#this was longer than i planned it to be but i just wanted to type out SOMETHING

[fireinmoonshot]

home safe | joaquín torres x fem!reader

Pairing: Joaquín Torres x Fem!Reader Summary: Joaquín's friends call you to come and pick him up after a night out at the bar where he can't stop talking about you. Warnings: Mentions of drinking, being drunk and alcohol. Word Count: 1.5k A/N: I saw a TikTok where a golden retriever boyfriend got so excited when he saw his girlfriend turn up at the bar and my first thought was 'That's so Joaquín' so here this is 😂 Enjoy 💗

Making the most of a rare Friday night alone, you’re about to crack open a new tub of ice cream when your phone buzzes on the counter beside you. With a sigh, you set down the spoon you’d been planning on digging into the ice cream with, and pick up your phone to read the message.

You assume that it’s going to be from Joaquin. He’d gone out to attend the Bachelor Party of one of his best friends, leaving you home alone. He hated to go – he’d said at least twenty times that he wished you could come with him, but he understood that you needed time apart and that it was crucial to a healthy relationship to do things alone. But regardless, he always felt like something was missing when you weren’t there.

He’d also assured you that when he was ready to come home, he’d send you a text so that you could come and pick him up. He’d promised he wouldn’t stay too late, knowing that you would want to try and get a good night sleep as usual and he didn’t want you to have to go to bed without him. With Joaquin, you knew you could trust his word on that.

As you look at your phone, though, you’re surprised to see that the message isn’t from Joaquin, but from Eddie, one of his friends who was also attending the Bachelor Party.

Joaquin is ready when you are… seriously… save us…

You laugh a little as you read his message and quickly type out a reply. I’m almost tempted to leave you guys to deal with him for even longer. But I’ll head out shortly :) 

A little disappointed, you move to put the ice cream back in the freezer. It was going to have to wait until another night now. There’s only one reason why Eddie would be texting you – Joaquin had had too many drinks and was being his usual drunken self, somehow more extroverted than he already was. If anyone thought Joaquin couldn’t shut up when he was sober, then they’d never seen him drunk.

It doesn’t take you too long to get your things together and leave the house. You’ve changed out of your comfy clothes and put on something semi-presentable, knowing you’ll likely have to go inside the bar to bring your boyfriend out, and are in the car on your way towards the bar not long after. 

You send Eddie a text as you walk towards the bar. Whereabouts are you guys?

He surprisingly doesn’t take too long to reply. I’ll come to the front door and get you so you don’t get lost. It’s pretty packed in here. You’d probably hear us before you saw us.

You snort at his message, knowing it’s true, and head into the bar. Eddie is right – the bar is bustling, as expected for a Friday night. There are people everywhere, music pumping through the speakers and you wonder how anyone could have an enjoyable time here without wearing some pretty serious earplugs.

Someone calls out your name and you turn to see Eddie, standing not too far away from you. He beckons you over with a smile and then greets you with a quick hug. All of Joaquin’s friends love you and consider you as much of a friend to them as he is.

“Thanks for coming so fast,” Eddie says as the two of you start to walk back to where he’d come from. “Joaquin… he seriously has not shut up about you since we got here. You’d think that he was the one getting married instead of Mateo.”

You smile to yourself at the thought. “I mean, as far as I’m aware, we’re not,” you say, amused. “I’m sure that it’s just the alcohol though. You and I both know how he gets.”

Eddie laughs. “He hasn’t even had that much to drink compared to some of us.”

As you get closer towards the table where the rest of the group are, you can hear their laughter and loud voices just as Eddie had said. You hear Joaquin’s laugh and instantly smile as you finally lay eyes on him. His cheeks are a little flushed from the alcohol and the smile on his face sets butterflies off in your stomach. 

You can see when he spots you in the crowd just from the way his eyes light up. His jaw drops and then morphs into a grin that takes over his entire face. “Angel!” Joaquin’s voice is loud, impressively so. Despite the loud music, several people turn their heads to look at him.

Before you can even take one more step closer to him, Joaquin is up and away from the booth, running towards you and barrelling straight into you. He picks you up, spinning you around in a circle as you laugh. You’re pretty sure he’s never been happier to see you.

“Angel, what are you doing here?” He exclaims, setting you down on the ground again. 

You laugh, resting your arms over his shoulders. “I was requested to come and pick you up,” you say, meeting Eddie’s eyes. “Apparently my boyfriend couldn’t stop talking about me? And I’m pretty sure Mateo is the one who’s meant to be talking about his girlfriend all night instead of you, baby.”

Joaquin looks over his shoulder at his friends. “You guys called in reinforcement?” He says, pretending to be shocked as if he’s not extremely happy to see you. “Listen, Mateo has been talking plenty about his soon to be wife so I figured it was only fair I add in my share.”

Over at the booth, you hear Mateo snort. “I’ve heard you say your girl’s name so many more times than I’ve said mine, Joaquin,” he calls. “Thanks for coming to save us, by the way. We love spending time with your man but I think he loves you more.” His voice is amused.

“You’re so welcome,” you call back. 

Joaquin moves to stand beside you, but he still wraps an arm around your waist, becoming his touchy self again now that you’re here. You’re surprised to see that he isn’t actually as drunk as you had been expecting. Clearly, though, the few drinks he had consumed had made him insufferable enough to his friends.

“Are you guys kicking me out or something?” Joaquin says beside you, pouting a little as he looks over at his friends. “Man, I thought we were having a good night. It’s not even midnight yet!” 

Not that he’s disappointed at the fact that this means he can go home and spend the rest of the night curled up in bed with you… in fact, out of the two scenarios that one is definitely the better sounding one.

“Nah, bro,” Eddie shakes his head. “I’m heading out too, so are a few of us. I just got a text from my girl and she’s waiting for me in the car outside. I promised her I wouldn’t stay out too late. She finds it harder to sleep without me now that she’s pregnant, apparently.”

The simple confirmation that Joaquin isn’t the only one leaving is enough to perk his mood right back up. He leans in and presses a kiss to your cheek. “I’m just gonna go say bye to the guys and then we can go.” 

You nod, watching him as he heads over to say his goodbyes to everyone and send his well wishes to Mateo, since it’s the last time he’s going to see him before the wedding. It doesn’t take long, though, and soon enough he’s walking back over to you and taking your hand in his. All the boys yell their goodbyes to you as Joaquin leads you out of the bar.

Joaquin keeps hold of your hand while you leave the packed bar. He doesn’t let go even when you’re safely outside, happily trailing along behind you as you lead him over to where your car is parked.

“You know, when I saw you walk in tonight I was a little distracted,” Joaquin says as you stop beside the car and reach into your bag to get your keys out. “Mateo had just said somethin’ real funny and then I looked over and saw you and at first, I thought it couldn’t be you cause I knew you were at home. I just saw you and thought ‘Damn, that girl looks so much like my beautiful girlfriend.’”

“And then you realised it was me and basically jumped on me,” You chuckle, amused as you find the keys and unlock the car.

Joaquin places a hand on your hip. “Can you blame me for that, angel?”

You turn around and lean in to gently peck him on the lips. “I can’t,” you hum. “Now come on, it’s time to get you home and sober you up a bit.”

He smiles and leans in to open the car door for you. He might be a little drunk but he’s still a gentleman who can open the car door for his girlfriend. Once he’s inside, he rests a hand on your thigh as you pull away from the curb and head for home.

“Thanks for coming to get me, angel. Even if it kinda ruined your night alone.”

You glance over at him briefly to give him a reassuring smile. “Knowing that you’re coming home safe matters more to me than spending the rest of my night alone, baby.” 

[bbokicidal]

Ooh, it's a bad habit. | SKZ [OT8]

synopsis: "Bad" habits the boys have in relationships + in general.

Genre: Fluff I guess? Pairing: OT8 x GN!Reader Warnings: Mentions of arguing but nothing depicted Notes: I just enjoy making these types of posts and I'm feeling inspired at 5 AM (YET AGAIN) so enjoy!~

Chan:

Does not answer text messages. Opens it, reads it, gets distracted, does not come back to it until either eight hours later or until you double text him. Hit his ass with the "????" and he'll apologize but otherwise he'll just "oh."

Leaves his little snack wrappers on the kitchen counters. If you don't get to them first, he'll clean them up when he goes into the kitchen next. He just forgets about it in the moment; Man likes his snackies.

Bites the skin around his nails so his cuticles are Lowkey HORRIBLE but if you get him on a cuticle oil that smells nice, he's gonna be like a bitch with a new lipgloss applying that shit every ten minutes.

Hums a lot. Not a bad habit but not the nicest when you're on a phone call and you can hear him humming next to you.

Cannot control his face. Even grows a habit of making certain faces at you when you're either arguing or talking about something he's uncertain about. It annoys you to no end and he tries to stop but fails every time.

Lino:

Doesn't answer, period. You can talk to him for almost five minutes about a subject and he won't hear a single thing because he's on his phone. Selective hearing, apparently.

Will not do something if he does not want to - which can be good, obviously he shouldn't do something if he doesn't feel like it - but when you've made plans and he doesn't want to go last minute it can be really frustrating. He's also incredibly stubborn when it comes to this, too.

Very irritable most of the time, especially after he's just woken up. He will snap if you pester him too much about something but at this point you've grown to understand it's just how he is. He never says anything mean, he never yells, it's just a light raise of his voice and something along the lines of, "Yes, okay! I'll get to it when I get to it!"

Glances at his watch way too fucking much. Man is constantly keeping track of the time - which leads to him complaining that he looked at his watch earlier and it said 4:50, looked at his watch two seconds ago and now it says 4:51.

Doesn't like being at events longer than he's supposed to be. If y'all have dinner with the group and he was ready to go home forty minutes ago, he's going to be pouting and rolling his eyes those entire forty minutes.

Changbin:

Talks with his mouth full. It's cute, because his cheeks pudge out and his lips are all pursed and pouty - but he does it a lot. Especially if someone argues with him while he's eating, he's gonna be pointing and yelling back and food's gonna be flying.

Not a bad habit but purses his lips and expects kisses from you. You know what it means now and always kiss him when you see him do it but at the beginning of your relationship it confused the hell out of you. Why was he making duck lips at you?

Crosses and uncrosses his legs like no other. Sometimes the man cannot sit still in his seat and the moment you notice it, it Lowkey drives you insane. But he also can't cross his legs at his thighs because they're thicker than Hell AND he's got a third leg in the middle so he's always just crossing his ankles and kicking his feet out.

Sitting forward/slouching. Changbin. Cannot. Sit. Up. Straight. ^ Going off the prompt above, he's literally always sitting forward with his elbows on his knees or sitting back in his seat and leaning. It's not horrible but sometimes if he's in interviews or going to award shows you have to remind him to sit up.

Toys with things that are sitting in front of him. He needs stimulation with his hands so if he's got his phone, he's turning it over in his hands; If he's sitting in front of a candle, he's waving his finger over the open flame like an idiot.

Hyunjin:

Picks at his nail polish. He always does the cutest designs and he knows you love when he paints his nails but five seconds later he's either biting at them when he gets anxious or he's picking at the polish until it chips off. He never gets good photos, either.

Chews on his drawing pencils, which is why he's always buying new art supplies. Luckily he gets gifted drawing utensils from a lot of brands he works with on Holidays and his birthday - but a lot of his pencils go to shit because he gnaws on them while he's thinking about his art piece.

Checks his phone a lot. He wants to see if he has messages from you so he's always peeking at his notifications in eager waiting, but if he's with you he's also checking his group chat notifications from he boys. It's not bad, but gets annoying on dates.

Leaves his clothes everywhere. His room is always messy with little piles of clothes and when you move in together, your shared room becomes the same way. He gets better about it when you get on his ass but up until then he's just throwing his shit everywhere.

Twirls his hair around his fingers. Not a bad habit but funny when you pick up on it. He's doing it all the time when he's listening in on conversations, and while he does it he's pursing his lips. Just a drama queen judging other drama queens.

Jisung:

Talks with his hands. He gets real flappy when he's arguing and bickering with people, and he's come real close to hitting you a few times when he stands up from the couch to argue with Hyunjin on the other end. He always apologizes but it'll never stop.

Rubs his eyes a lot, which you have to remind him is bad for 1) his skin, and 2) the company will yell at him. He's gotten better when he's wearing makeup because he doesn't want to mess it up but when he's at home he's always rubbing his face.

Stuttering/Stammering. Especially if you're bickering or you catch him off guard, he cannot get a damn comment out to save his life. He'll try, say the word four times wrong, and then stop to think and then completely lose the thought altogether.

Constantly apologizing. The man is apologizing for everything under the Sun; Being behind you when you move away from the fridge, bumping into you while you do laundry, saying sorry for cutting you off while talking. Most of the things are no big deals and it can get a little frustrating, but it's also a tad endearing.

His eyebrows do not have an off switch. They are always moving. He speaks with his hands, his mouth, and his eyebrows. Which ties into him, most of the time, not being able to control his expressions. Not that he wants to.

Felix:

Messy eating. Man needs like eight napkins when he's eating chicken wings, he fuckin' flies through them like crazy. He's the type that's got sauce all over his fingers, his mouth, staining his chin. He can't help it though and it is kind of cute. Just don't let him near too many finger foods.

Touches his hair all too much. Sometimes he complains his hair looks greasy or messed up and you have to remind him that every five minutes he's pushing it back with his hands - which is why it grows oily so fast. Always pushing it behind his ears, pulling it down over his forehead, touching the ends behind his neck.

Swears like a sailor. Bro has the biggest potty mouth in the group and cannot control it when he gets angry. Most used words are: Wank, Fuck, Shit, and Asshole.

Claps at everything. Not in the verbal way; He actually claps. He claps when he laughs, he claps when someone does something successfully, he claps when he's tired and ready to go to bed. Has a habit of clapping once before he starts talking, usually a "*clap* Alright, well -"

Winks. Wink, wink. Always winking at people. Not strangers, though - Just you and the guys, and on occasion a security guard escorting him through the airport. An eternal flirt who cannot help himself. A natural charmer.

Seungmin:

Rubs the tip of his index finger against the side of his thumb and subsequently gains a callus from it because he can't fucking stop. It doesn't really matter nor does it effect his daily life but it's a little annoying when he's playing guitar. But it also.. kind of.. helps.

Speaking of ^ Brings his guitar everywhere he can. If he is going somewhere and knows he'll have free time to practice or play, he's bringing it with even if it's taking up space in the car and people are tripping over it. That thing goes with him everywhere.

Has a very bad habit of standing and staring - except it's less staring and more glaring. He's not doing it on purpose, nor is he always mad - He just had a perfect RBF and can't help it. But he's always tipping his head down, his eyes are always dark, he's never smiling unless he's actively like - trying. He's just kind of scary. Scary guard dog.

Taps his foot a lot. Not annoying, not a hinderance - just a habit that ends up making his ankle and the top of his foot hurt because he is constantly doing it. It becomes a game though if you pick up on it - He'll tap his foot to a rhythm and you have to guess the song, which is a lot harder than you expect.

Sniffs. Sniffles. Sniffing everything. One of those people who, if he opens something new, sniffs it immediately - even if it isn't food or something that will smell good. Sniffs it anyways.

Jeongin:

Twists the rings he wears around his fingers. Most of them are higher quality and from fancy ass brands so it doesn't matter, but every once in a while he gets a slightly shittier ring and when he twists it, it turns his finger green. And then he ends up pouting while he tries to wash the stain out of his skin.

Constantly licking his lips but not in the way you're thinking. He does this thing specifically where he pushes the tip of his tongue into the corner of his lips while they're parted and then caresses it. With his tongue. He does it a lot and when you pick up on it, you stare every time he does it subconsciously because it is so sexy.

Pulls at his bottom lip when in heavier conversations. Not even heavy topics - just intense or interesting convos. They could be talking about aliens and if he's in deep and thinking about conspiracies and shit, he'll pulling at the skin of his lip. More of a thinking habit than anything but he ends up using tons of chapstick afterwards.

Sticks his tongue out when he gets scolded or complimented. Anytime a comment is directed at him, he sticks his tongue out briefly before smiling. It's more of a teasing habit because it riles the other members up and flusters you - so. He gets away with it.

Pulls childish moves during arguments; Pouts when you're angry with him for something, rolls hie eyes when he's frustrated, puffs his cheeks out when he's thinking of how to retaliate. And absolutely says "Ooh you wanna kiss me so bad!!" when the two of you are bickering.

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[dailynnt]

ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Chunguk reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Index of chapters: ≣

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 5/?

⋆˙⟡ Tags: enemies-to-neighbors-to-lovers, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope, undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension

⋆˙⟡ From author: And that's chapter 5 for you 🫶🏻 Tell me what you think about Jungkook’s proposal, will it be interesting to do it Y/N? I think so! Guys, due to my busy schedule at work, I will be posting chapters on weekends, but if it comes out faster I will post it right away. I love you all and thank you for being there for me, I need your support so much do not fade in this horrible world (by the way, a new song ‘MONA LISA’ of Hoseok, I'm just obsessed with it 😭❤️‍🔥😄)

⋆˙⟡ Dedication: to my biggest love @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @kooko007, @smokinghotstargirl, @myjungkookthighs, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle for loving me for nothing. I love you girls twice as much 🥺🤭💜🫶🏻

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⋆˙⟡ Warning: English is not my native language, so please be lenient with mistakes in the text 🥹

Chapter 5. A Game of Love for Freedom

You were sitting in the back of a taxi, staring at the dark screen of your phone. The windows of the car were slightly fogged up, and you could only see blurry jumbles of the city's buildings, changing one after another. 

The taxi driver was driving silently, and the radio was playing some calm instrumental music. But there was no calm music inside you - only the hum of anger and frustration. You barely managed to slip out of the office before someone saw you. The journalists. They were already waiting at the entrance, armed with cameras and questions you didn't want to answer.

It was all inevitable. The news of Jungkook's new "girlfriend" was spreading at an incredible rate. Almost all the tabloids were not too lazy to write about you, and it was better not to read the comments on the articles at all. From now on, you are no longer just an employee of ‘EON Creative’. You are "his lover".

Your life no longer belonged to you.

You bit your lips nervously.

It was because of him that it all started. He was the reason you lost your job. Because of him, you had become a sensation to be savored on the Internet.

Your fingers gripped the phone tighter as you typed a short message

📱 You: "Where are you?" 

And pressed "send". 

The answer came much faster than you expected. The phone vibrated literally a minute later. He answered: 

📲 Jungkook: "Who’s that remembered my phone number?" 

You felt everything shrinking in your middle. You hit the screen with your fingers. 

📱 You: "Where are you?" 

You ignored his words and repeated your message. You looked expectantly at the three animated dots that indicated that he was typing a message. 

📲 Jungkook: "Oh, so you already looking for me now?"

After a second pause, another message came:

📲 Jungkook: "I thought you already deleted my number. What? You missed me? 😏" 

📱 You: "We need to meet! Immediately!"

📲 Jungkook: "Immediately? What a tone... Are you always this demanding or is it just for me?"

You were already angry, but Jungkook seemed to be your curse, making you become absolutely evil. 

📱 You: "Jungkook, I'm not in the mood for your jokes."

📲 Jungkook: "And I'm not in the mood for your orders."

You hit the phone's touchscreen even harder. You started shaking with anger. 

📱 You: "Just fucking tell me where you are!" 

Jungkook was silent. You stared at his last text message, waiting for a response. He's just playing with fire. 

📲 Jungkook: "It depends on what you need me for. If you need to cry, I'm busy. If you want something interesting... maybe I can find a minute 😉"

You roll your eyes, trying not to throw your phone out the window.

📱 You: "Jeon, did you even see what happened? 

📲 Jungkook: "What happened kitten?"

📱 You: "Are you being on the internet? All of Korea knows, and you seem to be the last who’s knows that I'm your lover!" 

Jungkook didn't answer for a minute. He kept you waiting. You could not stand it and wrote your question again. 

📱 You: "We need to talk about it!" 

Jungkook didn't answer. You locked your phone and almost cursed out loud. You sighed heavily, feeling tired of everything that was happening. 

Your phone vibrated and you quickly opened a chat with Jungkook. 

📲 Jungkook: "I can only be free after 6 p.m. So if you want to come over in the evening, let's talk." 

You looked at his text message and were unhappy. Did you really need wait all day?

📱 You: "Hey, are you serious, this is important! I can't wait until the evening!"

📲 Jungkook: "And I can't change my schedule because of your tantrums."

You clutched the phone in your hand, trying not to explode. He really got you.

📱 You: "Tantrums? Are you kidding me? Because of you, I got fired, my phone is blowing up with calls, idiots from the press tracked me down under the company, and you're just going on with your life as if nothing happened?!" 

📲 Jungkook: "I can't write anymore. Let's talk in the evening. I'll write when I'm free." 

Jungkook left the chat and you wanted to tear yourself apart. You were so annoyed and angry. You locked your phone and closed your eyes to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. You didn't understand why you deserved to be put through such a trial. Where on earth did Jungkook come from? Why did you ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend? But now nothing could be changed, only the problem had to be solved, and you were going to give the culprit of this situation do it. 

You got out of the car, paid the taxi driver, and quickly went up to your apartment. As you exited the elevator, you noticed the package with the dress you had left under Jungkook's door. It stood untouched and you involuntarily felt nausea. Because this dress was a vivid reminder of your mistake. You looked away and walked past, simultaneously thinking that Jungkook was either not home all this time as you had thought or he had simply ignored your return and left this package just standing there.

You entered into your apartment. There was silence outside the door, but even that didn't bring you peace. You took off your jacket, threw your phone on the couch, and went into the bathroom. You washed your hands and looked in the mirror. You looked... depressed. Your eyes were a little red from tension, your lips were pressed into a thin line. You'll have to wait for Jungkook all day. Maybe it's for the best. Your anger will calm down and you'll be able to tell him normally, without yelling, that he's to blame for this whole situation and he personally has to solve it in a matter of days! 

You did not know what to do. You were in such a state that you wanted to cry and drink until you passed out. But you didn't want to drink alone, and Jisu wouldn't be free until 7:00 p.m., so that wasn't an option either. She was working right now and your chest was tight with the thought of work. 

So when you left the bathroom, you sat down on the couch and focused on your phone. You wanted to order some food. Yes, delicious food will help to quench your irritation and raise your mood, which was lower than the level of the Mariana Trench. 

You wanted to open the food delivery app, but instead your fingers clicked the browser icon and you saw a bunch of articles similar to the one you read in the morning. The photo was the same, but the headlines were different: 

"Who is the mysterious girl who enchanted the heir to the ‘Jeon Group’?"

"A romantic night at a corporate party: Jong Jungkook and his new passion?"

"Their looks speak for themselves! A secret romance within the walls of ‘EON Creative?’"

And even worse were the comments that you knew you shouldn't read, but you were curious.

"Of course, another one who wants to make it to the elite."

"Is she even pretty? You can't see her face."

"Ha, she's just using him! Poor Jungkook, I hope he doesn't waste money on her."

"Why do all the girls who get spotted with him think they're special?"

"Well, if Jungkook likes girls like that, I have bad news about his taste."

"Of course, another one who sleeps with the bosses."

The last comment made you throw your phone on the couch and run your hands over your face tiredly.

It was so unfair.

You were made out to be someone you weren't. Everyone around you was just talking about you, as if you were no longer a person, but just an object for gossip.

You got up and went to the bathroom. You turned on the water and listened to the sound of it, and it calmed you down a bit. You undressed and when the bathtub was sufficiently filled with water, you got in and tried to relax. 

The hot water enveloped your body, and for a few seconds you allowed yourself to close your eyes. The heaviness in your chest eased a little, but the words you read still echoed in your head. "Another one who sleeps with the bosses." That was the most offensive thing. The most painful.

You had never looked for easy ways, never sucked up to your bosses to get promoted. You worked your ass off, even doing extra tasks to maintain a good reputation. And now it's all ruined. Because of one man.

Your lips pressed together, and you took a deep breath. 

Giving yourself an hour to calm your nerves, you stepped out of the bathroom, wrapping yourself in a towel. You heard the sound of the message. Your heart skipped a beat - Jungkook? Had he gotten off work early?

You walked over to the couch and picked up the phone. The message was from Jisoo.

📲 Jisu: "How are you? I saw the articles. It's just horrible. Has Jungkook done anything yet?"

You bit your lower lip as you typed your answer:

📱 You: "No. But we have to meet up. What about you? How are things at work?"

📲 Jisu: "Like a tinderbox. Everyone is talking about you and Jungkook. The boss is angry, but it's more because of the press attention. He says it's bad for the company's reputation."

📱 You: "So it's nothing new... 😑"

📲 Jisu: "Yeah... But I'm here for you and if you want to talk, I'm ready."

📱 You: "Thank you dear, we will definitely talk about it..." 

You exhaled and put the phone down on your lap. It was a little easier to know that Jisu was supporting you, but it didn't change the situation. You were still the center of the scandal. 

Throwing the towel on the back of the couch, you went to the closet and dressed in a white short top and black sweatpants. You tied your hair in a careless bun to keep it out of your eyes. Your nerves were on edge, so you ordered some food: spicy fried chicken and beer. 

In the late in evening, it started to rain outside. It was pounding on the window sill, making a lot of noise. You looked at the clock on your phone. It showed 7.28 p.m. It was as if Jungkook was playing on your nerves on purpose. He said he'd be free after 6:00 p.m., but it was already half past eight and you hadn't heard from him. 

You had been lying on the bed for several hours, but you were boring. You got up and stretched your muscles when you heard your phone vibrate. The screen showed an incoming call from Jungkook. For some reason, your heart started beating faster. You grabbed the phone and put on the green button. 

"Hello." Your voice was reserved. 

"I'm under the house, come down to my car.  I only have ten minutes." 

You raised your eyebrows. 

"Really? You kept me waiting all day and now you only have ten minutes?"

"If there's something you don't like, we can talk another time." he said nonchalantly. 

You rolled your eyes and exhaled in frustration. You are a ball of nerves today. 

"Why can't you lift up?" you asked as you walked to the front door to go downstairs to see him. 

"I have to leave immediately after this, and I don’t want to waste time. So if you want to talk, lift your sweet ass and come down to me…" You could feel that he was saying it with a smile.

"Okay." you growled and hung up the phone. You put on your sweatshirt, pulled the hood over your head and left the apartment. 

It was wet outside and the rain was pounding down on Seoul at night. You saw Jungkook's black Maybach GLS. It was parked right in front of your door. You quickly got into the front seat, but the rain still managed to get you a little wet. 

Jungkook gave you a quick glance and then focused on the road ahead. He pulled out of the driveway to go to a place where his car wouldn't be in the way. 

"Did you get wet?" his voice was relaxed, even if you could tell he sounded tired. It was the first time in your life you'd ever seen him sound so preoccupied. 

"Of course!" you pulled off your hood and ran your fingers through your hair, trying to look normal. "Not everyone has a security guard running around with an umbrella whenever they need to." 

"I don't have security either. And you could have brought an umbrella with you." He gave you a quick glance. 

"You made me run up here instead of going upstairs like a normal person!" you protested. 

Jungkook didn't answer, but the corners of his lips twitched. Obviously, he found your indignation amusing. Jungkook stopped the car in an open parking lot on the street and when he finished parking, he turned to you, still smiling slightly. He looked calm, even a little relaxed. His hair was perfectly styled with a parting in the middle. His black shirt, unbuttoned at the top buttons, and dark jacket made him even more... dangerously attractive.

You looked at him that to you could to show him your anger, and you felt your stomach lurch. Did you just feel fucking butterflies in your stomach just because of the way he looked? 

"So, what are we going to talk about?" asked Jungkook, making his smile wider.

"Settle this 'mistress' nonsense and give me my job back!" You immediately blurted out all your demands to him. Jungkook's eyebrows flew up. He chuckled in surprise, clearly impressed by the way you spoke. 

"I don't understand. Are you asking me for help again? As I recall, you said you would 'never' ask for it again." Jungkook leaned back, staring at you greedily. How the fuck can you look so sexy wearing a regular top and sweatpants? Jungkook lowered his gaze to your figure. Your cardigan was unbuttoned, and you were wearing a white top with no bra underneath. He could clearly see your nipples through the fabric. He couldn't help but think back to the night he fucked you so well. His thoughts were already going the wrong way. He looked down at your sweatpants and thought about how easy it would be to get his hands underneath them to touch your pussy. 

"This is not a request for help, a genius. You are to blame for this whole situation and you are the only one who can solve it!" You said angrily, snapping Jungkook out of his thoughts. He raised his eyes to your face. For a few seconds, he looked into your eyes full of anger and then leaned over, leaning on the armrest. You instinctively leaned back, but not too far. 

"You asked me to play the role of your boyfriend. Why are you making me the only one to blame?" Jungkook asked seriously, but not without a hint of playfulness in his voice. Your eyes darted between his. 

"That's what I asked. But I didn't know you were the goddamn heir to the ‘Jeon Group’! Why didn't you tell me in the first place?" you asked. Jungkook pressed his lips together and you looked at them against your will. He noticed this and deliberately ran his tongue over his lips. 

"Did you ask?" asked Jungkook, watching you stare at his lips in awe. You forced yourself to look away when you heard what he was saying. You opened your mouth at his absurd question. And then you gave a hysterical short laugh. 

"So I'm supposed to come to you and ask you to play the role of my boyfriend and then give you a questionnaire so you can fill in your entire biography?" your voice trembled with anger. 

Jungkook smiled slyly, tilting his head slightly to the side.

"That's right, kitten. It would be interesting," he replied, looking you over calmly. "Although it would hardly change anything, would it?" he stared at you again, as if enjoying his every word. 

You took a deep breath, trying to control the wave of irritation.

"It would have changed everything! I would never have asked you to be my boyfriend!" 

"Then you would have missed out on a great opportunity to spend the night with me." Jungkook said, remembering how you paid for his service. His voice sounded mocking, but his eyes flashed with something deeper.

"Speaking of the night... are you okay with cheating on your fiancée?" you asked with curiosity in your voice. The fact that you were sleeping with them while he had a fiancée triggered you just as much. Jungkook tensed up. His smile remained in place, but his eyes darkened. He leaned back slowly, watching you as if assessing you. 

"Me?" he raised his eyebrows in surprise, jabbing a finger at his chest, "Cheating?" he tilted his head, and his voice was still lightly playful, mixed with challenge.

"Well, your fiancée is Kang Sukhi, who everyone knows about, except me of course, because I didn't know you at all. Is that okay?" 

"I didn't cheat on anyone, kitten. You're confused..." Jungkook was still smiling and you could tell he was having fun with the whole situation, but you weren't in the mood for amusement. 

"You're officially engaged, but you're still fucking me!" you almost shouted as you leaned forward. Jungkook was amazed at your angry reaction to Suhy, didn't it look like jealousy? In his eyes, it was more than that. He straightened up, looking you straight in the eye. 

"No. We're not officially engaged. If it's so important for you to know, I haven't promised her anything. For me, she is nothing more than a convenient formality for the family business. And if you think that I ever belonged to her..." his fingers lightly touched a strand of your hair, making your skin tingle. "...you'd be very wrong."

You pressed your lips together, trying not to show how something stirred inside you. You batted his hand away and turned away, crossing your arms over your chest. 

"It doesn't change the fact that I slept with you without knowing the truth." 

"And do you regret it?"

The question hovered between you, making you hold your breath.

"Yes." You lied, answering too quickly. 

Jungkook leaned forward a little, watching you.

"You're lying."

His confidence pissed you off.

"Enough! I don't want to continue this topic..." 

"You started talking about it ," Jungkook said, laughing. You looked at him angrily and he just shook his head. 

"You're nothing but trouble for me! And it's been like that since we first met. I don't want anything to tie us together! So do everything the way it was before you! Say that I'm not your mistress and that you have a beautiful fiancée whom you love very much. And make my boss take me back to work!" you demanded. Jungkook just smiled. He could barely stop himself from throwing kisses at you. Your anger turned him on and lit a dangerous fire inside him. 

"What are you going to give me in return?" He asked as soon as you finished speaking. You stared at him, not understanding what he was asking. 

"What?" you asked nervously. 

"Well, you don't think I'm just going to decide this, do you?" he lazily ran his fingers over the steering wheel.

You felt like you were on the verge of exploding. 

"Are you really that pathetic that you want to make me pay for your own mistake?" you asked sarcastically. 

"Mistake?" Jungkook smiled, but his eyes instantly darkened. "I wonder what exactly I did wrong? I went along with your adventure and saved you from the boss." 

"You should have told me who you were..." 

Jungkook exhaled, you kept saying the same thing and he was getting a little tired of fighting with you. 

"Okay, how do you see the solution to this problem?" Jungkook suddenly asked.

"I told you. Just make an official statement that there is nothing between us. And... and tell Mr. Kang to put me back to work!" Jungkook chuckled.

"See, you're who’s making a mistake. If I tell them there's nothing between us now, it'll be even worse for you. They'll think I used you and then dumped you. It'll only make your reputation worse." 

You pressed your fingers to your temples.

"Then what?" 

He slowly leaned toward you, his face too close, his perfume too seductive.

"I have another proposal. It will be beneficial for both of us." 

You stared at him questioningly, listening to your own heartbeat. 

"I don't want to marry Sukhi. But my parents want to make me. But if you pretend to be my girlfriend, the I can be free from the engagement." 

You were stunned by his words. Again pretend to be his girlfriend? That's ridiculous. It's nonsense. You laughed softly, looking at his face. 

"This game again? Where garanty you sure if you show me to your parents you stand free from the engagement? You said yourself that this marriage is good for business." 

"That's exactly the biggest problem. My parents are forcing me, putting pressure on me because of the business. But I don't want to do that. That's why I'm offering you this deal. You have to look as convincing as possible so that it is Sukhi who breaks off this engagement, or her father. And I will make sure that the media stops writing dirt about you, and instead of returning you to the position of the PR manager, I will give you a good job in the main company." 

You hold your breath. His offer sounds so tempting and so simple. But this is Jungkook, and there are always pitfalls in his offers.

"And I'll pay you, for the time you don't work." 

You turned away and stared at the windshield, where water was running down from the heavy rain. You should accept his offer right away because it sounds like you hit the jackpot. You wanted to laugh. This offers sounds like you'll climb the career ladder thanks to him. But do your principles and efforts matter anymore? Everything you've achieved on your own has been destroyed, so what's the point of staying proper? All of Korea already considers you "the one who sleeps with the bosses." But you knew it wouldn't be easy. You looked back at Jungkook, who was waiting for your answer. 

"So, what's it going to look like?" 

Jungkook stretched his lips in a smug smile, as if he was anticipating victory. He leaned even closer, clutching the steering wheel his hand.

"We'll be together," Jungkook said, savoring the words. "Going to events, showing up at restaurants, sometimes letting the paparazzi catch us in the act... Basically, doing everything a couple should do. I need Sukhi to believe that." 

You wrinkled your nose, and he almost laughed.

"That sounds like some kind of soap opera."

"It's business, kitten. It's just business. You get everything you want: reputation, job, money. And I get my freedom." 

"What if your fiancée comes to me to pull out all my hair?" Jungkook smiled even wider, leaning back.

"Sukhi? She's too proud to make a scene. She'd rather pretend to change her mind."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't hide your skepticism.

"What if she doesn't change her mind?"

Jungkook hummed, his fingers drumming lazily on the steering wheel.

"Then we'll have to work a little harder."

You rolled your eyes.

"Fine. But what else is included in this 'little harder'? I assume you'll want some... public gestures?"

Jungkook nodded slowly, as if confirming your worst guess.

"Hugs, hand-holding, kissing. Nothing supernatural."

"Kissing?" you asked, even though it was the obvious thing you were supposed to do as a "couple". 

"Don't act like we haven't done it before," he smirked, leaning in a little closer. "I'm sure you like kissing me..."

You gritted your teeth, trying not to let his voice make your body react treacherously.

"And how long is this going to last?"

"Until I get out of this engagement. Ideally, a month, maybe two."

"And if your plan doesn't work?"

Jungkook was silent for a moment and then answered with a smile on his lips. 

"Then you'll have to stay my girlfriend longer."

You exhaled, trying to assess all the risks. 

"But there is one condition," he added. 

You rolled your eyes. 

"What condition?" you asked, frightened. Knowing how he could set conditions, you could have expected anything. 

"As long as you play my girlfriend, you must not be with other men." 

You blinked in surprise.

"Really?"

"Yes," his voice grew deeper, "you must be only mine." 

You didn't know what annoyed you more: the self-assurance in his voice or the way your heart responded to those words.

"Gosh, this is so annoying..." you stubbornly crossed your arms over your chest. You sat silently, weighing all the possible risks, and finally decided that this was a chance you couldn't miss. You exhaled heavily, "I agree only because I want my job and my reputation back. Nothing more." You accepting his offer. 

Jungkook pretended to think seriously.

"Very well, then. Well, then, we need to set some rules."

"Rules?"

"Yeah," he shrugged nonchalantly. "For example... no real feelings."

You huffed skeptically.

"No problem." 

You knew you could handle those rules. 

"No jealousy."

"What? Why would I even be jealous?"

"Good." Jungkook smiled with satisfaction. "And..." he paused, making you tense.

"What else?"

He leaned over the armrest closer, his hot breath licking your skin.

"Do all your best, that not to fall in love with me, kitten."

You felt a pang in your midsection, but you didn't let it show.

"Dreamer!" you said ironically, making him laugh.

"I'm just warning you. I can be very charming."

"Don't worry, Jungkook. You are the last person I could fall in love with. It's more about you. I’m think you need more controlling yourself, so you were the one who said something about 'you're mine, I won't let you go' and now you have a ticker on your forehead 'I want to fuck you right here'" you leaned closer to him, his perfume enveloping you again. "But it looks like ten minutes has passed and you're late."

You said, turning away, but Jungkook grabbed your hand, pulling you very close. 

Jungkook didn't say anything, but his grip on your wrist only tightened. His eyes darkened, and a familiar cheeky smile played at the corners of his lips.

"You know, kitten," his voice grew deeper, velvety, "I'm not denying that I want you right now." 

"I'm not surprised." you say confidently, your breathing quickening. 

"Would you be surprised if I tested how much you want me?" he reached for your crotch, but you quickly grabbed his hand and held it back. 

"What are you doing? Get your hands off me!" You said firmly. You were a little shocked to fact that in deep down you wanted him to continue. Jungkook applied a little more force, continuing to move his hand to the waistband of your sweatpants. You tried to resist, but when his fingers touched your bare stomach, you froze. Your faces were separated by a few centimeters. You looked up at him and saw that he was not going to give up on his idea.

"Come on, kitten, let's have a quick fuck in the car, satisfy our physical needs." he suggested ironically, reminding you of your own words.

"Do you really think I want to do this with you?" you asked still holding his hand, Jungkook smiled and slowly slipped his hand under your pants, as if to give you a chance to stop it. But you already can’t do yet. When his hand was on your folds, you gasped, and Jungkook cursed with a slight moan. 

"Your wet pussy answers your question." Jungkook whispered. You didn't let go of his hand, which was hidden in your pants. His fingers gently caressed your clit. You closed your eyes, unable to believe that this was happening for the second time between you. But his fingers felt so good on your pussy. You opened your legs wider to give him easy access to your pussy, and he took advantage of it. Jungkook's fingers skillfully built up the pleasant sensations between your legs. You got wetter and wetter as he smeared the moisture between your legs. 

Suddenly, you let out a moan, and it aroused Jungkook even more. He leaned down and captured your lips. His soft lips were not gentle at all, they were demanding and insistent. His tongue slid into your mouth and you accepted it without hesitation. Your kiss was greedy, as if you two had been waiting for this for years, as if you were forbidden and now you could do whatever you wanted. 

You ran your hand through his soft hair, ruining his perfectly styled hair. He purred against your lips when he felt you pull him closer. 

Jungkook plunged a finger into your passage. Your warm hole was so welcoming, and he knew for sure that his cock would be visiting it today. The thought of fucking that tight pussy again made his cock harden and twitch several times in anticipation.

You knew it was crazy. You knew you'd agreed to a fake relationship, not this. But, damn it, when he touched you like that, when your tongues touched each other, you couldn't think about the rules anymore.

He pulled away from your lips, took a deep breath, as if trying to pull himself together, but it was too late. His eyes darkened, and his breathing became heavy and hot. 

"You were in a hurry." you reminded him, breathing heavily against his lips. Jungkook plunged another finger inside you and you felt the pressure on your walls, and his thumb never left your clit. squeezed his shoulders with your fingers to ease the growing pleasure. 

"I have something more important to do. Let them wait." Jungkook said, smiling. You couldn't react normally to his words, feeling your orgasm approaching. And after a several seconds of holding it all in, you came on his finger. You squeezed his hand with your legs and he felt your clit twitching. 

He pulled his fingers out of your throbbing pussy, making you moan softly at the loss. He raised his hand to his lips and, without taking his eyes off you, licked his fingers as if savoring a forbidden fruit. His movement was so seductive that desire flared up inside you again.

"Sweets," he murmured hoarsely, leaning closer to catch the taste of your lips again.

You were on fire, your breath was ragged, and your heart was pounding. His scent of perfume mingled with your own scent of arousal. Jungkook no longer looked confident-he was hungry, almost obsessed.

His palms slid slowly under your top, caressing your skin. Each touch made your body react to him instantly - you gave in, letting him have you the way he wanted. His fingers, still wet from caressing you, left hot marks on your skin as he ran them up your stomach. His lips barely touched yours, taking his time, stretching the moment between desire and anticipation. And then they found yours again, this time the kiss was deeper, more greedy.

He squeezed your breast with his hand, massaging it, strengthening your desire to have Jungkook inside of you again.

"Fuck..." he muttered between your kisses and you could feel him holding back, how much he wanted more.

You ran your hands down his back, feeling the tension under your fingertips. Jungkook moved lower and slowly ran his tongue along your neck, leaving a wet trail, and then he lifted his head and stared at you.

"Climb on my lap, kitten, I have to fuck your tight pussy." he invited you. 

Jungkook sat down in his seat and pushed the chair back as far as possible. He tilted the back to get a better position. Jungkook flicked his tongue across his lips as if savoring the remnants of your kiss, and he took off his jacket and threw it in the back seat. Then he unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down to his ankles, and finally removed his underwear, revealing his hard length that needed attention. You looked at Jungkook, not knowing what to do. He noticed you weren't moving and looked up at you. His lips stretched in a playful smile making him look damn hot as he was now. 

"What you want to taste the most delicious cock in your life or shall we get right down to business?" 

You felt your face flush red. You tried to hide your eyes, but Jungkook leaned over and took your face by the chin. 

"Come on, baby, take off your pants, or do you want me to do it?" 

"I wouldn't mind if you did it for me." you said, defying him. 

Jungkook stretched his lips into a predatory smile, his dark eyes glistening with excitement. Before you even had time to fully realize what you had said, he leaned closer, sliding his hands down your thighs. His fingers slowly, almost teasingly, ran up your skin, making you languish in anticipation.

"I know how you like it when I take your clothes off..." he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I like it too..." he admitted. 

He slowly hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants, successfully grabbing your underwear together with pants, and began to slowly pull them down. You lifted your hips so that they could slide down easily. His hands touched your skin, leaving a hot tingling sensation.

The rain outside the window monotonously pounded on the glass, creating an even more intimate atmosphere. The car was filled with your heavy breathing and the muffled light of the street lamps, which were smeared in the raindrops.

When your pants and underwear were completely off your legs, Jungkook took his time. His gaze slowly slid over you, and he licked his lips admiring what he saw in front of him.

"Such a beautiful body..." he murmured, licking his lips as if admitting the thought of what was to come.

He sat up straight and patted his thighs. You couldn't help but smile, but suddenly you felt him grab your hand and pull it. He was impatient. 

You climbed on top of him and sat on his lap. His excited cock rested against your pussy, and you felt how hard it was. His hands squeezed your naked thighs and his fingers lightly touched your back, forcing you to bend to meet him. 

His hands began to move slowly down your body, exploring every curve.

Jungkook kissed you again. It was a deep, desperate kiss, as if he was trying to leave an imprint of his desire on you. His fingers roamed over your skin, making you involuntarily cling to him tighter, squeezing him with your hips.

Jungkook broke the kiss and hurried to lift you up so you could ride him. You rose up just enough so he could press his cock against your entrance. 

"Don't you have a condom?" you asked, feeling the head of his cock already pressing against your passage. Jungkook started to plunge into you, and you bit your lip, feeling his big cock stretching your velvet walls. You were still in pain, even as Jungkook stretched you. 

His hands closed even tighter on your hips. His eyes glittered with a devilish light, and you knew he was going to say something bold.

"Do you need it? Don't you trust me?"

You froze, getting used to the feel of his cock in this position inside you. It felt even better than the first time you did it. Jungkook leaned down to your ear, running his tongue along the shell of it.

"I never trusted you." you breathed out. His tongue movement sent a wave of flies across your skin, even though the car was as hot as it could be. The windows were fogged up, and the world outside seemed to be non-existent. 

Jungkook was amused by your words. You didn't trust him, but for some reason you always did what he wanted. 

His confidence, this predatory and graceful behavior that balanced between passion and abuse, made your body burn even more.

He smiled, and then gave a sharp thrust with his hips, and you yelped in surprise. 

"It's funny," he whispered, his lips almost touching yours, "because right now you're sitting on my cock without a condom and you don't mind at all." His voice was so dangerously seductive that your heart was racing. He bit your lips. 

You began to move on his hips, creating a much-needed friction. You dug your nails into his shoulders, and only the thin fabric of his shirt saved him from scratches. 

His fingers squeezed your hips a little harder, making you feel the full force of his control. You moaned because Jungkook was fucking you so well. 

You moved slowly, letting yourself enjoy every second of this intimacy, but Jungkook didn't have that much patience. His hands squeezed your hips again, forcing you down deeper, faster, harder.

His breath was hot, his lips sought yours. His kisses were greedy, demanding, as passionate as his touch. He bit your lower lip, making you moan right into his mouth.

"Mmm... see that?" his voice was hoarse, predatory. "You're on fire, and you said you didn't trust me."

You wanted to answer, but he gave you a sharp thrust, and all words dissolved into your choked moan. Jungkook laughed a low, defiant laugh, his eyes burning.

"Oh, kitten, I love to hear you moan..." he whispered, running his hot palms along your back, and then slapping your ass sharply.

You arched your back, feeling the fire spreading through your body, pulling you even closer to him.

The rain outside the windows poured down harder, drumming rhythmically on the roof of the car, unable to drown out your sounds. It was so hot inside that the air felt heavy, almost intoxicating.

"Faster, baby," his voice was a low order. "Give me everything you've got."

Your heart exploded with tension and pleasure. And you did give him everything. 

Jungkook lifted you up sharply, making you feel every inch of his cock, and then lowered you down on top of him forcefully, tearing a loud moan from your lips. His fingers will leave marks on your thighs, he presses hard on your skin as if he was trying to make sure you wouldn't run away, that you belonged to him, here and now.

"Fuck Kook..." you moaned. 

You called him by his shortened name again during sex. He noticed it and made a point of it.

"What kitten, is it too much?" he asked. 

"I can't... anymore..." You said. But Jungkook didn't want to come so quickly. He wanted to get the most out of you because he didn't know how soon your next time would be. You like to play hard to get, but practice shows that you can't control yourself when he's around. 

"You can baby, I'm not done with you yet." he said breathing heavily. You felt him twitch inside you. 

Jungkook lowered you down on top of him again, and you cried out as you felt him fill you completely. He caressed your center. 

"Do you like it?" he pushed up again, making you bend over. "Tell me you like it when I fuck you."

You bit your lip, feeling waves of pleasure wash over you. He moved so fast, so deep, you couldn't focus on anything else. Only him. Only his body, colliding with yours in this stuffy, sweaty car.

"Yes... you're so fucking good at fucking me..." you admitted. And it was the piety truth. You'd felt it the first time you had sex. The connection between you two was like a drug. Jungkook was giving you an adrenaline rush that made you addicted. He smiled-self-satisfied, greedy, triumphant. Then he grabbed you even tighter, leaned forward, and dug his lips into your neck, leaving wet, trembling marks. He wanted to mark you so that you wouldn't forget those words when you pretended not to be interested in him again tomorrow.

His pace became even faster, deeper, more unbearable. You were no longer in control, your body trembling in his hands, accepting every thrust. And when he abruptly grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him, you felt a hot wave of pleasure sweep through you.

He groaned as he squeezed you, and then abruptly dropped his head onto your shoulder, breathing hotly on your skin.

Your breathing is heavy. Your pulse is frantic. You're both hot, exhausted, and you haven't yet realized that he came right inside you. 

Jungkook slowly leans back, holding you on top of him, his hands still on your back. He smiles slightly, tired but so hot.

"You're just divine..." he whispers, brushing his hand over your cheek.

Your mind clears a little bit. Your ears were buzzing, but when your breathing became more or less calm, you realized that you were sitting on Jungkook still with his cock inside of you. You rounded your eyes, and he raised his eyebrows in question, wanting to know what you were excited about. 

"Did you just cum inside me?" 

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BEFORE IT NO LONGER BEATS FOR YOU

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The First Date….

The restaurant was one of the most expensive in the city—high ceilings, crystal chandeliers, and a dim, intimate lighting scheme meant to exude sophistication. But no amount of wealth or elegance could change the fact that I was sitting across from a man who made my skin crawl.

From the moment I arrived, he had done nothing but talk about himself.

His accomplishments. His wealth. The people he knew. The companies he had built. Every sentence dripped with arrogance, as if he expected me to be hanging on to his every word, enraptured by his so-called brilliance.

I wasn’t.

I had perfected the art of appearing interested while mentally escaping years ago. I kept my face polite, nodding at the right times, taking small sips of my drink as I let my mind wander, hoping the night would be over soon.

Then he changed the topic.

And suddenly, I wished he would go back to talking about himself.

His voice, already deep and rasping from years of expensive cigars, dropped into something far more sinister.

He leaned forward slightly, his lips stretching into a smile that sent a violent shudder down my spine.

“You see, sweetheart,” he said, swirling his wine as if he were discussing something as casual as stock investments. “I don’t believe in the modern idea of marriage. These days, women are so… opinionated. So independent. They’ve lost sight of what it means to be a proper wife.”

My stomach twisted, but I forced my face to remain neutral.

He didn’t notice my discomfort. Or maybe he did and simply didn’t care.

“I have a vision,” he continued, his fingers tapping against the table in thought. “A household of young, beautiful women—each one fulfilling a specific role, just like in the good old days.” He let out a deep, satisfied sigh. “One woman to manage the household, another to prepare meals, one to handle the finer details of my social calendar… and of course, each of them would be available to serve me whenever I desired.”

I wanted to vomit.

I wanted to throw my drink in his face, stand up, and walk out.

But I couldn’t.

Because if I made a scene, my parents would find out. They would accuse me of embarrassing them, of ruining their plans.

So I forced my hands to remain still, clenching them beneath the table to stop the tremors of rage building inside me.

He continued, oblivious—or, more likely, completely indifferent—to my growing discomfort.

“I want at least seven wives,” he mused. “One for each day of the week. Variety is important in a man’s life, you know? Keeps things exciting.”

My throat tightened. I could barely breathe past the sheer disgust roiling inside me.

I had spent my whole life hearing my parents talk about the opportunities a good marriage could bring. The duty I had to uphold. But they had never once mentioned the absolute horror of being forced into something like this.

I could feel his eyes scanning me, drinking in my expression, searching for something—approval? Interest? Submission? I gave him nothing.

Instead, I let out a quiet, polite hum, feigning thoughtfulness as I took another slow sip of my drink, mentally counting down the seconds until I could escape.

He smirked, seemingly pleased with my lack of protest.

“You’re a quiet one,” he noted, his eyes gleaming with something wrong. “I like that. Women should be seen, not heard. It makes them far more desirable.”

My grip on my glass tightened. I was going to kill either him or my parents.

The Second Date…

The second date was different from the first. Not better—just different.

This man was younger than the last, though still far older than me. He carried himself with the kind of arrogance that only came from a lifetime of privilege, someone who had never been told no in his entire existence.

The restaurant was another five-star establishment, the type of place where the menu didn’t have prices because if you had to ask, you couldn’t afford it.

He didn’t stand when I arrived. Didn’t pull out my chair. Didn’t acknowledge my presence at all until I was fully seated, and even then, it was only with a disinterested glance over the rim of his whiskey glass.

“Hm.” He frowned, giving me a once-over. “That’s what you chose to wear?”

I blinked, caught off guard. My dress was elegant, tasteful—chosen specifically to avoid criticism. But apparently, that didn’t matter.

I swallowed back my irritation and gave a polite smile. “Is something wrong with it?”

“It’s fine,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand, as if I was wasting his time with the question. “I just expected something more sophisticated.”

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from snapping back.

The waiter arrived, and without so much as a glance in my direction, he ordered for both of us. Something expensive, something I didn’t particularly want.

I wasn’t surprised.

“Women always take forever to decide,” he said when the waiter left. “It’s easier if I just handle it.”

I had barely touched my drink before he started picking apart every little thing about me.

The way I held my fork. The way I sipped my water. The way I tucked my hair behind my ear. The way I sat. The way I smiled—or rather, the way I didn’t smile enough because, apparently, I looked bored.

“Tell me,” he said at one point, swirling the ice in his glass, his tone casual but laced with condescension. “Did your parents ever teach you proper etiquette, or were they too busy letting you run wild?”

I inhaled slowly through my nose, willing myself to remain composed.

This was a game to him. A test. He wanted to see how much I would take, how easily I would bend under his scrutiny. I would not break. I could not.

I hummed, lifting my glass to my lips. “And here I thought a gentleman would make a woman feel comfortable rather than criticize her every move.”

His lips curled at the edges, something amused—almost entertained.

“Ah,” he mused, tilting his head slightly. “So there’s a little bite in you. Good.”

Good?

He chuckled to himself as if he had just discovered something mildly interesting.

Then, he leaned back in his chair, folding his hands over his stomach, and said, “Don’t get me wrong—you’re far from perfect, but you’re the best option I’ve had so far.”

My stomach turned.

Best. So far.

Like I was some thing he was evaluating, another name on a long list of options.

He must have taken my silence as an invitation to continue because he went on, detailing exactly what he expected from his future wife.

She would be flawless. Impeccably dressed at all times, no matter the occasion. Silent when necessary, but charming when required. A hostess. A prize. A reflection of his status.

He wanted someone who would never challenge him, who would follow his rules, who would accept his decisions without hesitation.

“I want a woman who understands her role,” he said smoothly, swirling his drink. “A woman who enhances my image, who elevates my reputation. If I succeed, we succeed. If I make a decision, there’s no room for discussion.” He smirked slightly, gaze unwavering. “I assume you can be that kind of woman.”

I stared at him, heart pounding in my ears.

My fingers curled tightly around my napkin under the table, nails pressing into the fabric.

I forced another smile, the kind that didn’t reach my eyes.

“Of course,” I murmured, voice smooth, practiced. “What woman wouldn’t want to be the perfect wife?”

He smirked, satisfied.

And I swallowed back the overwhelming urge to throw my drink in his face.

The Third Date…

The third date was almost normal.

Almost.

He was the closest to my age out of the three, just a few years older. That alone made him seem more tolerable.

Dinner had been... pleasant. He had good manners, asked about my work, even laughed at a few of my sarcastic remarks. For a fleeting moment, I thought, maybe this won’t be so bad.

I should have known better.

The moment we pulled up outside my hotel, the atmosphere shifted.

“You don’t have to rush inside,” he said smoothly, his hand resting on the gear shift. “I was thinking we could sit here for a bit... talk some more.”

Something in his tone made my stomach clench.

I forced a small smile, already reaching for the door handle. “It’s been a long night. I should really get some rest.”

Before I could pull it open, his hand shot out, gripping my wrist. Hard. Too hard.

“Come on, don’t be like that,” he murmured, his voice still light, but there was an underlying forcefulness to it now. “We had a great time, didn’t we?”

I felt my breath hitch. His fingers tightened. Something cold ran down my spine.

Every instinct in my body screamed at me to get out.

“I did,” I said, keeping my voice even, calm. “And now I’d like to go inside.”

His grip didn’t loosen. His smile widened.

“You’re really beautiful, you know that?” His free hand moved, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. My skin crawled.

I swallowed thickly. “Let me go.”

He chuckled. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

In an instant, he was closer—too close—his breath warm against my cheek.

Panic surged through me and I yanked my arm, trying to twist out of his grasp, but he didn’t let go.

“Relax,” he said, his grip now painful. His other hand landed on my thigh, squeezing. “I’m just trying to get to know you better.”

My heartbeat thundered in my ears.

“Stop,” I hissed, shoving at his chest.

He didn’t budge.

Instead, his smile dropped.

And then—slap.

Pain bloomed across my cheek as my head snapped to the side.

I barely had time to register what had just happened before his fingers dug into my jaw, forcing me to look at him.

“Listen to me, sweetheart,” he said, his voice now dripping with condescension. “You’re lucky to have someone like me interested in you. You should start acting like it.”

A sharp, sickening fear gripped my ribs.

No.

No, no, no.

I wouldn’t let this happen. I forced myself to breathe, to think.

Slowly, I raised my hands as if in surrender. He smirked, taking it as compliance.

Then, I dug my nails into his wrist and twisted hard.

He yelped, jerking back just enough for me to lunge for the door handle.

I ripped it open and stumbled out onto the pavement, my heart hammering.

“Bitch!” he roared from inside the car.

I didn’t look back. I ran.

My heels pounded against the pavement as I bolted toward the hotel doors. My cheek burned. My wrist throbbed. My nails were coated with his blood.

But I was out. I was safe. And that was all that mattered right now. 

Running up to my room, I barely noticed the pain in my legs or the way my lungs burned with each desperate breath. My only thought was getting inside. Getting safe.

The second I slammed the door shut behind me, I twisted the lock. My fingers trembled as I yanked at the handle to double-check. Locked. But it wasn’t enough. I grabbed the chair from the desk, wedging it beneath the doorknob for good measure.

Only then did I allow myself to collapse against the bed, my entire body trembling.

Tears blurred my vision as my chest heaved, struggling to draw in air. My throat was too tight. My lungs weren’t working. It felt like there was a vice squeezing my ribs, suffocating me from the inside out.

I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe.

I squeezed my eyes shut, but the moment I did, he was there. The leering smile. The rough hands. The sickening weight of his body hovering too close.

The sound of my own strangled sob echoed through the empty room.

I curled in on myself, gripping my arms so tightly my nails dug into my skin.

You got away. You’re safe now.

But I didn’t feel safe.

I felt trapped.

I needed out of my head. I needed something—someone—to ground me. With trembling fingers, I grabbed my phone, barely able to hit the right buttons as I pulled up the group call.

The phone rang once. Twice.

Ollie answered first, his voice lighthearted as usual. “Hey! What’s up, love?”

Then Kimi’s voice followed, casual as ever. “You finally decided to call us, huh?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but all that came out was a broken sob.

Silence.

Then—

“Y/N?” Ollie’s tone lost all playfulness. It was sharp now. Alert. “What happened?”

Kimi’s voice dropped to something more serious. “Talk to us.”

I squeezed the phone tighter, trying to speak through the lump in my throat. “That date—he—” My voice wavered, my breath hitching. “He tried to—”

Ollie cursed. “Did he hurt you?”

“I—I got away,” I stammered, barely above a whisper. “But I—”

My breathing hitched again, spiraling into shallow gasps. My heart pounded against my ribs, my body still locked in fight or flight.

I wasn’t in that car anymore. I was here. Safe. But why didn’t it feel like it?

“Breathe, love,” Kimi murmured, his voice unusually gentle. “Slow. Deep.”

I tried.

But my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. My chest wouldn’t stop aching.

Ollie, meanwhile, was furious. “I’m getting you a flight tonight,” he said, voice tight with barely contained rage. “You’re not staying there another second.”

I could barely process his words. “But—”

“No buts,” he snapped. “Pack whatever you need. Kimi and I will pick you up when you land.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. “I—”

“Focus y/n,” Kimi cut in, his tone softer than Ollie’s but just as firm. “We’re here. Just breathe.”

I sucked in a shaky breath. Held it. Let it out. Again. Again.

Finally, the tightness in my chest eased, if only slightly. Just enough for me to start thinking clearly.

“Okay,” I whispered. “I’m getting my things.”

“That’s our girl,” Ollie said, his voice gentler now. “Just keep talking to us.”

With shaky limbs, I forced myself to my feet and grabbed my suitcase. My hands were still unsteady as I shoved clothes inside, but Kimi’s voice kept me grounded, reminding me of what to grab while Ollie reassured me that everything was handled.

Then, just as I zipped up my bag, Kimi hummed thoughtfully.

“You should go get your valuables from home,” he said. “No one should be there, right?”

I hesitated.

“I know you want to leave,” Ollie added, “but you don’t want them having anything to hold over you later.”

They were right. My parents loved control. If I left without taking what was mine, they’d use it as leverage. I gritted my teeth.

“I’ll go,” I said finally.

Ollie exhaled sharply. “Good. Grab what’s yours, and then get the hell out of there.” And I would. Because after tonight, I was done. With every one of them. 

—

The rental car sat idling in the driveway, trunk packed full with my luggage. The only thing left now was to collect what was mine from my childhood home before I disappeared from home for good.

I tugged my hoodie tighter around me, the soft fabric comforting against my skin. The oversized sweats and track shoes were a far cry from the elegant outfits I’d been forced to wear all week, but right now, I needed comfort. I needed to feel like myself.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out into the cool night air and shut the car door behind me. The house loomed before me, a towering reminder of the cage I had grown up in.

Only one car sat in the driveway—Jack’s.

Good. My parents weren’t home.

Still, I hesitated, gripping the box I had brought with me.

Walking back into that house felt wrong, like I was willingly stepping back into a life I had spent years trying to claw my way out of. But if I didn’t do this now, my parents would have everything. They’d use my childhood memories, my sentimental keepsakes, as leverage.

You can do this. In and out.

I inhaled sharply and pushed open the front door. The house was eerily silent.

Each step felt deafening on the polished hardwood floors as I made my way to my childhood bedroom. The door creaked slightly as I pushed it open, revealing a space frozen in time. The walls were still adorned with old posters and photos, remnants of a past life.

I had spent years trying to make this room feel like my own, even when it never truly belonged to me.

Tonight, I was taking back what was mine.

I set the box down and got to work.

One by one, I gathered everything I couldn’t bear to leave behind.

A small stack of journals, filled with scribbled thoughts and dreams I once believed I could achieve. A few books with worn spines, the pages creased from being read and reread. The delicate necklace my uncle had given me when I was young, tucked safely inside its velvet box.

Each item I placed inside the box felt like reclaiming a piece of myself.

The weight in my chest grew heavier with each passing moment.

I had always dreamed of leaving this house behind. But I never imagined it would feel so much like mourning.

As I grabbed the last of my things, a voice cut through the silence.

“Y/N?”

I froze.

Turning slowly, I found Jack standing in the doorway.

His eyes flickered over me, narrowing as they landed on my face. I knew what he was seeing—the faint, ugly mark from the slap, the scratches along my jaw.

His expression darkened.

“What happened?” His voice was softer than I expected, his usual cocky tone replaced with something almost… worried.

I didn’t answer.

Instead, I turned away, gripping the box tighter as I moved toward the door.

Jack stepped in front of me, blocking my way. “Y/N, talk to me.”

I stared past him, my silence unwavering. His jaw clenched, frustration flickering in his eyes. Not anger—concern. Then his gaze dropped to the box in my hands. Understanding settled over his face like a storm cloud.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” His voice was quiet, almost hesitant.

I didn’t respond. I didn’t have to. Jack swallowed hard, shifting on his feet. His hands twitched at his sides like he wanted to reach out, to stop me. But he didn’t. He just stood there. Watching. Fearing. Because for the first time, he understood that I wasn’t coming back here.

I stepped past him. Jack didn’t move to stop me. He just let me go. Walking through that house one last time, I felt the weight of years pressing down on me. The fights, the expectations, the suffocating control—I was finally breaking free.

By the time I reached the car, my hands were shaking.

I tossed the box into the trunk, slammed it shut, and slid into the driver’s seat. My breath came in short, shallow bursts as I gripped the wheel, forcing myself to stay steady.

Then, with one final glance at the house I once called home, I pulled away and I didn’t look back.

—

The bustling energy of the airport felt like a world away from the tension I had left behind. People huddled together, rushing to gates, talking amongst themselves, or heading to baggage claim. But I didn’t notice any of it. I was moving like a ghost, just trying to put one foot in front of the other without completely crumbling.

My phone buzzed in my hand, and I glanced at the screen, seeing an unfamiliar number pop up. At first, I thought it might be an airport announcement or something generic, but the name beneath the number made my breath catch in my throat. Max Verstappen.

I froze, my thumb hovering over the screen as I fought the urge to ignore the call. Max had always been a steady, guiding figure in my life—the kind of person who kept an eye on me when I needed it most, even if it was from the distance of the paddock. He had a way of making you feel like family, like you were important. He was my grid dad, the one who’d always checked in with me and made sure I knew I wasn’t alone.

Taking a deep breath, I answered. “Hey, Max.”

“Y/N?” His voice was immediately calm, but there was a certain edge to it that I wasn’t used to hearing from him. “I need you to listen to me, okay? I’ve heard what happened, and I’m gonna be real with you, I’m pissed.”

I could feel my chest tighten, and I leaned back against the wall, the weight of everything settling down on me. I didn’t want to talk about it—I wasn’t ready to open up to anyone, especially not after everything I’d just gone through—but Max wasn’t someone I could lie to, and I knew that.

“I... I didn’t expect you to find out, at least not yet” I murmured, my voice trembling slightly. I fought to keep it steady, but the walls were closing in.

“No one should have had to tell me, before you” he replied, but there was an undercurrent of concern. “I got a call from Ollie, and when he told me what your parents were doing to you and what those terrible men put you through, I just...” He sighed, and I could hear him rubbing a hand over his face. “That’s not how family treats each other, Y/N. Not ever. What your parents have done to you is disgusting. Even more so those disgusting men, but that would have never happened if not for your parents.”

My breath hitched. I had spent so much time trying to convince myself that I could just make it through this, that I was strong enough to survive it. But hearing Max’s words—his anger, his frustration—it felt like someone had pulled the last bit of strength from my chest, leaving me feeling exposed and raw.

“I didn’t even know if I was gonna make it out, Max,” I whispered, my voice thick. “I thought... I thought—” I cut myself off with I short choking cry.

“Nothing is going to happen. Not now. Not ever,” he replied fiercely. “I swear to God, if I had been there, I would have burned that whole situation down myself.” I blinked, tears threatening to spill over. Max wasn’t just angry—he was furious for me.

“I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do anymore,” I admitted, feeling the quietest sob work its way up my throat. “I just... I don’t have a place there anymore. I don’t know who I am anymore.”

“You’re you,” Max’s voice softened, but only slightly. “And that’s enough. You don’t need anyone to tell you who you are. You don’t need your parents or anyone else to decide your worth for you. You’re strong, Y/N. I’ve always known that.”

There was a pause, and I could hear him take a deep breath. “Now, I need you to listen to me very carefully. Ollie called me—he asked if I could help. So, I’ve arranged for a private jet to come pick you up. It’ll be there in two hours. But I don’t want you to worry about anything else. I’ve already made sure there’s a room for you at the airport, prepaid and all. They’ll feed you. You’ll get some time to rest before you board the jet. I’m not letting you stay in that airport or go through this alone.”

I blinked in surprise. “Max, I didn’t... I didn’t ask you to do all that.”

“You don’t have to ask,” he said firmly. “I’m not letting you go through this alone. And trust me, Y/N, when I say that I understand. I know what it’s like to deal with parents who don’t give a damn about you. I know what it’s like to feel trapped. So I want you to know, if you ever need anything—if you ever need someone to handle your family or just want to talk—I’ve got your back. No questions asked. You’re my family now, okay?”

Tears welled in my eyes, threatening to spill over, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak for a long moment. I was overwhelmed by the compassion in his voice, by the fact that he cared in a way that felt so incredibly genuine. In a world where everything was complicated and conditional, Max had just made me feel like someone truly saw me.

“You’re not alone,” he added softly. “And I’ll make sure you never feel like that again.”

I finally found my voice, barely managing to choke out a whisper, “Thank you, Max. I... I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything. Just get yourself together. The jet’s coming for you, and I’ll see you when you land.” He paused. “And one more thing—I don’t care how far away you are. You need anything, you call me. Anything.”

I nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. “I will. I promise.”

“Good. Now, get some rest. You’ve been through enough. And if you need someone to kick those assholes into gear, just say the word.”

A small, shaky laugh bubbled up from my chest, and for the first time in days, I felt something that wasn’t pure fear or anger. I felt… safe.

“Thanks, Max,” I whispered again, my heart full of gratitude.

“You’ve got this,” he said, and the call ended.

I stood there for a long moment, still absorbing everything Max had said. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was more than just a pawn in my family’s game. I felt like I had a future again—one where I could make my own choices, where I wasn’t controlled by anyone’s expectations.

I wiped my eyes and let out a shaky breath, then turned and walked to the room Max had arranged for me, ready to finally leave the weight of my old life behind.

—

The room Max had arranged for me was quiet, dimly lit, and surprisingly comfortable. The soft hum of the air conditioning filled the silence as I dropped my duffel bag to the floor and let myself collapse onto the couch.

I pulled my phone out, hands shaking slightly as I navigated to the messages app. I opened a group chat with Lando, Oscar, and Franco—three of the most important people in my life now. They were the ones who had stood by me during the quietest of moments and the loudest, and I knew they deserved to know everything.

I began typing, my fingers stumbling over the words, unsure of how to say what had been eating at me for so long.

Hey, guys. I just wanted to fill you in on what’s been going on with my parents, and the dates. You all deserve to know just how bad it got. My parents have been trying to marry me off to some men, one of them being older than my dad. I thought I could make it through, but the dates were horrible. They were all wrong in different ways. The last one… he tried to hurt me. I managed to get out, I called Ollie and Kimi who talked me down from the panic. Max arranged a private jet to get me out of here tonight. I’m on my way home, thanks to all of them. I’ll be landing soon.

I’m so sorry to worry you, but I really need a reset when I get back. I hope we can all get together and just hang out—maybe a movie night or something. I can’t even begin to explain how much I need that right now. Just a normal, quiet night with you guys. It would mean everything.

I hit send, staring at the screen, wondering if I had said enough or if I’d said too much. Before I could second guess myself, the notifications started rolling in.

Lando’s reply was almost immediate.

What the hell, Y/N?! he texted, his anger almost tangible even through the screen. You should have called me! No one gets to treat you like that, and especially not your parents. If I could, I’d be on the next flight to pick you up myself. Don’t even think about going back to those assholes. They’re not your family anymore. WE are.

Oscar’s message came next, his words calm but equally as fierce.

I’m so sorry you’ve had to go through that, Y/N. I’m absolutely furious at your parents right now. No one—no one—has the right to treat you that way. If I’d known, I would have been there for you. You don’t deserve any of this, and I promise we’re going to make sure it doesn’t happen again. We’ve got your back, always. Just get home safe, and we’ll take care of the rest.

Franco’s message was the last one to pop up, but it hit me the hardest. I knew how much he cared for me, how much we had been through together, and his words were full of the protective love that he always showed when I needed it most.

Y/N, I don’t even have the words right now. I can’t believe this is happening to you. I’m so, so sorry you had to experience that. I just want you to know you are strong and you are so much more than those idiots ever gave you credit for. And I’m absolutely livid about the way those men treated you. You’ve been through so much, and I can’t even imagine the pain of all of this. But you’re safe now, and we will never let anyone—anyone—hurt you like that again. You’re part of our family now. We’ll protect you. And once you’re back, we’re going to have that movie night. You’ve got us, always.

I stared at their messages for a long time, tears welling up in my eyes as I let their words sink in. Their anger, their concern, and most of all, their unwavering support. They didn’t have to do any of this. They didn’t have to care about me like this. But they did.

And for the first time in what felt like ages, I felt like I mattered. I wasn’t just a piece of property for my parents to control. I wasn’t a pawn in their game. I was something more than that—I was a person with a family, and these guys, these wonderful, loving, fiercely protective people, were my family.

I quickly typed a response, my fingers still shaky, but I knew I had to let them know how much their support meant to me.

Thank you. All of you. I don’t know what I’d do without you guys. I can’t wait to be back and just spend time with you all. I need this—I need you guys. You’re the family I choose. I promise when I get back, we’ll have that movie night. I need it more than anything. I don’t think I could make it through this without knowing you have my back. I’ll be home soon. Love you all.

Before I could put my phone down, a new message popped up from Lando.

We love you too, Y/N. And no more of this "I'm fine" crap. We’re gonna make sure you never go through this alone again. Ever. Let’s talk when you land. We’ll figure out the movie night and get your mind off all this shit. Just stay strong for a little longer.

I smiled through the tears, feeling lighter than I had in days. I had a family now, a real one. And when I got back, I wasn’t going to let anyone—especially my parents—take that away from me.

No one was going to mess with me again, it was time to stand my ground and take my life back.

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[dailyhmsw]

random question but what was the animation process like for the video did you just eyeball it or was there a story boarding process?

HI YES there was a little bit of planning ,, i'd had the idea in my head for AGES and i am the type of person to daydream on every bus/car ride i go on so i already knew approximately what i wanted to do,, more under cut

originally i was gonna do coelacanth by glass beach instead of motions, but i decided to do motions simply because it seemed more realistic and i had more practical ideas, if that makes sense,,,

anyways here's the storyboard i cooked up. i deviated a lot from it but also used it as a guideline for alot of thingfs.,,,

seeing my shitty little sketches is a bit embarrassing now but hu#iogpguo*?&#yvub OIT'S FINEEE

it WAS supposed to be a little longer but i decided a little while into the project that it would just . take up too much time so i cut the beginning down :C very unfortunate

i also had a folder with "concept art" i guess you could say?? just little tests for me to get used to the style i wanted (loops 170 and 141 were also tests for this)

+ a screenshot from the animation that inspired the style i went for next to heart

also life tip: literally any animation software you can get your hands on is better than firealpaca. that poor program was suffering and nearly crashing the entire time i was making this due to the sheer amount of layers on any given shot, and you have to divide up the shots into different files and export them as gifs and only THEN once you've imported them into your editing software can you check if they're timed correctly......... i only use firealpaca because i have nothing else. its animation mode is great for little gif loops though!!

i'll add all the extra brushes i used to my brush list too C:

everything was animated at 6 fps (to save myself some pain, also because i like how it looks) and at a 4:3 aspect ratio

[icewindandboringhorror]

Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...

[echoingkarma]

Just A Normal Coffee Shop AU - Summary of Plot

This is a bit overdue but I did promise we'd write it when we had time, and I have a tiny bit now, so here goes. CW for discussions of death / murder, and faint disreality. Remember, the source of this is FNAF, so CWs for that apply.

The idea for this AU came from a desire to throw together characters I loved but who would never meet, and also to put them within a common AU idea. I went with a coffee shop because it was the first I thought of, whilst also thinking a lot about how as an employee there, you can do little but stand behind the counter and smile. Day in, day out.

That had its own sort of horror element to it. I wanted to pursue that idea; you're trapped behind that counter for your shift. If a 7-8ft tall animatronic comes in and asks you if you know Michael Afton, with your coworker hiding behind the counter clinging to your ankle for dear life and shaking, you can't just turn on your heel or tell him to get out. Not without provoking something, whether it be an adverse reaction or his suspicions.

So you smile and you tell him no you don't. Its not your business to give out to customers. They don't need to know who works here or not, what time their shifts are at, any of that sensitive information.

After that, Vanessa comes in and sits with Sun, and they have a hushed conversation as Michael sneaks off to the back room and you continue the rest of the shift. Sun downs a coffee and finds it amusing when you seem startled, and Vanessa asks him to pay attention, and his only real response is to hushedly murmur about how they already know Michael is there so they have nothing to worry about.

As some people suspected, Sun is a wildcard. Vanessa plays the bad cop, and Moon is good cop. This is just naturally how their personalities worked out, and they play up to their roles.

Sun visits again the next day, and Mike is nowhere to be seen. You and Charlotte Emily are left to work behind the counter for a while, a faint amiable chatter all that settles your nerves as you wait for something to happen.

Henry Emily comes out just as Vanessa enters, and he tells them to leave and never return, they're not welcome here. Vanessa is angry with him, and says he was also part of it all, and if he lets this go now... and then she goes quiet, because they have an audience and she doesn't particularly want to talk about child murder in front of them all.

On the way home you pass torn posters - one reads 'Afton Animatronics. One in every home'. On the poster is a little girl with pigtails, showing how the robots are now advertised for childcare after the Pizzaplex burned down a few years ago (the first and only Fazbear establishment in this AU. A lot smaller than the one in Security Breach, although it still boasts a few attractions and its own Daycare). Still, a very faded poster nearby reveals the old star, Freddy Fazbear himself, smiling away in his tophat and bowtie.

You feel a sense of unease at the name and walk on until you bump into Moon, who kneels down and shows you a photo, asking if you really don't recognise anyone in the picture. You find it hard to not linger on the image, but Mike Schmidt hasn't changed - he looks less tired now, a little happier, a little less dead in the eyes and his mullet is a bit longer. Overall, though, the boy in the picture looks exactly like your coworker.

The other two kids are familiar too, somehow. The boy with short brown hair and, even in the photo, a light in his eyes, and a little girl with two pigtails and a big smile.

When Moon sees you looking, he tucks it away in his pocket and asks if you really don't recognise any of them, and you feel like you've stared for too long, so you have to say something. He tilts his head at you when your only response is that you recognise the girl, although you don't know from where, and he hums and stands, offering you a business card for Afton Animatronics. The number is scrawled out and a new one is written in its place.

You tuck it into your pocket and thank him with a hoarse voice, and he turns and walks away. Suddenly, you're taking the long way around to your apartment, something niggling in your mind about being followed, about not being safe. You close the door behind you with a whoosh of air and an audible click, sinking down against it.

Your breathing hasn't yet calmed when your phone rings, and you lift it and look at the caller ID, huffing out a sigh when you see it's Henry. You answer, and he's as warm as you as ever, asking if you got home safe and if you'd come in tomorrow for a talk. You reassure him, but your hands haven't stopped shaking when you hang up and head to bed, throwing your bag and phone down beside it and immediately closing your eyes.

The meeting is about personal safety. Henry asks if you want him to come get you for work and leave you back again when your shift is over, but you turn the offer down. Mike is there, and he offers you a tired smile, both grateful and concerned.

You start to choke a little. You'd always kept people a bit distant, but the people here were treating you like they treated each other; a tight knit family, a trusted group, someone they could turn to and who could turn to them too, if you ever needed to. Mike puts a gentle hand on your arm when he notices you shaking, and Charlotte curses out Moon, who she'd seen stop you yesterday on her way home.

And for the first time, you sit there and decide you'll really and truly try to help. More than just saying you don't know, you're not sure - you're going to defend this little family of yours as best you can, rather than running away and avoiding people, leaving no roots to pull when the time came.

This resolution stays strong for about a week. You don't see Sun, Moon or Vanessa anywhere in this time, until suddenly you're pulled into a little alleyway between two stores on your way home and you have to swallow down a scream as you look up at the three faces together.

Vanessa looks furious and at her wit's end as she lectures you, telling you what's happened so far; there are children dying, and they need Henry to listen, they need Michael home because he's the only person who could ever have enough information to stop it.

The word sours in your mind. Home. Something about it prickles and simmers and sets off a spark. You faintly remember something, two little kids calling after you, and a third standing off at the other end of the room, watching with a warm smile and dark brown eyes.

And then it's gone and you're just back in some damp alleyway with three tall figures hovering over you, and you start to choke up, and you say you have nothing to do with this but they need to leave people alone who want to be left alone.

Sun regards you with a proud smile, although it twists a little with some sort of desperation at the edges, whereas Moon merely tips his head forward and lets his hat fall over his eyes, watching on keenly whilst occassionally looking out over the street.

Vanessa keeps trying to pressure you, and after a bit your phone rings and you flinch. When you go to answer it, Moon mumbles about it being time to go, and the three slink off and leave you with your heart in your throat as you answer the call, unable to find the time to hide the shake in your voice.

You're bundled into Henry's car within 10 minutes, and he takes you to your apartment to pack up anything you need, and then takes you back with him to stay in a spare room in his house. You realise both Charlotte and Mike live here when they join you for dinner and Charlotte makes a joke about this being the Daydream Coffee house now.

The coffee is closed for a holiday after you inform them of what happened. Henry chides you for not telling him the first time Moon stopped you, and then he sighs and flicks the business card between his fingers, considering something. He rubs at his temples before picking up his phone, and the room goes silent as you hear the faintest edge of the ringback tone.

Henry talks to Vanessa in a gruff voice, not warm but not harsh either. He asks her what's going on, and his eyes widen when she answers, before his face darkens completely. After a very brief conversation, he glances around at the three of you still sitting at the table patiently, each wearing your own look of concern, and he hangs up and puts his phone down.

With his hands carefully folded in front of him, Henry tells you all what's happening; Vanessa thinks William (Henry glances at Mike when he says the name, and the latter pales but sits steady as he listens) is using his animatronics to kidnap children. She doesn't know why he's doing it, but she took the Daycare Attendants when the Pizzaplex burned down and acted like she was going to help him before running as far as she could with them to find help.

The information you all learn over the next few days isn't any more pleasant; whilst working for Afton, Vanessa felt nearly brainwashed. The Daycare Attendants speak of a similar symptom, although their own problem can be tied into something in their code. Still, the three of them say the feeling dissipated the moment the Pizzaplex burned to the ground.

Vanessa also describes being invited to the basement one day. There was something down there, some documents about testing. She talks about the way the animatronics reacted, as though they were alive and sentient. Beside each of their names in the files, there was something else...

Freddy had Gregory, Roxy had Cassie, Chica had Elizabeth, and Monty had Evan. There were other plans for more animatronics, and random names listed beside them. In the next room over, she could hear machines whirring and ticking. She remembers seeing a small hand, and then her vision went purple and she was back upstairs, unaware of what had happened at all.

Mike, beside you, looks like he's going to be sick. The names pry at your own brain too, and he looks over and suddenly there are tears in his eyes, and for some reason its you he wraps his arms around and holds as he starts to cry, shaking with the force of it. You hesitantly put your own arms back around him and pat his back, and something purple flickers at the edge of your vision.

Sun and Moon both watch as your memory crashes back down on you. The tears start flowing before you even realise what's happening, before the images stop playing through your mind, something about Mike tearing down a forceful purple wall and revealing what had been hidden behind it for years.

You're a child standing in a living room. Two little kids stand before you and laugh, showing off some toys their father had made them a few days before. At the other side of the room, Michael Afton beams and crosses his arms, watching on with a relentless fondness. You feel yourself smiling back.

And then your smile fades with a harsh crunch. You hadn't seen much, and you're so grateful for it. Michael, however, had seen everything in that moment. He was standing right there when the animatronic locked onto Elizabeth, and he immediately went to grab Evan away before the same could happen to him.

Unfortunately, he didn't quite make it in time. The 'malfunctioning' machines locked onto the children and you remember the harsh cacophany before a sharp, stinging silence. You remember covering your mouth and hiding, brain sparking with static and a ringing in your ears. You remember Michael falling to his knees on the ground. You remember being told time and time again that the basement was out of bounds and no one was to go in there unsupervised.

But, then again. Elizabeth had always been interested in the animatronics, and Michael only wanted to do something nice. Your ears pick up on his sobbing again now, back in the present, but your mind stays in the past, where the boy knelt silent as death itself until footsteps descended the stairs, and you peeked out around the corner and saw William Afton come to a harsh stop as he took in the sight, eyes slowly widening.

There would be no way to explain something like this. As an adult, you would have wondered why the door wasn't locked and why none of you were being supervised anyway. You would have wondered about where he'd suspected you'd gone; you were staying the night again, as you did most days. You wouldn't be far away from the scene, you wouldn't have left Michael alone with the younger kids. With your younger siblings, perhaps not by blood but by a bond of familiarity and comfort, by many evenings shared together when it was the only place in the world you felt safe.

That night the feeling would disappear forever. You don't remember what William said, but you do see the edges of his smile lifting now in your mind. The same man who would pat you on the head, watching as the endoskeletons creaked to life, purple flowing in their tubes as they readjusted to stand straight, warm bodies slowly growing cold as they fall to the floor and leave behind only metal and unmoving faces you could still somehow feel the fear from.

Chica, Elizabeth. Evan, Monty. Your throat is on fire. A tiny hand, unmoving and still. Were the two the first, or merely a step in the experiments Afton performed, trying to perfect his craft? You remember playing with Charlotte too, the little doll she had. Everything always matched so perfectly, Afton would always say. It was designed just for her, after all.

You half wonder if you would have been left wearing a metal shell, had William peered around the corners of his basement that day and found you. You wonder if he'd have dragged you back there screaming and kicking to keep you silent.

You weren't there for the funeral. You'd left town by then, after becoming disturbingly quiet and unresponsive, and things seemed to fade away the further you got from it all, until one day you woke up and you couldn't remember any of it at all.

Now, it hits you like a ton of bricks. Like an endoskeleton tightening its harsh metal jaws around your skin, your flesh, and clamping down until bone and all gave way. You're left reeling and dizzy, and look around the table, and Henry seems to know just what has happened, and he curses under his breath and suddenly your breathing is too loud and you know you're going to be sick.

The evening is spent recovering as people talk in hushed voices between other rooms of the house. You tuck up on the sofa, a cold hand on your forehead - after your memories, its weird that you feel safe under Sun and Moon's watchful eyes, the two taking turns to comfort you and Michael. They must have been good at their jobs when they were in the Daycare.

Time passes quickly, and its another few days before anyone really feels up to making much of a plan. Its a shoddy one even when it does form; exposing Afton with nothing less than complete proof wouldn't work. He was used to covering up scandals, and would do anything to protect his company.

However, Mike had been raised on it all. He knew secrets no one else ever would; even moreso than Henry, who'd been a cofounder at the time before he found out what was happening and took quite a large sum of money off with him and opened a café instead, intent to live out the rest of his days in some sort of quiet repentence, protecting anyone who survived the Afton family.

Sun and Moon are incredibly helpful too. They know their way around the animatronics and have all the leftover code from the Daycare. This also means they have some of the first trial code on capturing children to use, which is something admitted very reluctantly as Moon admits he doesn't at all remember if he ever actually helped.

They also know where the main stars are being kept, and think it would be a good start to break them out and get their assistance, especially as they may be able to locate a lot more proof. Mike frets over this; do they think they'd remember..? Sun shifts in his seat, his permanent smile cast in shadow as he looks down, and Moon artificially clears his throat and says there's a reason they knew so much about him.

Everyone is assigned roles, and you all work together tirelessly - one day you see Sun pat the coffee machines sympathetically and break out in a small smile - until things are in place. And then you're all bundled up between two cars and you're on the move.

Everyone tries their best to make the roadtrip less terrifying than it is; Charlotte takes photos of everything, Mike insists on trying a new drink at every rest stop, and Sun and Moon find new ways to sit constantly to try their best to fit into the car. Vanessa and Henry are the two drivers, and whilst Vanessa takes her job incredibly seriously with a white knuckle grip, you can see Henry trying to join in on the lighthearteded activities, although you often catch him with pinched brows and a distant look.

It gets quieter and quieter as you get closer, and once you pull into the city everyone falls silent. Memories lit up purple scratch at your skull, and when you look around everyone seems to have a similar headache (including Sun and Moon, who occassionally spit out a string of static or have to step away to release a high-pitched beeping sound and pre-programmed lines about cleaning the Daycare and washing our hands before we eat).

But you all survive, and you make it there and before you know it you're all about to break in to the latest small venue he's opened, where parents can bring their kids to pick out an animatronic for their home.

Things are going smoothly until you see William Afton himself, smiling and laughing and looking down at a child the same way he used to look at you, and this time you notice the edges to his expression, the sharpness to his smile and the way he looks at them like one would a prized obsession.

You know you need to get that kid out of there, but aren't sure how until you see one of their parents approach and then walk off in your direction. When they return with a tray of drinks, you decide it's now or never, and bump straight into them, sending everything clattering down the front of their shirt.

Apologies are stuttered out and you can see the fight to maintain their patience even as their grab their kid and promise to return another day, they need to get home and get changed now. You apologise again as they leave, and almost breathe a sigh of relief when you hear someone clear their throat behind you.

You turn and look directly up at William Afton, and your breath seems to leave your lungs all at once. There's a sweetness like grape candy on your tongue when you inhale, a sensation that begs your mind to just let go, to forget again, to be happy here with the Afton family.

Trying to shake it off and praying he doesn't recognise you, you mirror his smile and say you're here to pick out an animatronic. Something ticks away in his vision, but William puts a hand on your upper back and leads you to look at the latest models, asking if you had any preferences and if you had kids or it was just going to do the housework.

Its not easy to lie when you're still struggling to breathe, the sweet taste of the air catching in your dry mouth, determined to make its way into your lungs and settle there, to make itself at home once again. Purple flickers through your mind and you fight it back with all your might until your phone buzzes and you ask if you can go take the call for a moment. You make your way outside as though calm, talking cheerfully, but the moment you're out you book it straight over to Sun and Moon in the car, gasping for air.

Everyone is out. They've found enough - nothing is described to you, but you're sure it will be compelling. Henry wouldn't do anything that would fail.

After this point, the story would definitely diverge off into exposing Afton and watching as things crashed down around him. Y/N and Mike would get to meet Elizabeth and Evan again, although they're possessing the animatronics and will be freed in the process, allowing them to finally be at peace. They tell Mike they don't blame him at all, even after having all this time to think. Everything had been planned out by their father, anyway.

You continue to have a family in Henry, Charlotte, and Michael. It grows quickly - Sun and Moon are just animatronics, they're not possessed, and so they remain as they are. Vanessa moves in a bit away again, and Henry asks if she's finally ready to live her own life, and you see the relief flood her features as she finally relaxes. You later learn of how she's been working for William since she was a young teenager as Michael's replacement once he'd managed to gather enough to move away, with Henry's help.

Another series of cafés are opened, and Sun and Moon are your new coworkers - Daydream Café remains animatronic free to keep jobs available for humans who still want to work, but the location you're transferred over to (and end up opening, blushing furiously as you cut the ribbon and listen to cheers ring out) isn't, allowing the two to work alongside you. They learn very quickly and the lot of you become close as well.

You treat Mike and Charlotte as siblings, and Henry welcomes you to take on his surname if you want. Essentially, everyone just finally gets to live. Mike opens up an animatronic company soon after because people were starting to rely on them, and you watch as his outgrows anything William could have ever made with an overwhelming sense of pride.

And then the next day, you get to go make coffee with your two favourite animatronics again, and again, and again.

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How I learned to write smarter, not harder

(aka, how to write when you're hella ADHD lol)

A reader commented on my current long fic asking how I write so well. I replied with an essay of my honestly pretty non-standard writing advice (that they probably didn't actually want lol) Now I'm gonna share it with you guys and hopefully there's a few of you out there who will benefit from my past mistakes and find some useful advice in here. XD Since I started doing this stuff, which are all pretty easy changes to absorb into your process if you want to try them, I now almost never get writer's block.

The text of the original reply is indented, and I've added some additional commentary to expand upon and clarify some of the concepts.

As for writing well, I usually attribute it to the fact that I spent roughly four years in my late teens/early 20s writing text roleplay with a friend for hours every single day. Aside from the constant practice that provided, having a live audience immediately reacting to everything I wrote made me think a lot about how to make as many sentences as possible have maximum impact so that I could get that kind of fun reaction. (Which is another reason why comments like yours are so valuable to fanfic writers! <3) The other factors that have improved my writing are thus: 1. Writing nonlinearly. I used to write a whole story in order, from the first sentence onward. If there was a part I was excited to write, I slogged through everything to get there, thinking that it would be my reward once I finished everything that led up to that. It never worked. XD It was miserable. By the time I got to the part I wanted to write, I had beaten the scene to death in my head imagining all the ways I could write it, and it a) no longer interested me and b) could not live up to my expectations because I couldn't remember all my ideas I'd had for writing it. The scene came out mediocre and so did everything leading up to it. Since then, I learned through working on VN writing (I co-own a game studio and we have some visual novels that I write for) that I don't have to write linearly. If I'm inspired to write a scene, I just write it immediately. It usually comes out pretty good even in a first draft! But then I also have it for if I get more ideas for that scene later, and I can just edit them in. The scenes come out MUCH stronger because of this. And you know what else I discovered? Those scenes I slogged through before weren't scenes I had no inspiration for, I just didn't have any inspiration for them in that moment! I can't tell you how many times there was a scene I had no interest in writing, and then a week later I'd get struck by the perfect inspiration for it! Those are scenes I would have done a very mediocre job on, and now they can be some of the most powerful scenes because I gave them time to marinate. Inspiration isn't always linear, so writing doesn't have to be either!

Some people are the type that joyfully write linearly. I have a friend like this--she picks up the characters and just continues playing out the next scene. Her story progresses through the entire day-by-day lives of the characters; it never timeskips more than a few hours. She started writing and posting just eight months ago, she's about an eighth of the way through her planned fic timeline, and the content she has so far posted to AO3 for it is already 450,000 words long. But most of us are normal humans. We're not, for the most part, wired to create linearly. We consume linearly, we experience linearly, so we assume we must also create linearly. But actually, a lot of us really suffer from trying to force ourselves to create this way, and we might not even realize it. If you're the kind of person who thinks you need to carrot-on-a-stick yourself into writing by saving the fun part for when you finally write everything that happens before it: Stop. You're probably not a linear writer. You're making yourself suffer for no reason and your writing is probably suffering for it. At least give nonlinear writing a try before you assume you can't write if you're not baiting or forcing yourself into it!! Remember: Writing is fun. You do this because it's fun, because it's your hobby. If you're miserable 80% of the time you're doing it, you're probably doing it wrong!

2. Rereading my own work. I used to hate reading my own work. I wouldn't even edit it usually. I would write it and slap it online and try not to look at it again. XD Writing nonlinearly forced me to start rereading because I needed to make sure scenes connected together naturally and it also made it easier to get into the headspace of the story to keep writing and fill in the blanks and get new inspiration. Doing this built the editing process into my writing process--I would read a scene to get back in the headspace, dislike what I had written, and just clean it up on the fly. I still never ever sit down to 'edit' my work. I just reread it to prep for writing and it ends up editing itself. Many many scenes in this fic I have read probably a dozen times or more! (And now, I can actually reread my own work for enjoyment!) Another thing I found from doing this that it became easy to see patterns and themes in my work and strengthen them. Foreshadowing became easy. Setting up for jokes or plot points became easy. I didn't have to plan out my story in advance or write an outline, because the scenes themselves because a sort of living outline on their own. (Yes, despite all the foreshadowing and recurring thematic elements and secret hidden meanings sprinkled throughout this story, it actually never had an outline or a plan for any of that. It's all a natural byproduct of writing nonlinearly and rereading.)

Unpopular writing opinion time: You don't need to make a detailed outline.

Some people thrive on having an outline and planning out every detail before they sit down to write. But I know for a lot of us, we don't know how to write an outline or how to use it once we've written it. The idea of making one is daunting, and the advice that it's the only way to write or beat writer's block is demoralizing. So let me explain how I approach "outlining" which isn't really outlining at all.

I write in a Notion table, where every scene is a separate table entry and the scene is written in the page inside that entry. I do this because it makes writing nonlinearly VASTLY more intuitive and straightforward than writing in a single document. (If you're familiar with Notion, this probably makes perfect sense to you. If you're not, imagine something a little like a more contained Google Sheets, but every row has a title cell that opens into a unique Google Doc when you click on it. And it's not as slow and clunky as the Google suite lol) (Edit from the future: I answered an ask with more explanation on how I use Notion for non-linear writing here.) When I sit down to begin a new fic idea, I make a quick entry in the table for every scene I already know I'll want or need, with the entries titled with a couple words or a sentence that describes what will be in that scene so I'll remember it later. Basically, it's the most absolute bare-bones skeleton of what I vaguely know will probably happen in the story.

Then I start writing, wherever I want in the list. As I write, ideas for new scenes and new connections and themes will emerge over time, and I'll just slot them in between the original entries wherever they naturally fit, rearranging as necessary, so that I won't forget about them later when I'm ready to write them. As an example, my current long fic started with a list of roughly 35 scenes that I knew I wanted or needed, for a fic that will probably be around 100k words (which I didn't know at the time haha). As of this writing, it has expanded to 129 scenes. And since I write them directly in the page entries for the table, the fic is actually its own outline, without any additional effort on my part. As I said in the comment reply--a living outline!

This also made it easier to let go of the notion that I had to write something exactly right the first time. (People always say you should do this, but how many of us do? It's harder than it sounds! I didn't want to commit to editing later! I didn't want to reread my work! XD) I know I'm going to edit it naturally anyway, so I can feel okay giving myself permission to just write it approximately right and I can fix it later. And what I found from that was that sometimes what I believed was kind of meh when I wrote it was actually totally fine when I read it later! Sometimes the internal critic is actually wrong. 3. Marinating in the headspace of the story. For the first two months I worked on [fic], I did not consume any media other than [fandom the fic is in]. I didn't watch, read, or play anything else. Not even mobile games. (And there wasn't really much fan content for [fandom] to consume either. Still isn't, really. XD) This basically forced me to treat writing my story as my only source of entertainment, and kept me from getting distracted or inspired to write other ideas and abandon this one.

As an aside, I don't think this is a necessary step for writing, but if you really want to be productive in a short burst, I do highly recommend going on a media consumption hiatus. Not forever, obviously! Consuming media is a valuable tool for new inspiration, and reading other's work (both good and bad, as long as you think critically to identify the differences!) is an invaluable resource for improving your writing.

When I write, I usually lay down, close my eyes, and play the scene I'm interested in writing in my head. I even take a ten-minute nap now and then during this process. (I find being in a state of partial drowsiness, but not outright sleepiness, makes writing easier and better. Sleep helps the brain process and make connections!) Then I roll over to the laptop next to me and type up whatever I felt like worked for the scene. This may mean I write half a sentence at a time between intervals of closed-eye-time XD

People always say if you're stuck, you need to outline.

What they actually mean by that (whether they realize it or not) is that if you're stuck, you need to brainstorm. You need to marinate. You don't need to plan what you're doing, you just need to give yourself time to think about it!

What's another framing for brainstorming for your fic? Fantasizing about it! Planning is work, but fantasizing isn't.

You're already fantasizing about it, right? That's why you're writing it. Just direct that effort toward the scenes you're trying to write next! Close your eyes, lay back, and fantasize what the characters do and how they react.

And then quickly note down your inspirations so you don't forget, haha.

And if a scene is so boring to you that even fantasizing about it sucks--it's probably a bad scene.

If it's boring to write, it's going to be boring to read. Ask yourself why you wanted that scene. Is it even necessary? Can you cut it? Can you replace it with a different scene that serves the same purpose but approaches the problem from a different angle? If you can't remove the troublesome scene, what can you change about it that would make it interesting or exciting for you to write?

And I can't write sitting up to save my damn life. It's like my brain just stops working if I have to sit in a chair and stare at a computer screen. I need to be able to lie down, even if I don't use it! Talking walks and swinging in a hammock are also fantastic places to get scene ideas worked out, because the rhythmic motion also helps our brain process. It's just a little harder to work on a laptop in those scenarios. XD

In conclusion: Writing nonlinearly is an amazing tool for kicking writer's block to the curb. There's almost always some scene you'll want to write. If there isn't, you need to re-read or marinate.

Or you need to use the bathroom, eat something, or sleep. XD Seriously, if you're that stuck, assess your current physical condition. You might just be unable to focus because you're uncomfortable and you haven't realized it yet.

Anyway! I hope that was helpful, or at least interesting! XD Sorry again for the text wall. (I think this is the longest comment reply I've ever written!)

And same to you guys on tumblr--I hope this was helpful or at least interesting. XD Reblogs appreciated if so! (Maybe it'll help someone else!)

[mx-pastelwriting]

Saving My Fanfiction Work

First. Side note: This post was only intended to give resources to fanfiction writers and enjoyers. My talk on recent political events was a context/reasoning on why I made this post. Also I’ve had to add more information to this post over time due to people’s confusion in my comments. Explaining it was to make sure that this post didn’t come off as out of the blue for my followers and this community. Which is fanfiction.

Also, why I made this post was from people asking if they could download my fanfiction because of the recent political events in America hence why I named it “saving my fanfiction work” and added my context. So this was also a post to tell people that liked my fanfiction they could download it as long as it was for their personal collection. I merely just wanted to list resources to people who wanted to download fanfiction and don’t know where to start or don’t have the immediate resources. I’m not here to fear-monger. I am just giving resources and the reasoning on why I’m giving them along with urging people to look into those information/recent events as staying aware is important. I respect everybody who’s given their opinion and yes, some of my grammar in this post is not adequate as this post was merely made for giving/stating resources.

Lastly, I will no longer update this post with comments as I’ve said my peace, nor will I pay attention to the notifications as they are muted. As my page is for fanfiction not politics. Thank you for the people in this community who share this post for the resources see you around the tags! Stay safe friends!!✨ Remember I love you! And you are loved!💛

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Due to the recent events in the United States. To clarify the recent events being Trump becoming president of the United States, Project 2025 more than likely going to be integrated. If you are not familiar with Project 2025 I urge you to look it up.

Along with the KOSA bill that has many problems and it has passed the senate now needing the finally vote in the house, which both are majority red. Go here to learn more on why it needs to be stopped and how you can. This is another component that will harm our communities. Go to: stopkosa.com

With all of its harmful plans some of the plans are to take down/restrict internet sites that have LGBTQ+ communities that means communities like the fan-fiction communities/sites in the United States.

I am only giving resources to those inside and out of the US in case they banned sites that hold fan-fiction. Better safe than sorry.

Being that I live in the US the possibly of mine and many others Fanfiction has the possibly of being in danger. Therefore I'm giving you recourses. (I'm not leaving or stopping my writing, I'm here for the fight!)

For those wanting to save my fanfiction, I give you permission to download them off of AO3 and to be used for your personal collection. Meaning, your eyes only. To clarify I’m saying this as others have asked if they could download my fanfic so for those who would like to you can.

If you do not know how to download them many others on online have tutorials on how to download them and add them to our phone libraries.

Here are some links to tutorials:

Downloading Fanfic

Adding to Iphone & Android Library

Adding to Kindle Library - Video on How (On TikTok)

Adding Book Covers (At the bottom) - Good EPUB Cover Changer (I use this)

Types of Files and What they mean

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Who's writing this? The author is slow af.

Booo! Boo @ the author!!!!

When you want to finish writing the self-indulgent horny Emmrook oneshot where he makes her concentrate on reading a letter he’s written to the Necropolis aloud (for proofreading purposes you see) while he eats her out on his desk, but instead you have to go to the gym because you have too much energy and if you don’t do something with it you will explode ):

[zyafics]

CAN YOU PLEASE, PLEASE ON MY KNEES WRITE ABOUT BITCHY!READER X RAFE AND IT'S SMUT?? I FEEL LIKE YOU'LL DO IT JUSTICE!!! thank you

you literally read my mind because i was just thinking of this prompt that works so well with bitchy!reader!! hope you'll enjoy <3 (if it’s bad, look away!!)

WHATEVER SHE WANTS | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (Oneshot)

Pairing — Rafe x Bitchy!Kook!Female Reader

Content — 18+, power/dominance play, p in v, doggy style, orgasm denial, and dirty talks

Word Count — 2.2K

lıllılı Whatever She Wants by Bryson Tiller

You always wanted Rafe.

It's your right. Since you were a child, you demanded the best in everything—toys, clothes, boyfriends. They had to be perfect. Had to be yours. And yes, it may come off a little superficial but who cares? It's what you deserve, and it'll be hell if you don't get it.

Since the first look, when you caught Rafe lounging on a chair with his friends, tipping the rim of his beer onto his lips, while his eyes scanned over the room in an attractive lazy way, you knew you had to have him. It didn't help that you were competitive, and Rafe garnered attention with women. They flocked to him and begged for a minute of his time. It became a game to you, and that heightened your need.

Everything was calculated. The makeup you wore, the outfits you curated, the glances. You always timed your arrivals—when you knew Rafe would be watching the door—and marked your exits. You knew exactly what to wear—dresses that tantalizing exposes your ass, but only as a preview—and the cosmetic style he liked. Rafe's the type of man who believes he wants a bare-faced woman, but truly, he wants something natural that enhances your features.

You came with friends. You left alone. You drank enough to loosen your nerves and danced with the crowd, but not enough to make a fool of yourself. You knew your tolerance and knew Rafe didn't like a messy girl.

At least, in public.

You caught his gaze a couple of times, flashing a flirtatious smile over your shoulders, but never lingered longer than three seconds. Rafe can't know how easy he can have you, because Rafe, like most boys, loves a chase. You're not easy, you're spoiled. He had to come to you.

And he did.

Rafe tried to introduce himself on several occasions. On those nights when you're leaving early—as planned—Rafe would cut to the door to pay a parting remark. "You're leaving so soon?" he would ask, "Alone? Again?" He would add. You always told him it was because no one caught your eye, and Rafe took that as a personal challenge. He would then try to tell you his name, as if he were different, to which you nod—detached—as if it didn't matter.

It drove him insane.

Because you didn't offer the same courtesy. You kept him guessing. He had to finally ask around to learn your name, which he would use to tease you the next time he saw you. And he did. And you laughed. But you acted like you didn't care. Like all the trouble he went through didn't prove a thing. That's when Rafe knew he needed you.

Tonight's no different. Just as you're about to leave, Rafe catches you with another smooth pick-up line. You just giggle. He studies how your eyes crinkle with amusement, the curve of your lips painted in his favorite shade of lipstick, and the lithe tilt of your head to the side as you ask him with your gaze, is that the best you got?

It isn't. But Rafe's determined to get further with you tonight. He continues to talk, asking about which men disappointed you and the reasons for your constant disappearances from these parties. And, for once, you're answering his questions with little resistance. Perhaps, it's because of the amount of cheap wines you consumed, or maybe you—for once—are tired of the games and want it to come to a fruitful end. Because when Rafe finally asks to take you home, you don't say no.

The walk to his truck is brisk. His arm wrapped around your waist, directing your path, while his fingers trail over the backless cut of your dress, producing a buzzing feeling beneath your skin. He's whispering something in your ear, but all of it is incomprehensible as you revel in the feeling of his touch and his touch alone. The feeling of your game coming to a conclusion.

And, just as you're about to reach the car, Rafe slams you into the side of the vehicle with a searing kiss.

His mouth catches yours and everything feels perfect. As if the buildup leading to this precise moment had been worth it, and every needy emotion rises to the top. His hand travels down the length of your body, to your hips, pulling you closer, and needing to eliminate all the space and wait you made him do.

Rafe's movements are swift and controlled. One of his hands props open the backdoor of his car, pushing you inside, and laying you against his leather seats. All without breaking the kiss.

"You don't know how long I wanted this, wanted you," Rafe blubbers between wet kisses. "Seeing you at every party, in these tiny dresses, not being able to touch," he rasps, bundling the hem of your dress into a tight fist. "Tell me you wear them for me."

"And if I did?" You say with a moan, tipping your head back to grant him access to your neck. "Did you like them?"

"Of course I did," he murmurs against the curve of your neck, the vibration of his words sending heat straight to your core. "You dressing up for me like my own perfect doll."

You want to retort that it's him who's in the palm of your hand, but Rafe sucks on a sensitive spot, causing your eyes to roll back and a whimper to escape your lips instead. He grabs your wrists with one hand, throwing them over his shoulder as he pulls you flush against his chest.

"So pretty, so fucking untouchable," Rafe kisses down the length of your throat, his fingers collecting the spaghetti straps of your dress before sliding it down the slope of your shoulders. "I'm going to fuck you so good."

His words snap you out of your haze. And while Rafe continues to expose more of your body, lamenting each reveal of flesh with a kiss, you withdraw enough to grab his attention.

"You're not fucking me in a car."

"What?" Rafe breaths, unable to snap out of the trace you had him in. Delirious with want, his mind warped around the idea of you being so close to attainable, that all rational manners left his system. He tries to kiss you again, to resume the moment, but you pull enough to send him a deadly glare, pouty and spoiled.

"Rafe, take me somewhere nice or we're not fucking at all."

He can't believe what he's hearing. He can't believe he's contemplating it. But Rafe doesn't understand that you have it all planned out to result in a perfect moment. You won't let it be disrupted just because Rafe can't drive the extra mile to take you somewhere nice. You'd rather leave him with blue balls.

"Are you serious?" He asks slowly, his eyes drawn to your swollen lips, the little pout, and the desperation to have them back on his. Sure, Rafe's had girls who wanted something more than a casual fling. He had them ask him for a better spot, but he never obliged. He never cared. But you're different. He wants you, and it's been a hell of a chase to get you here. He'll be damned if he lets it slip away because of a pretentious standard.

"Does it look like I'm joking?" You cross your arms over your chest, pushing your breasts further up. He nearly groans at the sight. "We're not having sex here."

"The nearest place has to be at least a fifteen-minute drive," Rafe argues. And it makes you upset, brows pinched together. "We can just—"

"I don't care," you snap. "Take me somewhere nice or I'm leaving."

You're serious. He sees it on your face. Rafe can't risk that, despite wanting to protest, because he knows he if he messes this up, he won't have another chance. Swearing under his breath, he drags himself out of the backseat and into the driver's side, pulling the car out of the parking lot.

Dangerously, Rafe speeds down the road, while you're sitting in the backseat with a self-satisfied demeanor, fixing your makeup through the rearview mirror. Occasionally, Rafe spares a glance through the same reflection, connecting with your gaze, and while there's subtle bitterness coiled in his chest, he recognizes the bigger prize at hand.

And what he can do with it.

Because, despite your bratty attitude, Rafe is a person who wants control. You want perfection. You two can have both.

That's how you find yourself in a newly-booked penthouse suite at one of the bougie hotels in Kildare, your head digging into the soft comforter of the bed, your ass in the air, as Rafe drills into you from behind.

When you reached the room, everything moved frantically. Rafe slammed you against the nearest wall to kiss you again—needing your lips, needing your taste—while his hands roamed over your dress and pulled down your cleavage, revealing your tits. Your hands wandered down his pants, unbuttoning them hurriedly, needily, and he assisted you by pulling them off alongside his boxers. His cock was big, slightly red with a pearly bead of pre-cum that rolls off the tip. And you could tell by the look on Rafe's face that he wanted you to suck it.

But you told him, "I don't do blowjobs."

So fucking pretentious.

It didn't matter. He hauled you over to the king-sized bed and pushed you onto the mattress. You landed with a soft thump, while Rafe hauled you up to your ass, pushing up your dress, until it became nothing but a bundle around your waist. His movements were urgent, and he wanted—no, needed—to be inside you because a bratty girl was going to be a great fuck.

And he was right.

You're perfect. The way you wrap around him, the way he sinks inside you. He doesn't know if it's because of the delirium of wanting you so desperately, of chasing you for so long—but he never had better pussy. And it doesn't help that your moans are sweet, breathy, and loud—begging him to go faster.

"Such a pretentious brat," Rafe grabs your throat, hauling you upwards till your spine rest on his chest, airway constricted by his harsh grip. "Making me wait this fucking long."

"R—Rafe," you mewl, eyes rolling to the back of your skull at the way he's angling his cock deep into your cervix, bullying the sensitive spot over and over again until you're seeing stars.

"Had to get the princess treatment, did you?" He murmurs hotly into your ear, nibbling a spot on your neck as you rest the back of your head on his shoulder. His thrusts grow more erratic. "Had to make me earn you, didn't you?"

"You weren't going to fuck me in a car," you persist, and despite how cockdrunk you became, and how much of an attitude you're willing to sacrifice to feel good, you were still adamant about receiving what you deemed enough. He respected that. "I'm not one of your whores."

"But I'm fucking you like my own personal slut. Is that any better?" He bites the lobe of your ear, and his other hand wanders up to grab a handful of your breast, squeezing the fat before rolling your perked nipple between his fingers. You moan louder. "What does that make you?"

You can't seem to answer him, can't seem to find your senses. The words Rafe uses are vulgar, but there’s still no regrets about this entire thing. Rafe wanted you so badly, that he was willing to spend hundreds of dollars on a hotel he probably won't even stay the night in. All because you demanded it.

You win.

"Shut up," you stammer, your stomach tightening. "Shut up and just fuck me, Rafe."

Rafe grins. The hand playing with your tits slips between your thighs to assist, finding your clit easily as he rubs it with his thumb in sync with his thrusts. Breathy moans escape you as you arch into his palm, while he pistons deeper inside of you, bottoming out.

"You sound so pretty, doll," Rafe murmurs against your heated skin, "Come on, take my fucking cock."

Everything’s so dirty. The way he handles you, the way your wetness drips down your thighs, the way his words breathe onto your skin and tighten your core. But you love it. You do, but you're not willing to give in so easily. No matter how good it feels. No matter how much he feels like a prize.

"You don't deserve me." You whisper with a mewl, body tightening with the familiar wave of your undoing.

Yet, Rafe merely grins.

"But you're sucking in my cock like you need me," Rafe taunts, pleasure coursing through his body at the way your walls grip him in a vice. The way your words spark challenge and invitation. He knows, despite your spoiled attitude and pretentious demands, he'll do anything to get another chance like this. "Now, behave like a good girl or you're not coming tonight."

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Think I need someone older

Think I need someone older, just a little bit colder. take the weight off your shoulders, think I need someone older ft. ex boyfriends dad John Price tw. age gap [reader is 22 and John is in his mid-late 40s], oral sex [male and female receiving] mentions of cheating [not by price or reader], insinuation of multiple rounds, PIV sex, creampie, mentions of a bitchy ex-wife, fem!reader, female anatomy, illusion to toxic and psychologically abusive relationship a/n. this turned out a lot longer than i anticipated it to be or i intended but when i started i just couldn't stop. price also works in security in this. this is also the first ime in ages that i have written something this long, so i apologise if it non-sensical or it makes no sense. word count.  3769 banner by @kaitsawamura

ex boyfriends dad John Price who had grown to hate the man his son at become, he was spoiled and entitled and thought he was gods gift to mankind always looking down on others and it was all because of his ex-wife. The woman worshiped her son, saw him as her prized possession, she did everything for him. Washing, cooking, cleaning and never punished him for anything he did and turned him into the monster he was today. John had tried to change her ways, tried to punish him and instill some discipline and human empathy into him but his wife wouldn’t have any of it. If John took his electronics away for misbehaving, his wife would give them back in 5 minutes. If he grounded him for any period of time, he knew all he had to do was ask his mom if he could go out and she would immediately tell him yes and to be safe and have fun. Any time he showed disrespetful behaviour, to them and to the other people she would always say ‘boys will be boys’. It was one of the many things that led to their eventual divorce when their son was 15. They shared custody and anytime his son was over Price tried to correct his behaviour, believing it was never too late but all of his work would be undone anytime he would go back to his mothers and by the time his son was 18 and stopped coming over as mandated by the courts, it was too late. Now his son only came round when he wanted something or was in the type of trouble he didn’t want his mother to know about. 

ex boyfriends dad John Price who met you for the first time at his son's 21st birthday, he didn’t plan on staying long and was only going to show face, put some money on the tab for his son and give him his present. And there are you, a pretty little thing wrapped in the arms of his asshole son and he decides to stay just a little longer than he planned to talk to you. You are oh so sweet when he talks to you, telling him you had heard good things about him from his ex-wife and son (which he instantly doubted, his wife was still bitter he went through with the divorce and his son saw him as this hard-handed father always dishing out punishments he believed he didn’t deserve), you voice is positively dripping with syrup and John feels his heart pick up in a way he hadn’t felt in years. But as he walks with you, he watches. Closely. Watches the way you're never too far away from his son, how you talk to nobody but him, how your eyes are always searching for his son in the room, how you rub your hand up and down your arms to comfort yourself as you watch his son talk, no, flirt with every other woman in the room. It makes something in his gut twist itself into knots because his son as this absolutely beautiful and sweet girl right there and he was just throwing it away

ex boyfriends dad John Price who meets you a few times in the next year, in cafes or supermarkets or even just when you’re out for a walk in the local park, you always look so pretty especially in the warmer months when you’re out and about in little summer dresses and short skirts, the warm summer sun shining on your skin and giving you a gorgeous glow,  and you are always so so nice to him, making conversation with soft smiles and wide eyes but he notices you're a littlemore skittish, always checking your phone and looking around you anxiously as if someone was watching you, how your clothes start to get a bit more conservative the little hints of your gorgeous skin now being hidden behind long sleeves and trousers. When he asks if you’re okay you give him a small smile, one that doesn’t quite reach your eyes and tell him everythings fine, the feeling he had in his gut when he first met you gets worse. He knew something was wrong and though he couldn’t pinpoint what it was he knew it had to do with his son. 

ex boyfriends dad John Price who hasn't seen you for a few months since he last saw you in December, the last time he saw you all the warmth had drained from your face and your eyes and though you were smiling there was an undeniable sadness and pain just rolling off you in waves. It broke his heart to see someone who was once so full of life become lifeless, like all the light and warmth that had radiated from you when you first meet was sucked out and replaced with a deep darkness that penetrated the very fibers of your soul. When he see’s you again, its Spring and the world has started to gain a bit more of its colour back, and so have you. You’re in a local bar, your friends surrounding you as you laugh and drinkand dance, John watches from the bar. Watches the way your eyes light up and your smile finally reached your eyes, the way your cheeks are dusted in a small pink hue as the alcohol flushes your skin. He smiles as he brings his whiskey to his lips and turns away from your group, who unbeknownst to him were trying to convince you to go up and talk to him despite the fact that he was your ex-boyfriends dad. They rolled their eyes and shoved at your shoulder every time you tried to brush them off, saying what better way to get revenge against your cheating, toxic ex-boyfriend than to sleep with his dad? And with the encouragement of another shot you decide to go ‘fuck it’ and walk up to the bar, sliding in comfortably beside John your hand falling right beside his your pinky finger brushing against as you turn your head to look at him only to find him already looking at you, his eyes raking up and down your body. He wasn’t going to admit it out loud, at least not to you at this very moment, but gods was he glad you were showing a little bit of skin again, the tight crop top you had on giving him the perfect view of your cleavage and leaving the delcious skin of your sides exposed while the short skirt you wore hugged the curve of your hips in such a teasing manner that he just wanted to reach out and palm the fat with his big hands just to feel it squish between his fingers, and your thighs gods he just wanted to bury his face inbetween them and feel the fat press against his head. 

ex boyfriends dad John Price who smiles at you, warm and welcoming, eyes twinkling with mischief and mirth as he greets you with a friendly ‘hi’, you give him a flirtatious smile and a ‘hi’ back. You quickly fall into an easy conversation, catching up with one another and skirting over the glaring question of what happened. You talk about your classes and how glad you are to be graduating soon and, saying how you’ve already secured a graduate position in one of the top companies within your industry and he tells you some stories of his time in the military and when he tells you about a scottish man called ‘Soap’ you can’t help but giggle and ask how he got that name and when John tells you its classified you pout at him and he damn near pulls you in for a kiss right there. Time flies by so quickly when you’re talking to him that you don’t even notice your friends leave, your best friend sending a text letting you know everyone got home safely and to use protection and not to do anything she wouldn’t do (which causes you to roll your eyes and John can’t help the dirty thoughts and images that flashes through his mind when he sees it), or how the numbers in the bar keep dwindling down until its just the two of you left and the bartender gives you a cheeky smile as you close out your tab (John insisting on paying for yours as well). 

ex boyfriends dad John Price who insists on walking you home when you’re ushered out of the bar, his hand casually slipping around shoulder as he pulls you against him, using the fact that the spring night is chilly and you didn’t bring a jacket out with you and he just radiates warmth, which instantly spreads through you at his touch. Starting in your cheeks, causing an adorable flush that quickly spreads through your entire body settle deep in your stomach and your core. You continue to chat as you walk, more stories flowing between the you and you flush even brighter at the big belly laugh he lets out as you share your drunken stories from freshers week when you first started university. Before you know it, you’re outside your apartment and you dwindle for a bit conversation dying down but neither of you wanting to say goodbye yet. It takes a nothing more than a few nanoseconds for you to decide to invite him up for a drink, telling him you had a bottle of 15 year old single malt your father gifted you for being accepted into your dream job after college and he accepts even quicker.

ex boyfriends dad John Price who follows behind you, his hand in yours and his heart beating rapidly in his chest feeling like a goody teenager as he crosses the threshold of apartment, he doesn’t even let the door fully close before he’s turning you around and pinning you to it. One hand gripping your hips and the other cradling your jaw like you are the most precious thing in the world, completely contradicting the way he kisses you. Its deep, harsh, bruising and full of passion, lips slotting against yours like they were always meant to be there. The kiss is absolutely intoxicating, one hand reaches out to fist at his shirt while the other tangles in his hair at the back of his head, your grab is a little tighter than you expected and tension at the back of his skull causes a moan to ripple from deep in Johns chest and spill into your mouth and you arch into him, pressing yourself impossibly closer to him, your hand moving from his chest to grip at his shoulders. You dig your nails into his skin beneath the soft fabric of his shirt as his hand moves from your hip to grab at your ass and pull you against him, his hard cock pressing into the plush of your stomach through his jeans. John pulls away from the kiss far to quickly for your liking and you go to chase his lips but he quickly buries his head in your neck, lips pressing against your pulse point as you pant and move your neck to give him better access to the skin, his teeth graze your skin as the kisses turns to bites and the moan you let our is absolute music to John’s ears.

ex boyfriends dad John Price who feels a little guilty about what he’s doing, the rational part of his brain at war with the emotional part, telling him it’s wrong and he shouldn’t be doing this, apart from the fact that you were more than 20 years younger than him you were also his son ex-girlfriend for gods sake and maybe part of him was doing this to spite his son and maybe you were doing the same thing, he didn’t know the details of what happened you didn’t elaborate when you told him you had broken up just after new year, maybe you were just doing this for revenge to screw with his son, to show him what he missed but the emotional part is screaming at him that this is right, that right there is where he’s meant to be. He found you attractive, had since he first saw you, but it was more than that he thought you were amazing and kind and so so smart, he enjoyed every second of the small amount of time he got to spend with you idly chatting when you meet, you made his heart beat so erratically in his chest that he was sure it was going to rip out of this chest but he wouldn’t even mind if it meant he go to give it to you for safe keeping  because he knew there was no better place it than in your hands. Eventually the rational side wins and John’s panting as he pulls back from your neck, pupils wide as he looks in your eyes. You see a hint of hesitation in his eyes, and something inside you shrinks back a little and the heat that had been pooling inside of you was slowly turning stone cold but the way John rubs his tumb against your cheek stops it from flaming our completely. His voice is quiet as he ask if you want this, he’s still breathless as the words pass it lips and you barely hear it but when it registers in your brain you are instantly saying ‘yes’ and nodding your head.  That’s all he needs for his emotional side to win and he is pressing his lips to yours once again and his hands are gripping onto your thighs as he easily hoists you up into his arms as you wrap your legs around his waist.

ex boyfriends dad John Price who doesn’t even take you to the bedroom, instead he gently places you on the sofa as his hands reach out to remove your shirt, throwing it over his shoulder hapazardly (you notice in the morning it’s hanging of the edge of your lamp shade), his lips trailing down your throat and across your collarbone intermittently changing from kisses to bites to sucks something akin to pride blooming in his chests as the purple marks bloom across your skin. Heat blooms where his lips touch and you grind up into him, the fabric of your skirt having rid up when he lifted you and being bunched around your hips leaving your panties and pussy exposed and allowing you to seek a delicious friction as your clit nudges against the fabric of his jeans through your panties, it helps that the fabric is tented from Johns hard cock. The moan you let out is almost pornographic from just the simple movement and John groans at the sound, moving his hips to meet yours as you grind just to hear it again. 

ex boyfriends dad John Price  who had planned to take his time with you, to learn exactly what made you come undone underneath him and to draw out orgasm after orgasm from you until you were a trembling mess who couldn’t even remember his own name, he wanted to make you moan and scream until your throat was raw and watch those pretty little eyes roll to the back of your head as pleasure overwhelmed your body, but he could feel the wetness of your underwear through his jeans and the way you nails dug into his skin through the fabric of his shirt so hard he was sure they would leave little crescent indents on the skin and bruises that would last days, ones he would proudly show off and he decided fuck taking his time. He quickly removed his lips from your skin and you mourned their loss but the feeling was quickly replaced with pleasure as he moved down and presses a kiss to your clit through your underwear as John hooks his fingers into the waistband and pulls them down your thighs once again throwing it over his shoulder haphazardly not caring where they landed as his hand wrapped around your thigh and he dove into your pussy. He licks at your clit, tongue swirling around the bundle of nerves and pleasure shoots through your entire body, sparks lighting up your nervous system and it feel like every nerve comes alive more the fire inside of you heating up to a new degree with every swipe of his tongue and as John presses a finger to your entrance gently to your entrance, at first testing the resistance before slowly pushing into you and curving in such away it presses against your g-spot and its almost like he can directly inside of you with the precision he hits it at. The pleasure causes a moan and an ‘oh god’ to tumble from your lips and your eyes roll black, which John watches from between your legs and as your head falls back against the arm of the chair he nips gently at your clit the tiny bit of pain causes a whine to tumble from your lips and a smirk forms on Johns lips

ex boyfriends dad John Price   who says “eyes on me sweetheart” and the ways the words tumble from his lips, deep and rumbly and dripping with heat that almost makes you melt. And oh god the vibration against your clit has you almost seeing stars and pushes you closer to the edge but you quickly snap your head back so you can look down at John who presses another kiss to your clit as a reward but then he pulls his finger from inside you and for the briefest second you think you’re being punished but he replaces his mouth on your clit with his thumb and starts circling your clit while he raises the rest of his body to give you a bruising kiss, your tongues mixing together as you taste yourself on him and with one last flick of his thumb John feels you tense underneath him as your orgasm rocks your body. You feel like your whole body is on fire, little fireworks lighting up every single nerve ending you have and causing you to moan into John’s mouth, your fingers scramble to to hold onto something, anything to ground you, eventually tangling in the fabric of John’s shirt as you ride out the wave of your orgasm. Your chest heaves as you come down from your high and you separate your lips from John to mumble the words “you have too many clothes one”, he chuckles at you and ducks down to place a kiss against your pulse point again before sitting up and pulling off his shirt first and then reaching down to unbuckle his belt, his jeans and boxers joining the mess of clothes all over the floor. Your eyes scan his body, his years in the military and security doing wonders for his body, corded muscles bulging in his arms as he brings his arms down on side of yours head forcing you to look him in the face once again where you’re meet with inquisitive and teasing eyes as he asks “like what you see sweetheart?” 

ex boyfriends dad John Price  who doesnt expect or wait for an answer as he presses his lips to yours in another searing kiss, lips and tongues melding together its almost like you were trying to drain each other life essence out just through the kiss. When John pulls away from you, a string of saliva connects you and only breaks when he dips his tongue out to swipe across his lips as he checks in with you again to make sure that this is what you want and when you nod, he takes one of his hands by your head and gently guides himself inside you. The stretch is absolutely delicious and a moan rips through you, starting deep in your chest and falling from your lips before you can even stop it but John doesn’t want you to stop it instead he grips your chin and tells you to be louder that he wants to hear every little sound that tumbles from your lips and so you do. With every thrust inside of you and every circle of Johns finger against your clit your moans get louder and more uncontrolled every fibre of your being filled with nothing but pleasure and your mind numb to any other thought than Johns name and the pleasure he is giving you. You cum again with John inside you, your nerve endings lighting up like the sun itself as you clench around him, the tightness of your pussy clamping down on Johns dick causing a jagged moan to fall from John’s lips. He knew he wasn’t going to last, he was already so worked up from kissing you and eating you out that he knew he was going to cum soon. And as you clench around him again, a mini ograsm richocting from your last one, he groans into you neck and takes your hip into a bruising grip, fingers and nail digging in to the plush flesh, he can’t himself as she sheathes himself inside of you right up to the hilt as his own orgasm rocks through him and he fills you with his cum. Your both panting, your chests heaving as you both come down from your high with ecstasy and adrenaline filling your systems and you notice, John is still hard inside of you so you say with a smile, “another round?” which may have turned into 2, including a round in the shower as he tried to clean you up from the previous rounds. 

ex boyfriends dad John Price who decided that night that he wanted this to be more, more than just sex. He wanted you in your entiretly, he wanted not just your heart but your soul. He wanted to know every secret you kept hidden buried deepen inside you, he wanted to know the simplest most basic parts of you, your favour colour and favourite food, what made you laugh and smile and what pisses you off. He wanted to hold your hopes and dreams in his hands and support you to reach to them, wanted to hold your hand as you rose and comfort you when you fell. He wanted your happiness and your pain. He just wanted you. Every part of you, no matter how knarled and ugly you thought it was because to him you would always be the most wonderful creature the gods had ever created.

[g1-skywarp]

That being said at least I get to revamp an old oc of mine

[sleepyjuice]

toxic!rafe will blow your phone up the second you post something on instagram that he’s ‘iffy’ about.

you posted a photo dump which consisted of some random photos of the beach, some of your friends, one of you and rafe of course, but the one that had rafe seeing red was the last slide, which was you in a bikini. he texted you several times at first, and while you were literally typing your response, he called you. your fingers were typing so fast to respond to him that you accidentally declined the call, and he did not like that. you immediately went to call him back, but another text from rafe rolled in, saying ‘fuck you don’t talk to me we’re done’ you sighed loudly, knowing damn well he was talking out of his ass right now, so you sat back and waited for the inevitable next string of texts to roll in. which they did, only seconds later.

rafe <3: do you get off on making me mad or something

rafe <3: like i’m racking my brain trying to understand why you do the things you do and that’s all i can come up with

rafe <3: and i see at least 4 guys have already liked your post like that’s crazy to me?? thought i told you to block all the guys that followed you?? of course you didn’t

rafe <3: also who even took that pic of you??? bc i know damn well it wasn’t me so who the fuck you posing for with your fucking ass and tits out? WHAT THE FUCK

rafe <3: DO NOT PUT YOUR SHIT ON DO NOT DISTURB answer me rn.

rafe <3: nah it’s cool actually i’m gonna go hit up my other gfs so you have a good night.

you rolled your eyes at that last text, deciding to fully turn your phone off. you knew he would likely try to text or call you again very soon but you didn’t want to deal with it right now. this wasn’t your first rodeo, you knew nothing you could say to him right now would calm him down, so letting him freak out on his own was the best method to his madness.

three hours had passed since you turned your phone off. you had caught up on some reading and turned on your current favorite show, but found yourself interrupted by a knock at your front door. you expected it to be rafe, but instead it was a large bouquet of your favorite flowers and a gift bag. you glanced around to see if rafe was lurking around, but saw nothing. when he freaked out over text and was able to reread his actions, he usually waited a bit longer to show his face as opposed to a verbal argument.

you brought the flowers inside and set them on the counter before grabbing the card attached to the side of the bouquet.

sorry we argued. you are so beautiful and i love you so much. got you a little gift and sent you some money for food and i set your appointment with your nail girl for tomorrow at 10. love you forever baby -rafe

you couldn’t help but smile just a little. the flowers were beautiful and the note was pretty sweet, so you chose to ignore the part where he said ‘we argued.’ you didn’t get a word in, but you let it slide. especially after you opened the gift bag to see the new dior bag you had been wanting.

you hurried to turn on your phone, immediately seeing a $500 apple payment from rafe as well as a new text from a few minutes ago.

rafe <3: hope you like the flowers and bag baby. love you! :)

you: i love them. thanks rafe, love you too

rafe <3: good to hear. lmk what you end up getting for dinner and i’ll pick you up tomorrow to take you to your nail apt. can’t wait to see you baby

you would order yourself dinner that was obviously way less than $500, but you would send rafe a picture and thank him again. you’d facetime him before bed and conversation flowed like nothing had even happened just hours before. he’d ask you what color nails you were getting, tell you funny stories about the old men at the country club and excitedly plan what you two were going to do the next day. the cycle seemed like it would never end, but you often forgot about the bad when he was talking so sweetly to you and all you could think about was how excited you were to see him tomorrow.

[astrow1zar6]

Astro Observations~ 50

Having Aquarius in your big three can give you a longer face I notice

Libra Venus women could prefer wanting daughters over sons. I notice they tend to bond with their daughters a lot better than their sons (not all the time tho). They just vibe better with feminine energies & enjoy very traditionally feminine activities.

Aquarius suns tend to be more followers than leaders. They have big chameleon energy and can mold themselves in their surroundings very easily. They can mirror others to a point where they almost lose their own individuality if they aren’t careful.

Pisces suns with a cancer moon can be very naive in love. They tend to get lost in their romantic interests if they aren’t careful (ex; Chrisean Rock)

People with Virgo & Libra in their big six tend to be amazing party hosts & decorators (especially Virgo sun libra Venus)

People with a lot of 12th house energy can be very lowkey on social media. Could be the types that never/rarely posts photos of themselves or never shares any content.

Venus/Mars in Taurus have a hard time letting go of ex lovers. Can keep their exes around for years. They tend to stick with what is familiar even to their detriment.

Gemini risings can come off as having a very phony persona at times. Like you can tell they don’t show/say what they really think & who they truly are.

Water moons can have a very intense relationship with their mothers for good or for bad.

Venus in the 1st house women are very obsessed with people liking them. They take it really hard if someone isn’t feeling them.

Scorpio moons are very big on physicality in their relationships. Great sex is a MUST for these people. Sex is how they express those deep feelings that they can’t say verbally. You know a Scorpio moon is in love with you when the sex feels super intimate & intense. Being physical is their way in saying “I love you”. This can be true with Scorpio Mars as well.

Taurus mars love sensual slow sex with a lot of foreplay. They love the build up. They love neck kisses and slow touches and massages. It really gets them going. The longer the foreplay the better the sex.

Pisces Venus’s are soooo sweet once they trust you 🥺 once they are in love they turn into a big baby when around you. Their affection is unmatched.

Mercury in Pisces can struggle with details and planning things out. Most of the time they tend to just wing it lol. Too much details can really stress them out. They are more of a bigger picture kinda person.

Sun conjunct venus in synastry can make it difficult for you to stay mad at them for long. You can have a huge soft spot for eachother. A lot of married couples have this placement (trine as well)

Mars in positive aspect with the ascendant in synastry gives so much CHEMISTRY. They are attracted to eachother from the moment they look at one another. The passion rarely dies with this aspect.

Mercury in retrograde people tend to have an interesting or “weird” way of talking. Could have a lisp or very thick accent or could stutter a lot. Their talking voices usually stand out from others or have a very interesting choice of words that seem “out of the box”. Has a lot of depth in their speech as well which can be very mesmerizing. I notice they can also be extremely blunt with their words or super vague.

A man’s Lilith conjunct a woman’s Ascendant could be the Liliths weakness. This is usually more positive than negative I’ve noticed. If the Lilith person has an issue with feminine energies it can completely change how they view women for the better. If negatively aspected however it can make the Lilith person try to control/water down the ascendant person. They almost try to “tame” them.

Capricorn rising women tend to look really good with straight long black hair. They also tend to be paler or darker then the rest of their family no in between.

People with heavy Gemini placements in their big six tend to be interested in social work or sales.

Women with Venus conjunct ascendant in their 1st house can give off a “pick me” vibe.

Libra risings are very big in fairness. They tend to have a very strong moral compass & are very aware of what’s right & whats wrong. I also notice that Libra risings tend to all look very different from one another. Some come off as really sweet and soft and others can have a very edgy vibe. Regardless though they always are so aesthetically pleasing to look at.

Scorpio risings are the easiest rising sign to spot in my opinion.

Aquarius risings are usually more difficult to spot.

People often mistaken Capricorn risings for Scorpio rising. They can have a very similar vibe to them. They also get along really well I notice.

Mars aspects Venus in the natal chart can make you a very good dancer.

Moon in Capricorn women can have difficulty with feeling “sexy”. They can suppress their sex appeal a lot due to awkwardness or low self esteem. ( i notice this as well with Saturn in the 8th house people).

Mars in the 8th house when negatively aspected can make you very envious of others. I also notice that they need sex A LOT. If they don’t do it for awhile or have a consistent fwb they can be very moody and depressed.

Lilith in Pisces/12th house can give the native very disturbing & scary dreams. Could develop insomnia because they can be scared to fall asleep.

A lot of neurodivergent people tend to have their Neptune in the 1st house. (Also notice this with Aquarius moons).

Moon in the 6th house native are very health conscious. The types to never get into smoking or drugs & can have a consistent work out routine & be very strict with their diet. The types to track how much calories they are in-taking.

Aries/Scorpio Venus men tend to go for people with a lot of sex appeal. They have a weakness for femme fatale type women. Also fall in love with people that frighten them in a way or that give them a very intense feeling. Rarely are into sweet quiet types.

Mars in Scorpio sex is very overrated imo. I read everywhere people saying how they are like “sex gods” but most I notice are just big horn dogs lol. They have a lot of passion during the act and you can have great sex appeal but I notice they can skip foreplay a lot and just go straight to the genitalia. They kinda act like they are having sex for the first time which isn’t bad at all but if you want someone that really learns your body earth mars is where it’s at 😩

It can be difficult for people with a Capricorn rising to gain weight. Usually they are very petite. Unless you have a lot of cancer in your chart. People tend to also nit pick at your weight a lot, telling you to “eat a sandwich” is common with this placement.

If someone’s north node touches your 7th house this can be the first person you experience a true relationship with or they can teach you a lot about compromising to keep long term relationships. You can think about marrying this person or see them being in your life for a long time. This is someone you’re more likely to change toxic habits that you had in other relationships for.

If your Neptune touches someone’s 1st house you can see them as insanely beautiful. Their appearance is usually very hypnotic/mesmerizing to you.

[syoddeye]

simon doesn't pursue people, he operates more like a one-man strike team. his approach to human connection is transactional, pragmatic, a matter of logistics.

on the rare occasion he's looking for company, he wants someone easy, who won't fuss when he introduces them to a thin motel mattress. won't ask what he does for work or try to make plans for the morning. won't bother him about 'next time'. nothing long-term. no strings.

he doesn't have a 'type' so much as a protocol: pick someone malleable, pliant, and preferably on the pill.

then you start working at his local.

the first time he sees you, he doesn't notice much beyond the basics: efficiency, attentiveness, pouring pints and bantering with the regulars with aplomb. by the second or third time, he's paying closer attention. you're not just good at your job—you're quick, always three steps ahead of the chaos. you give out smiles left and right, but it's more muscle memory than genuine warmth. and you're clever, too. funny, even, when someone manages to earn your attention for longer than a transaction.

you could probably keep up with his humor. go toe-to-toe.

you're off-limits, though. that's the rule. bartenders are switzerland—neutral territory. don't shit where you eat. it's a system that works, so long as he doesn't let himself think too much about the view when you lean over the counter or the lilt of your voice when you ask what he's having tonight.

then one evening, you take another man's number. some leering idiot, too comfortable with inserting himself into your space, grinning like he's cracked your code because you haven't humbled him. simon doesn't react, not outwardly. he nurses his drink and watches as you smile, slip the napkin into your pocket, and turn back to the bar.

but that's when you become a problem.

he tells himself it doesn't matter, that it's nothing. he doesn't want a number or a date. but the thought of someone else having you—someone who doesn't know what to do with a woman like you—it's a splinter buried just deep enough to keep him thinking about it. irritating, prone to fester.

how to approach you, though? he can't be as direct as he'd like, can't pin you down with a look or crass words. no way to corner you when you're safe behind the counter, or disappearing through a staff door. hanging around until you're off would be pathetic. dog behavior, he thinks, with a twinge of contempt for the mental image. he's got too much self-respect for that, at least.

no, he's got to actually make an effort. use his words.

the next time he comes in, he waits. no more corner tables or watching from afar. he sits close, pretends not to notice how your hands look slicing a lime. he orders his usual and tries not to overthink your tone when you set it down in front of him.

"you alright?"

you reach for his card, fingers pinching the plastic, but he holds on, smirking when you tug and then huff.

this is the moment. his moment. the one he's been building toward in his head for days. but there's a hitch, a blip in his usual confidence, and he fumbles. he blames your perfume.

"so…you come here often?"

not what he meant to say, but not the worst.

the shockwave of his nuclear-level failure doesn't register until your lips twitch, and it finally sinks in. his eyes widen a fraction as the realization lands. oh, he's fucked it. all his rehearsing, for nothing.

"…yeah," you say, voice flat, a single brow raised as you gesture vaguely toward the bar around you. "i work here?"

his mouth dries, but his face doesn't change. he doesn't fight it when you pull the card out of his grasp. there's the barest glint of something in your eyes—amusement, maybe, or pity. he's not sure which is worse.

you turn away to ring him up, but when you glance back, he's gone.

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