her level of activity at night, but I wonder if part of it is having an interesting project to work on to distract herself from Arthur's absence. She's been quite thoroughly throwing herself into our situation.

However, I think we both must have fallen asleep last night, because Lucy managed to get herself out of the room tonight. I woke with a start after I realized I had fallen asleep and got up as soon as I realized I wasn't hearing anything from the next room.

I unlocked the door only to find the window open. The window, of all places!

I ran out of the house... admittedly, completely forgetting to wake Jonathan in my panic. I only remembered how important it was for all of us not to be alone after it was all over.

I hurried out into the streets and across the bridge over the River Esk, looking around in a panic in the form of Lucy. It made it more difficult, not knowing what she might have dressed herself in... although it turned out, not as difficult as I thought. She hadn't changed, as it turned out. I saw a form in the moonlight lying prone on our seat up in the graveyard. Someone was nearby, maybe close to her. It was hard to tell from so far away, but I ran over to her as fast as my legs would carry me in my pajamas, a pair of sneakers, and a housecoat.

The figure left before I arrived - I wonder if they must have seen me tearing toward them at full speed. The figure was indeed Lucy, thankfully.

I shook her awake as gently as I could and still get her there. She was still sleepy and disoriented. I gave her the housecoat. Despite it being summer, the late nights are still chilly enough for me to worry for her, especially with bare feet, too.

I got her back into bed and closed up the window, but there was only a latch rather than a proper lock. I shall have to speak with Mrs. Westenra about getting one installed. She will likely be amenable, given her worries about sleepwalkers and roofs and cliffs and whatnot.

I am honestly not sure how Lucy managed to get down from the window, but her limbs are uninjured, at least.

It's time for me to get some sleep. The danger has already taken place, and Lucy always sleeps soundly after one sleepwalking incident.

(A/N: I promised and I did it! Go me! I'm so tired. Time for me to go to sleep. Fortunately, I only talk in my sleep. XD)

[taiyaki-translations]

Autumn Cafeteria - Fall for All 7

Season: Autumn Characters: Shu, Tsumugi, Tsukasa, Koga, Yuta Translator: taiyaki-translations Proofreader: raspberrytls

<A few days later>

Tsukasa: Ah, you’ve arrived. Thank you for your hard work, Onee-sama ♪

Koga: Hm? You look real tired. Did somethin’ happen?

Yuta: …You were in a hurry because you were running late? But Hasumi-senpai warned you not to run in the hallways, so you just walked here really fast?

That’s rough~ Why don’t you take a break until your breathing calms down?

Shu: …She says she’ll be fine and that we should get started quickly. Aoba is presiding over this, so go ahead.

Tsumugi: Understood. Please take a look at the materials in front of you.

Like I mentioned before, as a measure to keep the café running, the five of us are going to form a “Shuffle Unit.”

Koga: A “Shuffle Unit”, huh. A unit where you’re teamin’ up with idols from other units for different projects…

I remember Hakaze-senpai tellin’ me about the date plan his unit came up with that was gonna get published in a magazine.

Tsumugi: Ahh. I believe Kaoru-kun was a member of the “Date Plan Planning Team”, the first of the ES cross-agency projects.

Shu: “Date Plan Planning Team”... What is with that tasteless and nonsensical name?

Tsumugi: What was the name of the unit…

What’s that, Anzu-chan?

Is the official name “√AtoZ”? How stylish~ Though personally, I like “Date Plan Planning Team” because it’s easier to understand ♪

By the way, shall we decide on a name for this unit? For conveniences’ sake, I just wrote “Café Survival Team” on the materials…

Yuta: …How about “BLEND+”? It gives off a café-like feel.

Tsukasa: Yes. Meetings, studying, resting… There are various reasons why people frequent cafés.

And “Plus”... We want to provide a spoonful of peace through our activities.

Tsumugi: Fufu, that works. Then I would like to talk about the activities of “BLEND+” again. 

But before that… We need to discuss the management of the café and how to turn its deficit around.

After discussions, it was decided that the café will be renovated into “a place where you can get close with ES’s new idols” in partnership with ES. 

Koga: Renovated…?

Tsumugi: Yes. However, the fundamentals will remain the same. The current owner will still be the owner, and the exterior and interior will not be changed.

By appointing new idols from ES as store staff, we hope it will help customers remember their faces while also helping the idols develop a fanbase—

It will be reborn as a café mainly targeted at idol fans, where future stars with hidden talent and potential will work at.

We got the owner’s approval, of course~ He was very enthusiastic and thinks that it will breathe new life into the café.

Next, let’s finally talk about our activities—

Like other “Shuffle units”, we will be producing a song and a PV. It will be shot inside the café in order to promote it. 

Koga: Inside the café? Is that really a place we should be singin’ and dancin’ in~?

Tsumugi: We can dance in front of the store or enact some kind of story inside. It’s not a live show, so it’s up to us how we want to do it~

Then there’s the matter of how we’re going to advertise it. We’re going to use magazines as the main promotional media, such as town information magazines, gourmet magazines, music information magazines, idol magazines and such. 

At the same time, we can promote on social media and news sites. The internet is inseparable from our information-based society after all~

And finally… Fufu. This will be the main attraction of this “shuffle unit.”

The five of us will work as café staff and host an event to entertain customers… ☆

Tsukasa: Café staff…

Shu: Working as servers…? You cannot be serious?

Tsumugi: Yes. However, it won’t be a “one-day wait staff” kind of thing. That will only result in a big mess and cause trouble to neighbouring businesses.

Instead, we will be holding contests in each advertising medium and invite customers as selected by lottery.

The number of participants hasn’t been decided yet, but I think it will be around ten people.

Koga: Hm~... Ain’t ten a little low?  We can invite more, since there’s five of us.

Tsumugi: Although Koga-kun has experience, there are others who are not used to entertaining guests. If there are too many, they might get overwhelmed and just end up serving guests normally.

We want to make the café a special place that’s memorable for those customers. So I think around ten people is best.

Koga: Ah… I see, I didn’t think that far.

Tsumugi: No, no. I understand how you feel. If we look at it from the perspective of the applicants, it’s tough that only ten people will be selected~

Let’s consult with each office through the P-Association to see if we can hold an event like this again a few more times. Anzu-chan, could you look into that for me?

Thank you very much. That’s a nice smile, you’re so reliable ♪

Shu: …There’s still much to do. You could say that this is where the real work begins.

Now that a ray of hope shines before us, all we have to do is move forward to where that light shines. Everyone, please do your best.

Of course, I will be doing my best as well.

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[grumpygreenwitch]

Machina Ex Machina 1-2

New Fandom, new Fanfic, someday I'll be able to focus on the books I want to be writing and self-publishing, wouldn't that be nice. Meanwhile, this and one other thing are loud in my head, so they need to be got out. The first Tron movie is near and dear to my heart. It was, honestly, the first time I realized I wasn't the only one that thought 'wouldn't it be great if there were worlds within worlds all around us'. I delighted in the second Tron movie, all the more so because I got to watch it with a good friend and we had more or less the same gleeful reactions to the same parts. I've always wondered about a Grid that was still... Grid-like in its isolation, but the work of many hands, rather than one. I will believe, to the end of my days, that people as a norm can be good to one another. And so my Grid is born of that belief. A hefty chunk of the story is already posted on AO3 (link will be included). Chapters here will be posted two at a time, once a day. I'm up to twenty-something and I still have a hefty chunk to write. As always, it's seat-of-the-pants writing, so there might be spelling and grammar issues, though hopefully the continuity is solid. I love to hear of what you love or hate (or love to hate). There's bits from the original Tron, from Legacy, from Evolution and Uprising.

As always, if you enjoy the writing, please like and reblog. There's no algorithms here; my publicity is you. And if you'd like to buy me a Ko-fi, I certainly won't complain. Here we go.

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ONE

The first meeting took place, fittingly, in the echoing emptiness of an abandoned food court. The mall had been derelict for years; long enough that the barred gates were no longer barred and, in some cases, not even gates. Glass storefronts had shattered and littered the once-elegant tiled walkways. Grime had pooled on the vaulted sunroof, and beneath it that echoing, ghostly world lived in a constant state of penumbral gloom.

Rain was pattering up on the sunroof and down on the tiled floors, cascading in little waterfalls from the third floor all the way down to the nearly dark atrium. When Molly and Kane got there, they were both soaked in spite of their raincoats.

By comparison, the man they were meeting was relatively dry. His dark blue raincoat draped all around him and down to his knees, and beneath it the heavy black boots cared about neither water nor broken glass. He was all but invisible in the shadows cast by the balcony above their heads.

“Sorry we’re late,” Kane managed as they both rushed over. He had finally hit the growth spurt age had been promising to grant him for a few years, and he was a breath taller than his twin, though there was potential there for much more. The man they were meeting had height and mass on them both, but he’d likely not have the latter for much longer.

“No problem,” their contact replied, a little amusement in his voice. “You got it?”

Molly groped under her own red raincoat until she found what she was looking for, and offered it to the man: a thumb-drive, a Lucky Cat waving at the three of them cheerfully. “Final count came to about seven hundred and fifty two. That we could track down,” she hurried to add.

“Worse than I imagined, and better than I expected,” the stranger said philosophically, taking the thumb drive and pocketing it.

“We can keep looking,” Kane offered nervously.

The man shook his head. From his own, slim satchel, hidden at his hip under the raincoat, he brought out another thumb drive. Sleek and flat, it was a little bigger than the Lucky Cat, and the ENCOM logo gleamed on one end of it like an oilslick. On the other side, a tiny blue LED blinked sedately, the first in a row of ten.

“Holy cow,” Kane breathed.

“Is that an ENCOM petadrive?” Molly hardly dared ask.

“Makes it sound like it’s a Pokemon, but yeah.” He offered the drive. “The file’s set to boot-and-erase. Make sure you’ve got everything ready, there’s no stopping it once it gets going.”

Molly took the drive as if it were made of spun glass. “So it’s active already?”

“No. Jesus, no. There’s no thumb drive big enough in the world for that.”

“What’s the light for, then?” Kane asked, wary.

“That’s a gift from a friend of mine. Consider it a… bit of spring planting. You won’t see anything come of it unless the conditions are just right. Do you still mean to open it up?” When the twins nodded, he sighed in exasperation, but didn’t protest. It was quite literally out of his hands anymore. “That’s not gonna end well.”

“You don’t know that,” Kane protested.

Before the man could protest, Molly added. “It’s never been done before, right?”

He couldn’t refute that, though he visibly wanted to. “No. But I know people.”

“We’re people!” Molly reminded him indignantly.

“You’re the exception, then.”

They recoiled a little, caught off-guard by the underhanded compliment, but she rallied quickly. “You’re people.”

The man laughed. “And I’m a greedy asshole.” He patted the pocket where the Lucky Cat thumb drive was resting, as if to remind them of its existence. “But I’m also a cynical, jaded asshole, as someone recently reminded me. So go on. Surprise me.”

The twins scurried away. The man stayed there a little bit longer, listening to the rain fall, the water sluicing down the fallen works of man. He tipped his head back, drinking in the scent of it all, mold and decay but also life, air, the potential for renewal and rebirth implicit in it all.

His eyes opened. “Surprise me,” he repeated quietly to the world all around him, and walked away.

TWO

Halcyon had always been the Center of the Grid, the Queen of All Cities. From the air, her patterns of expansion and evolution were as beautiful as the most elegant fractal-tree, never progressing lopsidedly; her growth-control walls made sure of that. From her spot on the Central Shore of the Sea of Simulation, she policed and protected the data-routes that were her lifeblood. You could buy nearly anything in Halcyon, if you had the means. And if it didn’t yet exist to be bought, some enterprising program would surely change that within a millicycle or two.

The city itself, the sectors where programs lived, rested, worked, that was all inside the First Wall. All expansion there was done up or down anymore. Vidi had never been inside the First Wall. She’d lived nearly all her life in Halcyon, of course, but she spent most of her time out in the Third Ring, in the many sectors of the Souk. In Halcyon, you had to find a way to earn your way, and Vidi had her niche.

At the moment, that niche had her scanning the object between her hands while its creator hovered anxiously all around her. It was deceptively simple to any of the bystanders coming and going, a byte of something or other, flickering along the indigo side of the spectrum. Vidi, however, saw with more than just eyes. Her ‘hair’, long dreadlocks any other time, had haloed around her head, each one ending in an ‘eye’ that kept focusing and refocusing on the byte.

“Please be careful, it’s very fragile,” the creator entreated her for the fiftieth time, it felt.

“If you stopped pacing behind me, I might be less inclined to twitch,” she growled. “Besides, it’s nowhere nearly as fragile as you think.”

“Oh, you think so?”

Vidi made a vague sound in response, neither agreement or denial. What she was looking at was not actually a byte; the polyhedral surface was merely its protective encryption. In her mind’s eye it was a growingly complex knot of toothed wheels nestled within toothed wheels, a collection of cogs and spirals that went on nearly beyond the reach of her senses - nearly, but not quite. She wasn’t sure what sort of program Dijoyi was, but his work was, as always, both beautiful and efficient in equal measure. There was no small-part engineer like him in all of Halcyon, and other cities sometimes sent people to ask for his help.

“You really think this’ll get a flyer to the Spire?” she asked as she worked to create a perfect blueprint in her memory of the gyroscopic equations between her hands. Dijoyi was a fantastic engineer, but he did not have the ability to create blueprints out of his equations. The part was not real, not yet.

“I know it will,” the man huffed. “No storm can throw my gyroscopic navigator off course. If the flyer fails, it’ll be because of the pilot, not the flyer.”

“Well, that ain’t my problem,” she declared, amused at his utter arrogance and looking away at last. She was a slim, oddly shapeless Program, as so many of the first-gen ones were. Only her voice and her choice made her female. She looked lavender most of the time, low-powered as she always ran, but the long-dreadlocks of her hair were unfailingly brilliant, electric blue. They, too, closed their eyes and relaxed at her back. “I’m just here to carry the blueprint to your manufacturer.” She offered back the encrypted byte.

“I don’t see why I couldn’t have just sent it by courier to an architect,” Dijoyi grumbled. “Your rates are highway robbery.”

“Yeah, but this way I’m only taking your beans, not your design,” she declared casually.

It shut him up, mercifully, and she put her hand out, palm up. On it she wore, as did every legal citizen of Halcyon, a soukscan, gleaming white under her skin.

The other program, whose face looked much older than hers but who had the hi-def lines of a much younger generation, slapped his hand over hers with ill grace. The scan reported the transaction to them both and was acknowledged in return.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” Vidi smiled in a very non-pleasure fashion. She took the surly glower he gave her as a compliment, put up her hood, and headed off into the crowd.

It was early into the primary millicycle. Unlike most cities in the grid, Halcyon kept an on-off schedule; too many of the local manufacturers depended upon time-sensitive ingredients and processes that liked their downtime nearly as much as they did their uptime. It meant the light was bright and silver, like energy straight from the Source. Too bad it did none of the things energy was actually good for.

A few of the shopkeepers called out greetings, and she nodded to some, waved to the few that she actually liked. Dijoyi’s design was itching at the edges of her memory; it was almost too big for her. She answered a few rote questions with equally rote answers.

“How’s business today, Vidi?”

“If I’m here, business must be good.”

“You need to get yourself a proper look, Vidi!”

“I’m a courier, this is as proper as I get.”

“Hey, Vidi!” A young program, both in looks and in appearance, ran out of their shop. “You got space for a Parnassus delivery?”

Vidi stopped. She was barely holding onto the newly created blueprint, but a trip to Parnassus meant enough beans to coast the rest of the week, if she wanted. “How big?”

The shopkeeper held out a byte that flickered between red and green shades. “Not big. Fresh from the train.”

“That’s not clean,” she pointed out, half her dreadlocks coming to attention and pinning baleful eyes on the byte. “Fido, what in the name of dead pixels are you doing with unvaccinated stock.”

“It’s not that!” he replied defensively. “It’s clean, it’s just from Ark City.” When she gave him a disbelieving look, he doubled down. “I swear! All my stock from them always looks like this. You don’t have to do anything, just deliver it, it’s already paid for.”

“You deliver it then.”

“Parnassus is halfway to Ilo! I’d have to close up for the millicycle. I’ll add 10% to your fee,” he offered.

“Fifty.”

“I’m not made of beans, Vidi! Fifteen.”

“Forty.”

“Twenty!”

“Twenty five.”

“Deal.” He threw the byte at her, and she caught it expertly, gritting her teeth as her memory began to give her warnings. The package was data-dense, as Parnassus’ deliveries usually were, but also data-stable. She could chop it up and tuck the bits wherever she could find room, and put them back together with no one the wiser once she got to Parnassus. When Fido sent her the transaction confirmation request, she was already moving again.

She shouldered her way through the growing crowds. There was always someone who needed something from the Engineering Souk-Sector. There was always a need for the next upgrade, the next tool, the next trick, the next new thing. And for those who couldn’t afford that, there was always the last old thing.

She moved easily through the crowds until she reached the nearest arm of the Spiral, a many-threaded river of light with hexagonal boards floating on it, each lane faster than the next. She saw an empty board and leapt on it, and spent the next few moments hopping from empty board to empty board until she was on the high-speed lane to the Wall and the Sailer station there, the many shops and sectors of the Souk whisking past her.

She wasn’t looking at them. She was looking, as she always did, at the distant Spire.

Every city had a Spire - well, almost all. They didn’t do anything anymore, not that anyone could tell. Even when she really looked at it, all Vidi could see was a dead, cold mountain, rising up out of the Outlands, past the nearby estuary. There was potential there, her eyes could see the empty pathways of it, but no power. Circuitry, but no data. Nothing to fill those paths. Nothing to explain the failure of any vehicle that tried to approach it. But there had to be a reason for it to be there. Nothing ever happened without a reason, good or bad.

She was, as usual, contemplating those idle thoughts when light flashed atop Halcyon’s Spire, brighter than anything anyone in the city had ever seen. Vidi, one of the few bearing witness to the event from the beginning, saw the concussive wave generated by that blast of light. She was already moving, darting from board to board to get off the Spiral, as more and more programs turned to look at the Spire, shining so bright that the millicycle’s light looked dull in comparison, blotted out belatedly by a storm growing so quickly that it almost looked like a flood. She was already running when alarms began to shrill across the city.

She was not fast enough.

The shockwave struck Halcyon with the growing, raging Spirestorm in its wake. It didn’t care for buildings, which was good, but it was also unaffected by walls, which was very, very bad. It roared unchecked through the tourist and manufacturing sectors, which were mostly empty at the time, finding very little of what it sought.

And then it found the Souk.

The wind slammed into every program there like something real, as real as any of them. Everyone went tumbling, flying, crashing. Screams filled the space, the collective wavelength going to panic. Vidi was thrown off her feet and rolled against the cart of someone who sold temporary Cosmetics; the cart crashed down on top of her and she curled up in a tight ball, staying down, as small as she could make herself. Her hair peeked nervously out from under the upturned cart for her.

She saw the owner of the cart wobble to his feet and look up at the monstrous storm bearing down on them all.

She saw a whip of… something, crackling and powerful, catch the program and yank him up into the air, screaming, until he couldn’t even be heard anymore. That was alright, there were dozens of voices all across the Souk shrieking with him in matching terror. Programs were being snatched where they fell, or ran, or stood gawking.

Vidi curled up even smaller. Across the street she saw two other programs huddled under the tables of a stall, and they saw her. None of the three moved. They didn’t even dare make a sound.

For the first time since its creation, Halcyon’s Souk went silent. The stillness lingered until the light from the Spire abruptly went out. In the sudden, comparative darkness of normal light, a torrential downpour began to fall. Vidi would’ve called it good, if only because it might herald an end to the terror, but some of her eyes were still open, and she got a really good look at that rain before she could help herself.

She put out a shaking hand, and derezzed voxels filled the cup, overflowed it, and trickled down to the street.

The first time Halcyon’s Spire went live, it rained the dead over the city for an entire millicycle.

[dollycas]

A Room for Murder (Charlie Kingsley Mysteries) by Michele Pariza Wacek About A Room For Murder A Room for Murder (Charlie Kingsley Mysteries) Cozy Mystery 5th in Series Setting - Wisconsin - In the 1990s Publisher ‏ : ‎ Love-Based Publishing (November 2, 2024) Number of Pages ~100 pages Digital ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0CMN7TXGY Charlie's very first case! Normally Darla, the ghost that haunts the Redemption Inn, behaves herself. Relatively speaking. Nancy, the owner of the Redemption Inn, swears that Darla is harmless. At least, mostly harmless. Maybe she plays a few pranks on some unsuspecting guests, but it's all in good fun. Until one of the hotel guests is found dead at the bottom of the stairs, and Darla is the one who's blamed. With the threat of guests cancelling and her business on the line, Nancy turns to Charlie to help find the real culprit so Darla can rest in peace. Dollycas's Thoughts We are back in the unique town of Redemption, Wisconsin with Charlie Kingsley and her very first case. Darla, the ghost at the Redemption Inn is usually harmless according to Nancy, the owner of the inn, but now a guest is dead and it looks like Darla is responsible. With guests checking out and reservations being cancelled Nancy asks Charlie for help to find out what really happened and save her business. ______ Tea is Charlie's business, she crafts special herbal teas for her customers. She is outgoing and friendly but is just learning about the ghost at the Redemption Inn. The owner, Nancy is her friend and one of her best customers. So when she gets a late-night call from Nancy to bring some headache tea for a guest who had a fall, she hurries right over. With her curious nature, Charlie pipes up with many questions about the ghost and its sightings. 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[rhannettejoy]

"The Fated Vestiges"

Chapter 1: Job

"Selene, hurry up! We're going to be late!" my friend Mae called out.

I’m in my second year of college, but I've been trying to find work as an artist, anything that involves drawing. Mae and I have been going back and forth applying to various publishing companies. Ever since high school, there’s been one particular publishing company I dreamed of working for, and today might finally be the day. As I looked up at the tall building in front of us, I was awestruck by its beauty. If it’s this impressive from the outside, what must it be like inside? I couldn’t contain my excitement.

"This is it! Out of all the companies we've applied to, I really hope this one takes us," I said with a mix of hope and determination.

"Let's go! I'm more excited for you than for myself," Mae laughed, pulling me inside.

The application process was much slower than at other companies. We submitted all our requirements, and they asked us plenty of questions—as if we were already hired. Although I felt nervous, I also couldn’t help feeling optimistic.

“I’d bet my life just to get in here!” I joked, making Mae laugh.

“You're just starving! Let’s grab something to eat; look at the time!” Mae suggested, and I agreed immediately since I was starving.

Chapter 2: Resemblance

While waiting for our food, I checked my phone to see if my idol, Aiden, a famous writer, had posted any updates. I was disappointed to see none. His stories have become my comfort and inspiration; some of my artworks are even based on his stories.

"Your idol is trending on Twitter!" Mae announced, shocking me.

"Why? Did they finally discover our secret relationship?" I teased.

"Crazy! But seriously, there’s a famous artwork circulating online that looks exactly like Aiden!" Mae said, scrolling through her phone.

I wanted to brush it off as a prank, but what Mae said next caught my attention.

“I might be hallucinating, but the girl in the artwork looks just like you!” Mae exclaimed, showing me her phone. I didn’t want to believe her, but looking at the photo felt like staring into a mirror.

"Did you make this?" she asked, suspiciously.

"What? I’ve never drawn myself with Aiden in one frame. I tried sketching his face once, but I stopped because I couldn’t do it justice," I said earnestly.

"Then who is this girl? She really looks like you! This is so weird." Mae couldn’t take her eyes off the screen.

Chapter 3: Letters

I tried to ignore the situation, but more and more artwork featuring Aiden and the girl resembling me kept surfacing online. Even stranger, some of the artworks included love letters on the back.

"Why did Solana leave?" I muttered to myself. Scrolling through the comments, I saw many people condemning Solana, saying she didn’t deserve Apollo. But I disagreed. I felt compelled to write a post, defending Solana, saying maybe she had her reasons.

“Selene! Wake up!” Mae shook me awake.

“What? What are you doing here?” I mumbled, still half-asleep.

“You’re famous! Check your social media!” she said excitedly.

Skeptical, I opened my phone, expecting another prank. But to my shock, my notifications were exploding.

“Why are they tagging me with my idol? Do they think I’d be a good match for Aiden?” I asked, amused.

“You’re being crazy again! They’re tagging you because you and Aiden look just like an old painting found near Intramuros!” Mae explained.

Chapter 4: Last

I was about to brush it off when I saw a new post—a love letter from Apollo written on the back of a painting of him and Solana.

The letter left me speechless. How could Solana abandon Apollo without a word? Driven by curiosity, I decided to go to Intramuros. Rumor had it that Solana’s final letter to Apollo was hidden there.

“I’m so tired,” I sighed, sitting under a tree after three hours of searching. While resting, I found a letter. It was Apollo’s last message to Solana.

Reading this letter, I finally understood Apollo and Solana’s tragic love story. Yet, I felt an inexplicable sadness and heartbreak as if their story was mine.

Chapter 5: Fate

I was busy scrolling through social media, looking for any updates about whether they'd found a letter from Solana, when my phone rang. I answered it immediately, seeing it was the publishing company I’d been hoping to join.

"Good day, is this Ms. Selene? We just wanted to inform you that you’ve been hired to become part of our publishing company. Please make sure to come in tomorrow. We look forward to working with you," the woman on the phone said.

"Thank you so much! I’m really looking forward to working with all of you!" I replied sincerely.

I’m finally hired! I’ll be closer to my idol! There’s a real possibility of working with him since we’re in the same company. I’ll do my best to get assigned to his newest book for the cover design.

Everything went well, and I got busy balancing school and work. The best part is that I’m with Mae; we’re always together, even on the same team. I almost bowed to thank God when Aiden’s book was assigned to us. Miracles do happen!

"You look familiar," a man’s voice said.

I was startled, busy tying my shoelaces, and looked up to see it was Aiden—the one and only Aiden! He looked unreal in person! I wished I could see him every day. This was a blessing!

"Hi! I’m Selene, your number one fan since your first story!" I mustered up the courage to introduce myself and extended my hand. I couldn’t miss this chance.

"Oh, thank you… Solana," he said, looking at my face intently, making me self-conscious. Did I have something on my face? But wait—did he just call me Solana?

"It’s Selene," I said shyly.

"Sorry! You just look exactly like Solana," Aiden replied. "But, again, thank you for your support, Selene."

I wanted to ask him more about Solana because it seemed like he knew something, but my boss called me, so I had to leave despite wanting to talk to him more. He really looked like a character from a book, and the rumors were true—he did look like Apollo, Solana’s lover.

It was a regular day at lunchtime, though Mae wasn’t with me because she was sick, so I was eating alone. I thought it would be a quiet lunch until…

"Hey, Sel! Can I join you?" My idol—Aiden—asked.

"Of course!" I answered.

I thought it might be awkward, but we ended up talking about his books, his inspiration for writing, hobbies, and even Apollo and Solana’s love story. People kept saying we looked exactly like them. Talking with him felt natural, as if I’d known him for a long time. Everything about him felt familiar, even his presence.

Is reincarnation really possible?

Aiden and I grew close quickly; it was like we’d clicked right from the start, and everything felt so comfortable. I started drafting his stories, and it felt right, like we’d been doing this forever.

"I finally found you," Aiden suddenly said one day while we were working.

"Huh? What do you mean?" I asked, looking at him expectantly. But he didn’t answer; he just smiled at me.

Everything was going well. Aiden became my suitor, and on the 18th day, I said yes because it didn’t need to be long—I’d already loved him long before he knew me or before we even met.

Chapter 6: History

I thought things would stay happy, but then I received a message from my father. He wanted me to quit my job and study abroad to become a lawyer. To him, being an artist was meaningless, and now that he knew I was following my dream and in a relationship with a writer, he intervened. He didn’t want me with Aiden, thinking he was the reason I didn’t pursue law school.

"Law school was never my dream! Becoming a famous artist is my only dream!" I said, unable to hold back my feelings.

"How dare you speak to me like that! Your mother needs you—she’s dying, while you’re here, lying to us about law school and being happy! How could you?! You ungrateful child! Worthless!" he yelled, furious, and I was shocked by his words.

"Mom…" I said weakly.

"You heard me right! So pack all your things—we’re leaving the country today," he ordered.

I couldn’t think straight. I felt numb, barely able to function. I just did as he said, moving like a robot. My mind was still reeling. I thought Mom was doing fine—how could she be suffering? How did I not know about this? Am I a terrible daughter?

“Selene, make it fast!” my father’s voice broke through my thoughts as he urged me to board the plane. We were moving abroad, as he wanted me to pursue law—a path I never wanted. But as I stood there, I couldn’t ignore the familiar feeling in my chest, like an echo from the past.

“Would you leave me again?” Aiden’s voice suddenly pulled me back to reality. He was there, looking at me.

“I don’t want to, but I have to,” I said, helplessly.

“So history really does repeat itself,” he murmured, handing me an envelope before my father dragged me away.

Chapter 7: Destiny

On the plane, I opened Aiden’s letter:

I felt tears slip down my face. Had Solana and Apollo’s story become mine?

My father’s voice jolted me from my thoughts, but I made a decision. I would not be the Solana of my own story, leaving my Apollo behind. I will not let history repeat itself. I don't want to be the Sol in everyone's life without being the sunlight for the person I truly love, because how can I be a sunshine when I'm not even genuinely happy? Maybe Apollo and Solana were not meant to be together in their lifetime, but after 18 years, just like a solar eclipse, Aiden and I have collided. I will leave the past where it belongs and let the moon and sun could, at last, shine together, even if it’s just for this lifetime.

Written by: Rhannette Joy Tolentino.

[blazenka]

Worth a Thousand Words

Stefan had held onto that picture of Katherine; Damon always wanted a picture of Elena. A simple one-shot, set during S3.

Original source: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7486609/1/Worth-a-Thousand-Words

Chapters: 1

Published: October 23, 2011

Words: 1113

Rated: Fiction K+ - Language: English - Genre: Friendship/Romance - Characters: Damon S., Elena G. - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 24 - Follows: 7

Exported with the assistance of FicHub.net

Worth a Thousand Words

Elena watched rain cascade the Boarding House windows, the storm's intensity mirroring her anxieties.

She sat upon Damon's bed, waiting him to return from… somewhere he had been vague about. Yet, she tried not to pry when he was being so open to her lately. Sometimes, the expression in his eyes gave something away, but when he actually talked to her and they were the only ones in a room - it was something completely different, something wonderful and yet terrifying.

Restless, Elena wandered around the room, pausing between different things while wondering what significance they could hold if Damon had decided to keep them. Yet at that moment lighting flashed and thunder rolled, causing Elena to bump hard against a wall where some books and other things tumbled onto the floor.

"Shit…" she hurried to gather the scattered objects, returning them to their place before her attention was drawn to one opened plain box. Curiously, Elena kept the box out as she returned to the bed to look through its contents.

Damon entered with a sigh, tossing his soaked jacket onto a arm chair, eying Elena on his bed with her brunette head down in concentration. He was about to think of a witty comeback until he noticed the box Elena happened to be rummaging through.

"What the hell, Elena!"

"Damon?" Elena gasped, finally realizing he was there.

"Ever heard of privacy, Elena? Would have thought you would considering you have a diary and all."

"Damon, I'm sorry."

"If you really regretted it,  Elena, then you wouldn't have done it in the first place."

Elena bowed her head to look back down at the picture she found before presenting it to him, "Just… could you tell me how you got this?"

Damon's eyes widened. It wasn't scandalous, perverse, or anything he should hide; just a photo. But it wasn't just a photo to him - it was his, a memory and a secret keepsake he had hoped no one would never find.

"I compelled a photographer from the event. I know you think it's creepy or even wrong but… I wanted to have something from that day, okay?"

When he looked back up Elena was in front of him, but not with a scowl or glare, only a heartfelt smile on her face.

"I don't think it's wrong for you to have this, just unlike you."

Damon gave her a scrutinizing glare, "What do you mean, Elena?"

"You don't seem like the type who…" she paused, unsure of her words.

"What, Elena? Don't seem like the type who cares?"

"Who is sentimental," she finished, "I didn't think that day meant so much to you."

"Of course it does… did, Elena. Do you think it's something I would just forget?" his voice faded at the end of his statement.

Elena silently nodded as she looked over the photograph again, a smile still gracing her lips. "I wish I had a photo like this."

"You can have this one…"

"Damon… I can't. It's important to you…"

"And I have another… in my wallet," he admitted, eyes shifting away from her before he cleared his throat.

Elena carefully enclosed the photo in her hand before she took a careful step towards him. Damon stared back at her with hard eyes, wondering what more could she want from him. Yet she just continued to smile before taking her other hand to caress his cheek.

"Thank you," she stated before gently kissing his cheek, pausing long enough for him to know she had meant it.

Damon held back for a moment, trying to will that moment to last as long as it could before she inevitably pulled away.

"You're welcome," it came out huskier than he wished but his voiced always betrayed him whenever she looked at him in the endearing way of hers.

Elena pulled away with a shy smile before she looked down at her phone, "It's late, I have to go. Talk to you tomorrow?" she asked. Damon just nodded before he watched her leave.

T he next day Damon arrived at the Gilbert home and went straight to Elena's room, like he always seemed to do.

He casually looked around, wondering if he should go through her lingerie or lie on her bed with teddy to mess with her- until something caught his eye. Upon Elena's dresser with all her knickknacks and photos was a single silver frame that seemed to stand out among the rest.

Yet it really stood out when Damon saw what photo was in the frame. He couldn't help but continue to stare while a smirk graced his lips. It happened to be right next to a photo of Elena and Stefan, but still, it was there. Damon looked over the photograph; Elena wearing her blue dress and in his arms as their eyes trained only on each other while they danced. Damon felt overjoyed it was out in the open for all to see instead of stuffed into some box. Glad he decided to give it to her instead of keeping it for himself.

"Damon?"

He placed the photograph back upon the dresser before turning to Elena in the doorway, dressed in a tee and jeans. But to him she looked just as beautiful as she did any day.

"Alaric and Jeremy are downstairs, you ready to go?"

Damon nodded with a smile as he put his jacket on placing a loose arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, "Yep, let's get going."

A.N. for WTW  :

The story was an idea I've had for a while. Ever since they've brought up Stefan's photograph in S1, it's really bothered me. I hope this season they bring it up again and resolve some things -until then, I write fanfics.

(The whole "Hey, I pretty much stalked you before I met you but… since I saved your life (not your parents though) and love you, its okay. Oh, and just ignore the picture of my 'dead' girlfriend," thing really really bothers me….and now getting back to my point, I do have one).

Yet, there is also that scene where Damon tries to take a photo of Elena before she takes it back from him (I think it's in 'Under Control', the scene in Elena's room). I drew inspiration more from that scene than anything else. And I also wanted to make this short like something you might see during the show. So I hope you all enjoyed this little story.

[elmandora]

Microsoft will show off OpenAI-powered upgrades of Word and Outlook this March 2023

Microsoft apparently plans to offer improved Office apps with OpenAIfunctionality in the coming weeks. According to The Verge, the tech giant is prepared to unveil what its Prometheus AI technology and OpenAI’s language AI can accomplish for Word, PowerPoint, Outlook and other Microsoft 365 products as soon as this March. Microsoft recently announced a reinvented Bing that can generate conversational responses to search queries, due to the Prometheus model, which was constructed with the support of OpenAI. Moreover, the business announced a new Edge with a built-in “AI copilot” that’s also powered by Prometheus.

A button on the top-right corner allows users rapid access to Bing’s new chat function, and as we said in our hands-on, that’s like having ChatGPT right in your browser. The Verge says Microsoft wishes its AI technology to be able to generate graphs and images for use in PowerPoint or Excel. According to a previous story published by The Information, the business also wants its AI model to be able to generate content using basic cues within its Office products.

That Microsoft seems to be in a hurry to deploy new AI-powered capabilities for its products comes as no surprise. The startup undoubtedly plans to move swiftly to recruit as many people as possible to start using its goods before Google can debut its ChatGPT competition. Supposedly, Microsoft was originally meant to release the new Bing in late February, but it bumped up the launch and scheduled it before Google’s Anticipated announcement. The corporation is also bound to keep extending its AI-powered feature list, seeing as it recently announced a “multi-billion dollar” investment in OpenAI last month.

Microsoft’s next-gen Bing utilizes a ‘still more powerful’ language model than ChatGPT OpenAI

Microsoft’s long-forgotten search engine is about to be resurrected. The tech titan, as expected, announced on Tuesday that it is collaborating with OpenAI to optimize Bing with the company’s AI technology.

Microsoft, on the other hand, had a surprise in store: the next release of Bing will include a new next-generation large language model that the company claims is “much more strong” compared to ChatGPT and is built specifically to do well in searches. The Prometheus Model, a fresh, exclusive technology created by Microsoft, powers the search engine. One of Prometheus’s search outcomes is more pertinent.‘ advantages. According to Microsoft, the model will also make Bing safer to use and enable it to update search results more rapidly. The new Bing includes a chat feature as well as an expanded search bar that allows you to enter up to a thousand characters.

Yusuf Mehdi, Microsoft’s user chief marketing officer, asked Bing to compare the most impactful Mexican artists and their best-known paintings in one demo shown during the event. Bing’s response was displayed in a new side panel that included annotations and weblinks. Later, Mehdi asked the search engine to compare various pet vacuums, listing the advantages and disadvantages of each model.

Mehdi stated that Bing could also assist with questions that may not have a specific answer. However, if Bing does not know the answer to a query, it will still attempt to direct you to relevant information. Microsoft is also adding a button that will allow users to provide feedback on the search engine’s new features. “I think of it as Search with your own personal assistant,” Mehdi explained. When you want to use OpenAI’s generative capabilities, you can use the chat feature.

Assume you want to start planning a trip to Hawaii. You can request that Bing create a five-day itinerary for you. The search engine’s response will include links to accommodations, flights, and activities on the islands. The new Bing is now available for testing. According to Microsoft, anyone can go to Bing.com and try a few sample queries before signing up for the company’s waitlist. “In the coming weeks, we’ll scale the preview to millions,” Microsoft said. A mobile preview is also on the way.

Microsoft is having a ‘future of work’ OpenAI’s conference on March 16th

Now that Microsoft has explained how AI will change Bing search, the company is ready to explain how the technology will affect your workplace. On 16th February at 11 a.m. Eastern, the company will host a “Future of Work with AI” event. While Microsoft hasn’t revealed much about the news, the presentation will be hosted by CEO Satya Nadella and Microsoft office 365 lead Jared Spataro. Rumors, as they currently stand, may provide some insight into what to expect.

Microsoft to Showcase OpenAI’s ChatGPT at Press Event

Microsoft has announced a press event to be held at its Redmond headquarters on an exciting project. Speculations suggest that Microsoft may showcase the integration of OpenAI’s ChatGPT into Bing and other conversational AI technologies at the event. ChatGPT is already integrated into Azure cloud services, and Microsoft has recently launched a GPT-based text generator trained on medical literature.

Microsoft has been heavily investing in OpenAI’s ecosystem with various tools, including a graphic design app, a natural language programming tool, and an AI translation service. The collaboration with OpenAI is expected to give Microsoft an advantage in the search and productivity realms, where it has been facing fierce competition.

The press event comes at a time when Google has also unveiled its ChatGPT-style service, Bard. While Google plans to make Bard public eventually, it has started by offering a limited version to trusted users to ensure its quality, safety, and factual accuracy.

Overall, the event is expected to demonstrate the growing partnership between Microsoft and OpenAI and showcase the potential of their collaboration in the field of conversational AI technology.

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Microsoft will show off OpenAI-powered upgrades of Word and Outlook this March

[beyondspaceandstars]

Around Your Neck

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, penetrative sex, choking, metal arm kink, fingering, semi-public sex, slight hand and finger kink - 18+, minors DNI. Summary: Something sparks in you when you watch Bucky wrap his hand -- the metal hand -- around Zemo’s throat. A/N: I was gonna wait to publish this tomorrow but ya know what?? im too excited about it. it’s pretty well received on ao3 so i hope y’all enjoy! probably not the best smut ever written but i had fun writing it. this is a result of some late night imagination.

Masterlist | Part 2 | Part 3

It happened fast. You were sitting on the plane, watching the trio bicker, when the next thing you knew, Bucky’s hand was around Zemo’s throat. To make matters more intense, it was the metal one. While hidden under that glove and coat, just the thought of it, the realization hit…

While fully aware of the intensity and seriousness of the situation, you practically groaned at the action. You didn’t know what it was, but seeing that contrast of metal and skin, and the flex of his arm... You couldn’t help it as you let out a breathy gasp.

Bucky backed away then but not before giving you a side glance. You could tell he was fighting back a teasing smirk as he eyed you and your sudden tense state. To outsiders it may have seemed like you were scared by your boyfriend’s reaction, even Zemo looked a bit concerned, but you and Bucky knew. Knew the pillow talk and drunk confessions you’d made about the arm.

Your thighs clenched as you watched Bucky return to his seat. He still wore that hard expression, somehow turning you on even more. It was suddenly getting hot, you felt, squirming a bit in your sweater.


Why did you allow yourself in this position? When Bucky enlisted your help, citing your past as an agent, you had originally dismissed it. You’d never really worked with your boyfriend, having already been out of the scene before he came into your life. But those pleading eyes and soft touches won you over no matter what.

Little did you know, though, it’d lead to you being on the private jet of a terrorist, ridiculously turned on by your boyfriend’s metal arm.

You fumbled for your bottle of water, taking a big gulp.

“Everything okay, doll?” Bucky asked as he broke off the conversation with the other two men. All of them faced you, waiting for a reply.

You nodded, placing your water bottle down. You turned directly to Bucky and met his furious eyes. “Just feeling a bit hot.”

He raised his brows as you felt the other men stare with confusion. The relationship wasn’t a secret by any means but the tone you two spoke with was certainly one reserved for other times.

"I think there’s a bathroom towards the back," Bucky nodded, motioning towards the end of the plane with his metal arm. From the corner of your eyes, you saw Zemo odd in confirmation. "If you need to cool down."

His simple movements sent a million little fires within you. The wetness between your thighs was getting harder to ignore, harder to play cool in front of the other men.

Biting your lip, you nodded. "Thank you, Bucky." You said his name with such slow ease, it was lighting something more in him, too. That’s when it really clicked.

You watched him as you rose from your seat. He glanced down, pretending to check something, trying to act as cool and collected as possible. For a former assassin, you thought, he wasn’t doing very well. He definitely knew. He got the little hint in your nod, in your tone. You figured he’d give it at most five minutes.

You made it to the airplane bathroom and squeezed your way in. Way smaller than you anticipated and you tried to figure how your super-soldier boyfriend was going to fit in here but he’d make it in. His arousal wouldn’t let him out of this.

You stood in front of the mirror, faux fixing your make-up and splashing water to kill time when the knock on the door came. Bucky hadn’t even given it a full minute before he was hot on your heels.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his urgency as you unlocked the door.

"You know they totally know what’s going on in here," you whispered as Bucky just barely fit himself inside the tiny bathroom. In one full motion, he locked the door then picked you up by the waist, setting you on the makeshift bathroom counter. You let out another giggle of surprise by his smoothness.

His arms were around your waist, pulling himself into your body, so eager and urgent. The gloves were long gone you realizes as you gasped at the feeling of the metal arm teasingly making its way under your sweater. His grip on you were tight.

"Do you think I care if they know?" Bucky mumbled as he began attacking your neck with kisses. He nipped and licked at your skin making you let out little squeals. Oh yeah, there was no way no one knew what was happening here but you didn’t have it in your heart to care anymore. You were practically dripping in your jeans and it was like Bucky could tell.

In an attempt to move closer, his thigh came up to your core, pressing, rubbing. You moved with it, letting the motions ease some of the burning in you.

Bucky continued the assault on your neck as you let out a desperate moan. "Could we please at least hurry so it’s not as weird when we go back out there?"

Your boyfriend chuckled, almost darkly, as he removed his lips from your neck. He began working up until his lips were finally on yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck, now taking your chance to pull him in. Bucky didn’t seem to mind your eagerness as he once again nudged your core with his thigh. The moans you gave out at that… Bucky felt captivated and you could feel it in his kiss.

Reluctantly disconnecting, he mumbled, "I don’t think I want to hurry anything, doll." He gave another peck. "Might want to stay here and spend hours between those thighs."

"Bucky-," you gasped.

"But that’s not what you’re here for, right?" He chuckled, his metal arm on your bare back. It came around to your side slowly, inching upward to your lace-covered breasts. "It’s the arm that got you all bothered."

You groaned as he then began to drag the hand back down your side, dipping just a finger below the waist of your jeans. The coolness barely skimmed over your hip but you were thrilled. It was a riveting contrast to the warmth that had been building over you since Bucky decided to choke someone right in front of you.

"It just looked g-good," you were getting breathy trying to formulate words. But everything was escaping you. As you tried formulating coherent sentences, Bucky began popping the buttons of your jeans then slowly tugging down the zipper. You gulped at the actions.

"Yeah?" Bucky chuckled, halting his actions. "How do you think my hand would look wrapped around your neck?"

Your brain starting spinning. You hated and loved when you got in this drunk state for him and he apparently was amused too as he gave you no time to answer. Bucky backed off a bit, as far as he really could, removing his touch entirely. You leaned back on the counter, brows furrowed in confusion.

"Turn around," he demanded.

The lightbulb went off in your head at his words. With a coy smirk, you hopped down from the counter and turned, your ass just brushing over his front. He was already ridiculously hard and apparently not amused with your sudden teasing. Without warning, Bucky grabbed your hips and forced you around completely. He made you plant your hands on the counter, giving you a clear view of yourself in the small airplane bathroom mirror. It surely wasn’t a full-fledge mirror but gave you just enough to see your neck, which you could already imagine how it was going to look with Bucky’s metal hand wrapped around it.

Apparently abandoning his threat of taking his time, Bucky pulled down your jeans and panties in one swift, sudden motion. You gasped at the action, feeling the material practically burn your thighs as it went.

Bucky was over any more teasing and talk as his metal hand promptly came up to your neck. It wrapped around, just tight enough to make you groan at the pressure. It felt so heavy and secure. Like it belonged there. You swore you got wetter at the sight.

Your eyes caught Bucky’s in the mirror. His didn’t hid how aroused, intrigued, he was at the sight before him. His eyes never left yours as his other hand made its way down your body, slipping right to your core where it found the bundle of nerves begging for attention. He gave it some attention before moving to dip a finger in you. Bucky groaned in your ear at the wetness that met his skin.

He pumped the one finger in and out slowly but surely as he whispered in your ear, "So wet." Another pump. "Looking so pretty, doll."

Your eyes started drifting close at the sensations Bucky was working over your body. Between the tightness on your neck to the pumping finger to your clit that brushed a bit over the counter, you were losing it.

Bucky, apparently, didn’t like you getting too comfortable. Without any warning, he pulled his finger out and undid his pants. Before you could register anything happening around you, he plunged his cock into you, lunging you forward on the counter. Your eyes snapped open. You were greeted by your boyfriend’s intense expression once again.

You barely registered the sight of yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were wide and that metal hand was not letting up on your neck. You could barely choke out any moans but it all felt so good, so right.

Satisfied that he had your attention, Bucky began thrusting in and out of you, pushing you more into the counter now, your arms barely holding up. He slipped in and out of you with such ease it was almost embarrassing. The only sounds prevalent for a bit in the room were the squelching between your thighs and the light grunts Bucky let out.

"How’s that?" Bucky asked between thrusts. Your legs were going to give out if he even began to talk. And as if he knew that fact, he continued. "Is this what you wanted, doll? My hand wrapped around your neck while I pounded into this sweet, tight pussy?"

You could only let out a weak moan in response which pleased him greatly. So much so, the thrusting picked up and the hand got tighter. Shocking you, your legs began to tremble. Bucky must’ve sensed it as his other hand came to grasp your waist tightly.

"I got you, doll," he whispered in your ear, placing a sweet kiss on your cheek. The contrast between that and his not-so-sweet motions nearly had you climaxing right then and there. "Got you so drunk on this cock you can barely stand, huh?"

You gave a breath moan, "B-Bucky-,"

He continued pounding as he spoke, seeming like the world’s greatest multitasker. Well, you figured, those assassins gotta be fast on their feet.

"What’s wrong?" Bucky mocked. "You close?"

You nodded profusely, watching your boyfriend in the mirror as he turned back towards it, your eyes meeting. He looked so blown out, in a primal state, as he kept working in and out of you.

Slowly, Bucky’s hand left your waist and sneaked down to your clit. He gave it a quick press that made you yelp. Bucky chuckled, amused by your responsiveness. It didn’t make him falter as he pressed again, this time running tight circles on your clit. The pressure and motion were making you lose your mind.

Bucky must’ve greatly enjoyed the sight as his metal hand got slightly tighter. You couldn’t do it — didn’t know how you managed it until now — but your eyes fluttered shut as your orgasm built and built and built—

He sped up the motions on your clit, accompanied by even more powerful thrusts. Your arms gave out, overwhelmed, sending you forward on the counter. Bucky went with, pressing his body fully into yours. His hand never left your throat. His thrusts never hesitating.

"That’s it, doll," he whispered and you could practically hear the cocky smile on his lips. "Cum for me."

And you did. It took nothing else. Your orgasm rushed through you, sending sparks and waves across your body. Bucky never once let up as he simultaneously chased his own while working you through yours.

"Bucky…" you mumbled as your legs shook, your orgasm rushing warmth throughout your body.

His motions and thrusting weren’t letting up, sending you into an overstimulated state. You clenched on his cock at the sensation. Bucky couldn’t hold back anymore. With a tight grip still on you and a desperate moan on his lips, he came inside, soaking your walls, letting it drip to your thighs.

His movements got weak and sloppy as he worked through his orgasm. You couldn’t even handle it anymore and pushed his hand from your clit, earning an amused chuckle from your boyfriend.

He gave one more quick thrust before pulling out of you, watching as his seed slowly leaked out of your swollen hole. He had half the nerve to get on his knees to clean you up but figured that was the last thing you wanted in your overwhelmed, dazed state.

Instead, he was a good boyfriend and began cleaning you up with some hand towels from a rack. You shivered as the fabric came into contact with your thighs. The reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky who pressed a soft kiss to your skin.

Once cleaned, you finally found your balance again. You pulled up your panties and jeans then looked back into the mirror. You saw Bucky working to readjust himself in his jeans but what really caught your attention was the redness. Your neck had the faintest yet noticeable glow of red from his hand. You gasped, lightly running your hands over it.

Bucky whipped his head towards you, suddenly noticing the redness left on your skin from his grip. His heart nearly stopped until he saw the pure delight, satisfaction, in your eyes.

"Was that okay?" Bucky asked, wrapping his arms around your waist. You two watched each other in the mirror, this time in a much softer, sweeter position than before.

You nodded, "It was wonderful."

Bucky grinned and placed a kiss upon your lips. You melted into it, half wanting to go another round. But Bucky forced you two to disconnect.

"We should get back out there," he said.

You frowned. "What happened to spending hours between my thighs?"

"You little minx," Bucky groaned, his hands coming up to tickle your sides. You let out a squeal.

"We really have to face them, huh?"

Bucky went to answer but was cut off by Sam suddenly yelling from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Yes, you do!" He called out, anger and annoyance dripping from his words.

You two met each other’s stare as if hoping for one to suggest a way out of this mess but coming up empty, you just gave a sigh and pushed out of Bucky’s arms. Shamefully, you unlocked the door and opened it, trying to prepare mentally for how you were ever going to face Sam again.

"Sorry, Sam," you mumbled, slipping your way around him back to your seat, avoiding his gaze all cost. Bucky followed behind, seemingly unfazed by the situation.

"On a plane? Really?" Sam asked in disbelief. "While people are sitting right here?" You gave a quick glance to Zemo who truthfully didn’t look bothered by the situation. Your stomach turned at the idea of what else was taking place on this plane.

"Maybe you’re just jealous," Bucky finally spoke as he got comfortable again in his seat. Sam still stood in the aisle, hands on his hips, shocked by Bucky’s suggestion.

"Jealous?"  

Bucky shrugged. "I got to bang my very hot girlfriend on a plane. I think you’re jealous."

You groaned at his words, trying to hide your face in your hands. You could hear Bucky’s light chuckles, practically dismissing the situation, which did not please Sam.

"Who thinks it’s okay to bang their girlfriend when other people are right on the other side of the door?" Sam asked.

"Look, Sam," Bucky turned his head towards him, that teasing grin playing at his lips. "When it’s game time, it’s game time."

His words earned a chorus of disgusted groans and protest from the entire group. Your face was hot, probably entirely flushed, as red as your neck if you had to guess. You tried reprimanding Bucky for his ridiculous innuendos — something he didn’t quite understand as he tried defending his statement to the group. No one was buying it.

"Alright," you finally said, halting the conversation. "That’s enough. Can we please no longer talk about this? I think we get it, we got a bit carried away."

Zemo, however, didn’t think it was enough. He decided to add his two cents to the conversation by asking, "And what exactly inspired you to get carried away?"

Zemo didn’t even try to hide it as his eyes glanced down to Bucky’s metal arm. Sam observed, his eyes suddenly getting wide as he put two and two together, causing him to share even more disgust towards you two. Bucky took it all, laughing like it was the greatest joke of all time. You, on the other hand, hid your face once more, praying your seat would just swallow you whole. It sent them into another bicker of conversation.

No one was ever going to let you live it down.

[writingdotcoffee]

#242: The Art of Writing a Scene

Getting into writing fiction can be overwhelming. So much goes into crafting a story and putting it on paper in an engaging way. Most people aren't born with a natural ability to write novels. Where do you even start?

Trying to follow all the writing advice out there will make your head spin. It's way too much. Not that it wouldn't be useful, but you can't apply everything at the same time. It's a process.

If you don't know where to start, or you just want to dabble in writing stories, I recommend focusing on learning to write a good scene.

Scenes are small, self-contained units of narrative. A story will normally be a series of scenes. A good scene is a mini-story of its own with an inciting incident, progressive complications, crisis, climax and resolution. If you can figure out writing scenes early on, everything will be easier.

Scenes are also super easy to practice with little to no commitment. They can be as long or as short as you want. You can write a quick scene every day. Maybe you can write scenes to try various narrative techniques and devices.

Understanding the purpose of scenes in story structure unlocked so many things for me.

Getting into writing fiction for the first time? Write some scenes! This post is too short to explain how scenes work and how to write one, but there's plenty of material online about that already. Instead, here's an example of how you might go about writing a simple scene.

Creating a Simple Scene

Let's say that your character is at work and wants a glass of water. The set-up of the scene would involve some description of the office. Your character sits at her desk. She raises a glass to drink and discovers that there's no water in it. That's the inciting incident.

She could just head to the kitchen to get some, but that wouldn't be a story worth telling. Things have to get progressively more complicated.

As she heads out of her cubicle for a refill, a colleague calls her over to explain something. 15 minutes go by and she's even thirstier after speaking the entire time.

Your character hurries to the kitchen only to find an "OUT OF ORDER" sign hanging from the tap. The other kitchenette is across the entire building. A meeting is coming up in a few minutes. The boss that runs it despises people who aren't on time. She doesn't want to be late for this one.

The crisis: either go without water for another hour and risk nausea or risk her boss's scorn for arriving late.

The character decides to go for the water. She rushes across the office building to get the drink and back again. She makes it just in time. That's the climax.

The scene concludes when your character returns to her desk after her meeting. The glass on her desk is now about half full.

While this was a banal and pretty bad example, it demonstrates how you can write a scene about anything. Practicing scenes is a great way to improve.

I should do it more often 😅.

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[chifuyuzu]

leap of faith — sano manjiro x reader.

word count — 1.3k.

genre — fluff fluff fluff, i love sweet mikey.

contains — cursing, timeskip SPOILERS present, reader is gender neutral.

description — sano manjiro is in love with you, and he realizes how much he loves you at the ass crack of fuckin' dawn.

author's note — hey besties, this is my first published fic here, kinda short but mikey brain rot is heavy. i hope you enjoy this cute fic before i rip your hearts out with some angst in a few days :^) reblogs and likes are always appreciated! and please give me feedback in my inbox! hehe, enjoy.

“it’s late.”

you know. but you still wanted to hear the sound of his voice before bed.

“mm… i missed ya’, is that a crime?” your voice echos through the receiver, the sound of your duvet crinkling in the background as you shift in place. sano manjiro was a busy man. always has been, always will be. being the leader of a biker gang was never easy—let alone some “new age” criminal organization.

you didn’t understand why manjiro persisted to play this game of russian roulette with his life. but it was never your place to overstep, especially since this was his life. it was all he knew, all he understood. you’re not sure what he’s doing, or if he’s even allowed to talk on the phone at this hour, but you still wanted to hear him. just so you know he’s alive and well.

you hear him chuckle, the sound of his feet scurrying against whatever floor his sandals were clacking against. the background noise that accompanied him earlier has dissipated; you realized he probably went outside to hear you better.

“your crime is loving a fool like me way too much. don’t think you’re sane.” he’s right. you’re actually crazy for even pursuing him. there was a lot of push and shove in the beginning, both parties scared of being hurt and getting hurt. but you were always there, even when manjiro went through whatever darkness was eating at his soul.

“crazy for you.”

“corny.”

“you love me.”

a pause. eerie enough to send shivers down your spine. why wasn’t he responding? did something happen? did you smother him too much? is he regretting—

“marry me.”

… not what you were expecting. especially not over the phone.

“sano manjiro, did you just propose over the phone? what kind of shitty rom-com are we in?”

“is that a no?”

“... never said that.” you wanted to marry him. but you wanted him to put that lifestyle behind, for the sake of the family you might have in the future. kids, dogs, cats, etcetera. you wanted him to be in, one hundred percent. but you knew he was too deep into this world to run now—especially since he’s so well-known as the ‘invincible mikey.’ you still longed for a happy home with manjiro, and a normal life.

“maybe you’re right. it’s not my style to ask you this over the phone.”

“try again later. when you’re really ready.”

the gag is, he is ready.

manjiro hurries home, blond locks hidden underneath a thin, black hoodie. he’s shaking, like a pomeranian in the presence of fireworks. his hand meets the left side of his chest, back pressed up against the grey colored wall of your shared apartment as he slides down to sit on the floor. it was four in the morning, and manjiro was about to shit himself.

he gulps, eyes peering around for you, double checking that you were fast asleep before he makes a phone call. his fingers tapped the back of his iphone, impatiently waiting for the other caller to answer. though it was the crack of dawn, he still needed some moral support.

“mikey? fuck you callin’ for at this hour? haven’t heard from you in mo—”

“ken-chin. i’m proposing.”

a loud ‘flop’ rang through the receiver, accompanied by the bedsheets seemingly slipping underneath draken’s feet. it was a huge bomb to drop, especially when the duo has been separated for months on end. manjiro hears more shuffling, followed by a few curses. “you’re fucking lying. the one you’ve been one since—?”

“yeah. i’m crazy as hell. but i love them. head over heels. i’m a goddamn simp.”

“why the hell am i the first to know, man?”

“you’re m’best friend, even if i need to stay away from you. and, also… you’re not the first to know. i asked them already.”

“you WHAT? don’t fuckin’ tell me you did it some dumb way like over the pho— you did. you’re impulsive enough to do it like that, too.” regardless of how long it’s been, draken still knows and understands manjiro like nothing ever happened.

“yeah… not romantic. but i can’t see myself with anyone else. i trust no one else. but i… am…”

“scared? man, you’re the head of a criminal organization. ‘course you’re scared. you don’t want the love of your life… to get hurt…” his voice trails off and manjiro’s heart tenses even more. the memories of the past still felt fresh. all the people they lost in tokyo manji… could never be replaced. not in a million years.

but the living must live.

“i love y/n. never felt like this before. i’d quit everything. but i would have to make sure they’re safe and whatever future we have together is secure. i know i promised takemichi that i’d protect everyone and that future he worked so hard to save… but what about mine?”

manjiro really did sacrifice everything for his friends. being the type of person who carries everyone else’s burdens takes a toll on his mental. he felt selfish for wanting to leave it all behind. but maybe being selfish was beneficial once in a while.

“listen—”

“do you think i’m stupid?”

“mikey. you’re not stupid,” draken sighs, shuffling again in place. “you just want to love someone and be loved in return. nothin’ stupid about that. what is stupid though, is you proposing over the damn phone.”

he’s not wrong. it was a spur of the moment decision that could drastically change his life forever. but with you, he doesn’t care. as long as you’re his, forever.

“how do you think i should do it?”

“well. i guess, tell me some sappy shit. how do you feel about them, and whatnot.”

“i don’t think i could ever imagine me with anyone else. a lot of people have tried to grab my attention but i only have eyes for y/n. sometimes when shit gets real hard…” manjiro takes a deep sigh, fingers threading through his hair, tilting back the hood to let it fall onto his back. “i think of y/n and i remember that even in this shit world, someone is here for me. someone cares about me. they make me feel like i’m not alone anymore.

i have dreams ‘bout us, y’know? me and y/n… kids running around. a little mikey clone. pissin’ them off because we want little flags on our meals. going to the park and letting kids be kids. maybe i’ll teach ‘em at a dojo like gramps did for me and my siblings. maybe i’ll teach ‘em about bikes—with your help, of course.”

draken laughs, letting his friend continue his little speech as he gets comfortable in bed again. don’t think i’ve ever seen mikey like this, ever, draken muses.

“man, we can own a whole zoo if we wanted. chifuyu could hook us up, in secret, of course. still have to protect everyone,” manjiro is grinning from ear to ear, head resting against the wall. “i wanna grow old with them. honestly, i didn’t think i’d make it to my twenties. more so, i didn’t want to live past twenty-something. but now… things are different. wanna be old and gray. see grandkids terrorize our children. die together.”

the tension in manjiro’s chest has faded away, only left with warmth that only you could bring him. his free hand reaches into his pocket to fumble with a small box, snapping it open to reveal the engagement ring his grandfather handed down to him.

he wasn’t the marrying type. but for you, he was.

“that all? you sound good like that, man. make an exception and let us come to the wedding.”

manjiro wants that more than anything. his friends, you... all safe. all happy. but again, the fear creeps up. he doesn’t know what to do with himself if any of you get hurt.

“... how do i tell y/n that?”

“you already have.” your voice makes him jump, knocking the velvet box out of his fingers and onto the hardwood floor. his face pales, followed by a huge lump forming at his throat when he sees your figure emerge from your shared bedroom.

“i-uh… i thought you were a-asleep.” manjiro mumbles, earning a huge laugh from draken on the other side. he hears him say something along the lines of ‘my cue to leave. good luck. send me an invite.’

“i was waiting for you.” 

he’s sweating now, a small bead forming at the base of his neck. his phone is now at his side, the screen flashing from draken’s caller id to the lockscreen photo of you on your first date together, a few years back. your eyes zone into the box, though.

“i was going to do this… better. god, i fucked up, huh?”

you’re laughing now, rubbing your tired eyes before you join him near the wall, picking up the box. “what makes you think that, dummy?”

now he’s confused. you wanted him to ask when he was serious, but in his head, serious meant rose petals, candles, someone singing celine dion in the distance.

without a word, you slip the ring onto its appropriate finger, holding up to the small rays of sunlight that peaked through the window from the approaching sunrise. manjiro’s hands fly up to your face, holding his whole world in his hands. his eyes are shiny, on the brink of tears. you nudge your noses together, foreheads connecting tenderly. your hands hooked onto the hem of his hoodie, bringing his frame closer as you whisper a soft ‘yes.’

“yes?”

“yes, i’ll marry you.”

manjiro’s lips curl up into the silliest grin you’ve ever seen him sport, before he presses a soft kiss to your lips. now he’s kissing you quite desperately. as if he’s trying to make sure you’re real, that this isn’t a dream. you feel his words vibrate against your lips, “gonna make you so happy, i promise. i love you. i love you so, so much.”

“forevermore.”

“forever yours.”

[untaemedqueen]

Take One (M)

Pornstar!Yoongi x Fan Fiction Writer!Reader

Genre: Strangers To Lovers!AU, Smut, Fluff

WordCount: 24k

Warnings: Masturbation, Fingering, Big Dick!Yoongi, Slight Dom!Yoongi, Degradation (Slut, Cum Slut), Spanking, Sex Against A Wall, Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Phone Sex, Edging, Pussy Slapping, Daddy Kink, Hair Pulling, Cock Slapping, Cum Swallowing, Love Making, Marking, Body Worship, Cunnilingus, Face Fucking, Multiple Orgasms, Possessive!Yoongi, Forced Orgasm, Doggy Style, Impreg Kink

A/N: Again the biggest shout outs to my crew @ppersonna​​, @ladyartemesia​​, @xjoonchildx​​ who are constantly rooting for this fic to come out. I love my ladies so much!!!!!!!

There are three things which Yoongi was certain of. One, he was a big star in his field of work. Two, he had a huge cock, one to rival many of the largest names in his industry. Three, he can only find pleasure these days in written word. 

He has seen so many bodies in his career. So many different women and men that he cared very little for the human form. Now, written word where he could just simply envision a woman of his choosing doing what is described in twelve font Ariel Black ink. That is where he finds his pleasure.

He found himself after a long day on set, looking for mental relief. People make fun of his job, but it's incredibly taxing on one's spirit. He tried for years and years to be not only the best porn star in his field, but the most talked about. He succeeded after not too long, one utterly embarrassing title called 'Little Cat, Bowl of Milk' skyrocketed his success and had people coming back time and time again to his profile on all the major porn sites. He began to realize that success was eating at his bones. He so often found himself not being able to cum as he fucked his co-star half way to Sunday. 

It wasn't about being the greatest anymore, or having the biggest cock in the industry. It was about actually being able to cum without the prop team having to strap a tube on the underside of his cock and pump out this incredibly realistic looking paste that actually looks like jizz. It was practically degrading. And yet, Yoongi only found himself orgasming through reading. 

It was a random happenstance as he was scrolling online. Just looking at a few different blogs on Tumblr before finding a link in their biography stating 'Masterlist'. Finding himself intrigued he clicked on the link, the girl with the pen name Nevermore had countless series of books. She was great at writing, truly understanding her character's complexity and portraying it in such a way that had Yoongi constantly on the edge of his seat. But above all, the sex scenes she wrote were so erotic; so completely entrancing that he began to lose himself in her stories. He had never cum harder than before he read the words she so ardently wrote.

Jumping onto his couch, his feet find their place on the arm as his hand rests beneath his head. "I wonder what's up with Kyla and Bjorn today." He whispers to himself before sipping his beer. Every day of the week waits with bated breath to be Sunday. Nevermore publishes every Sunday at 8 o'clock and Yoongi never misses it. He will even stop a late filming just to read her new chapter. 

Stopping by her blog fills him with a sense of renewal. He first checks her updated page before anything else. She seemed to have an almost poetic soul within her, as if her fingers poured out earnest sentences with cryptic and riddled meaning. It's her latest post that catches his attention, first and foremost, before he can even click on the book's masterlist. He sips his beer as he peruses the post.

Coming Tuesday - Take One. 

Pornstar!Min Yoongi x Reader

Author's Note: I usually research heavily for smut to make it seem the most realistic as possible. I looked into porn to get a sense of what pornstars go through day to day and came across Min Yoongi. Eajsidicjeisoc HE'S UNBELIEVABLE! So the next book will be a fan fiction based on him. And believe me when I say I'M A FAN.

Beer goes flying out of his mouth. Sitting up quickly, his eyes widened at the text. 

"EXCUSE ME?!" He yells loudly before putting his hand over his mouth. 

A voraciously nervous giggle escapes him as his eyes flit to the popcorn ceiling. "Me? She's seen me?" He doesn't know whether to be astonished or incredibly flattered. He was a mere reader, one of the thousands that follow her blog and here he was being featured in one of her gorgeous stories. Would she write him like he is or turn him into a sex god? Someone completely void of feeling like Bjorn? Or someone absolutely brimming with possibility like Kyla? His bottom lip purchases between his teeth as he lets out a happy groan. I guess Tuesdays would be the days to look forward to now.

Sweat builds upon Yoongi’s lean frame as he snaps his hips into his co-star once more. His arm muscles shake as he holds himself above her thin frame, “You like that? Hmm? Like getting pounded by your sister’s husband? You’re such a fucking slut.” He recites his script before wrapping his hand around her neck. She whimpers out, botoxed lips parting for air as she keens loudly.

“Yes! Fuck! More, I’m such a little slut. I want you to fuck me so hard!” She whines and he can feel his energy slipping from him. This isn’t exciting. This doesn’t get him off. It was a trivial part of his job. He knows she’s enjoying it, the way she drools isn’t prompted. The way her eyes roll back every time the head of his cock meets her cervix folds isn’t scripted. He used to savor that. He used to adore fucking his co-stars stupid, making them forget their lines so he could take a break and edge his orgasm away before pile driving into them like a frenzied maniac. Now he just wishes she could hurry up and cum so he could get to the blog. It was Tuesday after all. 

“Oh Christ.” He murmurs out as she cums on his cock for a third time. Her cum squirting onto his thighs as she screeches to the heavens. The camera was solely focused on her battered pussy. And so, with that knowledge he closes his eyes. Picturing, or trying anyway, how Bjorn took Kyla into the fish hut after their summer raid. How he laid her down on the bed of hay and let his wild freeness overcome him. The way he ran his fingers over her nipples deftly. Deftly, that was a word used in the books often that he found himself loving. He remembers reading in obscene vividity how tight Kyla was for Bjorn, signifying that she had not been with a lover since he went to raid England. 

Yoongi finds himself gasping gently as he pictures the scene written just weeks ago by Nevermore’s beautiful hands. His cock was thickening just at the thought and he lets out a loud groan. Pleasure seeping into every nerve of his body as his teeth clamp down on his bottom lip. Picturing someone else beneath him, someone more supple to the touch. Someone who was simple and adoring being underneath him because they wanted to be. 

Alas, he’s ripped from his impending orgasm as his co-star scrapes her ridiculously sharp nails over his arms. He lets out a defeated sigh before opening his eyes. Jaw going slack he waves in the prop team. It’s still disgusting to him, the feel of the tube beneath his cock twitch and pulse as the paste emits from below him. It smells like glue. 

He gives a loud moan, something the director would say is beautiful as the paste lands on the folds of her pussy. He pulls away from her, ripping the tube out from beneath him as she giggles to the camera. Her index finger sneaks its way into her mouth and she gives a ginger bite to it before sighing happily. “Thanks Yidu.” He murmurs before grabbing a pair of boxers from his manager.

“What’s the matter, Yoongi? Can’t seem to get off?” Yidu calls to him as she sits up on her elbows. 

“Not with you or with anyone.” He mumbles to himself before shoving open his dressing room door. 

“What’s wrong with you?! Yidu is hot, man!” His manager, Hoseok says as he closes the door behind them. Yoongi rolls his eyes as he digs into his jacket before pulling out his phone. 

“Hobi. I told you. It’s hard to get off anymore, it’s just so… so-”

“Trivial? Come on, Yoongi! You just had one of the hottest A list porn stars beneath you!” Hobi says before handing Yoongi his coffee as he sits down in the arm chair.

“Then you go fuck Yidu. Give her a good seeing too.” He mumbles as he unlocks his phone. Hoseok scoffs loudly before throwing himself down onto the loveseat. 

“Yeah right! She’d never want to be with me after your eleven inch cock was deep in her kidneys.” Yoongi snorts at his comment before turning around to him. 

“It’s eleven and a half inches. I wish you would get it right.” He jeers before sipping his coffee.

Hoseok didn’t leave him alone for the rest of the afternoon. So, he had to wait with bated breath to read the new book until he got home. Which he finds agreeable since he would want privacy anyway. He’s kind of nervous. Isn’t it odd to read a book about yourself? As flattering as it is? 

What if the book painted him out to be this sex craved monster? He takes a deep breath before unlocking his phone. “Okay.” He whispers before crossing his legs and throwing them up on the couch.

There’s something magical about meeting the right someone. Captivating, even. The way irises flit between one another in a moment of glorious silence. The breath that is held within one’s chest as you stare longingly at the other person before you. Hands could shake from nerves, excitement- both, even. It had never happened for Min Yoongi. Until you. 

Yoongi clears his throat before leaning deeper into the couch cushions. There it is. The master at work. Painting him to be a god among men. A small smirk finds its way on to his lips as he settles in for more.

It took a second to notice him. To see him in a sea of moving bodies. He was a gentle breeze in a vast desert. And, in that second you yearned to know him. 

He was tall. Taller than you by all accounts. His hair was black and long, the gentle spring breeze blowing his bangs into his eyes as he leans against the hotel door waiting for his car. 

Expensive. That’s a word that could describe him even in the darkest of nights. The way his leather jacket clung to him, highlighting his biceps. Even his sunglasses screamed exorbitant. With one foot pressed against the foggy glass of the door, you found yourself walking towards him without any care for yourself. 

His jeans hung low, the crisp white t-shirt he adorned barely covering his pale skin underneath.

“Someone’s been watching ‘To Meet A Man’, hmm?” He quips as his thumb trails slowly over his bottom lip. He was already hooked. Seeing himself as the character and yet, completely setting himself outside of it as well. He was torn between the two and he feels as if he could go on this way forever. 

Stopping in front of him, he tilts his head towards you before smirking. “Can I help you, little one?” His voice was like the sound of a harp. Sharp and melodic. 

“You’re standing in front of the door.” You reply. Your index finger pointed at the foggy glass beneath his foot. He opens his mouth for a fraction of a second before nodding. 

“Thought you recognized me.” He murmurs to himself, opening the door to let you into the hotel. 

“I bet you’d like that.” You smile at him, black sundress rippling through the breeze before entering the hotel. 

“Yes. I think I would like that.”

God, this was enthralling. His toes curl as he reads on. Loving the picturing being painted already. How is it that you made this Min Yoongi so incredibly bold and attractive? How is he not this attractive? 

Yes, okay. He was hot. Undoubtedly. He knows that. But, he never flaunted it if he wasn’t on camera. This Min Yoongi was confident and sound. Surely he could cum on command without having to think of book characters to maybe do it. 

Yoongi wishes he was like his book counterpart. He’s a fan of him.

Stepping on set, he takes in the scene before him. This is something his character in Take One would be into. Tying up his woman Y/N. Pleasing her through and through, making her beg for more just because he could. 

Sipping his coffee he hums to himself as his hand runs over the silken sheets of the prop bed. “Wow. Big budget.” He jokes to Hoseok who snorts as a reply. 

“Your co-star is here.” Hoseok whispers before nodding across the set. Yoongi takes off his leather jacket before looking her over and he internally groans. Nothing like how he pictures Y/N at all in the book. 

“Fine.” He mutters out as he hands his leather jacket to Hoseok.

“When did you start wearing leather?” His long time friend asks as he sniffs the jacket. Yoongi shoos him away before running his fingers through his hair. “Mind your business, Jung!” He snaps before taking off his sunglasses.

He’s worked with this porn star before. She was hot, obviously. The kind of hot that screams high maintenance. And she always brought her dog to set. Which was odd. Also, annoying. Every time it yaps, they would have to start the scene over which for Yoongi used to be great but now, he feels an impending sense of doom as the chihuahua opens its mouth. “Yoongi!” 

Oh yeah, her voice was really high pitched. Something that could break a wine glass if she tried to sing opera. “Candy.” He whispers before kissing her cheek.

He used to be fond of her. Hell, they’d even gone on a date once after they filmed a marriage scene together. She was not for him. Not for anyone that had a clear thinking mind and that could count above fifty. “I’m so excited! You remember Tiberius, don’t you?” She asks as she holds up her dog. 

The small dog growls at Yoongi as he gives a half hearted chuckle, “Of course I do. Hi...Tiberius.” He retracts his hand harshly as the dog nips at the air.

“Let’s go get you dressed. Hmm?” Hoseok asks, hooking a hand over his shoulder. He hums to him as they walk towards his dressing room. “Please, kill me now.” He whispers fiercely, earning a loud laugh from Seok as he pushes open the door. 

Running his hands over Candy's body, he lets out a hum of appreciation. Concentrating on keeping his face steady as the camera pans upward. He pinches her nipples roughly, a gasp emitting through the set as she wiggles her hips cheekily. Would Y/N like that? Would she like his book counterpart to treat her roughly like this? Or would she want to be praised? 

"God, look at your sexy little nipples." He says aloud before slapping her breast. She whines into the camera, pulling on the handcuffs as her legs part wider. "So fucking hard for me." He comments before trailing his tongue around her stiff peaked areola. 

She keens for him and his eyes shut just to shield his eye roll. But as the room fades to black behind his eyelids, he remembers something. Nevermore watches his videos. She watches to get ideas. 

His head turns to the director as he moves out of the way for the camera to take a shot of her wet pussy. "You said free script?" He asks him.

The director waves his hand agreeing before looking back at the monitor. His smirk sends Candy beneath him into a fluster. She eyes him delicately as he spreads her legs. Candy was good at this though, rolling off the cuff with whatever her co-stars do. 

Yoongi taps his palm to her pussy before rubbing slow circles on her clit. "Look at you, baby. Aching for my big cock. You remember when I met you outside of the hotel? In my leather jacket?" She whimpers at the stimulation before nodding. 

"You looked so good for me. I wanted to just tear you apart." He hums at her words before pulling his cock out of his briefs. 

"I asked if I could help you, little one. But it's you who'll be helping me. Suck my cock." He instructs as he shoves his cock towards her face. Saying the lines from Nevermore's story, acting like his book counterpart sends his nerve endings aflame. 

His body tingles with satisfaction and the smile that creeps onto his face is one of pure joy as his cock enters her lips.

Throwing yourself down onto your roommates bed, she raises an eyebrow at you before folding her arms. "What's with the face?"

"Viiii." You whine loudly before burying your head into her pillow. She scoffs gently before laying down next to you. 

"Are you stuck with your writing?" You whinge loudly in agreement before rolling on to your back. 

Twirling her hair around her finger, she snorts gently before leaning against the headrest of her bed. "What part are you on? Hurry up Taehyung is coming over in forty minutes to take me out on a date." 

"Oh Taehyung is more important than your best friend ever that is going through a crisis?!" You faun shock as you sit up on your knees. She laughs, kicking out her feet before rolling her eyes. 

"No. Well...He has a big dick so getting dicked down might be more important but anyway, back to your crisis." Your lips sputter as you giggle before crossing your legs beneath you.

"She's going to have sex with Min Yoongi." You tell her and she hums before tilting her head.

"And? Your smut is hot. Just do what you always do. Fuck her till she's crying." She states plainly and you can't help but chortle at her words.

"But he's a fucking porn star. I don't know how to just-" You intertwine your fingers before smacking them together repeatedly.

"Okay, the word is cohesion. Whatever the fuck that is you think your doing- is gross so please stop that." You pout at her and she pokes your nose before grabbing her laptop with a gentle grunt. 

"Let's get some ideas for your dirty sex romp." She whispers before opening up the laptop.

Skimming through the videos, the thumbnails make your eyes go wide. "How does she do that?!" Viola asks loudly before trying to pick up her leg and put it behind her head.

"Seems like the work of the devil." You murmur before continuing to scroll. 

"Look! A new one! 'Cuffs and Leather.' Sounds lethal." She wiggles her eyebrows at you and you nudge her with a laugh before opening up the video.

Right off the bat it's filthy. And, you can't help the way your body leans in as his hand grazes over her bare sides. "God, his voice is so rich and dreamy." Your roommate comments as he tells her how pretty her nipples are.

Your thighs press together unconsciously before tilting your head. His eyes seem alight with mischief as they look deeply into the camera. It makes something inside of you stir almost innately. "She's pretty." Viola whispers before leaning back against the headrest.

"Look at you, baby. Aching for my big cock. You remember when I met you outside of the hotel? In my leather jacket?" Those words send your heart lurching.

"No fucking way." Viola yells as she sits up quickly. Your head whips to her as your eyes go wide. 

"No way. No FUCKING way!" She screams before cupping her mouth.

"I asked if I could help you, little one. But it's you who'll be helping me. Suck my cock." His voice, the teasing tone sends you rigid. Your throat dries up and all you emit is a squeak as Viola slaps her fingers onto the spacebar pausing the video.

"Oh my FUCKING GOD. Y/N!" Her screams sound foggy to your ears as your heartbeat begins to fill the void of noise. He's seen it. He's fucking READ it. 

Your face goes red as you stare at the screen. Your left eye begins to twitch as Vi presses her hands to your shoulders and shakes you. Her squeals bring you back to reality and you cover your face with your hands. "That's so amazing! He's read Take One!" She cheers happily and you begin to feel sick.

Your stomach rolls, a cold sweat creeping onto your skin as you put your hand to your forehead. "No." You whisper to yourself before laying back onto her plethora of pillows.

"Yes! This is incredible!"

"No." It's weaker this time as she straddles you. Jumping up and down happily and your body moves freely atop the mattress like a limp noodle. 

"Y/N! What are you going to do?!" She squeals as she shakes you around.

"Delete it." You say before looking up at her. She stops for a second before going wide eyed. 

"What?! Delete it?! No! What're you talking about?!" She says quickly as you grab your phone from her bedside table.

"I have to delete it. This is embarrassing. I mean, he has read something I made for myself and-" You go to unlock your phone and Viola scoffs loudly. 

"No! Give me the phone." She says loudly and you begin to wrestle atop her mattress.

"I HAVE TO DELETE IT. HE SAW WHAT I WROTE! I USED MY OWN NAME IN A FIC!" You yell out as you pin her beneath you. But, she has the grip of a strong barbarian as she shoves your phone down her tank top.

"No! If he didn't like it he would have just ignored it! But, if he had enough balls to put it in a porn! Then you know, he likes it! And he doesn't know your name!" She says. 

You grimace at your phone in her shirt before folding your arms. Maybe she was right. Maybe, he did like it. "So what am I supposed to do?" You ask her as she pushes you off of her. 

Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she leans in. Fingertip pressing to the tip of your nose as she smirks. "You're going to write the hottest smut in existence and send Min Yoongi, the porn star cumming in his expensive Dior briefs." She says before fishing your phone out of her shirt and throwing it at you.

"That's disgusting." You whine as you wipe your phone. She shrugs before popping a piece of gum into her mouth.

"You've written sex scenes where men run an actual fucking train on a girl and she's covered in like four different types of cum. Get over it." She says before blowing a bubble. You roll your eyes at her before looking back down at the scene. 

He wouldn't have said something if he didn't like it. He would have just gone on with life as it were. "Now go write your cute little brain away." She says before shooing you out of her room.

"What're you going to do?" You ask as you jump out of her bed.

"Get ready to get fucked by Taehyung. Duh." She says before rifling through her closet. 

With a snort you shut the door behind you before sighing loudly. "Okay, Yoongi. It's on." You whisper before cracking your knuckles and walking towards your bedroom.

Yoongi throws himself on his bed. The California King size is way too large for him. It's seen only him for years now and he can't seem to get as comfortable in the constantly cold sheets like he used to.

Propping his pillows up, he leans against the headboard. Tuesday, the greatest day of the week has arrived. He wonders if you've seen the video that was just released. Did you hate it? Were you too caught up to watch it? He has so many questions that he could speak outwardly just to fall on deaf ears and stagnant air. 

Opening up today's chapter, his eyes scan the regular genre and warnings. But the author's note-- that catches his eye.

Author's Note: I SEE that someone really enjoyed the first chapter of TO and for that...I'm very grateful.

He clears his throat loudly before sighing. The smile that radiates off his face would blind even the most ardent sun lover. His fingers tremble, heart beating voraciously inside of his chest. It takes him a second before he's ready to continue on.

"She saw it." He whispers to himself before sniffing gently.

Crossing his feet he scrolls down the page. Eyes reading the words so fast due to sheer excitement that he has to read them over again to absorb their meaning.

It was the coldest of nights when he invited you back to his hotel room. You knew he was only going to be around for so long and you felt the pressing need to see him for as long as you could. 

You had always made fun of coffee dates. Always joking and jeering with the ever so clever roommate you heartily loved. Ana was your rock in a very baron land. She implored you to go on the date with him anyway, knowing his career and who he was. Maybe he would be different than every other man, or maybe he would just be the best lay.

"You thought coffee was only for cheapskates, huh?" Yoongi asks as he ushers you into the hotel room.

With a giggle you past the entrance, "Something me and my roommate Ana have said before." 

He hums understanding before closing the door behind him. "I don't want you to get the wrong idea. Just because I have the job I do, doesn't mean that I invited you back here to fuck." He says as you shrug off your coat.

He graciously takes it before hanging it on the door hook. "When will I ever get to fuck the esteemed Min Yoongi again?" You quip back to him as you fold your arms.

His smile dazzles you. Sets your breathing irregular as he cards his fingers through his black hair. "Oh, little one. Quite often I hope." He whispers before stepping towards you.

His hands press to your sides, caressing them gently as his head tilts to the side. Cinnamon brown irises flitting from here to there as he drinks you in. His pupils begin to widen, like molten hot tar spreading over the Earth. "I enjoy spending time with you. And, I'm okay with doing just that." He whispers, running his thumb over your bottom lip slowly. 

The smooth pad of his thumb sends your stomach alight with something akin to fire. Burning hot and bright inside of you, you step closer to him. "And I'm okay with being here. With you." 

He takes your words as a confirmation. Pressing his lips eagerly to yours, you find yourself melting in his strong arms. Lips collide, tongues lashing out at one another as you grip tightly at his biceps. 

It's your earnest whimper that sends him into action. His greedy hands grabbing at your thighs before hauling you up easily. "God, your lips are so soft. I bet they'll feel like heaven around my cock." He whispers against you.

His feet pad slowly across the granite floor before you're pressed up against the grey wall of his hotel room. Your fingers knit into his black hair, tugging gently as you angle his face higher. Nipping at your bottom lip, he suckles once coaxing a sweet moan from your throat. "Fuck." He growls as your legs wrap around his waist.

Yoongi chuckles to himself before pulling his erect cock from his briefs. "What're you playing at Nevermore?" He murmurs as his thumb slowly drifts over the reddened tip of his cock. 

His lips trail over your cheek, the kisses erupting a lava like pool within your stomach. Your lips part for air as he suckles away at your collarbone, leaving cherry blossom petals in his wake. "You're incredible." He says, before pulling down the low cupped shirt you wear.

Your breasts spring out, pushed up by the cups and he lets out a wanton groan at the sight. "God, look at your sexy nipples."

He lets out a breathy laugh, fist beginning to jerk at his cock faster. His tongue licks over his lips before moaning. "Oh fuck. She really watched it. So hot." He whispers to the still air of his room. Even with lust filled eyes, he pays attention to every written word. Gasping gently at each moment as he reads it through. 

His lips, colder now against your heated skin, drift over the valley of your breasts. Stopping over each areola to pluck at your stiff nipples. Your gasps elicit the only reaction worthy, his hips thrusting against you with each sound. "Shit." He curses before suckling harshly at the sensitive skin. 

His tongue flicks so fast against your stiff peaks that your head lolls back with heady wanting. It's in this moment that his name rolls off of your tongue. He stops for a second, fingers kneading at your ass before smirking. "Say it again." He commands through gritted teeth before slapping the thick globes beneath his palms.

"Y-Yoongi." You whimper out and his eyes roll back before latching onto your attended breast. His hands bunch up your skirt tugging roughly at the fabric. "You wet for me? Hmm?" 

His fingers dip between your asscheeks, feeling at the fabric of your panties. Your breath hitches as he pushes them aside. Running his fingertips over your folds, you whine out his name. "You're soaked, little one. Jesus." He thrusts a finger into you without warning-

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Yoongi chants as his cock throbs in hand. His phone clatters to the pillow beside his face as his eyes screw shut. "Oh Christ!" He whines loudly before cumming. 

In a sea of stars, he sees the image of Y/N so clearly as he orgasms. Ropes of cum smatter onto his raggedly breathing chest. He gasps loudly before tilting his head to his phone. "Fuck. She's good." He whispers before looking down at his chest and throwing his head back to his pillow.

Yoongi groans loudly as he sits down on set. The Americano in his hand getting cooler by the second as he skims through the script for what seems like the hundredth time. 

"Hoseok tells me you have suggestions." Namjoon, the director says. Yoongi smirks at him before nodding. He holds his hand out to his manager who grunts gently. With a sigh he hands Yoongi the packet of papers before shaking his head.

"This. This is gold. Just read it." He tells the director as he hands him the packet. His thumb skims over the pages before giving a defeated sigh. 

"Okay. I'll read it." He says before looking over at Yoongi's co-star. She smiles briefly, nodding in his direction and he feels a sense of calmness.

His co-star today was one of the better ones. She was sweet, naturally pretty and fun to have banter with. "Lin. Hey." He calls to her as the director skims through the packet.

"Hey Yoongs!" She cheers. Walking over, he finds himself staring at her. She would make a good Y/N, most of the things described in Take One would fit her nicely. She leans against his chair casually before running her fingers through her hair. 

"I heard we might be switching it up." She points her thumb backwards to Namjoon as he continues to read.

"Yeah. I just...read this idea somewhere and I thought it was great." Yoongi announces to her as Hoseok grabs her a chair. 

Sitting down she nods calmly, "What's it about?" 

"Steamy first date sex. Coming back after a coffee date and just fucking up against the wall. It was pretty hot." He admits, thinking back to the sheer amount of cum that landed on his chest because of it.

"You have the arm strength to hold me up?" Lindy jokes as she pushes him with her shoulder.

"You still have those thighs of steel? I might need your help on this one." She gives a laugh before turning her attention to the director. 

"Genius." Namjoon comments as he smacks his palm to the top page of the packet, "Let's do it." 

Yoongi smiles widely before looking at Lindy as she grabs the packet. 

"You're soaked little one. Jesus." Yoongi mumbles against Lindy's neck as he thrusts a finger in without warning. She moans loudly, eyes screwing shut as he expertly curls his finger within her.

His cock was so hard already, knowing you would watch this and knowing that it's from your book. Lindy was quick at learning the lines, expertly acting as the perfect Y/N he could only hope for. 

"Fuck!" She curses, nails gently scraping down his arms. He groans gently, suckling at the column of her throat as he adds a second finger. 

"Your pretty pussy is so tight." He says as he scissors her open, her arousal practically dripping down his hand. 

"Y-Yoongi." The gentle tone in her voice makes his arms quake. Y/N would whimper for him like this he bets. 

Picking her back up off of the wall, Lindy discards her top. It's almost feverishly fast how his lips attach to her nipple. Groping at the skin of her ass, kneading roughly he spanks her hard. She gasps loudly, breasts thrusting towards his face. 

"Once I saw you, I only wanted this. To feel you in my hands like putty. To-" He scissors her pussy open wider for his cock, "-To feel your soaked cunt stretch around my big cock." 

His hand leaves her cunt only to unbutton his jeans. She kisses down his neck, nipping gently at the skin in her euphoric pleasure. "I want your big cock inside of me." 

He groans at her words, pressing her harder into the wall. Cock springing out, he coats the underside in her arousal before lifting her easily by her thighs. "Thighs of steel, get ready." He jokes, almost silently into Lindy's ear and he can hear a gentle snort in reply. 

He positions her entrance above his cock before pressing his lips to hers. The kiss is heated, tongues tangling with one another as he slowly sets her down. Her mouth opens wider at the stretch, his teeth biting and pulling at her bottom lip with a moan. 

"God, you're fucking tight." He mumbles as her hands snake around his neck. 

He was in his element now. Thinking of the book and becoming his book counterpart. Knowing just how crazed Yoongi in the texts becomes at the feel of Y/N's pussy on him. He could practically cum right now on the spot and it sends him into a pleased fury. 

"Y/N." He whispers, closing his eyes. He doesn't realize what he has said until Lindy leans in to him. 

"Easy now, big guy. Don't put your girlfriends name in." His eyes snap open before clearing his throat. 

"Sorry, Lin." He says before thrusting roughly within her. Her hands scramble to grip him tighter as he begins to fuck her for all she's worth.

"Goddammit! You feel so fucking good! Oh shit!" He whines loudly and his eyes flutter shut as he pictures Y/N on his cock. 

Teeth gritting, he rolls his hips filling every nook and cranny of her cunt. She was the perfect vessel for this, transporting him to a cloud high above nine as he bulldozes himself inside of her. Every sound, Lin's gasps and moans send him on the right track of hearing Y/N's voice. She was practically alive off the page for him. 

"Fuck! Your cock feels so good!" She whines as he lifts her hips off of the wall. His tongue licks over his lips as his cock impales her deeper. 

"Rub your clit for me, little one." Bunching up her skirt, she rubs at her clit and he can feel his cock already throbbing. He should keep himself at bay, finish the scene but this was the first time he would be finishing inside someone in almost two years. He can't pass this up.

"Yoongs." Lindy warns as he presses his lips into a straight line. 

"God, little one. You're going to make me cum, your pussy feels too fucking good." He skipped a bunch of lines to get to this one. He can't bring himself to feel sorry though as white hot pleasure courses through him. He could see her behind his shielded eyes, could see Y/N drooling for his big cock as he fucks her. He could hear her whimpers and moans as he fucks her open. 

He could feel Lin's fingers moving in frenzied circles to get off on him and he chokes on a moan as he buries his face into her neck. "Y/N. Fuck. Your pussy is so amazing. Oh, God!" He whines as his cock throbs wildly within her begging for release.

In her heady pleasure, she forgoes chiding him. Instead, she orgasms loudly. Moans ricocheting off the walls of the set as her pussy clamps around his huge cock. "Y/N! Oh shit!" He gasps out loudly as his thighs lock.

He doesn't notice the camera panning to where they're conjoined. He certainly doesn't notice how much he babbles Y/N's name. Lin runs her fingers through his hair, tugging roughly and that's all it takes before he's stuttering inside of her. 

"Oh SHIT!" He yells out as his cock gives a final twitch of pleasure. He cums hard, arms and thighs shaking as her pussy becomes painted white with his seed. Her thighs clamp around him, holding herself up as he practically goes limp before her. His eyes fill with pleasurable tears and he brings himself back to reality to hold her to the wall.

Pulling out of her gently, he finds it immensely satisfying to see his cum finally leak from a pussy after so long. He moves out of the way of the camera before running his fingers through his hair. "Oh fuck." He murmurs realizing now what he's said in his hedonistic pleasure.

"Please cut out Y/N's name." He tells Namjoon who simply nods as Lindy spreads her pussy lips for the camera. She sticks her tongue out at Yoongi and he gives an exhausted chuckle before closing his eyes. Nevermore is the first person to make him cum like this in years.

"You alright?" Lin asks as the prep team cleans her up. Yoongi sighs happily before nodding to her. 

"Oh yeah, I'm great. Sorry I said her name during that." He tells her and she scoffs before rolling her eyes.

"Don't apologize. It felt good to be Y/N." She says before kissing his cheek. 

It felt really good to be Yoongi too.

Sitting down in your living room, it's become a ritual now-- or so Viola says, to watch every new porn Min Yoongi puts out. "This is the most canon like thing that's ever happened in my lifetime." Vi says as she throws herself down beside you. 

She scrolls through the new video playlist before casting it onto your television. Opening a bag of chips, she holds it out to you. 

"I'll probably choke." You murmur as you settle in to watch the new video. She snorts loudly before munching on a chip. 

"This is so exciting. You know, I cancelled a date with Taehyung for this." She informs you before pressing play. Placing a pillow on your lap you bury your chin into the soft fabric before tilting your head to her.

"What's the name of this one?" 

"'Cheap dates.'" She says before throwing the remote onto the coffee table and giving the screen her undivided attention.

"You're soaked little one. Jesus." Yoongi whispers and the embarrassed laugh that bubbles forward is almost ridiculous. You bury your face into the pillow and you get a quick swat on your arm from your best friend reprimanding you.

"Pay attention! He's fingering her." You laugh louder now, picking your head up slowly. 

It's almost like a fever dream. Watching him reenact the scenes you've so earnestly written. After the initial shock and horror of it all, it kind of became flattering. Knowing that he was so into it. There was something inside of you stirring. 

"Goddammit. You feel so fucking good." You say right before he says his line. The overwhelming sense of pride you feel while watching this makes your heart swell. It’s almost as if he was your greatest supporter. It’s a deeper understanding of knowing how connected you are just by the words you write. 

“It really is exactly like the second chapter.” Viola says. Her voice rips you out of your day dream like state. 

You watch as Yoongi becomes almost animalistic, driving himself into the woman wrapped around him. It stirs you, your thighs pressing together inherently as your lips part. 

“He seems like he’s real into it. Look at him.” Your best friend murmurs and you can’t deny her words as he skips half of the scene in his deep seated pleasure. As he buries his face in her neck you can hear his soft grunting and babbling like there’s no tomorrow.

“Y/N.” The end of your name gets tapered off quickly and you sit up quickly at his moan. Your pussy clenches around nothingness, head turning to your roommate as her jaw drops wide open.

“Did you just hear him s-” Your voice is cut off by hers as she leans in to look at the television.

“Oh yeah.” She whispers before covering her mouth with her hand. 

It’s an awkward silence as he finishes his scene. Heart racing at the speed of sound. Your palms begin to sweat as you stare at his lusty haze. Watching his arms and legs shake with bouts of euphoria. “Y/N. This is… I mean… He’s thinking of you when he fucks someone else.” Vi whispers.

“No. He’s thinking of the book character. I’m just Nevermore to him.” You feel a sense of overwhelming pride as he gently sets his co-star down on the ground. Her pussy creams with his cum before the video ends and you find your body hurtling itself back into the couch with a sigh. 

“Post a selfie.” Viola says quickly before throwing your phone into your lap. Your head turns to her in confusion as she waves her arms wildly. 

“What?!” Your voice is exasperated as she moves her hands faster. 

“Post a selfie on your blog and as soon as he likes the post then just take it down.” She says before unlocking your phone for you. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, not truly understanding what she’s trying to get at.

“Why?”

“Because you’re fucking hot and he needs to know what you look like! Just trust me! Did I get the hottest guy in a four mile radius to talk to me by just posting a selfie?” You nod slowly to her and she winks at you.

“Trust me. Just do it.” You shrug before opening up your camera. 

“Pull these babies out.” Viola says as she pulls down your tank top to show your cleavage and you narrow your eyes at her as she shifts you around before humming to herself.

Fixing your hair, you tilt your head and she tuts her tongue beside you. “Just lips and tits.” She tells you and you sigh gently.

“Why?” You ask again.

“Because your eyes are the element of surprise. Just listen to me for once in your life, please.” 

Sighing loudly you do as told, taking a picture of your lips and the curvature of your cleavage. Viola hooks her chin over your shoulder before smiling. “Wow, your boobs look great.” She comments before patting your upper back. 

Opening up Tumblr, you attach the photo before looking at Vi. She grabs the phone before smirking and you read over her shoulder as she types in a comment.

Feeling like Y/N today!

You snort as she posts it, breath catching in your throat as she replays the porn video. 

“What’re you going to do after the shoot?” Yoongi asks his manager as he slings his leather jacket over his shoulders in one smooth motion. He watches Hoseok shift from foot to foot awkwardly. Raising an eyebrow, he leans against the door jamb waiting patiently for a response. 

“I’m actually going out with Lindy today. We...um...Started talking after your last shoot.” Hoseok mumbles. 

Yoongi gives him a gummy smile before clapping him on the back. “Have fun. She’s really nice, seriously.” 

Pulling out his phone, Yoongi takes into account how Hoseok smiles to himself before fixing his clothes. It’ll be good for him to go out with someone. Yoongi knows exactly what it’s like to be lonely. “I’ll head out first then.” Hoseok tells him as he opens up his Tumblr app.

“Have fun, go fuck her so hard she’ll feel it in her kidneys or whatever you say.” Hoseok snorts at his words before tapping his hand against the door frame as he leaves. Picking up his shoulder bag, the first thing he thinks is if Nevermore has watched his latest video.

He hasn’t seen it but he never watches his works after they’re released. There’s something truly cringey about it. Since it was Sunday, a new chapter of Bjorn and Kyla is out. The second to last chapter which seems almost heart wrenching before remembering he has his own story that has only just begun. Clicking on her profile, his legs quake at the image. 

“Oh shit.” He whispers at her selfie. 

She was all natural. No botox like he’s used to seeing. No breast implants. Just Nevermore. And from what he could see, she was right up his alley. There was a small seam between her tank top and breast showing black lace from her bra. His bottom lip finds itself tucked between his teeth as he leans against the door frame. God, she looks cute. Her lips are parted and he imagines his tongue dipping between them, caressing the pink petals. 

His pants begin to tighten and he locks his phone without a second thought.

Getting home for him was almost a blur. Nevermore's lips and chest constantly in the forefront of his brain. Her lips just gently parted as they were, they seemed to hold an innocence to them that intrigued him. She writes such glorious works, the filthiest of sex scenes and she still had this air of innocence. He was so enraptured by a quick glimpse of a photo that he was even wondering if he himself were changing. Changing into a man who wished for something deeper, something fulfilling. 

Throwing himself down on his couch, he unlocks his phone. Her picture was gone from his dashboard and he sighs gently. 

"Damn." He whispers before refreshing the page again. Just a single post from her. Just one line that sent his lips into a full on smile.

Just a taste for you.

It was kind of exciting. This backhanded flirting that you two have gotten yourselves into over a mere book. You would write and he would act. He would moan your name, close his eyes and dream as if he was inside your book. You would write with the intention to see him act it out. 

Yoongi sips his coffee, the first Tuesday he's had off in a long time does not come without excitement. Refreshing your blog, he tilts his head at the new chapter. "What're we getting into today." He whispers before leaning back in his chair.

Softly his fingertips caress your skin, eyes alight with wondrous emotions as you stare at each other in the grandiose bed. The morning sun alerts you, it's golden rays peeking in the window as if to chide you for not having slept all night long.

"I think I love you." Yoongi admits, his voice deep with tiredness as his arm encircles your waist. You begin to smile, eyes creasing with delight. Running your fingers through his black hair, you feel his lips against your shoulder.

"I think I love you too." You whisper before giggling as he straddles you.

"Let me make love to you and show you-" 

"Oh God." Yoongi mumbles as he sets down his coffee. Love? God, what even is that? Now he really wishes that he was like his book counterpart. So sure and sound with himself that he could venture out to find love with other people. It almost nauseates him as he continues reading. Jealousy creeping up inside of him like venom. 

Nevermore's beautifully written words make him seem devoid of feeling anything at all. He wants to be this Yoongi, so badly it's almost eating him alive.

His fingers press the backspace before opening up the messenger page. Clicking on her name he tilts his head as his fingers fly over the keyboard.

Min1993: I don't make love, Nevermore.

Sending the message, he hums to himself. Before he can pick up his coffee he widens his eyes. "Oh fuck! You idiot what did you do?!" He yells before trying to will his phone to unsend the message.

With an exasperated sigh, he throws his arms up annoyed with himself. Shoving his phone away, he buries his face in his arms before scoffing.

"I don't make love." He mocks himself before closing his eyes.

"VIOLA GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!" The screech that emits from you earns a clattering in the kitchen and wild cursing. You stand up from your phone as if it has caught fire, both of your hands slapping over your mouth. Your eyes widen at the message, the five words on the screen feel as if they're stabbing you.

"What?!" Viola yells as she stomps into your bedroom. With shaking hands, you point at your phone before swallowing. She hip checks you out the way, drying her hands on the kitchen towel. 

"I just broke the ceramic dish me and Taehyung made at the pott- OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!" She screams as she drops the towel. She jumps on your bed, picking up your phone and you close your eyes. 

Writing for him and seeing what he does is one thing. Getting a message from him is clearly another thing altogether. It's with a shaky sigh that you run your hands over your face. 

"He messaged you. I can't believe it and-" She looks over the message before smirking, "He's flirting with you."

With a scoff you look up at the ceiling. Your eyes drift from here to there, not focusing on anything with certainty. Drifting past one of his porns randomly had gotten you here? Flirting with one of the hottest men you'd ever seen in your life. This was like fiction in and of itself. Pushing past your insecurities, your insides clamor with excitement. Arms and legs shaking with adrenaline. 

"Go on! Answer him!" Vi says before pulling you down to sit next to her. Your hands quiver as you take the phone from her, thumbs nervously shivering above the keyboard.

NevermoreWrites: Then what do you do, Yoongi?

"God, imagine if he asks you out on a date? Imagine he fucks you?" She asks, getting comfortable on your bed. 

Her voice falls on deaf ears as you stare at the phone. That nervous niggling beginning to eat at you again. This banter that you'll begin to engage in, where will it lead you? If he wants to meet, you would dare show your face to him? Even after describing Y/N in the books exactly like yourself? 

The insanely loud pop of the Tumblr messenger goes off and you jump from your nervous spell to look at your phone. 

Min1993: I would love to give you some pointers. If you'd be interested. I think myself more of a Bjorn than anything else.

You gasp gently, sending Viola scrambling into your lap. He's read your other books before? Oh God! 

"Amazing! He's amazing! It's official and he has a huge cock!" Viola says before slapping her thighs in a defeated manner.

NevermoreWrites: A Bjorn? Wow, I'm impressed. 

You run your sweaty hands over the knees of your sweatpants. You tilt your head to Viola as she smiles widely. 

Min1993: I've been a fan for a long time Nevermore. Seriously, I have ideas. Give me a call 3721-8724.

Both of you in your room lowly whistle at the same time before laying back on your bed. Your heart beat fills your ears as your roommate giggles. You lay silently for a while before turning to look at one another. 

"So you gonna call him?" She asks quietly as you put your hand over your heart.

"Mhm." You hum to her before beginning to smile. Maybe this project that you began for just yourself is turning into something even bigger than you could ever imagine.

Yoongi doesn't do nervous. He hasn't been nervous since his first audition where he had to have his cock measured. But now, waiting for your phone call, he finds himself incredibly nervous.

Throwing the fourth empty water bottle in the trash, he paces around his kitchen. Even after drinking so much water, his mouth still felt dry. He even put on nice clothes for a phone call. "Something is wrong with me." He whispers to his empty apartment.

This woman, that he's waiting on. The woman he's been a fan of for so long now is going to call him. And, he hopes to the new gods and the old that he doesn't make a fool of himself. Pacing the granite floor of the kitchen, he wills himself to keep his eyes off his phone. Staring at the clock of his oven instead as seconds feel like years. 

It's the ringtone that makes him jump. Knocking over the container of kitchen tools on his counter, he curses before picking up his phone. Taking a deep breath, he answers the call.

"Hello?" His voice is steady, which he is grateful for. But the way his chest vibrates with anxiousness makes him grimace.

"Hi." Your voice is soft. Sending shivers down his spine as he leans against the marble countertop. Your voice sounds so sweet to his ears. 

"Nevermore." The word becomes breathless as he begins to smile.

"Yoongi." 

God, his name from your lips is gold. Shoving off of the counter, his heart finds its regular rhythm. His feet pad to the living room before flopping onto the couch with a sigh.

"I am a big fan of your work." He admits to you. You giggle at his compliment, sending butterflies aflutter in his gut.

“And I am a big fan of your work.” He gives a devious chuckle, his arm finding its way beneath his head as he gets comfortable.

“God, this is nerve wracking.” You say and he can hear your breathless laugh behind it.

The image of your lips, parted ever so slightly and your cleavage come to mind. Swiping his tongue over his lips, he doesn’t find it odd how at ease he has already begun to feel.

“I thought the same thing, but your voice is very calming.” Even without seeing you, he likes to think you’re smiling as widely as he is at his words. 

“Yours too.” You whisper and he can hear shuffling on the other end of the line.

“I really am a big fan. I’ve read all of your books before even seeing that you were writing a series about me.” His fingers play with the hem of his charcoal grey button up shirt as he stares at the ceiling.

“Did I get anything right so far?” You ask him quietly. Your voice was as eloquent as your writing. Every word sounded like a song he never could tire from.

“Some things. I’m a fan of the Yoongi in your book. He’s much braver than me, I like how you portray me. Far better than myself, I’m sure.” He hears you snort gently and he chuckles in return.

“Just because you fuck as a job, doesn’t mean you aren’t human.” You tell him. And, the curse that slips past your lips begins to stir something inside of him.

“You did however get something wrong.” He murmurs, his voice becoming a bit more gravelly as he runs his hand over his chest. The gasp you take, the quick sound has his tongue slowly traipsing along his lower lip as he begins to smirk.

“What did I get wrong?” You ask and the nervousness bubbles through easily. Clearing your throat, he takes that second to chuckle to himself.

“Oh, Nevermore. I don’t make love. I fuck every way till Sunday.” His voice is smooth as velvet, and he finds his cock beginning to stir in his jeans.

“Oh God.” Your voice is faint and you sound like you’re about to pass out.

“I can stop. Or I can show you my ideas on how to make it feel more like me. If you want, we can always just talk about Bjorn or Kyla. What the last chapter is going to be about next week.” He says quickly, hoping he didn’t give you the impression that all he wants is to have phone sex. Because, in all honesty, he doesn’t. He wants to get to know you. Wants to know how your wonderful brain can write such amazing, illuminating things. But, the prospect of you all for him right now is something he cannot pass up.

“No...No. I just haven’t done something like this in a long time.” You admit with a laugh. He chuckles to himself before pulling his arm out from beneath his head.

“We’ll take it slow.” He murmurs before hearing your hum of agreeing.

“Tell me your name. Please.” He hears your unsure hum and he tilts his head. Forehead resting to the couch cushion as he practically feels your hesitant stutter.

“Or don’t. I can call you Nevermore.” He says quickly, hoping to not ruin the mood.

“Y/N.” You whisper.

He chuckles at this. Eyes closing before sniffing. But, you don’t laugh along with him.

“Y/N? Like in the book?” He asks humorously. 

“Yes. Like in the books. My name is Y/N.” Your voice is devoid of any playfulness. Yoongi sits up quickly, fingers carding through his black hair as he nods. You were deathly serious. But, it doesn’t put him off. No. If anything his cock strains harder against the unforgiving tightness of his jeans. With a sigh, he unbuttons them before licking his lips. 

“Fuck. That’s hot.” He announces and the breath of relief you give makes him lay back down. 

“It was supposed to be for me and my readers… I-I never thought that you would re-”

“Y/N.” His voice is quick as he cuts you off, “Shall we begin, little one?”

He can hear your sweet low whine before you hum in agreement. Unbuttoning his shirt slowly, he lets his fingers drift over the smooth skin of his chest.

“You got my cock real hard over here, baby. I’m thinking about that cute little picture you posted for me.” He whispers as he unzips his jeans. 

“Did you like it?” The softness of your voice sends his nerves wrought with excitement.

“Fuck yes. You should have kept it up just a little longer. I was getting hard in public over your little slutty display.” Your gasp elicits a groan from his throat. 

“I wanted you to see how much I appreciated you using my scene in one of your movies.” He finds it cute that you don’t use the word porn like it isn’t something he does almost every day. 

“You can show me now how much you appreciate it. What’re you wearing?” He asks as he tugs off his jeans, throwing them over the lip of the couch without a care. 

“I’m wearing just panties and a t-shirt.” You reply and he groans louder at the thought.

“Fuck. You’re going to take everything off for me, do you understand?” He asks as he discards his button up shirt to the floor.

“Yes.” He curses quietly at your submissive answer before pulling his cock out of his briefs. 

“Your lips looked so pretty parted like that. I want them around my cock.” His hand shakes as he reaches for the length of his cock. Precum beginning to pool at the slit as you keen on the other end of the phone. 

“I’ve wanted to feel you all over me since I first saw your videos.” You admit to him.

“Fuck, I bet you do baby. Touch your nipples for me.” 

With a gentle gasp, you reach for your breasts. Your breath is hitched as you cup them in hand. “Roll your nipple with your fingers and pinch.” He instructs you and your hips bow off the bed at his request.

God, how were you here doing this right now? With him? THE Min Yoongi having phone sex with you. 

Whimpering, you roll your nipples between your fingertips. “I bet you look so pretty playing with your tits, little one.” The use of the pet name that you wrote for him sends you into a frenzy. Stomach unfurling with lava like heat as your legs spread wider on the bed.

“Yoongi, please. I need more.” You beg. The devilish chuckle he gives has liquid arousal seeping out of you towards the mattress.

“You need more? You’ve already seen my cock. I need to picture what your sweet cunt would feel like around me. How you would beg me to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.” You pant at his words, breath devoid in your chest as your toes curl.

“Touch your aching pussy for me, then.” He whispers and you hear his breath hitch on the other end of the line. Your hand dips down your stomach, all the while your fingers continue to pinch and roll your nipples. 

Spreading your pussy lips, you’ve surely never felt yourself this wet before. “My pussy is so wet for you.” 

“Jesus, fuck.” He mutters out and you try to imagine how he looks right now. Laying down with his bottom lip clasped between his teeth. Droplets of sweat sticking to his black sideburns. “I bet your pussy is nice and swollen, hmm? Your clit is probably real sensitive, begging to be touched. Why don’t you rub your clit for me, little one?” 

Doing as told you run your middle finger around your clit in gentle circles. Pressing your lips into a straight line you whimper out quietly. He tuts his tongue in a way that makes your eyes roll back. “Who told you to keep quiet? I want to hear you, Y/N.” 

“Fuck.” You mumble through gritted teeth. Hearing your name actually fall from his lips as he pleases himself, knowing it’s really you who he’s giving his pleasure to makes you moan louder. 

“That’s it. Fuck, you sound so hot. How wet are you for me? Put a finger in your cunt.” With a whine, you do as told. Running your fingers down your sodden lips before entering a finger into yourself. Grabbing your phone off the pillow beside you, you place the phone between your legs as you thrust your finger into yourself. 

The moan he gives is almost hedonistically evil, “Another.” 

Pushing the second finger in, the sounds of your soaked pussy emanate throughout the room and you moan his name loudly. “You’re so hot, Y/N. I swear to fucking God.” His voice sounds muffled as if he’s speaking through gritted teeth. 

“Yoongi. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me.” He whimpers out before groaning. 

“You got me edging myself baby. You sound so fucking good.” Thrusting your fingers, you let out a yelp as you curl them to the spongy spot inside of you. 

“Take them out.” You whine in defiance as you continue to build your pleasure higher. Your eyes roll back as you squeeze at your breast, hips lifting off of the bed.

“Y/N. Take them out of your pussy. Now.” His voice demands respect and submission and with a frown you take your fingers out of yourself. 

“If you aren’t going to listen. We aren’t going to play. I’ll hang up and cum alone, is that what you want?”

“No.” You mumble to him. He hums in agreement as you pick your phone back up from between your legs.

“Put your filthy slut fingers in your mouth and suck your slick.” It’s almost mind boggling how quickly he changed roles. But, fuck, if it doesn’t get you on edge. 

Entering your fingers into your mouth, you whimper at the musky taste on your tongue. “You taste how needy you are for my large cock? Bet it tastes good, doesn’t it? Knowing that your dripping for a porn star you’re dying to fuck.” 

Whining against your fingers, your pussy clenches around nothing as he lets out a laugh. “Spank your cum slut pussy. I want to hear it.” 

Your hand shakes as you rear back before slapping your cunt. “You can do better than that, slut. Slap your filthy cunt.” 

Fuck, how is he so goddamn hot? You slap your pussy, the feeling ricocheting through you as your body jolts. Gasping loudly, you end with his name on your lips.

“That’s it. Good girl, little one. You’re so good at following directions. Play with your clit again, you must be aching.” He says and you can hear movement on the other end of the line. 

“Are you touching your cock?” You ask him.

“Fuck yes. You’re driving me insane, baby.” Your clit throbs, aching to be touched and you concede. Rubbing smooth circles, you whine his name out only to hear a string of curses from his end of the phone. 

"Tell me what you want to do to me." You beg as you continue your ministrations. 

He gives a growl and your eyes roll back at the thought of him stroking his cock to you. "I want to stretch you out on the bed, body flayed for me. Make you cum on my cock so many times you'd go stupid for me. I wanna spank your naughty little cunt for even teasing me this badly." He admits and your whimper earns another curse from him.

"I want to suck your big cock, let you use me like a cocksleeve." 

"Jesus fucking Christ." He says breathlessly. 

"Put your fingers in your pussy. Cum for me, I want to hear it." Your fingers jump at the chance, leaving your breast to play with your sodden hole. 

"I want to bend you over a fucking table and spank you so hard. Want you to drool for my cock and cum. Wanna make you cry for it." You hear faster movement on his end, his breath hitching before groaning loudly.

Entering two fingers into yourself, you keen loudly for him. Toes curling as you set an unrelenting pace. You haven't felt this sexy or turned on in so long. "Did you cum for me?" You ask sweetly before tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Not yet, baby. I'm real good at keeping myself on edge. It's my job, remember. Curl your fingers to your g-spot." He tells you. 

Curling your fingers, your thighs become turse. "Yoongi! Fuck! I-I want to cum for you."

"That's it, little one. Keep going. You sound so gorgeous when you moan for me. Makes me want to please you so well."

"What else do you want to do?!" You ask quickly as the bubble inside of you begins to expand.

"What else? Baby, I want to do everything to you. Wanna suck on your sweet nipples until they're swollen and red for me. Fuck your cunt until your squirting all over me like a fucking slut. I especially want you to let me use your throat how I see fit and cut off your air with my cock. Watch you gasp for breath as you let me use you as a cocksleeve." You gasp for him, eyes screwing shut as your hips lift off the bed.

"Your pussy sounds so wet. You're making a fucking mess, I bet. I would love to lick it up. Taste your pretty litt-" You whine his name loudly, hips gyrating as you reach your precipice. "-Go ahead, little one. Cum for me."

Willing it to be so, you orgasm. Your head lolls back as your ears go deaf with white noise. You feel your cum leak out past your fingers as you fuck yourself through your orgasm. "Such a good girl." He praises as you whimper his name repeatedly. 

"Yoongi." You whine as you ride out your high.

"Still here, baby. I'm so close to cumming." He groans out.

Fisting his cock in hand, he can hear your exhausted pants on the other end of the line. His cock throbs wildly, having been edged to completion four times already.

"I want to suck your dick so badly. Let you cum in my mouth and swallow it. Show you I'm a good girl for you." Your voice is so gentle, so fucking sweet.

"Goddamn, Y/N. I'm- Baby, fuck!" He curses as he shoves his phone up to his shoulder off of his bare stomach.

"Want you to cum in my pussy and make me lick it off your cock." The beautiful thought of his cum glazing your lips and cheeks sends his fist stuttering.

"Y/N! Shit!" He yelps out as he orgasms. He gasps loudly, eyes screwing shut as he ruts his hips into the air. Warm ropes of cum land on his stomach as he moans for you.

"Jesus. Wow." He slurs out, feeling drunk off of the pleasure. 

There's silence for a bit as you both breath heavily. Yoongi's eyes slowly open before he chuckles to himself.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He asks as he uses his boxers to wipe his stomach. You hum in agreement and the sound tickles him pink as he turns his body on the couch.

"Until I read your stuff, I couldn't cum for a long time. I was really not excited about sex anymore until I read your works." He admits to you. 

"Really? But, you seem so into your work." He feels cozy now. This pillow talk going above and beyond anything he could have imagined. 

"I haven't been for a while. This was more erotic to me then most of the women I fuck." Your silence at his words makes him question if he's said something wrong. Picking skin off of his lip with his teeth, he waits for your reply.

"That makes me feel really warm to hear that." You finally say and he lets out a breath of relief before smiling. 

"Well it's true… Listen Y/N. I'd really like to continue talking to you. To get to know you more." 

"I'd like that, too."

"You fucking like it? Like trying to gasp for air around my cock? Hmm?" He seethes through his teeth as he thrusts his cock deeper into his co-stars throat. 

Yoongi has gotten amazing at shutting his eyes and picturing you behind his eyelids. He hasn't even seen you, yet. But, your conversations on the phone, the way you can giggle and talk for hours it was like a dream. A dream he would never want to wake up from. 

You were so real with him. Your personality is so magnetizing that it almost makes him feel like he's always known you. And in a way, he has known you. Your mind, your creativity and the way you write expressed something deep in your soul that he had always known.

The tap to his thigh makes him stop. Pulling his cock out of his co-stars mouth, he slaps it against her cheek. Smearing his precum and her spit over her face, he tugs her hair roughly before smiling. "Look at you, slut. Begging for daddy to stop when you practically got on your knees to grovel for my pleasure. What does that say about you? Hmm?" 

With a whimper she opens her mouth for him again, black mascara tinted tears streaming down her cheeks. "That's a good girl." He praises before entering his cock into her mouth. Your lips would be much better suited for the task he thinks. Remembering how you begged to let him cum in your mouth just to swallow his seed. 

"Jesus. That's it, little one." His cock throbs as her tongue swirls over the head. Pulling her closer with every thrust, his head lolls back. He wants to cum so badly. Wants to release and let the camera see his cum on his co-stars tongue knowing you'll watch it. 

"Fuck. Your slutty mouth feels so good around my cock, baby." He whispers through gritted teeth. He bets his life on it that you would whimper at the taste of his precum as your fingers dig into the skin of his thighs. That you would extend your tongue just to get every drop of his warm cum in your mouth. 

"Y/N! Fuck!" He yelps out as he orgasms. 

Disregarding the name he just said he taps her cheek roughly before pulling out. "Show me and then swallow for daddy, you slut." 

She does as told, the camera panning to her mouth before swallowing. "Good girl." He says before stepping away from the camera and her.

"Did you like it?" He asks as he cracks open his beer. 

With a laugh you hum unsurely, "I don't know. You seemed awfully pleased to cum in her mouth."

Rolling his eyes, he sips his beer before sitting down on his couch. "You know I was picturing your mouth around me, don't be silly." 

You giggle as a reply and he can hear clacking on your end of the phone call. "What're you up to? Writing?" He asks as he puts his feet up on the coffee table. 

"Yeah. Next weeks chapter of Take One." You tell him and he smiles at your words.

"Am I going to fuck you over a table again? That was hot." He mumbles over the lip of his beer bottle. 

"No. You're making love." You say seriously. Rapid tapping enters his ears and he sighs dejectedly. 

"You know I don't do that. I don't know how." He replies.

"I watched that video of you having sex with a woman on your wedding night." He gives a breathy snort before clearing his throat.

"Yeah but I didn't love her. I was acting. Your Yoongi in Take One is seriously in love with Y/N. He gets all emotional and shit." The sound pauses and silence invades his ears. He's gotten used to your long pauses, taking them as a sign of deep thought now rather than nerve wracking. 

"I'll teach you." You finally say to him. 

His eyebrows quirk up and he leans forward on the couch at your words. "You'll teach me?"

"Yeah. I'll teach you how to make love. Teach you how to feel emotion rather than just fucking someone till they can't remember their own name." 

"If you recall, last night you couldn't remember your own name after we had phone sex." He quips back, a smirk playing on his lips. 

"Yoongi."

"Y/N." 

"I'll teach you." You tell him sternly and who is he to say no.

"Yes ma'am." He replies quietly and he can practically feel your smile through the phone. 

"How about on Thursday? Your apartment or mine?" You ask.

He shivers at the thought before running his thumb over his bottom lip. Fuck, you were amazing. "Mine. Should I buy candles? Maybe rose petals? Decorate a heart on the bed with them?" He jokes to you.

"No. Just you and your pretty cock is fine." 

Fuck.

You stand in front of his front door, tilting your head at the brass numbers. You should feel more nervous that you are, you find yourself thinking. You were more excited than anything else. This is like finally seeing a lover after months of being away from one another. But, you’ve never seen each other. Only talked for long hours until the early hours of the morning. 

You feel comfortable talking with him though. Constantly finding yourself at odds with your gut as butterflies flutter endlessly within you. It just felt natural. You weren’t even that nervous for him to see you in your entirety after portraying Y/N in Take One exactly like yourself. 

Taking a deep breath you ring his doorbell. You can hear sound through the midnight blue door and your heart leaps with excitement. 

A minute feels like hours as you stand in the hallway. “Coming!” You hear faintly.

His voice is even rich and creamy through the door, sending your poor nerves on edge. You pull at the hem of your dress, teeth picking at the skin of your bottom lip.

 The door opens and you’re greeted with the handsome face you’ve only seen on screen. Breath catching in your throats, you both look each other over for a second. Taking in his black hair as it sweeps into his eyes and the black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “Wow.” He’s the first to speak.

“Hi.” You whisper before clearing your throat. 

He looks like someone straight off the front page of a magazine. His obvious gawking makes you feel giddy, your stomach flipping and falling like you’re on a high rollercoaster descending to the ground. 

“Hey.” He says, a smile creeping onto his face.

You notice how his arm veins protrude as he pushes the door open wider. “Come in.” 

With the flurry of excitement, you don’t really take in much of his apartment. Besides the fact that it’s clean and neat. You mainly focus on him. On the way he swings the door shut and runs his hands over his face like he’s trying to ebb away a bout of nervousness. Min Yoongi getting nervous, why you’d never think that. 

He presses his back to the door and through his black jeans you can see his thigh muscles tensing. “Wou-Would you like a glass of wine?” He asks, before rubbing his hands together. 

“Sure. That’d be great.” You say.

He nods slightly, before rushing past you and you giggle quietly as you follow him. He’s so endearing. So absolutely handsome.

Rounding the corner, your eyes fall to his dining room table and you shake your head with a laugh at the many candles that are lit. “Very funny.” You say as he steps into the kitchen.

He chuckles to himself, not making eye contact with you as he pops the cork of the wine bottle. “They’re beeswax candles for wax play.” He mumbles and you let out a laugh before leaning down to the table. 

Elbows folding in on themselves, you look over the bright colors before tilting your head to him. Everything he’s doing, every movement and action is filled with tenseness and you feel sorry that he’s so nervous. 

“Yoongs?” You ask gently. 

His head whips to you as you call his name. His smile is gummy and gorgeous as he tilts his head. “You okay?” You question as he picks up the two glasses of red wine.

He hums in agreement before taking a deep breath and handing you the glass. He seems to have an inner struggle with himself as his hand reaches for yours. Probably wondering whether or not he should take it in his own hand. You let him work through it and you’re alright when he puts his hand back down to his side. 

His fingers flex and rub against the fabric of his pants as if he made the wrong call but you don’t say anything. It’s kind of nice to see his all power, sexy demeanor lost at the sight of you. It makes this real. Makes him real.

He shuffles over to the couch and you follow. Sitting down, he stares ahead at the art installation instead of where a television would be in normal living rooms. You can see him swallow multiple times, Adam’s apple constantly bobbing before shifting a glance over to look at you. 

“Nervous?” You ask him before sipping your wine. The flavor bursts in your mouth, undertones of stone fruits and Earth invading your senses. He takes a sip himself before leaning back into the couch and throwing his arm over the top.

“Honestly? A little. You’re exactly how I pictured you.” He says over the lip of the wine glass.

“And that’s a bad thing?” You ask playfully as you cross your legs.

“No! God! No, not at all! It’s kind of amazing. You’re really beautiful. I just don’t hang out with people much. I read your stories and just stay at home by myself.” He finally makes eye contact with you.

His onyx eyes focused solely on your face. They were holding emotions far more than you thought they would. It makes your heart clench, something deep inside of you falling into a cavern without anything holding you tethered. 

“Well, you’re exactly how I pictured you too.” You jeer and he chuckles in reply. 

He seems to relax after that, molding himself into the couch naturally. And you find it surprising how much you adore his not so cocky attitude like you see in his movies. “Your eyes are very pretty.” He announces before leaning over and putting down his wine glass on the coffee table. 

As he moves you can see his upper chest and you tilt your head at the sight. A god among men, perhaps. 

You cross your ankles, outstretching your legs and his eyes flit to your thighs. He licks his lips quickly before sitting back up. “Are you nervous?” He asks as he rests his back against the arm of the couch.

“Not really. I’m more excited to finally meet you, after talking for so long.” He smirks at this before folding his arms. 

“Who would have thought that you would be the one to put me on edge?” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask with a laugh before taking another sip of wine. The alcohol burns nicely as it slides down your throat. Warming your stomach and your insides as he throws one leg up onto the couch bent at the knee. 

“You always seem so shy on the phone. I’m surprised it’s me that is feeling the effects so strongly of our meeting.” He says before holding up his hand as it shakes slightly. 

“I’m not shy on the phone. I’m submissive for you. That’s different.” You retort making him hum as you set down your glass of wine. 

Taking a deep breath, he looks you over once more. There’s something primal in his gaze, taking you in now like prey. He reaches forward, fingers sliding over your dress fabric. Your body turns towards him on instinct, ready for whatever he is going to offer. 

This is something you’ve come to terms with. You like him, kind of adore him actually. Talking with him on the phone, giggling and chatting for hours at a time made him seem so perfect. You were honest with one another, your connection very real.

"And are you going to be submissive for me today? If you choose to spend your time with me?" He asks quietly, the octave in his voice dropping so low you could practically feel the baritone shudder through you.

"No." You tell him confidently and he gives a short laugh before inching his way closer to you.

"And why not? You like it when I make you submit." He whispers. 

He was so close now, that his wine tainted breath fans over your face. 

With him being so close, you could see every emotion in his eyes. Every little thing calling out to you. His tongue slowly licks over his bottom lip and your groin twinges with satisfaction as he begins to smile lazily. 

"Because I came over here to teach you today." 

"Y/N." He whines. 

You watch the way his perfect lips part as he speaks your name. The way it rolls off his tongue like a plea and it makes your stomach coil. 

You press your hand against his clothed chest, feeling his pectoral muscles twitch and you feel power surge through you. He was yours to be with today, not anyone else. Not a co-star or any other person, just you. 

"Yoongi." You reply and you watch his breath catch in his throat. His eyes flutter shut and you smirk as he relaxes at your touch. 

"Say it again."

"Yoongi." He groans at the word and you sit up straighter at the effect you're having on him. It's with a simple giggle that you shove him backwards. He hits the arm of the couch with a grunt before opening his eyes.

Pupils blowing out with lust as his onyx irises gaze upon you. You crawl over his body, his hands finding their place on your thighs upon instinct. 

"I like hearing my name from you." He murmurs before showing you the column of his neck as your head bows down. 

You press your lips to his skin, the scent of fresh soap and linen breeching your nose as you give slow open mouthed kisses to his honey colored skin. His fingers dig harder into the flesh of your thighs and you could feel him trembling beneath you. 

"God, your lips. They feel so good." He whispers before swallowing thickly. 

Your hands roam over his shirt, as you suckle gently on his skin. He gasps gently, eyes fluttering shut as he holds you tightly. "I'm going to teach you." You whisper against his skin before nipping. 

His hips lift at the sting, eyebrows furrowing as he turns his head to give you more access. "Fuck." He seethes through gritted teeth. 

Your fingers begin to slowly unbutton his shirt, his hands snaking over your thighs to your hips before squeezing. "You're so fucking sexy. I knew you would look this good." He says as you lift up to unbutton properly.

"You're pretty hot yourself." You joke and he chuckles before looking back up at you. His thumb drifts over your bottom lip as he locks eyes with you. 

"You want me to feel emotion? You got it." 

Your chest puffs up at his words as you shove open his shirt. Revealing small abs and perfectly smooth skin, it's hard to find a place to focus as your eyes flit from here to there. His hands steady your hips before sitting up. 

He grabs you tightly before slinging you over his shoulder with a chuckle as he stands. "Yoongi!" You gasp out and he bends down just to pick up his wine glass. 

He chugs the contents before walking towards his bedroom. With this angle your eyes focus on his backside, every step contorting the muscles of his fit ass. Your hand reaches out for it and you feel a swat at your own backside. "Behave, little one." 

You whimper at his words, feeling arousal beginning to pool in your panties as he steps over the threshold of his room. You want to look around and take it all in but you're met with his bed first and foremost. 

Throwing you down, he runs his fingers through his hair before crawling over your body. The sheets are silk beneath you and you make out a painting on the wall before his face is in your sights. 

"What the fuck are you doing to me? Hmm? Getting me all nervous around you. Making me want to please you so well just to hear my name fall from your pretty lips." He asks as he runs his hands over your dress.

He discards his shirt and you watch his small abs flex under his taut skin with every breath. "Can I take this off?" He asks sweetly as his fingers find the zipper at the side of you.

You lift your body for him as he unzips. He groans at the sound before pressing his lips to your jaw. Sweet kisses glide over your skin and you gasp at the feeling. "I-I'm sup-supposed to be teaching you." You find the words to say as his lips trail down to your neck. 

He suckles gently at the skin, leaving pink and red rose petals in his wake. "I think I got the gist, little one." He whispers against you before nipping at your collarbone. 

Shoving your dress off of your body, he groans at the sight of you. "This is the bra you wore in that selfie, isn't it?" He asks, running his fingers over the black lace hem of the cups. 

You find it in yourself to hum in agreement as he throws your dress to the floor. You don't care how wrinkled it'll get, you can only focus on him as his hands reach for your almost bare body. 

You were making him feel something. Something he certainly isn't fucking used to. 

Knocking your legs open, he situates himself inside them. "Are you okay? Do you want to continue?" He asks for your confirmation as his hands run over your sides. 

"Yes. Fuck, yes." You whine. He chuckles before bending back down. His hands grab at your breasts, squeezing them rough enough to elicit a loud gasp from you. 

"Your skin is so soft, little one." His tongue laps over the skin atop your bra before tugging down the cups. Your breasts heave up at the action and he groans at the sight. 

"Look at your pretty nipples. Fuck." He curses before encircling your areola with his lips.

You were everything he had hoped to see. Everything he could possibly want and here, underneath him like this was sending him into overdrive. 

His hips rut in the air as he flicks at your nipple with the tip of his tongue. Rolling and squeezing your other breast in hand. Your back bows for him, gentle moans escaping your throat as your legs spread wider.

Your hands grasp at his strong shoulders. As he forsakes your nipple to leave his marks around the skin of your breast. "God, you're fucking amazing." He mumbles before moving to your other breast.

Whining his name, your hips lift up begging for more. Hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties, he slowly pulls them down. Tugging on your nipple with his lips as he leaves your core bare for him. "Spread." He instructs.

You find it arousing how he hasn't even looked down below yet. As if he's waiting to reveal it to himself like the greatest gift. Spreading your legs for him, you can feel strings of arousal breaking and snapping to your inner thighs. 

His lips trail down the valley of your breasts and your breath becomes caught in your chest. His thumbs flick at your nipples as he takes his time, kissing and suckling every inch of you. "What the fuck? Were you made for me? You're so perfect." He says before dipping his tongue into your belly button.

"Yoongi." You whimper out as your fingers find his soft locks. Tugging on it, he growls against your skin before looking up at you. 

"Keep doing that and I'm going to forget this whole love making thing and fuck you till your bow legged." He promises and you tug gently at his hair with a giggle. 

He rolls his eyes in response but you don't miss the smirk he gives. He shoves your legs open roughly and your jaw drops in excitement. He kisses at the bare mound of flesh of your pubic bone before picking his head up. His hums to himself, tongue licking over his lips. 

His bottom lip purchases between his teeth as he makes a V motion with his fingers opening your pussy lips for him. He stares lewdly at your cunt and you could see his hard cock throb through the leg of his jeans. "Look at your pretty little cunt. You're fucking dripping." He mumbles before rearing down and spitting. 

You moan at the feeling, hips thrusting into the air. 

His fingers glide over your soaked cunt. Your eyes screwing shut as he prods at your entrance with a finger. "Eyes open. Watch me." He instructs. 

Your eyes snap open as he nestles his face between your thighs. He breathes in deeply before latching his lips to your now swollen clit. 

"Oh fuck!" You whine loudly as your back bows off the bed.

His mouth was so incredibly skilled, lapping at your clit with such expertise. 

His eyes were on yours as he devours your needy pussy. 

He gives a flat stripe to your sex, before showing you the amount of arousal on his tongue and swallowing greedily. "You taste so fucking good." He mumbles before suckling at your clit again. 

You keen loudly, hands fisting tightly at his hair as he flicks the tip of his tongue to you. Your body jolts with pleasure as you mumble his name. 

Without warning he enters a finger into you. He himself moaning against your sex at the tightness of your dripping pussy. "God! Yoongi!" 

He hums in agreement before lifting up, slowly he drips his spittle from his mouth. You watch with keen eyes as it meets your cunt before he's ravaging you once more. Grinding your clit to the flat of his tongue, you feel white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins. Your skin feels aflame, your stomach tightens as you course towards the precipice. 

He curls his finger inside of you before slipping in another easily. "God look at you, so eager to cum for me, little one. So gorgeous." He praises and you whine as he lets you ride his tongue again.

He could feel his cock begging to be released from the confines of his jeans. Straining so tightly to the fabric as he precums at the sight of you losing all semblance of reality. You were gorgeously fucked out beneath him, cheeks tinged pink with arousal. He feels something stirring in his gut, something completely different than arousal. An emotion that sends him aflutter and he wonders if he's catching real, true feelings for you.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum on my tongue." 

Tugging on his hair harder, he groans against you. The vibration shoots through you as your eyes become spotty. Gasping for air, you babble his name as the tightness within you is almost too much to take. It's the image of him as he picks up his head that makes you lose it. Lips, cheeks and chin coated thickly in your arousal and you careen over the precipice as his fingers lovingly strike the soft bunch of nerves inside of you. 

You see stars as you orgasm. Hips undulating violently as your ears ring with white noise. "Goddamn." You hear from him faintly as your thighs shake.

He watches you lay so fucked out beneath him and he smiles. Yeah. He's caught fucking feelings. Moving up your body, he presses gentle kisses to your nipples before kissing you. 

Your first kiss together is wildly heated. Tongues lashing over one anothers as he caresses your cheek with his thumb. You can taste your arousal on his tongue and you whimper against him as he flips you over easily. "You're so fucking pretty." He murmurs with wonder.

Your legs straddle over him and you barely notice his hand creeping down your stomach. He rears back before slapping your pussy hard. You writhe with overstimulation, gasping loudly as your thighs lock. "Had to." He jokes before hooking his hand around your neck and pulling you down for a kiss. 

The kiss is languid now, tongues exploring each other's mouths as you unbutton his jeans. The sound of the zipper sounds so loud in the silent room and it fills you with gusto for what's to come next. 

He doesn't break the kiss as he shoves his pants down roughly. He sighs loudly into your mouth as his cock springs free from the confines of his jeans and briefs. 

You've been dying to see his cock in person. And boy, does it not disappoint. You practically gape at the size and thickness. Rose colored veins meet your gaze on his length and you find yourself practically drooling at the sight. His bulbous head is a mean shade of red as it weeps precum begging to be touched. "All for you." He says as he runs his thumb over your bottom lip.

"Me and every other porn star." You joke and he clicks his teeth at your words.

"I don't want them like I want you. I've never wanted to feel a body like yours in years. You're special to me, don't you get that? You make me feel shit. You make me cum. Nobody does that anymore, baby." Your eyes greet his as he speaks. And, you watch him earnestly pour out his emotions. You give him a sweet smile before running your hands over his chest.

He sighs at the contact before combing his hands through your hair. "I'm serious. You want me to make love to you? You got it. You want me to fuck you so hard you'll beg me to stop? You got it. Anything. Anything you want, I'm here to please you." 

Your heart swells at his words and you smile wider before grasping his cock. He gasps at your touch, hips rutting into the air before gritting his teeth. "I want to please you." You tell him.

"By all means." He mumbles as his jaw muscles flex. 

Bending down, you pepper kisses over his long length. Earning gentle groans from him as his hands make a ponytail with your hair. Your tongue laps at a trail of precum as it lazily runs down his length and he shivers in response. "Fuck." He curse before gripping tighter at your hair.

Swirling your tongue around the tip, he lets out a hiss of pleasure. The sound makes your pussy clench around nothing. "Goddamn." 

Spreading your legs wider with his hands, he rubs gentle circles onto your clit and you moan loudly as you take his length into your mouth. "Agh, Christ. Your mouth is amazing." He hisses out as you assiduously work your mouth on his cock.

Hollowing your cheeks with every suck, you feel brazen as he moans your name. "Not even some porn stars can suck cock like this. Jesus Christ!" He yelps out as he shoves your head down on his cock. Gagging around his length, he moans louder at the sound. 

Tears spring forth from your eyes as you look up at him. His bottom lip is trembling between his teeth as you run your tongue flat over the base. "That's it, baby. Just like that. Your mouth is amazing, baby girl." He praises you and you keen as he pinches your nipple. 

You whimper against his large cock, your hands gripping at his terse thighs as he lifts his hips with every head bob. He makes it a point to praise you every time you gag. Show love to your body as you cry on his cock. 

Spittle and precum stream over your chin as he begins to lose himself in the pleasure. "God, I've wanted to fuck your mouth for so long. Since you put that selfie up for me. I knew you would feel so fucking good around my cock, baby. So fucking eager to please me." His cock begins to throb as you swallow around him. Trying to get him as deep in your throat as possible. 

"Fuck yeah. Let me use you like a fucking cocksleeve." He murmurs out as your nose nestles to his bare pubic bone. He rears back before spanking your cunt again. Your body undulating at his ministrations and he holds up his hand showing you your fresh wave of arousal on his fingers. 

"Look at how horny you are for me. Fuck you're incredible." He enters his fingers into his mouth, moaning both at your taste and as he fucks his cock deeper into your throat. 

This wasn't particularly love making in a normal sense, but who gives a fuck. Right now, as he fucks your throat you can only whimper and want more. Getting so caught up in being with him that there really wasn't anything but perfection in this very moment. "Y/N. You're going to make me cum, baby. You're- Fuck." He curses before pressing his lips into a straight line. 

He tugs on your hair roughly, his eyes still on you and surprisingly not on his cock as it disappears into your mouth. His heart swells with admiration, wiping your cheeks of your tears as his jaw tightens. Licking over his base you watch him gasp loudly and your thighs tighten around his.

"Oh baby. Fuck. I'm cumming! Shit!" He whines out and his cock gets thicker inside your throat before orgasming. His eyes roll back as ropes of cum slide down your throat. He whispers your name ardently as you swallow diligently.

"Show me." He gasps out and you pull off of his cock before opening your mouth. 

"Such a good girl." He praises.

He takes a second, blinking the lusty haze from his eyes before flipping you onto your back. You giggle at the sudden movement, a smile painted on his face as he leans down to kiss you. Discarding your bra to the floor, he pecks at your lips.

"First woman in my bedroom. First woman to get me to cum that hard in so long. I got a lot of firsts going on today." He whispers against your lips before nipping your bottom lip. 

"Really? I'm the first girl in your bed?" You ask, surprised.

"Oh yeah. No ones ever been this special for me to invite them over. Keep playing your cards right and I'll make you dinner." He jokes as he spreads your legs.

Your giggle is cut off as he enters two fingers inside of you before stretching. With a whimper, you whine his name. "Cum for me one more time. I gotta stretch you to fit my cock in." He expertly curls his fingers inside you and your chest heaves upwards at the feeling.

"You-You never stretch any of the other girls on camera." You say as he scissors you open.

"They don't need to be stretched, they're constantly loose or have already been prepped. Also, stop talking about them and my job. This is about us right now." He says before silencing you with a kiss. 

The pad of his thumb rubs over your bundle of nerves and you gasp into his mouth. His fingers begin to fuck you faster as his tongue glides over yours. His taste, the subtle hints of wine and your arousal have your mind becoming fuzzy for the second time. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, arms hooking over the back of his neck as he nips at your tongue.

"You're such a good girl cumming again for me." He whispers before curling his fingers so fast inside of you that you feel all the air in your lungs disappear. 

"Y-Yoongi! Fuck! I'm-"

"Go ahead, baby girl." With a loud moan you orgasm for the second time and he scissors your pliant channel open as he whispers words of praise in your ear. Your vision goes white behind your eyelids and you barely feel his fingers leave you. 

He waits for you to come down from your high. Caressing your cheek with loving strokes as he aligns himself to your entrance. You whimper as he prods at you before looking up for confirmation.

"Just say the word and we can stop. I don't want to push you too much on the first round." So he wants more with you? 

You pull him closer and he pushes his bulbous head past your entrance. Both of your mouths falling open in tandem as he slowly thrusts inside. He was stretching you so open, the feeling almost mind boggling. 

"Oh God." You whine as he buries his face into your neck. Kissing over your heated skin, he pushes himself to the hilt inside of you. He allows you to adjust around his considerable length as he plays with your nipples. Pinching and rolling them between his fingertips. 

"I'll make love to you for however long you let me." He announces into the crook of your neck. 

He suckles more vivid colors to the surface of your skin as your legs wrap around his waist. He pulls out slowly, letting the head of his cock drag against your soft walls before thrusting harshly back inside.

The both of you moan loudly, your hands scrambling to grab onto his arms as he begins a diligent pace. He pulls your face with his hand to look at him as he fucks you lovingly. "You drive me so crazy. So fucking nuts. I can't believe I get to do this with you. You're like a dream." He whispers before kissing you softly. 

The balls of your feet dig into his backside as he continues his pace. You can tell he's dying to go faster but he makes it a point to give you what you want. He was truly making love to you, every thrust having purpose and meaning as he sheathes himself inside of your heat. 

"So nice and wet for me. So fucking tight." He seethes out through clenched teeth and you rock your hips with every thrust to meet him. He grabs your hands before intertwining your fingers together. 

His lips suckle at your skin as he begins to fuck you faster. Sweat beginning to produce on his sideburns. Your hands tighten your grip on his as you lift your hips for more. "I really like you." He tells you as you moan.

"I like you, too. A lot." He smiles before thrusting harder inside of you. Your head lolls back as he begins to fuck you with everything he has. 

"Oh fuck! Y/N!" He cries out into the valley of your breasts. You're a blubbering mess beneath him now, the tightening in your stomach coming back in full force as each thrust meets your cervix folds. 

Lifting himself up, he watches how your breasts jiggle with every thrust. How gloriously in pleasure you are beneath him and he can't deny the feeling of ardent emotion as his heart strings tug at the sight. "Shit!" He curses loudly before letting go of your hands to grip your hips.

Pulling you down onto his cock with fluid motions, you feel his cock begin to throb within you and your pussy clenches around him.

His hand reaches for the apex of your thighs, pinching your clit skillfully. Your eyes roll back, mouth drooling for his cock as he splits you open.

"You're so fucking tight for me. So fucking made me for me. Who does this pussy belong to?" He asks before pinching your bundle of nerves again.

"You! Yoongi!" You gasp out as your veins pump with pleasure. 

"Cum for me again." He mumbles.

He hooks your ankle over his shoulder before drilling into you at a speed that shouldn't be humanly possible. Mumbling his name incessantly you cum for him a third time. Eyes screwing shut as your cunt milks his cock for his cum. "Fuck yeah. So fucking tight." He mutters out as he watches you bask in deep seeded pleasure.

Your cum squirts out of you, landing on his thighs and he growls animalistically before pulling out of you. Flipping you over, he lifts your hips in the air and you can barely understand what's happening as you moan loudly. He enters you in one fluid motion, simultaneously spanking your ass hard. 

Lurching forward you moan his name as you grip at his bedsheets. Fisting them until your knuckles become white. "Fuck. You're so amazing. So fucking willing to keep creaming on my cock." He growls out as his hand grabs at the back of your neck.

He pulls you back onto his cock with fervent need, his eyes on your smarting globes and the way your pussy sheathes him so tightly. "So beautiful." He says before smacking your ass again.

You appreciate the sting, letting it bring you back to reality. His hand finds the junction of your thighs once more and he rubs furious circles to your clit. You yelp out at the over stimulation, eyes watering with tears. 

"Yoongi! Can't!" You whimper. 

"Yes you can. My woman can do anything." He's claimed you right then and there. You allow yourself to be pushed through the over stimulation, crying and whimpering before your simpering turns to loud moans.

"That's it, baby. Good fucking girl." He seethes out before spanking you again. "Let's go for four." He pulls out of you almost fully before spitting on your battered cunt. Pulling you harshly back onto his cock, your cunt continues to convulse around him as he begins to throb harshly.

"Oh fuck. You're going to make me cum." He alerts you. Thighs shaking, you rock your hips back to him with every thrust. Your hands grip the sheets tighter as you cum for a fourth time without warning. 

You bury your face into the mattress crying out loudly as he groans. "Oh fuck! Baby!" He yells out before stilling inside of you.

Ropes of cum smatter the walls of your cunt and you whimper feebly as the warmth fills you. He lays his chest to your back before kissing your cheek. You can feel his chest heave for air behind you and he pulls out gently. Pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek, he chuckles as you cream with his cum. 

You flip onto your back with a tired whine and he laughs quietly. Bending down, he kisses you gently before standing. "Let me clean you up, okay?" 

You hum as you close your eyes. God, hes fucking incredible. 

Cleaning you up, he watches as your head lazily tilts towards him. "You okay?" He asks with a laugh. 

Snorting gently you nod before looking over his naked body. "Did you mean what you said? Do you like me?" You ask him and he stops his ministrations.

Bending down he kisses you. The kiss filled with passion and reverence. "Yes. I like you. Very much." He replies.

"So...what are we?" You ask quietly as he lays down beside you.

His arms pull you into his chest as he rests against the headboard of his bed. Pushing some stray hairs behind your ear, his lips meet your hairline. Brushing against it gently, he closes his eyes. 

"I claimed you while we were having sex and that still stands. I'd like to see where this goes between us. Your soul is so pure, so honest and I'd like to know you on every level I possibly can." Your eyes flutter shut and you smile into his chest as he holds you tighter. 

"I'd really like that Yoongi."

"Me too, little one."

"Baby." His voice is loud as he steps over the threshold of your shared apartment. 

You jump at the noise, sending your fingers flying over the keyboard of your laptop before looking up. You smile at his figure, his bleach blonde hair falls into his eyes as he smiles back. You erase the keyboard smash before closing your laptop.

"Don't stop on my account." He tells you as he sets his keys down on the kitchen table.

"I'm almost done anyway, I was just editing the next chapter." He raises an eyebrow at you before padding over and kissing the top of your head. You purse your lips for a kiss but he hums awkwardly.

"Might not wanna kiss me. I gotta go take a shower too." He says before taking off his shirt and showing you the wax candle burn marks on his chest. You laugh, rolling your eyes as he winks at you.

He notices how your eyes shift to your laptop as he continues to stare. What are you hiding? "Wanna come take a shower with me?" He asks as he discards his pants.

"Sure." 

"Who'd you film with today?" You ask as Yoongi runs the bar of soap over your back, pressing sweet kisses over your bare shoulder.

"Candy. She says hi." He whispers as he pulls you closer to his naked body.

"While she was gagging on your cock?" He snorts into the nape of your neck before swatting at your backside. Whining at the sting, you turn your head and pout to him. He nips at your protruding bottom lip before nuzzling his nose into your wet hair.

"What were you writing before? Take One?" You hum in agreement as he runs the bar of soap over your breasts.

"What are we doing this time? Fucking in a car on our way to the Porn Awards? Or, maybe going on that vacation we won at the charity ball?" He quips and your body goes rigid as he questions you. Fuck, you're acting odd. 

"Just fucking." You say, your voice sounding small under the sounds of running water as it slaps the floor. 

He pulls away from you before rinsing his body off. "I'm done with the shower, are you?" He asks, finding himself sounding distant. 

You shut the water off and grab the towel from him watching him walk away and out of the bathroom.

Yoongi lays in bed, watching you comb through your hair with your fingers and he folds his arms. Your back muscles were terse and he raises an eyebrow as you throw your body down onto the bed as if you're frustrated. 

He can't seem to understand where this was coming from. You've been together for years now and every time you've shown this sort of tantrum or distance from him, he's always just fucked it right out of you till you couldn't remember why you were upset in the first place.

You were usually very vocal. He remembers the first fight you had gotten into, something that he still agrees is his fault. He was careless at first, when you began dating. Not really telling you the subject of the porns he was filming.

He would come home with hickies and scratch marks, without thinking of how you would take it. But, he hadn't had to explain himself to anyone ever. So he understood when you finally snapped and cursed him out. You put him on a sex ban for almost a month and he felt like a hollow shell, reverting back to not being able to cum inside of his co-stars for that little while. 

Just thinking about it gives him shivers and he pulls the covers over his chest higher. Getting comfortable in bed, your back is turned towards him. "Baby, come lay on me." He insists as he runs his hand over your bare thigh.

You stay silent before huffing out and flipping over. Wrapping his hand around your body, his thumb presses into the muscles around your spine. Kneading them gently as his lips drift over your temple. "What's wrong, baby girl?" He asks quietly.

"Nothing. I'm fine." You reply as you lay your cheek on his chest. He rolls his eyes at your hollow words before tipping your chin up with his index finger.

"I'm your fiance, you're supposed to talk to me. We're in this for life, remember?" His eyebrows raise with his words as your fingers run over the wax burns on his body.

"I'm fine. Seriously." You give him the fakest smile he's ever seen in his life before closing your eyes and he sighs a little too loudly.

What the fuck did you write that's got you so upset?

Yoongi picks at the skin on his lip as he watches you sleep. You've been distant for over a week now and he's starting to think he's done something frighteningly wrong. 

He made it a point to tell you that he didn't need to read Take One anymore. That you could pour your emotions and feelings into the story almost like a diary. He wanted you to have that creative outlet that brought you so much freedom.

He loves that about you. Anything and everything you write has meaning, you make it count. And, if you needed to write about how annoyed you were with him in your books then so be it. Vent to your heart's content as long as any real major problems were discussed with him first. 

But, God there was something wrong and he knows he would find the answer if he opens up Take One. Grabbing his phone off the bedside table, he lays you down gently before standing up. He stares at you for a second in your moonlit bedroom, watching you wriggle from the movement before becoming dead to the world once more. 

He sighs as he walks to the bathroom. His feet pad against the heated floor before locking himself in. Sitting down on the toilet, he unlocks his phone. Blinking rapidly at the bright light before scrolling through your blog. 

Chapter 99: To New Beginnings

"Oh Jesus." He mumbles nervously before putting his cheek on his hand as he begins to read.

It's early morning when your husband wakes you up. Breakfast in bed was never his thing, burning eggs so easily as if they were going out of style. 

But it was a welcome sight as your stomach grumbles with hunger. His smile stutters your heart as he sets the plate of food down before you. 

His touch is warm as he caresses your cheek. The feeling waking you up faster than the strongest coffee ever could. 

After last night's ball, how you danced among countless bodies with no faces, he seemed to become reinvigorated. Wholly invested in love for one another. 

He watched children in small dresses and suits play beneath glittering chandeliers. Watched their small bodies dance effortlessly to the cords of classical music and it struck something inside of him. 

"Little one." He whispers to you.

Looking up from your plate, your eyes greet his. His irises show you nothing but ardor as he grabs for your hand. 

Running his thumb over your wedding band, he swallows thickly. Nervousness sweeps through you as his eyes flutter closed. 

"What's wrong?" You whisper, setting down your plate.

"Nothing. Nothing is wrong. I just want to talk to you." You nod to him, sitting up straighter as you give him your undivided attention. 

His hand is atop yours, running smooth circles over your skin. In the morning sunlit room, you can see his forehead crease with tension. It seems like he has something to say and it just won't come out. Like he could shout underwater without any outcome. 

He takes a deep breath before looking up at you again. 

"I want to try for a baby." He tells you. 

Your heart lurches deep in the recesses of your chest. Eyes wideni-

"Oh, baby girl." Yoongi whispers before running his hand over his exhausted face. He has thought about it, surely. But, he never put much stake into it with the job he has. 

This is why you've been so distant? You want a baby? Why weren't you comfortable enough to tell him? You could talk to him about anything and everything.

It doesn't seem far fetched to think about having children with you. You were the greatest love of his life, the only love of his life. If it's what you want, then he wants that too. 

The thought sends his mind alive, waking from his exhaustion as he continues to read.

Sliding his hands over your bare body, his lips caress your breasts. Suckling at your nipples with the new intention of having them swell for his child. 

"God, how amazing you're going to look with my child inside you. So pretty and swollen for me." He whispers above your nipple, his breath hardening the bud to stiff peaks.

With a gentle mewl, he spreads your legs. Eyes on yours as his irises begin to swell with lust. 

"Wouldn't you love that, baby? Letting me cum deep inside your fertile womb and give you my son or daughter?" He asks as his fingers knead at the flesh of your thighs.

"Yes! Fuck! I want you to put a baby in me!" You cry out as he begins to smirk deviously.

Yoongi shifts in his seat, hand reaching down for his cock before stopping. God, this was fucking hot. 

Then he imagines you, swollen with his child as he lavishes upon your body. You walking down the street hand in hand as your rub circles onto your stomach. 

"Oh fuck." He mumbles before rubbing at his cock through his briefs. 

Reading through the sheer eroticism you have written, he finds the thought of you becoming pregnant weighing heavily on the front of his mind. Knowing him, he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it until he makes it a reality.

Standing up from the toilet, he opens up the medicine cabinet doors. Rifling through the small objects and toiletries he finds your birth control container. Without a second thought he clutches it tightly in his hand. "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you."

Unlocking the bathroom door, he leans against the door jamb as you lay fast asleep. “Fuck, I love you.” He whispers, before walking back over to his side of the bed.

You can see him staring at you through the big mirror in your bedroom out of the corner of your eye. Shutting your laptop, you meet eyes with him and you both tilt your heads at the same time to each other.

You giggle gently before looking down at the comforter beneath you. You really shouldn’t have been so pissy with him over the last few days, especially when you haven’t even talked to him about why you were so short and rude. 

He knows you too well by now, he probably knows something must be going on with you. It’s just all been coming to a head lately, you could say. Seeing Viola and Taehyung’s baby, seeing pregnant women in the street glowing and looking happy. It makes you feel like something is missing in your life. 

And, you want these things with him. You love him with every ounce of your being. You should just talk to him, just tell him. It scares you, what if you tell him and he says that because of his career it’s not really too hopeful to have a child. It’s nerve wracking.

“What’s up, baby girl?” Your fiance asks as he sits up straighter. His onyx irises feel like daggers through the mirror and you stand up before giving him a sweet smile. 

“Nothing, going to get ready for bed.” He hums to you before throwing his phone on the bedside table. 

Rifling through the medicine cabinet, you raise an eyebrow at where your birth control should be. You move things around before furrowing your eyebrows. 

“Yoongs?” You call to him as you shove his razors and shaving creams out of the way.

“Yeees?” He asks before stepping into the bathroom behind you.

“Have you seen my birth control?” You ask quietly.

You feel his lips press against the back of your neck. Giving soft kisses to your skin, he ignores your question as his hand runs over the hem of your tank top.

“Babe?” You ask gently.

Shoving your tank top up, your breasts bounce freely before being shielded by his hands. He groans as he cups them, squeezing gently. Your body shudders at his touch, pressing back into him as you steady yourself on the granite countertop. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I love you so much.” He murmurs against your skin.

Tilting your head to give him more access, you raise your arm to rifle through more of the medicine cabinet. He’s quick to push your arm back down, grinding his hardening cock against the globes of your ass. 

“You aren’t going to find them, they’re gone.” He tells you as he rolls your stiff peaked nipples with his fingers.

With a whimper, your eyes flutter shut adoring the attention. Especially, when you think you don’t deserve it with how nasty you’ve been with him lately. 

Kissing over the shell of your ear, he holds you closer before thrusting his hand down the front of your sleep shorts. Gasping gently, your hand hooks around the back of his neck. 

“Wh-Why won’t I find them?” You lick your lips as his fingers part the folds of your pussy. 

Suckling small marks of reds and pinks, you can hear his hum. Feel it vibrating through his chest as he holds you so close. 

“Because I have them." He whispers before spreading your feet wider apart with his own. Running his fingers over your cunt, he moans as your slick begins to coat his fingers. Digging into his sweatpants pocket he produces the aluminum packet, holding it between his two fingers.

“Why?” You question him, before biting your lip as he rubs circles onto your clit with his middle and index fingers. 

“Because I’m going to stuff you full of my cum and make you carry my child.” He says nonchalantly.

You gasp loudly as he slaps your pussy gently. How could he know what you wanted? Was he that in tune with you? 

"Can I throw them away baby?" He asks, his breath fans over your ear before nibbling your earlobe.

"Yes." Your voice is breathless. 

Groaning at your response he chucks the packet into the garbage before picking you up with his strong arms. Taking off to the bedroom, he kisses over your neck.

“I’ve been thinking about getting you knocked up for the past few days. It makes my cock so hard to think of you swollen with my child, baby girl.” He says as he throws you unceremoniously down onto the mattress. 

Rubbing your thighs together, you watch him crawl up the bed. His tongue laps slowly over his lower lip as his eyes devour you. 

It sends your heart racing. Knowing that he’s going to fuck you with such intent. Knowing that he’s fucking you with purpose and not just for both of your pleasure. 

“Why do you think I haven’t been shooting all week? I want my cum to be potent for your fertile cunt.” He announces as he climbs over you. 

His hands grip at the sides of your shorts before tugging down roughly. Leaving you bare and open to him as he spreads your legs wide. He eyes your soaked cunt before giving you a lazy smirk. Running his fingers through his blonde hair, you can feel your gut explode with wanting. 

“You’re going to let me fill your sweet pussy up, aren’t you baby? Let me fill you to the brim till your tight little cunt is dripping with it.” You let out a sob of pleasure as he plucks at your nipple with his lips. 

“Yes! I want you to give me a baby so badly!” You whine out as he nestles between your legs.

He lavishes on your breasts, groaning gently as your hips thrust upward. Your pussy clenches around nothing, your clit starting to swell with need. His hands press your hips down firmly to the bed as you writhe beneath his ministrations. He looks up at you, his eyes give a stern warning and you know not to move again without being told. You whimper his name gently as he kisses down your stomach, mouth leaving hot, wet kisses before hovering over your womb.

“Look at you. You beautiful minx, I can’t wait to see you swell with what’s mine.” He whispers before licking from your lower stomach to your sex. His tongue is achingly slow, sending your toes curling as you do your best to keep your ass planted on the bed. 

Kissing and suckling at your slick folds, he moans at the taste of you. Lapping up your arousal on his tongue like it’s his favorite meal. Frankly, it fucking is.

"Oh Yoongs! Fuck!" You whine as his arms hook around your thighs. 

Prodding at your entrance, the amount of arousal that leaks from you has his lower half already rutting into the mattress. When it comes to his job he can stave off any sort of pleasure but with you, he just can't help losing himself. 

He enters his finger into you slowly, enjoying how your thighs twitch and lock as he suckles on your swollen nub. 

"Fuck. You're soaked." He groans loudly against you. 

Adding a second finger, he could already feel you beginning to pulsate around him. Trying your hardest to not move at his request. "Grind on my tongue baby, you deserve it." He murmurs before letting his tongue hang out.

With a mewl, your hands fist at his blonde hair before gyrating your hips. Your eyes meet and the whimper you give has his cock twitching into the mattress. 

"I want it so badly. Want you to get me pregnant with your baby. Fuck me so full of cock and cum." You whine loudly.

His eyes roll back at your words as your breath quickens. His fingers curling so fast inside of you, it must be the work of the devil. 

"I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" White hot pleasure courses through you, cutting your nerves to the quick. 

Your fiance grips hard at your thigh, his fingers pumping into so fast you might have just seen Jesus as you rush towards your precipice of pleasure. 

His tongue flicks your clit at a dangerous speed sending you over the edge moaning his name loudly. Back bowing off of the bed, you cover your mouth with a shaking hand as you let out a sob of pleasure.

He kisses over the inner skin of your thighs waiting patiently for you to come down from your high. Running your fingers through his hair, you wince as he scissors you open.

"I know baby, but I gotta prep you. Your pretty pussy is too tight for my cock." He tells you as his lips drift over your skin. 

Stretching you open, he tugs down his sweatpants before sighing at the freeing feeling. Watching his cock spring out, you let out an involuntary moan at the sight. Precum weeps mercilessly from the head as his tip turns an angry shade of red. 

Spreading your legs wider with his own, he pulls his fingers from you gently. The loss of being full makes you focus more on his cock. As his eyes run over your figure, you can see it pulse and twitch with need. Your mouth goes dry at the sight, hips lifting off the bed at the sheer excitement of being filled with him. 

“I know baby. I’m coming.” Yoongi whispers before running his cock through your slick folds. The stimulation to your clit has your jaw tightening as your teeth grit together. It’s a sexy concoction of overstimulation and need as your body jolts with each rut against you. 

Pressing his lips needily to yours, your tongues collide in heated passion. Gripping the base of his cock, he enters you slowly. Moaning in tandem into each other's mouths. 

“Christ, your cunt is so tight.” He groans out against your lips as he thrusts himself to the hilt. 

Letting you adjust around him, his lips pluck at the column of your neck. “Gonna look so pretty for me, little one. So beautiful with my child inside of you. I can’t wait to eat your needy cunt while rubbing your big belly.” He whispers against your neck, groaning loudly as your pussy clenches around him at his words. 

“Oh, you like that so much don’t you? Picturing my baby inside you as I fuck you every way I can.” He jeers as his fingers roll your nipples almost painfully slow. 

“Yes! I can’t wait to be big for you. Sucking your cock as you play with my milky tits.” You whisper as you card your fingers through his hair. 

“Oh, fuck yeah.” He curses.

Pulling out of you, he steadies himself on his elbows above you before thrusting hard into you. Your hands grip at the sheets beside you, knuckles going white as your head lolls back.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby. Soaking my cock so nicely. Shit.” He whispers in your ear. 

The feeling of his breath producing goosebumps on your skin as he begins to bulldoze himself inside of you. Hooking your legs around his waist, you begin to meet each thrust with your hips. 

“Your cock feels so good inside me! I love when you fuck me!” You moan for him as he sits up on his knees.

Shifting your leg over his body, he presses your legs flat against one another. Your pussy becomes tighter around him at the new angle as he practically turns you on your side. Spanking the globe of your ass, you moan as your skin smarts with the sting of his slap. 

“Gonna take my cum deep in your aching little cunt, aren’t you little one? Let everyone in the street know how well I fuck you to get you so nice and big for me.” His head lolls back, licking at his lips as he grips at your hip. 

Plowing into you, your mind becomes muddled. Babbling and whining as he fucks you with every ounce of passion he has. “Rub your clit for me baby, I’m so close to blowing a load in your sweet pussy.” 

Lifting your leg, he grips your knee as you press it against his stomach. Your fingers rub your clit with furious circles, aided by how much of your slick weeps out of you. "Oh fuck, you feel so good, baby. I'm so close." He whispers as his eyes flutter shut.

His bottom lip purchases between his teeth as he holds your leg tighter to his body. Snapping his hips faster your stomach churns with delight. Your eyes flutter shut as you lift your hips higher, letting the head of his cock brush against the soft patch of nerves inside you.

He could feel your cunt beginning to twitch and clench around his cock and he curses loudly before bending down and kissing you deeply. Swallowing your moans, he groans against you as the head of his cock brushes against your cervix folds. Losing your mind once more, you grip onto his shoulder.

"I'm cumming!" You sob out as your eyes fill with tears.

"Good girl, baby. Cum on my cock. You look so gorgeous when you cum for me." His thumb trails over your bottom lip as you lose yourself in the pleasure.

Your body locks before going boneless as you orgasm. Sobbing loudly, your back bows off the bed. Ears ringing with white noise, you whimper gently. 

"Oh shit! That's it, little one. Your pussy got so tight!" He cries out as he snaps his hips harder. 

His hands grab at your breasts, squeezing and rolling them roughly as his thrusts become erratic and out of rhythm. 

"Oh God, please give me a baby. Take my cum deep in your pretty pussy. Please baby." He begs as he stills inside of you.

"Fuck, take it deep baby girl. Shit!" He cries out as ropes of warm cum paint the walls of your cunt. 

He lets out a shaky breath before burying his face into your neck. "I love you baby so much." 

He pulls out gently before lifting your hips. "Keep 'em up for a bit." He instructs before kissing you sweetly.

"You read Take One, didn't you?" You ask, voice riddled with exhaustion. 

When he doesn't respond you smirk tiredly. His lips drift over your cheek before nodding.

"Forgive me." He whispers to you.

He sits up on his knees before stuffing his cum back into your pussy as it begins to slowly weep from you.

"I'm sorry I wrote it and didn't explain why I was being so coarse with you." He runs his thumb over your bottom lip.

"I love you, little one. We're perfection together and children will only add to our amazing life. I want them with you, too. I want everything with you." He tells you, onyx irises staring earnestly.

You giggle before opening your arms. Laying beside you, he clicks his teeth before pulling you into his side. 

"I love you, too. Always." You say as you hook your chin to his pectoral muscle. He wrinkles his nose to you before kissing your forehead.

Sitting down on the couch, you close your laptop before side eyeing your fiance. 

There he sits, beautiful and poised as ever. Sipping his beer, his hand lands on your thigh. He leaves gentle strokes as he notices the attention you're giving him. 

Turning his head away from the movie, he tilts his head to you before leaning in and kissing your forehead. You smile at the warmth of his lips before coddling into his side. 

"Finished this weeks chapter?" He asks gently as his thumb caresses your skin.

"The last chapter actually." You reply as he offers you a sip of his beer. You shake your head with a smile as you extend your feet to the coffee table. 

"Last chapter? But we have so much more to do together. Like getting married and having kiddies. Buying a house and things of that nature." He whispers as he kisses your cheek.

"The ending is perfect for right now. I would really like you to read it." 

Muting the television, he turns his body towards you fully before furrowing his eyebrows. "I don't read it anymore, you know that. It's a trust thing for us." 

You giggle before putting the laptop on his lap. "Just read it. Okay? It's the last chapter… You might find it...uplifting." You tell him.

Placing the beer on the table, he sucks air in through his teeth before opening up your laptop. "Alright." He mumbles

Your feet find their place tucked underneath you as he begins to read.

There are certain ways that one can feel pure bliss. Whether it be seeing a lost loved one after a long while or hearing a song that strikes all of the right cords inside of you. Pure bliss can come in many forms. 

Today was your form of pure bliss. The sex god, your sex god had finally arrived back home from work. Sweaty, with a tired smile gracing his face as he throws his leather jacket onto the coat rack.

Your insides jump with joy, nervously excited giggles raring to pass your lips as he turns to you.

"Hi beautiful." He murmurs with a wide smile before pecking your lips gently.

"Hi." You whisper again his lips before copying the expression on his face.

His head turns to the dinner table, fully set with hot food waiting in the middle. Two candles on either side, picturesque like it was taken straight out of Good Housekeeping. 

"Wow. This looks amazing. Thank you baby!" Yoongi claps his hands happily as you both walk over to the table. Usually you both sit at the ends of the table but today you've taken the seat beside him.

Grabbing your hand, he gives the back of it a gentle kiss before leaning back in his chair. 

"Why such a lush dinner? Did you see my newest movie?" He asks with a laugh.

Butterflies roam free within you at his question. You giggle with him before holding your breath as he picks up the linen napkin from his dish. He gives a quick glance to the plate before almost giving himself whiplash to look back down at it. Sitting in the middle of the plate is a monochrome picture. 

Just a little hint of something white inside grey matter. Taking a sharp breath, he lets out a strangled noise before shaking hands approach the picture. "Oh my God." He whispers before clutching at the paper.

Your hands press together like a prayer as you bring them to your lips. He lets out a loud sob, eyes screwing shut as his hands continue to shake.

"You're pregnant?!" He cries out loudly.

"Yes. I'm pregnant." You say with a giggle as he kicks his chair away. Grabbing your wrist tighter he hauls you up before burying your face into his chest. 

"Oh, little one. Thank you." He cries as he holds you tightly to his body.

Yoongi wipes at his eyes before turning his head to you and sniffing quietly.

"It's beautiful, baby. Seriously. You need to be published. Get your own movie or something." Your fiance says as he closes his laptop.

With a smile, you lean your head against the top of the couch. "So what do you think about me being pregnant?" You ask gently.

He smirks before placing the hardware down on the table and grabbing you. He holds you close to his chest and you can feel his steady heartbeat which has become your life song. 

"We're trying, it'll come babe." He whispers as he runs his hand over your head in a calming manner.

"I use Take One as a diary. It's there to help me keep track of real life events too." He hums in reply before swaying your bodies in tandem.

He smiles unknowingly as his eyes shut. Real life events? Real life?

You wait patiently for it to set it, staring at the television as it lights up with different scenes of the movie he was watching. 

Then all at once, he goes rigid and you give a relieved laugh.

"Didn't take too long now did it?" You tease him as he pulls away from you.

Looking back up at him, his eyes are wide. Pressing both hands to either side of your face, you can see his eyes beginning to water with emotional tears.

"You're pregnant? With my baby? My perfect, precious baby?" He asks and he takes in a deep breath as you nod.

He scoffs loudly before sobbing. He caresses your cheeks with his thumbs as his eyes screw shut. His chest racks with emotion as he bites his bottom lip. 

"Fuck I love you." He cries.

His lips press to yours and you close your eyes to take in the passionate kiss.

"I love you too." You whisper against him.

Yoongi groans as he sits down in the director chair. He sips his coffee before looking over the set for the day. He chuckles to himself before folding his arms.

It's your voice that has his head cocking to the side as you step on the set. Stomach so large he's certain you can't even see your feet today. 

"Hi my loves." He says as he holds his hand out to you.

You wrinkle your nose, grabbing his hand as you place a kiss to his temple. 

"Hey boss man! I'm ready to go." He hears from the side of the set and his attention turns to the owner of the voice as he rubs at your belly.

"Y/N, this is Park Jimin. He'll be playing Yoongi in Take One." He introduces the younger man.

You bow your head to him as you take a seat besides your husband. Lazily he rubs at your stomach before calling everyone to their places. 

"Look at us, huh? A director and a screenplay writer for the biggest porn films in the industry. Who would have thought?" He whispers in your ear as the lights begin to dim.

With a laugh you nudge his shoulder as Jimin props himself up against the hotel door just like the first chapter of Take One.

As the scene begins, you find your attention wavering to your newly married husband. Tilting your head, you take in his handsome features. A god among men.

The giddiness explodes inside of you as normal and you feel his son kick inside of you. With a snort, your thumb runs over his wedding band as he holds his hand.

Who knew writing a simple story would get you here? In the greatest place you could ever dream of?

There’s something magical about meeting the right someone. Captivating, even. The way irises flit between one another in a moment of glorious silence. The breath that is held within one’s chest as you stare longingly at the other person before you. Hands could shake from nerves, excitement- both, even. It had never happened for Min Yoongi. Until you. 

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Clandestine | 01

-> Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x reader

-> Genre : tattoo!artist Jungkook, mafia! JJK,mafia au, bloody!missions, slight violence, got secrets they can't tell, angst, romance Jungkook's part time job is flirting, sad (backstory), Y/N is strong!

-> Summary : who would have known that just doing a part time job at a night club would lead you to the tattoo artist Jeon Jungkook's messed up world. One letter related to the secret comes out of your mouth you'll be laying in Jungkook's arms but alive or not, that's not guaranteed...

-> Word Count : 2.68K :O

-> T/W body language, killing, curse words and intimacy are included in the story (you may read if you're comfortable with these)

-> A/N : This story is only published in wattpad and here. (In wattpad cause I wanted to try different platforms:)) the story is completely based on my imagination so don't mind if things go a bit 📈 cause my imagination may sometimes run wiLd. Also the gifs and edits I'm going to include are not mine! Credits to owners

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(Your POV)

Dimmed lights creating a warm glow in the corners while the bright killing disco lights flashes over the dance floor. The strong odor of cigarette mixed with alcohol lingering in the air. The expensive looking disco ball rotating over the heads of the people who are dancing as if there's no tomorrow. Some having cocktails while grooving to the loud rock music which is booming through the big speakers hanging everywhere. Loud continuous talkings of people getting shuffled with the music in the background is enough to give you a really bad headache but what made it worse is running around the whole two floored packed club, taking orders and placing the numerous types of cocktails.

Being a college student and working part time in a night club is exhausting. At times I really wanted to give up but my determination in learning shooting kept me going.

Placing the cocktails glasses on the plastic tray, huffing out a breathe I walked in a hurried pace wanting to finish my shift soon and get home and take a nice warm shower. Walking fast was hard too due to the rule of wearing heels. First they give a role of running from here to there serving drinks then say to wear heels. Honestly the rules for the workers here are messed up. Girls have to wear skirts that reaches up to the thigh, shouldn't reach below their knees. I get it y'all want to attract men here. But I just want my pay and to get that I have to forcibly follow the rules.

"For table 14, looks like they are less today"

Nancy says handing me the tray of cocktails.

Appletini again

The mention of table 14, for some reason makes my heart race and some sort of annoyance creeps up in my blood.

Walking towards the table were the three familiar boys were seated, I mentally cursed when I realized I had my hair tied up in a high ponytail. My free hand quickly made its way to pull down the red velvety scrunchie but stopped my actions when his strawberry mimosa like voice clearly made its way to my ears despite the loud rock music and people shouting in the background.

"It's too late now buttercup "

My eyes traveled to the man sitting in the middle of the large chocolate colored sofa. His tongue poking his right inner cheek while his gaze fixated on me. The dangly silver earrings giving a glow while his jet black bangs falls over his right doe eye placing a darker expression on his honey glazed face. A leather jacket which I assume is his was resting on his thighs as his knees were on full display due to the ripped jeans he was wearing. The loose half sleeved tee made it possible to see all those incredible swirling inks he painted by himself on his arm up to his elbow. He brought his left hand out of his pockets and motioned his fingers indicating me to come forward.

Gulping down the saliva that formed in my mouth, I steadily walked up to the table, making it easier for myself to see the equipments that usually rested on top of the table , not here today. Instead the very familiar brown journal layed open on the table making it possible to see the various types of interesting cool designs which Jeon Jungkook  drew .

With one swift motion of his long veiny hand he closed the journal and threw it to the Brunnete haired male's lap beside him making the table clear for me to put down the drinks.

"I thought I told you to not put your hair up when you're wearing that red blouse "

He said while taking hold of the appletini glass while his eyes roamed around my neck and collar bone which was on full display. Licking his lips after the sweet fluid went inside his mouth he locked his brown glazed orbs with mine.

"Come on kook she's already living with the fear of spitting out the secrets accidentally and now you're telling her how to keep her hair too"

The blonde doll faced sitting left to him said while giving me a glance and picking up his favorite screwdriver

( A/N : screwdriver is the name of a cocktail here it's not the tool screwdriver lol)

"I'm saying for her own safety"

The younger guy spoke as he continued taking sips from his appletini glass which he was holding with his marvelous inked hand. Already knowing what he meant by 'her own safety' , the memories of that night couldn't help but come infront of my eyes. Flustered I looked everywhere else except for the guy in front of me who now has his devilish smile plastered on his face

Flashback to three weeks back

Hell's Night club

Placing the now 18th glass of vodka hard on the table out of annoyance and worry I looked up to the man in front of me. His eyes droopy, hair slightly wet due to the sweating, his dragon tattoo on the back of his hand on full display as he put down the 17th glass he was holding and proceeds to get a hold of the 18th glass but me being fast holds onto his wrist stopping him.

"Jungkook stop you're already too drunk"

His eyes still fixated on the crystalic glass he was holding, in a hoarse tone mumbled

"I'm not"

Anger was all I feeling at that time. First he comes to the bar all alone, sweating and keeps ordering vodka after vodka then doesn't open his mouth at all when I ask what happened instead keeps calling my name out of the blue disturbing me in my job. I doubt that I would even have my full pay for him. The manager's eyes shooting glares at me.

"Jeon Jungkook"

I sternly say making him look at me. Even if anger and annoyance were all I feeling at that time I couldn't help but once again get mesmerized by his beauty. His drunk self seemed to be more attractive to me than his usual self. His chest going up and down as my name slowly left his cherry like lips made me feel some type of way.

No this ain't the time to have these kind of thoughts Y/N

Knitting my eyebrows together to showcase that I'm angry, I opened my mouth to speak but was completely left speechless as Jungkook pulled my wrist towards him making me sit on top of him. My mouth only able to leave a gasp. His muscular inked arms wrapped around my waist as his face inched close to my neck making it possible for me to smell the strong scent of alcohol coming from him. I slowly looked down and taking it as a chance, I carefully looked at all the details  he had on his ethereal face.

His eyelashes fluttering as his eyelids become droopy. His bunny like boopable nose tinted in a soft pink and his lips formed a small pout making the small mole below his lower lip be seen.

His black short sleeves tee making it possible to see all those words and arts engraved on his arm. Some familiar and some seemed new to me. But for sure I knew every one of them had its own unique meaning.

"You.."

Jungkook trails off after giving my neck a sniff making chills run down my spine.

"You already look hot in this red top so why do you have to put up your hair and expose your collarbone and neck like that.. "

He says out of the blue making me go at a loss of words. Jungkook, yes he has flirted with me numerous times maybe every time he saw me his first instinct is to call me by the nicknames he has set and then seek for a chance to flirt and show off the pickup lines he made.

Jungkook's tongue swiftly made its way to my neck, giving the place a lick before leaving a peck, completely catching me off guard.

"Hmm baby..why are you putting your hair up? "

His lip began to make contact with my sensitive skin near my neck once again. I squirm under his touch as millions of butterflies starts fluttering inside my tummy.

"J-jungkook I've got work"

Stuttering wasn't what I wanted to do, it just happened. I tried removing his hands from my waist but who am I kidding, how can I a powerless girl move away this muscular bunny's arms?

"Take a break from work. You've worked hard enough. "

He says while leaving wet kisses all over my neck. The alcohol smell dying away as I was getting used to it. The dimmed lights were probably making us in the corner not that noticeable. I shut my eyes close as his lips and tongue came in contact with my skin. Realizing that I alone won't be able to take off these muscular big arms off me I gave up holding onto his shoulder to fix my position of sitting on his lap. The rock band music in the background slowly dying out as my full focus was going on Jungkook.

"Do not put your hair up while wearing this top again infront of me... You never know what will happen"

He says before softly nibbling on my skin leaving purple marks

"Jungkook.."

End of flashback

Cheeks getting tinted in rosy pink as the man wearing a cocky smile arches his eyebrow as if asking me what's wrong when he himself knows very well why I am blushing right now.

Shaking my head in an attempt to get rid of the thoughts I quickly change the topic

"Why are there only three of you today? "

"Oh well.. "

The Brunnete haired Taehyung trails off giving Jimin a look before continuing but I was quick to finish his sentence

"That's a secret.. "

"You're smart"

He says giving flashing me his so called famous box smile.

Of course it got to be a secret. These men right here are way more mysterious than you'd think. They got their so-called so many secrets that even if they say they got more I wouldn't be surprised.

"Hey Y/N do you make these cocktails? "

Taehyung asks taking a sip from the cosmopolitan served in front of him.

"My job is to serve and take orders not making the cocktails"

I simply say rolling my eyes as I wanted to get done with the conversation quick so that I can finish the shift.

"Sad..if you were the one making the drinks I would have ordered

Trip to hell instead or maybe trip to heaven for you.. You know"

( Trip to hell here is also the name of a cocktail)

Ofcourse these perverts.

"Hyung you mean her trip to heaven with me "

Jungkook quick to correct his hyung smirked cockily while putting his leg on top of the another and rolled his head from one side to another showcasing his freshly made skeleton hand tattoo while keeping eye contact with me, very well knowing that it made me flustered.

"If that was the case I would have taken the job of cleaning instead of serving "

I say as I get hold of the tray and was about to walk away when Jungkook whined like a baby saying

"You never play along"

Seeing his pout, in a blink of an eye I put the tray on the table with a thud and put one leg up resting it beside the tray as I pulled Jungkook in front of me by his shirt completely catching him off guard. I dont need to see but I know that Jimin and Taehyung are awestruck too.

With my free hand I pulled down the scrunchie making my black forest like dark hair fall down in places like dominoes totally making me look like the dominant one now, the redish brown lipstick being the highlight of the look.

"If it's a trip to heaven then why don't you let me see all those beautiful body arts of yours"

Looking down at the ox tattoo peaking out from the sleeve of his tee, I continue while looking straight in his eyes

"Mr. Artbook"