#thought on this for a while and couldn't find an idea i liked for it better

[bewitched-hours]

Can we get a pt2 if that mafioso x bartender reader maybe someone tried kidnapping the reader away from his mansion/hide out the reader woke up in a basement with 2 men in there but the reader was calm but pissed and mafioso caught the reader and killed the two men

Of course~ How can I say no to people wanting more parts to a story~?

Once more~ She/They reader~

As exhausting as it can be to be this isolated, Mafioso and his goons still treated you like family.

They helped your sanity greatly as you began to accept that you were stuck with them.

You were Mafioso's treasure and his goons respected you as your own person. You were the 'second boss' but not because of your relationship with Mafioso but because they witnessed your strength firsthand.

While it wasn't comparable to Mafioso's strength, it was definitely still greater than the goons were able to do so you earned their respect through time and patience.

And after just a week of showing no real protests or complaints, Mafioso allowed you to leave the base under the condition him or one of his goons was there to keep you safe. It was pretty nice, all things considered.

But oh, if only you knew how badly his mind had been screaming at him not to let you roam... To keep you to himself all alone...

But he knew better than to listen to such voices in his head. He knew it would be unfair to let you go insane over being isolated and seeing you smile after your first outing with him, he felt like he did it right. His plan was coming together and you showed no resistance to his affections.

It was like you had already accepted him into your heart without him having to try... Like you were made to love him...

No no, he couldn't let his obsession with you take over him. He was willing to go insane for your sake but for crying out loud, he had to take your comfort and sanity above such useless and violent urges.

If the voices ever got too loud, he knew he could go and find you and your affectionate touches were enough to temporarily melt away any doubt or fear he might've felt.

You were perfect for him and he was trying to be perfect for you too... Did you notice that?

Tonight was just getting him busier than he would've liked as he had to take another life. Poor guy was trying to talk his way out of paying his debt and Mafioso was getting frustrated with the same spiel over and over again...

The only thing that kept him from snapping at the next guy who owed him money was his goons reminding him that you would be waiting at home with Gubby to ease all his stress. It brought him some warmth, imagining you napping on the couch in the 'living room' and waiting for him with Gubby to keep you company. What more could he ask for?

Apparently your presence, that's what-

Yeah, turns out you were nowhere to be found when he got back and the place looked like a fight had broken out.

Gubby was in a panic and squeaking frantically, the couch was slightly torn up with pillows lying around the floor and a blanket lazily hanging from the couch...

Broken glass, dirty footprints... And a mark...

A mark Mafioso knew all too well...

In the meantime, you were tied up to a pole in some basement. Your captors were two men who were delighted to have stolen "Mafioso's Treasure", even if you put up a pretty good fight in the process.

Mind you, you weren't scared, just pissed off that these idiots thought you could be kept here and get away with their bullshit.

"I can see what Mafioso sees in ya, dollface." One of them chuckled, making you gag. "You're a feisty kitty, ain't'cha?" They laughed a little at each other, watching your death glare with amusement.

"You two have no idea what I'm going to do once I-"

"Once you what?" One of the men quickly shut you up by roughly pushing your head against the pole.

That pain is gonna follow you for days, oh stars...

"As much as I'd love to hear you spit venom, we'd much prefer you on your knees." They grinned proudly, attempting to force you to your knees by pushing your head down and you held yourself up as much as possible.

You were not interested in finding out what horrible things were going through their minds when you heard the faint sound of a car squeaking to a halt and a door being thrown open just seconds later.

The two men were quick to panic and grab their guns to head upstairs and you let the noises from upstairs turn into background noise as you started taking deep breaths...

You hadn't been scared. You knew Mafioso was here now to get you out but you still couldn't help but shiver at the thought of what would've happened if you failed to stall your kidnappers for long enough.

You barely even noticed when the door to the basement kicked open and one of the goons had rushed down to help you out. Though, your roughed up state did worry him...

"C'mon, let's get you home..." He spoke softly, sounding concerned as you both headed upstairs to see the mess that was left.

The men were on the floor and clutching at the boots of Mafioso and Mikey, his 'right-hand man' as you called him.

Mafioso seemed to soften up as soon as he took notice of your presence but that softness just as quickly turned to madness when he saw how you looked.

He wasn't mad at you, but mad at your kidnappers for even daring to cause you harm.

"Sweetheart, how about you do the honours?" Mafioso offered you, holding out his gun as the men on the floor were struggling to breathe. You weren't even gonna try to pretend you didn't find yourself excited at the idea and blew those suckers into their own hells with pride radiating off of your beloved.

Something about that bloodlust in your eyes made him realise you were even more perfect than he thought. Were you trying to make him any more obsessed?

But now that had little effect on the situation as his goons tended to you the whole way home and you made sure to reward Mafioso for your rescue with a sweet and loving kiss that had him wondering how he got so lucky...

Oh well, he would just have to tighten the security measurements a bit and stay with you a lot more to make sure you healed properly and would feel safe by his side.

Any debt-ridden filths were spared for now. All that mattered was your hands soothing his stressed mind and your affectionate words making him fall even more in love with you...

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[dailynnt]

QUARTER PAST FOUR

⏲︎ Summary: You haven’t seen him in two months. Not since that night you told him you wanted more — and he vanished. But tonight, while you’re trying to move on, laughing beside another man in a crowded nightclub… you see him. Those same dark eyes. That same smirk that undresses you with a glance. He used to come to you at 4:15 AM. No calls. No words. Just him, and your body, and that dangerous kind of love that leaves you bleeding. Now he’s back. And you’re about to find out if your heart can survive him a second time.

︎⏲︎ Couple: Jeon Jungkook x Reader, Jungkook x Y/N

⏲︎ Age restrictions: 18+

⏲︎ Size: one shot (12 500+ words)

⏲︎ Tags: ex situationship, smut, angst, toxic relationship, dom!Jungkook, emotionally vulnerable!Reader, crime, mention murder, emotional damage, pining, obsession, mutual desire, hot and cold dynamic, fwb turned heartbreak, slow burn (kind of), breakup aftermath, late night regrets, he comes back, still not over you, you can’t resist him, painfully in love, emotional manipulation, denial of feelings, he knows what he’s doing, dominant jungkook, rough sex, public teasing, car sex, dirty talk, jealous sex, praise kink, possessive jungkook, desperate need, wet panties, he ghosted you, you fell first, he fell later, reader has self-respect but also horny, he always finds his way back, you said it was the last time (but it wasn’t)

⏲︎ From author: Note at the end of the story👇🏻 Once again, I couldn't keep it short 🤭

⏲︎ Dedication: to love of my life @curse-of-art. My beloved, this is dedicated to you because you love every version of my Jungkook. I love you with all my heart and soul 🫠🥰💗

⏲︎ Permanent tag list: @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @someoneelse0109, @kooklovee, @kookiesncreamri, @kooko009, @bhonbhon, @smokinghotstargirl, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle, @bhonbhon, @indigomoonchild09, @goldenboysmuse, @hisdecalcomania17, @ggingerismm, @tranquilreign, @asyr97, @mar-lo-pap, @diame93 @kash98 (If anyone wants to be add to my permanent list of tags, let me know 🥰)

⏲︎ Warning: This fanfic contains explicit sexual content, toxic dynamics, emotional angst, manipulation, jealousy, and messy unresolved feelings. If you’re sensitive to themes of heartbreak, obsession, or unhealthy attachment — please read with caution. Also, English is not my first language, so there may be awkward phrasing or unusual sentence constructions here and there 🥺 Thank you for your understanding 🙂‍↕️

The nightclub pulsated with lights and rhythm. Any heavy thoughts dissolved in the bass vibrations in your chest. Alcohol, human bodies, smoke, and light—everything merged into one endless night. You sat on the sofa with your colleagues — after a stressful week, it was a well-deserved rest. Instead of the usual trip to a restaurant with grilled beef and soju, one of your colleagues, Inha, suggested going to a club, and everyone agreed that it was a good idea.

Your glass was not yet empty, and the smile you gave the guy next to you seemed sincere. He was new to the department, handsome, and easy to talk to. His hand accidentally touched your shoulder, his jokes made you laugh, and you felt the attention you had been missing for so long.

Each cocktail seemed to relieve the tension from your shoulders. The image of one man who had been haunting you for a long time was fading. His features were blurring, disappearing somewhere in the fog of the night lights.

And now all you saw was Donmin. His attentive gaze. His closeness. His desire, which was evident in his every movement.

You hadn't had sex in over two months. Not since Jungkook disappeared. The thought of giving yourself to someone else finally stopped seeming impossible. It lit up in your head like a green light, alarming and seductive.

The evening continued. For the first time in a long time, your mood was genuinely positive. Four cocktails brought a sense of lightness and carefreeness. And when Donmin sat closer, touching your thighs with his, you did not pull away.

"Are you sure you can handle another one?" His voice was soft, his gaze playful. You clamped the straw between your lips and sipped the liquid, feeling the bitter taste of the cocktail on your tongue.

"I'm much tougher than you think," you smiled. You weren't trying to be seductive. But it came naturally. His gaze lingered on your lips, then slowly rose to your eyes. Donmin leaned closer, his hot breath touching your ear.

"I want to kiss you," he whispered.

But his words were like background noise mixed with loud bass. Your eyes met a gaze you didn't expect to see. Eyes you swore you would never look for again. And yet... they were looking at you.

A few tables ahead of yours, you saw Jungkook. He was watching you intently — and you didn't know how long he had been staring. But when your eyes met his, a cheeky, familiar smile slowly appeared on his lips, sending a wave of heat through your body.

Jungkook. The man who caused you emotional pain. The man you fell in love with, even though you had no right to.

You knew what he was like — not someone who would offer a serious relationship, not someone with whom you would have a happy marriage. But there was something magnetic about him. Something that made every cell in your body burn with endless fire.

You turned away.

You took a sip of your cocktail, trying to hide behind your glass. You turned away so you wouldn't see him anymore — not his eyes, not his smile.

But your heart was already pounding like crazy.

And Donmin noticed.

"Are you okay?" he asked, leaning a little closer.

"Yes," you replied, forcing a smile. But inside, your insides felt like they were being beaten with a spoon.

Donmin looked awkward because he had confessed that he wanted to kiss you. But you didn't notice that; you were trying to control the wave of emotions inside you. He thought you had taken his confession too seriously.

"Hey, Y/N, I'm sorry if I was pushy..." he said guiltily. You looked up at him and tried to understand what he meant for a few seconds, and when you understood, you decided to smooth things over.

"It's okay, I like you too, but I don't want to rush things," you said kindly. He nodded in agreement, relieved, and continued talking to you.

The other colleagues who came with you to the club returned to the table after dancing. You tried to hold back, but the thought of Jungkook being there, and so close, made you feel noticeably nervous.

You accidentally glanced in his direction while watching a colleague tell a story and saw Jongkook's face again. He was still sitting at that table in the company of men. You saw his profile, the line of his jaw that you had studied so well with your lips. He was turned toward his friend and laughing. You saw his nose wrinkle and his double piercing glint in the neon light. His satisfied smile made your heart ache. Jungkook was indecently attractive, and you didn't know how he could be even more attractive to you, considering the fact that he had disappeared without any explanation.

You met him a little over four months ago.

It was your colleague's friend's party in honor of her thirtieth birthday. You didn't expect anything special from that day — just another birthday, another evening in the company of friends and strangers. Sajin invited you to a restaurant and said she would introduce you to some guy named Jungkook, her boyfriend's friend. She said you would like him when she heard about your passion for tattoos.

You went to that party without any hope of meeting anyone, you even forgot that your friend had reminded you several times that he would be there too.

You were terribly late to the restaurant because you had a problem with the dress you had to buy at the last minute. You arrived by taxi. Thanking the driver on the way, you quickly got out of the car, holding a lush bouquet of flowers and a large gift package in your hands.

The heels on your shoes didn't hold you properly because you were in a hurry, and you stumbled several times.

Looking to make sure you didn't catch your skirt, you didn't see where you were going and almost ran into a man in front of the restaurant entrance.

He held you with his hands so you wouldn't fall.

"Hey, be careful," you heard his voice. You didn't look up, walking away while still feeling his hands on your forearms. You bowed quickly several times, apologizing.

But when you looked up and saw him, your heart skipped a beat.

The first thing you saw were his eyes.

Dark, heavy, with a gaze that seemed to read you instantly. And then — the tattoo. It started at his fingers, ran up his entire right arm and disappeared somewhere under the edge of his T-shirt, peeking out from behind his collar and touching his collarbone.

The design was colorful, graphic, with thick lines. His lips were adorned with a double piercing.

The metal rings glistened in the light of the sun. And, damn it, it looked... damn attractive.

His hair was dark, parted in the middle, with a falling fringe.

A black T-shirt hugged his body, emphasizing his muscles. And on his hips were classic black pants. He was dressed stylishly, but his image was completely rebellious.

You stared at him for too long and only came to your senses when he smiled playfully.

"The party hasn't started yet, you're just in time," he said, looking you up and down. And the way he did it so brazenly and slowly made you feel like you'd been electrocuted.

Your heart sank. Your breath caught in your throat. You nodded with a slight smile, hiding your nervousness behind restraint.

"Thank you," you said, walking past the guy and hurrying to the restaurant. Not seeing him turn around, take out a cigarette, and keep his eyes on your figure.

Later, Sajin introduced you officially.

"This is Jungkook," she said. "He's my Jimin's best friend. They grew up together," and then you realized that this was the same guy your friend had wanted to introduce you to for so long.

"Nice to meet you," you replied, but he didn't shake your hand.

He lingered his eyes on your lips and said,

"Nice to meet you too," he smiled as if he had already decided he wanted you. You had a short conversation in front of Sajin, and as he was leaving, he said, "See you later."

You had a good time, and constantly keeping your eye on Jungkook. His gaze constantly met yours, and you couldn't help but notice the spark that ignited between you instantly. Jungkook was with his friends for a while, but when your eyes lingered longer, he decided to approach you.

You talked, he asked you a lot of questions, and you willingly answered. And when you tried to ask him something about himself, he skillfully avoided the questions, distracting you with casual touches, questions about your jewelry or dress.

Towards the end of the party, you became even closer to Jungkook. You remember wanting to dance, so you went to the dance floor. You asked him to dance with you, but he remained standing by the table where you were drinking champagne. You moved with a feeling of freedom and lightness, and suddenly felt him standing behind you. His palm touched your thigh. You turned around to meet his playful eyes. You smiled seductively, touching his crotch with your buttocks.

He endured only a few movements, then leaned over and whispered in your ear:

"You shouldn't tease me with your sweet buttocks, otherwise I can't be held responsible for my actions."

His breath and low voice in your ear sent a wave of goosebumps down your body, awakening your desire.

You continued to rub against his crotch, pressing so that there was not even a millimeter between you. Your back touched his chest, and his palms rested on your thighs, as if that was the place they were meant to be.

"Am I really teasing you?" you asked innocently. Jungkook squeezed your thighs with his fingers, and you could clearly feel his cock getting hard. He turned your face, moving in time with you and the music. The people around you seemed not to notice you, just as you did not notice them. Jongkook stared at your lips, and you couldn't take your eyes off him.

"You've teased me and you must be punished for it," he said. Your lips spread into a cheeky smile, and the next moment his lips were already on yours. His tongue entered your mouth, intertwining with yours. He was persistent, his lips soft and demanding at the same time. You felt yourself getting wet. His cock was pressing against your buttocks, and all you wanted was for Jungkook to fuck you.

You weren't a fan of sex on the first date or with a stranger, but Jongkook completely changed your views. He broke away from your lips, still holding you close. He looked into your eyes for a few seconds, seeing only complete desire and your consent. He took your hand and silently led you to the bathroom.

He fucked you right on the table by the sink. Jungkook was dominant but attentive to every part of your body. He touched you, bringing you to blissful pleasure like no one else before him. He did everything to make sure you got the most pleasure, and his dirty talk during sex enhanced the effect of his actions. That evening, you had the best orgasms of your life and were glad you let it happen.

He smiled at you in the mirror after he came on you, his forehead covered in sweat. You quickly cleaned yourselves up and returned to the hall unnoticed.

In the early morning, he drove you home in his car. The black Genesis GV80 matched his image, and he looked so natural behind the wheel of this car.

As you said goodbye, Jungkook kissed you and you exchanged numbers.

And you remember that you didn't expect a message or a call from him. You thought Jungkook looked like the type who had casual relationships. But when he came to your house the next evening, you definitely didn't expect it, and you were pleasantly surprised that he actually remembered where you lived. But he remembered.

And since then, he started coming over. Late. No calls, no warnings. He just showed up — sometimes at night, sometimes in the early morning. You got used to waiting for him, and he came. At first, it was less often, but then more and more often. Each of your meetings began with a glance, a casual conversation. And ended with sex.

It wasn't love. You weren't a couple. You just became friends with benefits, with crazy sex that was like a drug for both of you. Your meetings continued for several months until Jungkook disappeared.

You turned your head away so he wouldn't notice your gaze. It was getting harder and harder to be in that club.

You warned that you were going to the bathroom when your bladder was overflowing. You got up, leaving your glass on the table, and headed for the hallway. People were crowded around the entrance to the restroom — some were smoking, some were kissing, laughing, holding hands. The space was stuffy and filled with the scents of perfume, smoke, and alcohol.

You went into the women's restroom. You closed the door. You just sat down, sighed, and closed your eyes for a few seconds.

It was supposed to be a normal evening. It was supposed to be a step forward. But everything was pulling you back again.

When you came out, your thoughts had calmed down a little. Until the moment when you were almost back at the entrance to the hall — you bumped into him.

Jungkook was standing right in front of you.

As always, he was calm, confident, almost defiantly relaxed.

You took a step to the side, trying to walk past him, but he took a step with you, blocking your way. You tried again to walk past him, but at that moment, his hand rested on your waist. You felt yourself being pressed against the cold wall.

"Did you really want to walk past without even saying hello?" he asked quietly but defiantly. Your jaw tensed.

"Does someone who ran away as soon as they heard a confession of love need a greeting?" you replied sarcastically.

He smiled.

He slowly ran his fingers down your cheek and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Have you fallen out of love with me so quickly that you don't even want to say 'hello'?"

You were angry that he had the audacity to mention your feelings for him.

"Go to hell," you said clearly, clenching your teeth. He grimaced as if he had heard something really unpleasant, but with a playful note.

"You shouldn't be mad at me," his smile didn't fade. "We agreed it was just sex. I didn't know you would take it so seriously."

You raised your eyebrows, and the memory of night when you see him at the last time flashed unpleasantly through your mind.

You were in your bathroom. It was almost 5 a.m., and Jungkook often came at 4:15 a.m. Lately, he had been coming at exactly that time. When you asked him why he came at that time almost every morning, you only got a long, greedy kiss and the words, "I missed my favorite pussy."

You wanted to hear that he missed you, not the opportunity to fuck you.

Jungkook also often came home with scratches, which you carefully treated. Your intuition screamed that he was involved in something... dark. But you kept quiet and didn't ask any more questions. Because you saw how he avoided them, and you wanted him. Only him.

You began to feel that sex alone was no longer enough for you. You wanted this man not only at night, you wanted him to be with you during the day as well. The way he treated you, being attentive and caring after sex, created the illusion of mutual feelings that seemed to offer hope. But as it turned out, Jungkook had a completely different perception of your relationship.

He was deep inside you. You sat on top of him, pressed tightly against his body under the citrus-scented water. Foam covered your hands, and warm water spilled out every time he moved sharply inside you, trying to go deeper, stimulating your G-spot with his large, thick cock.

You merged in another passionate kiss, which was never enough. Jungkook fucked you, enjoying the tightness of your pussy.

You broke the kiss and pressed your forehead against his, moaning with pleasure. He kissed your neck, moving inside you, and you whispered:

"Kook..." He didn't answer, just continued kissing and fucking you. "I feel so good... I feel so good with you..." you said between moans. Hearing your words, Jongkook looked up at you and quickened his movements. You, in turn, moved to meet his hips.

You opened your eyes and saw him looking at you with burning eyes.

"Maybe we should see each other more often... Not just at night?" you asked, pausing for a moment. Jungkook also froze at your question, then thrust into you as deeply as possible, knocking the air out of your lungs.

"Are you really so greedy for my cock that you want to see me more often?" he smiled playfully. But there was no lightness in his gaze. You remembered how to breathe, feeling blissful pleasure between your legs.

"No... It's just... I think we could spend more time together," you tried to catch your breath while Jungkook rhythmically fucked you, while you wanted to say important things. He looked at you without taking his eyes off you. "I want to be closer to you..." you gathered your courage and said, "You... are constantly on my mind, and I feel like I feel something more than just physical attraction to you."

Jungkook stopped, and you felt something stir in your lower abdomen. His face was serious, but when he spoke, his voice sounded mocking:

"Are you in love with me?"

You didn't expect him to ask that question directly. And you weren't ready to say it right now, but what you felt for Jungkook was love. It was clear from the way he never left your thoughts, from the way you liked absolutely everything about him: his eyes, his nose, his lips, his jawline, every mole, the one under his lip and the one on his neck specifically, his voice, his soft hair, his tattoos, his piercings, his body, his fingers, his laugh, his humor, his way of thinking. There was nothing you didn't like about him.

"What will you do if it's true?" you asked. Jungkook raised one eyebrow, and you could clearly see the smirk on his face and that he wasn't being serious. He suddenly grabbed your waist with one hand and held your butt under the water with the other. You found yourself a few inches from his lips:

"Stop it," he interrupted coldly. "What people call 'love' will never be between us," he said seriously, and those words cut you like a knife. You wanted to get off him, to escape from the bathtub. But he held you, forced you to stay, not letting you get off, moving even deeper — and your weakness won again.

When you woke up in the afternoon, he was no longer there. You waited until the next morning, but he didn't come. You waited for the next few days, a week, and not a word, not a message from him. He disappeared. He just disappeared without explanation.

So now, looking at him, you feel the unbearable pain you suffered when he left, breaking your heart. For the first time, you sincerely wanted to slap someone.

"I don't want to know you, take your hands off me," you said, trying to break free from his grip, but without success. His body is too strong against yours.

He leaned closer, touched your temple with his nose, slid to your ear, and whispered:

"I don't believe you didn't miss me. Because I missed you. A lot."

You could barely contain yourself, your heart was pounding, and those damn butterflies were fluttering in your stomach. But you couldn't give in to him just because he said he missed you. If he really missed you, why didn't he come back sooner? Where had he been for the past two months? You raised your eyebrows even higher and said spitefully:

"I'm here with my colleague. I already have a partner. So I don't have time to miss you."

Jungkook's face tensed, but he smiled again.

"Is that the clown who was sitting next to you? All you did was laugh at him. He really does look like a joke."

You smiled too, realizing that you had hit him hard.

"Clown or no, he has every chance of fucking me tonight," you said cheekily. "And with you... it's over. So stop holding me back. Let go!" you said colorlessly.

The muscles in Jungkook's jaw twitched. He nervously touched the tip of his piercing with his tongue.

"You know," he leaned toward your lips, his voice becoming hoarse, "that no one fucks your pussy better than me."

Your pulse pounded in your temples. Your pupils dilated. You held your breath. And at that moment, his lips fell on yours — greedily, deeply, with all the passion that still lived between you.

At first you tried to pull away, but you gave up. His hands slid down to your buttocks, one sliding up your thigh to where the incision was. His palm touched your buttock and squeezed it hard. You felt yourself getting wet — just from that kiss. When he pulled away, you were both breathing heavily.

"I want you. Right now..." Jungkook whispered lowly, touching your forehead with his.

"No. I can't… I'm with my colleagues... I'm already long time to gone. They'll be looking for me..." you said, trying to stop it from happening. Even though it was what you had wanted so badly for the past few damn months. Jongkook just smiled, not taking your lame excuses seriously. His thumb touched your lips, pressing them gently.

"The parking lot. In ten minutes. I'll be waiting," he leaned down, bit your lower lip, and left.

You stood there, confused and excited. You couldn't gather your thoughts after everything that had happened. You tried to calm down. You adjusted your skirt. You took a deep breath. And you walked back to the table. You returned to your colleagues with a forced smile, trying to appear calm, but everything inside you was trembling. Your body was pulsing. Your legs felt like cotton. And in your head... there was only him.

You sat down next to Donmin, mechanically picked up your cocktail and took a few sips without hearing a word. In your imagination, Jungkook's gaze, his hands, his lips on yours were still burning.

Your body had already made its choice — it wanted him. So much so that it seemed you would go mad if you didn't feel him again.

But your mind was on fire. You needed to restrain yourself and not go to him. If you didn't go now, you might save yourself from further pain, which was only just beginning to subside. Perhaps if you don't go, you will finally become stronger and show Jungkook that he has no power over you. However, it was enough to remember his voice for a moment and how he said he wanted you to realize that you had lost this battle with yourself. Once again.

"I'm sorry... I... I need to make a call, it's very urgent..." you muttered, leaning toward Donmin, feigning shy guilt.

"It's okay. Don't rush," he smiled, completely unaware of what you were about to do.

Your feet carried you across the hall, through the neon lights, through the music that no longer mattered. You stepped outside. The cool air hit your face. You held your breath.

"I'm crazy," you said to yourself and moved on.

The parking lot was dimly lit. Cars were parked in rows. Jungkook was standing there leaning against the hood of his black Genesis, smoking. The closer you got, the faster your heart beat, but your need for this man was stronger than any emotion or fear inside you.

Jungkook was wearing a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves that exposed his tattoos. His piercing glinted in the light of the streetlamp when he turned his head. Jungkook threw away his cigarette butt when he noticed you.

The look he gave you...

If looks could undress, you would already be naked.

"You came," he said with a smile, as if it couldn't be any other way.

You were silent. You just stood a few steps away from him. And he approached you. Close.

His fingers touched your cheek, lightly, barely... and you felt that hot wave inside you start to burn again.

Jungkook kissed you, turning you toward the car and pressing you against it. It’s felt like fireworks inside you. Jungkook kissed you desperately, as if he couldn't get enough of you.

You clenched your fingers into his shirt at the back, moving your lips and tongue against his with no less passion. The desire that had been building up for two months burst out. And no one could stop you anymore.

When you found yourselves in the back seat of the car, he pulled you toward him, and you ended up on his lap. His lips pressed against yours again — hot, greedy. His hands tugged at your blouse, and you were already unbuttoning his belt.

Your breath was ragged, and your heart was pounding as if it were about to burst out of your chest. You felt his fingers find you under your skirt, sliding suddenly to the wet center of your desire.

"You're already wet... for me, aren't you?" he whispered, squeezing your thigh.

You moaned as his movements on your clitoris became more intense. Jungkook watched your face with great pleasure, smearing the wetness between your folds, bringing you closer to orgasm.

You sating on him, face to face, and you could feel how aroused he was. His cock pressed right into your center, making you want more.

"I missed this pussy so much..." he whispered, pulling you close to him, his voice rough with desire. Leaving your pussy, his hands remove your blouse and he brazenly pushes your bra up to see your breasts. His fingers — confident, slightly rough, with scars on his knuckles — squeeze your nipples, playing with them while he kisses you.

Your moans merge with his breathing as Jungkook's tongue penetrates your mouth. He tastes you greedily, and your head is already spinning with pleasure, with Jungkook and the sensations he evokes in you.

Jungkook's lips slide down to your neck, biting your skin, leaving marks like seals of his right to you. You move your hips, making his cock harder. Jungkook squeezes your breasts with his palms and kisses them. His tongue sucks on your nipple. You watch Jungkook suck your nipple, running your fingers through his hair.

He with big pleasure your breasts while pressing your buttocks with his other hand, forcing you to rub against his cock. You hear his low growl, which sends shivers down your spine, and inside, everything tightens into a tight ball of anticipation.

"Take it off," he whispers, helping you slip off your skirt. You rise for a moment to pull down your panties — they're wet, just like you are.

He unzips his jeans, frees himself, and your eyes involuntarily drop — he is hard, ready, his tip glistening with excitement.

Jungkook grabs your waist and forces you onto him. You gasp, near his ear, holding your breath, feeling the pain. But the feeling of being filled with his cock is what you love most.

"Fuck..." he moaned, plunging into you all the way. A soft whimper escaped your lips , overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure that engulfs you.

Jungkook begins to move his hips, and you instantly feel pleasure. He picks up the pace, and you cannot hold back the moans that accompany every movement of your bodies. Jungkook kisses you deeply, sweetly. He parts your lips and smiles. You move your hips to meet his, feeling every inch of his cock inside you.

"Yes, yes... just like that..." you whisper, squeezing his shoulders, giving in to the rhythm that turns you into pure desire. Your body is on fire, his touch is like fire.

"It’s good to you, baby?" Jungkook asks you with a cheeky smile on his lips, not stopping for a second.

"Yes," you say as you exhale.

"Hmm..." he grunts, "Yeah... it’s right no one fucks this pussy better than me."

Jungkook pressed you even tighter, as if wanting to convey all the power of his desire to you. His hands squeezed your buttocks harder. You felt your pulse beating in your temples, and every touch ignited you from within to an incredible heat.

Jungkook rose a little higher to increase the depth of penetration, and you felt a wave of even greater pleasure wash over your entire body. His movements became faster and more decisive, as if he wanted to drown himself in all this long-awaited pain and desire. Your heart was beating so loudly that it seemed even the night could hear it. You placed your hands on his chest, feeling the strength and tension of his muscles under your fingers.

You felt him harden inside you, and your walls felt the approach of pleasure, but Jungkook stopped. You opened your eyes to meet his full, hungry gaze. Your body begged for more.

"I want you from behind," his voice was low, slightly breathless. He lifted you up and you climbed off his lap. You turned around, kneeling with your back to him. Jungkook positioned himself behind you and his hands instantly slid around your waist, gently but firmly. His breath—burning, hot—touched your back. He made a trail of kisses along your spine.

Jungkook straightened up and, placing the head of his cock at your entrance, entered you again with one sharp thrust. You heard him moan. And it was so sexy.

"Yes. That's how you look perfect. My obedient girl..." He covered you with his body, touched your shoulder blade with his lips and whispered, "Hold on. Because I won't spare you," said Jungkook, finding your clitoris with his fingers. He smeared your wetness, stimulating you.

You pressed your lips together, trying to hold back a moan, but the rhythm of his fingers and thrusts quickly made you let go of all restraint. His movements were somewhat rough but precise — he knew how to hit every sensitive spot inside you.

His lips touched your ear and you felt his heavy breathing, which made you even more desperate.

"You're so quiet today," Jungkook remarked, "I want to hear you, don't hold back your moans for me, baby. Scream," he commanded.

You obeyed him and no longer held back your voice, and your moans echoed loudly, filling the entire space between you.

Jungkook sped up, going wild, merging with you into a single body burning with passion. You felt the wave of orgasm already at the threshold, but he suddenly stopped again.

"It's not time yet," he said in a low voice. "I want you longer..." He turned you back around abruptly, lifted you onto his lap again, pressed his lips to yours, and kissed you so that you felt like you were floating in the endless ocean of his passion.

He turned you around and sat you on his cock. You felt it slide inside you. Jungkook's hands squeezed your breasts, and his lips kissed your neck. You grabbed the driver's seat for some support. His hands slid down to your hips, and he began to fuck you frantically.

Jungkook moved with such fury and power that you had no chance of forgetting reality. Each thrust was deep and penetrating, making your body tremble with excitement and pain at the same time, mixing sweet pleasure and sharp passion. You felt every cell, every nerve enveloped in a burning fire that grew stronger with each of his movements.

He possessed you, knew your every secret desire and subtly manipulated them. His fingers slid to your clitoris, stimulating you further, and his lips left hot marks on your neck and shoulders, like a brand confirming that you belonged only to him.

You swear that no one could fuck you better than him, and that made you happy and annoyed at the same time.

But you couldn't think about the messed-up relationship between you; all you could think and feel was the approaching wave of pleasure.

Jungkook squeezed your thighs, lifting you up and lowering you back down with incredible force. You felt every movement bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

The explosion of orgasm overwhelmed you like a storm, you clenched your fingers on the seat you were holding onto, surrendering to every wave of pleasure, and he didn't stop, putting all his strength and desire into every movement. You felt him accelerating to his peak, his arms wrapped around you so tightly that you wanted to remembered that moment forever.

"I'm... going to..." he muttered, and at that moment you felt Jungkook spill inside you. His cock twitched, releasing his semen. Jungkook pressed his forehead against your back, and soon you both froze.

Your breathing was heavy. You sat on his cock for a while, recovering from your orgasm. And when you finally came to your senses, you moved. Jungkook straightened up behind you too. You felt him caressing your thighs, as if to calm you, and then one of his hands reached for your chin and he turned you toward him.

Jungkook's lips were on yours, his tongue entered your mouth unhindered, completely taking possession of yours. You kissed, putting an end to today's moment of passion. When he separated your lips, you clearly understood what had happened, and the awkwardness of the moment began to weigh on you.

You turned away and climbed off his lap, sitting down next to him. You silently began to get dressed, feeling Jungkook's gaze on you. He sat with his legs spread, naked. His cock glistened with your juices and his cum.

"Are you just going to leave silently?" Jungkook broke the silence. You felt a twinge inside from his rough, low voice, the one you loved to hear more than anything else in the world.

"What am I supposed to say?" you asked, pulling your skirt over your hips. Jungkook leaned toward your face, his lips almost touching yours. You stared at his lips, frozen.

"I don't know. Something like you've been waiting for your best orgasm for months and it finally happened," you raised your eyebrows. You forgot how rough and harsh he was in his words. "Or that you missed me and still love me..."

Jungkook seemed to be mocking you. And you couldn't let him enjoy the fact that you were suffering from unrequited love for him.

"All I can tell you now is that it was the last time. My parting gift to you," you smiled confidently and slowly, seeing his confusion, which he tried so hard to hide. Jungkook leaned back in his seat, and you put on your blouse and started buttoning it up. Your fingers were shaking, and you wanted to leave his car as quickly as possible.

"In what sense parting gift?" Jungkook asked, and you felt the tension in his voice.

"Literally. I don't want to see you anymore," you turned to him, trying not to look down. "I've been through it all. And I don't need your attention anymore. I'll find another man who will love me, not just want to fuck me," you got fully dressed, ready to go.

"Really?" Jungkook raised his eyebrow mockingly. "Is your clown first in line for that role?"

You gave him a cold look, then moved toward the door. You knew it wasn't locked, and that made you happy.

"All the best," you said, opening the car door and stepping out into the cool night, feeling Jungkook on every inch of your body.

You returned to your colleagues and spent the rest of the night in their company. Your mind was far away from them and their conversations. Your thoughts kept returning to Jungkook and the sex you had in his car. You don't really regret what happened. You want to put an end to your strange relationship with him, which in essence was not a relationship at all. However, you are almost powerless when he is around.

If it didn't hurt so much, you would forget Jungkook and find a man worthy of you who would want you not only at night, but also during the day. Jungkook is not a guy for a serious relationship, and you made a mistake falling in love with him.

Donmin, who never left your side, seemed like a really nice guy. So you let him sit closer, touch you, but his touch didn't spark anything. It wasn't like with Jungkook, who made your skin tingle from the very first touch. You sat next to him, barely listening to him, feeling Jungkook's semen dripping onto your underwear.

And again, the image of the one you wanted to erase is in your head. His eyes. His breath. His cock inside you. His voice...

"You know that no one fucks your pussy better than me..." These words cut deep, yet they also aroused you. You want he gone... You closed your eyes. You decided that this was the end. That this was the final nail in the coffin. A parting gift. But your body... it was as if it still belonged to him.

But the way he treated you led to a sober realization: he disappeared without explanation, and that says a lot. You didn't know where he had been all this time, what he had been doing, or with who he was. So how could you let someone back in who had already broken you with his silence?

Forget him. Erase him. It's over. But something else echoes in your head: No one can replace him. His warmth. His voice. His body. The way he looked at you after...

You squeezed your legs tighter. Feeling how the wetness still reminded you of him. Of him inside you. And you knew — love doesn't disappear so quickly.

It just hides under anger. Under pain. Under feigned indifference.

But now... Now you didn't want to play this war with yourself anymore.

"If only my eyes hadn't seen..." you thought. Because then, maybe your heart would have forgotten. But the truth was different. It was love. Painful, wrong, not the kind that brought pleasant feelings, but the kind that left deep wounds that hurt.

In the early morning, you let Donmin walk you home. He was kind, attentive, gentle. He said something — you nodded. But you hardly heard him.

When you stopped in front of the house, Donmin hugged you goodbye, saying he would see you at work. You hugged him back and said that if he wanted to, he could call. That was your way of hinting that you were open to developing your relationship. Donmin was more than happy and asked if he could call later that day to see how you were feeling, and you nodded, saying you would eagerly await to it. He nodded and left.

You went into the house. You took off your shoes, threw your purse on the nightstand, and removed your earrings. Your fingers touched the collar of your blouse, and the fatigue slipped from your shoulders. You began to undress. Everything in you wanted to be cleansed—your soul and your body. You headed toward the bathroom. Something unpleasant stirred in your chest. Donmin was a chance to start a new, healthy relationship, but somewhere deep inside, you weren't ready for it.

You touched the zipper on your skirt and pulled it down. The skirt fell to the floor and you were left in your underwear. You picked up the skirt, clutching it in your hands. The memory of how Jungkook had lifted it up on you today made you feel a wave of excitement and sadness. You involuntarily glanced at the clock on the dresser and saw that it was 4:14. Before your eyes, the minute changed and now the clock showed 4:15. Your heart quickened. This was the same time that Jungkook often came to see you. Almost every morning at 4:15, he was at your door, and you waited for him. You let him in, feeling your feelings grow with each passing day. And when he was last at your place at this time and you confessed your feelings to him, he never came back at that time again.

The sound of the doorbell broke the silence and knocked all thoughts out of your head.

No.

It couldn't be him. But who could be coming to see you at this hour?

You threw on your robe and approached the door. You didn't want to look through the peephole. You didn't want to be disappointed if it wasn't him, or, on the contrary, to see him there and be afraid to open the door. You grabbed the handle. The coolness of the metal brought you back to reality. You pressed the button and opened the door.

Jungkook was standing on your doorstep. He was dressed the same as when you saw him today. He slowly raised his head when you opened the door and your eyes met. It was a moment that seemed so familiar, but it was not the same as before. Because now you weren't waiting for him to spend another night with him. You didn't expect to see him again, but he came as before. At the same time.

"What are you doing here?" escaped from your lips. Your voice was neither joyful nor sad. It sounded dry, a little harsh. Jungkook was silent for a moment, then took a step toward you. You instinctively took a step back.

"What you said in the car? Is that really what you want?" He stood over you, staring into your eyes. "You don't want to see me anymore?"

Your palms were sweaty. Your heart, which was already beating wildly in your chest, skipped a beat. He was here. Standing on your doorstep, asking if you really didn't want to see him. Had your words really hurt him?

"Yes," you said firmly, despite your condition. "I don't want to see you anymore." Jungkook didn't answer again, just looked at you as if you hadn't said anything and he was still waiting for your answer. You crossed your arms over your chest and said:

"You think you can disappear without warning. Not answering text messages or phone calls, knowing full well how I feel about you, and then showing up and thinking we'll continue as before?" You tried not to cry, even though the lump in your throat hurt. Jungkook laughed bitterly. He lowered his eyes for a moment, running his hand through his hair. You looked at him, trying to hold back your tears.

"Damn it... I really thought like that,"

You laughed sadly, almost mockingly.

"Then you're a complete asshole," you said, still smiling. Jungkook took half a step toward you, and you didn't back away. You're not sure if it was because you didn't want to or because you couldn't.

"I am an asshole," he agreed. His fingers touched your chin and you swallowed hard, feeling yourself tremble. His touch made you feel a wave of heat inside. He leaned a little closer, leaving a small distance between you. "I saw that clown walk you home. But apparently, he didn't get to fuck you tonight," Jungkook leaned even closer, touching your waist with his hand. "Is that because I already fucked you?"

Your eyes darted between his. You tried to find the right words, but his closeness made you forget how to think and speak.

"Get out" you whispered, closing your eyes because you couldn't bear his gaze. You felt his lips touch your cheek. He kissed you, moving his lips to your ear. You grabbed his hands, trying to push him away, but he stepped on you and in a moment you were pressed against the wall. The front door thundered, and you realize that he has closed it with his foot.

"You can't give yourself to anyone else because you only want me, right?" he whispers in your ear. His teeth bite your earlobe and you let out a trembling breath. "If to be honest, I wanted to rip this clown's arms off when he hugged you. Seeing another man touch you was unbearable for me," Jungkook moved closer to your face, "I never thought I was capable of jealousy,"

Jungkook pressed you closer, his thigh pressing against your pussy, and you felt yourself getting wet.

"Were you watching me? For how long?" you asked. Jungkook lowered his eyes to your lips, and you knew that if you didn't do something now, this morning would end like all the others. You would have sex again, and then he would just leave and come back when he wanted to. And then he would definitely see that you were powerless against him and couldn't fight him off.

"Long enough to see what made me feel this way. You even promised to eagerly await his call... Is your impatience the same when you wait for me when I’m come inside you or a little less?"

Jungkook's hand slipped under your robe and found the edge of your panties. You quickly grabbed his hand to stop him. He didn't move it. He didn't force himself. But he didn't take it away either.

Your eyes met again. Your eyes were burning — not with desire, but with indignation. With pain. With disappointment. And for the first time, he didn't see the usual submission there.

"Don't you dare," you said, referring to his words and his hands reaching for you. He still had his hand on your underwear, but it seemed that for the first time he didn't have easy access to it. "I woke up every damn morning at a quarter past four, hoping you would show up. You made me go through hell. And I want to forget you..." you whispered your last words. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you closed your eyes to calm down. Jungkook put one hand on the wall opposite your face and slipped the one you were holding into your panties, even though you tried to stop him.

When his fingers touched your clitoris, you held your breath, and his lips touched yours. He kissed you, taking complete possession of you. His palm pushed aside the fabric of your lace thong and he skillfully spread the moisture between your folds, kissing you until you were dizzy, making you moan into his mouth.

You felt his cock harden and press against your thigh. Your heart pounded in your temples, your breathing broken into ragged gasps. His fingers spread your wetness so confidently, as if he didn't just know your body — as if it had belonged to him for years.

"Don't do this," you whispered through your breath. But he kissed you with the same obsessive confidence as always. And your fingers, which were supposed to push him away... treacherously dug into his shirt. His lips moved down — along your cheeks, chin, to your neck, leaving burning marks, while his fingers had already penetrated inside you. You squeezed his hand between your legs, trying to curb the sweet pain.

"Oh God..." you moaned as he slowly inserted one finger, then another. There was no haste in his touch — only determination. His breathing became heavier. And you knew — he was on the edge too.

"You lied. You want me. I want you. So why do we have to end this?" Jungkook asked, fingering you. His movements quickened, and you felt that you wanted more than just his fingers. But his words hurt you. He doesn't understand that this is no longer about sex and pleasure. You've fallen in love, and it's serious.

"Because I'll never be to you what you've become to me," you said, barely breathing. "I don't want to fall even more in love with you."

"Don't say that to me," he said harshly, and you opened your eyes. His fingers went deep inside you. Jungkook froze for a moment, then in one motion tore off your robe. It fell to your feet, leaving you in your underwear. Jungkook just as abruptly pulled off your thong, and it got stuck on your hips.

He pulled his fingers out of you and placed them on your clitoris, and began to massage it. You squeezed his shoulders harder, still looking at him in fear. You realized that he was angry, and the painful movements on your clitoris confirmed it. You bit your lip to endure these movements. Jongkook almost touched your lips and said, stimulating you mercilessly.

"Don't tell me you love me anymore!" he said harshly. "I don't need your love! I only need your body..." His words echoed with a dull pain in your chest, and the movements of his fingers on your aroused center were more unpleasant than ever.

"Stop," you whimpered, trying to push him away. Instead of listening to you, he kissed you, greedily, deeply, so that your tongue was completely captured by his, so that your mouth was completely in his power. You put your hand on his to pull it away from your crotch, but he grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head. You felt his hard cock pressing against your bare pussy.

Jungkook stopped kissing you but did not move away from you. Your heavy breaths, full of passion and incomprehensible feelings, intertwined into one.

"I want you. I want you all the time, and it drives me crazy. I don't believe in this damn love because it doesn't exist," he almost growled into your lips, and each of his words echoed in you like a new painful scar. "As soon as I tell you who I am, your love will disappear. So don't say you love me," he snapped. The lump in your throat hurt again. You didn't understand anything he was saying, and what was most unpleasant was that you really loved him, but he didn't believe it. What's more, it made him angry.

"What nonsense is this?" you asked with a trembling voice. "What does that mean? Why will my love disappear if I find out who you are? Tell me, plea..." you wanted to finish, but he didn't let you. His lips on yours prevented you from doing so. He lowered your hands and found your breasts under your bra. He squeezed your breasts with the same anger, kissing you hard.

You felt him squeeze your breasts under your bra with such force that it almost made you moan, not from pleasure, but from pain. His lips moved against yours, pushing the words back into your throat. And you wanted to scream — not from physical pain, but from how he was breaking you inside again.

He picked you up by your buttocks and went to the bedroom, never stopping kissing you. You found yourself on the bed, and without saying another word, he removed your underwear, which was hanging on your hips. He took off his shirt and climbed onto the bed. He spread your legs, and you knew what he wanted to do.

"Kook... let's talk..." you begged, but he didn't hear you. His tongue pressed against your aroused center and you arched toward him, touching his silky hair with your hands. His tongue carried you to paradise, and his fingers, which cut through your delicate skin, forced you to remain in the reality you were in. Jungkook ran his tongue over your folds, making you tremble with every touch. He made a long, slow movement along your clitoris, making you moan. His tongue entered your pussy, and after a few seconds he returned to your folds.

"Fuck... you're so sweet, baby," he said in front of your pussy, which was completely open to him. He returned to licking you, and his hands found your breasts. He squeezed one of them, pressing his lips against it, sucking on your tender, swollen center.

You felt the orgasm rapidly approaching, and in a moment the knot in your lower abdomen untied and a wave of pleasure washed over you. Your clitoris twitched on Jungkook's tongue, and a cry mixed with a moan escaped your lips.

Jungkook only let you go when you stopped twitching, and your legs fell limply, opening you up completely to him.

You barely lifted your head to see Jungkook getting off the bed. His chin and lips glistened with your juices. He slowly licked his lips as he took off his jeans. His cock was erect, and it was clear from its bulge that he wanted to free himself from the tight clothing that was constricting him.

You were breathing heavily, unable to move. The pleasant sensation after orgasm was still rippling between your legs, and when you saw Jungkook completely naked, your mouth filled with saliva. You wanted to suck him off. But he didn't give you a single chance to do so.

Jungkook climbed onto the bed and crawled towards you. He grabbed your legs and raised it, placing his large, engorged cock at your entrance. You were very wet, and before entering, Jungkook smeared some of your wet with the head of his cock along your folds.

Finally, he pressed against your entrance and entered. To your surprise, it was slow, millimeter by millimeter, and you enjoyed it with almost no pain.

Jungkook took you under the knee, moving your leg away so that you were as open to him as possible. He leaned toward you when he was fully inside you and froze. You looked into his eyes and thought that these eyes were your favorite, but why did they seem so unfamiliar now?

"I love being inside you, baby," he said in a breathless voice. He moved his hips and you moaned softly.

Jungkook slowly withdrew from you almost to the very edge... and then entered you again, deeply, completely, to the last millimeter. His movements were slow, lingering, almost torturously sweet. You felt him stretching you from within, filling you completely, forcing your body to arch toward each new thrust.

His hand slid under your waist, lifting your pelvis slightly — just the way he knew you liked it. He adjusted the angle, and the next thrust made you moan louder. Deeply. Exactly. Right where it was most sensitive. His gaze never left yours — hot, hungry, a little angry.

"Damn, that's good," you said, unable to contain your delight. Jungkook smiled triumphantly without stopping his movements.

You clenched the sheet, feeling your whole body tense as another wave approached. His moans merged with yours as he entered you once again, all the way to the bottom. His fingers found your clitoris again and began to massage it as he moved inside you in a rhythm that erased your thoughts. Your hips rose to meet him, seeking more. His hips slammed against yours with a dull thud that sent shivers down your spine.

Jungkook leaned down and pressed his lips to your neck, leaving hot kisses and small marks, like marks of ownership.

He straightened up on his knees and pulled out of you, but you could still feel that he was inside you. He turned you onto your stomach, lifted your ass, and you braced yourself with your hands on the bed.

Jungkook took his time. He held you in front of him, your hips in his strong arms, admiring the curve of your back, the way your delicate buttocks trembled, raised and submissive. He stroked your buttocks with his thumbs, gently, almost caressingly. But there was strength in that tenderness — the kind that made you melt beneath him.

"You have no idea how much I want you..." he whispered hoarsely and leaned down to run his tongue along your spine — from your waist up. You shuddered at the combination of his hot breath and the slight moisture that remained on your skin. And then... he entered you again from behind — deep, sharp, forcing you to grab the blanket even tighter.

You moaned when you felt his movement — he entered you completely, and from this position the sensations were even more piercing. His hips confidently slammed into yours, and he held you by the waist, guiding, controlling, leading.

"You drive me crazy when you arch your back like that for me..." he said, quickening his pace. His voice was deep, almost animalistic. And you didn't just hear him — you felt him deep inside you. Every movement seemed perfectly precise.

His hand moved lower and found your clitoris again, while the other slid under you to pull you closer. You felt small in his arms, completely filled, and it... was bliss.

"Fuck. You're so perfect for me," he groaned. You felt that pleasant pleasure enveloping you between your legs again. Orgasm approached with every movement of his hips, and then the explosion and unearthly sensations made you moan very loudly. Jungkook felt your walls squeeze his cock and he tried to hold on. He stopped, enjoying how you squeezed him.

You were breathing quickly and deeply, thinking it was all over, but Jungkook was still hard inside you. He pulled out and you fell onto the bed, trying to catch your breath. Jungkook moved to the head of the bed and gently pulled you toward him.

"Sit on me." His eyes were burning. He lay there with his erect cock demanding attention. You sat near on him, exhausted, unable to climb on top of him.

"Kook, I'm tired... maybe me just suck you off," you reached for his cock with your hands, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him.

"I want to cum inside you. So get on top of me," he said and pulled you towards him, and you had no choice but to slowly climb on top of him with trembling legs and cheeks flushed with heat. Jungkook held your hips, helping you sit on him, and when you were fully seated, you both let out a sound of pleasure at the same time.

"Come on, baby. Now... you're in control," he said quietly, stroking your breasts and stomach. His fingers squeezed your nipples, and you began to move — slowly, feeling every moment. The control was in your hands, and you felt it — how you were regaining power over yourself... over him... at least for a moment.

His hands slid down your back, and his mouth left kisses on everything he could reach. Your movements became faster, and your body hotter. And when another wave of orgasm began to roll in, he pulled you close, squeezing your buttocks. He was deep inside you, and every inch of this union made you revel in the sensuality. His moans mingled with your breath as you quickened your pace, pressing your breasts against his chest, dissolving into him.

"Like that... yes..." Jungkook gasped, pressing his lips into your shoulder, running his fingers along your spine. He clutched you closer, frantically, as if with each thrust he wanted to keep you inside him forever.

You felt his hips pull up from below — he could no longer hold back. He began to move with you, and now you were flying — in a rhythm that was yours alone. A whisper of your name escaped his lips, and a few seconds later his whole body tensed, he froze... and you felt a wave of warmth spread through you as he came, deeply, powerfully, with a breath that burned your ear.

He hugged you tightly — very, truly — and pressed you to his chest, as if nothing else existed in the world at that moment. You were both breathing heavily, chest to chest, forehead to forehead.

For a long time, no one said anything. There was only silence — cozy, full, like after a storm.

You finally climbed off him and lay down on the bed, completely exhausted. Jungkook lay down next to you, breathing heavily. You felt his semen flowing out of you and thought about taking the anti-inflammatory pill you had forgotten to take yesterday.

You felt Jungkook move, and then in a moment he was pressed against you. His lips found yours and he kissed you again. So many times, more than ever before when you were together. You felt the pleasure that these lips kissing you now belonged to the person you loved, but there were many unresolved issues between you. And this sex just delayed the inevitable.

Jungkook pulled away, and you immediately got to the point:

"Tell me who you are. Why don't I really know anything about you except that you have one friend, Jimin?"

Jungkook raised his eyebrows when he heard your question. He moved away and then got out of bed. You sat up without covering yourself. Jungkook went over to his things and started getting dressed. You felt a wave of irritation wash over you. Your eyes watched the muscles move on his back. It seems like he wants to run away again without any explanation. You also got out of bed, wrapping yourself in a blanket.

When Jungkook wanted to put on his shirt, you pushed him and turned he to you.

"Tell me who the hell you are! And why should I fall out of love with you when I find out who you are!" You could no longer contain your anger. He still looked at you silently. Your anger excited him, but he didn't want to tell you who he was. That was the reason why he had disappeared for two months.

Jungkook was silent. His eyes slid over your face, as if trying to memorize every feature before doing something... irreversible. He stood in front of you — half-dressed, hot with passion, but there was something cold in his eyes. Determined. Painful.

"If you find out," he finally spoke, quietly but firmly, "you will fear me."

You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself. Your throat was dry, but you forced yourself to look straight ahead and speak clearly:

"Just say it already," you didn't shout, but your voice was filled with rage born of pain.

He came close to you. You raised your head so as not to take your eyes off his dark eyes.

"I'll tell you, and then we definitely won't be able to see each other. So choose..."

You swallowed hard, exhausted by everything in the world. It was important for you to know what kind of man was standing in front of you. Because if he was really dangerous to you, you had to end it.

"Jungkook. I'm not a child. I have the right to know. And I have the right to decide for myself. Tell me."

He was silent. You could see him struggling with himself, whether to tell you or not. His lips parted and he said:

"I... I'm a mercenary..."

The silence after his confession seemed louder to you than any scream. You felt your stomach tighten.

"Mercenary?" you asked, almost not believing what you had heard. Your voice broke into a whisper. Jungkook just nodded. His jaw was tense, as if he were waiting for a blow. Waiting for you to scream, run away, curse him.

"I worked for those who paid the most. Mostly in security. But also... cleanups, eliminations. Sometimes just passing on information. I'm no hero, baby. And I'm certainly not someone to love. I'm not the kind of guy for a serious relationship," he touched your cheek with his fingers and stroked it gently.

You slowly moved away from him and sat down on the edge of the bed. Your heart was beating hard, each beat echoing in your ears. Everything you knew about him began to crack at the seams. Or rather, it finally fell into place.

"Is that why you disappeared?" you asked quietly.

"Some people wanted to kill me. Because I refused to follow orders. And then... when things calmed down a bit... I couldn't come back for a long time. Because I knew that if I saw you again, I wouldn't be able to leave. And I would drag you into something that couldn't be resolved without bloodshed."

He came closer. He stood right in front of you, crouching down to be at eye level with you. His palms touched your knees.

"Are you a murderer?" you asked, feeling your body tremble.

"Yes," he said firmly. "I am a murderer."

There was a silence that weighed heavily on both of you. You couldn't believe it. Of all the possible secrets — you were ready for betrayal, a double life, even marriage... But not this.

"And you don't regret it?" you asked in a trembling voice. He sighed.

"I regret that you had to find out about it. But I did what I had to do."

"Is the police looking for you?" you asked again.

"No. Because some people in the police... are on my side."

You closed your eyes. Every word was like a nail. You were silent for a long time. Your breathing finally evened out. Now you saw him differently. Not just as a lover. Not just as a missing man. But as someone... from a completely different world. Cruel. Dangerous. And now the scratches you had treated him for made sense. His late arrivals made sense. His disappearance made sense.

"I couldn't come to you at other times and I can't be with you during the day because you might be in danger. I knew it would be better not to show up at all, but I couldn't help myself. I am constantly drawn to you. But you don't deserve someone like me. At the same time, I can't imagine you with another man. It makes me so angry." Jungkook got up and you followed him with your eyes. He walked away from you and started putting on his shirt. You weighed all your feelings and the facts before you.

"Jungkook," you called him. He turned back to you and saw the verdict in your eyes. It hurt him, but he was ready for it. "I really fell in love with you..."

"Don't say that..." Jungkook interrupted you. It hurt him to hear you say that, and he couldn't accept it because there was no place for love in his life. You fell silent and then started again.

"I'm in love with you, but who you are... I thought you disappeared because you didn't want to see me. But the fact that you kill people is a completely different matter," your voice trembled and your eyes filled with tears. "Do you really have to do this? If you have a chance to leave it..." you said, but Jungkook interrupted you.

"No..." he said sharply. You fell silent. He exhaled heavily. "No, baby. I can't get out of it, I've been in it for too long..."

You bit your lip to keep from crying. Losing Jungkook for the second time that day was the most painful thing you had ever felt. Even that other time didn't hurt this much. Back then, there was hope, small and meager, but it was there that he could be brought back. But now... now you know that he is involved in crime. And the fact that he can take someone's life just like that sends a chill down your spine. Your eyes fill with tears. You look at his face — so handsome, so familiar, with the cheekbones you used to kiss, his lips — and you no longer see the gentle, ordinary, daring boy you fell in love with. You realize that now the possibility of being with him has become almost impossible.

You looked at him. There was so much in his eyes: fatigue, pain, struggle, despair... and something else — something so deep that it took your breath away. But alongside this — a shadow. The shadow of who he had become.

"I just..." You swallow your tears, trying to breathe evenly. "I didn't expect this. I was ready for anything. Even if you were married... or had children... or dealt in stolen goods... But that you kill people — I couldn't have imagined that even in my worst nightmare."

Jungkook didn't take his eyes off you. But he didn't come closer. He didn't touch you.

"It's really scary," you said quietly, admitting it. "I look at you, and my heart still aches... with love. But it's really scary... Because I don't know what you're capable of. And who else you might kill..."

He clenched his fists, as if holding back the urge to scream. His face was contorted with pain.

"I would never hurt you," he said softly.

"What about the people around me? Can you promise that? That your world... will never touch mine?"

He didn't answer.

"See?" you whispered. "So we really weren't meant to be together... I'm sorry, I don't know who I need to be to accept that..." Tears rolled down your cheeks. You didn't even wipe them away. They dripped onto the blanket, onto your palms, leaving warm, heavy marks.

Jungkook finally slowly approaches you. He takes a few steps closer, but doesn't touch you.

"You don't have to accept this," he said hoarsely. "I didn't want you to find out. But I... I couldn't help coming. I really missed you. Like an idiot. I shouldn't have come..."

"But you did come," you say quietly with a hysterical, tired smile, "and you would have run away again if I hadn't asked. And that's what hurts the most — that you probably never planned to tell me the truth."

Jungkook bowed his head in acknowledgment. Something flashed in his eyes — shame? Guilt?

"If I stay... will it destroy you?" he asked, hope in his voice. But when he saw the look on your face, he understood the answer.

You took a step back. Not out of fear. But because you couldn't bear his gaze. He was silent. His breathing was uneven, his chest rising heavily. He looked at you, knowing that this was probably the last time — long, as if trying to engrave the smallest details of your face in his memory.

He didn't want to come back to you when he left. But you managed to tie him to you, and it destroyed him. Even though he swore he would never have a girl to friend with benefits. But you're like a damn drug. He wants you constantly, day after day. And when he came back today for the first time in a long time, he had sex with you like a madman. He forgot who he was, what world he lived in. All he wanted was you. You stood in front of him, wrapped in a blanket, so small in front of his shadow. But you already not been his.

Jungkook stood there, silent. He didn't try to convince you. He just stared. Like a doomed man. You stood in front of him, wrapped in a blanket, so small in front of his shadow.

"I'm asking you... Go. Really go. And don't come back... and don't even think about touching anyone around me... If I find out that anyone has disappeared, is scared, is being followed... I'll go to the police. Not the ones who cover for you. The international ones. I'll do everything to stop you. Do you understand?"

Jungkook could barely control himself. His jaw ached from clenching it so tightly.

"Yes, baby. I understand you," he said, smiling through the pain in his chest. "I'll go. And you'll never see me again."

There were tears in your eyes, and you couldn't see properly because of them. His image blurred as he turned and walked away. Without looking back. Without touching you goodbye. He just disappeared. Like a storm that left only destruction and emptiness behind.

Everything was like a fog. You weren't living, you were just existing. You didn't talk to anyone. You texted your friends that you were busy at work, and you lied to your parents in short phone conversations. You ate almost nothing. You didn't leave the house except to go to work.

Donmin, your colleague, was the first to notice. He brought you coffee, tried to talk to you, joked, invited you to lunch. But you... it was as if you didn't exist in the same world as everyone else.

The nights were the worst. You couldn't sleep. You constantly listened to the sounds outside the window, to the silence in the house. You felt like he was watching you. That he was somewhere nearby. And the scariest thing was that you were almost certain of it.

And then you felt sick. You threw up when you were getting ready for work. The first time, you thought you had food poisoning. It wasn't surprising, since you had eaten something spoiled the night before. But when it happened again the next morning... you looked at the calendar.

It showed that you were four days late. With everything that was going on, you hadn't noticed that your period hadn't started.

You were instantly overcome with panic. You hadn't had sex with anyone except Jungkook, and you remembered that you hadn't taken your birth control that day. You felt so bad that you completely forgot to take it.

You rushed to get dressed, grabbed your wallet, and ran to the nearest 24-hour pharmacy because it was early in the morning.

You bought not one but three tests to make sure that if one lied, the other two would show the truth. With trembling hands, you opened the box and followed the instructions. You waited in the bathroom, your heart pounding in your chest like crazy.

You sat on the edge of the bathtub. Your gaze was glued to the little window on the test. The first line was the control line. And almost immediately... the second line appeared. You couldn't believe your eyes. Two lines.

You grabbed the other two tests, and although they hadn't fully developed yet, both showed two lines.

You clutched your head in your hands and the world around you collapsed. Thousands of thoughts raced through your mind, each one worse than the last. The phone lying on the nightstand by the sink vibrated. A notification came in, but you didn't pay any attention to it. The time on the phone showed 4:15. And you almost fainted when you realized what you had just found out. You were pregnant. Pregnant by Jungkook.

AUTHOR NOTE:

Hello to my dear ARMY 💜 It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, and I haven’t written anything new for you in a long time.

So, I want to tell you that I’m feeling better, but life is still kinda shitty, to be honest 😒 The only light for me right now is BTS and you, my dearest ones 🥺💗 Receiving your words of support is incredibly touching and heartwarming 😭🙏🏻

Please forgive me for constantly talking about my condition (I really think I should just shut my mouth 😀), but it’s directly connected to why I so rarely post anything.

I have projects ongoing and I plan to continue them. When exactly? I’m planning to do it in the coming weeks, but besides going to work — which drives me into breakdowns — and going to therapy, I’ve also started studying, which will take some of my time too 🥲😔

But I promise I’m not going anywhere and I’ll keep writing “One Night…” and “No Mercy” (one sweet anon almost hung me upside down demanding a continuation 😅 I PROMISE I’ll write the next part very soon 🙌🏻)

And this story again is about toxic relationships. God, I don’t know why but I’ve been drawn to writing this kind of thing lately!

Should I write some fluff without explicit scenes? (I don’t even know if I can write like that, but maybe I should try 🤭)

I really hope everyone will enjoy it 🙏🏻 If this came off as harsh to you, please forgive me — this is just how I saw the story 🙏🏻 Please don’t write anything too mean, I’m very sensitive right now 🥺

I also want to sincerely apologize to everyone whom I haven’t replied to in DMs or question boxes yet 🥺 My dearest ones, I’ve really closed myself off a lot and I’m so sorry that you worry about me, but I just can’t give a proper response 🥺💗

Please bear with me if you’re willing to — I will reply to every message. (To be honest, the only thing I’m able to do is write a little. That’s the only thing I still have the will to do in this life.

I’ll share a secret with you — it’s unbearable for me to be around people, sometimes even my loved ones. I think I’ve really lost it 😭🤨 (I don’t know if I’m allowed to say this here, but I want to be honest with you.)

So if someone likes my new story, I’ll be happy with any interaction. You know that despite my weird state, I can’t stop loving you all 🥹😭💜

I really love you so much and I miss the way you interact with me 🥹 Don’t focus too much on my state — better tell me if this story was worthy of your attention, if you’ve read this far 😊🥹

[ablobwhowrites]

(For more shredder y/n, theres links to more of him! 1 part, 2 part, 3 part, you are here!)

I imagine tigerclaw in this is still the same but is shredder y/n's right hand man next to the other right hand man henchman #1 so some competition is there but for shit and giggles what if all of shredders henchmen from like the 2012 series version that are now was also shredder y/n's henchmen like with fishface, bebop, rocksteady Baxter stockman, Dog pound like those ones but from the 2012 version cause of how more intense and dangerous they are compared to shredder y/n.

Shredder y/n: "You have really done it now. You've tried to double cross me and now you face the consequences. Tiger claw, you know what to do."

Tiger claw: *let's his claws out* "On it."

Shredder y/n: "wait! Don't kill them! Like I just want you to scare them! I...okay you already broke their legs alright."

Y/n is kinda less stressed around bebop and rocksteady as those two aren't as blood thirsty as tiger claw is as y/n has had to say multiple times that they don't need to kill anyone and luckily that's doesn't happen but he does get worried when tiger claw suggests they kill anyone who tried to interfere on y/n's evil plan and everyone agrees on it but y/n has to basically scream they don't need too like at all.

Once Grayson asked y/n why he has a mutant tiger guy as his right hand man and y/n couldn't answer that because somehow recruited a actual top and feared assassin in aisa because y/n doesn't know how he even managed that.

I do imagine just shredder y/n can snap sometimes that he can kill someone but also he has a actual gun on him at all times like in the actual show in that one clip in the 1987 show when shredder actually take out a gun and threatens the turtles.

Evil villain from somewhere else: "People of gotham! I will destroy your precious city and then conquer the whole world! But first I'll extract the life to increase my strength for this human who thought they could fight me!" *Shows shredder y/n then goes back to the villain* "then ill- what whys the alarms on...BATMAN?! SUPERMAN AND IS THAT A FUCKING TIGE-"

Y/n did get kidnapped by a random villain once but got saved after the villain threatened to kill y/n so that's a experience but y/n will fight for Gotham cause he wants to rule all earth, not just a random villain can take is so easily without a fight.

I imagine y/n keeps everyone especially karai away from mutagen as y/n kinda feels bad for people who get turned accidentally as he secretly gave a bike to Batman to try and find a cure or a way to turn people back but karai is not allowed to even be near it nor his henchmen and foot clan soldiers.

Every Christmas y/n's henchmen and footclan soldiers do bascially white elephant and tiger claw, bebop, rocksteady, karai and y/n participate in it but y/n got a pare of those really tall boot heels and y/n wore them because it gave him extra height and he liked it until while running away it broke on him and had to throw it away because the other one was going to break and it matched his black tights so well and went so well with his outfit but the world isn't ready for another serving for shredder y/n in those heels again (also those heels aren't made anymore so y/n can't get any if he even wanted too.) Like karai basically did those tiktok of like "this is the shit my dad wears sometimes." And it's a video of y/n in the tall house heels just walking around doing something and comments were turned off cause karai knows people like her dad and doesn't want to read those stupid comments.

(anyways I'll see you guys later with hopefully more silly y/n or not. If you like this please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's you have! But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[hederasgarden]

Superman thoughts

There’s this idea that’s been bouncing around in my head (and yes, I’ve been absolutely pestering @clairewritesandramblesClaire and the Corenswet Discord Girlies with it), but it involves a major plot point from the Superman movie—so I’m dropping it below the cut to avoid spoilers.

I’ve been thinking about this AU idea where Clark manages to save his clone and decides to try and help him because he's fresh off essentially being a puppet for Lex. He’s damaged, emotionally and psychologically, with no real sense of identity, free will, or moral compass. Just raw instinct and muscle memory. (Honestly he gave me Winter Solider vibes!)

Clark, being Clark, brings the clone home and tries to rehab him and teach him how to be a person. I mean he couldn't even bring himself to kill a 20-story monster tearing through Metropolis. He’s not about to give up on someone, no matter how broken they are???

Now imagine you're Clark’s neighbor, Sunshine personified. One day, the clone notices you. It all starts when he saves you from a sketchy situation like a creep cornering you in the hallway or parking garage. He deals with the guy silently and efficiently. He's a little weird and terrifying but he does save you. So, naturally, you bake cookies and bring them by to say thanks.

When you knock on the door, Clark opens it with his perfectly tousled hair, crisp shirt sleeves rolled up, looking sweet and welcoming. The clone looms behind him, dressed all in black. His hair is long and wild, dark curls falling into his eyes. He’s just standing there silently while you and Clark talk, staring directly at you. Doesn't blink or smile.

Later, Clark catches you in the hallway and sheepishly explains that he’s his brother. Sort of. Former military. PTSD. He doesn’t do well with people yet.

You just smile and say you understand.

And that’s how it starts. After that, the clone begins showing up to walk you from your car to your apartment. When you invite him in he hovers nearby while you cook, taking everything in, while your cat Walter, purrs and meows loudly until the clone pets him. He never speaks, but he listens while you babble.

Clark keeps apologizing when he finds him at your place. Likely worried he’s being inappropriate or making you uncomfortable, but you reassure Clark every time: “He’s fine. Walter like the company," you tease.

No idea if this would spiral into some weirdly questionable threesome, Clone!Clark x reader story, or simply a Clark x reader fic because he ends up completely smitten with how kind and gentle you are. Honestly, I don’t even know where it’s going, but it’s been percolating in my brain, and I had to share it.

[janluxe]

SNEAKY MUCH .ᐣ — JINU

⟡ summary; a genius, business idea to go on tour with the saja boys, you needed a to catch a break ⟡ contents; pure fluff, rivals, huntrix!reader x jinu ⟡ w/c; 1k

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Unbearable, the most fitting word you could find in your vocabulary to describe the situation you found yourself in. And if there’s a bright side it’d be that, at the very least, you weren’t in this alone. The rest of your girl group, Huntrix, also had to suffer tolerating the upcoming boy band you got paired up with.

Bobby wouldn’t even dream of putting any of his girls through this… under different circumstances. But the fans kept switching from Huntrix to the Saja boys like they needed to repent by obliviously running straight to a well-disguised sin.

However, the rapidly decreasing numbers of fans had already trapped him in a predicament. Staying in the safe zone was a luxury neither he or his favorite group could afford if they wished to stay afloat in the industry. So, with a heavy chest, he announced the news on a Friday evening.

You just had to endure a week-long tour around the country, what could go wrong? Ha.

First, it came the signing; greeting the fans as per usual, pretending as if nothing was out of normal, as if hunters weren’t sitting between the very beings they swore to hunt to the ends of the Earth, as if sworn rivalry was the only thing between you.

Stupidly ignoring every subtle glare, eye roll and held half-contained remark exchanged between you and their forsaken leader.

Then, performing on stage together. Who knew they’d find a way to make things harder than they should be.

A bunch of egocentric, supposed idols, not giving either of your group space to breathe freely. Every second even more challenging than the last as you found yourself competing to be heard, stretching your vocal cords all while only his voice alone echoed in the stadium.

Would this effort go for granted or would it actually help your group’s current undergoing crisis? You just hoped it’d be the latter.

Patient, remain patient. You had to remind yourself occasionally to get out of the most overstimulating moments of this tour—like the constant flash of fan cams, or the way the Saja boys' maknae would subtly push past you backstage, or the constant facade you maintained around the fans. Yet, that thought flew out of the window the moment the hotel room fell in complete silence, the other three girls fast asleep on the spacious couch.

Hence, your decision to slip on a hoodie for the sake of your body temperature in the coolness of the night.

There’s nothing better than some time to yourself, so you took the opportunity and made your way out of the suite, it could hardly be considered ‘sneaking out’... you had no intention of doing something stupid in secret and, above all, you had no idea of where to go. 

The air in the quiet, dim hall shifted, a faint scent of something familiar – expensive cologne overriding your senses. Before Jinu caught wind of you, you spotted him across the corridor doing just the same as you.

If you pretend something’s not there, it will disappear.

Your breath caught into your throat, of all people you could run into… So, there’s only one logical solution available in case of avoiding all conflict; rush and keep your head down. Freedom, you sighed to yourself, the exit within reach. Fresh air, you romanticized as you lowered the hood off, fresh air in one of the busiest cities worldwide?

“Didn’t strike you as the type to sneak out like some naive teenager.” He scoffed, his tone playful, but you could spot something more in his eyes when they met yours, something you couldn’t decode as he gently pulled on your hoodie. “Where are you headed this late into the night, huh?” He flicked his wrist, checking his imaginary watch as he came to stand beside you.

“I could ask you the same, but I'm not nosy, unlike some people…” You huffed out, eyeing him up and down as if one couldn't understand to whom your remark was aimed at.

Jinu raised his hands in front of him, feigning surrender, even when his lips curved upwards, “Okay, okay, you got me…” You had never noticed the soft brown in his eyes until now, you’d never get this close willingly but he’d allow your stolen glances, “Where are we headed?”

You blinked. Once, twice. Plural?

“We?” You echoed, watching him shove his hands in his jacket’s pockets and roll his shoulders effortlessly, how could he make it look different and better than when other people did it? It’s just a gesture, snap out of it, “You’re a grown ass man, don’t you have anything better to occupy yourself with?” 

“Your friends would be very sad if you got kidnapped.”

“Kidnapped? I’m not a child.” A sharp remark, his ridiculous comments truly had no end.

Jinu hummed, narrowing his eyes and using his hand to point out the height difference between the two of you. “Could’ve fooled me.” his tone unusually playful and teasing rather than mocking.

“Okay, you just don’t know when to shut up—"

He didn’t spare you a second more, “Clearly. It’s part of my charm.”

Your facade wavered. Just barely noticeable.

But he caught it. Are you even surprised? He displayed all of his cockiness in one lopsided grin, just for you.

“Come on, you need someone to watch your back, grown-up-child.” Jinu took a few, small, excited steps as if the whole world didn’t know about his existence, as if he was a civilian, nothing more than that. “Scout’s honor, I’ll keep my mouth shut.” He looked at you with the brightest smile you’ve seen from him, so expectant that you forgot, he had never stepped foot in a scout camp.

“... Fine.” You groaned and began walking, his shoulder bumping against yours occasionally, but neither of you complained.

“So, where are we going, jagiya?”

“You promised to shut up.”

“I lied.” He whispered in your ear.

You couldn’t help the small smile on your face, enjoying the playful banter and the sensation of security he brought along—not that you couldn’t handle yourself. It felt oddly nice, for once.

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⟡ a/n; rushed, but i need him bibically, ironic. thank you sm for reading, have a nice day♡‪‪❤︎‬

[bbyyuuu]

can we try it, hyung?

MDNI

pairing: lee minho X han jisung.

genre: smut, light fluff.

synopsis: minho always see jisung as innocent goof ball unlike him but, is it really true?

TW: smut, dom minho, sub jisung, face fucking, gagging, slightly rough, dirty talk, degradation-praise, pet names (baby, kitten)mention of sex toys. missing something? lmk if you find it out.

A/n: what did i even write? i'm sorry i was in a rush and i hope it isn't that bad and also as i sad, English isn't my first language, bear with me..anyways enjoy <33 and lmk if there are any silly spelling mistakes, i don't want to embarrass myself even more T_T

also, please give me a feedback and reblog if you like it, it makes me crazily happy and help me build my account and write more :D

don't repost. don't translate. dni - minors, ageless & default blogs

Life with minho is always good to jisung, getting spoiled, showered with attention, and most importantly, sex. Jisung always get shy the moment he sees minho naked, don't blame the poor boy, he is just shy by nature, and lord!! minho's body is perfection, his arms, honey skin, toned abs and chest, and those damn thighs jisung liked to ride until his mind goes blank, anyone would gown down on their knees for him.

Unaware to minho, jisung isn't just a ball of innocence who lets minho take control every time they do it, he himself have few erotic thoughts in his mind dreaming to try them with him, one of them includes face fucking. Yeah, never in their life jisung gave a blow job to minho. why? because minho always stopped him explaining that he couldn't take it and the fact he doesn't want to hurt him. Pfft, that only made jisung more desperate to try it and he ends up practicing it for weeks while watching videos and buying sex toys without minho knowing.

Today is an another day of hell for jisung, he sat on the couch with the screen in front of him playing a Rom-com drama but his attention was on anything other than that, and why? he was aroused. wet for minho. The problem started that morning when minho wrapped his arms around jisung and sucked on his neck leaving a mark before leaving to work. It was just a casual moment for minho expressing his love for his boyfriend, but boy jisung got aroused it.

he squirmed in his seat, trying to find friction to soothe the dirty thoughts running in his mind, the idea of minho finding him like this, wet and dripping just for him, and then face fucking him roughly-

The soft click of the door closing interrupted his filthy thoughts and jisung rose to he feet rushing to the living room to find minho removing his shoes, the dress shirt hugging his body in all the right places and the jeans, Oh my god.

Minho looked up, a sweet smile spreading across his face when his eyes met his boyfriend's. "hello "

"hi.." jisung replied, his tone shy and shaky, the boy took a few steps towards minho and giggled the moment he hugged him.

Jisung soon found himself tucked in minho's arms, a baby blue blanket covering them both, it felt like heaven in minho's arms as if shielding him away from all the problems, but no..not when the problem is minho.

Jisung occasionally squirmed in his seat, rubbing his thighs together, trying hard not to let out the whimpers he was holding in, and of course that didn't went unnoticed my minho. How could he? when his cute boyfriend is suffering in silence?

Minho’s fingers trailed lazily down Jisung’s spine, tracing the curve of his back as he laid on his arms. The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows across their bodies. Jisung shivered under Minho’s touch, his breath catching softly as those fingers dipped lower, brushing over the swell of his ass.

And minho smirked secretly knowing the effect he have on him. such a devil.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Minho murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the nape of Jisung’s neck, his lips hot against his skin, testing the waters. “Every inch of you drives me crazy.”

Jisung exhaled sharply, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. He was still getting used to this—Minho’s relentless attention, the way he worshipped his body like it was something sacred. It made him feel exposed, vulnerable, but in the best way possible. His heart pounded in his chest, anticipation curling low in his stomach and he couldn't hold himself back.

“Minho…” he whispered, his voice trembling.

Minho chuckled softly, already hearing the desperate need in his voice, his breath warm against Jisung’s ear. “What is it, baby?”

Jisung hesitated, biting his lip. He had been thinking about this for weeks, fantasizing about it when Minho wasn’t around. The idea of Minho taking control, of him thrusting into his mouth until he couldn’t breathe—it made his cheeks burn with both embarrassment and desire.

“I…” he started, his voice barely audible. “I wanna try…something.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, heavy and charged. Minho smiled, his fingers stilling against Jisung’s skin.

"what is it, baby? tell me.." Minho buried his face in his hair inhaling the soft scent of his boyfriend.

Jisung whined feeling waves of embarrassment flooding to his cheeks, and slowly looked up at him minho, eyes sparkling. "can..you..fuck my mouth?"

Minho froze, he did not expect that, not even in his dreams he thought jisung would speak dirty words all while looking so innocent. Then, slowly, he leaned back, his gaze darkening as he looked down at Jisung, a smirk replacing his shocked face.

“Is that what you want?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jisung nodded, his face flushing even deeper. “Yeah,” he admitted, his voice shaky. “I wanna feel you…in my mouth. I wanna choke on you.”

Minho’s eyes widened, a flicker of something primal passing through them. He reached down, cupping Jisung’s face in his hands, his thumb brushing over his cheek.

“Fuck, Jisung,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Before Jisung could respond, Minho leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. It was hungry, demanding, and Jisung melted into it instantly. His hands moved to grip Minho’s shoulders, pulling him closer as their tongues tangled together.

Minho broke the kiss reluctantly, his breathing ragged as he looked down at Jisung. “You’re sure about this?” he asked, his voice serious but filled softness. “I don’t wanna push you too far.”

Jisung nodded again, his eyes wide and pleading. “I’m sure,” he whispered. “I want you to fuck my face, hyung. I wanna feel you deep in my throat.”

Minho groaned, his cock twitching at Jisung’s words. “Fuck, where did you even learn those, baby?” he muttered, leaning down to press another kiss to Jisung’s lips. “You’re gonna kill me, Jisung.”

He shifted, pulling Jisung up into a kneeling position and sat in front of him. Jisung’s heart raced as Minho leaned back, his cock already hard and straining against his sweats. Minho hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down along with the boxers slowly, and Jisung’s breath hitched as his cock sprang free, thick and flushed with need.

“Open your mouth, baby,” Minho instructed, his voice low and commanding, his usual soft and caring demeanor disappearing.

Jisung obeyed instantly, his lips parting as Minho guided his cock to his mouth. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze locking with Jisung’s, before slowly pushing forward. The head of his cock bumped against Jisung’s lips, and Jisung moaned softly, his tongue darting out to lick at the tip.

“That’s it,” Minho groaned, his hands tangling in Jisung’s hair. “Just like that, kitten.”

Jisung opened his mouth wider at the pet name, taking more of Minho’s cock into his mouth. It was thick and heavy on his tongue, the taste of him overwhelming his senses. He moaned again, his hands gripping Minho’s thighs as he started to bob his head slowly.

“Fuck, kitten,” Minho hissed, his fingers tightening in Jisung’s hair. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

Jisung’s cheeks burned at the praise, but it only made him more eager. He took Minho deeper, his throat relaxing as he swallowed around him. Minho groaned, his hips rocking forward slightly, and Jisung’s eyes watered as his cock pushed further into his mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” Minho whispered, his voice rough. “Take it. Take all of me.”

Jisung moaned around him, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure up Minho’s spine. He started to move faster, his hips thrusting roughly as he fucked Jisung’s mouth. Jisung’s lips stretched around him, saliva dripping down his chin as he took every inch.

“You’re such a filthy cocksucker,” Minho groaned, the degradation making jisung whimper, he loved every second of it. “Look at you, swallowing my cock like you were born for it.”

Jisung whimpered again, his cock throbbing in his boxers at the words. He loved this—the way Minho degraded him, made him feel so damn dirty and used. It made him feel alive.

Minho’s thrusts grew more erratic, his grip on Jisung’s hair tightening. “Fuck, Jisung,” he gasped, his hips stuttering. “I’m close, baby. I’m gonna come.”

Jisung’s eyes fluttered closed, his mouth opening wider as Minho thrust deep, his cock hitting the back of his throat. He gagged slightly, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he swallowed around him, his tongue pressing against the underside of his cock.

Minho groaned loudly, his hips snapping forward as he came, his cock pulsing in Jisung’s mouth. Jisung swallowed every drop, his throat working around him as Minho emptied himself down his throat.

When Minho finally pulled back, Jisung was panting, his lips swollen and glistening with spit. Minho looked down at him, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“Fuck, Jisung,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You’re incredible.”

Jisung blushed, his hands trembling as he wiped his mouth. “Did I…did I do okay?” he asked shyly.

Minho smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “You did more than okay, baby,” he said softly. “You were perfect.”

Jisung’s heart swelled at the words, a warm feeling spreading through his chest. He leaned into Minho’s touch, his body humming with satisfaction.

Minho pulled him into his arms, holding him close as he pressed soft kisses to his hair. “I’m sorry if I got too rough,” he whispered, his voice laced with guilt. “I didn’t mean to—”

Jisung cut him off with a shake of his head. “It was perfect,” he said softly. “I loved it.”

Minho’s lips curved into a smile as he kissed Jisung’s forehead again. “Good,” he murmured. “Because we’re definitely doing that again.”

Jisung’s cheeks flushed, but he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. He snuggled closer to Minho, his body still tingling with pleasure.

"but baby, where did you even learn that from? i never knew you.." Minho trailed off, gently rubbing his back and kissed his cheek.

"I..i knew it..am not that innocent as you think.." Jisung mumbled, heat creeping up to his cheek making him hide his face. Minho chuckled ruffling the boy's hair.

"shh, it's okay. i was just surprised. i always though you were innocent about these things." Jisung bit his lip and looked up at him, eyes turning doe and sparkly. "i..watched..and practiced..on dildo.."

Minho gasped, chocking on his own saliva, eyes widening and he pulled back from jisung to look at his face. "are you serious, baby? i never knew you were this naughty? dildo? when did you buy that thing?"

Jisung hid his face whining at the sudden questions, regretting his decisions. "weeks ago, i want to be good for you.." and minho's face softened even more, he gently lifted his chin to face him and smiled. "my little baby, doing something so dirty behind my back..you were perfect and all mine"

jisung blushed, cheeks painting a deep shade of red and minho had to hold himself back from biting those cheeks. "you still have them?" he questioned earning a nod from jisung and a smirk spread across his face. "Good, next time we are using them.."

jisung nodded blushing like a tomato, “I love you, hyung” , he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Minho’s arms tightened around him, his lips pressing another kiss to his hair. “I love you too, baby,” he said softly. “More than anything.”

[whoreunderthemountain]

Not-love by wudm

Bilbo x Thorin aka bagginshield

fluff, realizing feelings, everyone survived Smaug, light read, short story, for funsies, heartwarmer, funny, found family, glass closet I'm writing it as a comfort story so it's no shaekspeare

Chapter 3 - I found you. 1004 words

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if you know the og artist please let me know so i can credit them!:(

Bilbo closed the door feeling conflicted. Then shook his head with a heavy sigh and placed the little pouch on one of the many stacks of books so tall it was reaching his hips. Maybe the late Erebor had genious economists and advisors, someone to be the brain behind the operation, but right now all that was left on Thorin's shoulders. He, of course, had more pressing matters than counting and filling up charts: that's why Bilbo stayed with him and Balin to help them late into the night.

To be honest, he was surprisingly into what he was doing, how his life looked even after the crazy journey reached it's end. Because what if it never did? What if staying by Thorin's side he could have both: adrenaline and sulitude, and home and family?

He really thought Thorin was acting weird lately. Maybe the wounds he suffered from the war, or the post-traumatic reaction... Whatever the reason was, Bilbo was willing to stand on his head to see the dwarf actually settle down, find the peace in peaceful times and stop the anxiety vividly raging within him. That's why he stayed. That's why his home was here. With him.

But what was THAT about? - he plopped on the soft bed and making many cussions jump up a bit. - Did Thorin actually think that Bilbo was lacking, even after all they've been through? Did he notice all of Bilbo's shortcomings and thought now was the perfect time to correct them?

"No." he shook his head rolling onto his side. - Thorin is not like that. He knows my worth, and he wants me to stay here. He wants me to... He wants me to stay here, right?

"Oh for God's sake." He groaned after four hours of turning and tossing restlessly on the bed. The red glimpses of the sun were already glistening through the slits of the windows in the rocky walls, letting in irrititingly idle whistles of birds announcing the morning came. There's that for not overthinking...

"Morning" He heard the minute he came into the dining hall. Some dwarves, known and unknown were already sitting at the tables, feasting on meat prepared by today's cooking shift. Few of them glanced curiously at the tired hobbit in his oversized fluffy sweather (the mountain was unbearably cold in the mornings), who was known to be the famous 'Burglar', 'Dragon slayer', 'King's consort' or other less or more accurate rumours he couldn't even keep up with at this point. King's consort. As if Thorin, THE Thorin, would even fall in love with Bilbo of all people.

Shire was a pretty conservative society, male - male relationships were gossipped about and looked down upon so he never really even entertained this idea. To him it was just a given: one day, maybe when he'll be sixty he'll find a little nice lady from Hobbiton, maybe other part of shire, or perhaps just settle down in his nook as an old bechalor enjoying his pipe and green herbal tea he grew in his garden till the end of his life. But then the adventure happened, of course.

The main problem started when they entered the Mirkwood and got arrested by slim and beautiful elves. While being invisible, Bilbo saw a lot, and he means it, a lot of things strange to a poor little hobbit. Men with men, women with women, multiple elves being with each other, all that stuff. Bilbo was always considered very open-minded for a hobbit but it was a bit hard to wrap his head around at first. It was distracting: the constant image and pressure making Bilbo imagine himself with another guy. How could this even work?

He slowly, quietly explored this idea during their journey, of course in those few moments when he was not fighting for his life of course. No, he meant these silent nights when they hid on a hill, under bushes or in small abandoned caves, all dwarves entangled in blankets and each other's limbs, the nights where he acted to be asleep but really glancing at Thorin's sharp features, the King's eyes scanning the terrain, constantly looking for dangers.

Because what exactly was even Bilbo looking for? Did it even matter what his love had in their knickers? Has he even met someone he could consider attractive before? Women were beautiful, of course. So were flowers, and clouds on a sunny day. Some women made his heartrate quicken but so did enjoying a new, perfect type of tea or biscuit. What was he looking for? Someone he could hug and kiss? Or just a family he could call his own?

Maybe it became clear during the journey. Maybe finding the mountain, his... found family made him also find himself. He wasn't bored anymore. He wasn't counting days till the next season. He was truly, seriously and deeply enjoying his life now. He was enjoying the person he was becoming.

"What's with the long face?" Fili's voice startled him out of deep thoughts he got lost in over his breakfast. "Anything bad happened?"

Kili sat in front of them on the other side of the table suspiciously quiet but it wasn't what Bilbo was worried about right now.

"It's nothing" Bilbo sighed "Hey, did you... did you also notice that Thorin is acting a bit... odd, lately?"

"Weird how?" Asked Kili resting his elbows on the table while his blonde brother stuffed his face full without much care

"I'm not sure." Bilbo shook his head getting up "Forget about it, I'm overthinking lately"

"Sure... take care-" Kili managed to call after the hobbit who already dissappeared inbetween the tables, leaving the dwarves alone at the table. "Thorin is courting Bilbo" he said quietly leaning towards his brother, who was happily sipping on his big warm mug of mead. Mead which quickly ended up spurted all over the table when Fili spat it out.

"WHAT?"

"I'm glad you didn't overreact." Brunet wiped his face beginning to chuckle. Poor Bilbo...

1st divider source: @huraxy

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[cenedrariva]

watched the old guard 2

so, how i would have done it, start with nile still having troubling dreams about quynh, it's not just drowning now but fire, stabbings, other violent deaths. then cut right into the opening action scene on some thematic element. later when they're all chilling after the mission it comes out that nile has been hiding the content of the dreams from the group so as not to distress andy too much

discord shows up in the photo, but she's not an immortal, she's head security consultant of a private mercenary firm, which had been hired as extra security with the mob manor they just massacred. copley produces a photo of this Concerning New Target, nile freaks though because she recognises that face from her quynh dreams and that should be impossible

quynh and booker meet. quynh explains she broke out of her own coffin, with age the metal weakened, 6 months ago she clawed her way onto a beach. in her rage and pain she wanted to destroy people and got involved with local organised crime but she's doing Not Great and ended up burning them all down again. Discord found her, offered her support. purpose. someone to explain the modern world at least. she abandons booker when its clear he has no clue about where andy is

so discord. turns out when merrick was experimenting on the team last movie, discord had been committing corporate espionage and witnessed the escape across the cameras. copley did successfully delete their files later but discord herself couldn't unsee it. she's obsessed now with catching and enslaving the immortals as an elite team

joe and nicky fight over joe seeing booker like canon, and booker lets them know quynh is free, except they don't know where she is. andy is freaking out. copley manages to find recent footage of discord so andy tries to run off recklessly to see quynh. nile demands to come with as emotional support. in the end, andy doesn't know what to say, quynh curses her, furious and hurt, and andy is so shaken by her words she barely tries to stop quynh leaving with discord

tuah is still around but he's a descendent in a family that has a legend about being saved by immortals and keeps like resources for them. he doesn't believe they're real until they show up asking his help, and finds this quite exciting. in the end he helps prevent whatever quynh rigged to blow up from blowing up using his technical knowledge, which helps save some civilians

joe, nicky and booker are having a spat in the background for all of this, booker is trying his best to not get kicked out again but it just ends in arguing about why he thought helping merrick was a good idea, and eventually it comes out that joe is very hurt and upset that booker could have been in so much pain while at their side and that joe failed to see it and help. nicky was more ready to forgive booker when he saw booker's remorse back in the lab, but he didn't want to go against the decision they came to as a group (but also he's hurt joe didn't include him in the secret plans to go see booker). there's a half reconciliation

discord offers nile a job with them, that'll have great benefits and luxuries and nile turns it down, discord tries to take her by force. the boys catch up and help nile escape them, meanwhile while thhey're distracted andy runs off after quynh

andy and quynh meet again and andy tries to tell quynh discord is evil. they fight and it gets flirty and steamy somehow, they remember each other, the fight is a dance together, but still ends in angst and hurt because they're not really in sync yet. quynh spent centuries thinking andy was also trapped, then centuries knowing andy wasn't looking for her (from booker's dreams) and its agonising for her. andy is injured and this is how quynh learns andy is not immortal. quynh is shocked and horrified, but discord hurries her away before she can process

final mission now, they need to go after discord to save quynh. by this point quynh's rage has cooled enough she just wants to be back with her family, but discord won't let her go, maybe using some kind of bomb collar thing for compliance? anyway the tension is more about will andy survive the combat long enough to reunite with quynh, all the immortals terrified about this, and it calls back to some thematic line between joe, nicky and booker about having time enough with people you love to forgive them

i think afterwards, having a shot of nile spying on her family and seeing how they're moving on without her, how they've been getting on with life even when she was deployed, there's so much unfamiliar. copley finds her, and she says she understands why she can't be with her family but it sucks that she can't reach out. then together they return to their new family, that feels more joyous and at peace now, with booker and quynh part of things again

also andy is ambigiously maybe healing again

[marionvonwolfstadt]

I had to get this out of my system, so this is a star wars au lestappen from a lovely idea by @chock-and-bates and it's for You dearest ❤️💙 (a measly 583 words written on the go but I had to so it wouldn't eat me from the inside, hope it is somewhat alright)

"Max always thought it was ridiculous. The way he came about this whole… Thing.

Max had meticulously planned everything, ensuring he wouldn't be on rotations or have a patrol in a sector coming up. He also made sure Dan would cover for him if necessary, all while keeping his mate in the dark about the real reason for his trips to the Outer Rim. Danny teased him about it, thinking maybe he was just visiting some lady they met during one of their leaves or who caught Max's eye on a mission, that he was being shy about it, that maybe she wasn't human and Max wanted to keep it under wraps so Horner would get off his ass.

Come to think of it, his friend wasn't so far off.

Except, Max stopped feeling it was just a fling some time ago, between one encounter and the other. When he again hesitated too long. When his nearly perfect shot miraculously missed Max's TIE fighter every time.

They came so differently about this, the way they met, that Max started to wonder if it meant the same to them both, or if it was just him. Being stupid. Being played.

He checked his surroundings again, adjusting the collar of his civvies that he checked multiple times for bugs and trackers before departing. He was dressed plainly, like some ordinary worker, boring colours, no distinctive markings, no characteristic jewellery to identify him later, to catch someone's eye. Maybe he was right and Max was just paranoid, but he couldn't help but look behind his back, tense until he got back to base and no one pulled out a blaster and shot him in the head for treason. Then, even his father's influence wouldn't be enough to save him. He was truly safe and in control only in two situations — behind the helm of his ship, when he had his life in his hands, and when the door closed behind them and they were left alone in a cheap canteen room on some backwater planet.

Max preferred to be ready, to be safe and get in front of every situation, and it worked, but not when he came across him.

Max squeezed the glass with the Corellian whiskey on the rocks tighter in his palm, not his usual order, but here the options were heavily limited. His lips became a thin white line, and his spine straightened as someone walked through the main entrance, getting everybody's attention.

The person had a purpose in their step and a spark in the green eyes, the spark that rarerly dimmed. They were wearing an angry red leather jacket with some yellow and black thrown in and gloves, which they started to take off quickly as soon as they spotted Max. They looked and carried themselves like a pilot. Max cursed internally but didn't turn his gaze away.

The space had it's lights dimmed to create an atmosphere or to hide how dirty and old it was, but the braclets and necklces on the pliots body found a way to glisten in it, matching his eyes, giving him an aura of something magical, something you want to chase and find out about. Max stopped keeping count of how many times he chased that particular X-wing.

Finally, the person stopped in front of Max and sent him that damn dimpled smile that made the lingering fear seep out of Max almost completely.

Charles never was good at keeping a low profile."

[croquettish]

Just to add to the whole Mutt thing- the wooden dog toys Hans makes. I could definitely see that going one of two ways.

A) This is more of Hans showing his affection through gifts or (and more in line with your thoughts),

B) This is Hans attempting to bond with Mutt and being uncertain on how to do so because he didn't have a real bond with those hunting dogs. However, Mutt is important to Henry and so that makes Mutt important to Hans and he wants Mutt to like him, but so many of Hans's relationships pre-Henry are transactional and so he goes with what he knows. He doesn't realize that he doesn't need to do that because Mutt just likes him and doesn't need the toy (though Mutt does love the toys too)

For those of you who have no idea what this is about, the post about Hans' whittled dog toys is here and the post about Hans' knowing how to love animals is here.

Anyway, I agree! Hans loves showing affection through gifts, and I think that Mutt is absolutely part of that. Henry cares about Mutt, so obviously he has to care about Mutt too. Just another way of getting closer to Henry until their souls are so intricately and meticulously interwoven that he'll never leave him.

And of course by extension the way to Mutt's heart must also be through things! Hans doesn't think to gift things like food because to him that's not a gift, it's a given (needless to say, this changes over the course of the game). But things... everyone wants things, even dogs. Surely!

Though honestly I think that the dog toys are effectively a step up to his usual gifting game, as is his hope of finding Mutt. We've upgraded from things like "oh sure take some of my clothes" (zero effort) to things he made with his own two hands and then later things he stole with his own two hands. There's real love in that, more so than the promise of a castle. And beyond that, we know that Hans values acts of service most, to the point that he's willing to swap societal roles with him and do manual labor in defiance of the three states of man. Of course he'd view the act of finding Mutt as the ultimate sign of love and affection.

Another thing that we can take from the toys is that he's whittling them while thinking about Henry. (Or about Mutt, and Henry by extension.) This is during the divorce arc™️ and does therefore come with the added weight of... yeah, even while he's separated from Henry, he's at all times still thinking about him. Wanting to win his affections (unnecessary) or prove himself as worthy of Henry by doing things like looking for Mutt (also unnecessary).

I can't even imagine how dejected he must have felt seeing Henry accompanied by Mutt when he finds him at his poacher's camp. He'd had a plan, and not only did it fall through, Henry had to put all that effort in all by himself yet again. Hans couldn't even help him. No wonder he doesn't bring up the dog toys or his whittling later, he probably felt endlessly embarrassed and more than a little ashamed of his failure.

[gydima]

I couldn't resist. I started turning this Eoin-gets-turned-on-when-Paddy-fights idea into something more fic-like. Will probably write more at some point.

Have some filth!

Men call Paddy Mayne an animal, and they’re not entirely wrong. He is a wild thing, beyond the control of any man - except himself and, occasionally, Eoin.

Eoin hasn’t brought Paddy under his control, though. Paddy’s given over the reins himself.

It starts because it gets Eoin’s blood up every time Paddy raises his fists to a man. Eoin doesn’t quite understand what’s happening the first few times, unsure why he feels as though he himself has been in a fight each time Paddy is. He always feels winded, wired and worshipful to see Paddy’s knuckles covered in blood, bruises blooming across his pale skin. He can’t tear his eyes away when Paddy fights. 

He backs Paddy up when needed, of course, but it’s rarely necessary. The first time Paddy fights FOR Eoin, though. That’s different. 

Eoin squares up to another man, and Paddy asks, “May I?” before Eoin can raise his fists. Curious, Eoin gives a nod, and Paddy takes it from there. Eoin stands back and watches Paddy beat the ever-loving hell out of the man who’s insulted everything from Eoin's ancestors to his religion, even though the man is a Prod just like Paddy.

When it’s over Paddy turns to Eoin with a bloody, triumphant grin, and Eoin drags him into a half-hug, slapping him on the back with a laugh and a promise to buy the rest of Paddy’s drinks for the night. 

He doesn’t wait long before he has to go to the toilets. His cock went hard the minute Paddy’s bloody smile was pointed in his direction. Sometimes he thinks… he thinks Paddy would give him anything in his power. 

He groans at the thought and opens his trousers enough to get his cock out and start stroking himself off. It’s perverse, how much he’d like Paddy to take him into that bloody mouth and leave smears of red on Eoin’s cock. 

The lust in his belly surges as he imagines how roughly Paddy might let Eoin use him. Eoin could hold Paddy’s head in his hands, keep him in place and fuck his pretty, bruised mouth while Paddy drooled on his cock. Maybe Eoin could even push deep into Paddy’s mouth and force his throat open around his cockhead, come so far down Paddy’s throat that he couldn’t even taste it. 

He comes so violently his knees give out on him, and he has to brace himself with one sticky hand against the bathroom wall.

***

Eoin doesn’t purposely start the next fight - at least not consciously. But he might do the one after that. Definitely the third one. 

But that time Eoin doesn’t wait for Paddy to offer to step in. He stares at his opponent, then steps back and says, “Paddy? Do you want this one?”

Paddy grins and moves into the spot Eoin’s left open. “You know, I really do,” he says, eyes sharp and eager. 

Seized by some strange madness, Eoin grabs a handful of Paddy’s hair and shakes him a bit, forcing Paddy’s head back until their gazes are locked. “Get him, then,” Eoin orders, and pushes Paddy into the fray. 

Eoin’s dick is hard even as the fight starts. There are moments Paddy could end it, that he could knock the other man out and be done with it. A few times he darts a dark glance at Eoin, bares his teeth and lets the fight drag on. He’s brutal, bloody, and magnificent.

They get kicked out of the pub for that one, and they’re hardly a block away before Eoin grabs Paddy by his already ripped shirtfront and drags him into a dark alley. Paddy’s eyes glint, one already partially swollen shut, and he meets Eoin’s gaze without a flinch even as Eoin backs him into the rough stone of a darkened building. 

He could say something. Maybe he should have thought of what he'd say after all this time. But he thinks, just maybe, words might not be needed just now. So he reaches down and finds just what he expected with the palm of his hand: Paddy’s hard cock straining against the front of his trousers. 

“Good boy,” Eoin praises him. “Is there something I can do for you now?”

Paddy doesn’t respond with words. He rolls his hips forward, pushing his cock into Eoin’s grip, and Eoin grinds the heel of his palm down. “Go ahead, then,” he says, and curves his other hand over one firm round cheek of Paddy’s ass, urging him to keep his hips moving, humping into Eoin’s touch. 

“That’s it,” he says as Paddy pants into the space between them. “You deserve to feel good. Do you want to come, hmm?”

“Please,” Paddy groans, hips jagging forward hard enough that Eoin has to push his thigh in between Paddy’s legs, give him something more solid to rub himself off against. Of course it also provides friction to Eoin’s cock, but he does his best to ignore the stimulation. He wants to watch Paddy fall apart. 

He does it beautifully. The jerk of his hips goes uneven and he makes strained little moans, head thrown back and teeth bared as his cock twitches and shoots inside his shorts. When he starts to slump forward a bit, Eoin takes hold of his hair again, keeping him upright and watching hazy eyes blink up at him slowly. 

“Well done,” Eoin tells him, rolling his own hips forward and relishing the overstimulated hiss Paddy lets out. “Do you want another treat?” he asks. “All you have to do is get on your knees and open your mouth.”

Paddy’s mouth falls open on a gasp, and when Eoin loosens the grip on his hair, Paddy goes to his knees hard, scrabbling to open Eoin’s trousers. 

Eoin lets him, smiling down fondly. He doesn’t even have to guide Paddy’s head, because Paddy swallows him down like he was starving for it, bobbing and sucking and choking himself on Eoin’s dick. It’s clear he could have some skill if he weren’t so desperate for it, the tightness of his throat welcoming the breach of Eoin’s cock more than once before Paddy chokes again and pulls off to cough and spit some excess saliva on the ground. When he moves to take Eoin back in his mouth, Eoin grabs his hair one more time to hold him still. 

“Can you stay there?” he asks, and Paddy nods eagerly, as much as Eoin allows him to. “That’s good. Just open your mouth and hold still.”

Paddy does, tongue extended obscenely. Eoin rubs the head of his cock against Paddy’s cheek, then bumps it against the soft wetness of Paddy’s tongue. “Perfect,” he sighs, and fists his cock roughly until he’s coming across Paddy’s face and in his open mouth.

“Swallow,” Eoin says, pleased that Paddy waited for the order.

Paddy whimpers and obeys.

[peachhcs]

could we maybe get a glimpse of younger matt & bella or maybe their first kiss?

admitting feelings during truth or dare is kind of cliche but i feel like that's something that would've happened that led to them finally admitting their feelings HAHA

au masterlist

they'd been dancing a weird in between since school ended and now it was august and matt was leaving for erie in four days with no further progress made in their relationship. his friends kept telling him he needed to make a move or else he'd go to erie and she'd find someone else, basically pressuring and fear mongering the boy into asking bella out before someone else could. he knew their teasing was stupid, but a small part of him worried that what if it actually did happen?

what if some other guy asked bella out and she liked him more than matt because he'd be around more?

matt tried not to let himself think that though because him and bella did have something going it was just a matter of taking the next step to ask her out. the hockey player just didn't know how to..

bella was witty and liked things that were funny, always mumbling sarcastic remarks about homecoming asks, so matt wasn't sure if he did something similar that she would even like it. he wanted her to like it and his time was running out.

they sat in his room together while she helped him pack up his clothes. the only sound was the soft hum of music coming from bella's phone because she hated doing things in silence, always needing to listen to some type of podcast or music which was a bit ironic considering she was a tennis player and played most of her games in silence.

matt kept stealing glances at her from across the way, his mind replaying every scenario that would lead to him asking her out, but anytime he thought he had a good idea, he chickened and got scared to actually do it.

"you're really bringing all of these shirts?" bella raised her eyebrow after folding what felt like the 10th collared shirt matt owned.

"i mean i kind of have to. i'm a hockey player," the boy defended and bella slowly nodded.

"right. you have as much clothes as i do," she laughed. matt rolled his eyes though.

"i do not."

"yes, you do. you already have two full suitcases," they looked at the two big suitcases up against the wall. the hockey player flushed and then shrugged.

"it's all my suits. i have to have style for the games," matt defended, but bella wasn't buying it. she just smiled though as she continued folding and they fell into another comfortable silence.

the whole thing felt impossible even though it shouldn't be. matt knew bella like the back of his hand yet he had no idea how to ask her out.

the doubt clouded his mind faster than he could stop it. what if he really didn't know her? he cursed internally, shaking his head. he couldn't think like that. he did know bella.

"so are you excited or nervous or what?" the girl talked again, her eyes landing on the boy on the other side of the bed.

"maybe both? i'm excited to play but nervous to leave home," matt admitted.

"at least you're not too far away, so if you did need something it's really not that far from home," bella said and the boy nodded. that was the bright side of it and he was glad he wasn't going far, far from home. 3 hours was nothing.

"yeah, right. i'm excited for the experience though. i can't wait for you to come see me play," matt grinned and bella flushed.

"you better save me a front row seat. is that how it works?"

"i'm not sure, but i'll see what i can do," the two shared a smile and matt swore his heart felt like a firework anytime bella smiled at him like that. it was so sweet and soft, so much more softer than how she smiled at everyone else like he was her soft spot.

after another eon of packing, matt suggested going for ice cream at the local place down the street. him and bella walked side by side, their hands nearly brushing as she talked on about her summer intensive she was going to next week.

"charlie's gonna be there so i'm excited to see her. i may even go see her over in vancouver before school starts again," the tennis player beamed.

"that should be fun if you do it. i don't think i've been to vancouver in awhile," matt hummed. he kept eyeing bella's hand that was dangerously close to his, wanting to just intertwine their fingers but taking that jump seemed way too scary in his mind.

he was gonna be in erie by the time he got the courage to finally do something about these feelings.

bella got her usual moose tracks while matt stuck with plain mint. after paying, they sat at one of the benches, soaking up the warm weather and people watching. bella loved people watching, always having some type of story to make up about each person that walked by.

"i think it's their first date," she muttered quietly when her and matt looked over at two teenagers around their age at the next table over.

"what if they're like us though and just friends?" the boy wondered and the girl shrugged.

"maybe, but it's giving first date. he's all nervous and trying to impress her by talking about the goals he scored," bella hummed and matt eyed the two again.

now how did that guy gain the courage to ask her on a date? matt was desperate for some of that courage.

"she definitely looks like a newly divorced mom trying to keep her kids happy," bella pointed out another woman who just rolled up into the parking lot.

"i don't know if you can say things like that," matt said but the girl shrugged.

"do you think i'm wrong?"

he looked at the mom getting her 3 kids out of the car. the baby was crying and the other older two were tugging on her shirt impatiently.

"no.."

"exactly. i'd hate to be a mom stuck with 3 under 3 and no partner. like, that's my hell," bella shook her head.

"do you think you would be in a position where that would happen?"

"well, no. i hope my partner would never do that to me, but you never know. i could marry a man that hates me," matt blinked at her words. he was definitely certain that he wouldn't leave her, but he was getting ahead of himself. he hadn't even asked her out and he was already thinking about their future with kids.

"well, i hope you don't marry a man that hates you," matt mumbled and he missed the way bella eyed him as if she was trying to get him to take the hint. unfortunately, the boy was a bit blind when it came to that kind of thing.

the sat there for another half an hour just making up funny stories about people that walked by before deciding to head back to the house where the hockey player had a few more things he needed to pack away. bella mentioned how she needed to do her own packing and told matt she'd see him later when they hung out with some friends.

the brunette was a bit bummed, but that meant more time to devise a plan to ask her out. he sat with his thoughts while packing, testing out loud different things he could say but all of it seemed a bit corny after hearing it leave his lips.

"hey..brought this up. are you..talking to yourself?" johnny stuck his head into his little brother's room. matt's face burned in embarrassment.

"uh thanks and uh..no. i wasn't."

"are you asking bella out?" johnny being the older brother he was just had to poke his business into everything.

"uh..yeah," it was useless to deny it.

"i fucking knew you two would get together. i called that shit from a mile away. kind of bad timing though since you're leaving.." johnny came further into the room and his brother rolled his eyes.

"yeah, don't remind me. i've been trying to think of something clever but it's just..it's not sounding right," matt hoped his brother would have something better than what he was planning.

"well she's never liked anything extravagant, so you don't need to make it big. the best experience i've had is when nothing is planned and it just comes out on a whim. that's how you do it."

"yeah, but that's you. that's now how i do things," the younger boy rolled his eyes again.

"i'm just saying though. sometimes being unprompted is the best way. you're hanging out again tonight. maybe it will just come out then," johnny shrugged.

"i doubt it. i'd rather just stick to planning it out," matt said.

"okay, whatever you think, but don't be surprised when it just rolls off your tongue," johnny left the room much to matt's relief because he was actually being no help and the whole asking bella out thing was starting to feel hopeless.

maybe he really did just need to let her find a guy here that would be around and had more courage that matt did right now. the hockey player cursed to himself again, his thoughts sour.

jen made everyone punch and cut up some fruit knowing how much the kids liked to snack. matt paced back and forth across the kitchen, his mom eyeing him every time he passed the counter.

“what’s up, schaef?” she finally asked.

“it’s nothing,” matt shook his head but his mom knew him better than that. she raised her eyebrow.

“you’ve been pacing for five minutes now. is something wrong?”

“no, nothing’s wrong. just thinking,” the taller boy mumbled. jen didn’t usually pry and always wanted her boys to tell her things on their own time, but she hadn’t seen matt look so distressed in a long time, so she wanted to try and get something out of him.

“are you nervous about leaving?”

“like sort of,” he shrugged.

“i get it. it’s sad to leave all of your friends, but erie isn’t even that far from here. i’m sure everyone will wanna come down to see you,” jen assured and matt nodded.

she knew she still hadn’t gotten to the root of her son’s quietness though. he was a bit spaced out standing at the edge of the counter so jen kept talking, "when does bella leave for her summer intensive?"

matt's head snapped back to his mom at the mention of her, "uh..like a few days after i leave."

"is she sad you're leaving?"

"i think so, yeah. i dunno. she probably doesn't want me seeing her sad," the boy chuckled and his mom nodded.

"she's always been strong like that. you two have been hanging out a lot this summer."

"i mean we always hang out a lot," matt shrugged, not sure what his mom was getting at.

"i know, it just seems like more this summer. her mom and i always talked about how you two might end up together," jen was teasing but she quickly realized maybe the teasing was true because matt went quiet again. he looked at his mom and she raised her eyebrow.

"did i hit a nerve?" jen wondered and the hockey player flushed. he hid his face in his hands for a moment before nodding.

"we've been like..i don't know. figuring stuff out? we've been like..dancing around each other all summer and now i'm leaving and i just don't know what to do," matt admitted. his mom's expression softened out as she paused what she was doing to walk around the counter and hug him.

he folded into his mom's arms like she would just tell him everything would be okay.

"i get it. liking your best friend can be scary, especially when you're leaving, but if you really her then the distance doesn't matter."

"i know, but i just..i don't know how to like..ask her out. she's not the kind of girl who likes really showy things so i don't wanna disappoint her or something," matt frowned as he pulled away from his mom's hug.

"sometimes the best asks come when you're least expecting them. don't pressure yourself, okay? whatever happens, i know she'll like it," jen smiled.

"that's what johnny said. i just hate going with the flow. i'd rather have a plan and stick to it."

"and that's okay too, but i promise it will work out. don't worry," the older woman squeezed his arm. matt nodded, still feeling the same way he did before he told his mom what was going on, but this time he decided to take the advice and just hoped something would come out of his mouth by the end of the night.

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"truth or dare, matt," bryce looked at the hockey player, a smirk on his features. the boy flushed and eyed his friend with a look that said "don't try anything" because he knew his friends would say something stupid.

they'd been playing truth or dare for the last hour, most of it being stupid dares like posting something embarrassing on a story. it was all lighthearted but matt knew his friends loved to stir the pot and with them knowing he'd been trying to ask bella out...they were bound to try something.

"truth," matt said, watching how bryce leaned back in his chair and looked at their other friends.

bella sat on matt's other side oblivious to the looks being shared.

"is it true you have a crush on bella?"

the entire group fell silent. matt’s face reddened and he didn’t even dare to look over at bella beside him. god, he should’ve known his friends would say something like that. bryce was snickering with the others and poor matt was too red in the face to say anything.

this was not how he planned for things to go.

“come on, matty. answer the question,” bryce urged but nothing fell from matt’s lips. he was frozen in fear and embarrassment.

“i’m gonna get more snacks,” bella determined, swiftly standing up and turning on her heel before matt could even look at her.

he watched how she went inside and then he glared at his friends when he regained his composure.

“dude,” he looked at them.

“what? it was about time,” bryce mumbled.

“why’d you chicken? you could’ve told her!” nathan exclaimed.

the hockey player shook them off, quickly standing to go find bella and apologize for whatever just happened. he ignored the way his friends mumbled things under their breath as he walked away.

when he slid the doors back open his gaze flicked around the kitchen in search of her. god, what if she hated him now?

he heard rustling coming from the pantry. matt carefully poked his head in, relieved when he saw bella reaching for a bag of peanuts. she was on her tiptoes, her fingers brushing the bag but she kept missing it. she turned when she felt matt’s presence.

“can you help?” she motioned to the bag.

“oh, yeah.”

he easily reached the top shelf. when he handed her the bag he studied her face for any hurt or whatever from bryce’s comment, but there wasn’t anything.

“what?” she laughed when she noticed matt staring at her.

“i’m uh..i’m sorry for..bryce. he was just being stupid,” matt shook his head but bella raised her eyebrow.

“why are you apologizing? it was funny.”

the hockey player blinked. he studied her face for another second and still, there was no hurt or anything in the expression.

“you thought it was funny?”

“well, yeah. i mean i know bryce is always joking with that stuff so i didn’t take it personally. plus, i don’t need bryce telling me you have a crush on me for me to find out,” she laughed again and matt was speechless.

she knew? the whole time?

“wait you know?” he muttered and bella nodded.

“for the record, i like you too and i know i wouldn’t marry a man that hates me because i know you could never hate me.”

there was so much that just happened in the last thirty seconds. bella was staring up at matt still while he tried wrapping his head around everything.

“is this the part where i ask you out?” it was all he could think of, his cheeks reddening but not out of embarrassment this time.

bella giggled, “if you want it to be.”

“would you wanna be my girlfriend?” he smiled and bella did too.

“i thought you’d never ask.”

it happened so fast. matt leaned down to close the space left between them, his lips on bella’s in seconds. it was cliche to kiss in the pantry, but it was also perfect.

sure, matt never had a full plan, but this was probably the best outcome he could’ve gotten.

when they pulled apart there were big smiles on each of their faces.

“ask me the truth or dare next and we’ll go shock them,” bella smirked and matt laughed.

they went back outside where the others watched them carefully. bryce raised his eyebrow, wondering if anything happened. matt didn’t say anything as he pretended to ponder who to choose next.

“okay, bella. truth or dare?”

“wait, wait. you didn’t even answer yours,” nathan cut in.

“no, it’s not true,” matt tried to hide the grin on his lips while his friends rolled their eyes.

he looked at bella who raised her eyebrow.

“truth or dare?”

“dare.”

“i dare you to kiss me,” matt said and without hesitation, she reached forward to capture matt’s lips in hers.

they could hear the gasps leave everyone’s lips watching them kiss.

“hold on a minute,” bryce spoke up, confusion written all over his features.

“oh something totally happened between them when they went inside!” nathan exclaimed.

matt and bella didn’t say anything except smile at each other when they pulled apart.

[linkadraws]

Another fake screenshot from Hollow Mind, since y'all liked the first ones a lot!

Empress Reina's presence in Hollow Mind in a fanfic-like style:

– I can hear you...

As a familiar eerie voice echoed through the air, a flicker of surprise flashed across the faces of Luz and Hunter, who had just entered another one of Belos' memories. For a moment, they thought he was speaking to Reina, who was also in the room. But something felt... off. The empress, who had previously been idly tinkering with a set of instruments, suddenly froze. Her eyes scanned the room from top to bottom, as if expecting a jumpscare at any moment.

Belos walked toward the portal, just a few meters away from the two children, but then stopped and turned his head, as if looking at someone. But who? It didn't take long for the two to find out, thanks to a maniacal laugh that echoed from behind their backs. They spun around just in time to see a pair of brightly glowing eyes emerge from the darkness.

Not even a moment later, a shadowy figure slipped from the darkness like a snake, with the empress's tense gaze following its every move.

– You caught me! To you, who stray so far from home. To me, who's trapped beneath these bones. The draining spell will end it all. For her who wants to watch it fall. We'll play forever, me and you, when you'll paint the land in nine bright hues!

The shadow then conjured up a few nightmarish images, depicting a screaming Titan and people being reduced to dust. The overall image was... horrifying.

A sigh escaped Reina's lips as she began walking up the steps, following in her husband's footsteps.

– Here we go with the rhymes again... Can't you be slightly more original, Collector? Why don't you try singing next time?

– But that's booooring! I've already tried that. – replied the entity referred to as "the Collector", laying down in the arms of a nearby statue. – Is the Draining Spell ready yet? I wanna play and see everything go all aaaaaaahhh!!

– You'll have your fun on the Day of Unity. – Belos reassured calmly, turning around.

– Patience is a virtue. – added the empress while raising a finger, as if lecturing a little child. – Belos nodded in agreement.

– Yes, it is. Besides, you could use some too, Reina.

Reina's expression noticeably darkened. She furrowed her brows and placed a hand over her chest, as if personally offended.

– Excuse me? I most certainly don't!

After hearing the empress raise her voice, Luz couldn't help but notice Hunter's fists tightly clenching. It clearly put him on edge when Reina yelled. It was kinda nerve-wracking. And to think the lady had seemed so nice at first, back when she and Luz had just met. Turns out she was a liar, just like Belos.

The Collector, ignoring the usual bickering that often ensued between the spouses, carried on with his silly poems.

– Betrayed, beguiled, alone, deceived! We'll have our revenge on... Ugh, "unity" is so hard to rhyme.

– Hm... Have you tried "mutiny, dignity, opportunity, community, ingenuity"? – the empress threw in a few suggestions.

– Geez, thanks!

Watching the memory unfold before their eyes, Luz and Hunter stood there, shocked at everything they'd witnessed. Luz glanced at Hunter, wondering if he has any idea of what was going on, but he could only shrug in response. The situation was just as confusing to him as it was to her. Suddenly, much to the duo's surprise, a projection of Hunter from the past ran straight through present Hunter, piercing him through the heart. It definitely wasn't a pleasant feeling. The boy clenched his chest in shock, gasping at the sudden event. Meanwhile, past Hunter hurriedly went up the stairs, toward the place where the emperor and empress stood. Belos looked rather unhappy, while Reina watched her nephew with a mix of appallment and horror. Her face morphed into a grimace.

– Oh my. Hunter! For Titan's sake, what are you wearing?! – the woman tugged at Hunter's abomination-stained cloak, only to immediately recoil as purple sludge smeared her fingers. Her face twisted with disgust. She couldn't stand abominations. – And what is this?! You should be asleep by now.

– I’m sorry, Aunt! I-I know you didn't want me going to Eclipse Lake. But if I hadn't, I wouldn't have found this! – Hunter stammered, taking out a leaking portal key and showing it to the rulers.

As soon as the object came into view, the empress's eyes widened in amusement. She resembled a magpie that had just seen a shiny brooch.

– Is that the portal key?? B-but where did you-

Just as Reina was about to take hold of the key, Belos abruptly snatched it from the Golden Guard's hands. Reina turned to protest but was met with Belos' cold gaze. His glowing eyes bore into her, silencing her before a she could form a sentence. This caused Reina to change her demeanor and take a step back. Even the empress knew how dangerous it was to mess with Belos when he was in a foul mood.

– Don't. Even. Try. – he warned, turning his attention to the key and noticing a crack in it.

Seeing this, the past version of Hunter took a step back to hide behind Reina. It was safer that way.

– Some... of the Titan blood did spill. But-but if you let me explain-

– Leave. Now. – the blonde boy was cut off by his uncle's stern command, leaving no room for debate.

Feeling hopeless, past Hunter looked up at his aunt, seeking support. But the redhead only averted her gaze. Without another word, she lightly grasped Hunter's shoulder and shoved him away. Then, she gestured toward the exit.

– Come on. Shoo!

Left with no other options, the Golden Guard was forced to retreat. Reina coldly watched as her nephew walked to the door, his footsteps echoing through the room until he vanished from her sight. Once they were alone, an irritated sigh escaped her lips.

– God, don't let this one come out defective too. Now let me see it!

Not willing to wait any longer, Reina swiftly ran up to Belos and practically tore the key from his hands, marveling at it like a precious jewel. Her eyes sparkled. To this, Belos let out an annoyed groan.

– Like I said. You have no patience whatsoever. – he commented with disdain.

– Oh, do me a kindness and shut up. The key is ours! I can't believe it. – the lady's voice almost turned into a squeal. – Who knew these creations of yours could be so useful? You know, I’m even thinking to-

– BOO!!

– GAH!!

Without warning, the Collector sprang out from behind the portal door, morphing into the form of a terrifying beast. Startled, Reina instinctively leapt into Belos' arms. Only for him to immediately let her drop, expression unamused, and allowing her to hit the floor with a hard thud.

– Ahaha! Now I got you!

Despite being in a poorly lit area, both Luz and Hunter could clearly see Reina's face turn red from outrage, as she got back onto her feet and dusted off her dress.

– C-Collector! Would you kindly stop that?! You're going to give me a heart attack!!

Seeing her as red as a beet, Belos let out a dry smirk. – Hm. That's a nice thought.

– Oh, get lost.

– You know... for a moment I thought you were gonna go all... BUGAHHHH... on that kid.

The Collector then turned into a grotesque image of Belos with multiple freakish tentacles before returning to his usual form and resting atop the portal.

– Not as long as he stays on the right path. – Belos, once again, took the leaking key from his wife's hands and held it up with a hint of pride. – I say, "The Titan has big plans for you", and he does what he's told. And if that part fails, you can always teach him a lesson, can't you? – Belos' eyes were fixed on Reina. – Unlike with the previous attempts.

A smirk crept onto the redheaded lady's lips. Truth be told, she was somewhat proud of the work she'd done on the boy. At least now he was far more obedient than the rest.

– But of course I can. You know me. The lad is smart, but not nearly enough.

– I'm starting to think you two make those things just to destroy them. You have fun with it. Admit it! Ahahaha!

But Belos denied it all. Though by this point, Luz and Hunter questioned everything that came out of his mouth. Who knew if it was yet another lie?

– Of course we don't, Collector. It hurts every time he chooses to betray us.

– Ugh... Speak for yourself. I never got why the two of you are still doting over these creatures. What's the point of making them if they all come out defective?

Concerned by everything they've just witnessed, Luz turned to glance at Hunter. His face was vividly painted with discomfort and disappointment. He wouldn't admit it, but Luz could see that his world was slowly crumbling apart, as reality dawned on the golden guard. Then, without a word, Hunter turned and walked away from the memory, unwilling to hear another second of that conversation.

(Btw, this is my first attempt at writing fanfic in English, so don't be too hard on me! Also, English isn't my first language.)

[hanjifangirlie]

Darkness and harmony

Pairing: Han Jisung x fem!reader

Warnings: none

I highly recommend listening to your idol while reading.

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He saw your patterns. And surprisingly, he helped you hide them. Your bandmates had absolutely no idea, and you couldn't tell them. Not yet. They would freak out so much, might also kill you. You couldn't risk it.

When you saw the demon quokka outside your window, you instantly knew who sent it. He. Han Jisung, the demon boy group leader, the most handsome man you had ever seen. The person who knew.

As you opened the small duckie themed envelope the quokka gave you, you saw his handwriting. It wrote;

"we should meet up"

You didn't know whether to go or not. What if it was a trap. But, your intrusive thoughts told you to go, and you listened.

As you were walking on the rooftops of Seoul, looking down to the lighted city, with your weapon out, you felt him before seeing him. Then, you saw him. And he was looking absolutely gorgeous. Like an ancient greek god.

He spotted you too. You saw his eyes roanpm up and down your body, and stopping at your weapon.

"Why did you bring that?"

"Reassuring reasons."

"Am I really that scary, y/n?"

"Fuck off, Jisung. Why did you tell me to meet up anyways?"

"You have patterns. Demon patterns."

"I...I know." Of course he remembered. Shit.

"Do they know?"

"My bandmates? No. And I won't tell them yet. I won't risk losing them."

"How? How come is a demon hunter a demon herself?"

"My dad...was a demon."

"Oh, I see..."

"I feel so alone...and it feels like I can tell you everything, but...you are the enemy, Jisung. I'm supposed to fight you, not to open up my soul."

"Y/n... don't fight who you are. Don't fight your own self. You are only hurting yourself further."

"I don't have a choice. It's either fighting it or telling everybody."

"Then tell them. You are strong. You'll manage. And the ones who truly care about you and love you...they will stay. You're going to find harmony in your darkness. We all do."

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Bruh....i feel like i ended this way too early...but I didn't know whta else to write ughhh. Anyways, spam my requests, i have a huge writers block...

xoxo,

A🐿️

[crownedwithstars]

while I'm aware of the way Tolkien's views on Gil-galad's parentage shifted and Christopher Tolkien thought it was a mistake to make him Fingon's son in the published Silm, I personally prefer that version because that makes Gil-galad Nolofinwëan and the retrospective irony of it is so delicious and compelling.

I mean, the unrest of the Noldor culminates so much in the persons of Fëanor and Fingolfin, which Morgoth kept stoking so that they became more and more jealous and paranoid about one another, until one abandoned the other to face either icy death or burning shame. But that choice has a devastating consequence, because Fëanor ends up dying not five minutes after he's arrived in Middle-earth, and Fingolfin kinda sorta gets his revenge by eventually becoming the High King of the Noldor in Middle-earth.

it's like, Fëanor resented the idea of his younger brother usurping his place as the foremost of Finwë's sons, and Morgoth weaponized that fear so effectively that Fingolfin's offspring still holds the kingship when all three of them are long gone. And it's specifically the kingship Fëanor himself wanted: he left Valinor behind so that he could become a king and a lord of "unsullied light" in Middle-earth. But in the end it's three generations of Nolofinwëans being kings, and can you imagine how maddening that must be for Fëanor? It just lines up beautifully both with how even after Morgoth is imprisoned in the Void, his influence can never be removed from the world, and the terrible permanence of the Doom of Mandos: the Dispossessed they shall be for ever. The tragedy of the rift between two brothers keeps sending ripples through the history of the Elves.

also I think somebody else said this way back (couldn't find the post again) that Gil-galad dueling with Sauron to death is such a Nolofinwëan way to go. Challenging the Dark Lord and going down in a blaze of glory just like granddaddy. Plus, something something Fingolfin glittering like a star under Morgoth's shadow and the star imagery of Gil-galad... I just think it's neat.

[sysig]

maybe you should doodle however many or few starcon/helix/damned characters as you like (in human or alien form) in cute halloween costumes! imagine... ZEX dressed up as Ariel thelittlemermaid...

Day 26 - "I hadn't realized humans also had aquatic subcultures!" "Oh, well, uhm..."