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hcneymooners · 3 days ago

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⋆ up until the very last ember of my heart extinguishes, i will be thinking of you.

dj!mel x best friend!fem!reader. men & minors dni.

synopsis: you & mel have always been thick as thieves, and things have yet to change. but lately, you've been thinking of mel differently and, well—maybe you want more. cw: dj!mel, best friend!reader, female!reader, no age gap i fear, you guys are in your twenties, modern!au, resolved sexual tension, pining, friends to lovers, clubbing, not actually unrequited love, explicit sexual content, dom!mel, sub!reader, lowkey y'all are switches, wall sex, tender sex, vaginal fingering, edging, cunnilingius, oral sex (r!receiving), couch sex, mel is actually insane about you, obsession, possessive behavior, squirting, face riding, pet names, you guys are very soft for each other.

notes: i love her so much guys; i'm gonna be sick. hope you enjoy. this is really rough for my first time back in a while but it is what it is, hmm?

“you’re loyal to her. i’ve never gone a night without seeing you here.”

the words are screamed directly into your ear and you stumble a bit, already off kilter thanks to the lychee martinis you’ve been sipping since the beginning of the evening. the world is beautiful like this: slurred into soft strobes of turquoise, gold, green that caress the sweaty gleaming bodies of the people spinning within it. the set for tonight is still danceable but decidedly slower than usual, honing in on the loneliness and escapism other people may desire on valentine’s eve.

you blink blearily at the girl vibrating next to you. she shakes with a jitter you know belongs either to ketamine or cocaine—or perhaps both. ck-ing was a popular method of dressing up a club night in london. you stop swaying to the beat, body still as you focus on her completely. mel once told you that this was your pull—this ability to make whomever was in front of you feel as though they were the most important thing in the world to you.

“sorry, what?” you finally push out.

“mel,” the girl shouts again, gesturing to the stage way up front. “whenever she’s performing, you’re here!”

you glance up at the woman in question, face softening as you watch the way her body flows into her highly practiced routine of dance. tonight the movements are more minimal, courtesy of her dress—a masterpiece of fanned peacock feathers that catch and scatter light with every subtle movement. the feathers are arranged in a mesmerizing spiral from the jeweled clasp beneath her arm, each eye seeming to watch the crowd as she moves. it's shorter than her usual style, ending mid-thigh in a flutter of iridescent tips that make her look like some rare, exotic bird. every time the bass drops, the feathers tremble in response, creating a hypnotic dance of green-blue shadows across her skin.

it’s not typical for a dj-ing outfit, but mel has cemented herself as a rich girl with a talent. everyone knows who she is, who her mother is. they love that she comes down to their level during the weekends, covers herself in glitter and spins together a beat like some kind of opulent spider.

"yeah," you shout back, your voice still managing to sound tender. "she's my best friend."

the words feel both true and incomplete in your mouth - they always do. you've been "best friends" since you quite literally crashed into her at university, spilling your coffee all over her white hermès sweater. instead of the fury you'd expected, she'd laughed, dragged you shopping for a replacement, and somehow ended up buying you three sweaters instead.

that was mel all over: excessive, generous, impossible to refuse.

"lucky!" your momentary friend shouts back and your mouth dips into a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes.

lucky. right. lucky to be the one who holds her hair back after bad nights, who listens to her practice sets until dawn, who knows exactly how she likes her tea when she's stressed (earl grey, splash of oat milk, two sugars). lucky to be the one who gets to love her from this careful distance, never quite close enough to risk everything.

the girl disappears into the crowd, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the music again. mel's current track winds down, bleeding into something slower, more haunting. you recognize it immediately—it's one of her original pieces, the one she'd made you listen to first, cross-legged on her bedroom floor at 3 am, her face anxious and hopeful in the low light.

the memory makes your chest ache. up on stage, she's different from that vulnerable version of herself. her movements are precise and controlled, even in that impossible dress. you watch as she adjusts something on her deck, the feathers shifting across her back like ripples in dark water. when she reaches up to adjust her headphones, the dress catches the light in a way that makes your breath catch.

you're not the only one watching. the crowd around you is entranced, and you hear snippets of their whispered appreciation. the warmth of your tipsiness is starting to wear off. you’re suddenly so much more aware of yourself, of the differences between you and the luminescent girl on stage.

tonight you’ve chosen a simple black midi dress with a scoop neck that cups your chest gently. the tops of your breasts swell up softly at the mouth of the fabric, gleaming with a golden sheen that could only belong to your beloved diamond shimmer bath and body works mist. your hair has been longer by a copious number of extensions, the bundles pooling together at your lower back. tinsel is strung artfully in-between some strands, a careful layering courtesy of mel.

as you look around at the people around you, you feel boring and a bit underdressed. everyone is suddenly so much cooler than you and the thought brings a rush of warmth to your cheeks, the embarrassment strong in its resurgence. you shift in place as the song changes to something a bit more fast-paced. there’s a chorus of screams, shouts of pleasure, and the floor begins to shake as people flood it to dance. you smile tightly as someone slams into you rather harshly, their apology half-assed and unfocused.

you clutch the top of your mother’s vintage ysl clutch, the chain a bit rusted and the body bulging with a combination of your house keys, your lip combo, some shit from work you didn’t take out in time, and the normally slim body of your phone which as been made bigger by the chunky sides of your artisan bedazzled phone case. the multiple polaroids of you and mel in the back didn’t help the situation in any way, the glossy memories slightly distended by the rolled bills you’ve tucked back there for emergencies.

as you turn to navigate the sudden pit of people, the music lowers just enough so that mel’s soft steady voice bleeds through. the lights flash once, twice, a third time; the bulbs are hot and pink. you know what’s coming, but you still don’t turn around, though your mouth twitches in a smile.

"hey, london," mel croons and the crowd screams back at her, eager to greet the woman soundtracking what is probably just another tuesday evening. "i have a question before i finish up. i don't want to forget."

your heart stutters in your chest. she does this sometimes, turns you into an unwitting participant in her performances. you remember the first time she did it, six months ago, how your knees had gone weak at the way she'd claimed you so publicly, so casually. how dangerous it had felt, how thrilling.

"has anyone seen my girl?"

the crowd goes crazy and you lift a hand to your mouth to hide your smile, heat flooding your cheeks. you hate how easily she can undo you, how these little moments of possession—even if they're just part of her show—make your pulse race. your free hand unconsciously touches the delicate gold chain around your neck—her birthday gift from last year, a tiny hextech crystal pendant that she'd said "reminded her of home."

"i came in with her. you know her, right? gorgeous little thing in a short black dress. kind of looks like…"

you close your eyes, remembering how she'd fussed over you earlier tonight, her fingers gentle as she wove tinsel through your hair. 'perfect,' she'd murmured, her breath warm against your ear, and you'd had to suppress a shiver. now, surrounded by strangers who are about to echo what you've felt for years, the irony isn't lost on you.

she trails off, holds out her mic to a group of girls right below her who giggle out the finishing portion of her sentence.

“…the love of my life!” they sing, drawing out the ‘i’ for a long while.

mel’s laugh echoes through the speakers, the sound throaty and raw. on cue, the music begins: “please don’t be love of my life” by caitvi, (calvin harris mix). they were a rock band that accidentally stumbled into becoming the summer muses for every edm fiend in existence.

you clutch your empty martini glass with a renewed strength, fighting until you manage to clutch a hand on the bar. the bartender smiles at you, complimenting your perfume which you don’t even think is still on your skin. you say thank you anyway, laughing openly as they tease you about your fondness for lychee. you’ve always been this way, you want to say, always holding on to what you know in the hopes that it’ll eventually love you back.

instead, you look over your shoulder at mel’s far off silhouette. there’s a moment where she looks up, seems to look at you. you don’t know if she really sees you, given your distance and the disorienting nature of the club. you smile regardless, raise a hand to wave lightly. the chrome bow on your acrylics flashes meanly, signaling your position.

she looks way, smiles earnestly at the crowd, and you drop your hand. the moment is broken, like always. as you move to pull your refreshed martini by the stem, mel’s dj tag sounds: sounds of birds of paradise, interwoven into one another over a damagingly sad violin sample. it’s her way of letting the people know that this will be her last couple of songs for the evening.

the birds’ calls fade into the melancholy beginning of “healing” by gordo featuring drake. the opening notes reverberate through you and you press your lips together, body thrumming with the effect of being noticed. she had seen you. that was the only reason she was playing this song. it had been your favorite for the past month, and now here it was on blast at one of the most elite clubs in the city.

‘i want to see you dance to this,’ she’d told you one evening, her mouth trailing against your shoulder. you were twisted together in your bed, the blankets plush around you as the two of you shared her airpods. ‘i want to see you have fun, lose yourself.’

‘i can’t lose myself,’ you’d said back, mouth rising in a secretive smile.

mel had lifted your hand teasingly, bit it gently, and then interlinked her fingers with yours.

‘don’t worry. i’ll find you.’

you look back at her, find her leaning over her deck with a finger pressed pensively to her mouth. she quirks an eyebrow and gestures to the crowd, as if asking why you’re not inside of it. you smile despite it all and abandon your martini, wiggling through the gaps of people until you're up front.

the bass drops and the crowd surges forward, but you hold your ground, eyes locked on mel. she's watching you now, really watching you, her movements more deliberate as she works the deck. you recognize this version of the song; it's her own remix, the one she'd been perfecting for weeks in her home studio. she'd added layers of ethereal synths that make it feel like you're floating, like you're the only person in the room who really understands what she's trying to say.

she gestures to her security guard, a subtle movement that you've seen countless times before. within moments, strong hands are parting the crowd, creating a path to the booth. your heart pounds as you're ushered up the steps, into her domain of switches and lights and pulsing energy. the peacock feathers of her dress brush against your arm as she pulls you close, her free hand settling on your waist.

"dance with me," she murmurs into your ear, her voice carrying despite the thundering music. her fingers trace patterns on your hip, and you wonder if she can feel you trembling. "show them what this song was made for."

you let your body move with hers, falling into the rhythm she's created. the feathers of her dress catch the light with each movement, creating a private light show just for the two of you. she keeps one hand on the deck, maintaining the perfect flow of music, but her other hand never leaves your body, guiding you through the dance like she's afraid you might disappear if she lets go.

the crowd below is going wild, but you barely notice them. all you can focus on is the way mel's breath catches when you press closer, the way her fingers tighten on your waist when you roll your hips. the tinsel in your hair catches the light, mixing with the iridescent shimmer of her dress until you're both wrapped in a cocoon of glitter and sound.

"see?" she whispers, and you can hear the smile in her voice. "i told you i'd find you."

the words send a shiver down your spine, and you turn your head slightly, catching her gaze. there's something different in her eyes tonight, something that makes your breath catch in your throat. maybe it's the valentine's eve atmosphere, or maybe it's the way the lights are hitting her face, but for a moment, you let yourself believe that the look she's giving you means what you want it to mean.

she transitions into the next song seamlessly, but keeps you close, as if she's forgotten that this isn't how she usually ends her sets. as if she's forgotten that you're supposed to be just her best friend, watching from the crowd like always. as if, just for tonight, you could be something more.

the spell breaks when you catch a glimpse of your reflection in one of the booth's chrome panels. you see yourself pressed against her, see the way you're looking at her: desperate, obvious, completely transparent. the music suddenly feels too loud, the lights too bright, your skin too tight. you're acutely aware of every place her body touches yours, and it's simultaneously too much and not enough.

"i need—" you start, but can't finish. mel's hand tightens on your waist for a fraction of a second before you pull away. you gesture vaguely toward the floor, not meeting her eyes. "sorry, i just—"

you don't wait for her response, practically stumbling down the booth steps. the crowd that had been watching your dance parts easily, perhaps sensing your urgency. you hear the next dj's tag start to play—some remix of a taylor swift song—which means mel's set is over. which means she might follow you. the thought makes you move faster.

you trip over your feet, your heel catching on the bone of your ankle as it lifts and you fall. your knees crack against the ground, but you regain your momentum. your neck is warm and you lift your hair with one hand as you spin, eventually locating the flickering neon sign denoting the bathroom.

the bathroom is mercifully empty when you burst in, all perfectly-cut marble and deep blue lighting that makes your reflection look expensive and almost admirably tragic. you press your palms against the cool counter, letting your head hang down as you try to steady your breathing. the bass from the club thrums through the walls, muffled but persistent, like a heartbeat.

“you’re always so fucking stupid,” you whisper to yourself, watching a tear splash onto the marble. you'd let yourself get carried away, let yourself pretend. but mel is mel. this is the girl who turns heads when she walks into rooms, who has fashion houses begging to dress her, who could have anyone she wants. and you're just… someone else.

her best friend, you suppose. the girl who’s responsible for holding her hair back when she's sick, who listens to her practice sets, who loves her so strongly that it feels akin to having a spear sunk through your chest.

the bathroom door opens with a soft whoosh, and you know it's her before she speaks. you can smell her perfume. it’s something custom-made in paris, a mix of lily, amber, and caramel. you don't look up.

"hey," mel says softly, and you hear the click of her heels on the marble floor as she approaches. "what happened up there?"

you close your eyes, trying to ignore how the marble feels like ice beneath your palms, how your body still burns where she touched you in the booth. "nothing happened, melly. i just needed some air."

you use your nickname for her as a way to disarm her, but mel has always been immovable when it came to getting something that she wants. the silence that follows feels incredibly long, but you know it hasn’t even been ten seconds. you lean forward, splash water on your face. blindly, you search for a paper towel but you’re handed a small hand towel instead. your makeup transfers onto the fabric, staining it with the traces of your exhaustion and loneliness.

"[name], look at me." her voice is gentle but firm, the same tone she uses when she knows you're lying. when you don't move, you hear her sigh, the sound followed by the soft rustle of feathers. then her hand is on your shoulder, turning you around.

she's closer than you expected, close enough that you can see the individual glitter particles scattered across her collarbones, catch the faint sheen of sweat at her temples from performing. the peacock dress seems alive in the bathroom's soft lighting, each feather shifting with her breath. you try to step back, but the counter prevents your retreat.

"you were crying," she observes, reaching up to brush her thumb beneath your eye. her touch lingers longer than necessary, and you hate how your body betrays you, leaning into her hand like a flower seeking sun. "why were you crying?"

"i wasn't," you lie, even as another tear escapes. "it's just the vodka. you know how i get."

"yeah," she says, and now both her hands are cupping your face, forcing you to meet her gaze. her eyes are dark, intent, stripped of their usual playful gleam. "i know how you get when you're drunk, and this isn't it. this is something else."

you try to laugh but it comes out choked. "melly, please—"

"when you were up there with me," she interrupts, one hand sliding down to rest against your neck, her thumb pressed gently against your pulse point, "what were you thinking about?"

the question hangs between you, heavy with possibility. you can feel your heartbeat racing beneath her thumb, wonder if she can feel it too. the bathroom suddenly seems smaller, the air thicker. somewhere outside, the music has changed to something slower, more intimate. the bass line crawls up through the floor and into your bones.

this is how love always finds you, corners you. it's a snake that's flat enough to slide underneath the door. you always watch it passively as it slides up your body, only crying out when it bites.

"i was thinking," you start, then stop, swallowing hard. her eyes track the movement of your throat. "i was thinking about how great you were tonight, how—how beautiful you are. ‘nd i was thinking about how some things can look real without being real. like stage lights. or club nights. or best friends who—"

you cut yourself off, but her grip on your neck tightens slightly, just enough to make your breath catch. the feathers of her dress brush against your thighs, a whisper of sensation that makes you shiver.

"or best friends who what?" she prompts, her voice low, almost dangerous. she's close enough now that you can feel her breath against your lips, can smell the champagne she'd been sipping between sets.

the door to the bathroom opens, the sound of the club surging in, and you both freeze. mel doesn't move away, doesn't drop her hands. instead, she leans closer, her lips brushing your ear.

"we're not done with this conversation," she murmurs, the words a promise that distills heat through your body. "come on."

she pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, and the look in hers makes your knees weak. you open your mouth to respond, but—

the bathroom door swings shut again, leaving you both in that suspended moment. your "okay" comes out barely above a whisper, but she hears it. of course she hears it. she’s always heard you, even when you chose not to speak.

♤

the ride home is thick with unspoken words.

mel's driver, marcus, keeps his eyes professionally forward as you slide into the back of the bentley, the leather seats cool against your bare legs. mel follows, close enough that the feathers of her dress spill over onto your thigh. neither of you speak, but her pinky finger finds yours in the darkness between your bodies, hooking together like you used to do in university when one of you needed grounding.

london slides past the tinted windows in a blur of neon and shadow. you watch the reflections of passing streetlights play across mel's profile, catching the sharp edge of her jaw, the elegant line of her neck. she’s removed her performance jewelry, but missed a spot of glitter near her ear. without thinking, you reach up to brush it away.

she catches your wrist before you can retreat, her thumb pressing into your pulse point again. the car feels smaller in a matter of minutes, the air between you charged with electricity. she turns to fully face you, bringing your hand up to her mouth so that she can slide your pointer finger into her mouth. the suck of her lips is gentle, tender. you watch her head bob as she slides down further, then pulls off.

she doesn't let go of your wrist for the rest of the ride.

when the car pulls up to her mayfair townhouse, you feel like you're moving through a dream. the click of her heels on the steps echoes in the quiet street. to you, they're like gunshots and you have the irrational thought of the neighbors coming out to complain, to tell you that your desire is choking them in the same way you feel now. your own steps are less sure, thanks to the martinis and the way your whole body seems to be humming with anticipation.

she fumbles with her keys briefly, something you've never seen her do, and then you're inside. the door closes behind you with a soft click that seems to echo in the darkness. neither of you move to turn on the lights. the moonlight filtering through her floor-to-ceiling windows is enough to see by, casting everything in shades of silver.

she looks unreal, like a figment of your imagination. you pinch the inside of your thigh, letting out a hiss of air from in-between your teeth. she moves closer, fingers the indentation where your nails had dug into the skin.

you shake, but she only steadies you.

"melly," you start, but she shakes her head, settling both hands on your waist.

gently, she maneuvers you until your back meets the wall. a hand lifts to settle at the base of your neck, her lithe fingers threading into your hair so that she can cup the back of your head. she’s making sure your head doesn’t hit the stone, sacrificing her own skin to ensure your comfort. the thought makes you warmer than before.

mel watches your face, her eyes almost erratic as she searches for whatever sign she needs. she comes flush against you and your legs part instinctively to make room for her, spread to accommodate the whole of her.

she lowers her head, mouth coming to burn against your neck as she presses a kiss there. you let out a small, weeping sound as if her lips have enabled a release inside of you. in a way they have. you soften, melt into her and find the strength to touch her.

your hands grasp at mel’s neck and she hums in satisfaction, working her teeth into the meat of your neck like a vampire. she pulls back only to look down, freeing a hand from your waist to inch the hem of your dress up.

you moan brokenly as you grow more exposed, your cunt wet against the baby blue lace that holds it. the moonlight sneaks between the both of you and renders the fabric practically translucent, the blue so light in its glow that it seems closer to white.

“you’re so beautiful, baby,” mel whispers and you blink at her, your throat tight. “you always say it about me, and i never understand it. when i look at our pictures, i don’t see anyone else.”

your eyes slip low, going tender, and you cup her face.

“you’re perfect, mel.”

“i guess we’re a good match,” she murmurs and then she’s in you.

the motion is so smooth, so quick. you hadn’t realized she’d peeled the fabric of your panties back, pushed them to the side. you know nothing now except for the steady pump of her fingers. there are two working deep into the heart of you, searching and spreading your slick heat.

you cry out, eyes wide like a doe’s. mel only smiles, predatory and slow. her teeth gleam, two rows of perfect pearls. you feel out of your body, but she brings you back in with every stroke inside of you. her breathing is becoming heavy, labored. her eyes seem a little wild and the hand on your neck moves briefly to squeeze tightly at your waist until you let out a deep “unh.”

mel grins again at the sound and it makes you surge forward, crushing her mouth into a bruising kiss. you bite at her bottom lip until she opens and lets you in, your tongue lapping all over as if to consume her. she slips a third finger inside of you, curling at the walls of your cunt to make you clench down.

you continue to kiss her, tilting your head so that angle is better. you slot together perfectly and she moans into your mouth, increasing the speed of her thrusts. you break away from her and study her face, taking in the way her lip gloss is smeared wickedly around her mouth. her lips are swollen and dark and she takes one in between her teeth as she works deeper into you.

your head falls back and she returns her hand to the nape of your neck, catching you before you can hit the wall.

“you’re okay, mama,” she murmurs and you nod, eyes focused somewhere distant on the ceiling.

she knows how you get, how disassociative you can become when you’re overwhelmed with emotion. she watches as you go somewhere she’s unable to follow. your chest heaves with every exhale and she leans forward to press a kiss to the top of your tits, then another right in the middle of them. her mouth is dusted with glitter when she pulls away.

you fuck down on her hand, an animalistic moan crawling from somewhere deep in your chest. mel fucks you harder, grunting as she shifts you bodily up and down with the effort. you keen as she uses her thumb to rub your clit, the circles tight and concentrated. pleasure arcs white and hot up your spine and you close your eyes, mouth falling open silently.

“that’s it,” she says. “come on, baby. come on.”

“mel,” you gasp and she laughs lowly.

“what happened to melly?” she teases and you whine, a foot kicking out as she presses against your g-spot.

“melly, please,” you whisper. “fuck, please.”

“please what?”

"just please.”

nothing changes. she only watches you squirm and beg like a whore, her face impassive. it was moments like these where you were reminded of her mother. the thought sends another shot of arousal to your cunt and it drools down mel’s wrist, sticky and warm.

“mel, fuck. fuck, i can feel it. i’m almost—i’m right there. just please, baby.” you’re crying now, disoriented and breaking apart with every push of her fingers. “please. please, melly, please."

you drag your eyes from the ceiling to her face, your pupils dilated and bright like stars. her face suffers through a range of emotion before she curses and yanks her fingers out of you.

“no,” you sob, and she sushes you.

“just hang on a minute, mama. hold on,” she soothes, her hands coming to lift you from beneath your thighs.

mel moves quickly and you take comfort in the fact that she needs this as much as you do.

you find yourself draped over the couch, your stomach resting on the arm of the chair. there’s a slight application of pressure as mel forces you into an arch, your ass and cunt pushed up. she nudges your legs apart and then gets on her knees, her hands coming to rest on the back of your thighs as she leans in and puts her mouth on you.

“oh,” you moan and she hums into you.

she’s methodical and precise, her tongue slipping into the mix and filling you as best she can. her pace increases as she licks you front to back, twisting so she can suck and nip on your clit. you let out a high mewl as she grips the plush flesh of your ass, rocking you slowly until you’re able to continue the rhythm on your own.

the heat returns, spirals up from your stomach into your chest and throat. you whimper, letting your head fall forward and down. your eyes squeeze shut as you focus on riding her face, swiveling your hips in small circles to better grind your clit against her nose.

again you can feel it, that call to somewhere distant. mel feels the way you tighten around her tongue, the sudden stiffening of your thighs. she knows you’re just there, right at the golden gate of your private paradise so she removes her mouth and focuses completely on stimulating your clit with her fingers.

“mel,” you breathe. “melly—”

“i know, mama. you can do it. cum on my face. cum all over me, princess. mess me up, hmm?”

you reach down and she reaches up, instinctively understanding what you’re aching for. just as your fingers intertwine, you fall apart. your arch drops and mel hums, closing her eyes as you squirt over her. she can feel you trembling and she opens her mouth lazily, letting your cum drip into it as if it was some sort of sacred rain.

her fingers lace with yours properly now, no more tentative pinky holds. you grip back with the strength of a soldier at war, your eyes rolling shut as you hump against her face and ride out your high. mel only lets you use her, dragging her other hand down to grope at her throbbing pussy.

eventually, you settle and she tugs you down so that you’re sitting dazed and lax in her lap. her hands squeeze your ass as she noses at your cheek, slipping a light kiss onto your cheek.

"hey. hey, baby, look at me. are you with me?”

“ye—yeah,” you get out. “‘m with you.”

“let’s go upstairs," she says softly, and it's not quite a question. "unless—"

"yes," you interrupt, squeezing her hand. "yes."

mel makes no move to get up, however, and you watch her face.

“melly?”

"i need you to know," she says, a hand coming up to trace your jawline, "that whatever happens next… this isn't just because. this isn't just because we were dancing, or drinking, or—"

"i know," you whisper, even though you don't, not really. but you want to believe. god, how you want to believe.

mel shifts, tilts you so that you’re on your back. her braids have fallen from her signature bun, and they block out the little light spilling in from the window.

“baby, i want you. i love you, i need you, and i can’t—i can’t tell you enough how much i’ve wanted this. nothing matters to me more than you.”

“i know, melly. trust me, i understand.”

she shakes her head, opens her mouth. you lift a hand, dig your nails into the sides of her throat as you clutch at it for just one second.

“i understand.”

it feels like she’s been the only thing on your mind since the day you were born. you’ve been waiting for her ever since.

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maniculum · 2 days ago

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This resonates with me as my extended family has a similar fixation on preserving family names — though they’re not as creative with it, I have to say. There’s no Roy-Emmet-Jack rotation or first-syllable approach, just “well whose name hasn’t been passed on to the next generation? great, that’s the baby’s name now.” And nobody’s as bad off as poor Breathnach Thomas.

I have a couple cousins with unusual or old-fashioned names that get funny looks — I’ve had multiple exchanges along the lines of “your cousin WHO? did you mean [more common name that kinda rhymes with what I said]?” “no i did not.” A bunch of us go by our middle names for one reason or another. Two of my cousins-once-removed have entirely normal, common first names that I genuinely don’t remember because they’ve been referred to by their middle names since infancy despite those middle names sounding like last names. I have one cousin whose first & middle names are both common but also firmly gendered in different directions: I won’t dox them, but it’s along the lines of “Frederick Jane Lastname” because there was a traditionally-female name that needed to be given to someone and the only available baby was AMAB. My sibling ended up joining the “go by the middle name that sounds like a last name” crew a while back, but that was for gender reasons.

I’ve got one of the more inconvenient-for-paperwork names, actually, which I’ll explain under a cut because I ended up going on a bit.

See, my grandfather was named after his maternal grandfather. And his mother had changed her name when she got married, but wanted to give her son his grandfather’s full name, so he ended up with two middle names. Firstname Middlename Maidenname Lastname. Nobody really liked the sound of “Firstname”, though, so he always went by Maidenname Lastname. Then he named his son the same thing, who named his son the same thing, so I’m Firstname Middlename Maidenname Lastname III. All of us agree that Firstname isn’t a good one, so we all go by variants of Maidenname Lastname. (Which means we’re all also on Team “Middle Name That Sounds Like A Last Name Used As A First Name”.)

The maiden name in question — I’ve almost certainly mentioned on the podcast what “Mac” is short for, but rather than dox myself in a text post, let’s say it’s “McKenzie”. Convenient in that it contains two syllables that are at least semi-normal names. So my grandfather always shortened it to “Mac”, and then to differentiate, rather than use one of the other surplus names, my father went by [not actually] “Ken”. My father once told me that he pitched the idea of using the last syllable for me (not actually “Zie”, but something else that in no way passes as a standard name) but was vetoed, so I’ve always been another Mac.

You would be surprised how many forms, both physical and electronic, are against the idea of two middle names. I’ve seen my second middle name squished into my first middle name to make a single word, or hyphenated with my last name, or just deleted — which is unfortunate because it’s the one I actually use. (I fully agree with my father & grandfather that “McKenzie Lastname” is the best-sounding use of our nomenclature inventory.) So I’m constantly explaining to various bureaucrats that yes, this thing that says “Mac” is referring to me, I know your system says my name is Firstname, but I go by my middle name (a practice that is in itself apparently less common than i always thought growing up) — it’s short for McKenzie — yes, I know that your system doesn’t say my middle name is McKenzie, it wasn’t designed to handle four-part names and just deleted that one — yes i’ll hold.

When I was younger, I wanted to change my name to get away from the problem — my idea was to just chop off both the first name and the last name, then I’d have the entirely normal-sounding Middlename McKenzie — but never got around to it, mostly because I was also worried that a name change could just multiply my paperwork complications. Once I’d committed to an academic career, though, I kind of came around on it, because if I just use the first two names as initials, “X. X. McKenzie Lastname” turns out to look pretty good as an author name on papers & such.

The latest paperwork issue has been how this interacts with my current employer’s “preferred name” form. It doesn’t let you enter a full preferred name (like “X. X. McKenzie Lastname”) and say “okay use that one”, and it doesn’t have a “just use my middle name for everything” option. So it turns out that the only way HR could get the system to call me “McKenzie Lastname” was to tell the computer my name was actually McKenzie Middlename McKenzie Lastname. I’ve decided to live with it.

Random question, could you give some ideas on Irish names your family may have in the 1950-60s? I got a character with an Irish grandpa with 9 brothers and sisters (3 brothers and 6 sisters) and I only got the oldest sister name (soairse) and his name (Caine). I guess I could just name the rest some form of jack and Margret since those seem to be popular, but I wanted to see if there were some “interesting” names you found in your family tree that maybe one of the siblings got named after some ancestor?

Firstly for the sake of clarity: I'm American, not Irish. All of my ancestors for the last 4-5 generations have lived here, and while I like learning about the language/music/culture, I am absolutely not an expert. I HIGHLY recommend getting a sensitivity reader, I'm sure someone in the comments can wave at you if they're willing to take on the job.

Second, Triple-check the spelling, pronunciation, meaning and provenance of any names you do choose, and ABSOLUTELY DO NOT TRUST ANY BABY NAME WEBSITES, they're basically all AI slop at best. The best written-down lists and meanings are actually on Wikipedia.

Third: If you want to learn more Irish names, you can look up the names of like, any Irish musician or artist. I think spotify still has Genre Playlists, if you look up "Irish Folk" you'll get a shitload of names of Real Irish people- and hey, if Hirohiko Akari can name all his characters after 80's pop bands, you can make a subtle ref to modern musicians. Also you'll get a bunch of fun music! --- So while I was writing this, I somewhat departed from the intent of this response, and am putting the last point under a cut because the post got long. And weird.

So there is a thing in Irish-american families, and I think it's true in the British isles still where there are "Family Names", where the same set of first names is recycled over and over and over across generations. My dad's family has exactly three male names that they rotate through over the generations: Roy, Emmet and Jack*. In that order, where the son takes the father's first name as his middle name. My great-grandfather was Roy Jack Surname, my grandfather was Emmet Roy Surname, and my dad is Jack Emmet. My sister and I were AFAB, so the names skipped us and my male cousin in my generation is now Roy Jack. In the event that there are more than three living men with the same surname in the family, that's when they start reaching for the Given Names Of In-Laws We Like and might introduce a new name into the lineup.

*Names changed for privacy above and hereafter, but you get the idea.

So if any of your characters are descendants of that grandpa? They may share a first or middle name with one of his siblings. in fact, they may share the SAME first and middle name with a living relative, and be called "Junior" or "Young Firstname" to distinguish them from the relative they were named after.

My mom's family is from England and has a similar tradition: any new girl born into that family gets a name that is based on the name of one of her living female relatives, usually by sharing the same first letter or syllable. Elanor after Eloise, Vivian after Virginia, and also Jenny after Virgnia via 'Ginny' and every variation of Margret ever, which there are way more of than you'd think.

I cannot recommend doing what they did with Male names though: Name literally every boy Bob* for like five generations, and distinguish individuals by middle name (Bob-Howard and Bob-Benjamin) surname (Bob-Jones and Bob-Bailey) or Honorific (Captain Bob, Dr. Bob, Bob Jr.) when yelling out the kitchen window.

Most families have to good sense to not have the same name repeated in a generation, even if it has a shitload of nicknames. A mother and daughter might both be Margrets (with different nicknames), but two sisters or cousins wouldn't be.

If you've got in-laws you like, but their surname didn't carry over to their kids, you can also just use their surname as a first name! "Regan" is a first and last name, as are Riley and Bailey. This works out in some cases but not in others:

I have a pretty rare surname- last time I checked, there's only 14 people with it worldwide. It's similar to two other VERY COMMON Irish Surnames, but spelled different and from a different region. It's also Very Definitely A Surname- nobody would see my surname alone and think its a firstname.

Since I don't want to bandy it about, we'll pretend that it's "Breathnach", which has a similar vibe.

My Iowa family is Enormous and all descended from my Great-Aunt Lilyanne, Emmet-Roy's sister. Being a good catholic girl, Lillyanne took her husband's surname when she married, and most of her descendants still have that surname, and none have Breathnach.

After the last of my grandfathers grandchildren were born my Iowa family was sad- all but one of Emmet-Roy's grandchildren was female, and my male cousin has his father's surname. Assuming that we would all marry and take our spouses names, the Iowa family despaired that that the Breathnach name would die out!

So one of my second cousins decided that she would Carry On The Family Name, by giving it to the son she was carrying as a Firstname.

Yeah.

Being "Breathnach Surname" is bad enough, but this was compounded by the fact that the Iowa family's surname is Thomas.

YEAH.

My poor cousin Beathnach Thomas, who always has to re-do his paperwork because NOBODY ever puts the names in the correct boxes, who had his first name printed on every jersey he ever had because the uniform place went "that can't be right!", who cant buy his own beer because he's had so many drivers licenses confiscated because liquor store owners and bartenders think his ID is a fake, who has to not only spell his name to everyone he meets, but explain it too.

Then I made it worse.

I ran into cousin Beathnach in Bozeman, Montana quite by accident a few years ago, and while catching up, I mentioned that I was married.

"You know, it's a real hassle, but I'm kind of glad I've got the name I do. I'd heard you sister changed her name, and now with you married- I'd be sad to think we were running out of Breathnachs, you know?" he laughed.

I had to explain.

I married the most wonderful man in the world, who has an extremely common first and last name. Which was kind of a problem, because he shares it with some truly rotten people that always come up during background checks and he has have to explain he's not THAT asshole. It also sounds like and is only a letter or two off a lot of other very common names so his mail is constantly sent awry.

My husband will shortly abandon his too-common-for-comfort surname and become the newest Breathnach, taking the total to 15 (the paperwork takes a while).

...So the name lives on through us anyway, and poor cousin Breathnach Thomas went through all that for no reason. He got very quiet, got up from the table and walked outside to the veranda of the restaurant we were in to stare into the picturesque scenery for a while.

"Well, it's not like people change their first names..." he sighed, when he returned to the table.

"...You know how my sister changed her name? She only changed her first name. She's still a Breathnach." I explained quietly.

I've never seen a man look so haunted.

"I know lots of people who've changed their first names, actually. Mostly for transgender reasons, but a bunch because they just didn't like the one they were given." I added, because if he's going to get his world turned over, it's best to flip it all at once.

His brow furrowed at the ponderous speed of a continental collision, approaching the idea with caution. "...I'll have to think about it."

It's been about a year, but since then, I'll get a text from him every few weeks, auditioning a new given name. I do my best to be fair- I give him the meanings of those names, how they're likely to be misconstrued (some are tolerable annoyances, some pose a safety risk), and if he'd be sharing that name with anybody notable or troublesome. The first few were clearly based on Breathnach, but he began to branch out, and the trend of names has indicated that the idea of Naming Himself is causing my cousin to examine himself, and come to some Realizations (TM).

I realize I have gotten completely off-topic from your actual ask, but I urge you to really get into the nuance of nomencalture, because a name can tell a fascinating story.

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yumeka-sxf · 13 hours ago

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The school vacation is over and the new term at Eden is starting...of course, Anya is less than pleased with this development 😅

Seriously, her groaning reminds me of my "anti-school" phase I had when I was around her age, lol.

This chapter was mainly focused on introducing Anya's new classmates. I'll admit that I feel SxF has enough side characters already for the type of series it is, but maybe they'll only be relevant for one story/arc (like Daybreak and Wheeler). Though having another female friend in Connie might be nice. She seems weird enough for Anya to have fun reading her mind 😂

Since recent chapters have dropped hints about Anya's past and the emphasis on mind-reading abilities/the occult via Melinda, plus we have the lingering mystery of Anya's affinity for classical languages, I feel like this new set up at Eden is going to play into that. Not only has Arnold returned, but we now have a supposed prince in the mix. It's been theorized that Anya's classical language skills are somehow tied to royalty in a foreign land...so maybe Tertius is connected to that somehow. I mean, you must be royally royal to have hair shaped like a crown 🤣

Then we have the as-of-yet unnamed kid who flicked a booger on Tertius. Curious what role he'll play if all this is indeed leading up to more Anya backstory reveal.

I should clear up some weird translation in the English version. In the below panel, it seems like Tertius is mentioning Jeeves, but the term he's using is 爺や ("jiiya") which I believe is an old term used to refer to an elderly male servant.

Now the word "jeeves" in English is a generic term used to refer to a butler or valet. If you've watched enough movies and/or TV series, you may have heard someone refer to their butler as "jeeves." So technically it's not an incorrect translation, but it's incredibly confusing because we already have an established character named Jeeves, who is Damian's butler. So this could make people think that Tertius knows Jeeves, which is likely not the case. They really should have come up with a different word to use, something like "pop" or "gramps."

Besides the new characters, we now have more potential for Anya and Damian to be alone, without influence from Emile, Ewen, and Becky. Hopefully it will lead to more talk about Anya's mind-reading and Desmond lore.

Guess that's all I have to say about this chapter as it mostly seems like setup for what's to come. I've probably mentioned before that the Eden-focused stories aren't exactly my favorites, especially when Anya isn't a key player. But hopefully whatever's going on with Tertius and the booger kid will be leading up to something significant in the end.

Interestingly, this is the first chapter since Loid's backstory that's being split into parts, as this chapter is called 112.1 (112 part 1 in the Japanese version). Similar to what he did for Loid's backstory chapters, Endo tweeted about this for chapter 112. Guess it's just gonna be two parts?

Also, on an unrelated note, we also got the cover reveal for volume 15 today! Features Martha, not surprised since it will include chapters from the Henry/Martha backstory arc.

#spy x family #sxf #spy family #spyxfamily #anya forger #damian desmond #sxf manga #sxf manga spoilers #sxf spoilers

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armpirate · 19 hours ago

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The Vows Between Us (Part 2) || Jungkook

Part 1

Pairing: Jungkook x f reader || Arranged marriage

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, teasing (Minors DNI. Refrain from reading if you aren't over 18, and ignore if you don't like this type of content).

Aprox. time of reading: 40/50 minutes

Summary: You thought it was over. The divorce papers had been signed, the marriage you never wanted finally behind you. You were free. Or so you believed. Months passed, and you built a life without him, a life where his name was just a whisper in your past. You even convinced yourself that the fire between you had burned out. Until he showed up at your door, with that same devastating smirk, with eyes that still held every war you had fought against each other. And with words that shattered the fragile world you had created "I never sent the papers." Now, you’re back in his world, back where it all began. But this time, it’s different. This time, it’s a battle of wills, of emotions too tangled to ignore. Because the man who once pushed you away is now pulling you closer. And the most terrifying part? You don’t know if you want to resist.

MASTERLIST

Two months had passed since that afternoon when Jungkook left the divorce papers on the counter, months since you signed them and stormed out of his house. You thought it was over. Final. You got the few things you had brought in your suitcase the first day you showed up there. You made sure to forget everything that was related to him.

He had made his choice, and you made yours -you walked away and never looked back.

That was the original plan, after all. You agreed on that arranged marriage, you both played the perfect couple and then you got divorced when he got the position he married you for. Several couples ended things after they realized they tied the knot way too early, so your case wouldn't stand out.

Life after him was quiet.

You slipped into a routine, convincing yourself this was freedom. The first three weeks, you tried to focus on yourself, you tried to find a job, you found someone new -a man with kind eyes, soft words, and no complications. He wasn't Jungkook, but that was the point. There was no fire, no chaos, no heartbreak lurking around the corner. You were finally getting that peace you had never been able to have.

You almost believed it was enough. Until you received his message:

"Come back. We have unfinished business"

For a moment, you sat frozen, staring at the screen, your pulse quickening. The message was too simple, too loaded with meaning. You'd spent months trying to rebuild your life, you spent months trying to forget about him and move on. Whatever unfinished business Jungkook thought you had was none of your concern.

You deleted the message.

It didn't matter. You weren't going back. You didn't know about him, but you were sure every business related to him was pretty much finished.

At least, that was your idea -until the doorbell rang.

You hesitated, your heart in your throat as you approached the door. You didn't know why, but the vibe you felt that day, the shiverings running up your spine, warned you not to open the door and just go on with what you were doing.

When you opened it, your world tilted and you knew you should've listened to your instinct.

Jungkook stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe, his eyes sharp and unrelenting, like he hadn't missed a single moment of your absence. His black suit clung to his frame, his expression unreadable, though there was an unmistakable heat in his gaze.

"Miss me?" he asked, his voice calm but laced with something darker, something possessive.

Your breath caught, but you quickly recovered. "What the hell are you doing here?"

His eyes flicked to your bare ring finger, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I think you know."

"No, I don't," you snapped, crossing your arms. "You signed the divorce papers, I signed the divorce papers. It's done. We're done."

Jungkook let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "No, Y/n. We're not."

Your heart stopped for a split second. "What are you talking about?"

He stepped closer, the air between you charged with tension. "I never sent the papers. I signed them, sure. But they never left my desk."

It hit you like a punch to the stomach. The past few months -the distance, the quiet life you tried to build- had all been based on a lie. You didn't know why you were so surprised, everything with Jungkook was always based on a lie.

"You've got to be kidding me," you whispered, your voice trembling with disbelief. "Why?"

Jungkook's gaze darkened, his jaw tightening. "Because I wasn't ready to let you go."

Anger bubbled up inside you, masking the ache in your chest. "You don't get to decide that for me."

"I think I just did," he said, his voice low and steady, the weight of his words suffocating. "And I'm not leaving until you understand that this..." he gestured between you. "...is far from over."

"You're insane," you said, stepping back to put distance between you. "I've moved on, Jungkook. I have a new life. Someone else..."

"Someone who isn't me," he cut in, his tone dangerously soft. "And we both know how that story ends."

"I don't care about what the fuck you do, but I'm not going back to you" you challenged him. "Don't want to send those papers? Fine, I'll get you to court if that's what you want".

"You can do that" he nodded "But I'm afraid it won't turn out well for you" his smirk widened at your confused expression. "You know... You left our home, you didn't even come to pick up your things because you sent someone else instead" his eyes narrowed "Abandonment isn't well seen during divorce trials".

You didn't want to lose your temper, but your voice broke as you raised it to confront him "What fucking abandonment are you talking about? You have the divorce papers, you signed them first".

"What divorce papers?" he lifted his eyebrow. "It's a bit difficult to prove something when you don't have physical proofs".

Your blood was boiling, your body was trembling with rage and frustration. How could he dare coming back to your life that way? After everything he did to you? Why was he making things so difficult?

You clenched your fists, refusing to give in to the whirlwind of emotions he was stirring inside you. "You don't control my life anymore."

"No," Jungkook said, closing the space between you until you could feel the warmth radiating from him. "But you're still my wife, so get that pretty ass back home if you don't want to make things worse for you".

You stood there, frozen, as Jungkook's words settled in the air between you. The anger, confusion, and pain bubbled up inside you, but there was something else too -a flicker of uncertainty.

You'd spent months convincing yourself it was over. That you were free. But standing here, facing him again -looking into those eyes that knew you better than anyone else- it felt like you were right back where you started.

"I'm not going back," you said, but the words came out more fragile than you meant them to.

"Then don't," he replied, his voice soft but resolute. "But be ready for the consequences. We're still married, so I expect you to go back to our house."

You met his gaze, determined not to show him how much his presence unsettled you. You weren't going to let him have the upper hand again.

"Our house, my ass..." you muttered, turning to walk away.

But then, his voice stopped you. "I left the keys in your mailbox, Y/n."

You froze mid-step, the weight of his words sinking in. He wasn't just expecting you to return. He was staking a claim on your life once more, as if he'd never let you go in the first place.

Swallowing your pride, you turned back to face him. "If I ever thought of coming back, don't think for a second that I'm going to make this easy for you. The way I acted before would be a beautiful road in comparison. I'll make your life hell"

A faint smile tugged at Jungkook's lips. "I wouldn't expect anything less."

The way he turned with his ego on its full rise, as if he knew you'd do what he wanted, had you losing yourself when you closed the door. You wanted to burn that apartment down, you wanted to throw every heavy object at his head, you even wanted to bang your head against the wall and make all the thoughts stop. You understood the fury, but why was one side of you glad he showed up? Why the hell were you hopeful and relieved?

You were angry at Jungkook, but even more frustrated at yourself, because there wasn't a logical explanation for your reaction.

What the hell was going on with you?

The drive back to your old house was a blur, your thoughts spinning as you tried to make sense of everything. You had made the decision to return, but only because you knew you couldn't escape the pull he had on you -not yet. Not completely.

When you arrived, you hesitated before unlocking the door. The keys were still in your hand, their cold weight a reminder of everything that had happened between you two.

As you stepped inside, the first thing you noticed was the silence. The living room was too quiet, the space feeling too familiar, too... him.

And then you saw him.

Jungkook sat casually on the couch, his legs stretched out in front of him, a smug smile on his face. The thing that caught your attention, though, was the ring resting on the coffee table in front of him -your wedding ring. The same one you made sure to leave behind before slamming the door at the entrance and starting a new life -that you thought would last longer than just two months.

He watched you closely, eyes gleaming with an unreadable expression as he spoke, his voice low. "Welcome home, Y/n."

You didn't say anything at first, your gaze flicking from the ring to his face. The frustration and betrayal you felt were still fresh, but it wasn't enough to drown out the undeniable truth -Jungkook knew how to get under your skin like no one else.

You walked past him without a word, picking up the ring and slipping it onto your finger, the cold metal a reminder of everything you had once shared.

"Don't think this means anything," you said, your voice steady despite the storm brewing inside you. "I'm here, but I'm not yours. And I'm coming back with my conditions".

He smirked while arching his eyebrows, inviting you to share with him the ideas you came up with the twenty four hours you were apart.

"I'll keep my room, we aren't sharing a bed" you said first. "I want my space. I have enough with having to stay here until you get bored, I don't want to deal with your snores on top of it all".

His chuckle echoed in the four wide walls. He could give you back your room, it wasn't like he made any changes. Actually, he didn't dare to move a single thing whenever he got in there to sit at the edge and look around, since it was the only way to feel close to you those two months you were apart.

"We're married, but I'm living my life".

"That means fucking that new guy?" he arched his eyebrow, not amused by your second condition.

"That means having my own life, do and undo whatever the hell I want, leave this place whenever I please with no explanations. You want me here? Fine. But it'll be as if you had a piece of decoration".

"I want you here at eleven every night"

You froze at his petition, sure you didn't hear him well or understand him properly. Did he just say...?

"Go and fuck whoever you please, but at night I want you in your bed, under my roof" he calmly added.

He couldn't control who you were going to see, and it wasn't like it was going to be something to last forever -he was convinced you'd give up on any other men you had tried to meet after him the second you spent more time together again. It'd be as if you had never left.

He wanted to be relieved and calm, knowing that you'd be safe in his house. That was all he needed.

"And what if I don't want to?"

"I'm accepting your conditions, you should also accept mine" he cut you off, his glare rough as he drilled into your eyes.

"Fine..." you sighed. "The time I'm here, though, I don't want you to speak to me unless it's necessary. And I mean life or death situation" you tried to make yourself clear by adding that new condition.

"Now I can't speak to you?"

"You had a chance to and you didn't take it, now I don't want to hear anything, absolutely nothing, at all, from you".

Said that, you picked up your suitcase, walking upstairs to close yourself inside your old room, surprised at how the place even smelled the exact same way it did the day you left.

Jungkook's smile didn't fade as he leaned back on the couch, looking up at the short way you made to the first floor. "We'll see about that."

The first few days back in the house were cold and quiet -just how you wanted it. You stuck to your word, speaking to Jungkook only when absolutely necessary. If he asked a question, you answered with as few words as possible. If you crossed paths in the hall, you barely spared him a glance.

It worked... for a while.

But Jungkook wasn't the type to tolerate being ignored.

One evening, you were in the kitchen preparing dinner when you felt his presence behind you. He leaned against the counter, silently watching you as you chopped vegetables.

You ignored him, hoping he would leave.

He didn't.

The silence stretched between you like a taut wire, heavy and suffocating. Finally, Jungkook spoke, his voice low and deliberate. "Are you really planning on keeping this up forever?"

You didn't look at him. "We agreed to only necessary conversations."

"And this feels very necessary to me," he said, stepping closer. "Unless you're enjoying playing house in silence".

Your jaw tightened. "I'm not playing anything, Jungkook. I'm trying to survive living under the same roof as you".

His lips curved into a slow, maddening smirk. "Funny, because from where I'm standing, it seems like you're running away".

That did it. You dropped the knife onto the cutting board with a sharp thud and turned to face him. "Running away? From what exactly?"

"From me" he tilted his head, his eyes never leaving yours. "From whatever it is you're so afraid to admit."

"You're delusional," you said, crossing your arms. "Not everything revolves around you, Jungkook."

He took another step forward, and suddenly the space between you felt far too small. "No, but you're making it pretty obvious that something about me still gets to you" his gaze dropped briefly to your lips before locking onto your eyes again. "Otherwise, you wouldn't be working so hard to avoid me".

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you refused to back down. "I'm not avoiding you. I'm just choosing not to engage with someone who clearly can't respect boundaries".

Jungkook chuckled softly, but there was no humor in it. "Boundaries, huh?" his voice dropped an octave, dangerously low. "Tell me, Y/n... how long do you think you can keep pretending you don't feel anything when I'm this close?"

He was right in front of you now, his breath warm against your skin. Every instinct in your body screamed at you to push him away, to tell him he was wrong.

But you didn't move.

For a second, neither did he.

Then his hand brushed against your wrist, his fingers curling gently around it -not forcefully, but enough to send a jolt through your system. His eyes searched yours, waiting for you to tell him to stop.

But you couldn't.

The tension snapped, and before you knew it, his lips crashed into yours.

It wasn't soft or tentative -it was raw and desperate, a collision of anger and need that left you breathless. His hand slid up your back, pulling you closer as the world around you faded away.

For a moment, you let yourself get lost in it -the heat, the frustration, the undeniable pull that had always existed between you.

But reality hit just as hard, and you pulled back, breathless and shaken.

"See?" Jungkook whispered, his forehead resting against yours. "You can lie to yourself all you want. But you can't lie to me".

"No, that's definitely more your thing" you clapped back, making sure your back was glued to the counter, as if that would keep from making another mistake.

"You still think I lied to you?" his eyebrows momentarily arched, before his hand landed over the counter, bending his body slightly.

"I don't think so, I know it" you tilted your head. "Which makes me wonder what the fuck do you exactly want from me?"

"Do I have to spell it out for you?" he aimed to take a step closer to you, his hand slipping from the counter as he approached you.

Before he could reduce the distance to a palm, you quickly picked up the knife over the cutting board to threaten him with it, Jungkook instantly raising his hands in a mockery surrender pose.

"You treated me like a fool once. I'm not allowing you to do it a second time" you assure him, your eyes piercing through his.

You dropped the knife back to the counter, thinking it was going to be a better idea to just leave and have dinner somewhere else than stay in that house and stand his constant comments and silent looks.

The moment you left Jungkook standing in the kitchen, lips swollen from the kiss you still felt burning on your skin, you knew you couldn't stay in that house any longer, at least not when you felt so weak.

One wrong word and move, and you'd be back to a place you'd regret.

You grabbed your coat and keys, ignoring the pounding in your chest, and headed straight to Steve's apartment.

He answered the door within seconds, his brows lifting in surprise when he saw you standing there. "Y/n? What's wrong?"

You stepped inside, brushing past him. "I shouldn't have gone back to him. Moving into that house was a mistake."

Steve shut the door behind you, his expression hardening. "Did he do something?"

"No," you said quickly, though your voice wavered. "Not exactly. But... he won't let me go. He keeps trying to pull me back in, and it's suffocating."

You tried to ignore the fact that you didn't tell your boyfriend about the kiss. You could have, but for some reason you chose to hide that detail.

Steve gave you a soft look, his hand aiming for your arm to brush his fingers against the thick fabric of your coat. "Let's get you something warm first".

You played with the white cup in your hands, the steam from your hot tea almost reaching your nose.

"It's clear what he's doing" he thought out loud, his head shaking while still deep in thought. "He knows you're too strong to fall for his games, so he's trying to trap you emotionally. If you really want to get him out of your life, you need to hit him where it hurts".

You frowned. "What do you mean?"

He leaned in closer, lowering his voice. "Jungkook's entire identity is wrapped up in that company. It's what made your marriage necessary in the first place, right? He needed you to solidify his position as head of the company. So... why not disrupt that? Use the one thing that connects you both: his business".

The idea left you breathless for a second, the audacity of it hanging in the air. It was dangerous, calculated, and exactly the kind of move Jungkook wouldn't expect.

"You want me to ruin his position?" you asked cautiously.

"Not exactly ruin it," Steve said with a sly smile. "But challenge it. You have enough influence and knowledge to shake things up. Attend board meetings, make connections with the investors, prove that you are the real power in this relationship, not him".

Your mind raced at the possibilities. Jungkook had always thrived on control -especially in the business world. If you stepped into that world and took control of your own narrative, you wouldn't just be playing his game. You'd be rewriting the rules.

"I don't know..." you murmured, but deep down, a part of you was intrigued.

You wanted to fight back, but you weren't sure how the consequences of your actions could affect Jungkook in the future.

Hold on a second... Why were you even feeling sorry for him?

"Think about it," Steve said, leaning back with a confident grin. "If Jungkook wants to play power games, give him a fight he won't see coming".

You returned late that night, slipping back into the house like a shadow. Jungkook wasn't in the kitchen or the living room, but you felt his presence everywhere -watching, waiting.

As you climbed the stairs, your eyes drifted to the ring still sitting on the coffee table, gleaming under the soft light.

You ignored it and headed to your room, the resolve hardening in your chest.

This was war now.

Jungkook stood at the head of the conference table, his voice calm and commanding as he laid out his latest strategy to the board. His navy suit and confident stance made it clear who was in control. Every investor in the room hung on his every word.

Until the doors to the conference room swung open, interrupting him.

All eyes turned toward you as your heels clicked against the marble floor. Jungkook's smirk grew the moment he saw you. You were as beautiful as he kept thinking throughout the conference, that aura around you worked like a magnet. His attention had to be on you whenever you were in the same room -and even if you weren't. His eyes sparkled with mischief and curiosity, assuming you were here for a surprise visit.

But then you didn't stop by the door.

Instead, you walked to the far side of the long table, your expression composed and businesslike, not a single glance aimed at him. The room fell into a stunned silence as you looked down on the man who was sitting at Jungkook's right, your intimidating gaze immediately making him look to his left so everyone would move one seat away so his seat would be free for you.

Without a word, you took a seat, right next to Jungkook.

The tension in the room was palpable.

Jungkook's smirk faltered, his eyes narrowing as he watched you lean back in your chair, your fingers calmly tapping on the table. "Y/n," he said slowly, his tone low and questioning. "What are you doing here?"

You offered him a polite, professional smile, ignoring the flicker of warning in his eyes. "I'm here for the meeting, of course". You turned to the others, your voice clear and confident. "Good afternoon, gentlemen. You all must know, but I'm Y/n, and as of this morning, I'll be joining the executive board as the company's new Strategic Advisor".

Jungkook's jaw clenched. You could see the muscles in his neck tighten, though his expression remained otherwise unreadable. He leaned slightly toward you, his voice barely made it to your ears. "You've been busy, haven't you?"

You didn't blink. "I thought it was time I got involved. You keep insisting I'm your wife and such. You wanted me back at our house, so I think it's just fair I also take part in our business. You've always said we're a team, haven't you? You should be happy".

He straightened, eyes fixed on you, his mind running like crazy with all the thoughts in his head. "A team," he repeated, his voice dangerously calm. "Of course".

The meeting resumed, but you could feel Jungkook's eyes on you the entire time. Every word spoken, every decision discussed -it was all charged with tension. You chimed in occasionally, your remarks sharp and insightful, earning nods of approval from several board members, and casually opposing your husband's ideas or opinions.

By the end of the meeting, it was clear to everyone that you weren't just a pretty face in a designer dress. You belonged in that room, and you weren't going anywhere.

As the meeting wrapped up, the board members began to file out, offering you polite nods as they passed. Jungkook stayed seated, watching you with a carefully neutral expression. When the door finally closed behind the last executive, the silence between you became deafening.

"You've made your point," he said, his voice low and laced with something between admiration and irritation. "You had fun. Now go back home. This isn't a game".

You stood, smoothing your dress and giving him one last look. "Who said I'm playing a game, Jungkook? I'm just here to do what's best for the company".

With that, you turned and walked toward the door, leaving him sitting there -his eyes dark, his mind already calculating his next move.

That night, you barely made it through the front door before Jungkook's voice cut through the silence.

You swore things were being way too peaceful for it to be real. You left the company later in the evening, you spent time with your boyfriend, and then you went back home before eleven like Jungkook had conditioned you.

You didn't expect him to still be awake.

"You've got some nerve, Y/n," he said, leaning against the doorway of the living room. His tie was loosened, the top buttons of his shirt undone, revealing a sliver of his collarbone. His dark eyes pinned you in place, burning with a mix of anger and something else far more dangerous.

You calmly slipped off your heels, pretending not to notice the tension radiating from him. "I don't know what you're talking about".

He pushed off the doorframe, taking slow, deliberate steps toward you. "Really? Barging into my meeting, announcing your shiny new position in front of the entire board without telling me first? That wasn't just a power move, that was a declaration of war".

You crossed your arms, holding his gaze without flinching. "I'm only doing what's best for the company. Or are you threatened by me, Jungkook?"

His eyes darkened at the challenge, his jaw tightening. He stopped just inches away from you, his presence overwhelming. "Threatened?" he repeated, his voice dangerously soft. "No, love. I'm not threatened by you. But you should be careful".

You raised an eyebrow. "Is that a warning?"

His lips curled into a smirk, but there was no warmth in it "Call it... advice". He leaned in closer, his breath brushing against your ear. "Because if you want to play games with me, you'd better be ready for the consequences."

"Is that supposed to scare me?" you shot back, refusing to back down despite how close he was.

He let out a low, humorless chuckle. "No, Y/n. I know you aren't scared of shit like that".

The air between you crackled with tension. For a moment, neither of you moved, caught in a dangerous standoff. Then, without warning, Jungkook's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping gently -but firmly- around your wrist.

"You think you can walk into my world and play by your own rules?" he murmured, his eyes locked on yours. "Let me remind you who taught you how to play this game in the first place".

Before you could respond, his lips crashed into yours, all restraint vanishing in an instant. The kiss was fierce, consuming, a clash of frustration and desire that had been building for far too long. His hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you against him as if daring you to push him away.

But you didn't.

Instead, you kissed him back just as fiercely, pouring every ounce of your anger and defiance into it. It was a battle neither of you wanted to lose, a fight that left you breathless and trembling.

You found yourself pulling him closer, your hands wrapped around his neck when he pushed you against the door to corner you.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes burned with that familiar intensity -the one that always left you on edge.

"Tell me again," he whispered, his voice barely audible, "that you're not playing games with me."

You looked at him through hooded eyes, before you got back some strength to speak "I'm not. I'm just giving you the consequences of your actions".

After pushing him, you managed to walk away. You were paying him back with his own decisions, you were doing exactly what he told you to do -you even started wearing the ring again- only to make him regret everything he did to you.

Because, deep down, you weren't sure anymore.

But, as always, Jungkook changed the rules.

It started at the office. He didn't oppose your presence after a few days. Not only did he accept you working at the company, but he made it clear to everyone else that you belonged there.

"Y/n's perspective is valuable," he said during one of the meetings, his tone calm and confident, as though the two of you hadn't nearly torn each other apart the night before. "We'll benefit from her insight".

You blinked in surprise, not missing the way the other executives exchanged glances. Jungkook never shared control with anyone. Yet there he was, backing you up without hesitation, his demeanor warm and approachable.

You waited for him to pull some kind of stunt. To undermine you or push you into a corner. But it never came.

Instead, he stayed close -always helpful, always charming. He lingered by your office with coffee in hand, offering advice or casually checking on your progress. He praised your work during meetings, smiled at you in that disarmingly genuine way that made your stomach twist.

And he kept his distance -physically, at least. No more sudden touches. No more whispered words meant to unravel you.

But his eyes... his eyes never stopped watching you, never stopped waiting.

Every time you turned a corner, he was there. Every time you doubted your next move, he was one step ahead, guiding you with perfect timing. He was patient. Calculated.

He was making it impossible to hate him.

One late afternoon, after another meeting where Jungkook had spoken up in your favor, you lingered in the conference room, trying to process it all. The sun dipped low, casting golden light through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Something on your mind?"

You turned to find Jungkook standing in the doorway, his jacket slung over one shoulder, his sleeves rolled up. His voice was soft, almost casual, but there was a gleam in his eyes that betrayed his intent.

"Just thinking," you said, keeping your tone neutral.

"About how well we work together?" he asked, stepping inside and leaning against the table. "Admit it, Y/n. We make a hell of a team".

You narrowed your eyes. "You're up to something".

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Not this time. I meant what I said. I'm here to help you. I told you, we're partners now, we're a team. No games".

You wanted to believe him. You really did. But trusting Jungkook was like stepping into quicksand -you never knew how far you'd sink before it was too late.

Still... he was making it harder and harder to resist.

"I'll treat you to dinner" he moved his head, motioning you to walk with him.

But you froze. You already had plans, you were already meeting up with Steve to have dinner. But something in you couldn't hide the fact that you wanted to spend time with Jungkook -even if you saw each other all day now, it was never enough.

You could've said no and let Steve take you to the same restaurant you went to on Fridays, but you didn't.

"Uh, let me send an email real quick" you lied.

You took out your phone to let Steve know you wouldn't be able to meet him that night. It was the fourth time that week you stood him up. While the other times weren't related to your husband but work, they made you feel more regretful than that evening.

Twenty minutes later, you found yourself seated at a small, intimate table in an intimately lit restaurant tucked away from the city's busy streets. The place had an understated elegance -brick walls, warm lighting, the scent of freshly baked bread drifting through the air.

It wasn't flashy or extravagant. It felt... cozy. Unexpectedly personal.

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, watching you as the waiter poured wine into your glass. "Relax, Y/n. This isn't a business meeting".

You raised an eyebrow, swirling the wine in your glass. "Isn't it?"

"Not tonight." He rested his elbows on the table, his eyes never leaving yours. "I just want to enjoy your company. No business. No games".

You sipped your wine, unsure whether to believe him. The man sitting across from you was far too good at blurring lines, at slipping through cracks in your armor when you least expected it.

"So," Jungkook said after a beat of silence. "Tell me. How's your first week at the company been?"

"It's been... fine," you replied cautiously.

"Just fine?" His lips curved into a playful smirk. "Come on. Be honest".

You leaned back, crossing your arms. "Honestly? I expected you to be more of a pain in the ass".

His laughter was low and rich, drawing the attention of a few nearby diners. "I'm full of surprises".

"That much is true," you muttered, setting your glass down. "But I still don't trust you".

"Good," Jungkook said, his tone soft but serious. "You shouldn't".

That threw you off. For a second, his expression shifted -his eyes darkened, his smirk fading into something far more sincere.

"But maybe," he added, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine, "you'll give me the chance to change that".

You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening. Jungkook had always been a master at keeping you on edge, but tonight was different. Tonight, his words felt less like a game and more like... something real.

The waiter returned with your meals, breaking the tension. The conversation turned lighter, Jungkook recounting an embarrassing story from one of his early days at the company. His laugh was contagious, his charm impossible to ignore.

For the first time in a long while, you found yourself lowering your guard -just a little.

But as the evening went on, you couldn't shake the feeling that Jungkook was always one step ahead.

You were halfway through your meal when Jungkook leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, his eyes gleaming with something you couldn't quite read.

"So... Steve," he said, his voice deceptively casual. "Tell me about him."

Your fork froze mid-air. His tone was light, but the question hit you with the force of a loaded gun. You set your fork down carefully, your gaze narrowing.

"What about him?"

Jungkook tilted his head, lips curling into a slow, almost amused smile. "You've been seeing him for... what? A few months?"

"Why does that matter?" you asked, sipping your wine, trying to appear unaffected.

He shrugged. "Just curious. Seems like a nice guy. The kind of guy who probably wears beige sweaters and helps old ladies cross the street". His smile turned sharper "Safe".

Your jaw tightened. "Yes, he is. Which is more than I can say for most people" you snapped back your attack clear.

"Wow, calm down. It wasn't meant as an attack" Jungkook chuckled, leaning back in his chair, his eyes never leaving yours. "Although... safe is boring. You're not boring".

"Not everything has to be chaos and fire, Jungkook," you shot back, your voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

He swirled the wine in his glass, studying you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. "No. But it's more fun, isn't it?"

You could feel the tension rising again, the air between you thick with unspoken words. He wasn't just curious -he was poking at something, testing you, trying to find a crack in the wall you'd built.

"I'm happy with Steve," you said, folding your napkin and placing it on the table. "And he's good for me. Unlike certain people who thrive on turning everything into a power game".

His smile faded for just a second, his eyes flashing with something darker. "You think I'm playing a game with you?"

"Aren't you always?"

Jungkook leaned forward again, his voice low, dangerous, and intimate. "If I were playing, Y/n, you'd know it. But I'm not. Not this time".

You stared at him, your heartbeat picking up pace. His words were a challenge -a direct, undeniable dare to see through his layers and figure out what he really wanted.

The waiter returned, breaking the moment as he offered dessert, but you waved him off. You needed air. You needed to get out before Jungkook could sink any deeper into your thoughts.

The cool evening air hit your skin as you stepped outside the restaurant, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. You needed space -time to clear your head after that loaded conversation.

You had barely taken a few steps down the sidewalk when you heard the door swing open behind you, followed by the sound of his footsteps.

"Y/n," Jungkook called, his voice calm but commanding.

You didn't stop.

"I'm going home," you said without turning around. "Alone".

Because that was the only way you'd assure yourself you'd make your way to your room without letting Jungkook get in your head.

"Don't be ridiculous," he said, easily catching up to you. "I'll drive you".

You stopped abruptly, spinning on your heel to face him. "I don't want your company".

Jungkook smirked, his hands sliding into his pockets as he stepped closer, his eyes gleaming under the streetlights. "I'm not asking for your permission".

You crossed your arms, glaring at him. "You can't control everything".

His eyes darkened, his playful demeanor shifting into something far more serious. "I'm not trying to control you" he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. "But I'm not letting you walk away from me like that. Not tonight".

Your breath caught in your throat as he stood so close you could feel his warmth despite the chill in the air. His presence was overwhelming -intoxicating in a way that made you hate how easily he could unravel you.

"I really can't stand you" you muttered, turning to walk again. But before you could take another step, his hand gently wrapped around your wrist, stopping you in place.

"Let's go home together" he said softly, his eyes searching for yours. "Please."

The word caught you off guard. Jungkook rarely asked for anything. He demanded. But the way he said it now, with that rare hint of vulnerability, left you momentarily speechless.

Against your better judgment, you nodded, letting out a resigned sigh. "Fine".

The car ride was silent, the tension thick as Jungkook drove with one hand on the wheel, his other resting on his knee. You kept your gaze fixed on the passing city lights, refusing to acknowledge the way his presence filled the small space.

But when you reached the house, it was clear the night was far from over.

The car rolled to a stop in front of the house, the engine's low hum fading into silence. You hesitated for a moment before stepping out, your heels clicking softly against the pavement. Jungkook followed closely behind, his footsteps deliberate but hesitant -something you weren't used to from him.

He opened the front door and held it for you without a word, his eyes scanning your face as if searching for something. You stepped inside, your pulse quickening when you felt him right behind you, the air heavy with unspoken words.

"Y/n," he said softly, his voice raw and unfamiliar.

You froze in place, your back still to him, your hand tightening around the strap of your purse when you were able to recognize that tone in his voice. You didn't want to do this. You couldn't do this. Not now. Not after everything.

But Jungkook wasn't giving you a choice.

"I've thought about you every damn day," he said, his voice breaking ever so slightly. "Every night. Two months, Y/n. Do you know what it's like to feel haunted by someone who isn't even there?"

Your breath hitched, and you turned around slowly, meeting his eyes. His usual armor -the smirk, the cocky confidence- was nowhere to be found. Instead, he looked... tired. Vulnerable. And painfully sincere.

"I hated it," he continued, stepping closer. "And then there's that... Steve" he practically spat the name, his jaw tightening. "You think he's good for you? He's not. He'll never know you like I do. He'll never be able to keep up with you".

"Jungkook..." you started, but he cut you off.

"No," he said firmly. "Let me finish. I know I've made mistakes. I know I pushed you away when I should've done everything to keep you. And I know it's selfish to drag you back when you started to move on. But it drove me insane knowing someone else was filling the space I left empty" his voice dropped lower, almost a whisper. "I can't lose you. Not again".

His words hit you like a punch to the chest, every syllable unraveling the carefully constructed wall you had built over the past two months. Your throat tightened, tears threatening to rise, but you clenched your jaw, refusing to let them fall.

"Stop," you said quietly, your voice trembling despite your best efforts.

Jungkook's eyes flickered with confusion, but he obeyed, his lips pressing into a thin line.

"I can't hear this," you whispered, shaking your head. "Not now".

"Why?" he asked, taking another step closer, his eyes searching for yours.

"Because..." your voice caught in your throat.

You didn't know how to finish that sentence without exposing the feelings you were trying so hard to bury.

"Y/n," he said, softer this time, his hand reaching out as if to touch you but stopping halfway.

You took a step back, your heart hammering in your chest. "I need... I need space".

The room fell into a suffocating silence, the weight of his confession hanging heavy between you. Jungkook nodded slowly, his expression unreadable, but the hurt in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Okay," he said quietly, his voice barely audible. "I'll give you space".

You turned away quickly, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill. But even as you walked toward the stairs, his words echoed in your mind, each one cutting deeper than the last.

The restaurant was warm and filled with life, but you felt cold, your thoughts miles away from the conversation. Steve sat across from you, his smile easy, his words familiar and comforting, yet you barely registered a word. Your mind kept drifting back -back to the house you shared with Jungkook, to the memories that clung to you like a second skin.

"Y/n?" Steve called gently, his brow furrowed as he leaned closer. "Are you okay?"

"Huh?" You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts. "Yeah, sorry. Just... tired".

But you weren't tired. You were haunted. Haunted by the way Jungkook had started chipping away at your carefully built walls without even trying.

The mornings when you'd come down for coffee, and he'd already be there, leaning casually against the counter, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, holding out a cup he'd made just the way you liked it.

"Morning," he'd say, his voice low and husky from sleep, a knowing smile tugging at his lips when your fingers brushed as you took the cup.

The way he'd linger close -always too close. Passing by you in the hall of your office, his hand grazing your lower back, his touch sending sparks up your spine. Or how his eyes would follow you in meetings at the office, dark and intense, making you forget what you were supposed to be saying.

And the nights. The nights were the worst.

"Do you always work this late?" Jungkook had asked one evening, standing in your doorway, his tie loosened, his eyes tired but warm.

"I like working late," you had replied, barely glancing up from your laptop. But you'd felt his presence, the air charged with that electric tension.

"Liar," he'd muttered under his breath with a chuckle, disappearing down the hall before you could respond.

Every little thing he did had felt deliberate -small, intimate gestures that blurred the lines you had tried so desperately to draw.

And now, sitting across from Steve, you felt the weight of those memories pressing down on you like a tidal wave. You weren't the same person who had walked out of Jungkook's life two months ago. You had been reshaped, little by little, without even realizing it.

"Y/n, we need to talk" Steve said suddenly, his voice cutting through the fog in your mind. Those words brought you back instantly "I've noticed... Y/n, I think something's changed between us".

You looked up at him, startled. "What do you mean?"

He studied you for a long moment, his expression soft but knowing. "You seem... distracted. Distant, even. And I don't think it's just work. We barely see each other, and it's always one excuse after the other. And the little we get to see each other, you wear that fucking ring like you're actually married to him" subtly, your eyes moved down to your hand.

He was right. The first time it happened, Steve pointed it out with a joke. But the second, the third time... he noticed something was off with the way you started becoming more attached to that piece of jewelry. He noticed how you were distancing yourself from him, as if you never wanted to move on from the person who put it on you in the first place.

"I..." you tried to deny it, but the words caught in your throat.

"You're in love with him," Steve said gently, his eyes sad but honest.

Your breath caught in your chest, your pulse racing.

"No, I'm not," you said quickly, too quickly. "It's complicated".

Steve leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed. "No, it's not. It's pretty simple, actually. You're still wearing his mark in every part of your life, even if you don't see it. And maybe you've convinced yourself that you've moved on, but trust me... you haven't" he sighed, his back resting on the backrest. "When we started seeing each other, I thought you'd eventually forget about him. But now that he's back, I can see it even clearer on you. You think of him the way I think of you".

His words stung because they were true.

"I... I don't know how I feel about Jungkook. But you're right about one thing: I think about him the way I wished I thought about you" you sighed. "And I've been so selfish with you, so unfair... It shouldn't have taken me this long to realize".

Or maybe you did realize earlier, but you just clung to the idea that the stability Steve kept offering you was all you ever wanted. You tried to cover up your feelings with what you wanted.

"I'm really sorry for putting you in this position, I'm really sorry for hurting you and making you waste your time. I shouldn't have..."

"I knew what I was doing when I first walked in" Steve smirked. "It was also my choice to stay. I just hope he can be better and make you the happiest, because it's the only thing you deserve, Y/n".

Your heart broke when you watched him getting up and walking to you, his lips leaving a small kiss on your forehead before he started walking towards the exit.

It was over.

The front door clicked shut behind you, the soft sound of the lock sliding into place echoing in the quiet house when you came back home. You kicked off your heels, your jaw tight and your mind a tangled mess of emotions. Your heart raced -half from the lingering tension with Steve, half from the anticipation of seeing Jungkook.

The lights in the living room were turned on, you didn't need to catch a glimpse of Jungkook sitting on the couch to know he was there, his elbows were resting on his knees, his dark eyes locked on you the second you stepped inside. He looked like he'd been waiting for you, his jaw clenched, his tie loosened around his neck, the top buttons of his shirt undone.

He was indeed waiting for you. You arrived one hour late to the time you first agreed on your conditions, and his mind was already racing with all the things you could be doing, or the things that could've happened to you.

"Late night?" he asked, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable edge.

You froze, your pulse quickening as the weight of the conversation you'd just had with Steve pressed down on you. "Don't start, Jungkook. I'm not in the mood tonight".

He stood, taking slow, deliberate steps toward you. "I'm just curious. Did your boyfriend have something interesting to say?"

You glared at him, your fingers curling into fists at your sides. "This is none of your business".

He chuckled bitterly, his eyes darkening. "None of my business? You live in my house, Y/n. Everything about you is my business".

"You're unbelievable," you shot back, your voice rising. "I live in your house because you wanted it that way. We're still married because you wanted it that way. You made me your business because you're fucking insane" you snapped back "Yet I'm the one who owes you explanations and details?"

Jungkook stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "You do owe me an explanation, at the very least. You disappear for hours, come back with that look on your face, and I'm just supposed to act like it doesn't bother me?"

"It shouldn't!" you snapped. "This marriage is a lie, Jungkook! You don't get to be jealous or possessive. Fuck fuck's sake, you shouldn't even be worried. You said it yourself! It's meaningless, remember?"

He flinched at your words, his eyes narrowing. "You're really going to throw that in my face again?"

"You gave me no choice," you hissed. "I'm just playing by the rules you set, Jungkook".

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the air between you crackling with tension. His eyes flickered with something you couldn't quite place: frustration, anger, and something deeper, something dangerous.

"Fine," he said, his voice dangerously calm. "If that's how you want it".

You turned on your heel, heading for the stairs, your heart pounding in your chest. But Jungkook wasn't finished.

"You can run upstairs and lock yourself in that room all you want," he called after you. "But you can't keep avoiding this forever".

You didn't respond, your footsteps heavy as you climbed the stairs. When you reached your room, you slammed the door shut and leaned against it, your chest heaving.

The truth was, you were more terrified of not running.

Terrified that if you let him close again, you wouldn't have the strength to push him away.

Weeks passed, and the house felt colder with every passing day.

The distance between you and Jungkook had become a silent war -each of you too proud to surrender, too stubborn to bridge the gap. Every interaction was brief and transactional, your words clipped, your glances fleeting.

And yet, he was always there. Always watching. Always close enough to remind you that no matter how much space you tried to put between you, it was never enough.

Tonight was no different.

You stood in front of the mirror in your bedroom, applying the final touch of lipstick. The buzzing of your phone vibrated on the dresser -a message from your friends confirming the plans for the night.

You slipped into your heels, grabbed your jacket, and headed toward the door. The house was unusually quiet, but you barely noticed. You were halfway down the stairs when Jungkook's voice, low and groggy, stopped you in your tracks.

"Where are you going?"

You turned to find him leaning against the doorframe of the living room. His hair was tousled, his face pale, and he clutched the front of his shirt as if he could barely stand. His eyes met yours, and for a split second, you hesitated.

"Out," you said slowly, your brow furrowing. "Are you... okay?"

Jungkook groaned softly, staggering toward the couch and sinking onto it with a dramatic sigh. "I don't think so... I've felt off all day. I didn't even go to work".

When you didn't see him in the office, you thought it was because he was avoiding you as hard as you were avoiding him.

But you were wrong.

You crossed your arms, watching him closely. He looked convincingly miserable -too miserable, almost.

"You seemed fine earlier," you said, raising a brow.

You did catch a glimpse of him when you came back from the office. Truth was that you didn't pay enough attention to him, while he was lying on the couch, to tell whether he was really sick or just having a lazy day.

"I've been sick all day" he muttered, rubbing his forehead as if the weight of the world rested there. "Maybe it's a fever. Or worse. Who knows? I might not even wake up tomorrow".

You narrowed your eyes. "Are you seriously faking being sick to keep me from leaving?"

His head shot up, a spark of offense flashing in his eyes. "What? No!" he coughed -a little too perfectly timed. "I would never. I just thought... maybe you could stay. You know, in case I need... help".

A short laugh escaped you despite yourself. "Help with what? Tucking you in?"

Jungkook's lips curved into a small smirk, the sickly act slipping for a second. "Well, since you're offering..."

You shook your head, exasperated. "For real...."

He leaned back into the couch, his expression softening as he looked up at you. "Come on, just stay. Just tonight" his voice dropped, quieter, almost vulnerable. "It's been a while since we've had dinner together. I'll make it worth your while".

Something about the way he said it made your pulse quicken. His eyes -dark and earnest- locked onto yours, and suddenly, you were questioning whether you wanted to leave at all.

You sighed, glancing at the door one last time before slipping out of your heels and tossing your jacket onto a nearby chair. "Fine. But only because I don't want to come home and find you passed out on the floor".

Jungkook's eyes lit up for a brief second before he coughed again -weakly, almost theatrically- and leaned back on the couch like he was barely holding on. "I knew I could count on you".

You rolled your eyes, walking over to the other side of the room. "What do you want for dinner?"

"Takeout. Whatever you feel like," Jungkook said, already reaching for his phone. "My treat".

It wasn't long before the smell of food filled the house. Jungkook had ordered your favorite dishes, and despite yourself, you couldn't help but appreciate the thoughtfulness. The two of you sat cross-legged on the living room floor, cartons of takeout spread between you, soft music playing in the background.

He passed you a pair of chopsticks, his fingers brushing yours for a second longer than necessary. "You're too quiet tonight," he murmured, his eyes lingering on you. "What's on your mind?"

You gave a noncommittal shrug, focusing on your food. "Nothing much".

"Liar," he teased, nudging your leg gently with his knee. "You always get that look when something's bothering you".

"You're imagining things," you replied, taking a sip of your drink.

He watched you for a moment, his playful smirk fading into something softer. "I missed this".

Your breath hitched slightly, but you quickly masked it. "You mean tricking me into staying home while you fake a near-death experience?"

Jungkook chuckled, a warm, genuine sound. "No. I mean... being with you like this. Talking. Eating. Just... being".

You hated how easily his words unsettled you, how they made your carefully constructed walls tremble just a little.

"Don't get used to it," you muttered, trying to sound indifferent. "You're not that convincing, by the way".

His brows lifted. "What do you mean?"

"You forgot you were supposed to be sick about twenty minutes ago".

Jungkook froze, his chopsticks hovering mid-air, then laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Guess I got caught up in the moment".

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Uh-huh. Caught up in ordering half the menu and devouring it like you haven't eaten in a week?"

He grinned, his eyes crinkling at the edges. "I haven't eaten in a whole day... almost. I needed to be convincing".

"You keep proving how crazy you are" you said dryly, but you couldn't stop the small smile that tugged at your lips.

As the evening stretched on, the atmosphere grew warmer, more intimate. You leaned back on the couch, full and content, while Jungkook sat beside you, his arm resting on the back cushion, his fingers just barely grazing your shoulder.

He didn't say much after that, just watched you in quiet contemplation, his gaze unreadable but steady, like he was trying to memorize every detail of this moment.

And for once, you didn't pull away.

"After all these months... I still don't know why you agreed to marry me" he said out of the blue, catching you off guard. "You're old enough to refuse. What could've your parents done to you? Block your cards?"

Your feet hesitated over the edge of the coffee table, while those memories came back after being left to the deepest area in your brain.

"I don't know. And I didn't want to risk learning it" you mumbled. "Sometimes I think they adopted me to trade me for something better" you scoffed, saying those thoughts out loud for the first time. "You can say all my life since I moved with them was about that. I was never a daughter, but an object to exchange. It's okay though" you sighed "I learned to live like that".

Jungkook stared at you for a few seconds in silence, drinking in every expression, every small gesture that gave out more of your feelings.

"I never thought of you that way" he admitted. "Before we married, I was attracted to you. Really attracted, I mean... You have no idea the amount of times that..."

"Jungkook, stop" you chuckled, attempting to hide your face behind your palms.

"What I mean is that our marriage just helped fasten things. Then I started to know you more after we moved in together, and I swear I've never been more lost with someone else before. Every little thing, even things I thought I already knew, made me feel like I was rewriting you all over again. I think... I started falling for you much earlier than I should've. And God, it felt so fucking good".

You could just stare at him as he spoke, trying to find a hint on how he was playing you, but there was nothing at all.

"But then... then you overheard me talking to Eunwoo... I knew the second I saw your face that I'd ruined everything. I hated myself for it. Every damn day after you left, I cursed myself for not stopping you".

Your breath caught in your throat. The sincerity in his voice, the cracks in his carefully guarded composure... It was too much. Too real.

"I just want you to know that I didn't say those things to hurt you," Jungkook began, his jaw tightening. "I didn't feel them. I could never feel them. I said them because I thought I was protecting you".

"Protecting me?" you blinked, confusion flickering across your face.

"My father started getting suspicious of us when I kept dodging the topic every time he brought up the divorce. And it got worse when I suggested you to become part of the company, because you're brilliant and you have amazing ideas, and you'd add so much by doing what you love... And you proved it these weeks. But my father thought that maybe I was getting too invested in you, and having us involved together in something else would only make it harder for us to part ways. I didn't want you to become a target, I didn't want you in between the crossfire".

You crossed your arms, trying to maintain your composure. "So your solution was to tell Eunwoo that I meant nothing to you?"

"I panicked. Eunwoo and his mother have a tight connection with my father, so maybe if I reassured him that everything was as always..." Jungkook admitted, his voice cracking just slightly. "I thought if I made it sound like it was all just business, like I didn't care... it would all stop. My father would leave you alone, and we'd be able to keep going for a little longer until we got strong enough. No one would question your success, and with just a little more time we would've gotten strong enough to get through everything. I didn't realize how wrong I was until it was too late".

He ran a hand down his face, his frustration evident. "It backfired in the worst way. You heard it, and it broke us. I would've taken it back in a heartbeat if I could".

"What changed now? Because I doubt your father was happy with the idea of having me back".

"It's worse to have you away, and share you with someone else, than going through a war against my father to keep you in my life" he whispered. "When I signed those papers... I was so angry at you, but I was angrier at me, because I thought I wasn't going to be able to protect you. And then you signed them as well, and I couldn't find the courage to file them and present them in court. It was the only thing that kept us together".

You leaned back against the couch, folding your arms tightly across your chest, trying to put some distance between yourself and the raw vulnerability in Jungkook's eyes.

"The first week, I tried to get you out of my head and convince myself that it was for the better. I kept postponing presenting the files until I realized I didn't want to".

You opened your mouth to respond, but the way Jungkook's gaze darkened made you stop short. He pressed his lips into a thin line, as if weighing what to say next, before finally leaning closer -too close.

"I gave you space, I let you live your life" he said, his voice low, almost dangerously calm. "But you didn't really think I'd let you go, didn't you?"

Your pulse quickened, unease spreading through your chest. "What are you talking about?"

Jungkook tilted his head, a bitter smile playing on his lips. "I never stopped keeping tabs on you. Not once. Those months we were apart? I knew exactly where you were, what you were doing... and who you were with".

Your heart stopped. "You... what?"

Jungkook shook his head, his expression almost regretful. "I wanted to let you move on at first... but the second I saw him holding your hand, touching you like you were his, I couldn't stand it. So I made sure he wouldn't last long in your life." he paused, leaning closer. "Did you ever wonder why Steve's company suddenly lost that big contract? Why he became distant, out of nowhere?"

Your stomach churned. You had wondered. You remember the big turn in Steve's personality after that, but you two managed to get him back on the right road.

"You..." your voice shook with rage. "You almost ruined his career just to... what? Keep me single?"

Jungkook's jaw tightened. "To bring you back where you belong" his voice softened, his eyes blazing with something raw and possessive. "With me" he sighed, slightly throwing his head back "When you didn't break up after that, I knew I needed to do something else. And that was why I showed up looking for you and bringing you back".

Your breath caught in your throat, torn between fury and disbelief. "You're sick in the head".

"Maybe," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But you can't deny that part of you wanted to come back. Even now, you're still here. You're still mine."

Your hands clenched into fists as his words settled like poison in your veins. "Mine." That one word snapped something inside you, sending you spiraling between anger and something far more dangerous.

Shit... why was your body feeling lighter after his confession? Why were you so eager for his lips? Why did his twisted actions work to make your heart beat faster for him?

"I know you're feeling the same way even if you're with that prick" he whispered, his fingers softly tracing your jaw.

He shifted closer to you, his thigh pressing against yours, rubbing your skin over your tights. He looked into your eyes, and you could feel a spark ignite between you. "Y/n, love," he said softly, "I've been an idiot. I'm sorry."

Jungkook leaned in, his lips gently brushing against yours, instantly getting them to part as if he had thrown a spell on you. You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of his touch, getting lost in the rush when he finally linked your lips together. It was slow, gentle, as if he was afraid you'd move away. But slowly, your lips sucked on his, your lower lip molding in between them, the kiss deepening as your tongues explored each other's mouths, the mere contact making the two of you moan. Jungkook's hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer, making sure there wouldn't be a single inch between your bodies.

After the distance between you, he couldn't tolerate any physical space.

"You taste so good," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I've missed this".

You moaned softly, your lips still brushing his, your body responding to his touch. "I've missed you too," you finally admitted, your voice breathless.

When you kissed again, you could feel the air shifting, the tension turned into something heavier, something that almost made you eat the other alive.

Jungkook's hand moved up to cup your breast, his fingers gently squeezing while his thumb rubbed against your nipple through the fabric of your dress. Shocked by pleasure, you stopped the kiss to bite his lower lip for a few seconds, the time it took you to control your own moan. "Is this what you want?" he asked, his voice a low growl, when you finally released his lip.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice filled with need. "I want you".

Jungkook's hand moved to the hem of your dress, slowly lifting it up, his warm palm covering every inch of skin he went through as he moved it up. And every centimeter of skin that was exposed made you eager for more. You raised your arms when he pulled the elastic fabric up enough, allowing him to remove it completely. Jungkook leaned down, his lips capturing one of your nipples through the lace of your bra, having your back arching and your body surrendering to him as you rested against the backrest of the couch. You moaned, your hands tangling in his hair to make sure he wouldn't move away.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his hands moving to unclasp your bra. "I could touch you all day".

Your bra fell away, and Jungkook's hands replaced the lace, cupping your bare breasts with an eroticism that had your breath catching in your throat. He kissed you again, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands explored your body, he wanted to make it clear you were his. Not to you, but to his own self. Your hands moved to his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly.

"I want to feel you," you whispered, your fingers tracing the muscles of his chest.

Jungkook moved away shortly, just enough to allow you to remove his shirt completely. He unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers. Your eyes widened as you saw his hardened bulge, straining against his briefs.

"You're already like this?" she chuckled, looking up to his eyes.

Jungkook smirked, hooking his thumbs into his briefs and pushing them down. "You keep underestimating the power you have over me, love. My whole body reacts for you".

Your hands moved to your tights, pushing them down along with your panties. Jungkook kneeled on the couch, his hands moving to your thighs, taking you by surprise when he leaned in, his tongue flicking against your clit.

You gasped, your body bucking against his touch. "Jung... kook," you moaned, your hands tangling in his hair.

His tongue continued to explore you, his fingers joining in, sliding in and out of her wetness with a slow motion that had you sinking deeper on the couch. Your moans filled the room, your body writhing against his touch.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice filled with desire, before licking again.

As minutes passed, you could feel your body tensing, your high crashing over you with such intensity that you saw white for a mini second. Jungkook's tongue continued to move, drawing out your pleasure, not wanting to move away from you. Your muscles relaxed, although not entirely, because you were back at that state of arousal that had you edging for more, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

Jungkook stood up, his hands cupping your face to stop you before your mouth could reach his length. You looked up at him, your eyes filled with all the filthy things you wanted to happen.

You wanted him.

"I have to be inside you first" he bent over to kiss you. "It's the only right way to do it".

His hands hooked below your arms to pull you up, to quickly move around your waist and your nape to link your lips once more. His touch felt as if he wanted you to become one: the way he kept sticking your body close to his, the way his hand on your hair tangled around the locks to pull you deeper for the kiss, the way his nails scratched your back... It was more than just love.

You'd have walked blindly towards your room if you hadn't stumbled and fell over the stairs. Neither of you knew whether it was the need or hunger, but neither of you got up. Jungkook made sure to place you so you'd be sitting on the step while your back and head resting on the others, with his body barely making it on the edge to fit in between your legs.

He positioned himself at your entrance, his dick sliding in slowly. You moaned, your body adjusting to his size after so long. Jungkook began to move, his hips thrusting against yours slowly at first, trying to memorize the feeling, the way your walls wrapped around him so good that he almost forgot how to breathe.

"You feel so good," he groaned, his voice filled with pleasure.

Your hands moved to his back, your nails digging into his skin while your legs wrapped higher on his waist. "Jungkook, please," you moaned, your body arching against his.

You didn't know to specify what you wanted, he already knew. Jungkook's thrusts became more forceful, his body slamming against yours. You didn't even care how the edge of the step kept hitting against your back, that pain became part of the pleasure at some point. Your moans filled the hall, your body responding to his touch in a way it hadn't before. "Yes" you moaned, your body tensing as another wave of pleasure approached. "Jungkook" your voice cracked.

Jungkook's thrusts became erratic, his body tensing as he tried to control his own release from coming. But it was so hard, he ended up spilling himself inside you, his hips sloppily moving while his dick twitched wrapped around your walls, his lips seeking for yours to let you know he wasn't done.

Somehow, you made it to his room, the bed looked like a battlefield from all the turns and shifts, the sheets stained with sweat and something else.

Your body collapsed a third time over the mattress, your moan prolonging a bit longer while you tried to catch your breath. It was like a reward for getting him hard again when you sucked him off through his release during the second round.

Your ears beeped, your sight was blurry, but the only thing your over sensitive body could feel was the way his body collapsed on top of you, his body shuddering with his orgasm.

You laid there for a moment, your bodies entwined, his face hiding in the curve of your neck while he whispered the most devoted words to your ear. He rolled off of you, just to pull you close. You snuggled against him, your body still humming with pleasure, ignoring the rational part of your brain that was asking you to leave.

You'd have plenty of chances to act that way. During that night, you just wanted to be with him.

"I love you, Y/n," he whispered. "Even if you hate me for what I did, even if your heart belongs to someone else. I fucking love you, Y/n. And I doubt I'll ever be able to feel the same way about someone else".

The sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You stirred awake, the weight of last night pressing down on your chest as memories flashed through your mind: Jungkook's confession, the tension, and how everything had unraveled after, how you tried to ignore it as he hugged you closer to help you fall asleep.

For a second, you hoped it had been a dream, but the faint hum of activity outside your bedroom told you otherwise. Jungkook was already awake.

You sighed, dragging yourself out of bed and into the bathroom to freshen up. The silence in the house was oppressive, a sharp contrast to the heated exchange from hours before. After throwing on something casual, you padded barefoot into the kitchen, where you found him leaning against the counter, a mug of coffee in hand.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark and unreadable. "Morning," he said, his voice low, almost cautious.

You nodded, walking past him to pour yourself a cup of coffee. The air between you felt suffocating, thick with words that had already been said, and some others that were left unspoken.

"Did you sleep well?" Jungkook asked, breaking the silence.

You glanced at him briefly. "Fine".

He took a slow sip of his coffee, his gaze never leaving yours. "About last night..."

"Let's not," you cut him off, your tone firmer than you intended. "I think we've said enough".

His jaw clenched, but he nodded, stepping aside as you moved toward the fridge. You grabbed some fruit, peeling it in silence, feeling his eyes on you the entire time.

"Are you really going to pretend it didn't happen?" he finally asked, his voice steady but laced with frustration. "What I said, what we shared... it wasn't nothing".

You set the fruit down with a soft thud, turning to face him. "I'm not pretending it didn't happen. I just don't know what you expect me to do with it".

"I expect you to stop running," he said, taking a step closer. "To stop hiding behind your walls every time things get complicated. Fuck, I thought we were getting somewhere".

"And I expect you to stop playing with my life," you shot back. "You've been controlling everything since the beginning, how am I supposed to trust this isn't just another game to you?"

He looked genuinely hurt for a moment, his expression softening. "It's not a game," he said quietly. "It's never been a game. You're the only thing that's ever felt real in all of this".

His words made your heart twist painfully, but you pushed it aside, unwilling to let him see how deeply they affected you. "I need time," you said again, your voice barely above a whisper. "I can't just flip a switch and forget everything that happened".

Jungkook's shoulders sagged slightly, his frustration giving way to something more vulnerable. "I get it," he said after a pause. "Take all the time you need. But I'm not going anywhere".

You stared at him for a long moment before turning away, grabbing your coffee and heading back to your room.

You thought that would be the end of the conversation, at least for now. But Jungkook had never been one to back down so easily, and deep down, you knew this was far from over.

Later that evening, the house was unusually quiet. You sat on the edge of the couch, staring blankly at the television, not even registering the images flashing across the screen. The weight of everything that had happened lingered heavily between you and Jungkook, who sat a few feet away, his gaze fixed on you rather than the show.

"Y/n," Jungkook said softly, breaking the silence. His tone was different -calm, almost resigned. "We need to talk".

You turned to face him, your heart tightening at the serious look in his eyes. "About what?"

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his fingers laced together. His usual confidence was gone, replaced by something more vulnerable. "I've been thinking... maybe I've been holding on too tightly".

Your breath hitched slightly, but you kept your expression neutral. "What do you mean?"

Jungkook looked at you with a mix of sadness and determination. "I've forced you to stay. Dragged you back into my life without giving you much of a choice. I thought it was what I needed to keep you close, but... I can see how much it's been tearing you apart".

You opened your mouth to speak, but he raised a hand to stop you. "Let me finish," he said gently. "If you want to go, I won't stop you this time. No tricks, no conditions. I'll set you free" his voice caught slightly on the last word. "I just want you to be happy, even if that means it's not with me".

The air seemed to leave the room all at once. His words, so final, hit you harder than you expected. For months, you had wanted exactly this -a clean break, a way out. But now that he was offering it, your chest tightened painfully.

"You're... serious?" you asked, barely above a whisper.

"Yes," he said quietly, his eyes searching for yours. "I'm tired of forcing you to stay in a place you don't want to be. I love you too much to keep you trapped here".

Your throat constricted to the raw emotion in his voice. His confession hung in the air, making it nearly impossible to breathe. You wanted to say something -anything- but the words wouldn't come.

For the first time, it felt like the walls you had built around yourself were beginning to crumble, piece by piece. And it scared you more than anything.

Jungkook smiled faintly, though it didn't reach his eyes. "I'll leave you alone tonight. You can think about it. Just... let me know what you decide".

He stood slowly, his steps heavy as he walked toward the hallway. You watched him disappear around the corner, your chest tightening more with every step he took.

Alone in the silence, you realized that maybe, just maybe, the thing you were most afraid of wasn't staying with Jungkook -it was losing him entirely. You fell for him too long ago, you refused to see it even when Steve threw it at your face, and now you were scared of the aftermath of building all those walls around you.

The tension had been eating you alive for days. Each passing hour only made it worse. Jungkook had given you space -too much space- and the longer you waited, the more you hated it. You had tried to convince yourself that you needed time, but deep down, you knew the truth. You didn't want time. You didn't want to be free.

You wanted to be with him.

The realization hit you like a freight train as you found yourself pacing outside his company's headquarters. This was reckless -completely irrational- but you didn't care.

With your heart in your throat, you pushed through the glass doors of the building, ignoring the curious glances from employees as you made your way to the top floor. The elevator ride felt endless, every second ticking by with the weight of everything unsaid between you.

When the doors opened, you strode into his office like a storm. His secretary tried to stop you, stammering something about an important meeting, but you barely heard her. Nothing mattered except getting to Jungkook.

He was in the middle of a conversation with a group of executives when you burst through the door. His head snapped up, eyes widening in shock. For a moment, the room fell into stunned silence.

"Y/n?" his voice was calm, but the confusion and flicker of hope in his eyes betrayed him.

You didn't respond -not with words, at least. You crossed the room in long, determined strides, your pulse racing. The executives glanced at each other, murmuring awkwardly, but you didn't care.

You stopped right in front of him, your gaze locking onto his, while your hands were holding the divorce papers he kept in his office. You ripped the papers, throwing them over his desk. Then, without a second thought, you grabbed the front of his suit jacket and pulled him down into a kiss.

It wasn't gentle or hesitant. It was fierce and all-consuming, filled with every emotion you'd been holding back for months -anger, longing, love. Jungkook froze for half a second before his hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer as he kissed you back with equal intensity.

The room erupted in gasps, but the world faded away. There was only him -his warmth, his scent, the way his lips molded perfectly to yours.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, Jungkook's eyes searched yours, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"I don't want a divorce," you said, your voice trembling but determined. "I don't want to leave. I want to be with you, Jungkook. I want to love you, I want the freaky sex and the cozy nights in, the boring days and the full family pack. I want you".

A slow, almost disbelieving smile spread across his face. His grip on your waist tightened slightly. "Say it again," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of your pounding heart.

"I want you," you repeated, tears welling in your eyes. "I love you".

Jungkook pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes closed as if savoring the moment. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that".

The executives were still awkwardly lingering nearby, but Jungkook didn't seem to care anymore. He leaned down to kiss you again -softer this time, filled with the promise of everything yet to come.

He pulled back just enough to murmur against your lips, "Let's go home." When he turned to the executives, all of them were dedicating him a confused look "We'll retake this tomorrow morning. As you can see, my wife needs me".

Jungkook intertwined his fingers with yours, leading you out of the office without a second glance at the stunned executives. His grip was firm, almost desperate, like he was afraid you might slip away if he let go.

Neither of you said a word on the elevator ride down, tension crackling between you like a live wire. His thumb traced absent circles on the back of your hand, a gesture that felt far too intimate for someone who had just promised to set you free days earlier.

Once you stepped outside, the cool evening breeze hit you, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside you. Jungkook's black car was already waiting at the curb. He opened the door for you, his eyes dark and unreadable, and you slid inside without hesitation.

The ride home was thick with silence, but not the cold kind you'd endured for weeks. This one was heavier -charged with everything still left unsaid. Every glance he stole at you from the driver's seat only made your pulse quicken, while his smirk grew when he felt the muscles on your thigh tensing under his touch as he reached for it.

When you arrived back at the house, Jungkook barely waited for the door to close before pulling you into him. His lips found yours again, urgent and demanding, as he backed you against the wall in the entryway.

"I meant what I said," you whispered between kisses, your fingers curling into the fabric of his blazer. "I'm not leaving".

Jungkook rested his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged. "Good," he muttered, his voice rough with emotion. "Because I'm never letting you go again".

His hands moved to cup your face, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the intensity in his eyes. "Do you know how many times I've imagined you coming back to me like this?" he whispered, his thumb brushing across your cheek. "How many times I regretted pushing you away?"

"Then don't push me away this time," you said softly, your own voice trembling.

A flicker of vulnerability crossed his face -a crack in his carefully built armor. "I won't," he promised. "Not ever again".

He kissed you once more -slow and deliberate, savoring every second as if he were trying to memorize the feel of you all over again. And this time, it wasn't just a kiss filled with heat and passion. It was filled with something deeper -something neither of you dared put into words just yet.

"Come with me," Jungkook said, his voice low and inviting. His fingers laced with yours again as he led you upstairs, his steps steady but purposeful.

This time, there were no barriers between you. No distance. No hesitation.

You were back home.

Months had passed, and spring wrapped the city in soft sunlight and blooming flowers, a perfect backdrop for what was meant to be a "first-anniversary celebration" in everyone else's eyes. But to you and Jungkook, this was more than a party. This was your real wedding -a chance to do things right. No forced arrangements, no hidden agendas, no resentment. Just the two of you, ready to start again.

The preparations had consumed you for weeks, but for once, you didn't mind. Every decision felt personal now -every detail a piece of who you had become together. The venue was an intimate garden, bathed in warm light and adorned with white roses, soft candles flickering on every table. Guests mingled, clueless to the significance of the ceremony.

You stood in front of the mirror in the bridal suite, your heart racing as you smoothed down the lace bodice of your gown. This time, there was no hesitation, no dread weighing down your steps.

A knock at the door broke your thoughts.

"Come in," you called softly.

The door opened, and Jungkook stood there, already dressed in his tailored black suit, looking devastatingly handsome. His tie hung loose around his neck, as though he'd been too restless to finish getting ready.

"You're not supposed to see me before the ceremony," you teased, smiling despite the fluttering in your chest.

"I know," he said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. His eyes softened as he looked at you. "But I couldn't wait. I needed to see you".

He walked toward you, stopping just short of touching you. His eyes roamed over your face, his expression shifting from admiration to something deeper.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. "But more than that... you're mine".

You felt your throat tighten at the sincerity in his voice. "Jungkook..."

"I know this is just an anniversary party for everyone else, but for me... this is it. This is our real beginning," he said, his voice low and earnest. "No pretenses, no games. Just us. I love you, Y/n. More than anything".

Your breath hitched at the words -so simple, yet so powerful. You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers with his.

"I love you too," you said softly. "And I can't wait to marry you. For real this time".

A rare, boyish smile spread across his face. "Then let's go out there and do it right".

As you walked down the aisle moments later, everything felt different from that day months ago. This time, his eyes didn't carry worry or uncertainty. They were filled with warmth and love, unwavering as they locked on you.

And this time, when you reached him at the end of the aisle, it felt like the happiest day of your life.

The soft hum of a string quartet filled the air, blending with the scent of fresh roses as you stood across from Jungkook. His hand was steady in yours, his eyes never once leaving your face. The officiant spoke gently, inviting you to share your vows.

Jungkook had already said his -a tender, heartfelt confession of love and promises, full of words you never imagined hearing from him when your marriage first began. You barely managed to hold it together. But now, it was your turn.

Your throat felt tight, and for a moment, your eyes flicked to the guests seated around you. Then back to Jungkook. Only him.

You took a deep breath, your voice steady despite the rush of emotions flooding your chest.

"I've thought a lot about this moment," you began, your eyes locking on his, "what I'd say if I ever got the chance to do this right. The truth is... I didn't believe this would make me so happy when this all started. I didn't believe we'd make it. We were too different. Too stubborn. Too much like enemies who refused to surrender".

Jungkook's lips curled into a faint smile, his grip on your hand tightening just slightly, encouraging you to continue.

"And yet," you said, your voice softening, "somewhere in the middle of all that chaos, you became the person I didn't want to live without, you showed me a love and support I haven't ever seen in anyone else. I tried to fight it, I really did. But every time you stood by me -every time you pushed me to be stronger, even when I hated you for it- you made me realize something: I wasn't scared of you. I was scared of how much I needed you".

The air felt thicker, the world narrowing until it was just the two of you. Jungkook's eyes glistened, though he said nothing, waiting for you to finish.

"I love you," you confessed, your voice trembling now. "I love your strength, your loyalty, and your ridiculous determination to win every argument. I love how you see through me, even when I try to hide. I love how, no matter how hard I push, you always pull me back. So today, I'm choosing you again. Not because I have to. Not because of expectations. But because I want to. Every day, for the rest of my life... I want you, Jungkook. And I promise to always fight for us -just like you've always fought for me".

The guests seemed to vanish in the background, replaced by a heavy, electric silence. Jungkook's thumb brushed over your knuckles, his eyes filled with something raw and overwhelming. He leaned in slightly, his voice barely audible.

"You've just ruined me," he whispered with a soft, breathless laugh.

You cleaned each other's tears while smiling, your touch feeling as raw and sensitive as never before.

The officiant, or more like someone you hired to play it for that party, smiled knowingly. "I think it's time to seal these vows with a kiss."

Jungkook didn't hesitate. His hand cupped your cheek tighter, drawing you in for a slow, tender kiss -one filled with promises and beginnings, a far cry from the fiery, desperate kisses you had shared before. This one was different.

When you pulled back, breathless and dazed, the crowd erupted in cheers. But Jungkook only had eyes for you. And you only had eyes for him.

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LOST & FOUND 🫂 CH5

Day Two of your new life as Mommy and Daddy's little girl. This time, it's Daddy's turn to spoil you rotten. But before that: another shared shower that brings you very, very close to him.

soft!Daddy!dom x Mommy!domme x little girl!reader

WARNINGS: F!Reader insert. NSFW! Explicit sexual content. Mommy/Daddy kink. Dd/Md/lg dynamics. Dom/sub undertones. Pet names. Shared bed. Nudity. Shared shower. Size difference. Mutual washing. Angst/Comfort. Frottage/non-penetrative humping. Hand job. Cum shot/eating. (More notes under the cut!)

WORDS: 11.1k 🔷️ READ ON AO3 🔷️ 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

A/N: REMINDER: Reader (we call her pumpkin) is in her 20s, Mommy and Daddy are in their early and late thirties. Everything's more or less consensual. There's a bit of backstory for Reader (who basically suffers from depression and anxiety), but other than that, she's pretty neutral (only attributes she has are: hair long enough to braid and female genitalia, and she's bisexual or at least bi-curious, and leans more to the submissive side of things). In this chapter: It's Daddy's turn, so Mommy only has a few cameos, if you will. ❗ (Please READ THIS if you're confused about the tags I listed this under!) ❗

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After dinner, which you finished full and sated, you spent the rest of the evening on the couch between Mommy and Daddy, both of them with their hand on your thighs. You didn't really pay attention to whatever movie they were watching, you quickly dozed off, snuggling against Daddy's shoulder with Mommy leaning into you.

You had no idea how you got into bed that night or out of your clothes, but when you woke up the next morning, you found Mommy draped around your body, holding you tightly, breathing softly into your neck. Had she spent the whole night here? You felt warm all over, moved by her care and affection, until you noticed that she was completely naked – as were you. Then you felt really hot.

Breathing a little harder, you felt her hand on your boobs, long fingers gliding up and down, pinching your nipple between them. She was fast asleep, you were sure, but you still didn't dare to move away. And when you did try to squirm, she pressed even harder into you, grinding her pelvis against your ass. You really wondered what had happened, what she did to you, what you did to her. There was nothing in your hazy mind.

Even though you should be shocked and appalled, you found yourself disappointed, because you wanted to remember whatever happened between you. Did she have her fingers in your cunt again? Did she make you do the same to her? Maybe she just wanted to cuddle, skin on skin, to share the warmth after a day spent together so intimately?

It wasn't a particularly new sensation though, to not remember what you did. You had phases in those months of darkness were entire days slipped away from you, gone from your mind forever, where maybe nothing happened, or maybe a bit too much. Yesterday had been an intense day, from painful beautification to an endless shopping spree, so maybe at the end of the day, your mind just shut off, not allowing anything new to get in.

Whatever the case, it didn't really matter, because you were sure Mommy would gladly repeat anything that happened between you when you were more conscious. You hoped so. The throb in your cunt hoped so. The way she'd looked at you before dinner (one of the last things you did remember) had been so intense, that hunger in her eyes unrivaled by anything you'd ever seen (except for a somewhat similar kind of hunger in Daddy's eyes).

You still wondered what she meant by having you for dessert.

Shifting slightly in bed, you let your eyes wander through the semi-dark room. Your room. What a strange thought. Maybe if you spent a little bit more time in it, it wouldn't feel as foreign anymore.

A sudden noise cut through your thoughts: the bedroom door opening with a quiet creak. Stiffening under the covers, unconsciously leaning more into Mommy's body, you listened, squeezing your eyes shut as you pretended to be asleep. Before your mind could come up with the only possible explanation for who would enter your room, it gave you a few more ideas, one darker than the next, and all of them made you shiver, some even elicited a little whine from you. You had always been afraid of the dark, and strange noises only fueled your vivid imagination.

But then you felt a warm hand on your shoulder as the mattress dipped a little. “Wake up, pumpkin,” you heard Daddy's quiet voice, a low thrum in the air, a vibration that surged through your body, pushing away any remaining dark thoughts.

Your eyes flew open, sleep (and Mommy) still clinging to you as you shifted to get closer to him. He helped you out of her death grip, and it was only when he pushed the covers down that you remembered that you were stark naked. While shame crashed through you as he pulled you out of bed and onto your feet, you tried to cover up, though he didn't even seem to mind when he gently nudged you into the bathroom.

With your heart nearly exploding in your heaving chest, you stopped in front of the shower, not daring to look back at him, but when you heard the rustle of clothes, you couldn't fight the curiosity after all. You caught a glimpse of tight skin and bulging veins snaking along his abdomen, a trail of dark hair guiding your eyes lower, yet before you got a look at something else, you looked away, your ears burning up badly, your breath hitching in your throat.

He stepped behind you then, his large hands on your shaking shoulders. “There's no shame in nudity, darling,” he whispered softly, leaning in to rub his beard against your soft cheek. “Right? It's all completely natural. Wouldn't you say?”

You swallowed hard, rolling your shoulders under his grip. “Y-yes, Daddy,” you replied quietly, not so sure you would agree. It was one thing to be naked with Mommy, or with another strange woman who was paid to rip hair off intimate places, but Daddy was very clearly a man, and while you'd seen naked men before, you'd never been so close to one as stunning as him. It was intimidating.

You felt even smaller, punier, uglier.

You just couldn't understand what he saw in you when he had someone like Mommy with him. She was clearly the better woman, a real woman, with big natural breasts, a narrow waist and wide hips, a well-shaped rear and long limbs, while you... were not, had none of that, at least in your eyes.

Biting your lip, you fought the strangled sob that tried to squeeze through your tight throat. Daddy seemed to feel your concerns, his hands squeezing your shoulders. You could feel his presence behind you, his tall, wide frame, his warmth, something brushing against your lower back.

“No need to be nervous, pumpkin,” he reassured you, turning his head to kiss your cheek. “It's just a shower. Mommy had one, didn't she? And now it's my turn.”

You inhaled sharply, your exhale a shaky little breath. “O-okay,” you muttered past trembling lips. He moved his hands to your arms, giving them a gentle squeeze, before he nudged you forward, his fingertips brushing against your butt cheeks. You stepped into the shower, still not facing him, and he followed you, closed the door and leaned past you to turn the water on.

You saw his big hands grabbing the bar of soap from one of the little shelves embedded in the wall, rubbing it between his large palms before he started spreading the suds on your shoulders, down your back, around your midriff, up your chest. You just stood there, frozen in place, your eyes closed as you leaned into his ministrations, the water spraying over your head. He is so gentle, you thought, for a big guy like him.

He would only soap you up, no uncomfortable touches, no groping, he wasn't as forward as Mommy had been. He did weigh your breasts in his large hands for a moment, fingers pressing into the soft flesh, his tall frame warm behind you, but it was just another means to clean your body, nothing more. And you almost wished it was more. The longer he moved his hands over you, the more you hoped he'd really touch you. In places Mommy had touched you.

Eventually he'd put the soap away and lean past you again to grab the shampoo. You blinked your eyes open against the constant spray of perfectly-tempered water, inhaling the steam surrounding you, watching his fingers work as he squeezed a little dollop onto his palm.

“Look up, pumpkin,” he said softly, and you did, tilting your head back so he could sink his fingers into your hair. Your eyes fell closed again as he massaged your scalp, little mewls escaping you as you sank into the relaxing touch. Once he'd lathered up your hair and wrapped it into a loose knot, his fingers rubbed down along your neck, before he tilted your head back even more.

You leaned into him, trusting him despite barely knowing him, and he held you with his hand around your elbow, the back of your head meeting his broad chest, and as your eyelids fluttered open, you met his gaze, a smile on his lips before he brought them closer to yours. One of his hands closed around your neck while one of yours moved up to grip his wrist as he leaned down fully to capture your lips for a chaste kiss, a simple pressing and brushing and gliding until a breathless gasp parted your lips.

He held you by the throat as his tongue dipped into your mouth, his beard scratching over your soft skin, the extra tingle sending shivers down your spine and straight between your legs. You clung to him, caught between his arms, back pressed into his chest, head tilted to meet his deep kisses. You didn't quite know what to do with your tongue, letting him move it around, while your own rapid breaths mingled with his.

You felt lightheaded by the time he leaned back a little, bringing his lips lower to kiss along your jaw before he nibbled at your neck, his hand sliding down between the valley of your breasts, his fingertips teasing at the soft mounds. You heard and felt him inhaling deeply, his face pressed into the crook of your neck, his beard rough against your shoulder. One arm snaked around you, while the other hand continued lower. He stopped, however, before he could reach the place you wanted him to touch you the most, where the throbbing was becoming harder and harder to ignore.

He pressed his wide palm into your stomach, fingers spanning so far, before he exhaled against your neck. Another moment ticked past and he straightened up again, shifting you slightly so you stood fully under the spray of the water. As if nothing happened, he returned his hands to your hair and rinsed out the shampoo. You were left standing on trembling legs, still a little breathless, lips tingling, skin aflame under his touches.

This shouldn't feel so good, so comfortable, the doubts kept reminding you as they tried pushing past the cotton in your head. You didn't know this man and yet you allowed him to touch you like this. Sure, it was just a shower, but he was washing you like he would wash a child, or at least it felt like it, someone under his care, someone who couldn't do it themself. But then this was your role now, wasn't it? Letting these people take care of you, pamper you, treat you like the little girl they wanted you to be.

You were supposed to call them Mommy and Daddy, so really, what did you expect would happen?

The thing was, beneath the few doubts still screaming in your mind, there was content silence as you leaned into the capable hands of the man you barely knew but felt strangely connected to already. There was a clear attraction you couldn't deny, the insistent throb in your core, the little drip of your arousal mixing with the water cascading down your body, it was all real. And frankly, you were too tired to fight it.

After months of neglect and darkness and wasting away, it was the change you needed, and you'd do anything to keep it that way.

Daddy still had his fingers in your hair, soothing out knots and snarls, so careful you barely noticed it. You kept your eyes closed, leaning into him, feeling the bulk of his body behind you, the constant little pressure of something against your back.

“Daddy?” you whispered through the spray of the water.

“Yes, pumpkin?” he replied, his voice that deep vibration that made your heart beat faster.

“Can I wash you too?”

His hands paused. “If you want to,” he said then, smoothing your hair down, brushing his fingers over your shoulders and along your arms.

You felt him stepping back a little, and you inhaled deeply, opened your eyes and turned around, not only presenting your front to him but taking a first look at him as well. Your cheeks were already burning, and you tried your damnedest to keep your eyes above his navel. You could see a little smirk as he leaned past you and grabbed the soap again, holding it on his palm.

Your fingers closed around it while you held his gaze, breathing a little harder. The spray of the water kept hitting the back of your head, but you didn't care, you focused on him, on his tall frame. You felt so small standing before him like this, having to tilt your head back to look up at him. The expression on his handsome face was calm, patient and curious, his warm eyes raking up and down your body as you rubbed the bar of soap between your hands.

And just like that, you felt nervous, that same intimidating feeling taking over as you finally took a closer look at his body. As cheesy as the thought felt in your head, you couldn't help but compare him to those marble statues you'd seen in the museum before. Smooth skin, tight over hard muscles and bulging veins, perfectly sculpted body, toned arms and torso and legs (you did dare a look lower, still vehemently ignoring the sight between his thighs though), the only difference were the patches of dark hair between his pecs, trailing down his stomach, leading lower to –

Suddenly you felt his hand grabbing yours, bringing the soap up to his chest. You blinked, looking up at him, your face positively aflame. His gaze was kind, but his eyes were darker than usual. He guided your hand (and the soap) over his skin, watching you closely. You inhaled deeply, focusing on the task, rubbing more and more suds over him, and eventually he let you do it on your own.

The cotton in your head expanded as the doubts grew quieter, and you simply enjoyed being able to take care of him like this. He turned around for you, presenting more muscles under tight skin, and as you massaged his broad back, feeling the occasional twitch jerk through his body, you let your eyes wander, blushing deeply as they landed on his (of course equally well-shaped) rear. He stood perfectly still, a mountain of a man, a sight you'd never seen up close before.

But the more you touched him and explored the bumps and dents and ridges of his body, the more comfortable you felt about it, no longer as intimidated. You stepped closer and stretched behind him, trying to reach around his shoulders and up his neck, but you gave up when you slipped on the tiles, stumbling into him. He turned then, one arm around you, holding you up, an amused smile on his lips.

Trying to play it cool, you carefully took his hand and lifted his arm a little, moving the soap up and down, smiling softly when you wondered if he was as ticklish as you were, but you fought the temptation and concentrated on lathering him up. Once the other arm was done too, you paused, nervously fidgeting with the bar between your fingers, your eyes fixed on the hard muscles of his abdomen.

“I can take it from here, pumpkin,” he said quietly over the rush of water behind you.

You bit your lip, wanting to focus lower, really wanting to, itching to look at him, all of him, but before you could make a move, he took the soap from you and moved it between his large hands. You blinked, caught between wanting to watch him and to give him some privacy (strange concept when you were so close to him, when from the moment you stepped into their house, privacy and personal space were no longer on the menu).

A finger on your chin made you look up at him. “Have you ever seen a cock before, darling?” he asked nonchalantly.

You almost choked on your own spit. After clearing your throat, you averted your eyes and nodded.

“Touched one too?”

You nodded again, though the memory of that was hazy and somehow not as pleasant as you'd like to think. But that didn't stop you from wanting to touch him, even if you had no idea how to approach the matter.

“Give me your hand,” Daddy said quietly, extending his own, palm up.

You inhaled deeply, chewing on the inside of your cheek, then placed your small hand into his. You watched with bated breath how he brought your joined hands to his groin, your eyes wandering over the thicket of hair where some of the soap suds had seeped into, and then...

His cock was warm, firmer than you expected, not hard, but definitely not soft like the ones you had come into contact with before. He gently placed your hand under it, holding it up. It was heavy and... Your hand looked so small, your fingers not even able to wrap completely around it. “Big,” you whispered out loud, blinking at the sight and feel of him. Long and girthy, a prominent vein pressing into your palm, a little throb to it, the head poking out from a layer of tight skin.

A soft chuckle sounded in your ears, making you look up nervously. He smiled at you, amusement making his eyes crinkle. Your lips twitched, but you had to look away again, feeling so hot and bothered your chest was rising and falling faster. He kept his hand under yours, slowly moving it up and down his thick shaft, knuckles brushing against the soft flesh of his balls, and the more you touched of him, the more intimidated you felt all over again.

You stared at how your hand, guided by his, kept stroking his impressive cock, unblinkingly, and your eyes started burning from the hot steam around you. Though your head was full of cotton, focused on him, a few louder voices made it through. The doubts were back, but also a nagging realization. Despite the intimate encounters you had with these people you were supposed to call Mommy and Daddy, it suddenly dawned on you that they were expecting something from you too.

They didn't just want to care for you, cuddle and pamper you, buy you clothes and feed you, and even if they never explicitly said so, you knew there was more. Like Mommy's fingers in your cunt. Daddy's hands weighing your breasts. Their deep kisses that were anything but innocent. You were their toy, in a way, something to play with, something to use.

And holding this heavy cock in your hand only churned the nervous tension in your stomach. That thing was supposed to be inside you. That much was obvious, clear as day, and yet, you couldn't see it. It wasn't that you didn't want it, the throb in your cunt definitely wanted it, but the thought was scary. Not just the fact that he was so big and you were so small and it would never fit, but somehow you couldn't quite understand why he'd even want this, with you of all people.

And what if he won't like it? What if he really won't fit, deeming you... unusable? What if you didn't meet his expectations? They never said so, but your whole situation, this entire relationship, was centered around kink and sex, wasn't it? And if you couldn't deliver, would they send you away again? Why would they keep you?

Your heart was thundering in your chest, breaths erratic, your hand unconsciously tightening around his shaft. Tears burned in your eyes, and when a single croaked sob escaped you, you felt him letting go of your hand before he cupped your face and pulled your chin up, leaning down to look at you.

“What's the matter, pumpkin?” he whispered softly, concern deepening the lines on his forehead.

You blinked your eyes into focus, meeting his warm gaze. Your lips parted, but no words came out. His thumbs rubbed over your cheeks, catching the tears falling freely now.

“Shh, it's alright, don't cry,” he cooed, bringing his lips to your temple. “Talk to me, baby girl.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Will... will I be enough?” you managed to croak out, licking your trembling lips.

He leaned back, watching you with a frown. “Darling, of course! You are enough, you are more than enough. You are everything we've ever wanted,” he told you, his hands tightening around your head as he bent down to press his forehead to yours.

“B-but you... you don't even know me...” you muttered, more tears welling up in your eyes.

“Oh baby,” he whispered, pulling you against him until your cheek rested right between his pecs, his steady heartbeat loud in your ear.

His strong arms wrapped around you, squeezing softly, the embrace tight enough to dampen the doubts for a moment. You went limp, your hands falling to your sides. When he spoke, his voice was a low vibration ringing deep in your bones, silencing the echoing voices.

“We may have just met, but the moment I first saw you, when I first looked into your beautiful eyes, I knew it,” he said, his large hands rubbing up and down your back. “Knew that I would never let you go, that I'd have to guide you, help you, do everything in my power to see this wonderful girl smile and laugh and be happy again. I saw how lost you were, pumpkin, and I know you have your doubts, but you are no longer alone, no matter what your mind is telling you and has told you for so long. We will not push you away, we're here for you, Mommy and me, and as strange as it may seem to you, we have been looking for you, and we will only let you go when you are the strong, confident person you once were, who was excited about the world and its opportunities.”

You leaned against him, crying soundlessly, warmed by the water and his words. He rested his chin on top of your head, curling himself around you.

“Don't be afraid or intimidated by us, by me, by anything. You have no reason to. We want you, sweet girl, all of you, and we will do anything to empty that pretty head of yours,” he whispered, his chest moving against you when he inhaled deeply. “But we'll do so at your pace, okay? No need to panic or doubt yourself. We'll make you feel so good, pumpkin.”

You had to give it to him. He could both calm and comfort you, but also make you incredibly hungry for more. The itch in your core grew so strong you had to clamp your thighs together in an attempt to relieve the tension. Squirming in his hold, your hands moved up to grip at his sides, fingers gliding over shifting muscles, warm skin pressing into yours, his cock hard and heavy against your stomach.

“What do you need, baby?” he asked softly, his hands teasing lower, fingers curling around the slopes of your rear. “You can ask for anything. I'm here for you, okay? Daddy's got you.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, breathing harder. You had no idea how to even word the need crashing through your insides, so you kept shifting from one foot to the other, rubbing yourself against his hard body, your hands clawing at his lower back.

“Do you want me to touch you, baby girl?” he rasped, his fingertips dipping between your butt cheeks.

You stiffened, pausing the squirming, before you pressed your rear against his hands, a mumbled “Yes” escaping you. A rumble went through his chest when he gave a little laugh, slipping his hands lower, cupping your ass properly. And then he lifted you effortlessly, pulling you up and against him. Your arms wrapped around his neck while you instinctively pressed your thighs against his waist.

He shifted you slightly, one hand curled around your shoulder, the other slipping beneath you, and then it happened, your heated center pushed right against his cock, hard and stiff, pointing upwards, pressed between his lower stomach and your body. The spray of the shower hit your back, a steady stream of warmth adding to the heat gathering low in your core.

His hands settled on your waist, a strong grip, and when you leaned back a little to look at him, you saw him watching you, his face a little tight, that muscle in his jaw twitching, and his eyes were... intense. There was hunger. A dark stare.

“Cross your legs behind me,” he told you, and you did. “Hold onto my shoulders, yes, like that. And now, grind on me, baby girl.” He started the motion by gently moving your body up and down so that his shaft would press right between your labia, the head catching on your clit, and just that first stroke already blurred your vision.

Your hands dug into his shoulders, your pelvis working against him, up and down, back and forth, a slow rubbing and grinding, the heat and bulk of him gliding through your slick slit. The tension grew, your lips parted, chest heaving, heart thundering. He kept his hold on you, watching you, guiding you as you moved against him. Little moans escaped you, your limbs tensing and twitching around him.

You could feel him getting even harder, throbbing against you. Every upwards slide and downwards stroke sent shivers down your spine, little tingles that went all the way into your toes and fingertips, and when you could barely move anymore, he kept going, pushing you up and down, his fingers tight around your waist, probably leaving bruises, but you needed the strong hold, the reminder that he was there, helping you.

The friction felt like nothing you'd ever felt before, somehow both soothing and scorching hot, burning through your nerves, setting the cotton in your head on fire, and all you could feel was him. You tried keeping up with the grinding and sliding, but all those shudders felt out of your control, so you leaned in, wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your cheek against his, the scratch of his beard adding to the sensation. You were breathing frantically as your hips undulated against him, faster now, desperate to find that sweet release.

A low groan vibrated through him as he shifted his hands to cup your rear, pushing and pulling you into him, the additional pressure sending even more shock waves through your body. The heat built and built, your clit throbbing, the head of his cock rubbing and prodding it, his warmth all-consuming. You were teetering on the edge, so close, and then he spoke, low in your ear, a deep thrum that shot straight into your clenching cunt.

“Come for me, baby,” he rasped. “Come on Daddy's cock.”

You couldn't even control it anymore, it just happened, the tension almost painful until it finally exploded, like fireworks behind your eyelids, a sudden surge of energy through your entire body, a soothing wave, a roaring storm, all at once. You came with a croaked little cry, a breathless "Daddy!", burying your face in the crook of his neck, your hands clawing at his shoulders, your legs twitching as your toes curled.

He held you, slowed the grinding motions, and you noticed him twitching too, a little jerk through his big body, another quiet groan, before something warm and wet gathered between your bodies, slippery on your already soapy skin. You felt him, thick and warm pressed against your swollen labia, the echo of that delicious friction still thrumming through your nerves. Exhaling loudly, you relaxed against him, holding onto him.

His lips brushed against your damp forehead. “My good girl,” he whispered, his voice rougher than before, causing you to smile into his neck. You felt safe in his arms, any kind of worry silenced, pushed to the far back.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you murmured, slowly making the effort to lean back a little, angling your cunt a bit more against him, the motion making that muscle in his jaw twitch as you looked at him. The hardness left his eyes when he smiled at you. “That felt really good...”

“It did, hm?” he mused, nuzzling your cheek. “For me too, pumpkin.”

He leaned in and brushed his lips against yours, and you grabbed his face and pulled him closer, finding the courage to deepen the kiss. A surprised little moan escaped him, further pushing you to show him how much you liked whatever was happening between the two of you.

Your tongue pressed between his lips, quickly met by his, and while they glided frantically against the other, a wild dance that stoked the fire within you, he tightened his grip on your ass and suddenly moved, stepping away from the constant spray of warm water, until your back hit the wet tiles, a cold shiver crashing over you.

You gasped into his mouth, eyes flying open, meeting his heated gaze. His hands moved up your sides, big palms rubbing at the goosebumps spreading all over your body. The missing support made you clench your legs tighter around him (which pressed your cunt harder against his cock), your fingers curling around his neck as he cupped your face and pulled you in again, his tongue delving deep, your rapid breaths mingling with his.

You clung to him, desperate for more, your hips already grinding against him again, your back rubbing up and down the wall. He watched you through hooded eyes, slowing the movements of his tongue and lips before stopping altogether, tilting his head to rest his forehead against yours, labored breaths fanning over your tingling lips.

“Needy little thing,” he whispered in an amused tone. “You've warmed up pretty fast to me, hm?”

You felt the heat crashing into your cheeks, a slightly embarrassed giggle escaping you as you stilled the undulating of your pelvis. “You're so easy to warm up to, Daddy, I can't help it,” you mumbled back, biting your swollen lip.

“That's okay, pumpkin, I'm glad you did. I like to see this hunger in your eyes,” he said, brushing his nose against yours. “But we should take it slower now, wouldn't you say?” You pursed your lips, considering, when he added: “Show me your fingers.”

He leaned back, shifting you in his hold, his hands back under your thighs, when you took one hand away from his neck and held it up to him, frowning slightly. His eyes traveled from your face to your fingers, a smile widening on his lips.

“Look at that, you're all pruney...” he mused, leaning his head closer until he could press a kiss to your digits. “This shower escalated quite a bit, huh?”

You chuckled nervously, teasing your wrinkled fingertips against his beard. He exhaled loudly through his nose as the muscle in his jaw twitched again, moving under your fingers.

“So tempting,” he muttered under his breath, his dark eyes boring into yours as you kept tracing the edges of his facial hair. “Pumpkin, we have an entire day of this ahead of us, let's get moving, yeah?”

You nodded, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. With a little grunt, he pulled you away from the wall and set you on your feet again, after nudging your thighs apart, and begrudgingly you let go of him, sliding down his body, your core mourning the loss of his cock pressed against it.

This time, you openly stared at it, marveling at the different shape, noticing it was even longer and girthier than upon your first inspection. The mushroom head was red and glistening, the shaft tight, the veins more pronounced, and it bobbed angrily against his lower stomach as he took a step back.

“Eyes up here, baby girl,” he said sternly, but when you looked at him, blushing profusely, he grinned at you.

You blinked, your eyes flicking over his face as your lips twitched, and you watched him curiously when he leaned up and grabbed the shower head. He rinsed the rest of the soap suds off your body, then his, and you noticed something else smeared on his abdomen, but then he rubbed his hand over it and washed it down the drain too.

“Can I clean you too?” he asked quietly, shower head in his big hand.

You frowned, wanting to say he already did, when he pointed the jet of water at your stomach, slowly moving lower. “Oh,” you mouthed, then nodded, your blush spreading down to your shoulders. Slowly you opened your legs a little, holding your breath when he brought the warm water to your mound. Your heart gave a sudden jerk when he lowered his free hand and gave your core a gentle rub, your cunt clenching around nothing when he brushed against your swollen clit.

He bent down a little and moved his hand and the water between your thighs, rinsing your legs, fingers pressing lightly into your soft flesh. The need flared up again, your eyes skipping from what he was doing back to his cock, and you wondered why he didn't do anything about how hard he was. You were right here, weren't you?

From the deepest point of your mind came a weak shout of rage, reminding you that you shouldn't be so eager, so willing, so easy. He might not like that. He did call you needy. But at the same time you were kind of proud of yourself to even have these urges. It had been so long, and it only took this man (and Mommy) a bit over twenty-four hours to change the wires in your brain, at least a little. It was a start. A horny start, but a start nonetheless.

“Daddy?” you whispered as he put the shower head back, letting the two of you soak in the steady stream from the rainfall shower above you for a bit longer.

“Yes, pumpkin?” he asked, his hands resting casually on your hips.

“C-can I help you with... y-you know...” you stammered, losing your confidence as soon as you uttered the words, or tried to.

A smirk tugged on the corner of his lips. “With what, baby?” he teased, making you squirm, your eyes moving from his face down to his groin. “No, say it. Tell me what you want to do.”

You inhaled deeply, shame burning through your body. “I...” you started, forcing yourself not to lose steam. “I want... I mean... you... you're... hard... right? And I... I thought...” You averted your eyes, your nostrils flaring. You couldn't say it. You could touch it, rub your cunt against it, come on it, but say its name? Never.

His fingers pushed against your chin, making you look up at him while his other hand gently grabbed yours, long fingers curling around your wrist. “What do you want to do, pumpkin?” he asked pointedly. “Give me a full sentence.”

You kept squirming, furrowing your eyebrows. “M-make... makeyoucome,” you blurted out quietly. “Iwannamakeyoucome!”

He laughed softly, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “Once more, slower.” As gentle as his tone was, there was an underlying authority behind his words, demanding, dominating. It sent a shiver down your spine.

“I...” You squared your shoulders, facing him fully. “I want to make you come, Daddy.”

He nodded, smiling. “And how do you want to do that?”

A frustrated huff escaped you, and the flicker of a dark shadow moved over his handsome face. You blinked, staring at him. “By... by touching your...”

“Yes?”

Your eyes were burning, his scrutinizing gaze tightening your throat. You looked away, down his body, basically staring at his cock again, willing the word onto your tongue. But it didn't work. Only a croak escaped you.

Daddy's hand curled around your jaw, pulling your face up and closer to him. You blinked a tear away. “Cock,” he said, his eyes boring into yours. “Say it.”

You licked your lips, shivering even under the warm spray of water. “C-co...”

He raised his eyebrows, waiting, his lips forming the word, trying to help you along.

“Cock,” you gasped out, your eyes widening, your cheeks burning up.

He rubbed your chin and smiled wider. “Now give me a full sentence.”

You exhaled loudly through your nose, swallowing hard. “I... I want to make you come by... by touching your... your cock...” you muttered.

“Good enough,” he said, patting your warm cheek. “Let's get dried up first, okay?”

You heaved a sigh of relief, nodding with a shy smile.

After he patted you down with one of those soft towels, your hair in a tight towel turban on top of your head, he held out a tube of lotion, for your skin, he said, watching you as you took it with your cheeks still aflame. As you dared a look into the large halfway-fogged-up mirror, you could see the reddened skin on your legs and your mound, under your armpits, still sensitive from the waxing. Unscrewing the cap, you chewed on your bottom lip, that need flaring up again as your eyes moved back to him.

He was drying himself off, one towel around his waist, the other on his head where he rubbed it over his short hair. “Need my help, pumpkin?” he offered with a smirk.

“I... I can do it,” you muttered, awkwardly crouching down to start applying the lotion to your legs.

“I know you can,” he said, lowering the towel, his hair tousled in a way that made him look at least five years younger. You looked away quickly, that insistent heat settling low in your stomach. “But you can still ask for help, you know? I wouldn't mind...”

You kept chewing on your swollen lip, quickly finishing your legs, before you stood up again, watching him. You put another dollop onto your palm and rubbed your hands together, then put the cool cream under your arms. He took a step closer, his large frame towering over you as he gently took the tube from your slick hands.

You froze when he squirted some onto his hand and started rubbing it into your back, his fingers applying just the right amount of pressure that made you shiver deeply, quiet moans slipping from your lips when he kneaded your stiff shoulders. His hands moved lower when he leaned over you a little. “This okay?” he breathed into your ear, eliciting a soft gasp from you.

“Yes,” you whispered, closing your eyes when his fingers slid along your sides, following the curves of your body.

A sudden slap to your ass cheek made you yelp and jump forward, his other hand curling around your shoulder to pull you back. As a dull little pain throbbed beneath your skin, he leaned in again, resting his bearded chin on your bare shoulder. “Ask me, baby girl,” he said quietly, his voice hoarse.

You swallowed audibly, blinking against the steam of the room and the shame filling your cheeks. “C-can you...” His hand moved around your body, large palm pressing to your stomach. You looked down, breathing a little harder. “Can you... touch me...” you whispered barely audible, your pulse thundering in your ears as you moved your own hand to place it on top of his, giving it a gentle nudge downwards. “Here?”

“Where, pumpkin?” he rasped into your ear, rubbing his rough cheek against your jaw.

“Between my legs?”

“What's it called?”

You huffed a frustrated little sigh, pulling your hand away and clenching it into a fist at your side. It wasn't that he sounded condescending or trying to mock you, but you just couldn't talk like that, you never had, never even asked for these things in the first place.

He sensed your apprehension, exhaling against your cheek as he straightened up again. His hands found your arms, and he turned you around a little, then grabbed your chin and made you look up at him.

“You have to learn to voice your needs, baby,” he told you quietly. “It's nothing to be ashamed of. I cannot read your mind, even if I can sense what you want, but I want you to say it. I told you, you can ask me absolutely anything.”

His eyes moved over your flushed face, your own blurry from the tears burning within them. Tears of frustration mostly, anger at yourself. The lump in your throat grew bigger the longer you looked at him, at his handsome face, cheeks slightly red from the warm air, hair still messy, eyes so warm and deep, the shape of his lips so enticing... And you felt so small and so stupid.

Averting your eyes, you clenched your hand around the tube of lotion, before you raised it up, showing him, then moved your eyes down, tilting your hips slightly. An amused exhale escaped his lips. “Say it, pumpkin, I know you can do it.”

“I can't!” you huffed, shaking your head, the first tear spilling from your lashes. You struggled in his hold, and he let you slip from it when you turned around and slammed the lotion onto the vanity, your shoulders shaking. “Never mind...”

He didn't sigh or show any sign of disappointment or frustration himself, he just followed you, his arms coming around your body as he pulled you back against his chest, embracing you tightly, his chin resting on top of your head.

“It's just a word, baby girl,” he whispered. “Don't beat yourself up over it. But for the future, we're going to work on your communication skills. And we will, and it'll be fine. It's so important to know what the other wants and needs and thinks, and there is no shame in sharing. It's freeing, trust me. One day, you'll like it too.”

He moved his hands down your sides as he leaned back a little, his fingers curling around your hips before he gripped them tightly and pulled your rear against his front. You gasped a little when you realized he'd dropped the towel, his cock pressing warm and hard into your lower back.

“I for one would really like to feel your small hands on my cock now,” he said quietly, continuing to rub your backside against himself, his fingertips digging into your flesh. “But I would also really like to rub my fingers over your cunt. Your skin must be burning a little, right, pumpkin? Let me help you. Would you like my fingers on your cunt, baby?”

You swallowed, your chest rising and falling faster. The throb between your legs grew with every low vibrating word he uttered. “Yes, Daddy,” you mumbled under your breath. “Please... touch my...”

“Cunt,” he repeats quietly, one of his hands moving lower, fingertips teasing at the irritated skin. “Or would you prefer pussy?”

You couldn't help the shame crashing through you. It was a deep-rooted thing, words you'd never used before. You knew it was silly, they were just words, like he said, but it felt wrong to say them out loud, as well as voicing your depraved little needs. But then it should also be wrong to be this intimate with a literal stranger, or to call a grown man who wasn't your father Daddy. Thinking about it, you realized naming certain body parts really was the less perverted thing here...

He shifted behind you, taking a half-step around you. You turned your head a little, watching him out of the corner of your eye when he gently grabbed your hand and moved it back until your fingers brushed against something warm. You inhaled sharply when he curled your digits around his shaft.

“Cock,” he whispered, holding your hand there, while moving his other to grab your free one, bringing it to rest flush against your mound. “Cunt,” he added.

You chewed on the loose skin on your bottom lip. After taking another shaking breath, you gave his length a gentle squeeze. “Cock,” you whispered, then moved your other hand a little lower, fingertips teasing along your slit. “Cunt.”

A soft laugh escaped him before you felt his lips on your warm cheek. “Good girl!” he praised, the words rushing through you like liquid fire, sending pleasant shivers down your spine.

He pried your hand off his cock and gently turned you around, smiling down at you. Your face was practically burning, but you met his gaze, a timid smile grazing your lips. He leaned past you and grabbed the lotion tube off the vanity, squirting some onto his fingers. Then he waited.

Swallowing the remnants of the lump in your throat, you looked at him. “Can you put that on my... cunt?” you then asked quietly, a little furrow between your eyebrows.

His face lit up. “With pleasure, baby girl,” he replied, leaning down to brush his lips against yours while his hand moved right between your thighs, the cooling lotion making you gasp against him as he rubbed it gently over your warm skin. He put most of it onto the gentle slope of your sex, teasing it against your outer labia, but then used his other hand to give your clit a little prod.

You twitched against him, your breath hitching in your throat. His thumb pushed firmly between your lower lips and rubbed upwards under the hood, and the coming nudge against that sensitive bundle of nerves made you squirm into him, your hand finding his wrist. To keep his hand there or to push him away, you weren't sure.

“Remember what else you wanted to do, pumpkin?” he said quietly against your lips, his hooded eyes intense as you met them.

“Make you come,” you replied just as quietly, blinking the rising embarrassment away.

He nodded, giving you another peck, before he leaned away, his hands moving around your thighs. In one swift motion he had lifted you up and sat you on the edge of the vanity, your legs pushed wide apart as he stepped between them, his cock bouncing slightly against his thigh and then against yours. He settled his hands on your hips, looking down at you with a smile.

“Do you want to try out what works or do you want me to show you how?” he asked, tilting his head.

Your hands already inched closer to him, your eyes glued to the long and girthy appendage in front of you. He wasn't as hard as before anymore, the head halfway covered by his tight skin, but the veins were just as prominent, a little throb to them as you stared at them. With your gaze fixed on him, you didn't even care how exposed you were, though your cunt seemed to weep just being so close to his cock, the constant clench of it as soothing as it was infuriating. But this wasn't about you.

You wanted to please the man who had been so patient with you, so gentle. Nobody had ever treated you like this, and you felt as if you owed him something in return. “I... I wanna try,” you finally mouthed, licking your lips as you looked up at him. He nodded, still smiling, his hands on your hips giving you a soft squeeze.

“Go ahead, don't be shy.”

You had told him you'd seen and touched a cock before, but now that you were so close and personal with one (without water and anxiety clouding your vision), it could have been all a lie. You remembered hesitant fumbles under blankets or into loose shorts, something warm and fleshy, sometimes leaky and wet, a throb to it. Your hand moving up and down, squeezing, shifting skin, a little jerk, a groan, then stickiness all over your fingers. All in a matter of seconds, really. Compared to what you'd already done to Daddy's cock, everything else you ever experienced was blatant child's play.

Inhaling deeply, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and focused on the task at hand, literally. When you eventually touched him, cradling him in both of your hands, feeling the weight again, the warmth, the bulging veins, your mind slowly emptied, the cotton expanding, your entire concentration on doing a good job. You looked up gingerly, meeting his patient gaze, eyes crinkled, lips curled. Your heart beat faster just seeing him like that.

He didn't do this for his own pleasure, this was about you getting used to handling his cock. And you were grateful. You still had no idea what they expected of their new submissive, but you'd figured it must be sexual favors, and judging by how your whole body tensed under the prospect, in a good way, you knew you could handle it, you wanted it, wanted to please them and make them proud and stay in their favor.

Still mesmerized by his dark eyes, you curled one hand around his shaft. You weren't able to close your fist, but when you started moving it slowly up and down, you knew it was enough when he hummed softly. “Just like that, pumpkin,” he whispered, watching you closely, his hands still on your hips as if he wanted to ground you, show you he was there if you needed him.

You gave him a shy smile and continued, squeezing his warm flesh, shifting the tight skin and veins under your palm. Whenever you reached the head, you'd curl your hand a little, giving it an extra squeeze before pulling the skin taut again, eliciting more little hums and low moans from him. You kept watching him, taking in every tiny twitch, of his lips, of that muscle in his jaw, observing how his mouth opened slightly, how his eyebrows moved a little.

“Is this good, Daddy?” you breathed softly, increasing your ministrations.

“Perfect, baby girl,” he rasped, voice already tense and hoarse. His fingers dug deeper into the soft flesh of your hips before he suddenly let go. You paused, frowning. “Keep going,” he said with a nod while his hands moved up to your head and slowly unfurled the towel turban holding your hair.

He freed it with confident fingers while you kept stroking his cock, your wet tresses falling over your shoulders before he eased them down gently, carefully pulling at some snarls. Then, he cupped your face, leaning in.

“You're so good for me, baby,” he cooed, nuzzling your temple, inhaling deeply. You closed your eyes, smiling softly as you felt his lips trail along the side of your face until he reached your mouth. “So beautiful, so talented.”

Heat crashed through you as you gasped into his mouth when he pushed his tongue between your lips, the kiss slow and gentle, your hand on his shaft stilling its movements for a moment. He kept one hand on your face, thumb under your chin to guide the kiss, while his other hand joined yours, giving it a gentle nudge as he curled his long fingers around yours, picking up the pace again. You replied with a tighter squeeze to his hardened cock as your joined hands slid up and down his length, quicker and rougher, his breaths sounding more labored as they mingled with yours.

He broke the kiss, panting into your mouth, forehead pressed to yours, and your eyes fluttered open as his squeezed shut, and you watched the tension on his face growing stronger, tighter, before it suddenly eased, a low groan escaping him as you felt his cock throbbing against your palm, his hips bucking into your hand. The hand that used to guide yours slammed down on the vanity to steady himself, his body giving another jerk, and then you felt something warm splashing against your thigh and stomach.

Looking down you saw the angry red tip spurting thick ropes of cum onto your skin, your hand still holding him steady, his hips still pushing against your fist. He stilled eventually, his tall frame relaxing, a deep exhale, a warm breath, hitting your tingling lips. The hand on your face (that had curled into your hair but you had been too mesmerized by the sight in front of you to complain) slipped down to your shoulder, then landed on the counter next to your hip as well as he just stood there, breathing deep, eyes still closed.

You didn't dare to move for a moment, just holding his still heavy but slowly softening cock, some of his cum dripping down your digits. You'd think you'd be disgusted by it (like you'd been in the past), but instead you were fascinated, enthralled even, by the feel and warmth of his spend, almost tempted to bring it to your lips and taste it...

He moved then, straightening up a bit, his hands finding your face again as his eyes opened, a soft warm glow in them, a smile spreading over his entire face. “Thank you, pumpkin,” he said hoarsely, watching you as you smiled back, heat crashing into your cheeks.

“You're welcome, Daddy,” you whispered a little timidly.

He caressed your warm face, thumbs rubbing over the corners of your lips. Slowly he tilted your head down as you both looked at how his cum covered your stomach and crotch and legs in thick globs, gravity slowly pulling it lower. He leaned back, taking one hand off your face to touch the hand still clutching at his cock. Let go, he whispered, and you did. Holding your hand, he moved your fingertips up your lower stomach, gathering his seed.

“This will always be yours, baby girl,” he said softly, raising your joined hands to make you look at the wet sheen on your fingers. “Soon, very soon, I will put every single drop into your cute little cunt, because that's where it belongs, right, pumpkin? It belongs to you... just like your cunt belongs to me, and I will do whatever I want with it...”

His voice was so low and gentle, a little hypnotic, and almost as if he was talking to himself. You blinked at his words (both vile and enticing), not quite understanding but nodding all the same. “Yes, Daddy,” you mouthed, watching him, your eyes going a little cross-eyed as he brought your glistening fingers closer to your mouth.

“Tongue out, baby,” he ordered gently, and you parted your lips and extended your tongue, waiting. He moved your fingers closer, and as soon as they touched, the taste exploded in your mouth, a little bitter and salty, but there was something about it that set the cotton in your head on fire. Your cunt clenched as you flicked your tongue around your digits, licking up as much as you could gather.

He watched you with dark eyes, his face a bit stoic, focused on how you cleaned your hand. His own moved back down and swept up more until your stomach and sex were more or less clean, and when he brought his fingers to your mouth, your saliva-slick hand closed around his wrist as you pulled it closer, hungrily licking up the rest.

“Pumpkin,” he croaked out, a little shiver crashing down his tall frame as he observed you with an intensity that made you lick around his digits slower. You felt him pushing them deeper into your mouth, onto your tongue, almost teasing at the back of your throat, and you didn't mind, you just stared at him, your vision a little blurry, overcome by whatever kind of lust was swirling through your body. “Pumpkin!”

You gasped, his fingertips giving a little nudge, a deep prod, that made you flinch and almost gag, and he quickly pulled his hand back, soothing it along your throat. You swallowed against his palm as you blinked in slight confusion.

“You are quite the temptress, hm, baby girl?” he mused, leaning back fully now, his hands mindlessly rubbing over your inner thighs. “I just wanted to take a shower with you... and look at us now,” he added, chuckling slightly.

You bit your lip, giving him a smile/frown combo, wondering yourself what had happened. He bent down a little, brushing his nose against yours before pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth.

“It's alright, we still have enough time,” he said, and you noticed him stealing a glance at the watch lying on a pile of clothes on a cupboard opposite the vanity.

“For what, Daddy?” you whispered curiously.

He rolled his shoulders, stretching his neck, before he flashed you a dazzling smile that made your core throb badly. “For another little adventure,” he replied cryptically. “I'm sure you'll love it just as much as I will. Come on, now, let's get you ready, okay?”

You were still sitting on the counter, crossing your feet to swing them innocently as you watched him fumble with something in the cabinets next to the mirror. When he handed you your prepared toothbrush, you blushed deeply, but quickly took it, turned and held it under the faucet for a moment before following the hint. While you brushed your teeth, he grabbed a hair brush and started untangling your tresses, gently gliding it through once it was all smooth.

“Come down for me?” he asked, and you jumped off the vanity and turned for him, facing him in the mirror as he stood tall behind you, his hands quickly continuing taking care of your hair. He was really good at it, you were surprised, even more so when his nimble fingers parted your hair and started arranging it into two braids that started at your temples, working around your head until he picked up a small hair tie and fastened the thin ends.

“Where did you learn that?” you asked past the toothbrush in your mouth, honestly mesmerized by what he was able to do, too mesmerized to mind your manners, but he didn't seem to care.

“Mommy taught me,” he replied, meeting your gaze in the mirror. “And you know, braiding hair and braiding rope is kind of similar.”

“Braiding rope?” you asked with a frown.

He finished the second braid, then put his hands on your shoulders, leaning down. “All in good time, pumpkin. I'd say you're in for some surprises,” he mused with a soft chuckle. While confusion washed over you, he kissed your cheek, then nudged you closer to the sink.

After you were done with your teeth, he made you wash your face, still as gentle and patient as before, and when he told you to use the toilet, you felt a little weird and like a child all over again, but he'd give you a kiss, then gathered the clothes from the cupboard and left the bathroom, telling you to join him when you were done.

Luckily the cotton in your head kept you from falling into that familiar pit of doubts again, so you just did as you were told, not thinking much of anything except wondering what else he had planned for you, before you eventually stepped out of the bathroom, nervously chewing on the inside of your cheek.

He was already dressed, not wearing that fancy suit you saw him in before, but a pair of jeans and a T-shirt (making it impossible not to stare at his toned arms). Standing in front of your closet, he rummaged through its contents. You realized it looked different, full of clothes you recognized, those that Mommy had bought for you yesterday. Speaking of Mommy, you looked around for a moment, wondering where she was, but the bed was made and she was gone, because you probably spent too much time in the bathroom with Daddy.

You looked back at him, catching a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror beside him, realizing you were still completely naked. But before any kind of panic could settle into your bones, he turned around, his arms laden with a variety of clothes he fanned out over the bed. He met your gaze with a smile, extending a hand.

You quickly walked to him, putting your hand onto his palm and pressed into his side. “Choose something,” he told you, his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand.

Your eyes wandered over shirts and shorts and skirts and several sets of cute underwear, and in the end you decided on a pair of jean shorts and a white T-shirt with a pink kitten printed on the front. Before you could pick which color underwear you would wear, Daddy moved in and pointed to the soft pink ones, a matching set of a cotton bralette and panties adorned with little white bows.

He gathered your choices for you and gently shoved them into your arms, nudging you back into the bathroom, where you got dressed quickly. Returning to the room, Daddy motioned you to sit down on the bed before he crouched down in front of you. You watched, with your cheeks burning almost painfully, how he put your feet into frilly white socks and a pair of blue running shoes, his fingers working quick, his touches as electrifying as before. You didn't even care that he didn't let you put those on yourself. It felt kind of nice to have him do it, not as degrading as you would have thought.

You guessed that was what Daddies were supposed to do. And if it made him happy (he did look rather pleased having your small feet in his large hands), you played along gladly.

When he eventually led you down the stairs and into the kitchen, you saw Mommy sitting on one of the stools surrounding one side of a large kitchen island, sipping a cup of coffee and lazily flipping through a newspaper spread over the counter. Daddy paused, his hand tightening around yours a little.

“What are you still doing here?” he addressed her, and she looked up, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, good morning to you too,” she sighed, and swiveled on her chair, her long legs crossed, feet clad in black high heels, a different black dress adorning her beautiful curves. “We really gotta work on your time management, you know?” she added, looking at the elegant watch on her wrist.

Daddy huffed a laugh and looked at you. “We got a little distracted, hm, pumpkin?”

You blushed deeply, deciding not to say anything while leaning into him.

“How about I'm the one to take care of her morning routine from now on?” Mommy suggested, getting up from the stool and taking a few clicking steps towards you. Without saying anything else, she swooped in and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you against her body. “Morning, mi amor,” she whispered, pressing her lips to your cheek.

“Good morning, Mommy,” you whispered, giving her a shy smile.

“Did you sleep well?” she asked, and you nodded, suddenly remembering that you woke up in her arms, still not knowing what happened last night.

Daddy cleared his throat, his hand tugging on yours. Mommy threw him a dark glare before returning to the island, picking up her phone. You looked from her back to him, feeling a little out of place between them. You'd noticed it before, but there was always a strange kind of tension hanging in the air whenever they were in the same room.

“I got her the 12pm appointment tomorrow,” she said, turning back to Daddy who nodded. “I will take her, you have to go back to the office. They're already going haywire because you took one day off...”

He sighed. “Sure.” He turned to you then, raising his free hand to put a finger under your chin. You looked up at him, mildly confused. “But today is all about us, pumpkin, never mind anyone else, okay? Just you and me and the great outdoors.”

Your frown deepened, but at least now you knew why he dressed you so casually. There were more questions in your head, but as soon as he smiled at you, they didn't seem to matter anymore.

“Greta packed you a basket. Have fun,” Mommy said distractedly, her thumb swiping quickly over the screen of her phone. “I gotta go now.” Finally, she lowered the device and her eyes met yours. Daddy had let go of your hand to walk to the fridge, while you stood there, a little lost in the big kitchen. Mommy approached you, her hand finding your face before she twirled her fingers around the end of your left braid. “You look so cute, kitten,” she said gently, her hand trailing down to the print on your shirt. “I wish I could come with you, but I am highly allergic to anything nature,” she said with a stiff laugh. “But you have fun, okay? Be a good girl for Daddy.”

You nodded eagerly, looking past her to the tall man leaning against the counter, watching the scene with a twinkle in his dark eyes. “Of course, Mommy,” you replied, turning back to her.

She smiled, leaning down to press her lips to yours, her fingers back on your chin. The kiss grew from a quick peck to a deeper tongue wrestle that left you utterly breathless. Eventually, Mommy inhaled deeply, leaning back slowly. “I'm gonna miss you,” she cooed, caressing your jaw.

Then she turned abruptly and walked away, the click of her heels echoing through the room. She didn't say goodbye to Daddy, she just left. You watched her in growing confusion before you felt Daddy's hand nudging your elbow.

“Ready to go, baby girl?” he asked, his fingers curling around your side, pulling you into him.

You had no idea what was going on, but you nodded anyway, knowing whatever he had planned, it would be fine as long as he stayed with you. It was a strange realization, but after spending such an intense (and intensely intimate) morning with this man, it didn't really matter anymore that you still barely knew him. Somehow, you trusted him, and the biggest thing: you wanted to be with him. The cotton in your head wanted it as much as your clenching cunt.

Being with him felt good, cleansing, distracting. No matter where the journey would lead you.

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# STOP LOOKING AT ME WITH THOSE EYES ! YANDERE! AXEL KOVACEVIC X READER, WRITTEN

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# WARNINGS: not a good interpretation of a yandere (not intense), lowercase intended, female! reader, use of y/n, spelling/grammar errors, possible OC axel and gullible reader, established relationship, messy writing, and maybe bad descriptions. good ending!! + a cute extra scene at the end

# SUMMARY: you decided to follow your boyfriend to the torment he was participating in. due to not making many friends in highschool in croatia, being in a new environment and country could be a possibility to make new friends, but by the way axel is acting, he doesn’t seem to like that.

# AUTHOR’S NOTE: i did have to watch season 6 again to really get a good intro on axel again, i also did some research/watch interviews, hoping it is right. in this axel is 16 years old and is from croatia, balkans. meaning that axel is going to school in croatia and went to hong kong for training with sensei wolf. i know that it wasn't shown but pretend that axel and reader actually had time and would at least in someway interact with the other characters (more like just miyagi do). i apologize for this being on the short side, i’m still trying to get the hang of writing again. word count: 1100. here is the link of the song the title is named after!

# REQUESTED: YES

axel has been your boyfriend for a while now, and you've always been by his side—more voluntarily than anything, considering how hard it was for you to make friends in your high school back in croatia. it wasn’t that you were unlikable, just that people didn’t seem to care enough to get close. axel was different, though. from the moment he noticed you, it was like you were the only person in his world.

when he told you he was leaving for the tournament, you didn’t hesitate to follow. a new environment, a new country—it sounded like an opportunity, a fresh start. maybe this time, things would be different. maybe you could finally belong somewhere. but axel… he didn’t seem to like that idea.

it started small. a hand on your lower back when you tried to talk to someone new. standing just a little too close when another competitor greeted you. answering for you when someone would ask a question. his grip would tighten, his voice always calm but firm, a quiet reminder.

stay close to me.

you brushed it off at first. axel had always been protective. he said it was because he knew what people were really like— how they used and discarded others when it suited them. you didn't want to believe that.

but then came the glares. the cold, sharp eyes watching every interaction you had. the way his jaw clenched whenever someone so much as smiled at you. the way his mood soured whenever you laughed at someone else's joke.

then the words.

"we're leaving soon, don't get to close"

"they're pretending to be nice, they're trying to get to me"

"i'm the only one who understands you"

at first, you tried to ignore it. axel had always been intense— possessive, even —but he had his reasons. he didn't trust easily, and he never let his guard down. but now, that wasn't just directed at his opponents in the tournament. it was now aimed at anyone who got too close to you.

it started off small. a hand on your wrist when you lingered too long in a conversation. a sharp look when miguel or hawk cracked a joke that made you laugh. the way he always seemed to position himself between you and someone else. like an unspoken barrier.

at first, the others found it ammusing.

"man, your boyfriend's intense," hawk had said nudging miguel after axel all but dragged you away from a conversation. "you sure he let's you breathe?" miguel had given you a sympathetic glance, but he didn't push. sam, on the other hand, did.

"you know that you can talk to whoever you want, right?" she asked one afternoon when axel had stepped away for a minute, due to his sensei wanting to have a conversation with him.

"i know," you had said, but the words felt hollow. because deep down, you knew it wasn't about permission. it was about him. about the way axel saw the world— how he believed people couldn't be trusted. and more than anything, it was about his fear of losing you.

but it couldn't go on like this.

that night, after most of the competitors had gone back to their rooms, you found him outside, leaning against the railing of the balcony of your shared rooms. the bright active city lights reflected in his eyes, but his expression was unreadable.

"you're mad," he said before you could even open your mouth. "i'm frustrated," you corrected, stepping closer. "axel... you have to stop this. i want to be here with you, but i can't do that if you keep pushing everyone else away." his grip tightened on the railing. "i'm not pushing them away. i'm protecting you."

"from what?" you asked, starting to get irritated. "from people being nice to me? from me finally being able to have the chance to make friends?"

he turned to face you then, his gaze sharp but conflicted. "people lie. they act friendly, they pretend to care— but in the end, they always let you down." his voice was steady, but there was something beneath it. something raw. "not everyone," you said softly, reaching for his hand. "not me."

for a moment, he didn't move. then, slowly, his fingers curled around yours, his grip firm, but not forceful. "i don't want to lose you," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "you won't," you promised. "but you have to trust me the way I trust you."

axel exhaled sharply, looking away. you could tell it wasn't easy for him, to let go of control. but after a moment, he nodded. "...alright," he muttered. "but if they give me a reason to not trust them—"

"i know," you interrupted, a small smile tugging at your lips. "you'll be watching." a smirk ghosted across his face, and for the first time in a while. his presence didn't feel suffocating. it felt grounding.

— extra scene funny and cute!! (y/n and axel are sitting with miyagi do in this scenario and they have a good relationship with them in this scene.)

the shift in axel hadn't gone noticed. while he still had his moments—hovering nearby whenever someone got a little too friendly—he wasn’t shutting you off from the rest of the world anymore.

during a lunch with all the teams in the tournament, miguel nudged hawk and nodded toward the two of you. “dude, i think your little intervention worked.” hawk smirked, taking a bite of his food. “told you. y/n just had to remind him that she’s her own person, and won’t go anywhere.” hawk replied quietly.

demetri, who had been wary of axel ever since the tense standoff, finally realized enough to sit at the same table again. “so, we’re actually allowed to talk to you now?” he teased, raising an eyebrow.

axel shot him a look, but there’s no hostility behind it. “don’t push it.” tory leaned back in her chair, smirking. “hey, progress is progress.”

even sam, who has been quietly observing, gave a small nod of approval. “it’s nice to see you with us instead of watching from a distance.”

you squeezed axel’s hand under the table, and for once, he didn’t flinch away from the attention. instead, he met your gaze, a silent understanding passing between you.

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the end!!! 😄😄 if anyone from the better norris series is reading this, part three is coming soon! just trying to get through the axel requests, which i am open to more requests, before posting the third part. ( i am working on part four rn )

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neunnnnnnn · 2 days ago

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⋆｡˚୨My extraterrestrials experiences after shifting୧˚｡⋆

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extraterrestrials- "They are beings or life forms that originate from outside Earth, typically from other planets, moons, or even different galaxies."

Okay apparently they are Aliens and not Spirits or ghosts( That was my mistake, but I lowkey still think they are spirits.. atleast through my experiences)

One thing that surprised me was that extraterrestrials exist, it was one thing no one would convince me were real because it didn't make sense to me in anywayyy, I couldn't fathom how they were other beings like with flesh that existed with us but it changed after I first discovered shifting.

I'll mention 6 of them because there are honestly alot I could write a whole ass 20 pages and I'm not even kidding.

I WILL BE REFERING TO THEM AS "IT" or "THEY" BECAUSE I DON'T THINK THEY HAVE GENDERS.... well I honestly couldn't tell.

I assigned them names because why not, except from one who already had a name.

LONG POST AHEAD‼️

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Lina☾

I first met Lina when I 1st astral projected for the 1st time, I kid you not I was scared asf. And its understandable because I was still beleving that spirits and demons are scary and that I am going to die if I ever meet one. Lets just say I screamed myself back into my body and started going to church again😃. We met again after 2years because I was so scared that I did not attempt anything spiritual for 2 whole years!!.

I tried astral projecting again and they came to me as soon as I was exploring outside my room. Again I was scared asf but I kept telling myself that I was safe and in control. I tried speaking to them at first but they was just staring at me and I was starting to get uncomfortable and I wanted to leave but I didn't know if it was going to attack me or not.

As I started to leave they talked to me, but it was telepathic because... okay first of all it had no mouth but I could hear its voice in my head. ( and I have to add that it had no normal voice but it was like static? that's the only way I can describe it.)

Anyway they asked me where I was going to which surprised me because...wtf why would they ask me where I'm going. I was legit scared and was finding a way to leave and it said something that shocked me that I even made a post abt it ( The post).

I didn't get to answer them and they disappeared and I was brought back to my body. I have never seen them again and I would lowkey want to just to show it how much I've improved now😂.

2. Areꕤ

I am so sure she is a female because of the aura that she was emitting to me felt so safe and cuddly.

I met her after my first time shifting. I still remember that feeling that I had of not wanting to go back to my cr but at the same time fearing that I might miss my parents if I decide to just stay here, I went to bed in my reality and said my safeword but instead of returning to my cr I went straight to the void. I didn't fully understand what the void was at that time so I assumed I was dreaming or something.

I suddenly started feeling my surroundings changed and I was in a field, I told myself that I was lucid but it didn't quite feel like I was in a lucid dream but I knew deep down that I said that because I didn't want to scare myself.

I suddenly had that feeling that I wasn't alone and when I looked to my right she was there literally close to me that I screamed a little. I moved away a bit and I remember feeling safe even though she had scared me. She was actually really helpful, because I kept asking questions after questions and even asked her if she's been to earth and she said yes but she didn't stay because of how low vibrational it was😭. One thing I will never forget is when I asked her If I should permashift or not because at that time I was so desperate to leave my cr but I was scared to leave my family and she said, "Reality belongs to you and only you, wherever you go your loved ones will also be there with you" I cried my eyes out lmao but it honestly changed the way I viewed permashifting. I still am planning to but I am now not in a hurry.

I have seen her again and I last saw her last year at around the time I was taking a break from shifting.

3.Beau𓇼

This one was interesting and kind of playful and I'm glad that I got to meet them after I had gotten rid of my fears.

They were in my Lucid dream and it appeared after I tried making a portal to shift to my WR. I was a bit frightened because it kept on changing forms? like it would change into my mom then my s/o then my teacher, it was honestly confusing and I asked them what they wanted and that's when it changed into its original form. Idk what to say to them and I assumed that maybe they were friends or atleast knew Are. But it didn't because it looked at me like I was crazy when I asked them about her.

Anyway I didn't really know what to do so I just kept on exploring the dream while they were following me around. I had a feeling that it was a child like around 9years in human age but who knows. they ended up scaring me awake tho😂.

Oh and I've never seen them again.

4.Slay⚘.

This is a recent and when I say it was kind of mean. And it was when I astral projected. The minute I opened my eyes it was in my room, ofc it scared the living shit out of me that I "ran" (not really) out of my room and it kept on following me, and I just screamed at it to leave me alone. And it did but I was scared that I just went back to my body 😭��🏾

5. Doe༊·˚

Appeared to me while I was in my 80s reality and told me that they knew I was not from this reality ( the 80s one) and I was ofc shocked to my coreee because I thought they were going to prevent me from going back to my cr🤦🏽‍♀️.

They were a bit talkative, they were asking me alot of questions from why I shifted, to my life in my cr and I was lowkey skeptical that they wanted the info to take it to the government( The movies that I've watched!!! Omg 😭) Anyway I was answering some questions and was also asking them some but they refused to answer some but they said that they approached me because they could tell that my soul had recently arrived there!!!, which was honestly fun to hear, like they can tell if someone shifted here!!?

Anyways I didn't see them again when I recently shifted to my 80s reality.

6.Yui♡

That was there name when I had asked. They came to me in a lucid dream as I was flying but they were impersonating my childhood friend. I easily noticed and told them to reveal its real form and they looked shocked that I easily found out, but at this point it was easy.

They refused and wanted to stay in that form and I was like okay, whatever makes you happy I guess. But I had a feeling that they wanted something because I honestly don't think they would approach you for the fun of it?

But yeah they continued to hang out around me which was weirding me out because it making me become aware that the place that I was... was in my mind, like it was making me become so aware I didn't like it and I woke myself up.

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Yeah I guess that's it ofc there are some that I didn't mention but I felt like these were the more interesting imo.

Shoutout to these beautiful people for asking me to make a post about it <3 ( @gonfreecs123) (@vwrtual )

I am happy to answer any questions you have🩷🩷

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violetsunburn · 24 hours ago

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The ghost war pr2

The first figure to be visible is a female, definitely the king's sister. The princess had sliver and black armor with snow white hair that was braided. Her eyes were a pricing Lazarus green, with a few star freckles.

Batman out of the corner of his eye caught the surprised look on Cass's face. Odd.

The next figure to appear looks about 6,5 and is fully plated in black armor. He has purple hair that looked like it was on fire, flowing down to his ankles. His green eyes shot around the room and then to the princess before he nodded.

Next was the Spectre, his eyes glowed a sickly green and a strong glance. His green hood and cape seemed to be defying gravity as it flowed in the non-existent air. His pale white skin seemed to glow as he looked to the spirit of Halloween.

The next one was... Jason Batman, red Robin, Nightwing, Spoiler, and Signal go cold but Orphan seemed to just smile. Jason was wearing modern armor similar to the princess's but it was red and black, instead of silver and black. His eyes glowed a bright Lazarus green and held Soul Shredder which took the from of a hand gun on his waist. Jason gaze flew around the room and stopped at Orphan and he smiled.

Before Batman could speak the king appeared. He had the same cold, Lazarus green eyes as his sister and Jason. He was wearing a black and white suit. He wore a cape that looked like a gateway to the infinite realms, that Batman couldn't look at it for to long. A crown made of ice floated above his head, and his white hair defying gravity. He gave off a terrifying feeling that made every Justice Leaguer stop for a second.

They stand there in silence for a minute, no one willing to make a move. This meeting could be the difference between war and peace, life and death.

Wonder woman stepped forward she kept a smile but anyone could tell it was forced. "Welcome your Majesty" she gave a respectful bow, but the king just laughed.

"No need to be formal, Diana of Themyscira, we are meeting as equals. Please, just call me Danny." He said as he bowed himself. At least he's respectful Diana though as she smiled.

Nightwing tried to call out to Red hood but Danny or the king, cut him off as he waved to his knights amd smiled. "These are my fright knights, Jazz phantom, the spirit of Freedom". The woman saluted while smiling "Spectre, the Spirit of Retribution, the Fright Knights. Trust me it gets confusing just call them Sir Wren Hallow, they are the spirit of Halloween, last Jason Todd the spirit of Sanctuary."

That name set the rest of the Justice League members remembered that name. Nightwing spoke up just above a whisper "little wing? What are you doing with- well the Ghost King?"

Jason sighed and Danny nudged his shoulder against his. The two seemed to speak without words before Jason started. "I'll give a quick explanation since this is irrelevant to the meeting. When I died I met this idiot" he pointed to Danny, and John Constantine looked like he was going to explode."long story short I started to serve him as the red knight. Then I got turned into a halfa, half ghost half human, when my bullshit with the pit happened I came back but not fully. I went crazy due to corrupt ectoplasma, which is just another name for the pit". Jason took a breath his gaze softer just a bit. "Then Danny fixed me and I started serving him in the human realm."

The bats had a million questions, but Jason shut them up and simply said. "We have more important things to talk about" which was true but Red Robin couldn't help but worry about his brother. Though from what Tim had seen in his brother's actions, he was happy. He was relaxed as he sat down beside Danny, he and Jazz saluted at Sir Wren and Spectre, when they went to go stand by the door because there wasn't enough chairs. (Seriously B, you just had to demand all your kids to be at a war meeting!) Overall he looked better then he had ever.

"Let's start with this" Jazz spoke up "Danny's people, are being hunted for sport. People have found a way to hurt and in worst cases break a ghost core which is basically a ghost heart. We can't do anything because these people have passed a law to protect themselves." As Jazz explained, the leaguers are shocked, some of the leaguers knew the law in and out how could this go unseen.

Danny, who for being so powerful looks uneasy, said, "They go by GIW, or guys in white, and there are hundreds of members. They are working with corrupt politicians to break any ghost they can get to." The ghost king bit his lip and it looked like he was going to draw blood, but Jason's hand slipped into Danny's under the table. Red Robin could only think of this GIW did to Danny, who looked maybe a year younger than Jason. Hell Danny he looked barely older than Tim, and Danny was supposedly the king of the i

"RR are you good?" Cass said snapping him out of his brain.

Tim rubbed his hand over his neck and responded quietly "I'm fine."

Danny was going to continue but be faltered, like memories were coming back to him. So Jason squeezed Danny's hand and continued for Danny. "We need your help, sure we could go in there and shoot the place up but we need help with the legal side. Technically they are free walking citizens at this moment and under the Eco law they can continue walking free." A few papers appeared in Jazz's hand and she handed the papers over to Batman who put the papers on a hologram.

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Eco Law

Under this law anyone who is a Ghost, halfa or any other creature from the infinite realms. Is required to be taken to the GIW for further evaluation of the situation. The punishment can range from experiments done to the creatures to the breaking of the core of it.

If an infinite realms creature refuses to come with the GIW they are allowed to use any force necessary to take it in. If death or core breaking occurs to the creature during the mission the body is to be experienced on by the GIW.

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Tim could feel the tension in the room rise and him himself felt his blood boiling. This bullshit law allows people to be experimented on for the GIW's fun!? It's like- like- the old meta laws. Tim could feel the dred set in, it was like the old meta laws only for ghosts and halfa's. As Tim's eyes shot to Batman he could only think one thought.

Would B feel the same way about ghosts as meta's?

#ghost king danny #fright knight jason #fright knight jazz #dc x dp #dc comics #danny phantom

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lalalian · 2 days ago

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alien species ideas pt. 1/3

date: february 15, 2025

Need alien species for your futuristic DR (or story)? Here are a few alien species you can use!

I was gonna originally post all 17 species in one post, but it was taking far too long so I split it into 3 parts, each post will feature 5-6 species.

I included things like intelligence and obedience to natural law in the stats section for each species. Intelligence is, of course, how smart the species is on average. An intellect level of 5 is how smart mankind is.

Sustainability refers to how sustainable the species' lifestyle is concerning their planet. Humankind is a 3.5/10.

Energy resourcefulness refers to how much energy is used and not wasted. I would've placed this in sustainability, but I think having its own stat would be better. A higher level of resourcefulness would indicate that the species' energy sources do not harm the environment, are plentiful, and the cost of energy is monetarily $0.

Awareness reflects how well the species knows the universe. it's difficult to say where we humans are on this scale, but I'd say 2.5 would suffice. 0 would mean that the species barely even knows why the sky changes, and 10 would mean that the species is essentially all-knowing.

Astral awareness refers to how well the species can manipulate and enter other dimensions, successfully practice spiritual rituals (like shifting and astral projection), and know of other realms of existence. A higher awareness score insinuates the species is incredibly enlightened in the sense of life and death and likely rejects all forms of religion except for maybe one (which would prob be a universal truth).

If you plan to use any of these, plz credit me (and the artist if applicable) tyyyyyyy!

art cred: fxntxnile on instagram

Species Name: Akos (Ah-coe-s)

Appearance Notes: The Akos all tend to have blue, purple, pink, or bright white skin (albinism). Having albinism is considered quite attractive in many regions, but it's not like other colors are considered unattractive. Similar to how humans have races, so do the Akos; Blue (Akayn), Purple (Orakyn), Pink (Ueakyn). White-skinned Akos are not considered a race, as it's a genetic deformity rather than a race. Akos all collectively have bigger eyeballs than humans do. White-skinned Akos tend to squint more often (their eyes are more sensitive to light), so their eyes often appear to be less larger (the eyeballs themselves are still just as large as the average Akos). Blue-skinned (Akayn) are the most abundant, making up about 40% of the Akos population. The Akayn have thicker eyelashes and plumper lips than most other Akos. Pink-skinned Akos (Ueakyn) have slightly yellower eyes and their irises tend to be more colorful. Ueakyn tend to be taller than the average Akos. Purple-skinned Akos (Orakyn) tend to have soft whisper-like voices, 1A sleek hair, and freckled skin. Silver-colored jewelry is also considered attractive, so many Akos like to wear piercings.

Sexual Dimorphism: Similar to humans, male akaes (akaes=plural akos) are taller than female akaes. Unlike humans, however, male akaes are not innately physically stronger than female akaes. Female akaes can build muscle as easily as male akaes.

"Sexual dimorphism is the condition where sexes of the same species exhibit different morphological characteristics, including characteristics not directly involved in reproduction. The condition occurs in most dioecious species, which consist of most animals and some plants."

Preferred Climate: The Akos prefer to live on planets with relatively the same gravity pull as ours, but slightly colder temperatures are most ideal for them. If the Akos felt as warm as we do in our resting state, they'd start sweating a bit, and complain about the heat.

Dietary Habits: They eat plants and animals but tend to prefer consuming luminescent plant material due to its nutrients-- this is why their skin appears to be light blue. They can orally drink water or absorb water through their skin.

Lifestyle & Society: Akos value both nature and education. One of the Akos' primary goals is to keep their planet healthy-- they're way more proactive with climate stuff than us. A lot of akos also attend random lectures they're interested in weekly.

Norms: The akos prefer the taste of steaming hot mineral water from hot springs. The akos tend to be more inviting to touch between the same gender. To celebrate adulthood, akos will have someone drill a hole in their canine teeth and permanently bond a crystal in said hole.

Other Details: The Akos are very similar to humans in appearance. I think we'd be less afraid of aliens if they looked like the Akos lmao

STATS

Intelligence: 6.5/10

Hostility (within species): 3.5/10

Cooperation with others: 7/10

Obedience to Natural Law: 9/10

Sustainability: 7.5/10

Energy Resourcefulness: 7.5/10

Awareness: 6.5/10

Astral Awareness: 6.5/10

art cred: by Uros Sljivic on artstation

Species Name: Ulorons (Oo-‘lore’-ens)

Appearance Notes: Flatter faces, spotty skin, dual-toned skin, no iris/pupils, generally stocky (short). The Ulorons, like the Akos, can be separated into distinct races. The race pictured in the image is the Nerol; they live in warm, dark, and well-vegetated environments. The race more accustomed to sunlight is the Allyrios. They too prefer warm and verdant environments, but they much prefer sunlight. The plant-like protrusions coming out of their bodies feel similar to feathers but are kinda rough like plants. They need to trim off any that brown, otherwise, too many of their leaves will brown, which could lead to a permanent loss in fatigue. These leaves grow around the upper part of their necks, and short-stemmed ones will grow on the arms.

Sexual Dimorphism: Female ulorons are typically taller and leaner than males. Females also tend to grow more feathery plant-like appendages from their bodies than male ulorons.

Preferred Climate: Warm places with lots of vegetation. Sunlight depends on race, but both fare well in well-lit and dark places.

Dietary Habits: They only eat plants and insects; soft-bodied grubs are considered a delicacy. Ulorons need to drink more water than the average human to keep themselves hydrated; like the Akos, they can absorb water through their skin.

Lifestyle & Society: The Ulorons speak with a series of clicks, some produced from deep in the throat, and others made directly from the teeth and tongue. The Ulorons prioritize exploration and the family; it's not uncommon to see Ulorons live in weird-looking homes made from rare materials. Ulorons sleep in small ditches filled with fluffy flowers and water.

Norms: It's frowned upon to stay in another Ulorons' house for too long, this is unless you're an Allyrios moving to live with Nerol (and vice versa). This is because the Ulorons see it as stealing someone else's status/name. Siblings always share sleeping quarters. Your house shows your status; the rarer material your house is made out of, or the more complex your house is, the 'wealthier' you are.

Other Details: Very materialistic species, will also wear stones they find/dig up around. They do not know of other species or other beings outside their own planet just yet.

STATS

Intelligence: 4.5/10

Hostility (within species): 2/10

Cooperation with others: 4/10

Obedience to Natural Law: 10/10

Sustainability: 3/10

Energy Resourcefulness: 3/10

Awareness: 1.5/10

Astral Awareness: 0/10

art cred: ai generated

Species Name: Can'thera

Appearance Notes: They're like cat humans; fluffy, stands on two legs, and has many color variations. The can'thera also separate themselves into two species, long-haired and short-haired. This species prefers to wear silky robes and long loose clothing, jewelry (it's not uncommon to pierce the ears), and some even embed jewels in their teeth. Their hands are similar to ours (but like the back of the hand is covered with fur) but they still have retractable claws.

Sexual Dimorphism: The can'thera don't really differ from each other gender-wise; both males and females wear the same kind of clothing.

Preferred Climate: The can'thera prefer to live in a very similar climate to us; a temperate planet with lots of water. Unlike cats on earth, can'theras are not adverse to water. They like to live in simple but tall homes; muted colors are most prefered.

Dietary Habits: Can'theras primarily consume algae and meat. They do prefer to eat marine wildlife, but they have started consuming land animals for sustainability reasons.

Lifestyle & Society: Most can'theras prefer to have a lot of alone time. Generally, can'theras can be a little snappy... they also get irritated easily and are sensitive to temperature. Most can'theras prefer the company of their families. Their families tend to be pretty large since it's not uncommon for mothers to birth to more than 1 baby (the average would be 2-3 babies, they wouldn't necessarily be twins, but it can happen).

Norms: It's common to take hour-long naps sometime in the afternoon; most places will offer comfy bedding of some kind to accommodate this instinct. Similar to humans, stealing is a thing; can'theras will sleep with their belongings near their chests in public settings.

Other Details: Can'theras aren't super crazy over their appearance, (though they def do care, just not as much as us) but they do exhibit materialistic habits.

STATS

Intelligence: 7.5/10

Hostility (within species): 5.5/10

Cooperation with others: 5/10

Obedience to Natural Law: 8/10

Sustainability: 8/10

Energy Resourcefulness: 8.5/10

Awareness: 5.5/10

Astral Awareness: 6.5/10

art cred: Aaron Sims Creative on artstation

Species Name: Xo"yuoranthe (Zo-yoo-'or'-'Anne'-th)

Appearance Notes: The Xos (plural and short for Xo"yuoranthe) are pretty tall on average (around 8' 4" on average, they can get up to 9' 7"). They're covered in small fine hairs, even their tongue has some fuzz on it (eugh..). It's dangerous for a Xo to get fat-- the extra weight will harm the legs, causing the Xo to be kinda bow-legged. They have long purple tongues and 2 rows of flat teeth (like 2 rows of teeth on the upper jaw and lower jaw).

Sexual Dimorphism: Females are bigger-boned and have rounder heads. Females also tend to have larger deep-set eyes.

Preferred Climate: The Xos prefer warmer climates-- I don't mean temperate, but like hot enough for us to sweat profusely. Colder weather causes their movements to be slower than usual.

Dietary Habits: Due to their teeth, they prefer eating mushy things, specifically grubs, but they do grind things down into pastes (like meat and plants) so they can consume them more easily.

Lifestyle & Society: Older Xos used to have a hard time moving because their bones and joints would get really stiff, but now the Xos have developed technology to resolve that issue. The Xos communicate telepathically; physical communication is considered primitive unless you're writing something for record-keeping purposes.

Norms: Having long nails is looked down upon; it kinda represents laziness since having long nails can get in the way of doing stuff (yall just haven't seen my alruna nail set yet 😒😒)

Other Details: The Xos are extremely technologically advanced. Religion is absolutely not a thing for them; the universal truth is a concept they continue to research every day. They also sleep sitting up.

STATS

Intelligence: 9.8/10

Hostility (within species): 2/10

Cooperation with others: 8/10

Obedience to Natural Law: 10/10

Sustainability: 9/10

Energy Resourcefulness: 9.5/10

Awareness: 10/10

Astral Awareness: 8.5/10

art cred: Nikolay Demencevich (SWAME studio) on artstation

Species Name: Orieepothtis ('or'-ree-poe-th-tis)

Appearance Notes: When standing upright, they are typically around 6 feet tall (on average). Oriee (short for Orieepothtis) varies from dark blue, dark red, and black. The Oriee have no eyes, but they can sense things using ecolocation. They have long spiney tails; they use these tails to travel together, especially with children, and to hunt. Despite their lanky build, Oriees are incredibly muscular. The spikes on their backs are not retractable; Oriees sleep curled up on their sides. Their skin is thick and feels similar to chitin.

Sexual Dimorphism: Females are more likely to have black skin and the sounds they make can sound more chitter-y than males.

Preferred Climate: Oriees prefer a dark and cold climate (not cold enough for water to be ice). Oriees like to live underground in caves, but will venture to the surface in search of food for winter.

Dietary Habits: Oriees eat pretty much any greenery, grubs, and wildlife they can get their hands on. They like eating ice and snow.

Lifestyle & Society: Oriees will keep snow and ice in a designated room inside their cave system just to munch on it every now and then. Oriees can speak telepathically and physically, but they prefer to talk to others they don't know physically. Close family and friends often speak telepathically. When they speak, the sounds they make sound warbly, a little screechy, and like soft pitter-pattering against wood (like the sound of a dog walking around your house).

Norms: Oriees are generally calm and hardworking. They aren't materialistic, and don't really understand the concept much (like they understand that people value material goods-- they're kinda just like "...but it's useless in the end" yk?) because they can't see.

Other Details: Children like to use echolocation to scare each other or their parents.

STATS

Intelligence: 6.5/10

Hostility (within species): 3/10

Cooperation with others: 6.5/10

Obedience to Natural Law: 10/10 (they aren't familiar with outside forces yet)

Sustainability: 5.5/10

Energy Resourcefulness: 5/10

Awareness: 0/10

Astral Awareness: 0/10

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Come As You Are (Eric Draven! Bill Skarsgard's Version x Female Reader) (18+) (Slight Au)

Read chapter 7 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 8

Summary : After learning about how you were snooping into his relationship with Melody, Eric deals with the situation much differently than how you expected him to.

Warning: 18+, Smut, more smut, dirty sexual thoughts, Description of self harm, dry humping, Eric is a past drug addict with suicidal tendencies, self harm, use of cuss words, description of claustrophobia, reader is in her early thirties, mention of sexual assault, death and murder, Consumption of alcohol and weed, periods

He knew he should have deleted it a long time back but to be honest he had forgotten all about it, when you brought it up a week ago by that point he didn't even remember his email or password, after getting his phone smashed he never really went back to that part of his life and now he was regretting it. It just felt too soon to open that pandora box that he knew in the name of Melody once, it was too soon to tell you about her, you wouldn't even believe him if he hit you in the head with his truth.

As you came out of the bathroom he walked past you to go inside, he needed a moment alone, for some reason you sensed a weird energy between you two and it bothered you. You could always tell when he was in his head. You grabbed your phone and called Dina immediately, she was bawling her eyes out, some guy ditched her in the club alone and she was absolutely drunk. You had to go get her so she'd get home safely. While you were putting on jeans and a shirt Eric came out and he got dressed as well.

“Are you okay?” You asked him so he hummed in response.

“Yeah. Of course” he said to you so you looked at him for a moment.

Something just wasn't right.

“Are you coming with me?” you asked him so he shrugged.

“I'm not letting you go alone in the middle of the night y/n” his voice came out sharper than he intended it to be.

“Okay..was just asking”

None of you owned a car so you just called a cab, Dina had already sent you the address of the club. He was so quiet on the way to the club, well quieter than usual so you scooted closer to him.

“Did I do something?” You asked him so he chuckled before he turned his head to look at you.

“I don't know..you think you might have done something?”

“Okay what is it?” he sighed as you questioned him, he didn't want to pick an argument with you, especially not right after you had given him that mind numbing pleasure but he was so fucking pissed right now.

“I asked you to not snoop around into my past life? Didn't i?”

You gulped as he said that, no wonder he was being weird, he must have seen the evidence on your phone, serves you right for keeping his profile open all the time.

“I was just curious Eric-” you mumbled, your voice low and meak so he snickered again.

“You have no right y/n” your brows creased in slight irritation as he said that. You felt offended.

“No right? I have no right to look you up?”

“No you don't..i asked you to do one simple thing and you can't even respect my wishes.”

Okay maybe he didn't realise it but he was being very mean right now, almost as mean as he was in the beginning with you.

As you went completely quiet he felt like a jerk for speaking that way to you, he didn't blame you for being curious but that didn't make this situation any easier to explain for him.

As the venue arrived you immediately got out to find Dina and bring her back to the car, luckily she was right outside and she was safe so you grabbed her arm “Ohhh it's The weed guy..hiiii” she said as she looked into the cab from the window, “Can I sit in the middle?” She asked you as she turned to you.

“Actually I'd prefer that very much right now” you glared at Eric, making him roll his eyes in response.

Okay!!! Perhaps he could have started this conversation in a less passive aggressive manner but that didn't change the fact that you snooped around behind his back. As she got sandwiched between you two in the cab, it became quiet again until Dina spoke.

“Surprised to see you here..what's going on?” she asked him as she nudged his shoulder with hers so he glared at her.

“Just being a good neighbour..you got a problem with that?” His tone was rude and dismissive so she rolled her eyes in response.

“I completely forgot that you are an asshole”

After you both dropped her home it was a silent ride back to your apartments but when you couldn't take it anymore you gave in first.

“Eric I'm sorry” you said to him as politely as you could. You were indeed sorry but the way he was acting as if you had killed someone wasn't helping.

“I know you are.. it's not going to change anything”

And that made you upset again.

“What does that even mean?”

“I just need time to cool down..can I have that?” He snapped at you and your eyes teared up again so you just crossed your arms and looked out the window. As the building arrived you immediately got out and made your way in but he quickly followed behind you, he didn't want you to go up alone, he had a trauma regarding that after how things had happened with Melody on the day they had died.

As you both reached the 11th floor you stared at him before you opened your door. He entered your apartment even before you just to look around and make sure it was safe.

“We should just sleep in our own beds tonight” you heard his voice as he made his way back to the main door, your jaw clenched in anger but you controlled your reaction.

“Whatever suits you..good night” you said before you closed the door with a loud thud.

He was being an asshole again but he was so upset right now, it wasn't as harmless of a thing as you thought it to be. Digging into his past would do you no good, he didn't want you to get yourself involved in that part of his life, it wasn't safe for you.

Being with you was a blessing for him but moments like these made him regret ever getting so close to you because if you get hurt too he'd never be able to recover from that.

You couldn't even sleep after that. How could you? You knew you had made a mistake, you went against his word, but you really thought he'd never find out about it. The rest of the night you kept wishing for him to knock on your door but he didn't and that hurt you alot.

When you were finally able to drift off your alarm rang merely two hours later, you felt so tired, so sleepy and so fucking pissed because of Eric.

Pretending to be a good waitress was going to be harder than usual today.

While you were leaving for work, a part of you wanted to knock on his door but you found a note stuck to his door so you picked it up. He could just text you now that he had a phone but nope.

“Let's talk in evening when I'm back”

No baby, no love, Eric at the end, no smiley face, you could almost hear his nonchalant voice saying that to you.

Was he going to break up with you? You could feel the impending heavy weight on your chest as you thought of that possibility, you knew you had a tendency to do dumb shit like this but was it all it took to drive him away?

You couldn't really focus on the work that day, you messed up orders and Dina was on leave so you were doing two people's jobs at once, you really wanted to scream and cry but you couldn't afford to do that because you lived paycheck to paycheck.

When you reached home he hadn't returned yet so you showered and put on a black shirt of his that went past your thighs with just an underwear beneath it.

Perhaps you could just try and seduce him if he was planning to dump you?

“No that's so fucking manipulative y/n..what's wrong with you” you groaned as you paced back and forth in your living room.

The moment you heard the elevator coming up you opened your door and stepped out before you closed it and leaned against it. You had to take a moment to position yourself in a way that would look natural and not as if you had been awaiting his arrival for hours.

As he turned the corner he stared at you before he took his keys out.

“Let me just shower-”

He said to you, you looked so cute right now in his clothes, all he wanted to do was get down on his knees and pleasure you right against that door but he really needed to drill this in your head, his past wasn't worth exploring, it would only bring you confusion and pain.

“No..we are going to talk now” you said to him as you crossed your arms, voice firm and assertive. He sighed as he turned around and put the keys back in the pocket of his dark grey hoodie.

He didn't seem bloodied today so you wondered where he had been if he wasn't at his ..umm job?

“Are you going to break up with me or something?” You asked him, your voice trembled slightly as just the thought of it made you want to break down. He looked at you perplexed before he spoke again,

“We are having an argument and that's your first thought? Have you never been in a relationship before?” His brows raised up inquisitively as he leaned against his door, his posture mirroring yours.

“I have…and that's usually how it ends” you said, eyes moistened so he shook his head, he was going to answer but then you continued “I mean I do something stupid and then it's just unacceptable for them to let it go.. like it was hard as it was that I wouldn't put out for them and then I had the audacity to make a human error, a mistake? But at least we are doing the sex stuff so perhaps you might be a little more lenient -”

He interrupted you mid speech. Usually he found your rambling cute but not like this, he hated it whenever you disrespected yourself like that.

“Y/n fucking stop..god why do you always degrade yourself this way?” His jaw clenched as he approached you, you weren't even looking at him anymore so he grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefingers and made you look up at him.

“If it was so easy for me to let you go I wouldn't have allowed myself to be in this position in the first place you dummy” he said firmly as he leaned his head down and placed his forehead against yours, his nose rubbed against yours for a moment before he kissed you softly to calm down both of your nerves.

As he pulled away he cupped your cheeks between his palms.

“I warned you that I won't be a fun person to be around. Didn't I?” He asked you so you nodded in response. Okay you were starting to see what he meant but this wasn't really going to change how you felt about him. “I asked you to not dig into my past but you're so nosy i should have known” he said to you, voice filled with anger but then he was holding you so lovingly so that confused you.

“Are we still fighting?”

“Of Course we are.. what does this look like to you?” he asked as he wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you closer until you were squished into his hard chest.

“Seems pretty sexual to me” you said, making him sigh.

“Y/n..baby..i need you to be serious about this” you couldn't help but huff as he said that.

“I am..I spent the night crying over it and fearing the worst so don't tell me to be serious” you matched the tone of his voice so he sniffled before he spoke again.

“Yeah well you brought it on yourself, you'll get no sympathy from me for that, you hurt me too when you went behind my back” You gulped as he said that, you really needed to not find him hot as fuck when he was angry and spoke to you like that.

“Eric..I made a mistake”

“It's not a mistake if you're doing it on purpose”

“I can't go back and stop it from happening, I can just apologise which I have been doing constantly since last night” he groaned as you said that.

“I don't need your apologies..i need you to understand that my past is not something you should be exploring. It's dangerous, it's not good for you, how many times do I have to repeat myself for you to get this into your silly little head?” He asked you and he was waiting for an answer but you just stared at him so he brought his hand up and curled his fingers into your hair to pull your head back.

“Nothing to say anymore? Have I managed to shut that garrulous mouth of yours? Do you understand me or not, baby?” he asked you again but you were too turned around by his aggressive yet gentle demeanor to give him a proper response.

“I understand but I need you to know that I have flaws too..I'm not perfect”

“I don't want perfection, I just want you to be a good girl for me and listen to me. I'm trying to keep you safe. My past is nothing but a black hole y/n and i won't be able to pull you out of it if you get sucked in too deep and I can't have that..i can't lose you ..you're fucking precious to me..do you hear me?”

You nodded as he said that so he loosened his grip on your scalp and pulled you in to kiss you again, his lips moved gently against yours before he pushed you against the door and trapped you between his body.

His hands trailed down slowly and your breath hitched as he cupped your ass under the shirt, his fingers grazing over the bare cheeks.

“Couldn't even bother to put on shorts hmm? Arguing with me in your cute little underwear. You're so filthy” he said to you as he kissed down from your jawline to your neck.

“Well i was going to seduce you if you were planning to break up with me” he smiled as you said that before his expressions turned serious again, he looked at you, his hand came up to gently grab your face.

“Don't ever do that, don't ever lower yourself to such standards. You're beautiful, you're amazing, you're a goddamn blessing and I need you to remember that..just because I'm upset with you about something doesn't mean I'll just leave you..you're mine now aren't you? Who else am I going to argue with?” he asked, his voice was so soft and gentle now, it made you want to cry just so he'd keep using that voice on you.

“People leave when I make mistakes..I do something and it changes the way they pictured me in their heads” you answered him so he shook his head in disbelief.

“I'm not most people y/n. It's not fun and games for me when it comes to you. Do you not feel it darling? When you're close to me..can't you tell how much i adore you?” He asked as he placed your hand over his chest, his heart was beating rapidly.

“I can..I am just scared at times”

“I know I am too” He whispered as he sucked a mark on your neck before he bent down until he was on his knees, even when he was on his knees he almost reached your chest.

“Eric what are you-” you mumbled as you looked at him but he cut you off.

“I'm apologising for being so short with you like that, you deserve better” you gulped as he said that, you were too aroused to stop him but you weren't sure if doing this right outside your door was such a good idea.

“Perhaps we should get inside and you can apologise all you want -” you spoke but were met with sharp interjection.

“No..shut up and take it right here”

He lowered down your underwear until it was pooled around your ankles, then he grabbed it, sniffed it and placed it in the pocket of his hoodie, your breath hitched in your chest at the gesture, you thanked all your stars you had started to keep yourself trimmed since you two began dating.

“What if somebody comes and-”

And he interrupted you before you could finish that thought.

“Nobody is coming.. except you..in like five minutes”

He stared at you with his big eyes before he spread your legs apart and placed one of your thighs over his shoulder, his mouth immediately latched over your lips and he let out a satisfied hum as he tasted you for the first time. Five minutes seemed a lot, you didn't think you'd need five minutes.

“Mmm baby-” you moaned loudly as your fingers ran through his hair, your knees felt weak and began to tremble so he grabbed your other thigh and placed it on his shoulder as well so you were just levitating while he practically held you over him, your back being supported by the door.

Never in your wildest dreams you ever thought of this happening to you, not in this life at least, you read about it and fantasized about it but you never thought of this happening to you.

“Smell so fucking good.. i could live down here forever” he murmured softly, his nose spread your lips apart before he dived in again. His tongue slipped out as he licked over and over again like a kitten lapping up on milk.

When you said virgin, you meant it. He couldn't even push his tongue in there, how was he going to stick his cock in that tiny hole of yours? Just the thought got him uncomfortably hard, he knew he'd not last in that tight cunt for even a minute.

He focused his attention on your clit, sucking it and stimulating it to his heart's content, the constant moans, the gentle tugging of his hair and the way you squeezed your thighs around his head encouraged him to keep going.

Every time your wetness dripped, he placed his whole mouth over your lips and sucked on it like he was eating an oyster. He didn't want to waste a drop, something awakened inside him the moment he tasted you and like a man starving he needed to satisfy his hunger until he was completely sated.

You wanted to see him so you raised your shirt up and pooled it around your waist, a gasp escaped your throat as you looked at him, it was obscene, everything about this scene was so obscene, he looked so hot, so fucking beautiful down there.

“Need you to cum for me baby..can you be a good girl? Give me what I want?” He said, his voice deep, his tone gravelly and husky. His big eyes pleading with you.

“God…eric..baby I'm gonna..oh god” you whispered as you clutched your thighs around his head, almost suffocating him, he groaned in pleasure and held onto your hips when he felt your body quivering and shaking with the wave of your orgasm.

“That's it…my sweet girl, you look so good when you listen to me” he mumbled before he sucked on your clit again while you rode through the best possible orgasm you have ever had in your life.

After what felt like forever he finally put you down, once he was assured you won't fall down, hd used the hem of your shirt-his shirt to wipe his mouth before he kissed up from your torso to your chest and as soon as he reached your mouth he kissed you deeply, you could taste yourself on his lips and you didn't mind it at all. He kissed you until your lungs were deprived of oxygen.

As he pulled away he breathed in deeply.

“Don't know why I ever did drugs when all I needed was this-” he murmured against your mouth, he was just speaking his thoughts out loud.

Your pussy tasted so good he was contemplating his life choices.

Your arms curled around his neck as you hugged him as tightly as you could, he was yours, he had made it clear, just because you two had a fight that didn't mean he'd dump you or abandon you. You needed to repeat his words in your head because you were going to need them every time there was a fight or an argument and you'd begin to feel like the most unlovable person on this earth.

****

“What did you do today?” You asked him as you sat between his legs on your bed, you were reading a book while he held his drawing pad in front of him and drew mindlessly, well not that mindlessly, he was drawing you again, you the hours before while you received pleasure against the door, he thought about your question before he kissed your temple.

“Nothing..there's a lake outside the city, I go there when I'm feeling troubled” he answered softly.

“You have a secret spot?”

“Mmhm I'll take you there someday” you smiled as he said that before you put the book down and just turned your head to stare at him, he looked so aesthetically pleasing to you, the tattoos and the earring, his perfectly chiselled face, his broad shoulders that you had sat on so comfortably while he ate you out, everything about him made you want to stare.

Thinking about him and Melody still bothered you though, there was a history there and you wanted to learn about that part of his life but you weren't going to force him if he didn't want to share.

You really didn't want to but it was if he had read your thoughts.

“We met in rehab-” he said nonchalantly.

“Hmm?” You looked at him as you sat up completely and turned around to face him.

“Rehab.. that's where druggies go to rehabilitate and shit” he clarified as if that's what you were confused about. You just didn't know why he was sharing it after everything he had said.

“I know i mean you don't have to talk about it baby”

“I know. I don't want to but I'll tell you enough because I know you won't stop obsessing over it” you sighed as he said that. He knew you too well now and that terrified you at times.

“I mean, yeah fine okay!! I'm obsessed but you dated a celebrity..it makes me curious. Wouldn't you be curious if you find out I dated like...I don't know Hugh Jackman?” you said to him so he chuckled.

“No I'd be truly concerned for you, wondering if you had severe daddy issues. Isn't he like sixty? That makes him almost double your age?” You rolled your eyes as he said that so he continued “Besides she wasn't a celebrity when we met, she was just a girl” his brows furrowed as he thought about their early interactions in the rehab. He had barely known her for a week when they escaped from the rehab. It's been five months of him knowing you now, that was more time than what he had spent with Melody when all hell broke loose on him.

“Did you love her?” you asked him so he sighed.

“Yeah..she was the only girl in my life that I loved” At the time “And for some reason she chose to love me too” you nodded as he said that, trying hard to not showcase your jealousy, you had never been in love before, not truly anyways. Not until him.

Their whole relationship was a blur to him now but he knew he loved her as much as a man is capable of loving a woman..

“What happened? Why did you two break up?” his jaw clenched as you questioned him but he composed himself.

“Something bad happened..to her, to us. It just wasn't the same after that..not for her anyways, she had a life ahead of her. She was going to be who she is today. And me? I was just Eric..just some junkie she met in rehab and took pity upon” he said it so casually and it broke your heart.

He also brought her back from the dead and traded his soul for her but he wasn't going to tell you that.

You wanted to ask what bad thing he was talking about but you knew he wouldn't tell you, perhaps it had something to do with his profession, maybe he pushed her away like he pushed you away in the beginning.

You didn't know that none of it was his fault, he just found love and wanted to be happy finally and then it was all taken from him for no fault of his own. Vincent Roeg wouldn't have come into his life if it wasn't for Melody.

“Melody banks or not..you're you Eric, you deserve so much more than what you let yourself believe” you said to him as you held his cheeks.

“No I don't..i didn't deserve her and i don't deserve you either, you're too good for me, you know that, I know that but I'm not going to hurt you again” he said to you so you tapped on his cheek lightly.

“You're stupid and you don't know what you're saying” He chuckled as you said that before you leaned forward to kiss him.

“No more snooping around into it okay? That chapter of my life is closed forever and I don't want it to come between what we have..ever” he mumbled softly so you nodded and kissed him again before you snuggled into him.

That's what he thought, he really thought that chapter of his life was closed, that he'd never have to come face to face with Melody again but a month later she came back into his life, unfortunately that wasn't even the worst part about it all. She also claimed to see Vincent Roeg again and he didn't know how to deal with it.

That wasn't possible. He had sent him to hell himself.

He didn't understand what was happening but he knew he had to keep you away from this mess and he was willing to go to any lengths to keep you safe.

😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔

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