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#2 days in Stockholm :D
creepyscritches · 19 days
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My mom is going on a cruise w her bestie to a lot of European countries she's not seen yet (hasn't been to/lived in Europe or Africa since shortly before I was born). She asked me what gift I'd like and tbh I just really loooooove spices and flavors I dont have the opportunity to discover/try here, but like 🤔 not sure if customs would bar her from bringing spices home. Maybe a cool rock or smth instead as I seem to be collecting small stone animals when I travel lately
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joonberriess · 8 months
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d o i w a n n a k n o w
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p a i r i n g : jungkook x reader
g e n r e : stalker-yandere au.
t a g s : obsessive!jk, stalking, yandere, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, non-con to dub-con (oc gives in but these are heavy non-con/dub-con elements), fingering, spanking, degradation, dirty talk (lots lmao), talks of baby-trapping, BREEDING KINK, unprotected sex, masturbation, hidden cameras, voyeurism, slut shaming(?), pussy spanking (doesn’t happen as much like you think it does lmao), blow jobs, head-pusher!jk, talks of imprisonment, actual imprisonment, there’s a cage for .2 seconds, dark!seven au, jk has lots of pet names, JK IS A SEX ADDICT AND WALKING RED FLAG, stockholm syndrome(?) debatable but tagging to be safe, morally grey!oc, oc is a anxiety ball, mentions of hoseok, oc has horny guilt LMAO, implied pregnancy, jk is CRAZY, size differences, jk corners oc a lot, face fucking, cum swallowing, lmk if i missed a tag!!
w o r d c o u n t : 19.8 k
s u m m a r y : “Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for someone new. Now I’ve thought it through, crawlin’ back to you,”
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How long has it been? Weeks? Days? Months. You weren’t keeping count anymore—haven’t been ever since that happened. You make your way through the busy crowd, headphones plugged in and some depressing song from your playlist ringing softly through both ears. It’s cloudy and breezy—a gloomy sight—you think there’s a chance for rain later on. 
“Excuse me.” You mumble under your breath and push past everyone, bumping occasionally into someone.
Every so often an uneasy feeling creeps up your spine, like you’re being watched or something. He’s here, a sinister little voice says in the deepest crevices of your mind. Your breathing picks up and you turn your head, vision hazy from how fast you’re walking to keep up with the traffic flow. 
Blurry—just faceless people going about their day and trying to get to their destinations. 
You slow down a tiny bit, your earbud hanging out of one ear as you take one good look around your surroundings. Nothing, just stores and faceless people combined with the sounds of beeping cars and engines that become background noise. You find yourself staring ahead of yourself, a grim expression and your lips pursed. 
“I’m losing it..” You whisper. 
You turn back around when you hear it. “y/n.” Your body goes stiff, his voice alone sends you into an anxiety-ridden frenzy.
Your breathing picks up and your feet start moving faster and faster. You keep looking back in all sorts of directions trying to pinpoint his exact location. The entire world feels like a blur, there’s so many voices all around you start wondering if they’re all him. It’s a nightmare-ish hell not knowing which one of them is him—or rather could be him.
 
“...Jungkook.” You quietly whisper. 
Slowly, the world comes to a halt once more—everything falls back into place—you flinch as droplets of water hit your face. The sounds of traffic bring you out of your trance and suddenly you feel like you have room to breathe again. You settle one hand over your chest and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 
“y/n.” A startled scream slips past your lips as you shudder violently and spin around. Jungkook’s arms constrict your movements with the way he wraps himself around you.
“Jungkook–let me go..!” You curl into yourself and try to move away, no one bats an eye as you two stand in the middle of the crosswalk in the midst of the crowd. Your smaller hands grip his forearms weakly as you desperately try to shove him off, “What are you doing, let me go.” You repeat, a bit more forceful this time. 
Jungkook only grins down at you and tugs you closer, “C’mon baby don’t be like that. How long’s it been? Weeks? Months? I know that you miss me deep down as much as I miss you.” He whispers down in your ear in that low husky tone he always spoke in whenever you two were pressed up like this. “Don’t be so cruel sweetheart and give me a kiss.” He dips his head down but you move at the last second causing his lips to drag along your cheek. 
You level him with a stare, “I don’t miss you at all, in fact I haven’t thought about you for months now,” you push against him with a grunt of frustration because he doesn’t budge, “My answer was no the last time and it’s no this time, what can’t you understand?”
“Because I know you’re lying to yourself. You say this but when I ask you to look me in the eye, you can’t baby.” Jungkook turns to give you a chaste kiss on the cheek once more, “I know you still want me—us.” He pulls back to look deep in your eyes, forehead against forehead.
Your eyes drop down to his lips and a sense of familiarity washes over you. You recall the times he had his lips on yours, from how soft his kisses could be to the way he kissed you with such passion/force like his life depended on it. Your eyes slowly find his own and for a second you forget you’re both in the middle of a cross walk in the sprinkling rain. 
“Don’t think baby,” Jungkook whispers as he leans down, “just feel.” 
A loud honk suddenly shatters the illusion, you flinch from the loud noise and yank yourself back. You hear Jungkook curse under his breath, “Don’t follow me, I mean it Jungkook.” Your voice is wobbly but you do your best to sound firm. 
You quickly turn on your heels and surf through the crowds of people, ignoring their pointed looks from your shoving. The metro is twice as crowded (more than usual), you easily blend in with everyone else on the platform. Occasionally you look over your shoulder to see if he followed but you see nothing. 
The familiar sound of a piano begins playing in your ear, you slip your other earbud back in and lean against the pillar as you wait for the train to make its stop. 
“I put a spell on you, 
because you’re mine,
You better stop the things you do, 
I tell you, I ain’t lying, 
I ain’t lying,” 
The train comes to a screeching halt and you push yourself off the wall, heading for the opened doors. You tuck yourself near the corner of the train in front of these old grandmas and group of highschool teens. You hold on to the pole in front of you and let out a breath of relief, heart coming to a slow and calm beat. 
You always get like this after seeing Jungkook, he works you up into a frenzy and when you run off you’re left with a stupid adrenaline high that takes what seems like forever to come down from. You’re always left with an ugly feeling in your stomach, dread clouding your senses and an immense amount of guilt. One of these days you feel like you’ll give in all over again. 
Jungkook just makes it so difficult.
At first it didn’t bother you fresh out of the breakup, you had been clouded with anger and frustration the first weeks. Then when weeks turned to months of him trying to get you back you started falling into denial. 
Was the breakup something you wanted? Why did you seem to enjoy the way he begged for you? No matter how hard you tried to push those thoughts away a ugly little voice in your head was always there to remind you. 
‘Admit it, you want to let him in.’ It’d say. You do, but no one has to know that’s how you really feel. 
Someone taps you on the shoulder nearly making you jump out of your skin as you turn to look at them. Some girl stands with an apologetic look on her face, “Sorry, I’m just trying to pass through.” 
You shake your head and step aside, “No, excuse me.” You mumble out and look up at the window, finding a reflection of yourself staring right back. 
The loud screeching noises of the train coming to another stop has you casually looking to the side. The doors open and more people get on, some exit and others like you stay put. However, right as the doors close that's when you see him.. Your heart picks up again and you stare directly back at Jungkook who’s standing there with a devious look on his face. 
“No, no, no,” you turn around and look for a way out, the next stop isn’t for another five minutes and you’re running out of space to get away so running off isn’t the best option you have right now. 
You start backing away, slipping through the crowd and whipping your head back and forth in time to see Jungkook advancing towards you with a predatory look in his eye. He’s zeroing in on you making his way through the people blocking his way. Your breath hitches as your back finally hits the wall, there’s nowhere else to run anymore, and Jungkook knows this too. 
“Running from me again?” He chuckles as he cages you in between him and the wall. He sets his hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you in. Your eyes dart around but no one seems to be paying attention, it’s times like these you wished people weren’t actually minding their own business. 
“I know you miss me,” his breath is hot against your ear, it sends chills down your spine and has you shuddering in a pleasant way, “I know you want me..” He drops one hand down to your hip, gently caressing over it with his thumb, “Can’t you feel how much I miss you?” He breathes out and presses right up against you. 
Your face grows hot in arousal, you can feel the print of his hard cock right up against your thigh pressing dangerously close. You bite back a low whimper and look up at Jungkook, “I-I,” 
He gently shushes you, “Remember what I said baby: don’t think, feel.” He slides his lips against yours. 
The kiss re-awakens the once hidden desire you had stored away in the darkest corners of your mind. Your eyes flutter shut and you tangle one hand in his hair, the other curls around his neck and holds him down against you. Jungkook seems to like that a lot because he lets out a muffled moan in your mouth, the hand he had on your waist now moving down behind to your ass. 
You can hear the train coming to a stop and your eyes open as you take the opportunity to look over his shoulder. People are gathering their things and standing from their seats, you know this isn’t your stop but hell, you’d rather walk the extra three blocks to get to work than be stuck on the train with Jungkook. 
“Baby,” he mumbles against your lip and desperately paws at your jeans. 
The second he pulls off your lips you duck under his arm, he turns to swiftly grab your arm and try to reel you back in. He misses you by a few centimeters. 
“Goodbye Jungkook.” You whisper and disappear in the crowd of people leaving him there by himself with the same hunger in his eyes he had earlier. 
When you step out onto the platform you slip your headphones back in trying to calm your racing heart once again, the song playing becoming an eerie reminder. 
 “Do I wanna know?
If this feeling flows both ways?
(Sad to see you go)
Was sort of hoping that you'd stay
(Baby, we both know)
That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day,” 
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Jungkook and you once had been happy together, you weren’t going to deny that. 
You had met through one of the rare nights you went out with friends for drinks and food. Your closest friend, Seulgi, had been the one to introduce you two, she thought he’d be perfect for you. Seulgi had NOT been joking around when she said you’d like Jungkook.
 
You both talked the entire night finding each other much more interesting than the alcohol that sat untouched. He had you hooked with his precious little bunny smile and playful nature, sure he had been touchy but who said you weren’t a little touch-starved yourself? You found yourself craving more of him, leaning into his touch and giving into his cute antics. 
The night ended with Jungkook asking for your number and promising you a private date later in the week. Dating Jungkook was a different story however. 
Jungkook was..different. You weren’t exactly used to the princess treatment and sudden obsession over you when you both began dating, you liked to think you didn’t like it but sometimes you weren’t so sure if you were saying that to convince yourself. Jungkook didn’t seem to have a single care for the world if it wasn’t about you. He was possessive, obsessive, jealous—everything that you should have looked out for according to the damn book. 
Yet you didn’t, you stayed by his side like a moth drawn to the flame. Jungkook had single-handedly managed to become your entire world, poisoning your mind with his sweet words and passionate kisses. He made you forget about everything, until there was nothing but him left.. 
Jungkook had come clean about his sex addiction even before you two started getting serious. You sat in silence when he opened up about his struggles and how it impacted his life. In a way you felt sorry for him, it was clear he didn’t ask to be going through this. Oh how you were a fool.. 
Jungkook stopped completely going to his sessions once you two made it official, at first you were worried but Jungkook always reassured you that it was fine. You let it slide for the first couple of months because you were stuck in the honeymoon phase of your relationship with Jungkook, too blinded to really see the problems brewing. 
His addiction became an inconvenience and disturbance in your lives. He went from fucking you at least two times a day to full blown whenever he could get his hands on you. It started off tame until he resorted to fucking you in places where you two could surely be caught. He’d bend to whisper darkly in your ear before whisking you away to some place “private”, where he proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of you.
You could never really resist his charms and begging whenever he wanted to fuck you. A sick part of you loved this—how he would pick you up like nothing and manhandle you to his liking, how he’d take what was his and worship the very ground you walked on. It gave you a sick thrill knowing you had him around your finger, but all good things have to come to an end don’t they? 
You come to the realization through Seulgi. “That’s not a relationship y/n,” she said, “it’s unhealthy for you and him to go on like this, this is more like an exclusive friends-with-benefits.” 
After hearing that you questioned everything in your relationship with Jungkook. So you did what you thought was the best in this situation: you left. 
You had felt horrible but what else could you have done? Jungkook wasn’t proving to you that he was going to try to get help again, and if he said he was going to he’d simply go for one or two meetings and then go back to that vicious cycle—and you were tired of it (physically and mentally).
Oh how you’d come to regret it.
“Hey y/n, I think there’s someone here to see you? I don’t know he didn’t tell me who he was but uh he told me to tell you he’s waiting for you down in the lobby.” One of your co-workers said as soon as you walked into the office. 
You gave her a quizzical look but she merely shrugged and went back to work. Trying to think of who it could be, you check your phone to see if anyone you knew texted you over coming to visit. It couldn’t have been Seulgi, she always called you ten minutes beforehand to let you know she was on her way. You don’t live close to family like that so they were out of the question. 
“Oh.” Realization dawns on you, “Jungkook.” You whisper and hurriedly run to the elevators, hitting the first floor button a bit too rough. “What does he want now?” First the train station, now your job? Were you safe ANYWHERE? 
The elevator dinged and you stepped out, looking around for the tall curly headed fuck who decided to yet again come bother you. You spotted him sitting there with a grin on his face as he stared at you from afar. With clenched fists you walk over, “We’ll talk outside.” You say through gritted teeth. 
Jungkook lets a low whistle slip from his lips, “Whatever you say.” He follows after you with a lazy strut, his eyes practically glued to your ass. You don’t even have to look to know. 
“What do you want now Jungkook?” You say without turning to look at him, you stand in front of a food truck cafe(?) just a little ways down the street. “I thought I made it clear the last time we spoke about us.” You smile briefly at the food truck employee and place an order in for the two of you. 
“Damn baby you’re so cold, not even a how are you Jungkook? Have you been eating okay or anything?” Jungkook chuckles, “When did you become so mean?” 
You side-eye him in disbelief, “Me, mean? When I’m literally the one being followed and stalked by you everyday since we broke up?” You say softly as you take both drinks and hold one out to him. 
Jungkook takes an annoyingly loud sip from his drink, grinning from ear to ear when he sees your annoyed expression, “I don’t see it as stalking, in fact I’m the one running around chasing after you just trying to get back together. You’re the one whose got it fucked in the head if you think I’m stalking you, unless you’re into that shit baby. I know you were into some weird shit but this?” He snorts.  
You don’t reply because you don’t trust your voice, or anything you have to say as a matter of fact. “Right.” He gives you a shit-eating grin while leaning against the food truck, “Admit it baby, you like it, I always knew you were a little fucked in the head but this? You like the chase?” He steps closer. 
The silence feels so loud between you two afterwards, you can’t look him in the eye right now. “Look,” you sigh softly, “I have to go.” You shake your head and give him one last look before you turn and head back to your job. 
He doesn’t follow this time. 
. . . 
“Secrets I have held in my heart,
Are harder to hide than I thought,
Maybe I just wanna be yours,
I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours,”
Jungkook sang under his breath while he sorted out a few wires, “Wanna be yours,” he trails off and lifts up the object he’s holding in his hand, “I wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust,” he whistles and walks towards the large glass window pane, “wanna be yourssss,” he ends with a soft little whistle note as he gets up on the small ladder he has with him. 
“That should do it.” Jungkook hums to himself, admiring his own handiwork. Jungkook takes a step back and looks around the room with a satisfied hum, when he deems everything fit he heads out, making sure not a single thing is displaced. “I just wanna be yours, wanna be yours…” 
A small green check mark lights up his phone, a robotic voice following shortly after, “Welcome, your new security camera system is now: activated.”
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“So you haven’t gone out or anything with anyone? I mean I kinda figured since it’s been like a few months since all that happened.” Seulgi off-handedly says while stirring her drink around with her straw, “C’monnnn you haven’t thought about it at least once?” She pouts. 
You shake your head fondly, “No not really. I kinda don’t have time to think about stuff like that, got a big project coming up and you know how that gets..” You sheepishly reply with a shoulder shrug. 
Seulgi gives you a ‘I know you’re lying’ look, “Sureeeee, I can count this many times on my fingers the amount of guys that have either checked you out or tried to ask you on a date.” She wiggles her fingers, “Is it cause of Jungkook? Cause if it is girl forget him! You’re single now, you need to go out and live a little.” 
You take a nervous sip from your drink and shake your head, “Look I don’t even know if I made the right choice in leaving him! We weren’t that unhappy, it was just his stupid sex addiction that was tiring me out! I could have just made him get some help and we would have been good,” you pout petulantly, “ ‘s just that sometimes I think I made the wrong choice.” 
“Babe, I love you and all but you need to be a little stronger than that. Jungkook is the same guy who beat up another because he hit on you, we’re talking about the same Jungkook who had a unhealthy codependency with you and was pretty fucking obsessive. I’d say you dodged a fucking tank.” Seulgi scoffs, “Besides, he would have just gone and did the shit he was doing whenever you tried sending him back to therapy.” 
You hated that she was right about everything. Maybe it was high time to see other people and try to get out there. Deep down the very thought of meeting someone who isn’t Jungkook didn’t settle right with you. As much as you loathed the idea you knew you didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. “I don’t know..” You push your empty glass to the side. 
“Hey,” Seulgi smiles sweetly and sets her hand over yours, “just think about it yeah? You don’t have to meet someone new, we can have fun in other ways like a girls trip or something!” Yeah a girls trip sounded nice.. “It’s getting late but give it some thought.”
You both pay for the tab and head out of the bar all giggles and smiles. “I’ll see you next week, yeah? Lunch is on me!” Seulgi waves after parting ways with you, “Text me when you get home!” She blows you a kiss. 
You pretend to catch the kiss with a quiet chuckle, “Bye.” You wave back, “Get home safe..” You mumble softly and turn to head in the opposite direction. 
It’s pretty late but you’re not too concerned given that people tended to stay out and live the night life in the city. You take one look at the night sky before plugging in your headphones, “She said goodbye, too many times before,” you mumble under your breath and lose yourself within the crowd of bustling people, unknowing of the hooded figure headed in the opposite direction. 
. . .
Jungkook had his hands placed all over your body. He sported a soft grin on his face, his onyx eyes watching in glee as little moans left your lips. “There you go,” he said, “let go for me baby.” He whispers darkly and leans down to slot his lips against yours. 
You lean into the kiss and whine softly, Jungkook doesn’t stop there as he brings your hips up in a bruising grip, pressing down and letting his hard cock rub against you. Your mouth waters a tiny bit just thinking about how he’d fuck you silly with that fat cock of his. It had you mewling for him, pawing at his sweats as you tried to get his cock out. 
“Ah-ah,” he stops you breathlessly, “not until I say so baby.” He stares down at you with a glint in his eyes, “Let me take care of you, I’ll fuck so you good you forget all about today baby, just say the word.” He says as he presses his forehead to yours, “Go on, say it.” He whispers. 
You jolt when his fingers slip between your sopping folds, rubbing up against your swollen and tender clit. “J..ungkook..” Your eyes shut in pleasure, “Please,” you grind against his hand, basically humping it at this point, “Fuck me, please, need it so bad.” You whimper. 
Jungkook chuckles, “Good girl.” He leans down to bury his face in your neck, “Good fucking girl.” 
Your eyes snap open and you jolt upwards in bed. You try to control your labored breathing with a hand over your wildly beating heart. “What the..” You look around your room, not a single thing misplaced. You figured it was another one of those nights—another “dream”. 
“What is wrong with me..” You whisper out and bury your face in your hands, blinking away your disoriented gaze. You sit in bed like that for a few minutes calming your racing heartbeat and the throbbing you feel between your thighs. 
This wasn’t the first time you’ve had a wet dream like this, it’s been a normal occurrence for weeks now. You’d go to bed then wake up soaked in sweat (and other places you don’t mention) and then go back to sleep hot and bothered. It was on repeat at this point. 
Your tired eyes shifted over to the alarm clock sitting by your bedside, “Two am..” You chuckle humorlessly and shake your head, “God what is happening to me..” You mumble and lay flat on your back. 
You stare at the ceiling for a few minutes just collecting your thoughts and trying to get a grip on yourself. “What is that?” You mumble in confusion and squint your eyes when you see a small red dot blinking back at you. “I must be going crazy.” You shake your head and turn on your side. 
The red dot blinks the entire night, sitting so innocently up high.
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“You’re single now, you need to go out and live a little.” It rings in your head the entire morning. 
Even as you sit there in your private office you swear you can hear Seulgi’s words loud and clear in your ears. It’s really starting to bother you now, you’re half tempted to take your lunch early and nap or something. 
After waking up from the wet dream you had tossed and turned in bed for a good hour because Seulgi kept coming up. You swear you feel like you’re going crazy, this was just as bad as getting an annoying song stuck in your head. If not even worse. 
“Hey y/n,” Hoseok peeks in, “got a minute?” 
You lift your head up with a tired smile, “Sure, sit down.” You gesture to the chair, “Did you need something?” 
“Well kinda..? I don’t know if that’s the proper wording but yeah, but first here,” he sets a perfectly glazed cream donut on your desk, “Soojin brought some in and I figured you could use one.” He sits down across from you, “How are you?” 
You look down at the delicious looking donut sitting on the paper plate, “I’ve been..okay. Not the best but you know how it is with these big projects,” you accept the donut, “what about you? How’s the presentation coming along?.”
Hoseok shrugs, “It’s going okay, can’t say I’m too enthusiastic about it but it’s whatever. Anyways, that’s not what I came for,” he sheepishly smiles, “I was wondering if you were free tonight?” 
You stare back at him in awe, “Tonight? Oh, well,” your mind drifts off to the same words from last night, “I’m free..” You mumble while playing with your desk plants, “So…tonight?”
“Yeah..sure,” he sags in relief, “so..see you tonight?” He smiles. 
“Tonight.” You nod smiling back at him. You’re not so sure if your own smile mirrors his enthusiasm, but you tell yourself not to think that way. He says a quick bye and runs out of your office, leaving you a tiny bit doubtful. “Damn you Seulgi..” You mutter under your breath. 
When he’s for sure gone you take your phone out and begin dialing Seulgi knowing the girl is on her break by now. It rings forever and ever until it sends you to voicemail. “That’s funny..” You mumble, usually Seulgi never misses a call, and if she does she texts you during the call letting you know if she was able to talk or not. You check your messages and see nothing. 
“Hmm,” you call one more time but this time the call immediately declines. She must be busy, you think as you send her a quick text. ‘Call me ASAP, I just got asked out by that one guy I told you about.’ 
After hitting send you think nothing of it and turn your attention back to your monitor, blissfully unaware. 
. . .
The phone finally stops buzzing and Jungkook releases a sigh of relief as he shakes his head, “So fucking annoying.” He mutters while setting the device down on the counter. 
He sees it light up with Instagram notifications but he can’t be too bothered with those at the moment. He stares out the window with the coffee mug brought up to his lips, it’s a beautiful day out today..reminds him so much of you.. 
“Flowers would be nice..” He hums, “Maybe some chocolates.”
The phone pings loudly once again—a few times at that—and this time Jungkook can’t ignore the stupid phone and peers over to look at the screen. He nearly doubles over when he sees your name on the screen, “Shit.” He hisses when a bit of coffee spills on him.
When Jungkook cleans up the mess on himself he turns the phone back on, his eyes scan over the message, almost manic and anxious. But just as quick as his smile came it was gone..it was replaced with an unbridled rage. His grip on the phone tightened until he suddenly flung it violently into the wall, hearing the screen shatter and clank to the ground loudly. He was trembling with rage.
“So it’s gonna be like that..? Just gonna..throw me away?” He mutters darkly while staring blankly at the wall, “Cute.”
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“Gave you all the money, gave you all my heart, your masquerade party, I was fucking drunk,”
You hum while taking a sip from your glass of wine, mindful of the baby pink robe you had on. It had been about a good hour with you just sitting there in front of your vanity listening to music and drinking wine. Seulgi still hadn’t gotten back to you—let alone open the messages you left her—you were getting worried now, half-tempted to call her again. You decide against it though because Hoseok messages you about the restaurant.
“Ugh…where are you,” you mutter quietly while tapping on Seulgi’s profile in hopes of her being active on Instagram, “could really use your help..” You shake your head. 
You give up after seeing that she hasn’t been active at all, in fact the last time she was active was literally yesterday when you both split up after the bar. You wonder if work was kicking her ass too. “Whatever.” You send her a picture of you curled up in your chair throwing up a peace sign, ‘wish me luck xoxo’. With that you finish getting ready. 
You don’t realize how much fun you’re having until you go for another sip of wine and then realize you completely drained both the glass and bottle. A soft pout forms on your lips as you drop your eyeliner over the surface, “Well that sucks.” You softly sigh as you stare at nothing (you must be tipsy given that you spaced out like three times before this). “Ugh.” You groan and push yourself off the chair. 
“Stupid robe,” you shove the silky garment off, letting it pool at your feet as you stand bare in your lace panties/bra. 
In your drunken haze you spot the same red blinking dot from the other night but this time it’s by your bookcase. You stop for a few seconds and stare at it before rolling your eyes, “That’s it, I’m literally going insane.” You throw on your pretty little silk dress which falls off your shoulders and manage to find both Prada loafers you were looking for all day since you got home.
You pose in the mirror for a few seconds before huffing and going to get your phone, “Seulgiiiii,” you whine into the phone, “it’s not funny anymore answer meee, I need you to tell me if I look good or not.” You lift your phone up to show your entire outfit to the camera, “Stop being a bitch,” you hiccup drunkenly, “okay gotta go, love you.” You mumble and stop recording. 
With your look being done you gather your coat and purse. As you wait for the elevator doors to open you feel your phone buzz and out of curiosity you fish it out of your purse and turn it on to check it. “Finally,” you sigh in relief when you see who sent you a message, ‘looks great mama, where you guys heading?’ 
“Mama?” You snort but bite your lip in excitement and start typing back.. 
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The place Hoseok chose happens to be the same restaurant Jungkook took you to when you finally broke up with him. You stand outside with pursed lips. This place was bringing back memories—ones you worked so hard to repress and store away for good—and now you were forced to come back to the only place you swore to never step foot in again. It wasn’t like it was Hoseok’s fault, how could he have known? 
“Hey,” you say once Hoseok picks up the call, “no yeah I’m here, I’m outside.” You cover your ear with your other hand and walk around a bit to avoid the crowds of people walking by.
“I’m like less than five minutes away, traffics really fucking bad tonight,” Hoseok chuckles on the other line, “You should just go in, I made a reservation under my name already, that way you aren’t standing outside or anything since the weather’s bipolar as hell.” 
You chuckle softly, “Okay, I’ll head inside and wait for you then,” you turn to walk back when you suddenly freeze up, body going eerily still. 
“y/n? You still there?”
You stand there in sheer terror when you see who’s sitting there leaned back on top of the hood of his car. Jungkook’s eyes are already on you as he watches from afar with a soft smirk on his face. You notice that he has a large bouquet of flowers sitting in his other hand. “Y-Yeah I’m here,” you whisper, “I just dropped my purse I gotta go I’ll see you when you get here.” You hang up in a hurry and start walking faster. 
“Hi baby.” Jungkook licks his lips when you’re face to face, “Don’t you look darling? What’s the special occasion?” You hate it when he looks at you like that, like he’s ready to flip your dress up and fuck the living shit out of you in front of all these people. “What’s the matter? Cat’s got your tongue.” He pushes himself off his car and comes to stand right in front of you. 
You look Jungkook up and down, god he looks so good right now in his white and black striped shirt jean combo. His hair's messier than usual too, you just wanna grip it tight like you used to whenever he had his face buried between your thighs— “Baby?” He grins in amusement. 
“What are you doing here?” You swallow nervously while your eyes dart back and forth. You don’t even fight it when Jungkook’s hand comes to rest on your hip his thumb rubbing over it gently
“Ain’t it obvious?” He chuckles, “Came for my baby.” 
You don’t bother to ask him how he found out about you coming here, you see Hoseok’s car pull into the valet a mere few feet away from you guys. That certainly has your breathing picking up, “You need to go,” you push at his chest, “right now Jungkook, please.” You whisper out in absolute fear. 
“Why?” Jungkook’s smile drops as he stares at you with a cold look. His eyes follow yours and he stares darkly at Hoseok, “Oh I see now baby, scared your new boyfriend is gonna find out?” 
“Stay away,” you wheeze as you try to control your breathing while stepping back, “I swear if you ruin it I’m going to hate you forever.” You point a finger at him while rushing into the restaurant. 
As your breathing evens out you jump in terror when someone’s hands come up to rest on your shoulders. “y/n! Oh shit, my bad I didn’t mean to scare you.” It’s just Hoseok.. 
“No it’s my fault I wasn’t looking.” You whisper with a hand over your chest, “I didn’t go because I saw you pull up and wanted to wait for you.” You finish lamely. 
Hoseok can see how nervous you are right now, he looks at you like he isn’t so convinced but he doesn’t push it luckily, “Okay, let’s go.” He smiles and offers his arm to you. 
As you both stand in front of the hostess you can’t help but turn back to look outside. Jungkook’s still there where you left him, staring at you and Hoseok with that knowing look in his eye. You’ve seen it before too, and it sends a tremor down your spine while Hoseok leads you away. You sincerely hope he doesn’t do what you think he’s gonna do..you don’t know if you’ll die then and there. 
“I hope you don’t mind I chose this place, heard it’s really good here.” Hoseok pulls the chair out for you, “In case you’re disappointed or something, not that I’m implying that it just seems like you’re kinda lost here.” He says with a sheepish smile while taking his seat across from you. 
You quickly shake your head, “No, no it’s fine. I’m just a little scared from earlier is all,” you take a large gulp of water, “You know how it is with anxiety and all that jazz.” You try to brighten the mood with a smile. Hoseok luckily lets it go rather quickly and you both fall into a comfortable conversation while the bustling restaurant behind you becomes (a rather comforting) background noise. 
You quickly come to realize Hoseok’s rather pleasant to talk to. He’s the textbook definition of a gentleman with you, he makes sure to listen attentively to you and isn’t afraid to show you how invested he is in your business. You like the attention he’s giving you given that it’s been a cool minute since anyone had truly sat down to just listen to what you had to say etc. You like talking to him, a lot more than you find yourself willing to admit out loud. 
You even forget about Jungkook. 
“How’s the food?” He asks with a grin. 
“Mmm,” you nod while wiping your lips with a napkin, “delicious, I don’t think I’ve ever been to a place where they actually made my steak the way I asked for.” You giggle shyly while hiding your smile behind your hand, “What about you?” 
Hoseok shrugs, “It’s alright I guess,” this makes you burst out laughing, “what..?” He chuckles, “I’m being honest! Here, try some of mine you’ll see what I mean.” He holds his fork out to you and clearly you don’t expect him to feed you but at this point you don’t care you’re having too much fun right now. 
“I like that you offered me literally what I’m already having, just slightly more medium-rare.” You snort, “You’re so funny you know that?” You lean your head against your hand with a fond smile. 
“I’ve been told.” Hoseok gives you a closed-eye smile, “I think you’re funny too y/n, this might be one of my most favorite nights ever.” He slowly slides his hand over your own, just letting it sit there but you can tell he wants to hold yours. 
You find eye contact too intense and avert your gaze down to your intertwined hands. It feels so right..but so wrong for some reason. The same ugly voice starts whispering things in your head, ‘He’s not Jungkook, I bet Jungkook can fuck us ten times better than this guy.’ You bite down on your lip to suppress your annoyance, you have to find a way out of this—and quick. 
The interruption comes in a rather unorthodox manner as the chandelier suddenly comes plunging down right next to you guys. You jump in terror and pull back, “Oh my god–” You quickly stand up to avoid any debris. Hoseok jumps out of his seat too, rounding the table to crowd you as he asks you various questions like: “Are you okay?” or “What the hell just happened?” 
Through all the commotion you see Jungkook at the bar, propped up against the mahogany wood with a toothpick in his mouth and a sinister look. You feel another wave of anxiety take over slowly as your hands become clammy and your balance a bit unstable. “I’m g-going to the restroom.” You tell Hoseok and rush away, not bothering to stop and hear whatever he has to say. 
At the same time you see Jungkook push himself off the bar and start making his way over. “No, no, no.” You mumble and pick up the pace, rushing down the empty hall and towards the women’s restroom. You should be safe in there right?
The bathroom is dimly lit by the cheap fluorescent lighting, you push through and make your way into the last stall and lock yourself in there. Your breathing is labored and comes out uneven, or at least you think it’s uneven. You don’t know and you’re not exactly worried about that right now. 
With an exhausted sigh you slump against the wall and let your head thud against the tile gently, “God this is a mess..” You mumble and hide your face in the palm of your hands. You sit in silence, the small buzzing sounds that the lights make keep you from wallowing in your misery as you slowly start coming to your senses. 
You’re hyper aware of everything going on around you right now—the sounds of the water drops from the faucet, murmurs of staff outside, the lights—everything. You perk up when you hear the low creak the door makes as it’s pushed open. It hits the door frame with a dull thud—creaking even. You don’t give it too much thought until you hear it. 
You sit straight and push yourself as far as you in the corner, trembling as the sounds of his expensive oxfords click against the tiled ground. Jungkook whistles a low tune, pushing the very first stall door open. When he finds nothing he goes to the next, then the next, and then the next. You put a hand over your mouth, watching as his shoes slowly come into view as he makes his stop right next to your stall. 
When he finally comes to a halt in front of your stall he stands there calmly, whistling even more now as he patiently stands there. You stare at his shoes in horror and peek through the small crack in the door, he stands there with an intimidating yet scary smile. The whistling really sends your nerves into overdrive as you shakily reach for the latch. 
With a click it unlocks, you wait with a bated breath and then slowly push it open. Jungkook slowly comes into view, he stares at you silently just taking you in with his dark eyes. You stare right back with your lips parted in a silent plea. For him? You don’t know what you want from him right now, but lucky for you, you don’t have to do too much thinking. 
Jungkook grabs your face in his big hands, shoving you into the stall again as he kicks the door closed with a loud bang. His lips are on yours in seconds as he pushes you up against the tiled walls, huffing quietly against your lips as his hands come up to tug you close, body against body. You whimper in defeat and finally give into that stupid voice that plagues you in your nightmares. 
You bury your hands in his hair and move your lips against his own just as passionately. He hums in approval and snakes his hand under your thigh to grip it, you take it as a sign to wrap it around his waist. With this position your throbbing little cunt is pressed right over his hips, closer than most times he’s cornered you. 
“Mm..ah..Jungkook,” you whisper in between the harsh kisses, “wait–mm,” his lips sloppily claim yours kiss after kiss until saliva begins dripping down the corners of your chin. You arch your back and push your hips into his rather demandingly, “Jungkook, please.” You mewl softly while moving in slow circles against him. 
“Please what baby? After you tried to give away what’s mine to that little priss outside? You think you really deserve it baby?” He growls, “You’re fuckin’ mine,” he presses you harder against the wall, “letting that motherfucker put his hands all over you…after you’ve been so mean to me and run off everytime you see me? Gonna make me beg for it sweetheart is that it? You want me to beg for that little pussy?” He cups your cunt through your panties, pressing the palm of his hand firmly against you. “Hm?” 
You cry out quietly and shake your head, “No–I wasn’t gonna,” you throw your head back with gritted teeth. He interrupts you with a sharp smack against your cunt, one that has you keening in humiliation and arousal, “Jungkook..!”
“Wasn’t gonna what, hm? Were you planning on giving him this slutty little pussy after all? Were you going to lie to me sweetheart, is that it?” He growls low in your ear, “You can fuck him all you want baby,” he whispers as his fingers dip into your soaked panties, “but you know deep down no one is the same as me, no one knows your slutty little cunt better than I do baby.” 
Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as he sinks two thick fingers into your poor throbbing pussy. There’s a sloppy squelching noise that resonates between you two as he fucks his fingers deep inside. You let out shuddery breaths and cling to his shoulders, pawing at him desperately as you tighten your leg that hangs uselessly around his waist. 
“Hear that baby? Bet he wouldn’t be able to get that little pussy talkin’, wouldn’t know how you like it fast and hard you filthy slut.” He leaves marks over your neck and shoulder, uncaring that your “date” was still sitting outside waiting for you to come back. 
He pounds his fingers knuckle deep, brushing them up against that spot that drives you crazy. Your moans spill from your mouth uncontrollably, they go from breathy and high-pitched to loud and clear. If anyone were to walk in it’s over, for fucks sake the door isn’t even closed! 
“J-Jungkook..” Your eyes slip shut and you whimper, “More,” you gasp out and tug him closer. You turn your face and slide your lips against his mouth in a slew of messy kisses and kitten licks, “Please..” 
“More?” The palm of his hand smacks against your sopping folds from the force of his movements, driving his fingers in deeper (as much as it allows him to be honest). He pistons them in and out of you quickly, so fast your pussy tightens around the thick digits greedily, your orgasm building in your core steadily from the hot pleasure. “Like this? Or like this?” He purrs as he brushes against your g-spot teasingly. 
“Like that..!” You throw your head back and moan, “Oh god…” You whisper, eyes clouded in tears of pleasure. 
Jungkook kisses up your shoulder and towards your ear, “Let go for me baby, I got you.” He whispers hotly in your ear, “Cum all over my fingers sweet girl, make it messy like you know how to.” His wrist flicks up, fucking your pussy with his fingers almost like he’s actually fucking you—the same force and brutality. 
Your legs quiver, pussy squeezing around his fingers as another dollop of slick runs down his wrist and your inner thighs onto a small puddle that formed during the finger fucking session. “Jungkook..!” You wrap your arms around his neck and press your forehead to his, “Yeah–like that,” you whisper breathily while staring into his eyes, “gonna cum.” You bite your swollen lip and muffle your moans. 
Jungkook licks his lips hungrily, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. When he feels your thigh stiffen he slots his lips against yours to swallow your moans and whimpers as you finally cum. You ride out your orgasm on his fingers by grinding back and forth on his hand. Loud whines and cries slip from your lips as you greedily fuck yourself on him, only stopping when your poor cunt throbs from overstimulation. 
The air between you two is hot, everything slowly comes to a halt and you feel like you can breathe again. Jungkook’s lips slip from your own with a smacking noise as you slump against the wall whilst panting softly. Jungkook easily follows, leaving gentle little kisses all over your neck to soothe the bite marks he had been leaving prior. 
“Mm–off,” you tiredly whine and shove at his arm, “ ‘s too much.” You mumble. 
Jungkook lets his fingers slip out from your gaping cunt, he doesn’t bother with cleaning his fingers and merely sucks the digits in his mouth, licking them clean with a devious look on his face. Before you can even think about anything Hoseok suddenly pops back into your head. Your eyes widen when you realize you left him out there all by himself. 
“Oh no, no, no,” you mumble out while pushing Jungkook off and scrambling for some toilet paper to clean yourself with, “fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jungkook stares at you with a brow raised given that he’s never heard this many cuss words leave your mouth ever. 
“What’s wrong?” He moves to cage you in, “Where you goin’ baby?” He lazily drawls out. 
“Back out there,” you snap in annoyance, all this pushing and shuffling around in the tiny ass stall has you irritated and feeling claustrophobic, “I can’t just pretend like Hoseok isn’t out there waiting for me.” You mumble while wiping at your inner thighs. 
Jungkook shrugs darkly, “I can.” He says so easily, “C’mon sweetheart, forget about him.. We can go back to my place and I can fuck you so good,” he whispers out while pushing you against the wall, “can fuck you on my bed all night baby.” He grins, “Might not even make it with how sexy you look in this little dress.” He whistles. 
“No Jungkook,” you sigh tiredly, “whatever happened just now is a one time thing, it shouldn’t even have happened! Especially here of all places, are you insane?” You shake your head and throw your trash out, “I mean it.” You look up at him, “Now get out of the way please.” 
Jungkook licks his lips, “Give me a kiss sweetheart.” He calmly says. You stare at him in disbelief but when he makes no effort to move out of your way you timidly reach up to cup his face and bring him down for a gentle kiss. Jungkook hums softly as he pulls back with half-lidded eyes, “Come home with me.” 
“Goodbye Jungkook.” You whisper and push past him as you hurry out of the bathroom. This was so not what you were planning.. 
+
“Your call cannot be connected, please try again,” A sigh of frustration leaves your lips as you hang up the call and close the app, “This is the fifth time..” You slump over on your sofa mindlessly scrolling through your messages. 
It’s been a week since Seulgi suddenly went AWOL on you. You had texted her to see if she was up to go out for lunch but you got no response, and for days now her replies seemed dry and odd. Something just felt completely off with her and now you were tempted to go over to her apartment yourself to see what was going on with her. You prayed and hoped she was okay though, wherever she was. 
With a fruitless sigh you toss your phone on the couch and sit there listening to the pouring rain outside. The sky was a gloomy pale blue color contrasting to the city lights below, the people walked on without a single care for the weather. You should know given that you spent your afternoon sitting in front of your large window watching the people and cars down below with a warm mug of tea on your lap. 
“Seulgi..where are you.” You whisper softly while curling into your blanket. You’re watching a random tv show when suddenly a loud clap of thunder and everything around you darkens slightly. You sit there in silence staring at the once animated flat-screen. “Greatttt.” You groan out and rub your temples, “Just what I needed, perfect.” You push yourself off the couch and head over to the dinner table to turn on the candles there. 
Not even a few seconds pass by when suddenly everything re-animates, you hear the sound of your microwave starting up, the tv turning back on, and the lights once again brightening the entire room. You stand there with the candle halfway in the air, a look of annoyance etched on your features. “Make up your mind will you?” You scoff and head into your room with your phone, intending to re-connect your phone to the wifi along with your other devices. 
You turn your computer on with a lazy hum and let it start up while you check your phone’s connection status. You mindlessly tap on the screen, accidentally clicking your bluetooth tab instead of the wifi one. Before you exit the tab you suddenly go still, “Oh?” You see a new name sitting there instead of your usual speaker etc. 
“Monitor system: 1.” You read out loud, a brow raising in confusion. Your home first off was huge, these weren’t your regular apartments—no these were massive luxury condos mixed in with penthouses. You lived on the top floor and most condos were separated handsomely with each having their own space to prevent any noise complaints. For there to be a new connection/device around only meant that it was coming from your home directly. 
Your neighbor’s walls weren’t nearly as thin for your phone to reach their own wifi radius, let alone their devices. This new device was inside your apartment. 
You stride over to your computer with purpose, immediately wasting no time in logging on and opening one of your newest softwares you currently had been using for work purposes. It acted as a signal tracker of all sorts, it was able to get the job done (via IP addresses of certain nearby devices). You waste no time in entering the information you needed, the sound of your fingers diligently typing away at the keyboard filling your otherwise quiet bedroom. 
The computer gave you an endless source code, you read along the lines of it and came to find out it was one of those hidden cameras judging by its original source name. You scroll down a tiny bit and your breath hitches in horror, the coordinates it gave you were a mere few feet away. You wouldn’t be able to exactly pinpoint the location but knowing the signal was coming from anywhere inside of your home sent chills down your spine. 
Your breathing picks up as you look around your seemingly innocent bedroom, not a thing misplaced or out of sight. You were a minimalist so it wasn’t like you had too much clutter sitting around. It can be anywhere, it can be anywhere, it can be anywhere. You repeated like a mantra in your head as you began tearing apart your bed, shoving at the pillows and comforters. 
You have to find it. 
. . .
Jungkook swiveled his computer chair side to side while watching the scene in front of him through his brightened computer monitors. He had three sitting around him all showing him different angles and displays. On the screen he gets a clear picture of your panicking form mindlessly throwing things around your room, looking under every crevice and surface—practically tearing your room apart to find his cameras. 
“Cute.” He chuckles softly while biting his thumb, “Do you think she’ll actually find them though?” He turns his head to look at his guest with a crazed look in his eye, “Or do you think we’ll have another week with them up? I mean she’s my smart girl, ain’t a computer whiz for no reason.” He mumbles more to himself. 
A low whimper—albeit muffled—comes in response, he hears shuffling behind him so he turns his chair around to look at the source of his oncoming headache. “Oh right, I forgot you can’t talk with duct tape on your mouth.” He laughs quietly while shaking his head, “I think I like you better this way though, you were always loud.” He turns back around and goes back to watching you. 
“Any day now..” 
+
The day that came after the rain was both clear and windy, you found it a perfect time to spend some time at the gym to get some things off your mind (also because you paid a hefty amount of money for this membership might as well?). You started off tame with the treadmills before you went off to some random machine, what you liked about this gym was that it was hardly ever packed. Introverts like you LOVED that. 
“I watched a change in you, it’s like you never had wings,” You nod along to the song’s steady rhythm, fully enjoying the guitar in the background. The sweat was building up rather quickly as you paced yourself, you were looking forward to having a good workout today, hopefully last night's events fade away into nothing. 
After you had found out about the hidden cameras, yes cameras, you went on a rampage tearing your entire house down. You were desperate to find them, not even the full blown smoking session you had after miserably failing to locate the things could soothe your poor mind and give you a night's rest. You were up tossing and turning, you think you got an hour max of sleep if anything. 
Just thinking about how you failed last night is enough to have you pushing through your burning muscles and keep going. You quietly pant in frustration, face twisting in anger as you wipe the sweat from your brow. Today you weren’t going to dilly dally, you were GOING to find those pesky cameras and burn them to hell, along with whoever did this. 
So far you had one obvious prime suspect, Jungkook. He knew your passcode to the house first off, put two and two together and you have yourself a (proven) theory, not a hypothesis, a theory. It would make no sense to accuse anyone else you hardly ever needed maintenance done at your place, and if an official from the apartment building came they were quick about it and under strict security measures. That’s why you paid the amount you did for your condo. 
It had to be him, who else does some weird shit like this? 
A huff of frustration leaves your lips as you stop for a moment to catch your breath. You close your eyes for a few seconds and count to ten before yanking one earbud out and getting up. You turn quickly and gasp when you hit a solid chest, “Shit I’m sor—Jungkook?” You peer at him in confusion and annoyance, “How did you get in here? You don’t even–ugh nevermind get out of my way.” You shake your head. 
Jungkook stands there with a proud little grin on his face, arms folded over his chest as his meaty arms on display, “Workin’ hard baby?” He chuckles. 
“Was, but you’re here now.” You roll your eyes and walk down the aisle of machines, “What do you want? I’m not in the best mood to deal with your antics today,” you take a deep breath, “in fact you’re the last person I wanna see right now.” 
“Who’s the first?” He gives you a shit-eating grin, he ignores the ‘you’re not funny’ look you cast at him, “Relax baby, I’m just playing around. Are you always this tense?” He says as he gently grabs your shoulders and rolls the stiff muscles under his expert hands. 
You suppress a tiny moan and roll your shoulders to shove him off, “Jungkook stop, I’m really not in the mood right now.” You mumble out and look at him, “Are you going to let me workout in peace or you going to bother me and waste my time?” 
“Just trying to help you relax sweetheart, what’s got you this worked up for hm?” He tilts your chin up with his finger, raising a brow questioningly when you take too long to answer. 
You’re stuck looking at him with glossy eyes, you just want to cry and you don’t even know why. You look off to the side and shake your head, “Come.” You grab his hand and lead him to the hallway away from everyone else, “I need you to tell me something and I want the truth Jungkook, I mean it Jungkook because if I find out you lie to me I’m so done with this and I really won’t want you near me.” You plead softly while grabbing his arms, “Are you or are you not the person who put hidden cameras in my apartment? Yes or no.” 
Jungkook stands there with a look of surprise on his face, no trace of malice or nervousness anywhere. “No.” He calmly replies, “I would never do that baby,” he pulls you into his arms and runs his hand over the small of your back comfortingly, “what’s going on baby?” He whispers. 
You press your cheek against his chest and hide your face, “I found out someone put cameras in my house, they’ve been watching me change, sleep, shower Jungkook.” You choke on a sob while trembling, “And I don’t know what to do. I can't find them, I've looked everywhere for them and nothing’s working!” You whine in frustration while tilting your head to look at him, “What do I do?” You whimper. 
“First things first baby we need to go about this calmly or else we’ll be going in circles and go nowhere.” He says and cups your face, “Can you do that for me baby?” He asks softly watching as you nod, “Good girl, we’ll get to the bottom of this okay? I swear.” He presses a gentle kiss to your lips. 
Technically you shouldn’t have allowed that, in fact you shouldn’t even be here standing pressed up with him like this. You’re a sucker for comfort though and you need reassurance now more than ever. “I gotta go,” you whisper while pulling away. 
He gently tugs you back in by your waist as he leans down with his lips ghosting over yours, “Give me a kiss sweetheart, just one.” He murmurs right before you can protest his request. 
You stare at him hopelessly and bring him down for a gentle kiss, resigning to your fate since he’d most likely not let you go without a kiss. Jungkook deepens the kiss, lips moving expertly over your own with a low rumble. He cups the side of your face with his large hand and strokes over your cheek with his thumb. It elicits a moan but you slip from his grip with a wet noise, you bite your bottom lip rather roughly and stare back defiantly at him. 
“You said only a kiss.” You whisper. 
“I know, but I just can’t resist sweetheart.” He breathes out and hoists you up in his arms, marching down the hall to the private shower rooms. 
You attack his neck in a flurry of kisses, biting down on one particular spot as payback for last time when he marked you up. He hisses low and kicks the door open to one of the stalls, immediately turning the water on. Hot water sprays over the two of you and you pull back in panic, “Shit wait my phone!” You yank your headphone out and toss your things under the door and away from the wet tile. 
Jungkook doesn’t ease up in fact he pushes you against the wall and begins kissing down the column of your neck, roughly squeezing your ass through your now soaked spandex shorts. “Fuck,” he says in between kisses, “you’re driving me fuckin’ crazy baby, I came three times just thinking about your soaked little pussy on my fingers. Even now you make it so hard to control myself,” he whispers harshly against your throat.
You quiver in excitement at the thought of Jungkook beating it to the mere memory of what happened almost a WEEK ago. It had your clit throbbing pleasantly as you tilt his face to look at you, “You really think about me?” You softly murmur.
He bites his lip with a groan, like your touch is the best thing he’s ever felt, “Fuck yeah baby, every night and day. I think about all the ways I had you in my bed baby, bent over and spread open stuffed full of my cock. I can’t help it, you drive me crazy, you made me like this,” he presses his hard cock against you, “it’s your fault I’m like this baby, so take responsibility.”
You choke on a moan and bite your lip, “Sit over there,” you whisper pointing to the small ottoman in the corner, “now.” Your eyes narrow when he moves a little too slow for your liking. 
Jungkook curses under his breath and lets you down, going over to the ottoman and taking a seat. He starts to push his sweats down but you stop him, “I’ll do it.” You fall to your knees on the slippery tile, your smaller hands replace his own and you tug his sweats down enough to fish his cock out. 
The mushroomy head peeks out and you want to moan out loud seeing that he went commando. His cock snaps against his stomach with a wet slap, a beady string of precum dribbles out of the head and down his thick veiny shaft. Your mouth waters as you take him in your hand and stroke him slowly, listening to the low moan he lets out as his head rolls back against the wall with a dull thud. 
You watch his lewd expressions closely and lean down to let your hot mouth hover over the tip, “Please baby,” he whispers, swallowing harshly. Your thighs rub together to soothe the ache you feel between them, you like this—him begging—it makes you feel like you’re in control for once. Maybe not by a lot but it greatly pleases both you and your ego. 
Your lips wrap around the leaking head, tongue coming down to poke at his slit and swirl around the sensitive tip. Jungkook moans breathlessly, watching as you slowly take more and more of his cock into your mouth. Your lips are stretched obscenely around him, like you’re struggling to take him—something he’s always loved whether it be your tight little cunt or your mouth. 
Jungkook grips the sides of the ottoman tightly with his knuckles turning white from his grip. You don’t like that one bit so you gently tug his hand and pull it towards your head. He gets the message and immediately buries his hand in your hair, fisting it tightly as he hisses, “Oh fuck,” his lips part as he leans his head back and swallows harshly, “like that baby, feels so fucking good.” 
You choke on a whine as you struggle to take the rest of him from the sheer girth and size of him. The tip pokes the back of your throat every so often as you bob your head slowly. You missed having his cock in your mouth, the delicious weight and curve sitting so perfectly over your tongue. You find yourself eagerly swallowing around him, throat constricting around his cock as you coat his cock with a layer of slick and slobber. 
“Fuck.” He growls out, his grip is unforgiving and he uses it as leverage to shove your head down on his lap until your nose is touching his pelvis. “Yes,” he gasps out, “like that, suckin’ it so good for me.” 
You sputter around him and pull back with a heavy gasp with a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to the head of his messy leaky cock. “C’mere,” he pants, “can I fuck your throat baby?” He rubs his thumb over your glossy lip, “Hm?” You find yourself nodding timidly, lips parting for him as he guides his cock back into your mouth. 
This time you feel more prepared for it as you set your hands on his thighs and look up at him with shiny eyes. He bites his lip and starts guiding your head—up-down, up-down—until he’s completely lost in his own pleasure using your throat like a pussy pocket.
Endless strings of “shit” and “fuck” leave his lips as he uses you to get off. A few times he’ll buck his hips up but the gagging noise you make has him settling back down. Your eyes are teary and spit dribbles from the sides of your lips and on to his thighs. The filthy noises your throat makes doesn’t help at all, in fact he’s more turned on by your gagging.
 
“There you go baby,” he huffs, “my own little cock sleeve, only I get to have you like this huh baby? No one else.” He growls low, “Makes me wanna lock you away some place no one will ever be able to find you in, you’re mine to look at,” he shoves your head down on his lap and holds you there, “mine to fuck,” he lets you come up for air, watching you gasp and take greedy gulps, “and mine to breed.” He darkly murmurs and pushes you back down. 
You whine loudly, this shouldn’t be turning you on more than it’s supposed to. Logically this was your cue to get the fuck out of there but you couldn’t. You greedily listened and took in every single word he said and pictured it in your head. Maybe he was right, you were fucked in the head. 
Jungkook licks his lips darkly, “Oh? You like that don’t you baby?” His cock twitches in interest, “You like hearing how much I wanna lock you up and keep you away like a doll?” He rolls his hips and you notice how the muscles in his abdomen flex and go taut, “Or how I’m gonna breed you and keep that little pussy full of me until you’re pregnant with our baby?” He whispers. 
A long moan escapes your lips as you suck hard, Jungkook’s hands drop from your head as he lets you take control once more and bob your head. You slurp and swallow around him noisily while stroking his soft balls in your hands. You’re getting all worked up now but you’re determined to make him cum down your throat. 
“Fuck baby,” he gasps, “gonna cum.” His moans rise in volume until his hand is coming down to hold you in place, face pressed tightly to his hips as he cums hard. Long moans leave him as spurt after spurt of cum shoots down your throat and fills your mouth. You do nothing but happily take it and swallow it. 
“Lemme see,” he whispers, breath ragged and chest heaving as he watches you with half-lidded eyes. “Good girl.” He lazily smiles when he sees that you indeed swallowed every last drop of him. 
You pant quietly and rub your sore throat, you must look like a mess with your glossy swollen lips and spit in the corners of your mouth. “Jungkook, I—” you were cut off by the sounds of someone entering the showers, heading into one of their own cubicles and starting up the water. You bite your lip and shake your head, you suppose this can wait for another time. 
Another time.. 
+
You’re not the same after what happened in the gym, you might have been in a lust ridden haze but you weren’t insane to think that Jungkook was playing around when he had told you all of that stuff. On one hand you were terrified of him, but a darker part of you was scared he was right. What if you did want him to lock you away like he said he would, you were more terrified of the fact that you had enjoyed his little manic moment. 
However as much as you had liked it there was no denying one thing, that he was the one who put those cameras in your home. You weren’t naive, you knew what kind of man you had dated and his obsession with you knew no bounds. He was very much capable of putting those things in your home, everything just screamed his doings. 
You hadn’t let him come over to “help” you look for them, instead you spent the next few days looking for them yourself. You deep cleaned every nook and cranny in your place but nothing ended up coming out of it (well at least you had a clean house now). You needed to act fast, the more you waited the more he would spiral out of control. You thought a quick hook up was going to satiate his hunger for you? Wrong. 
In the last three days you went back to having more sex than you could think of, and Jungkook was restless. He cornered you outside of your work and then you guys fucked in the private parking lot. He showed up after one of your late night convenience store runs and took you back to his place and fucked you (mind you, you were on very high alert the entire time). Just yesterday he had boldly pulled you to the side in a empty alley way before work and fucked the daylights out of you. 
Nothing you said or did could get him to spill accidentally or imply that he was involved anyway with your hidden camera situation. You were desperate to get a reaction out of him, something—anything to get him to slip up. So, you did the next best thing that came up in your head. 
You fucked Hoseok right there on your bed, letting him spread you wide and plow your tender little pussy for Jungkook to see. 
Your lips part with breathy sighs and moans slipping out of your mouth. Hoseok wasn’t a bad lover by any means, this man knew how to angle his hips and move them at a pace that definitely made your mouth water in arousal. You had one hand tangled in his hair, holding him by the back of his neck with his face tucked away in your shoulder and neck. Hoseok didn’t seem to mind, in fact he was openly moaning into your naked shoulder with his lips dragging over the soft expanse of your skin. 
“Seok—right there,” you grip him tighter and bite down on your bottom lip. You hook your chin over his shoulder and stare up at the ceiling in your pleasure filled haze, lips parting in a ‘o’ as no sounds seem to leave you. 
Hoseok hugs you closer to his hot body and begins moving with purpose, growling low and muttering curses in your ear. His cock strikes deep and brushes against your g-spot ever so slightly, just teetering on the edge of hitting it. Your eyes slip shut a lewd “mm” leaves you as your nails dig into his back. Hoseok turns his head and captures your lips in his, moaning deep into the kiss while grinding his hips in slow circles. 
The filthy noise your pussy makes when he does so has your mouth watering from the sound. You feel more dollops of slick slide down your perineum and between your cheeks on to the bed below. Hoseok sneaks a hand below and rubs his thumb over your throbbing bud, circling the tender button and pressing down to apply pressure. 
“Seok..!” You gasp and throw your head back on your pillow. 
Through your blurry gaze you come across the same little red dot from before, the one you swore was the source of your undoing. You stare at it for a few seconds until you finally catch it in its blinking moments. You hide your tiny smirk by turning to bury your face in Hoseok’s neck, now you know where at least one of them was.. Won’t be long until you find the next, and the next. 
+
You hummed a random tune under your breath while going over the mental list you made in your head on what you needed to buy for the week’s groceries. You’re feeling refreshed and happily fucked out from the night before, you swear you wouldn’t be opposed to another night like that if it ever came down to Hoseok asking you on another date. 
You’re smiling to yourself when a rough hand reaches out and yanks you into the alleyway opening, you jump in terror and whip your head up to see who the deranged lunatic is. It’s just Jungkook (thankfully). “What was that for?” You shake your head and give him an exasperated look. 
Jungkook looks pissed, like never before and you’re not entirely too sure whether to be scared or turned on by it. “So this is what we’re doing now huh? You finally tired of me after having your fun and leading me on like a dog in the streets?” He says in unbridled rage while looking down at you with a piercing gaze. 
You squirm in his hold and try to unlatch his hand but he merely presses you into the wall more firmly and holds you there with flared nostrils. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, now let me go!” You glare, you’ve finally had it with him just tossing you around like a doll and moving you to his liking, “I said let go Jungkook!” You push him roughly and watch as he stumbles back, hitting the wall across from you as he breathes heavy in anger. 
“So you’re not going to tell me about that fucker you took into your apartment last night? Hoseok was it? You let that…motherfucker put his hands all over you?” He growls in anger. 
There it was, all your suspicions turned true as you stared back at him with wide eyes. How he could have known was obviously only one way, “How did you find out about that?” You softly ask. 
“I saw you take him in there.” He stands with his fists clenched tightly. Oh how you should’ve known what a smooth little liar he was.
You had seen this coming in hindsight, he may have the upperhand but you were always a tad bit quicker and smarter than he was. You had made sure to use the private parking underground entrance when you and Hoseok had both gone to your place together, so there was no way of Jungkook knowing at all—well through his hidden camera of course. 
“You’re lying.” You softly reply and look down at your phone with a bitter smile, “You don’t fool me Jungkook, you haven’t since the beginning.” The accusation sits on the tip of your tongue as your finger slips and accidentally presses on the call button over Seulgi’s contact. Your phone starts dialing her number and before you can hang up the call you hear it.. 
A faint buzzing sound in Jungkook’s pocket, growing more and more deafening to your ears as you both stand in a face-off waiting for either of you to say something. Jungkook tries to poorly mask his surprise but it’s too late—you know. 
“I have to go now,” you take a step back slowly, “I just remembered a last minute phone call I have to make.” You keep a close eye on his movements while backing out of the alleyway slowly and then turning hot on your heels, you need to get the fuck out of there. 
. . .
Jungkook brings the phone out and shuts it off, “Fuck..” He mutters as he paces back and forth while running a hand through his messy hair. You know. Everything he has done up until now has gone to shit, he has to speed things up, yes, there’s no telling what you’ll do now that you know everything. 
“It didn’t have to be this way baby..” He slides his hands into his pockets while walking out of the alley, “If only you would come back,” he chuckles bitterly, “now look what you made me do..” He tosses Seulgi’s phone into the nearby trash. 
Jungkook starts singing “do I wanna know” under his breath. 
+
You push through the crowds of people on the sidewalk, rushing through the masses with millions of thoughts running through your head. You’re not even sure what the hell you want to do now, you contemplated going to the police but you didn’t have enough evidence to properly accuse Jungkook. If you went in there now they’d just brush it off as another crazy ex story. 
Just the thought of him hurting Seulgi made your heart ache in pain as silent tears streamed down your face. Seulgi didn’t deserve this, none of it, it was your fault for having such a crazy ex boyfriend who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Now look where that got you, look where that got her.. 
“Fuck!” You sob out while pushing your hair out of your face and throwing your phone in pure desperation and frustration. You pace back and forth in your living room with tons of ideas but zero solutions. What were you going to do now? Jungkook was out of his fucking mind and now you were losing yours too. 
You knew you had to draw him in somehow, without him growing suspicious of you and your motives. Jungkook wasn’t stupid and you couldn’t try to treat him as such because then he’d for sure lash out and your plans would be ruined. You need to lure him in, if you could somehow get him into your apartment and use it as proof that he broke in then you could go from there. 
You take a seat at the dining table with your face buried in your hands, knee bouncing nervously as you take deep breaths. You know what you have to do, you’re just scared. Not of him, but of yourself. A deeper part of you wants him back, and that’s what terrifies you the most. You might not make it out of this, sane you mean. 
When night falls you lay there on your bed staring up at the white ceiling with your hands over your tummy. You’re nervous, paranoia rampant in your body as you attempt to calm your nerves. You had thought about it the entire time you made dinner, the food ended up being half eaten since you were too nervous to eat properly. As you laid there only one thing was on your mind: the cameras. 
During dinner you had come to the realization that you hadn’t taken the cameras out yet, and that’s when the ingenious plan came to your head. You knew he was watching—probably was right now as a matter of fact—you were going to use just that alone to get him here. How? The only way you knew how. 
After lighting up your candles to ease your nerves, you dimmed the lights in your room to a low fuschia pink color. You had showered and picked the prettiest silk nightdress you owned, laying in plain view for his pleasure. With a hitched breath as you slowly bend your knees with your feet planted on the plush comforter. Your legs slowly part as you bring the dress around your hips, you hadn’t bothered with wearing any panties—your cunt laid bare in the open with slick sticking between your soft folds. 
You brought your fingers down, swiping through the mess as you moan quietly when creamy slick stuck to your digits. You coated them thoroughly before bringing your fingers up to taste yourself, a low quiet whine leaving you as memories of Jungkook doing the same to you came flashing in your head. You began to imagine it was him feeding you your own slick, long rough fingers shoved down your throat as he whispered obscenities in your ear. 
“Good girl,” he’d say. 
Your eyes flutter shut as your other hand comes up to cup your tit gently squeezing the mound through your dress. “Suck it baby,” he’d whisper in your ear, “get my fingers nice and wet, there you go–atta girl,” another broken moan escapes as you pinch your hard nipple through the flimsy material. 
“Gonna fuck you nice and slow, you’d like that baby wouldn’t you?”
You whisper a breathy ‘yes’ as you move your slick fingers down to your pussy, “Want it so bad,” you moan, “want you so bad Jungkookie,” you mewl out while rubbing the pads of your fingers against your swollen clit. “Want you just as bad as you want me,” you’re not so sure you’re lying there, “need you to take me—make me yours, wanna be yours.” Your back arches as you dip your ring finger into your greedy little puckered up hole. 
“Open up for me sweetheart, gonna be a good girl for me?” 
“Gonna be the best girl for you,” your head thrashes from side to side as you teasingly fuck your finger in and out of your soaked pussy, “only you baby,” you keen, “no one else, not even Hoseok.” You gasp out as your thighs shake, “Want you to come take me baby, keep me and breed me.” Your lips part in a silent ‘o’ as you fit another finger into your cunt. 
Your chest heaves as you angle your fingers upwards to hit your g-spot, your cunt squelches and drips with your frenzied movements. The noises you’re making combined with the wet noises below become white noise, your heart is pounding in your chest and sweat builds on your brow. “Fuck,” you sob out in pleasure while moving your free hand and resting it around your slender neck. 
The pleasure heightens as you begin to imagine it’s Jungkook looming over you, hand around your neck and his fingers buried knuckle deep in your sopping pussy. Your toes curl and you find yourself teetering on the edge of your orgasm, it’s right there—just a little more. You pick up the pace until you’re slamming your fingers in and out of your poor cunt, striking your g-spot head on over and over again. 
“Go on and cum for me baby, be a good girl and squirt for me, I know you can. There you go sweetheart, get ‘em nice and wet for me,” 
A loud sob escapes your lips as you’re locked in place, your pussy quivers and throbs slowly as jets of slick spills from you. You cum harder than ever, vision going white as your pussy throbs and goosebumps form all over your body. You physically have to close your eyes from how strong your orgasm was. 
“Jungkook..” You whimper softly and let your fingers slip out of your soaked pussy. You curl up into a tiny ball on your side, panting softly as your eyes droop sleepily. You’re vaguely aware of your surroundings—the candles, the mess on your bed, the slick between your thighs. 
You just want to sleep now. With a tired moan you sit up in disarray, looking around your room with dazed eyes. It was now a waiting game on whether Jungkook wanted to show or not, you just hoped you didn’t lose yourself in the process.. 
. . .
You wake up around midnight delirious and half asleep. After cleaning your room you had settled in for the night and went to bed dreaming of nothing in particular. If anything you were having one of the best nights of sleep before you were woken up by something or rather someone. You sit up half awake while rubbing your eyes to clear the blur from your vision. 
Your apartment is deathly quiet, you sit there trying to decipher any noise but nothing comes. A beat goes by and nothing happens. You slump over with a tired sigh, “This is nonsense.” You mutter and get out of bed, you figure a glass of water will do you good and send you right back into your peaceful slumber. 
You slip out of your room quietly when you hear it. The front door keypad beeps loudly as someone—or rather Jungkook—punches in the code to your apartment. You freeze mid-way down the hall, staring through the corner of the wall as the door is pushed open and Jungkook’s dark figure steps in. Everything shifts from zero to hundred real quick, you cover your mouth and run quietly down the hall to the guest bathroom, slipping in quietly and standing with your back to the door. 
“Shit, shit,” you whisper, you didn’t have your phone and Jungkook was definitely going to stop in your room first before anything. You crack the door open and flinch when you hear Jungkook treading down to your room, pushing your door open slowly as he slips in quietly. You watch with a bated breath, flinching once more when you hear him laugh from inside your room. 
“Oh baby is this what we’re going to do now?” He says as he re-emerges with your phone in his hand, “You wanna play a little game of hide and seek is that it?” He coos while whistling as he luckily heads back out in the opposite direction, “Okay baby, we can play your little game if you want.” 
You close your eyes and take a deep breath before stepping out quietly, you run back into your room and grab one of your pens from your desk, “Come out, come out wherever you are,” he loudly calls out from the living room. You drop a few pens and hiss as you whip your head up to make sure he isn’t coming. 
“Oh baby you must be sick in the head,” he whistles, “making me chase you like a big bad wolf.” He tuts you, “Why don’t you just come out? Just wanna talk.” 
You take the opportunity to peek out of your room and throw the ballpoint pen down the hall nearby your guest bedroom door. It hits the marble floor with a loud thud, the noise deafening in your ear as you sit still and wait for him to reply. Jungkook pauses and then you hear his heavy footsteps as he passes by your room and down the hall, “Knock, knock you in here?” 
You peek out and make sure he enters the guest room before you slip out and run down the hall, slipping into the open kitchen as you duck behind the marble counters. 
“We didn’t have to do this the hard way sweetheart, we both know you want this—us. I saw the little show you put on for me, you looked so fucking good moaning my name like that,” Jungkook says while going into each room one by one, “Bet you wished it was my fingers in your little cunt.” 
You peer over the counter, immediately ducking when you see him step back out from the hallway, “Oh the things I wanna do to you,” he whistles, “if you come out now baby all is forgiven and I can show you just how much I loved your little show baby. Don’t you want that? I’ll get on my knees and eat that little pussy out like you deserve.” He says as he steps down to the living room area.
He’s so close, your heart is hammering in your chest right now as you crawl away from the counters and to the hallway again, “I’ll treat you so good, I’ll have you dripping in no time. After I eat your cunt baby I’ll fuck you with my cock just the way you like it. Going to have you stuffed full of my cum like I promised darling.” He’s in the dining room area now. 
“So just come out baby,” he says softly, “I’m begging.” 
You hear him open the door to your study and you waste no time in quickly standing and making a break for it to the front door. However as you step out from behind the wall Jungkook steps in front of you with a wicked smile, “I got you,” He immediately brings you into his arms and covers your nose/mouth with a white rag. 
You scream in terror and begin pounding your fists against his arms, pushing back and trying to buck his hand off your face. Jungkook hushes you gently as he kisses your ear, “It’s okay baby, just let go for me. I got you, everything’s alright.” He purrs gently in your ear while pressing the rag tighter against your face. 
Your lungs burn from the lack of air, you hysterically sob and huff through your nose while the fight slowly drains from you. You’re dizzy from lack of oxygen and inhaling the strong ass chemicals. Not once does Jungkook stop comforting you while he holds your limp body. “There you go,” he coos softly, “just close your eyes..” 
Your vision begins to fade in and out as you sway, you didn’t notice when his grip on you slowly eased up. The rag was no longer covering your face but the chloroform was doing its job. It made a strong wave of dizziness hit you all at once as you felt yourself fall forward. Jungkook didn’t let you hit the ground, however the last thing you heard was his soft whispering. 
“What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way. What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you,” he softly sang. 
+
Your eyes flutter open when a stray beam of sunlight hits you across the face from where you’re lying down. The first thing you notice is the windy breeze coming in through the opened window, the white curtains flowy as they move with the wind. You blink through the confusion and slowly turn your head to examine the rest of the room. 
Black bars. You inch forward slowly and grab the black metal, looking up to see the same thing above you. Cage. Your breathing picks up as you begin pulling at the metal, growing more desperate by the second as you shake the cage with such force. “No, no, no,” the tears begin to flow before you can even stop them. 
A strong wave of nausea and pain wafts over your tired body, you rub at your head to soothe the headache while rattling the cage handle violently. “Somebody help me..! Please, if you’re there please help me!” You sob out while falling limp, forehead pressed to the metal bars in defeat. 
A few minutes of your soft sobs filling the room pass by, you perk up when the door creaks open, “Help me please,” you softly whimper while rolling your head lazily to look at this person. Your vision blurs and you blink a couple of times until Jungkook’s standing tall and clear in your peripheral. 
“Might have gone a bit too overboard with the chloroform baby,” Jungkook’s face twists in worry as he squats down to your level in front of the cage, “hey, hey shh, it’s okay baby I’m here.” He reaches out to wipe your tears with his thumb. 
You flinch violently and yank yourself back so fast it gives you whiplash, “Don’t fucking touch me,” you spit, “what the hell is the meaning of all this?! Tell me right now Jungkook.” You glare tiredly while curling into your side away from his reach. 
Jungkook ignores you and instead pushes a glass of water and some food under the cage opening, “I bet you’re hungry, here it’s been a cool minute actually..was kinda worried you’d never wake up.” He chuckles under his breath, “Go on baby, I made your favorite.” He says as he beckons you closer. 
“Jungkook,” you softly whisper, “where am I? What did you do to Seulgi—!” You yelp when the cage rattles as he slams his hand against it violently. His friendly demeanor instantly disappears once Seulgi’s name leaves your mouth. 
“I’ve never liked that meddling bitch,” he growls, “she’s the reason this entire thing began and ended the way it did! Seulgi didn’t know how to keep her fuckin’ mouth shut and her head out of our business and look what happened!” He shakes his head, “But if you really must know I already let her go so you can stop asking about her. She was useful for one thing at least...won’t be worrying anytime soon about her running her mouth I bet.” He mutters more to himself. 
You let out a breath of relief while sagging, “…I won’t forgive you for this Jungkook,” you softly say, “not this time. I gave you so many chances in the past but you never took me seriously and now look at you. You stooped this low because you couldn’t take no for an answer. When will you understand that I do not want to be with you, EVER.” 
“You see that’s where the lying comes in,” Jungkook bitterly smiles, “I know you don’t mean that shit because you had so many chances to run to the police or better yet just ignore me and did you? No, so don’t come to me with that shit that you don’t want me because deep down I know it fucking kills you to say that you do miss me and want us.” 
You stay quiet and stare back at him, of course he was right. You’re an enabler, you had so many chances to report him for stalking and harassment but did you? Maybe it was you wanting his attention but in the end you had no one to blame but yourself for indulging him and leading him on. 
“When you decide to stop lying to yourself we’ll talk,” Jungkook calmly says while getting up, “drink your water and eat your food, you’ve been out for a day and a half.” He says and leaves you to your devices. 
You sit there with a blank expression on your face, and the food continues to sit out all night—untouched. 
. . .
Jungkook doesn’t keep you in the cage for too long, in fact he lets you out the next day and shows you around the house. It’s a two story in the middle of the woods—far from the city you presume—Jungkook doesn’t let you wander past the glass doors leading to the outside, he keeps it locked with a keypad like the front door. You can only wander around the house and lay all day as the time flies by. 
It’s close to a month when you finally ask him what the date is. “Oh.” You look down at your bowl of oats and stare at it like it’s so much more interesting, “So close to a month?” You mumble more to yourself. 
Jungkook hums, “Baby the fruit,” he motions to the plates of fruit he cut up for your acai bowl you wanted to make, “flies are going to get all over the food and it won’t be any good anymore.” He says as he pushes a plate of bananas towards you. 
“Thanks.” You smile flatly, “Pass me the strawberries too please.” You don’t know why you’re being civil with him, in fact you kind of don’t know why you just don’t feel anything towards him—no anger, no malice, no nothing. You just kind of go back to how things were when you both were together. 
Jungkook holds the plate out for you, his knuckles brush against your hand and a pleasant little shiver runs down your spine. Another thing you’ve been having issues with, you were so fucking touch-starved it was like you were itching for him to touch you. Any form of touch you greedily ate it up, however your pride stopped you from seeking him out. You refused to let him know how much he affected you. 
“Thanks.” You softly say while tucking your head and distracting yourself with your acai bowl. 
Jungkook smiles lovingly, “You’re welcome baby.” He gently kicks your foot with his, reminding you of your stark size difference, how his long legs easily reached yours. You bit your lip harshly, tasting the metallic tang of blood. You just hope you can hold out for longer. 
These days you spend lounging around has definitely given you time to think about things. Maybe you’re fucked in the head too but you knew who exactly Jungkook was. You knew the type of person he was then and you most definitely knew now. From the very beginning you were very self-aware of his tendencies and unhealthy obsession. It was something you kept more to yourself. 
When people asked if you noticed how strange he was acting you simply turned the shoulder and played the innocent card. Of course you knew, and you fucking loved it. The only REAL reason why you left was because Jungkook wasn’t listening to you and things were starting to look bad on the both of you, people were talking and you didn’t enjoy looking like the fool whenever people asked if Jungkook was planning on actually staying for his therapy sessions. 
You had a thing for wanting all the bad things you shouldn’t want. 
And it was too late, you had already fallen in too deep to get out. 
“What you cookin?” Jungkook lazily asks as he bends low to hide his face in your shoulder, his arms wrap around your middle as he pulls you back until your back hits his chest. 
“Was craving ramen.” You softly reply, the question you had already sitting on the tip of your tongue. Jungkook notices your hesitance but doesn’t comment on it, he only turns his face to kiss the side of your neck with a lazy hum. “I was wondering..” You quietly start, “Do you still..smoke?”
Jungkook pauses, “Yeah why?” 
You sigh softly as he begins sucking on your neck, “Wanted to see if you could bring some pre-rolls or something. I don’t know why but my nerves have been all over the place lately and I can’t relax.” You lean your head back on his shoulder with a noncommittal hum. 
Jungkook chuckles quietly, “Don’t worry baby, I have some bud stashed away. We can smoke some together right now if you want to?” He sways side to side with you, “How does that sound, hm?” He drops his head on your shoulder once more. 
You nod, “Perfect.”
Jungkook has the blunt ready when you both finish eating. He lights it and hands it over to you, “Smoke as much as you want, I’ll roll another one if you finish that one.” He says as he lays back on the couch lazily while scrolling through the selection of movies and shows. You dive right in without hesitation and relax on the couch as you fill the air between you two with clouds of white. 
You both pass the blunt back and forth until there’s no more of it left and you’re both staring at the TV with half-lidded eyes. Jungkook has his hands crossed behind his head as he watches whatever tv show he put on. “C’mere baby,” he smacks his lips, “wanna hold you.”
You obey easily, slipping into his lap as you lie down on top of him with your head over his heart. You listen to his heartbeat with a soft sigh, “Do we have cookie dough, wanna make some cookies.” You murmur softly while closing your eyes. 
Jungkook grunts, “I think.” He replies, “Maybe, check.” He rubs your back and drops his hand down to your ass, resting it there for comfort as he squeezes your cheek through your velvet shorts. 
��I will.. Give me a second.” You reply, Jungkook hums in response and everything goes quiet after that. Soon his little butt pats stop and Jungkook lays there peacefully sleeping under you. Your tired eyes drift over to him and then the front door, you close your eyes and hold your breath. It was now or never. Weed wasn’t nearly enough to make someone completely knock out for sure but you think back to the small pill bottle sitting innocently in the cupboard. 
. . .
Jungkook sleepily smacks his lips as his eyelids flutter open, his vision is blurry and it takes a few minutes of blinking for him to adjust to the bright lights. He hears cupboards being slammed, drawers opened and then shut. He makes a noise of confusion and looks over with a confused look, “Baby?” He rasps out. 
Your head whips over to him, “You’re awake.” You walk over calmly and hold a glass of water, “Drink.” You hold the cup up to his lips, “You’re gonna need your voice right now.” 
“Huh? What for?” He notices his hands are tied behind his back on the chair, he looks down to see ropes tied around his legs as well. He looks back at you with realization coming over his face, “Baby?” 
You force the cup into his mouth and make him drink the water, some of it spills out the sides of his mouth as he sputters and coughs. “Now, tell me what the code for the front door is Jungkook.” You stand in front of him with a stony expression. 
Jungkook quietly chuckles, “And why exactly would I do that for hm? You think it’s that simple baby, how cute. Now untie me and all is forgotten,” he leans his head back with a long sigh, “C’mon, don’t you wanna go back to cuddling and watching that movie sweetheart? Promise I’ll even make it nice and warm for you.” He smirks devilishly. 
You let out a breath of desperation and irritation, “I’m not playing around right now Jungkook. Either you give it to me now or I break through the windows and leave you here tied up.” 
Jungkook looks at you with a dopey grin, “Go ahead, the nearest bus stop from here is three hours away. Won’t take long before I find you and bring you home with me baby.” He licks his lips and eyes you up and down, “Though I must say, you’re really doing wonders to me with those little shorts baby.” He purrs. 
You close your eyes and count to five, “Fuck you Jungkook.” You whisper out while pacing back and forth in front of him. 
“I’m righttttt here, all you gotta do is pull my cock out—” His face whips to the side as you slap him in pure anger, “and sit right on it.” He finishes with a smirk as he looks at you calmly, “Better yet, untie me, it’s the pent up stress right? I’ll give it to you so good if you just untie me baby. We can take it to the bed and have a nice night you and I,” he licks his lips. 
You grab the sides of your head as you scream out in frustration, “You make my life a living hell! It’s all your fucking fault I’m like this, I couldn’t sleep for months after I left you and then you appearing out of the blue wasn’t helping me! I would have been one hundred percent better off without you coming into my life at all, you ruined me! I tried Jungkook,” you whisper, “I really did but none of them were you. No one compared, not even Hoseok. They couldn’t give me what I wanted and it’s all your fault,” you grit your teeth and stomp over to straddle him, roughly cupping his face, “so take responsibility.” You hiss. 
Jungkook licks his lips as his eyes drop down to your lips and then you, “So take it,” he whispers, “take what you want.” 
You stare at him for a few minutes before smashing your lips against his in a rough teeth-clashing kiss. Jungkook moans and leans into the kiss, chasing after your lips as you both roughly move against each other. He hisses when you bite down on his lower lip and tug gently. “Baby—”
“Shut the fuck up.” You glare while reaching below to push his sweats down his thighs and around his knees, “You don’t get to baby me,” you briefly stand to shove your shorts down, “not after all the hell you put me through these months. You have any idea how much I wanted you?” You climb back on to his lap once your panties come off, “No—you don’t.”
Jungkook’s mouth gapes open as he watches you lick your fingers and bring them down between your soft thighs, “So no, you’re not going to take this from me. You’re going to sit there and watch me fuck myself,” he moans loudly when the words leave your lips, “and you’re not going to touch me until I say so. If you try to rush or beg me I’m going to gag you, understood?” 
“Yes baby.” He whispers back. 
You circle your clit slowly with the tip of your finger to ease some tension you had. Jungkook’s eyes flicker down to watch you as you work your fingers over your clit slowly. You bite your lip to suppress your moan, thighs spreading a tiny bit more around his hips to give him more access. 
“I thought about you a lot, you know?” You softly sigh while rolling your hips slowly, “Can’t tell you how many times I fucked myself thinking about you..” You cut off with a loud moan as you pop a finger inside your sopping little cunt. 
Jungkook bites down on his lip as he looks up to watch your face closely, “I even imagined it was you whenever I fucked someone else.” You whisper darkly in his ear while pumping your finger in and out, “Hoseok could never, didn’t even compare to your cock.” You bite his earlobe teasingly while reaching down to wrap around his cock with your free hand. 
“Fuck baby,” he whines, “let me out, c’mon, I’ll fuck you so good.” He pleads softly.
 
You squeeze your hand around his throbbing shaft, “What did I say?” You whisper, relishing in his pained moan, “If you’re good for me I’ll let you fuck me..all, night, long.” You peck his cheek. It’s enough for Jungkook to quieten down as he pants softly. You grin in satisfaction and pop your finger out, “Open.” You press against his lips. 
Jungkook easily opens his mouth and you slip your finger in, he greedily sucks and swirls his tongue around the wet digit before letting go with a low pop after he cleans your slick off. You giggle quietly and run your thumb over the head of his cock, “Missed your cock baby,” you softly smirk, “missed how well it fills me up, how fat and big it is…just right for me.” You aim the weeping head over your folds, rubbing him back and forth as you smear your slick around. 
Jungkook throws his head back, “Yeah?” He breathes out, “Why don’t you slip it in baby? Fuck yourself on my cock, nice and slow.”
You let the tip catch on your hole, prodding at you stubbornly as he threatens to slip inside. “Do me a favor baby..” You whisper, watching his eyes brighten as he perks up, “Shut the fuck up.” You bring him in for a kiss, effectively shutting him up while you press his cock into you. 
Your hips raise and slowly inch downwards as you slip his fat cock inside, you moan against his lips as his cock slowly slides inch for inch. You let his cock go and wrap your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as you slowly come to a halt once you sit down on his lap bottomed out. Jungkook groans low through his teeth, eyes squeezed shut as he shakes from being held back by the ropes. 
“Fuck,” you sigh in pleasure while circling your hips, “so good..” You bounce on his cock lightly, the fat of your ass jiggling as you move up and down, side to side. Jungkook’s face twists in pleasure as he leans his head back. You lick your lips and watch him with close eyes, “You like that Jungkookie? Love how tight I feel around you baby?” 
“God yes,” Jungkook whispers as he shudders, “love having your little pussy wrapped around my cock. Wanna stay like this forever.” He groans out, “C’mon baby, untie me and I’ll fuck you just the way you deserve. Gonna have you screaming and crying all over my cock.” 
You mewl loudly and bounce faster on his lap, the very thought of him fucking you like he’s promsing is tempting you to untie him. But just as quickly as the temptation came, it goes. You end up slamming your hips down until your ass slaps against his thighs loudly, his cock slams deep and hits your g-spot. “Mmm..!” You throw your head back. 
Jungkook hisses in pleasure as he mindlessly begs for you to let him go, he alternates between loud moans and slurred words. Your thighs begin to ache rather quickly and your pace begins slowing down. You switch from bouncing to grinding, rocking your hips quickly and in ways that have him gasping for more. 
The poor chair begins creaking under the weight of you both, loud squelches fill the room as slick dribbles down your pussy and his cock to his balls. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan as you stop to press down and work your hips in circles of eights. “Oh fuckkk..” You whisper out as your thighs tremble, “Jungkook..!” You squeal as your orgasm takes you by surprise. 
Jungkook in that moment manages to untie the knots around his wrists, he pulls you closer on his lap while biting down on your shoulder, “Untie my feet, right now.” He growls, “I played your little game now it’s my turn.” 
You mewl shakily and reach down to pull both knots free, he wastes no time in lifting you up as he carries you to the table, bending you over the surface. You gasp in surprise when his hand swoops down to smack you hard across your ass. “Stay still.” He growls as he lines his cock up with your pussy and shoves it in one go. 
Your mouth falls open as he begins plowing your pussy like no tomorrow. Jungkook grips your hips tight while smacking his hips into your ass, watching as your cheeks collide with his pelvis. He grunts with effort and reaches down to bring the hem of his shirt up to his mouth, biting it as he holds it up to watch the way his cock disappears into your drenched pussy. 
“Jungkook..!” You cry out, “P-Please, ‘s too much,” you drool while gripping the edge of the table. 
The table screeches loudly as it shakes from the force of his thrusts. Jungkook reaches around to pinch and rub at your sensitive clit, ignoring your squeals and pained moans. His balls slap against your folds with wet pap sounds, you can tell by the way his pace is stuttering that he’s close to coming too. You purposely clench around him, relishing in the muffled moan he lets out. 
He grabs at your hip bones painfully, digging his fingernails in as his hips stutter in their movements. He slams in once, twice, and finally a third until he goes still. His cock throbs and twitches violently as his cum fills you spurt after spurt. He releases a long moan, idly grinding in to milk his cock/orgasm. 
“Fuck..” You whisper breathlessly while laying on the table with your cheek against the wood, your eyes glazed over. 
Beats of silence pass by until Jungkook’s leaning over to whisper in your ear, “You’re mine baby.” He says while kissing your ear and neck.
You hum quietly and lean into his touch, “I love you.” You softly whisper, no longer against the idea of loving and wanting to be with him. Jungkook hums back, he sounds pleased with your answer as he smooths his hands over your hips. You close your eyes tiredly and lick your dry lips, hearing him utter back to you. 
“I love you too baby.” 
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You drowned out the sounds of the people laughing and cheering in the background. You looked around the brightened room with a smile on your red painted lips, greeting some of the on-goers as they passed by you. Tonight was somewhat of a special night for you—your birthday. All your friends and family surrounded and showered you with endless gifts and praises. 
However none were Jungkook. 
He was pressed up against your back just laughing and talking with friends, catching up if you will. “Me and y/n decided to work things out you know? We took a last minute trip out of town and rented out a cabin to get away from everything you know?” He said. 
You merely smile when they turn to look at you, “We decided to get back together.”
Everyone cheered and congratulated you both, however one person in particular stood back from the others. Seulgi. She hadn't been the same since Jungkook let her go, you can see just how much it affected her seeing him. Although Jungkook swore to you he didn’t harm her physically, the damage was already done mentally. 
Seulgi stood far back from the others, eyeing you and Jungkook with both distaste and fear in her eyes. She hadn’t made a move to come talk to you at all, but you didn’t care. If anything you continued on like nothing was happening, like there wasn’t any animosity between you, her, and Jungkook. She knew better. 
Jungkook smugly turns to look at Seulgi, raising his glass of wine at her as a toast before taking a sip. He curls his hand right over your tummy, where the tiniest of bumps hides underneath your dress. Seulgi can only turn away, if only they knew just how far Jeon Jungkook was willing to go in the name of love. 
If only they knew the secrets you chose to keep..
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🍒 innocent reader | 💤 somnophilia | 👴/🧔‍♂️ explicit age gap
MASTERLISTS - AUs, Collections, and Series
Night walks (AU) 👴 D, DC (drugs). hot, older pothead neighbor who talks dirty.
Raider Joel DD. NC (at first, via implicit threat), DC (stockholm syndrome). This is a big AU with lots of lore and interaction.
Silence can never be bought (dbf, AU)👴⭐ You catch him in a compromising position.
Left in Lincoln (dbf x virgin) 👴🍒 DD Your dads trust him to look in on you while they're gone.
Stepdad 🧔‍♂️D You catch him perving on your insta and start toying with him. You seduce him.
Slasher Joel DD DC - You're DTF but end up fcking for your life when you offend him.
Vampire Joel DC - he's been waiting for you for centuries and can't let you go once he finds you.
The Raid DC - Javi and Steve find you on a drug raid and take you under their wing, so to speak.
Speakeasy (Collection, no plot) - Exhibitionist one shots and drabbles.
Thighs out (bf's dad) - Your bf strays and his hot, slutty dad makes you feel better, much better.
Brotherly Sharing - Several pairs of miller bros. including uncle tommy & leopard print.
✨Free Use - D, DC, 💤 👫
for survival (2003)
For Survival (1.4k) - Joel, a stranger, saves your life, you fuck during evacuation.
For Survival 2 (1.4k) - fucking in your sleeping bag trying to be silent.
dark mode!Joel ULTRA dark - DDD, 👫
Dark mode (knife)You activate Joel's dark mode for your own enjoyment.
Clicking (horny! joel -> dark mode) He won't stop when a clicker appears. You try to punish him.
just the tip D, DC (power imbalance) 🧔‍♂️🍒
Just the tip 🍒 he coaxes you into full piv.
surveillance (imagine) he watches you.
Just the tip (really) you've been trying not to fuck him and this time it's really just the tip.
VIRGINS
Aches, thoughts, and needs 👴🍒 outbreak
Night Talks 🧔‍♂️🍒 D, DC best friend's dad
Patrol - pt. 1; virgin patrol 👴🍒 DD, DC
Virgin sex worker (v loss) D 🍒
Ready for her ( part of Miller Bros)
See also, Lincoln series and Just the Tip above.
⬇️ ONE SHOTS, miniseries, misc⬇️
Post-outbreak
you almost die then get used D, NC, 👫
Possessive cum play D, 👫
Secret breeder!Joel Refuses to pull out D, 👫
Jealous of you/Tess (degradation) D, DC mean
Bone broth (consensual noncon) 👫
non-con while you sleep D, NC 💤
movie night (in public) 👫 Under a blanket
Caught DDD very mean Joel, ✨At the table
Lazaretto (NC. sex pollen)👴, PART 2, DC
caught masturbating (300) D
the old fashioned way (1k) D He breeds you
Pre/Non-oubreak/AUs
pawn shop (GILF Joel) ��D
canopy, pt 2 (caught) ��🧔‍♂️ dbf in your old bed
Fucking Joel at your dad's house dbf
Breeding couple ; Pregnant , 👫
in the ass like a good girl anal drabble
Window (peeping tom) pt.2 date next door D
caught Drinking ( DDDNE) 🧔‍♂️DDD, NC sarah's friend is punished
sleeping Beauty 👴💤, 👫 CNC.
that's the spot (masseur!Joel)
gas station skeeze (300) 👴
packing: butcher!Joel DD, DC
personal trainer , part 2 D, DC
daddy Joel ��🧔‍♂️, a day in the filth
miniseries: jalbird - cellmate's nephew
dark nurse!Joel (sex pollen imagines)
✨locket - DC best friends dad x dark! reader
HCs, imagines, other
Free Use / Objectification HCs - you can put Joel in different modes for your enjoyment.
Your Dirty Little Mouth - talking dirty in Spanish in public to get Joel all riled up. Reader is not a native Spanish speaker.
Therapist (Dr. Rock), pt 2 D - meta (x writer)
Brothel Reality Show
Multi-Joel Art & Misc
Lmk if yours is missing, ✨section in progress✨
Joelkémon cards by @gasolinerainbowpuddles
JOELS AS CATS by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog
Joel's as cats pt. 2 not-a-unique-snowflake-blog
Dick HCs - size, appearance, and more
random hot things from HBO canon
Joelkémon astrology by @wannab-urs
Mood board of joels by @milla-frenchy
joels as texts by @iamasaddie
Buzzfeed Quizzes
by @missannfairy & @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog
Which Joel are you most compatible with?
Which Joel are you?
Which Joel to spend the holidays with?
Compatability: Valentine's Edition
Other pedro characters
Javi G. - Watch you watch him fuck his wife. Nick watches. You're Javi's wife.
Ezra - Sleep time: pt. one (250), two 💤(850) D You bait Ezra pt.3 Ezra strikes back. DC
Javi P.
hunt and peck (2.7k) 6/30
THE RAID ongoing series
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I immediately apologize for the bad English!
How does Caspian plan to keep the fem!reader underwater? Or does he have another plan? thank you, your work is very nice🛐
ill be making this gn since its a part 2 but if you want a one-off thing with a fem!reader, just request it! :3
Also sorry for the long hiatus again but here's the long awaited part 2 ! yaay you're not dead !! :D
Yandere!Siren x GN Reader Pt. 2
CW: Kidnapping, Slight Stockholm Syndrome, Non-con licking (reader is asleep), idk Caspian being a delulu icon
🌊 You wake up with a throbbing headache and a vague memory of what transpired before you blacked out.
🌊 The feeling of overwhelming pressure and deepness comes back to you, memories start to come back as you see a red mark on your arm.
🌊 You remember now, the screams and cries of your classmates ring in your ears before the memory of being dragged down to the depths hit you like a wave.
🌊 a splash of water pulled you out of your thoughts, it was then you looked around at the place you were in.
🌊 It looked like you were in a cave illuminated by algae and glowing sea creatures. the cavernous area was sandy and a bit wet with a deep pool which led to an underwater tunnel, it was the only entrance and exit to the cave from what you can see.
🌊 Behind you was a house built out of a shipwreck, the broken boards of the deck repaired with random planks and cloths.
🌊 "Honey~ I know you're a bit out of sorts right now but uhm..could you help me out a bit~?" a familiar voice echoed throughout the cave.
🌊 You gasp and instinctively stand up and back away from where the voice came from. Caspian was lying on the shore, a net full of what seems to be canned food and fish tied around his waist like a satchel.
🌊 "My treasure~! I know you're excited to explore your new home, but can you help me get to shore first~" Caspian coos as he smiles at you awkwardly, his large tail flopping on the sand.
🌊 You grab a piece of driftwood and hold it like a weapon. "D-Don't come any closer!" you yell at him nervously, afraid of what he might do after you saw his capabilities, and his sharp teeth..
🌊 "My sweet, you have nothing to worry about~! Why would I ever hurt you~? Those mean humans tried to hurt us! You'd never do that to me now would you~?" He tries to calm you down.
🌊 It takes a while for you to calm down considering how confused and scared you were, but with no way out and Caspians lack of intention to hurt you, the only thing left to do was to just sit and try to think logically about the situation.
🌊 Caspian tries to help you make sense of your little predicament, it was mostly him making an excuse to hold you close because "Am I not able to help you relax my treasure~?"
🌊 So you're in a cave after getting kidnapped brought to safety by a mermaid, how fun...
🌊 You has no choice but to accept your new lifestyle, after all, the only out was an underwater cavern, and you had no idea how deep or long it was. Caspian might not be the best at moving on land, but without him, you'd drown if you attempt to leave.
🌊 Once you told the siren that you weren't going anywhere soon unfortunately, He lit up and gave you a big, soaking wet hug. "Oh my treasure! You'll be happy here, I promise~!" He peppers your face with kisses, some making you shiver at the thought of his sharp teeth being so close to your flesh.
🌊 He'd go out every day to get food for you and him, sometimes surprising you with gifts!
🌊 He knows you like reading, so any book or parchment that he finds is immediately brought to you so you won't be so bored <3
🌊 More often than not they're too wet to actually read, but you appreciate the effort you suppose.
🌊 You also had to explain what cooking is to Caspian and that humans can't eat fish raw...and alive..
🌊 Get ready to be showered with pearls and pretty shells and treasure! Caspian is a bit picky when it comes to his own horde so anything that he considers nice but not on par with his tastes goes to you~!
🌊 He would always ask to sleep with you in your bed, and he doesn't take no for an answer.
🌊 "It's cold my treasure~! Could you warm me up~?"
🌊 "It gets so lonely in the water~ May I stay in bed with you my love~?"
🌊 "But I got all those nice things for you~!"
🌊 He would keep whining and fussing until you agree. He doesn't care at all that your sheets are all now soaked.
🌊 If you tell him to dry off first, he will! But you'll have to pay him with a kiss~
🌊 He may or may not sniff your hair while you sleep...and maybe lick your neck..
🌊 He can't get himself to sleep sometimes, he'd just watch you sleep the whole time. What can he say? You're too irresistible~!
🌊 Sometimes he'd even whisper sweet things into your ear, promising you the world if you'd let him.
🌊 More often than not, he sings you to sleep. The anxieties of never seeing your family again and living off of just fish and other sea creatures was getting to you, not to mention the many hours of being alone in a cave.
🌊 His siren song lulled you to bed every night. No matter how much you distanced yourself away from him, he was always able to calm you down with his voice.
🌊 "Hush now my dear~...You'll learn to like it here~ And one day, we'll be married and live happily ever after~ Just like in your stories~ Just you wait~..."
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Yandere!Fisherman x F!Mermaid Reader Smut Alphabet:
Part 1 How he looks
Warnings: A Whole Lot Of Sexual Content. MDI.
[A/n: Decided to post some smutty head cannons of yandere!fisherman while I work on a new story, make sure to keep an eye out for that. :) Not proofread. ♡]
[NOTE: In this, once mermaid reader is plucked out of the ocean, she gains legs once her tail is dry like in the movie aquamarine. Low key got Stockholm syndrome lol. Enjoy.]
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A-(Arousal/what gets them in the mood): my god, your unfiltered curiosity about all the knickknacks and antiques that decorated the walls of his home. The sparkle in your eye, the excitement in your voice, the gentle grip you have on whatever you snatched from the shelve. It gets him so fucking hard. Will calmly explain to you what every single thing in your hand does while not so subtly pushing his growing bulge in the small of your back. Or seeing you in his clothing, obviously he didn’t prepare much when he decided to bring you to the surface. (Or keep you)So in order to keep your decency(not that he would ever mind if you waltz around the home nude) he lets you wear his softest sweaters. The knitted oversized material grazes the back of your calves, swallowing your body into the sea of fabric. Loves it cause it looks like the both of you actually a domestic couple. The idea of you as his wife, being able to take care of you in every way, living happily with 2 or 3 children that looked like a mixture of the both of you running around the home, filling it with laughter. The mere thought has blood rushing south, has to hide the growing tent in his pants as he gathers his daily catch.
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B (Blue balls/how do they react to stimulation denial):Knows he can’t push your limits. Isn’t going to force you into anything you don’t want to do. You’ve just been pulled(kidnapped) from your home into the land of the unknown! It’s completely understandable but. It’s so hard for him to see you snore softly in his bed. The small puddle of drool staining the fluffy pillow under your head, body curling into itself for warmth. If only you knew he imagined that pillow was you, folding in half and fucking into it like a teenager. Moaning your name softly as he came. Gave it to you with a big smile cheeks still warm from his session “this one is the softest.” Will sometimes be cheeky and let out a loud moan or two to pique your interest.
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C-(cum) listen. Listen. Listen. He’s a workaholic, so he’s usually overworks himself. Doesn’t really make time to masturbarte cause of the long hours on the sea, ergo passing out from exhaustion, meaning huge ass loads. I’m taking about puddles of cum coating his lower stomach and v line. He’s a bit pent up, what do you expect? Once you actually has sex well, enjoys decorating your body in ropes of his cum but enjoys it even more when he gets to plug you up with his cock fucking his cum further into you. Gets bashful at the amount that he releases but with you? Ha. He lives for the moment you squirt in his mouth, your hole spasming around his tongue as he slurps up all of your cum, downing it down like a man starved. You’ll have to yank his head up to get him to even breath, entangling your fingers in his damp curly hair to lift him out of his meal. A dazed smile on his glistening face, pupils blown up with lust.
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D-(dirty talk/ are they vocal in bed?) The man that’s usually so stoic and rude to others becomes pure putty in your hands. On softer days once you give him the green light, he worship your body. Showering you with compliments. “You’re so pretty sweetheart, doing so well for me.” Other days where he can’t help but to be mean, teasing you and your reactions. “Aw baby did you cum from me just rubbing your pretty pussy? I thought i told you I wanted to feel you cum on my dick, guess you had to be greedy hm?”
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E-(erogenous zones) He’s pretty sensitive on his back. Run nail on his spine and will shiver, goosebumps covering his skin. His thighs, will moan more when you’re giving him head and resting your hands on his thigh massaging the tight muscles. Loves when you leave scratches on his shoulder blades when he’s fucking you, like his own temporary tattoo.(Pouts when they start healing.)
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F-(fetish) Is into fear play. Sorry not sorry, but man literally stalked you for months. And unfortunately because of the way you two met, you did attempt to run back to the ocean more than once. (He would always catch you before you made it on the dock.) When you finally trust him and willing give his fantasies a try, likes to play into a scenario where you try to run away. Your stuttering heart beating echoing in his ears, the whines of pleasure as he manhandled your body. It gets him dizzy with lust.
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G-(giving/what they would do) He loves to make you feel good, it’s always your pleasure before his. You’re the love of his life of course he’s going to pamper you! Duh. From making out with your pussy, to sucking your stiff nipples, to softly biting into the meat of your thighs leaving blooming hickeys in their wake. He’ll always checks in to make sure you’re doing okay. Even if you aren’t in the mood, he’ll still make sure that you’re relaxed and blissful every night. Tenderly massages all the tension knots from your back, wrapping you in his large form holding you close. Even when you want time alone, will sleep in the living room like when you were adjusting.
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H-(hot and bothered/ how do you know when they’re turned on) Face and neck will start to turn pink, the stubble of his face doing very little to conceal the sudden flush. Attempts hide the obvious bulge in his trousers, trying to readjust by tucking his now hard dick into the waistband of his boxers. Voice will get deeper. Eyes will go half lidded. Yeah he’s thinking ‘bout fucking you.
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I-(initiate/how do they get things started) Cups your face gently, pressing his lips against yours. Simple kisses turn into making out, shifting into tossing each other clothes to the other side of the room. You hands grip his shoulders as he marks the column of your neck in hickeys. Dry humping for a bit until you guys shuck off your clothing and really get in to it.
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J-(jitters/how nervous do they get)He hasn’t had that many sexual partners, so sex was something relatively new to him. Was anxious to disappoint you but he quickly got the hang of it. Not gonna lie, he got more cocky overtime. Knowing your body like the back of his hand did things to his ego. Sometimes still get bashful but only when you paw at him for more.
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K-(kinks/ main kinks they enjoy) Has always wanted a big family since it was just him and his grandmother, so has a huge ass breeding kink. The thought of him being able to cum in your fertile womb has him feral. Just knowing he could knock you up. Is a bit adventurous so will be more than okay to have sex in public, folding your body on the warm sand. Unless you don’t that’s cool homie. Likes to tie you up, he didn’t learn all those different knots to not put them to use. Your whines about wanting to be able to touch him makes him feel even wanted.
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L-(location) He’s an old fashion lad, he ultimately adores to make love to you in bed. Wanting to make sure that he gets to touch every inch of skin. But he’s also a pent up horn dog. You could be in the kitchen attempting to make a meal, man will be on you in a second. Setting you down on the counter as he kisses you softly while his course hand rubs your pussy. Will fuck you on his boat in broad daylight, he cares but he doesn’t care.Your moans and the loud sound of your conjoined body releasing wet smacks through the area.
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M-(masturbation/do they do it? What do they think about?) like I said, baby boy doesn’t make enough time to release the tension coiling in his body. Watches you sleep, yeah he’s a creep like that. Rubs his bulge to your soft snore, staining his underwear with pre. Never goes too far, like to cum on your unsuspecting legs or pretty face, even though he wanted to on numerous occasions. Once you’re got there, the sexual appetite he usually ignored came rushing back to him the moment you set foot in his house. Fucks his fist, squeezing the tip of leaking dick pretending it was your softer smaller hands. Naturally he masturbates at least every night when he can’t be with you.
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N-(natural/ describe how they look without clothes) He’s not too hairy, burly arms and thick muscled legs held the usual amount of body hair. He may be a workaholic but he enjoys taking care of himself. His grandmother always told him that first appearances are everything, so makes a conscious effort to groom himself. Has a very prominent happy trail, the short hair beginning just at the bottom of his belly button. And yeah he trims his pubes, he’s a hygienic lad.
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O-(oral/ giving or receiving) He lives for pleasuring you. It was the only thing you would let him do for a couple of months so high-key got addicted to it. The breathy moans you released, the twitch of your thighs underneath his fingers, your sweet pussy oozing out cum. Could eat you out for hours, like I’m talking about jaw locking hours. As for receiving, well, the moment your hands wrap around his aching cock and your pretty lips wrap around the mushroom tip, he’s a goner. Phew! Just the mere thought of you shrouded in between his thighs, desperately trying to fit his girthy length in your mouth but failing, it makes him cum tons.
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P-(pent up/how long can they go without sex) Though he’s a sexy ass man, and the woman in town do notice him(flirt with him). He didn’t really think much about sex or relationships until you came into his life. Used to go months with release not really caring if he did, but now? Now, he can only go for a couple of days without cumming, will make time to pull multiple orgasms from the both of you even if it takes all night.
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Q-(quickly/how long does sex last with them) I’m not gonna lie, the first couple of time he came pretty quick. Your warm wet walls sucking him in further, constricting around his already twitching length. Of course he couldn’t help it. He doesn’t get much pussy, so don’t bully him :(. Now though? Well let’s just say his hunger for you is insatiable. Will go at it for literal hours, hours, round after round, not pausing (unless you need a break.) Will overstimulate the both of you to the point where you both pass out from sheer exhaustion. Mind numbing orgasm after orgasm. The bed stickly wet, your mixed juices staining the dark grey sheets.
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R-(receiving/how they act when partner takes reigns) Gurl the moment you sit ease him into you, he can’t even control the stuttering rhythm of his hips. The way your hands press against the swiney pecs, the flush covering your face as you lifted your self up and down riding him like your life depended of getting his load. Cums in a matter of minutes, but doesn’t mind if you wanna go another couple rounds. This side of you makes him feel giddy.
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S-(safe word/is it easy for them to stop?) Unless he’s dishing out punishment, you don’t have to try at all to get this behemoth to stop. The moment you signal you’re uncomfortable or the sensations are too much, he immediately goes into service mode. Handling your twitching body with upmost care, carefully wiping your puffy pussy clean, brushing his lips on the bruises his fingers left, massaging your aching muscles. He could still be hard but will abandon all pleasure just to take care of you.
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T-(trouble/ are they giving or receiving punishments?) Now you guys had to be build a sense of trust before you got to where you were, and that meant denying you of your release on multiple occasions. Suckling your clit until you cried out, but quickly pulling away the moment the tell signs of your orgasm crept up. Leaving you openly sobbing in frustration, keeps you a crying aching mess and will do it until you beg him to stop or just agree with whatever the hell he wants.
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U-(underwear/what they wear) Simple briefs. Usually opts for black or grey. Nothing too fancy. Sometimes likes to sleep in the nude but isn’t something he does often.
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V-(vocal/how loud are they) Baby gurl that coochie makes him sing like a canary. Isn’t too too loud but lets out his fair share of grunts and moans. He wants to let you know you make him feel incredible. His already deep voice lowering an octave as he groaned in your ear “you’re so fuckin’ perfect, pussy was made for me.”
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W-(Watch) He’s not too big on porn, but has a couple old erotica novels in his house.
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X-(wild card/random head cannon/ description of his meat stick) He has a very pretty dick. Ain’t gonna say it twice. Thick as a water bottle. 6 inches soft, 8.5 hard. Has a pretty pink mushroom head with two prominent veins tracing the underside of his cock and tan in colour.
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Y-(yes/would they open to new things?) My man would literally do anything for you. If you wanna fuck in the middle of the market, who is he to ignore your wish? Want him to eat you out the moment you wake up? He’s already on it. Wanna try mutual masturbation, (had a field day when you found out you read his ‘private’ books) hell yeah he’s down. Again though isn’t gonna force you to explore new things unless you 100 percent want to.
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Z-(zipper/do they get undressed or leave clothes on) There are fair occasions where he’s so feral for you that all he manages to be able to do it yank down his zipper and pull out his dick before fucking you into oblivion. But most the of the time, he loves to feel your skin on his. It just reminds him that you’re truly there with him, that he gets to be as close to you as humanely possible. Likes the both of you to be bare but also doesn’t mean he ain’t gonna fuck you when you wear those pretty dresses he got for you.
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corazondebeskar-reads · 6 months
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Fic Recs - Joel Miller (series)
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fic recs for completed and ongoing series starring Joel Miller
Key: 🏴 = dark, 💕 = fluff, ⛓ = rough/bdsm elements, 💀 = dead dove do not eat
Mind the warnings, and please read responsibly. you control your own media consumption.
All Fic Recs | TLOU Fic Recs | Joel one-shots pt. 1 & pt. 2
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dark!Joel
*note: if fics fit multiple categories but contain dark!Joel, they will go here only.
🏴💀slasher!joel by @toxicanonymity (ongoing)
summary: serial killer Joel Miller picks you up with his tow truck and you end up fighting (and fucking) for your life.
🏴⛓💀 raider!joel by @toxicanonymity (ongoing)
summary: Stockholm syndrome on your end, it isn't time that does it on his. Joel saves you from bad men, but claims you for himself and takes you with him. You're his, and he won't let anyone forget it. His survival persona starts to crack, and he gets softer with you, but even more possessive and protective. Emotionally, this is quite a slow burn. Smut wise, not so much.
🏴💀 bullet for you darlin' by @kewwrites (ongoing)
summary: After surviving on your own for so long, when you're no longer useful for trade Joel decides to take something a little more personal from you.
🏴💀 blessed be the fruit by @romana-after-dark (ongoing)
summary: A few decades into Gilead’s conception, you head into your first posting as a handmaid after an affair with a guardian landed you in trouble. Determined to keep your head low in order to keep your son safe, you take on the moniker of OfJoel. Commander Miller has very little to do with you and mrs. Miller regards you with disgust, however you find solace in an unlikely friendship with Commander Miller’s daughter from a handmaid 14 years ago, Ellie who just got done with wives school. You and your friend, Ofthomas start teacher her and her friend Reilly under her mothers nose. Slowly, Commander Miller begins spending time with you and you begin to learn more about the man he was before and an affair begins outside the confines of the ceremony. Although initially you go along with it out if survival, you find yourself falling for the version of Joel you saw in these late night rendezvous.
Which Joel is really him, and how will he react when his own daughters secrets are revealed?
🏴💀 vampire!Joel series by @toxicanonymity (ongoing)
summary: vampire!Joel kidnaps you and tries to keep you.
🏴💀 smother by @beardedjoel (ongoing)
summary: can you hold a man as both your savior to be worshipped and the monster that he is?
🏴 carnal by @pascalsbby
summary: You thought you had it all figured out before him. Animals. Tender, primal flesh. That’s what we are at the end of the day, no? Fucking, testing one another, and then eating each other alive, heart first. Maybe the heart is the sweetest part of the body- or maybe it’s just the easiest to get to. You knew you wanted to be completely devoured by him. You wanted to fill the space between his teeth.
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bdsm
fics with explicitly d/s dynamics or play, not just rough sex/kinks, dom!Joel unless otherwise noted
⛓ strawberry by @joelsgreys (ongoing)
summary: a series of connected stand-alones following daddy dom!Joel and sub!reader through different elements of their dynamic.
⛓ you wanted this by @alwaysmicado (complete?)
summary: Joel and you have a fun dynamic going. You provoke him, he punishes you - you both get off. When you meet him after you’ve fucked someone else, he decides to show you who you belong to. It’s all fun and games, right?
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qz!Joel
something wretched about this by @covetyou (complete)
summary: Your father has been sick since before the world went to shit, but being sick now just made things even harder. Ration cards were few and far between, and the pills to keep him comfortable were even scarcer. When he can't pay up, what lengths will you go to to protect your entire world? Featuring Joel Miller; self appointed pharmacist, medication supplier, drug dealer and total, utter slut.
the menu by @tightjeansjavi (ongoing)
Joel Miller has a menu concocted just for his customers. Pills? He’s got ‘em. Guns? Ammo? Name your price. Booze to warm the broken souls and hearts of the QZ? give him a holler. Everything comes with a price, of course. Joels got somethin’ special on his menu. Somethin’ that he doesn’t advertise freely. Y’gotta want it. Y’gotta have a desire that matches his own, only then will he offer what you seek.
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jackson!Joel
A Safe Haven by @joelsgreys (ongoing)
summary: When Joel Miller and Ellie Williams return to Jackson, Wyoming to begin their new lives, the last thing Joel expects is to catch the eye of the thriving community’s equine veterinarian. Young, beautiful, and married, Joel knows that he should stay away from a woman like you, but he can’t help but to be drawn to you like a moth to a flame. As you start growing closer to both Joel and Ellie, you find out all about the secrets they both carry—and they find out you’ve been hiding a secret or two of your own.
mall rats by @strang3lov3 (ongoing)
summary: you and Joel are assigned to scavenge an old mall. (well, you're assigned and Joel has to accompany you for backup). sarcasm, bickering-as-foreplay, and more ensue.
Mr. Miller series by @tremendum (ongoing)
summary: six months before you ran yourself into any trouble with somebody - that’s no easy feat, considering your track record, so you like to call it a win anyways. but boy, talk about a rocky start with someone. Tommy’s goddamn brother, no less.
slow hands by @tightjeansjavi (ongoing)
summary: Joel Miller thinks that your coffee shop in Jackson is a bit too “frivolous” for his taste until Tommy tells him one day that it’s the best cup of coffee that he’ll ever have. Little does he know..he’s going to get more than just a cup of coffee when he finally meets you. You soon find out that the grumpy old man with a rambunctious teenager, is hiding sugar sweet softness under layers of hardness.
Fear of God by @netherfeildren (complete)
summary: What was monstrousness? What was it, but a certainty that there existed within you multitudes of desires, needs, guilts, impulses – humanity? At the end of the world, when the dust has finally settled, Joel grapples with what it is to take hold of your own monstrosity – your own humanity – and live with it. And what it is to bear that truth in the palm of your hand held towards the person you love, offer it to them, and have it be accepted for what it was. Courage, above all else, it is courage that is necessary to go on.
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angst
clouds by @softlyspector (two shot)
summary: Joel comes home to find you telling your daughter a bedtime story.
Pink by @netherfeildren (complete)
summary: Humanism: an outlook or system of thought attaching prime importance to human rather than divine or supernatural matters. Humanist beliefs stress the potential value and goodness of human beings, emphasize common human needs, and seek solely rational ways of solving human problems.
dinner and diatribes by @tightjeansjavi (ongoing)
summary: you’re the kind of love that Joel Miller has been dreaming of all his life
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fluff
[yikes I do not read enough fluff. send me your faves pls. coming soon?]
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no outbreak/AU
New in Town by @justagalwhowrites (ongoing)
summary: When you move to Austin for work, your best friend Sarah recommends that you hang out with her dad, Joel, to get to know the area. Sarah just never mentioned the fact that her dad is just your type.
ravish by @psychedelic-ink (complete?)
summary: Joel, only now starting to feel the impending sense of loneliness, decides to listen to Tommy and sign up on an online streaming service called Ravish.
a lover's pinch by @hier--soir (ongoing)
summary: a one-night stand with a charming texan turns into something much more thrilling when you discover he is your new college professor. joel miller is entirely off limits. but now that you’ve had a taste, will you be able to keep your hands to yourselves?
sugar daddy joel by @notjustjavierpena (ongoing)
summary: Joel Miller, a walking menace, buys you pretty things in exchange for shoving his cock in you. 
the checklist by @thetriumphantpanda (ongoing)
summary: Your new boyfriend Joel finds your hidden stash of porn, full of pages with their corners folded over, marking the things you like the most. Expecting him to feel bad about finding things you’re into, things you haven’t asked for from him, you’re surprised when he offers to help you tick them off.
meet me in the back series by @atticrissfinch (ongoing)
summary: When the gas station clerk refuses to sell you alcohol after a shitty day, you need to get creative
Divine Dynasty by @cavillscurls (ongoing)
summary: Your father had been a loyal asset to the Miller Clan for his entire life. After his passing, Joel feels a responsibility for you and your safety; inviting you further into his world, and your desires.
Law of Attraction by @mandoisapunk (ongoing)
summary: you and your criminal law professor have an undeniable attraction toward each other. so, it's only natural that you both explore that attraction... but navigating a dynamic like that is never as simple as it seems.
online friends by @walkintotheriveranddisappear (complete)
summary: hot single dilfs in your area want to chat, and you're more than willing to comply (aka: anonymous sex chatting with joel)
Catalyst by @ezrasbirdie (ongoing; ft. Frankie Morales)
summary: After falling into bed together on the night of Frankie’s 40th birthday party, you, Joel, and Frankie start a relationship.
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trentsixtysix · 1 year
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Stockholm Syndrome
Summary: After a relationship going on for years, you find yourself unable to leave when everything suddenly changes and Trent isn’t the same man you fell in love with.
WARNINGS: This (short) series will contain Angst and (light) Smut. Unhealthy relationship (please don’t read if this will affect you), Mentions of loss, Toxic Trent, D-head Trent, cliche.
Word Count: 5.3k
Chapter 2
Chapter 1 here
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You were exhausted from your weekend away, things weren't the greatest between the two of you recently so you decided to go out with your friends for a bit, spending most of the days dwelling on how shit things had turned for you, and the nights wasted in the club.
You were back now, and although you were anxious, you were missing Trent, you wanted nothing more than to spend your week with him and for things to return to normal, maybe a break was just what you needed.
He was at training the entire day again of course, and that left you home alone, left to clean up the mess him and his friends had created whilst you were away. You didn't even mind, in fact you missed the sense of normality this gave you, you liked that it keeped you busy.
Surprisingly you returned to see your bedroom incredibly tidy, unsure of how Trent found the motivation to keep it so clean. After you cleaned up downstairs, you went back up to your room and unpacked the few bits and bobs you took with you.
You looked up to realise the room was a mess again, something else to keep you occupied, and once you cleared most of it away you decided it'd be best to change the bedsheets. You made a start by pulling the duvet off, only to be alarmed when you heard a slight clatter as something was knocked off of the bedside table, and upon further inspection you recognised it to be a bracelet.
It wasn't any bracelet you'd seen before, sterling silver when everything you wore was only Gold. You held it up to see a small 'D' initial engraved in it and decided to put it away, a feeling of anxiety creeping upon you again as you naturally assumed the worst.
You remained fixated on it for so long that after stashing it away in your pocket you had completely abandoned the task of changing the sheets, deciding you'd do so later as you set the duvet nicely again and continued about your day, anticipating Trent's arrival and how you'd even bring this up to him.
Eventually he came home, and in a great mood too as he pretty much attacked you with hugs and kisses as soon as he came through the door.
'Did you miss me?' You chuckled, reciprocating his embrace.
'Of course I did, been waiting to watch that movie with you.' He informed you, kissing you on the forehead before he ran upstairs to shower and get changed.
He joined you a little while later, cosying up to you on the sofa as you put the movie you'd been wanting to watch on, and seeing that Trent disappeared to bring back all of your favourite snacks just made your night so much better, maybe this break really was what you needed.
'I love you.' He told you, as he buried his head into your neck, lowkey crushing you but the moment was too pure that you weren't about to ask him to move.
'I love you more.' You blushed, accidentally screaming a little too loud when he flipped you over so that you were on top of him, kissing you all over whilst he became increasingly more handsy.
'You're so fucking beautiful.' He told you, motioning for you to take your top off as he caressed your back.
You kissed him deeply, admiring the way his hands travelled down your back and rested at your bum, softly creating circles over your jean pocket.
'What's this?' He chuckled, tracing over something in your pocket, pulling it out to see it was the bracelet you found from earlier.
'Oh.. I found it in our room when I was tidying up.' You softly explained, afraid he'd get mad at you for taking it incase it was something important.
'What were you tidying up? I left the room spotless.' He informed you, furrowing his brows as your heart suddenly began to beat harder, fearing another fight that would ruin this moment as you believed things were changing.
'I know, I made a bit of a mess when I was unpacking that's all.' You explained, as he just studied the bracelet even harder.
'Uh.. whose is it?' You carefully asked, pulling him out of his trance whilst using your thumb to rub his cheek, affectionately as you didn't want to appear confrontational, and he paused for a moment before answering you.
'My mum's. She was the one who left our room spotless.' He explaned giggling, making sense as the 'D' was for his mother Dianne, calming you down a bit as it lightened the mood.
'Damn she could've done the kitchen too.' You joked, making him laugh.
'She did, I just had the boys 'round and they messed it up again.' He chuckled, running his fingers through your hair as he kissed you again.
'Thank God.' You sighed, your smile peeking through as you were relieved.
'Why? What did you think?' He defensively said.
'No nothing, don't worry.' You said, wanting to forget about it.
'Well where were we?' Trent smirked, picking you up bride style as he whisked you away upstairs, leaving you unable to stop your giggles as you continued what you started upstairs..
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‘I fucked another girl.’
His words replayed over and over in your head, washing out everything he was trying to say to you as you emptily gazed at the floor.
You should've known when you noticed how he could be so cold and then so affectionate towards you so often, he'd been away all of the time and staying out extremely late so of course he was being unfaithful. Looking back, the signs were right in front of you and you going away for the weekend was just another ticket for him to betray you.
You didn’t sleep at all after he told you, eventually pretending to have fallen asleep to get Trent to stop bothering you, to stop trying to talk to you and apologise, just constantly reminding you of what he did.
You tried your hardest to suppress your sobs all night, and it infuriated you to see him sleeping like a baby next to you whilst your heart was breaking - how could someone be so heedless about what they did?
It had been hours since his revelation, and here you both were trying to ‘work it out’ in early hours of the day. You didn’t have a choice, like he said it was ‘his house' and you hated him for having this power over you right now knowing you had nowhere to go.
Your parents wouldn't understand, their old fashioned thinking would tell you to work it out, you didn't want to be a burden to your friends and Trent's family were definitely not an option.
Sure you had your own funds, you could sort yourself a nice apartment out in good time. But deep down you couldn’t bear to part with him, not right now at least. You wanted to hear what he had to say, to hear his explanation on why he did this to you - you both knew you weren’t going anywhere yet either, which was why Trent was so confident in his words.
He tried to make you breakfast, he kissed your forehead repeatedly which he knew you loved and slaved after you the entire morning but you weren’t interested. You wanted to know why he did what he did, you weren’t falling for his act right now.
‘Why? And no bullshit this time just answer my question.’ You asked him, for what felt like the 100th time, and each time he would find a way to avoid answering your question properly.
‘I was angry. I know it’s not an excuse baby.’ He sulked, as you just looked at him with disgust, looking at the beautifully large rock on your ring finger, toying with the band constantly out of habit - something you'd always do when you were anxious.
‘But why? What did I do?’ You pleaded, tears spilling more aggressively now as you tried to stop them.
‘Nothing. Listen to what I have to say and please don’t cry.’ He begged you, but it was too late for that at this point.
‘We’ve been so distant, it felt like you didn’t even care about me anymore, about us.’ He explained, shrugging as you didn’t even touch the omelette he made you, plus you were far too nauseous to eat right now.
‘I don’t care about you?! I quit my job for you Trent. To be here for you.’ You screamed, anger taking over now.
‘You haven’t let me forget it, and I appreciate it Y/n-.’ He slyly said.
'So you wanted to see if I would care is that what this is about?' You asked, as his face gave away it.
‘Fuck you. How selfish can you be?’ You scoffed.
‘You're right, I’m so sorry.’ He repeated, his apologies only worsening your mood.
‘Whatever I can’t do this Trent, I’m done.’ You bluntly said, preparing to get up, but he stopped you.
‘What?’ He asked.
‘I don’t know what to say, I’m done.’
‘Just like that?’
‘Just like that.’
‘Sit down.’
‘What?’
‘Sit down Y/n.’ He demanded, voice firm with you, as you unknowingly found yourself obliging.
‘Just hear me out?’ He added, softer.
‘When was this?’ You asked him.
‘What?’
‘When did this happen Trent? When did you fuck her? Or better yet how many did you fuck?!’ You whined.
‘It was once Y/n. And you know I regret it so much.’
‘When?!’ You pushed, slapping his chest once again in frustration.
‘I’m not sure, just before our anniversary? When you were away’ He revealed, rubbing his eyes.
'Is that who the bracelet really belonged to? And I was over here thinking it was your mum's.' You scoffed.
'I was gonna tell you I swear, but then things started looking so good for us there was no chance I was ruining it again.'
'Did you see her again after that?' You asked, as he nodded - leaving you to take a deep breath to compose yourself.
'Only once but it wasn't like that I swear, just let me explain.'
'Explain it to me then Trent because I just don't understand.' You cried.
'I gave the bracelet back and told her to leave me alone, that I have a fiancée at home and this was a mistake.' He said, sobbing.
‘Stop, you don’t get to cry.’ You explained, not understanding how he could be anywhere near as upset as you right now.
'But I'm upset Y/n. You're my girl.' He told you, taking your hands into his as you had no choice but to slap them away, feeling repulsed at any physical contact with him right now.
‘Did you fuck her in my bed?’ You wondered, watching as his eyes widened at how crass you were being.
‘Y/n please.’
‘Answer my question Trent.’
‘It’s only gonna hurt you more, there’s no point.’ He replied, basically answering your question for you.
‘I need to hear you say it. You wanna work this out? I need to hear you admit what you did to me.’ You said, as he prepared to tell you the worst.
‘Baby, I wasn’t thinking.’ He explained.
‘And you let me sleep in the same sheets after? I feel sick.’ You cried, holding your stomach.
'Better yet you fucked me in the same sheets after.' You muttered, the funny feeling in your stomach not allowing you to finish your sentence properly.
‘And I hate myself for it.’ He tried telling you, holding your face as he made you look into his eyes.
‘Was she better than me?’ You asked, catching him off guard again as you placed your hands over his.
‘What?’
‘You know what I’m talking about. Was she better than me?’ You said, as he groaned in frustration with himself.
‘I’m not talking about this Y/n.’
‘Did she make you feel as good as I do?’ You pushed.
‘No. No of course she didn’t.’ He responded, bluntly.
‘So you threw it away for what Trent?’
‘6 years gone for average sex?’ You slammed.
‘That’s not why it happened babe.’ He tried saying, but you cut him off.
‘You don’t think I’ve been unsatisfied? Do you see me turning to someone else?’ You backed, wiping your face, clearly taking a jab at his ego as you began to toy with your ring again, trying to pull it off and place it in his hands.
‘I’m begging you to stay.' He said, almost forcefully twisting the ring back onto your finger.
'Work this out with me Y/n, I can’t function without you.’ He claimed, holding you upright as you eventually buried your head in his neck, crying because you knew you couldn’t cope without him either.
‘You told me to leave last night, said that it’s your house.’ You reminded him.
‘It’s our house. I wasn’t thinking, I couldn’t cope if you left Y/n.’ He sobbed.
You knew no matter how bad he fucked up you couldn’t go without him, especially right now. Others would call you stupid, but you knew he was the only thing you knew, the only sense of familiarity you had left. You morphed into adults with each other and you were damned if you were gonna throw away your relationship so quickly without thinking over it first.
‘Please don’t go.’ He begged, crying even more as he tightened his embrace, watching you from above as you wondered what to do.
‘Do you know what I am Trent?’ You asked, as he shook his head.
‘I’m an idiot.. a cliche.’ You replied, leading him to try telling you that you're not, that you’re more than that.
‘I am. You’ve embarrassed me and I’m still here like a dickhead. Why? Because I love you.’ You cried.
‘And I love you too, you’re none of those things. We can work this out I promise. No one even needs to know.’ He assured you, holding you tight as he kissed your forehead.
‘What would your mum say?’ You asked him, getting him to think.
'She'd be disappointed wouldn't she? She'd think what happened to the boy she raised?' You said, answering for him as he looked glum in realisation, silenced by what you'd just said as you walked away.
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Weeks had passed and you couldn't have said things were going better for you. You weren't arguing at all, but that was due to the fact you didn't speak much, unsure why you were even still there. It was clear Trent was walking on egg shells around you to keep you happy, even this simple gesture gave you hope for the future but ultimately you had made a decision.
'Where are you going?' He asked you, watching you reach for your coat and car keys.
'Lucy's, I'll be back.' You simply said, even though you both knew you weren't leaving for good.
'Be back soon we have a dinner to go to.' He said, cut off by the sound of the door shutting.
Lucy was a childhood friend, who happened to be dating Trent's elder brother. You needed to talk to her about what had happened, there was no one who knew you better than she did, and although you weren't in contact all of the time she was someone you could confide in about everything, which is why she was one of the only people who knew about your problems with Trent.
'It's been so long.' She gasped, bringing you in for a hug at the door as she welcomed you in, not having talked properly in a few weeks.
'Let's not do the small talk, how are things?' Asked Lucy, relieving you as you didn't know how to bring the topic up.
'He got with someone else.' You revealed, the tears beginning to flow again.
'Oh Y/n.' She said, pulling you in for a hug, and it felt like a knife through the chest to have to spend the next hour explaining this nightmare all over again to her.
'Don't tell me you're staying? You literally found some bitch's bracelet in your room.' She pointed out, and as much as she tried to be understanding she had judgement plastered all over her face. You couldn't even blame her, if it was the other way around you'd smack her into her senses.
'I'm leaving him Luce, don't worry.' You told her, mind made up regardless of what you'd told Trent.
'Oh thank God. Does he know this?' She asked, as you shook your head.
'It's too early, I need him to think I at least tried.' You interjected.
'Why do you need to be the one trying? He's the one that's thrown it away.' She explained to you, and you couldn’t even disagree.
'Not right now. I'll do it but I can't right now, where would I go?' You informed her.
'You can come stay with me, I'm here for you.' She reminded you.
'And Tyler? Don't think Trent will be happy with his brother housing his ex girlfriend.' You joked.
'Who cares, Tyler listens to me I'm the boss.' She smiled, and you couldn't help but think back to when your relationship with Trent was like that.
'You are coming tonight aren't you?' She asked, as you sat there confused.
'Coming to what?' You replied.
'It's Tyler's birthday remember?' She reminded you.
'It completely slipped my mind, haven't even said happy birthday to him.' You revealed, making her chuckle.
'He's having a birthday dinner tonight, hasn't Trent told you?'
'Must've slipped his mind too with all the shit we've been arguing about.' You explained.
'Well here he comes now.' Whispered Lucy, as Tyler entered the room.
'You alright Y/n?' He asked.
'I'm great, Happy birthday.' You said to him, as he leant in for a hug - and you soon realised another thing you'd absolutely miss if you left Trent was the close relationship you had with his brothers, there was so much at stake for you.
‘You okay? You seem a bit down.’ He observed. Great, everyone could see how miserable you were.
You stayed with her for pretty much the entire day, only going home when Trent started to ring and message you, he was clearly debating the possibilities of you having left him for good.
It was approaching 6pm by the time you got home, and there Trent was hunched over the kitchen island, scrolling through his phone as he watched you get inside.
'You're back later than usual.' He noticed, in a playful way - and you found it hard believing he was talking to you so casually, it was like he believed you'd gotten over everything so fast.
'Got carried away with Luce.' You told him, on your way upstairs to get changed for the evening, noticing he was already dressed.
'You didn't tell her anything did you?' He asked, following you to your shared bedroom, making you stop in your tracks as you got into your closet.
'No. Why?' You lied, staring at him.
'Nah nothing I just don't want Tyler knowing about it.' He said, leaning against the door frame.
'Yeah I get it, I wouldn't want my family knowing if I did something that shitty.' You slammed, turning away from him before you noticed him take a deep breath in defeat as he ignored your comment.
'Did Luce tell you about Tyler's dinner tonight?' He questioned - knowing a dinner was the last thing you wanted to go to right now.
'Yep.' You bitterly answered, even though you didn't have any intention of going, knowing you’d have to apologise to them later as you made up an excuse.
'Tyler wants to gather some of us guys, mum and dad will be there too.' He said, which means you had to be there.
You took a long hard look at him, and you fucking hated yourself for being so easily convinced. He looked so innocent standing there in anticipation that you felt bad for saying no, reaching to find an outfit you could quickly change into, to which he noticed and let out a faint smile appreciating your efforts.
You took longer than you'd have liked to, realising that Trent was sat in the car waiting for you, causing you to make your way down and meet him there after locking everything up.
You could see him eyeing you up through the windows; you'd purposely worn your black knitted dress which made your hips sway perfectly and kept your hair down tonight - you had a plan and you definitely needed to look good for it.
'You look...' He started, trying to find the words for your beauty as you got into the passenger seat.
'Amazing?' You said, trying to finish his sentence.
'Amazing doesn't do you justice but yeah.' He laughed, making you giggle too, stopping when you noticed him staring at you a little too hard.
'You gonna drive?' You asked, startling him out of his daze and to start the car.
'Haven’t seen you smile in ages, you look stunning.' He told you, not meeting your eyes as for once he was the one blushing from your gaze.
You thought about that interaction for the rest of the car ride, where you both remained silent simply because of the long day you'd had. You both knew you didn't wanna be there at all, but upon looking at Trent beside you driving, that sense of comfort returned.
You thought back to his apology and the more you did you realised he was your soulmate, everyone goes through these issues right? You hoped it would only make the relationship stronger and maybe it was worth forgiveness and staying with him..
'Come on then.' He beckoned, opening the door for you as he took you inside the restaurant, meeting up with their large group of friends and his parents.
You took the time to say hi to everyone, taking care to spend the most time with his parents, who over the years acted as your parents too, you’d always love them regardless of how things were with you and Trent
'How are you beautiful?' Asked Dianne, leaning in for a kiss as you told her you're well, lying through your teeth.
'Still no girl?' Trent joked, seeing his youngest brother sat by himself as everyone else was coupled up.
'I wasn't aware everyone was bringing a bird or I would've bought one.' He replied, making everyone laugh.
You seated yourselves in the middle; Trent's parents on one side to you, and Lucy and Tyler on the other, with all of their friends scattered around the table.
The night went great, and it reminded you of old times when all of you were this close, meeting regularly with each other. You were so happy in fact that you found yourself leaning into Trent's shoulder, content with the way the night had gone.
It wasn't until you noticed a girl walking past the table a few times, pausing as she repeatedly looked over in your direction, and you were so tired you couldn't decipher who she was looking at, however after a while you realised she was staring at Trent, causing you to hurriedly get your head off of his shoulder.
'What's up?' He whispered, and you just discreetly gestured to the blonde who was now approaching you, assuming it was a fan who wanted a picture.
An especially pretty fan, but nonetheless you didn't mind as you were used to fans from all over approaching him when you guys were in public, expecting T to brush her off or tell her to come back when he was about to leave.
'Trent! Long time no see.' She giggled, going in straight away for a hug, to which he awkwardly didn't return, just sat there as she had her hands wrapped around him, and from what she'd said you realised this was no fan.
Her hand clutched onto your chair as she rubbed Trent's back slightly, and all thoughts of anger and hatred re entered your body as upon further inspection you noticed the same exact bracelet you had found in your room on her wrist, with the very same 'D' initial.
'Hi my name is Daisy! You are?' She asked, her blinding veneers shining through at you as she flashed you a smile, and all that was running through your head was insecurity as you couldn't believe this is what Trent had thrown you away for.
'My fiancée, Y/n.' Trent said, answering for you as he took your hand in his, clearly not appreciated by the girl as she just made a face, and no matter how annoying this home wrecker was, you had to remember Trent was the one who betrayed you, not her.
You knew his family was watching, you knew all eyes were on you, and you looked back at Lucy to see if she had noticed the same thing you did, and judging by her face she had.
'This is a family dinner, you can take your picture with him after.' Lucy said, as you tried to hide your smirk.
'Excuse me?' She said, baffled as everyone couldn't help but watch.
'You can go now.' Lucy told her, as Trent just clutched your hand harder - What a little bitch he was, you thought. He couldn't even tell her to leave himself.
'Not sure what all that was about, but as I was saying.. I wouldn't mind a destination wedding.' Tyler continued, as everyone got back involved with his conversation, and as soon as she was gone and the attention was off of you, you dropped Trent's hand.
'Eh who says I want a destination wedding?' Lucy joked.
'I swear I didn't know she'd be here.' Trent whispered to you, but you just backed away as he got closer to your ear, you didn't care for what he had to say at this moment, the embarrassment was too much for you now.
'Where are yous having your wedding?' Dianne asked, directed to you and Trent, aware that you hadn't even got round to planning it yet despite being engaged for some time.
'Wherever the Mrs wants.' Trent winked, making you feel sick at the fake affection he was showing you in front of his mum.
'Well you know Trent, he says he likes one thing but he does another.' You said, with a smile as Trent tried to let out a smile, aware everyone on the table knew there must be some hidden meaning to that.
'Didn't you want a beach wedding Trent?' Asked his dad.
'Really? I never knew that, guess we can add it to the list of things that have been kept from me.' You laughed, almost forcing the others to laugh with you, but the tension could be cut with a knife as Trent let out a fake grin and the others retuned to their own conversations again.
'Just stop this.' Whispered Trent.
'Stop what? I'm just joking about.' You said, out loud for everyone to hear, only mortifying him more as he pulled out his phone to look occupied.
'Oh what's the matter Y/n?' Dianne asked, interjecting.
'Trent's a bit scared of what I'm going to say for some reason.' You told her, laughing.
'Don't worry T I won't let them know! See how loyal I am? Hard to find these days isn't it.' You continued, looking at him as he just had his face down in avoidance.
You conversed with Lucy a little as you waited for the night to end, suddenly wanting to go home even more as your anger had disappeared, it was taken over by sadness now and you weren't about to cry in front of everyone, already regretting what you'd said as you didn't need anyone being in on your relationship issues.
'Well we're gonna head off now, happy birthday bro I hope you had a good night.' Trent said, leaning in to hug Tyler and Luce as you both left, saying one last goodbye to his parents too.
Suddenly he grabbed your wrist, pulling hard when you were no longer in their sight, and dragged you all the way to the car.
'Get the fuck off of me.' You shrieked, trying to pry his fingers off of you.
'Shut up Y/n, get in the car.' He ordered, opening the door for you and locking it as soon as you were both in.
'Don't ever pull some shit like that again.' He shouted, waving his finger in your face as he fastened his seatbelt.
'Me? What was she doing here?' You questioned, slapping his finger away.
'You think I invited her to my brother's birthday? Grow up Y/n.' He laughed, pissing you off as you hated how patronising he could be.
''I wouldn't put it past you, you've stooped this low in the first place by getting with a bimbo like that.' You cried, not proud of the way you were putting her down, but being so angry in the moment you didn't care - you were upset and wanted others to hurt like you were.
‘All you do is fucking cry.’ He snapped, gripping the wheel.
'You embarrassed me in front of my whole family, I can't fucking take you anywhere I swear.' Trent added, applying speed now as he rushed home.
'Now you now how it feels right? To be embarrassed like that.' You told him.
'Tell me Trent, how would you feel if I was fucked by another guy?' You asked, and as soon as he'd heard what you said he began to drive faster.
'The woman you've loved for 6 years going behind your back and lying to you.' You added, analysing his face which just displayed pure rage, and for a moment you were scared as he was going faster than he'd ever gone before.
'Slow down Trent.' You told him, trying to keep your calm as he didn't listen, only increasing his speed.
'Trent please, I feel sick.' You said, putting your hands on his arms to steady yourself as he refused to listen to you, and every speed bump and pothole just made the journey more and more insufferable the whole way, you even wished you'd get stopped and made to pull over to combat the terrible feeling in your stomach.
This was his way of letting you know who's in charge, he knew he couldn't do anything else to you. And if cheating on you wasn't enough, here he was attempting to scare you into admission.
As soon as he pulled up on the drive you ran to the bush outside and threw up, a combination of the journey and the anxiety given to you from this night. He didn't even acknowledge you as he let himself into the house, shutting the door behind him as he left you there, having to use your own key to let yourself in when you were done.
You had a glass of water before making your way upstairs; knackered and needing to sleep, and upon entering your room you noticed he was already tucked away sleeping, leaving you to quickly shower and join him soon afterwards.
You pulled the duvet back and got into there, staying still for a moment as even a new bed spread and a few weeks later you couldn't bear the fact another girl had been in this bed.
You knew he was mad, so you didn't even attempt to lie close to him, facing the other way and moving to the end of the incredible wide bed, but you were caught off guard when he hooked his arm around you and pulled you close into him.
You looked behind you to see he was half asleep, acting as the big spoon as he kissed your cheek - which you knew was his way of saying sorry.
'Y/n.' He called, still half asleep.
'Hm?' You hummed, eyes closing.
'Tomorrow, you need to get the fuck out of my house.' He simply said, holding you even tighter as he continued to cuddle you, leaving you shocked at his words.
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Chapter 3
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Softer Pt.2
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I like October, it's my birthday month, and I finally finished the second part of Softer :p
Anyway, I think you can tell that I like the word need, necesitar, in Spanish or English sounds good :D and this is my favorite part, I think, I really like how they both turned out
Yandere!Fyodor x Reader
English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes
sumary: You tried to escape and now you have to take the consequences, but you make something change in Fyodor... (but the part 2 >:p) Pt.1
tw: yandere behavior, kidnapping, explicit self-harms, blood, manipulation, brainwashing, stockholm syndrome, reader needs therapy, self-blame, suicidal thoughts, mention of death (no one dies), blood loss, manipulation, trauma, mention of god, Fyodor is a fucking tw
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It was three phases from your confession and your punishment.
Everything was perfect and nice for the first two weeks, until your cuts became scars. He seemed to go out of his way to make you feel good and loved by him, and you were very grateful. Now, you feel ungrateful to be complaining about his change.
After six weeks, your ribs healed and he began to distance you. When you noticed that, you panicked, you cried whole nights and days in your room because of this fact, how was it possible that something like this had affected you so much? You don't even know yourself, you just know that you wanted to pull out every hair on your body to forget about the emotional pain you were carrying.
And now, well, you can't be so horrible and say that Fyodor is back to his usual self, it's more like a strange mix, that comforts you. That this Fyodor is a mix of the previous ones makes you think he's trying to be gentle, but he's having a difficult time. You like to opine that that's the right reason for not sinking you further.
You wish you could say you hate normal Fyodor, but you can't hate any part of Fyodor and that worries you. What's been happening to you? Why are you behaving this way? Always looking for the terrorist's cold touch like an abandoned dog. Always waiting for him like a dog, loving him like one, messy, intense and ready to die for your owner.
Your mind was broken, atrophied and without any hope of repair. That scares you. You don't want this! You want your mind back! You miss being able to think about something else that isn't related to Fyodor. It's like being an intruder in your own mind, you no longer belong in that place full of happy memories, now blurred.
Sometimes you love your useless mind, you love believing in him the way you do, and you love how that seems to satisfy him. Maybe that's all your mind is looking for: to satisfy him.
Speaking of satisfying: he no longer seems to enjoy punishing you, which completely disorients you. All your life you were assuming that the only way to satisfy Fyodor was to let him mistreat you, but now? Now he was only touching you to give you light caresses. You don't want to be an idiot, you love that now your body doesn't suffer, but that doesn't take away from the fact that a small part of your skin is missing the pain. It's as if you were created to be hurt.
You convince yourself that you are ungrateful. Fyodor has changed for you, and you play the victim, saying that everything is so weird, poor you. You can't think about anything else besides yourself because you are a bad person, because you don't deserve the change Fyodor made for you.
It's not like before, everything is so much more comfortable in his presence, even if afterward he disappears for hours and makes your mind a prison of horrible thoughts, thoughts of firmly believing that it's your fault he's gone.
Physical contact has also changed, it is somewhat more common than with normal Fyodor, but it is nothing compared to gentle Fyodor. It really hurts you inside every time he is in front of you, and he isn't touching you or talking to you. Something is broken, and you don't quite know why. How needy of attention have you become in this time?
What did Fyodor do with your mind? You don't know. The horror of what he did to you is still in you, lurking like a shadow. It won't go away.
Sometimes there's a little voice deep in the back of your head, the only sane part left in you. It shows up on dark nights, when you're alone, makes you realize all the shit Fyodor put you through and how much he fucked up your mental health. You like having that little voice, it feels like getting over Fyodor somehow, it's a shame it disappears the next morning along with the first bite of breakfast.
Even though you listen to it, you never mind it, and that can be noticed by the need to not be able to bear it anymore, you need Fyodor so badly. You miss him every time he's gone. You miss the person who hurt you.
Maybe you really are going crazy.
You think about the fact that Fyodor took care of you after the punishment, when you were moribund and almost unable to move from the pain, and that his kind behavior ended after all your damages were healed.
You were about to do something crazy, you were aware of it, but you would give anything to feel that angelic temperature change again.
You have a sharp knife in your hand, you squeeze it so hard that your fist turns white. Fyodor never hides sharp objects, only pills, he knows you wouldn't be able to kill yourself with them out of fear.
Something tells you to kill yourself, to teach Fyodor a lesson.
Again your ungrateful thoughts come back, he already told you, you are just a brat. A fucking brat, and what you were doing now proves it.
But can you really blame yourself for this? You just need his attention, you need that love in his hands, you need him to care so much about you that he locks every drawer in the house.
That's why you're here now, in the bathroom, with your elbows resting on the sink and the knife almost brushing against your clean arm. About to kill a part of you to keep his gentleness alive.
You think about whether it's possible that he might be angry with you for this, for staining your skin with wounds without his permission. You think if he gets angry and punishes you it will also be worth it because there is a chance he will take care of you after that like the first time.
Maybe all you need to do is talk it over with him, maybe you need his naked body against yours to keep control, or maybe a simple kiss would be better. Maybe you should relax, maybe you should ask him for a hug, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe….
A cut and the blood starts to spread. You feel an immense urge to vomit, and you regret everything that led you to this moment.
You drop the knife limply and cover the wound with your now free hand. You watch the scene you've made for yourself with wide, shocked eyes. Why did you do all this? Just for Fyodor's attention? How pathetic of you.
You're like a child, crying and screaming, having a tantrum to get what you want.
You don't even heed your thoughts, and your gaze returns to the knife lying in the sink. The fright has dissipated and only silence remains. You need to cut more, how will you make Fyodor care about you with just one cut? You need more, you need to tear your arm if you have to, take your skin off, anything.
It's just a cut.
You move your hand away from the wound, blood is still coming out, but you don't care. You grab the knife, careful not to let it slip through the red fluid, and keep cutting.
It's just a cut, a few cuts, many cuts.
You stop when you get dizzy and lose your balance, drop the knife on the floor and miraculously you don't fall with it. You lean against the wall behind you and watch as the floor fills with your dripping blood. It's too much, too much, oh God, now you're going to die, aren't you? Is that what's going to happen?
You deserve to die, or at least you convince yourself of it, you're just a useless entity in Fyodor's house, what other function do you do here besides pursuing him? It would be like a punishment for being so selfish, for loving Fyodor so much.
Sometimes it surprises you how much you hate yourself just because you are you. Would you hate Fyodor the same way if he were like you? You don't even need to think about it, you already know the answer.
You hear footsteps outside the bathroom. Of course, you made some noise when you dropped the knife and almost fell yourself in the process. Fyodor had to notice, wait, that meant that Fyodor was paying attention to you and the noises you were making. He could just stay absorbed in his work, but no, he's here now.
Three soft knocks on the door are enough to make you tremble.
"Everything okay?"
You cry the instant you hear his voice, yes, there's the soft Fyodor. You recognize hints of tenderness and concern in his voice., you can recognize it.
You shouldn't have cut yourself off, now you change your mind and you don't want Fyodor to see you this way, weak and unbearable. If he realizes that you can't live without him by your side, you're sure he'll leave you, that you'll be too annoying for him and he'll go back to being his old self, this time forever, or until he gets rid of you, until he finds someone better than you. That would be easy.
If there is a God up there, you beg him to let you die. There is no answer. You're left to face your actions alone.
"I've done a stupid thing…"
You still have time to think better of it, you can still barricade yourself in the bathroom and die there. But these are your actions, your consequences.
You shakily open the door.
The look on Fyodor's face is one you've never seen, that keeps you from lowering your head with shame. You've never seen so many emotions in him, all at once, like a whirlpool.
Have you been able to generate that? You don't know whether to consider it a good or bad thing, but a flow of pride runs through your veins.
Fyodor whispers your name, breathless, his accent thickening even more. A part of you actually believed that what you did to yourself would not affect him in any way, how foolish, of course it would affect him. He is human, you are human, but still something tells you that Fyodor is anything but human. His eyes now show you otherwise.
"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry! I'm such an idiot! I didn't mean to bother you."
Fyodor takes only a few seconds to drag you back into the bathroom. He turns on the sink faucet and guides your arm down the stream of water. It hurts like hell, but complaining doesn't even cross your mind, after all, Fyodor probably stopped doing something important just to cure your mess, you can't give him any more trouble.
Your mind would like to escape your body, but you don't let it because without it you wouldn't be able to feel Fyodor behind you, pressing his chest against your scarred back.
As he runs a soaked towel against your cuts, you decide to lean against him, he doesn't push you away, and you take it as a small victory.
Your brain won't let you enjoy of the moment, giving you reminders of everything the Russian had done to you: the scars on your back, all over your body, the agonizing nightmares, the silent and devastating nights. All a fucking reminder, and yet here you are, against his body.
Your thoughts linger in that confined space until your arm is tight between messy bandages. His hand reaches for yours and your fingers intertwine.
You fear his potential annoyance, his potential punishment. He provokes unique feelings in you, and you love him, but he is terrible, he is just terrible.
Fyodor lets out a sigh, and you know instantly that you are selfish. He is tired, he has better things to do besides taking care of a brat, but still he is still with you. Fyodor is such a merciful being when it came to you, he wouldn't be this way with anyone else, only you. You feel your chest tighten with warmth.
"Fyodor…" You don't want to speak too loudly or break the silence in the room. You try to keep your thoughts in the same rhythm as your voice, quiet and low. You need to be okay, for Fyodor's sake.
"Why?" He squeezes your hand. There is no emotion in his voice, and you feel guilty of your disappointment at that. "Why did you do it?"
"I-" The words decided not to come out of your mouth and closed your throat in a knot, a very painful knot.
What were you supposed to say? Wouldn't admitting your need for attention make you sound like a spoiled child? A brat?
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you." You say hastily, trying to find words to make Fyodor happy, so he won't hate you for your reckless actions.
"You don't bother me." Bullshit, Fyodor is an almost pathological liar, you should know that, it should be burned into your memory. You'd like to believe him. "Is this why you did all this? Because you think you're bothering me?"
You wish the answer was as easy as that. You shake your head.
"Then why?"
"I needed you." It's not a good explanation, there are a lot of loose questions left, but how else can you tell him? Every time you speak, it's like scratching your throat.
"Needed me? You mean my attention?" You nod, feeling a humiliation run down your throat. "I was with you all these days, what more attention do you want from me?"
It's like a stabbing, like the cuts he gave you on your back. It showed, from afar, you were just a pet that can't be away from its owner or it would break into pieces. You shouldn't be crying either, you have no good reason to.
"Hey, no, stop." He turns your body without effort. All you do is keep your head down, full of shame, though it doesn't last long, as his free hand lifts it up and lands against your cheek. You don't deserve it, you can't even stop crying. "What did I say? Why are you crying this time?"
"I'm a spoiled brat." You lean against his cold hand, you needed his touch so badly.
"You're not, you just wanted me to give you attention, that's not a bad thing."
"It is! I'm being selfish." The sobs interrupt you, and you close your eyes, you don't want to look at Fyodor. How can you ask for love and attention from Fyodor when you yourself don't know how to love properly?
"Selfish? Why?" Your reason that the only reason for his question is to make you humiliate yourself, to make you admit that you are a nuisance.
"B-Because you were probably busy, I'm just bothering you trying to get your attention…"
"I want you to pay close attention to me right now, can you do that?" Even if you couldn't do it, you would anyway. You're not lying when you nod in response. He's all you can think about and fixate on, everything else is ephemeral and useless, nothing else is needed for you.
"Good... You don't bother me, I understand you want more attention from me, I made your mind that way anyway. Stop feeling bad about doing things you're programmed to do." Hearing him admit that, is like a war in your head, you should care that Fyodor played with your mind like a stuffed animal, but what you should is not the same as what you do. It feels like a relief to know that it is Fyodor is causing it all, and it's nicer than you ever imagined.
Your mind will never go back to normal after this. You will never be the same after this. That's okay, you can live with it as long as you have Fyodor by your side.
You collapse against him, hugging him with no intention of letting go. He accepts you in his arms. Now everything is warm again like it was that time, you needed it so badly after everything that had happened.
"It's just that you've been acting more distant and I thought-" Do you really want to keep talking and sobbing nonsense? You have no intended trajectory with your words.
You just hope Fyodor understands you, it's the only thing that will give you calm.
"I'm sorry…"
"It's okay, no need to cry anymore, моя крошка." His hands on your back undeniably comfort you. His touch feels like fire, but it doesn't burn, it just leaves a trail of warmth and desire everywhere it passes.
You are a sensitive, desperate mess, and no one knows how to love you but Fyodor. He is the God you have always pleaded to, now you understand why he never granted your wish to die.
"This is strange for me. I've never cared for anyone before, and I really don't want to hurt you unintentionally." And there's your long-awaited why. It's warmer than you could have ever thought, your heart is silently grateful. He's trying, that's good enough for you.
Maybe you can't go back to that first day of care after punishment, maybe you can't go back to that new and gentle Fyodor, but those are things that happen and that's okay.
You nod, oblivious to your own reality, everything feels correct. "I get it, it's okay, yeah. You don't have to worry, I'm fine now."
But you keep crying.
You don't know or need to know how long you stood there, holding each other as if both of your lives depended on it. In total silence until Fyodor's voice broke it. No doubt that's your favorite tune.
"моя любовь, I never responded properly to your confession, did I?" He never did, but he never denied it. There was always a glimmer of hope that you took as the word yes, as total acceptance of your feelings.
You look at him with enlightened eyes, you wished that what your mind was imagining was real.
"I love you too."
Fyodor's love is paralyzing. You notice it now.
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WHUMPAY 2023
Well, this is earlier than usual… But, as a thanks for all y’all’s help getting prompts together, I’ve decided to release the list earlier! And, well… With the new ‘Extreme Edition’ addition, I figured a bit more prep time may be warranted.
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Rules:
You only have to use one (Or two, if you’re doing the extreme edition.) prompt a day! But you’re welcome to use multiple if you want to, and it still counts for both.
I know the description of the blog says it’s a writing event, but if you want to draw or make other kinds of content, that’s cool too.
Have fun, tag content warnings (such as noncon, graphic violence, etc) and try not to be crushed by the mortifying ordeal of posting your writing.
This is a pretty chill event so you can start posting whenever but I’ll be reblogging posts made to the #Whumpay2023 tag throughout May.
EXTREME EDITION: Made to be used together with the normal prompt list, the extreme edition prompt list has 31 types of whumpees for you to use. This is entirely optional, and you don’t necessarily need to do them in order. I know it says bonus points, but it basically is just bragging rights.
(Prompt list under the cut.)
GROUP ONE: PHYSICAL WHUMP 
Day 1: Heatstroke
Day 2: Asphyxiation 
Day 3: Physical Torture
Day 4: Passing Out From Pain
Day 5: Near-Death Experience
GROUP TWO: MENTAL WHUMP
Day 6: Psychological Torture
Day 7: Betrayal
Day 8: Claustrophobia
Day 9: Lotus-Eater Machine
Day 10: Trapped In Own Body
GROUP THREE: WHUMPER TYPE
Day 11: Intimate Whumper
Day 12: Good Whumper / Bad Whumper
Day 13: Reluctant Whumper
Day 14: Vengeful Whumper
Day 15: Unintentional Whumper
GROUP FOUR: CARETAKER TYPE
Day 16: Bad Caretaker
Day 17: Parental Caretaker
Day 18: Reluctant Caretaker
Day 19: Carewhumper
Day 20: Enemy-To-Caretaker
GROUP FIVE: SICKFIC
Day 21: Working Through Illness
Day 22: Surgery
Day 23: Worse Than It Seems
Day 24: Allergic Reaction
Day 25: Deadly Illness
GROUP SIX: SICK FIC
Day 26: Scars
Day 27: “I didn’t know where else to go.”
Day 28: Self-Isolation
Day 29: “I won’t let them hurt you anymore.”
Day 30: Nightmares
Day 31: Forced Relaxation
ALTERNATE PROMPTS:
X. Sadistic Choice
X. Epistolary 
X. Dehydration
X. Anger Born Of Worry
X. Death Wish
X. Stress Position
X. Gore
X. Just Out Of Reach
X. Hurt/Comfort
X. Magical Whump
EXTREME EDITION:
Whumpee Type:
Day 1. Vampire
Day 2. Young
Day 3. Stoic
Day 4. Winged
Day 5. Whumper-To-Whumpee
Day 6. Immortal
Day 7. Defiant
Day 8. Demon
Day 9. Villain
Day 10. Possessed
Day 11. Multiple Whumpees
Day 12. Robot/AI
Day 13. Cowboy
Day 14. Team Leader
Day 15. Werewolf
Day 16. Team Outcast
Day 17. Mermaid
Day 18. Asshole
Day 19. Fairy
Day 20. Hero
Day 21. Healer
Day 22. Soft
Day 23. Comedian
Day 24. Compliant
Day 25. Monster
Day 26. Traumatized
Day 27. Touch-Starved
Day 28. Stockholm Syndrome-d.
Day 29. Vengeful
Day 30. Ghost
Day 31. Alien
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glystenangel · 1 year
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the dark of night & the light of day✨
ServiceDom!Getou x PillowPrincess&Afab!Reader (Historical AU)
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Series Summary: getou isn't the caring type, but he can be for you
Chapters: 2/3
Chapter Summary: getou can't sleep, but he finds out he's not alone in that
Status: Completed
Tags/Warnings: 18+ MDNI, here we gooooo, seggs😔, fingering, pussydrunk!getou, teasing, degradation + praise, getou being a smug lil phuck, penetrative & unprotected sex, cum eating, "just the tip", cockwarming, stockholm syndrome, d/s, cussing, etc etc.
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thanks for reading and enjoy<3
Ch. 2 - Obsession & Imagination
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Embarrassment is what he should have felt while lightly knocking on your door in the middle of the night and panting from stress, but the only thing coursing through his veins is suppressed agitation at how long you’re taking.
He cracks his neck with a sigh, he knows he’s being irrational.
But, you couldn’t have been that deep of a sleeper.
Getou raises his fist again to knock, and his hand stops millimeters before the wooden surface when he hears it.
A moan.
Your angelic, sweet little moan.
It’s almost so imperceptible of a sound that he may have missed it, had he not been waiting for some semblance of you being awake. 
As if in perfect timing, he hears a louder one.
And it’s his name.
Not one thing could distract Getou from his initial motivation more than that. The door gives away under his palms, and his haughty gaze meets your glazed one as you look up in surprise at Getou’s presence in your doorway.
The sight of you, disheveled and quietly panting under your breath as a hand is delicately poised between your nearly bare, widespread legs, is absolutely maddening. Getou couldn’t decide if he had been cursed or blessed by the vision before him.
Examining your bashful expression and the way your sleeping gown petals around your thighs, he accepts that it may be a bit of both.
For a moment, all you can hear is each other’s stunned breathing.
Then, Getou cautiously slides the paper door shut behind him, and a satisfied smirk comes across his features when he feels it click into the doorframe behind his fingertips. Upon pulling his hand away, he faintly recognizes the slight tremor running through him as excitement.
“Am I interrupting something important?” His voice is a rich velvet sugared with mocking.
You shake your head and try to close your legs together, “N-no, master.”
He allows his knees to nestle into the cushiony surface of your futon with a sneer.
“You’re not a good liar at all. Though that doesn’t surprise me.” 
Despite his coarse words, Getou barely resists touching you, choosing to tap at a spot by your calf.
“You were calling for me. Tell me why.” He states simply, matter of fact with a noticeable tightness in his throat.
You seem to consider the statement, jutting your chin up to part your lips and speak when Getou narrows his eyes.
“Don’t try to lie to me either. It won’t work.”
A battle seems to ensue in your mind, and Getou allows the silence to tense before you mumble, “I was imagining something. Something with you in it. I’m sorry.”
Shame dusts your confession, but oh is it delicious to Getou’s ears.
The war hardened man doesn’t take his eyes off of you for a second, and a cute whimper escapes your throat when he wraps a hand around each ankle to tug you down to the end of the futon.
“And now?” 
The same pleading look from when you first met dowses your features, an expression both tempting and tragic.
“I’m afraid I might be imagining even more.”
All air leaves his chest, and Getou then drags his fixed stare to the obvious wet sheen forming between your legs. Your wanton fluids are heavy and thick there, and drool pools underneath his tongue at finding further evidence of your attempted masturbation session. Even when you try to cover your arousal, Getou gently moves your hands aside.
He trails his hands up your legs, and he uses the back of his knuckles on one hand to stroke over your puffed up pussy.
“Were you having fun then? Playing with yourself like that?”
You don’t even have a chance to answer, as he hooks his fingers into the center of your panties and tugs down, hard.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you stop. Did I ruin the mood?” Getou tilts his head, relishing your delighted gasp when he slides two fingers over your tender folds. 
“Looks like I didn’t at all.” He confirms in a whisper, voice brimming with awe.
Playing with your slick, he swirls the heady precum all over, experimentally pressing and rubbing the pads of his fingers all over your entrance. He likes the way you squirm your hips and arch your back to catch his fingers where you want him the most. 
“You heard me knocking didn’t you? Knew I’d come in and see you like this. You’re a pervert, huh? It’s cute. I like it.” Getou’s increasingly staggered breaths hit your wobbly bottom lip as he starts pushing a finger in.
He doesn’t know what kind of response you’ll have, but he’s willing to find out.
“You’re so wet. Fucking filthy. What’s the matter? Something happen? Hm?”
Getou sinks his finger further in, and when he’s knuckle deep inside of you he nearly chokes when you squeeze yourself around the pale digit. You feel tight and warm.
A shaky breath leaves him as he pulls his finger out, the memory of your pussy around it making him desperate enough to push in another finger before he begins gliding them in and out at a consistent speed.
“G-Getou. Ng, ah!”
At your whine, he pauses. He liked the noise you just made, and he wonders if he can make you do it again. He swirls the tips of his fingers upwards, brushing against the same spot that made you moan out in pleasure.
“Feeling is so much better than imagining, isn’t it?”
Your eyes are fixated on his, and you weakly pinch the clothing over his chest between your knuckles.
“It is, it is.”
“You like it here?” He nudges his nose against yours, looks at your eyes intently as they lose focus.
“Y-yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes!” Your words devolve into stuttered cries as Getou speeds up, his fingers dipping into your core more and more rapidly.
Your mouth falls open and he can feel you twitching erratically around his appendages, it’s so good.
“Dirty girl. I’ll give you exactly what you want.” He mutters, and all you can do is wordlessly open your mouth as your hips buck into his busy hand.
You’re beautiful like that, he thinks to himself, eyebrows scrunched together and tongue freely lolling out with drippy spit from his fingers vigorously fucking into your wet hole. 
He couldn’t wait to make you even more beautiful, to make you cum right in his palm. Getou got a sick sense of pride from seeing you in such a vulnerable state, and knowing that it was because of him and him alone.
Your legs are shaking now, and a high pitched squeal escapes you as you cum splatters on his fingers. Getou shoves every drop back in, and you cry out from the sting of aftershocks as he slaps the creamy substance over your entrance.
As you calm down from your high, Getou kneels lower into the middle of your widespread legs to observe your face closely, drinking in your shudders and the remaining mewls stuck in your throat. He doesn’t want to admit he’s captivated by the tears resting on your eyelashes, the indistinct breaths dewed with moisture. 
The damp darkness of your tongue behind your lips is barely visible, so he reaches his fingers in, shuddering when you dazedly run the crude point of your tongue along his knuckles. Then you start automatically sucking on the appendages, frothy spit pooling between Geto’s fingers and dribbling down your chin. 
He bites the inside of his cheek, slowly reaching down to undo the tented fabric of his pants and undergarments. 
As soon as the leaking tip of his cock catches on the cool air of your room, he rolls his shoulders back and slips his fingers out from your mouth.
He looks at the clear, lusty bubbles of saliva running over the lines of his palm, and then uses it to smear the liquid-your liquid- over the sides and tip of his hardened cock.
“You can help me now.” Getou says with a barely concealed groan, “I need more.”
You nod, obedient as ever, and Getou adores the way your bottom lip is already indented from you biting down on it.
He lowers his hips, and smirks when he seats his cock on top of your soaked pussy. You manage to stay still, though he doesn’t fail to notice the way your breathing falters and your pussy folds pulse in an overly eager attempt to pull him in faster. The diffused breaths swim over the swells of your chest, raising goosebumps there and making your stomach rise and fall erratically. You could definitely fit him entirely. He wonders how you’ll take him. Though he supposes he should only do the tip, he was probably already going too fast.
At that thought, Getou places a hand on your stomach, “Look at me.”
You trail your heady stare up from his wrist to his forearm, and then to his shoulder and finally the tense expression on his face.
“You can touch me.” He finds himself saying, though he almost doesn’t recognize his own voice. 
It’s raspy and commanding, but with an undercurrent of desperation he’s not used to when giving orders.
A hesitant blink of your eyes, and then you reach down to close your fist around the tip of his cock. You press your forefinger to the tip of your thumb, rotating it and biting your lip when his precum spills out from your touch. It collects in the folds of your fingers, transparent and glistening. Steadily, you explore the entire length, and all Getou can do is tighten his abdominal muscles until he can’t accept the sensation of only your hand anymore.
“Okay,” Getou asserts, in that rough voice he slowly begins to accept as his, “Let me put it in.”
You let go, lapping up the remaining fluid and meeting his gaze when you finish. The reciprocated want in your eyes makes his stomach twitch.
Getou maintains the eye to eye connection, using his other hand to hold your hip as he lines up his cock up to your entrance before finally pushing in the flared head of his cock.
Both of you simultaneously moan out a foul noise that becomes permanently etched into Geto’s brain.
You feel good. Better than good. You feel like good fucking pussy. The best fucking pussy he ever felt.
That couldn’t be though. Getou leans his hips back, fighting every instinct to envelope the thudding tip of his cock back in until the precum oozing out of its slit is visible again.
The curve of his tanned cock is rigid, the adrenaline surging through him obvious from the substantially thick veins wrapping around his girth. He lets the veins get coated with your excitement as he prods at your entrance, following the folds of your center with the hungry end of his dick. The squish of your sex is audible, along with your heightened breaths.
It’s so good. 
Getou can sense the drool under his tongue and the sheer pleasure thickly stuck between his thighs.
It’s so good. It’s so good.
“I’m putting more in.” He confesses, already breathless as he keenly hunches over and clasps your hands in his.
You nod, eyes squeezed closed, but immediately intertwine his fingers with your own.
Getou restrains himself as much as possible, a drawn out groan leaving him as he sinks halfway into your sopping walls.
It’s not enough.
He bucks his hips, the section of cock he doesn’t allow to be engulfed by your wetness becoming smaller and smaller. Control becomes less of a priority as your mouth drops open with heady gasps.
Too good. The best. 
Getou grinds into your hips to force himself to pause for a moment, but it only makes him lose further focus.
Then, he feels your nails lightly digging into his shoulder blades, and your whisper hot in his ear.
“More. All of it. Please, Getou.”
Fuck.
Without another thought Getou plunges his cock completely in, and when he does he can’t fathom how he ever assumed he could resist. The sloppy, gummy squeeze of your sex is deliciously slick and dripping all over his dick. 
“Yeah? You like that, pretty girl?”
You can’t answer, lips parted silently and brows knitted together.
Thoughts no longer flood his mind, carnal need taking over as he starts fucking you like he wants to. Like he’s always wanted to, he acknowledges. Fast, deep, and hard.
The entire act is indescribably lewd, and the squelching of your cunt around Getou has him going insane. He fucking loves it. He loves you for letting him fuck you into the mattress and opening your pretty little pussy up to him. 
He thrusts deeper in, hammering into you with heated swears that you repeat back in nonsensical mewls. Getou can’t believe that you haven’t climaxed again yet, it was at least two or three times for him by now, though he wasn’t so far gone that he failed to notice your satisfaction plateauing. Didn’t you know how much he needed your cum on his cock? He must not have been doing a good enough job. 
That wasn’t going to happen ever again.
He reaches down and starts rubbing at your clit, noting how your body jolts from his touch there and how you tighten around him as he continues devoting loving attention to the swollen bud. The frenzy of movement is urgent, and your back arches higher from the added friction.
You’re delirious underneath him, and even when your vision clouds with bliss and you finally cum, he doesn’t stop until you’re screaming from the waves of pleasure hitting you over and over again. Wild want drives Getou, his hips and hand failing to cease as his cock swims through your syrupy wetness. 
He wants you to keep cumming, wants so badly to ensure that he’s giving you the best fuck of your life as he mindlessly drives his dick forward over and over again.
The entire room rattles as he rams his cock inside you, your pussy stuttering around his cock as you try not to whimper into the distracted kisses you give him.
Once you can’t take it anymore, you clutch at Getou’s wrist with both of your hands to get him to stop. As soon as he feels your tremulous plead, he slows down, dragging his cock to a stop. 
“Okay, it’s okay.” He exhales, voice soft to acknowledge your overstimulated state. 
Getou bites his lip at your pussy throbbing dully around him, but he knows you’re exhausted and he wants to be certain that you’re well rested for tomorrow. He wouldn’t be able to sleep soundly himself knowing if he was selfish and didn’t put your desires first. After all, you always did as he said, so he should extend you the same grace.
He keeps his cock in place, but doesn’t move aside from shifting you to lay on his chest. He just likes the feeling of you wrapped around him. 
“I’ll stop. Don’t worry.” His whisper is a feather on your cheek, and he kisses the top of your head with greater affection than he realized he had for you.
Maybe he was in love.
“Thank you, master.” You kiss his cheek and serenely tuck your face against his neck, your quivering breaths eventually loosening into sleepy nothings.
Getou laces his hands behind your waist, snuggling into your warmth and deeply inhaling your scent. He can feel your heart beating against his chest, your relaxed rhythm matching his own. When he closes his eyes, he can hardly distinguish your heartbeat from his. It feels the same, like you share one heart.
“Fuck.” He grumbles.
He is in love.
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End Notes:
had to get this out of my system after seeing him in that slutty red hawaiian shirt for the 1894584 billionth time yk the one🙄❤️
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The Monsters Within (N.R) Pt. 3
Dark!FemReader x Natasha Romanoff (Modern AU)
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Summary: You like Natasha and you are keeping her to yourself.
Warning: This is Dark FIc, 18+, a lot of swearing words. Graphic and gore descriptions, kidnapping, mind manipulations / brainwashing, blood, death,violence, bone crushing and stockholm syndrome. Let me know if i miss anything.
a/n: hello peeps! Well, I was gonna post it a little later today but i might be busy today so this is pt. 3. Sorry for the crappy newspaper headlines. I don't know how to make a good one. lol. I think this part is a little rollercoaster ride.. :D pt. 4 will be up after the holiday because I will be taking a break and have a family vacation. Happy reading!
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Since that night she kissed you and slept in your arms, everything has been really good between you and Natasha. She helps you with the house chores with assistance from James. Like a dream housewife, she always welcomes you home from work every single day with a bright smile and cooks meals. Natasha and you always have something to do at home. A few months later, She doesn’t even care anymore about the world outside your house.
Months have finally almost reached a year since the first time you brought Natasha to your house against her will but now she lives with you by choice. Not even a single thought about leaving you came to her mind. She doesn’t want to be found by the police. The fact that she was kidnapped is out of the window by now.
You, you are happy with your days with Natasha now. You start to trust her more by now and no longer have any worry that she will leave you.
The night is cold and very quiet. The cold breeze touches your skin as soon as you get out of your car. The silence around your acres of property makes you hear the wind blow with no problem. The sounds of the leaves and the tree branch shaking because of the wind are the usual sound you hear. You look up at the sky and it’s filled with pretty stars, reminding you of Natasha’s eyes when they twinkle in excitement followed by a smile.
The thought of her stops as you have to continue what you have to do next, bring in your latest victim. The smell of your victim’s blood forcing out as soon as you open the trunk. The wind blows a whiff of the scent.
The beige burlap sack that wraps the dead female victim is now mostly red, drenched by her own blood. You carefully drag her into your basement through the back door. You don't feel the cold because of  the effort of bringing it inside. Your breathing gets faster from the adrenaline rush as soon as you cut the sack open and see the helpless woman. Blood still flows out from the slit on her throat.
"You poor thing. You didn't have to die this messy if you didn't fight me. Pretty but such a pain in the ass." You talk as if the blonde can hear you.
You left her on the floor, lay in the pool of her blood and decided to check on your favorite woman upstairs even though you are sure that she is asleep now. You are just happy every time you come home to her.
You open your door room slowly and find her asleep. You take a few seconds to look at her from the edge of the bed, admiring her red locks that's paired well with the color of her skin. Her cute little nose. You caress her hair lovingly.
The fresh rusty smell from the blood that was on your hand earlier gradually wakes her up.
"Hey. You are home. What time is it?" Her eyes search for the number on the digital clock that's on the nightstand.
"It's 2 a.m, sweetheart. I just came in here to check on you and give you a kiss. Why don't you go back to sleep." You answer and suggest her then leave her no room to argue by sealing her lips with a short kiss.
Natasha tastes the blood from your chapped lips and she pulls her face away from yours to see if you are okay.
"Your lips are busted. Are you okay?" She asks at the same time with noticing some small stains of splashed blood on your face. Worry sparks on her eyes.
"I'm okay. You know, blonde girls always fight back. This one was a fighter so I had to cut her throat." An obvious casual tone is clear in your explanation.
"Did you bring the body home?" Her eyebrows draw closer together while she asks. Her thumb tries to clean the smudged blood off your face skin.
"Yeah, it's in the basement. I have to take care of it, that's why I gotta go downstairs now." 
Her hand catches yours and stops you midway from getting up. “Do you really have to go downstairs now?” Her sleepy voice asked.
“Yes, sweetheart. Her blood is everywhere. It’s a mess down there.”
“Can’t you take care of it tomorrow? Or tell James to deal with it? Come to bed with me please.” She tries to convince her with the endearing whiny tone.
You look at her and find her so adorable with her drowsy pouty face. Of course you can’t say NO to it. You sigh in defeat. “Alright, love. I need to take a shower first to wash all the blood, okay?”
She nods understandingly. Unfortunately, what you said earlier about blonde girls really hit a bell in her mind. It sends waves of thoughts about her sister, Yelena.
Her mind can't stop thinking about her. A few disturbing what if's creeped up in her mind. What if one day you meet her? She remembers you said that you won't hurt anybody who is important to you but it's not enough to give her assurance. What if someday you kill her sister. She knows how Yelena is, a fighter but you are too crazy to fight off.
When she thinks her mind won’t think anything worse, a lot more thoughts come. The disgusted feelings come back and haunt her. Natasha despites how casual she was when both of you talked about taking lives and the dead innocent people you brought home to get rid of them for good. Her heart is clogged with guilt and heavy with disappointment. It’s so strong that she hates herself because of it. She is sick to her stomach. Everything spirals in her against her heart and mind, getting too overwhelming for her.
She feels your presence in the room as you finally lay in bed with her. The feelings of your arms wrap her  body, hugging her close and it push everything to the worst point.
You fell asleep quickly but not her. The thoughts keep her up for a good few hours but her body slowly but surely betrays her and she falls asleep just right before you wake up. The physical and mental exhaustion suck her deep in her slumber. By afternoon, she finally woke up. Her hand finds your side of the bed is empty and cold.
She walks around the house to find you. “Y/n? Are you here?” Silence answered her call for you. She keeps searching for you in every room in the house. She continues her steps to your office.
"Y/n?" She opens the door only to find that you are not there. Taking the advantage she has from being alone in the house, she decides to look around your office because you never really let her get in there.
The perfectly neat cozy office feels a little dark and quiet. She checks out some of your books on your desk, then her eyes wander around to find something more about you. As she opens the drawer to see what's in it, something catches her attention.
She quickly takes out the stack of fliers and newspapers. She gasps softly in disbelief. Her face was draining of color. Heart pauses for a beat when she finds out what the fliers and the newspapers are telling her.
She reads the fliers and she easily figures out that they were made by Yelena and probably her best friend, Maria from the phone number in it. Tears start to pool in her eyes, thinking about how they walk around to give out the fliers so they can find her. She instantly guessed that you might have met Yelena or Maria face to face and it was so disturbing for her that you could collect the fliers and hide it from you like they were nothing.
Her jaws tighten, she swallows the lump in the back of her throat. Her eyes can’t resist reading the old newspapers. They are from a few months after she got kidnapped.”
“Yelena Belova, the sister of the missing person, Natasha Romanoff, believes that she is still alive.” was part of the headline of one of the newspapers.
“Dreykov, the owner of the restaurant where Natasha Romanoff works, has been reported missing. It is still unclear if their disappearance was caused by the same suspect.” her chest feels burdened and heavy that she can’t continue to read the rest of the article from another past date news
Her heart feels like it might explode with emotions as soon as she reads another past newspaper’s headline. “Is Yelena Belova the next victim?”
Natasha quickly reads more. “According to their neighbor as well as their best friends, Marial Hill, Yelena has been out of reach a while after she left to find her sister. The cops have added her name to the missing people list. People start to panic about a serial killer or kidnapper roaming free in their town, looking for the next victim.”
Her lungs feel hardened like concrete after she reads it. Throat feels thickened with emotions. Her mouth feels dry, fingers turn cold and her hands are shaky after she tears the fliers and the newspapers to shreds.
She can’t hold back her cry for a little but her mind recalls about your last victim, she rapidly directs her steps to the basement.
“Y/n! Where are you?!” She calls for you then followed by a few sniffles. She is ready to confront you about them. Her stomach churn right away as soon as the glass room takes place in her sight. Flashbacks give her anxieties. Her heart beats weirdly and rushes all of a sudden. She tries to take a deep breath as her way to calm down while she is casting about for you.
She is surprised that everything is clean, thinking you might be in the bathroom where you keep the acid bathtub.
Sharp air freshener scents and air purifier are fighting the blood smell out of the ventilations. She walks into the bathroom and you are not there. Just like people always say, curiosity kills the cat, she looks into the bathtub to see what your latest victim looks like but Natasha died a little when she found it empty.
Being with you almost a year definitely makes her know you or your routine pretty well. She knows your steps to get rid of your killing trace. A question barges into her mind. Why?
Why is the tub empty if you need to dissolve the person you killed last night? Where is the dead body? She thinks if you are trying to hide something from her. She wonders if James not being here has something to do with all this as well.
All the questions and everything she sees in both the office and basement certainly push her mind straight to the thinking point that you are crazier than she thought she knew. The urge to find her sister is so strong that she undoubtedly decided that she needs to get out of your house while she can, before it’s too late.
She quickened her steps to the back door where you usually drag in your victim from the backyard and it's locked. She tries to rattle the door knob or kick the door but it's still locked. She seeks the key around and it's nowhere to be found. Panic slowly clouded her thoughts.
She runs upstairs and she is on a mission to find another way out. She keeps turning her head randomly to make sure that she is still alone. The feelings that she is being watched constantly there and it's only make her panic skyrocketing.
She darts to the front door and manages to get out but sadly the tall gate is digitally locked. She is on the verge to cry, her breathing starts to race with her drumming heart. By the time she almost gives up, she decides to try one last way out.
She scurries to the backyard, thinking the fences are shorter or there might be something that can help her to climb out. She was wrong, there’s nothing she can utilize to climb out the fence. She tries and tries to climb but all of her efforts come to nothing. She breaks down and falls onto her knees, crying her eyes out as she lowering her gaze to the ground.. The thought that she will never be able to see her only sister anymore breaks her.
“Going somewhere?” Your voice startled her, her own gasp chokes her a little from imagining what will you do after catching her trying to run away. She turns around. “Y/n, I–I–I’m sorry. I just–” She stutters while watching you walk closer to her. Tears slipped from the corner of her eyes. She spots what's in your left hand. “Why–why are you holding your gun?” She nervously asks.
You caught her eyes glancing at the handgun. “Oh this? Aw don’t worry, Natty. I won’t use this on you. I was going to practice shooting. Come with me.” You tilt your head and smile. You extend a hand. Her shaky one hesitantly grabs yours and she stands up with your help. Her breathing is still trying hard to calm down as she is following where you lead her.
You took her to the other side of the backyard where you usually shoot some targets. You put the gun down and casually grab something to drink. “It seems like you are out of breath, I bet you are thirsty after running around. You want some ice tea?” You offer.
From your words, she is aware that you know what she tried to do. Despite her fear, she tries to answer calmly. “No, thank you.” yet her eyes secretly pay attention to the gun that’s in reaching distance by the both of you. Anticipation is killing her. Her lips feel so dry. You take a few sips of your tea. She puts her hand in her pocket to make it look not too obvious that she is ready to reach the glock if she has to.
“Ah, it’s a good ice tea. So, Natty, are you leaving me?” your question stabs through her gut. Heart thumping loudly, tongue feels heavy. “No.” She lied.
“Are you sure? Because I saw everything in the camera, darling.”
“Fuck.” The only word that’s in her head. Her jaws lock shut no matter how much she tries to explain. “Use your words, sweetheart.” you insist her to confess.
"I thought you love me and you won't leave me." You add.
"No, I don't love you, y/n! I never said that! Not even once!" Her lower lips tremble and her voice is raised. All while she is denying your words.
“I know but all your actions say it all. The kiss—” you were stopped mid talking by another of her denial. “The kiss meant nothing!” Her chest starts to rise and fall again. Her eyes are avoiding yours. You know what her body language means.
You ignore her fake resentment towards you and you make your way deeper in her mind. “I know you love me because I left so many chances for you to kill me and run away but you didn’t.”
“W-what did you mean?” she stuttered once more. She starts to feel that she is spinning. She tries to recall things she might have missed.
“The sharp knife that sometimes I leave near you while we cook together, the random places I put my gun at so they will be visible or in reaching distance to you. The poison or chemical that is not supposed to be anywhere in the kitchen where you always cook for me. The bleach, or the ax over there and many more, darling, but you didn’t kill me. You love me.” your lips turning up into a confident smile.
Her shoulders drop. The rush of her blood from her heart beat that goes rigid makes her ears ring and blush creeps up her neck. “No. No. That’s not true. Stop talking! Y/n, I need to find my sister. I need to know if she's okay." She gradually turns hysterical, responding to sickening truth from you in gritted teeth yet she still tries to change the topic. She distracts you or perhaps herself by talking about Yelena.
"You could've just asked me, Natasha. I can tell James to check on her. I know where to find Yelena." And just like that, the last statement you said and how you chuckle trigger the memory about the dead blonde and a mix of feelings at the same time .
I know where to find Yelena. Your voice keeps echoing over and over in a few seconds. Anger, anxiety, guilt, disappointment and hatred melt in one pot of emotion inside her. As if it has its own mind, her hand suddenly grabs the firearm near her.
Before you know it, the cold tip of the gun is only an inch in front of your forehead. She sees that you didn’t flinch at all. You even chuckle once more and can say that you are proud of her.
“Where is the blonde?” she asks in a very shaky emotional tone.
“Which blonde, Natty?” you look deep into her glistening eyes. The gun looks shaky by the way she is holding it. You are not afraid at all. This is what you wanted, pushing her to her very last limit so it will awaken what you know is in her.
“DON’T YOU Natty me, Y/n! Where is the blonde you killed last night?! Tell me!” she demands in a louder and more indignant voice.
“Oh, her? She’s gone.”
“Why is she not in the bathtub like the others? What are you hiding from me?!”
“Oh I was just trying a new way to get rid of bodies. James helped me with it. Why the sudden interest?” you casually explained, followed by a malicious smile.
"I found the fliers and the newspapers in your office that you hid from me!" Her raspy voice is uncontrollable because of the wave of emotions in her.
"Oh.. well, just like people always say Natasha.. Out of sight, out of mind. I couldn't let you see those." You explain disturbingly calm.
"So, it doesn't bother you to see an overnight dead body that has a slit on its throat and it's also probably slowly rotten? Do you know what it means? It means we are the same, Natasha. Normal people won't feel okay to see a dead body. We are not normal, sweetheart." You added in a little bit of whispering and it gave her chill down to her spine.
She tightened her grips on the gun. Your answer boils her blood. “God damn it, y/n! Tell me where the dead body is. I need to see what she looks like. I need to know if you—if you—” her words are pushed back into her throat as she tries to not break in front of you.
“If I killed your sister?” you easily finished her sentence as if you had the same mind as her.
Her fear of what you would say next caught her tongue. She is speechless but the urge to go run and find Yelena gets stronger. You noticed her slight reaction and you know what she was thinking about.
"Oh, sweet Natasha, I would never hurt let alone kill her." The gentle and calm answer she heard from you woke every single tiny hair on her.
"How can I believe you? You kill people for fun for fuck sake!! Taking people's lives like they are nothing!"
“Because I love you and I would kill for you but not the people that you love. That’s not enough?” You pitch back your question to her.
“Stop your mind game! I swear to God, y/n, let me go or else!!” She threatens.
“Or else, what? Or else you will kill me? Go ahead. Shoot me and go find your sister. I know you won’t pull the trigger.” one step, that was all it took for the gun to touch your forehead. You are ready if she shoots you. You don’t care if you die. All you care about is her and you know that she loves you enough not to kill you.
Adrenaline starts to rush all over you, gambling your life on her hand. Taking chances and putting it at stakes to prove your point about her.
Your left hand confidently grabs the end of the gun that's on your forehead to keep it there as you say "Come on, Nat. Blow my fucking head off if you don't love me!"
"Y/n, don't be too cocky! I will fucking shoot you!" Once again she warns you and she pushes the gun harder on your head to intimidate you more just like you did to Dreykov. You can feel how shaky she is and hear how her voice almost breaks as she speaks. You love the fact that she learnt and followed what you did.
“I have nothing to lose, Nat. I have nobody. Shoot me and go find your sister.” your calm provoking voice shook her emotion even harder. She started panting yet tried to maintain her facial expression that looks cold and eerily calm.
Her repetitive breathing sounds get faster and faster. Her index finger slowly gets closer to the trigger. She starts to grunt because of her internal struggle. Her finger refuses to pull it. The thick lines of hatred in her heart and the urge to shoot you are now blurry and slowly fading.
After waiting for a few more seconds and watching the internal fight in her, eye contacts were caught between you and her. Just like that, you see that she finally pulls the gun away from your head and drops it on the floor. She lowers her head and you hear her shed tears.
You walk to her and give her a hug. “It’s okay, darling.” you try to soothe her and it easily works. She slowly calms down despite the disappointment she feels for herself. Another ugly truth with an obvious proof claws deep in her that it hurts her internally.
She then hears your voice calling James to come. The tall guy comes within minutes with a packed small suitcase.
You let her go from your hug shortly before you explain to her what’s in the suitcase.
“I’m letting you go. I packed this for you. I bought some new clothes. Some money too to provide you enough and you can always ask for more if you need it. I put a new cell phone too if you want to use it, if not then it’s okay. One last thing, there is a burgundy envelope in it. It has the code for the gate and the front door just in case. This house is always open for you. My sweet Natasha, you are free to go.”
Natasha slowly gasps in disbelief of what she just heard. You finally let her go. For a good few seconds she thought she was dreaming but the cold gust of wind and the sounds of the brushing tree branches show her that it's real. You finally let her gain her freedom back.
It was all not just because you love her but because you know and you are very sure that she will come back to you. There is not even an inch of doubt in you about it. You know she has feelings for you, you just indirectly give her more ways for her to realize it.
Natasha doesn’t even blink when she looks at you. Her eyes gleamed and flickered with a mix of confusion and excitement. She is speechless. Her eyes wander around your face as if she wants to adore your looks one more time before she leaves.
“Thank you.” she whispers. You smile to her gratitude. “James will drop you off at your place.” She nods without any words then turns her back on you and with that she walks away, leaving you. A few heavy steps later, she looks back at you for a few seconds then this time she forces herself to leave.
She feels numb from her confusion. It all hit her at once when she couldn’t bring herself to hurt you nor kill you.
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The redhead quickened her steps in front of her apartment door. Her heart beats like crazy, she really hopes for Yelena to be home. As soon as she thinks about getting the spare key, she is confused that the plant where she puts the spare under it is gone as well.
Despite the confusion she has, she rings the bell. She rings it one more time and another one. Emptiness and silence was all she got. No one opens the door, making the pit of her stomach fall. Her heart thudded. Worry gnawed at her. She now knocks on the door. “Lena! I’m home..” She knocks abruptly now again and again but still the same result.
“Yelena Belova, please open the door. It’s me, Nat.” She asks worriedly as she’s not giving up on the knocking. After multiple times of trying to call Yelena, she gets distracted by the sound from an opening door of the other unit.
“Natasha? Is that–you?” Natasha hears the familiar voice. She walks as fast as she can to see if it’s her neighbor and co-worker, Maria.
“Maria. Yes, it’s me, Nat.” She turns her head and walks to her.
“Oh my God! Nat! You–you are back! Are you okay? Where have you been? What happened?” The black hair woman rushes to give her best friend a hug while she asks her a bunch of questions..
Natasha returns the hug even tighter. Both of them break into such emotional moments. “Oh my God! I’m so glad you are alive. We’ve been so worried. Shit, we should report to the police so they will stop their search for you. I–uh-I will go with you.” Maria pulls herself from the hug and expresses whatever is in her mind at this moment.
“No. No. Not right now. No cops. I need to see Yelena first. Where is she? Please tell me that she's okay.” She begs and holds her cry at the same time.
“Uh–you might want to come in here and sit while I answer your question.” The taller woman invites Natasha into her place and she accepts.
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“Here is some water, Nat.” Maria hands her a bottle of water as she sits next to her best friend. Shortly after taking some sips of the water, Natasha can’t wait any longer to ask the same question. “So please tell me, do you know where my sister is? Has she called you? Is she back?” Natasha looks worried sick and it’s making it hard for Maria to tell her the truth.
“Oh.. Uh, I’m sorry Nat. Yelena doesn’t live there anymore. I don’t know where she is right now. She only told me that she was going to look for you.” Maria explains. The answer makes Natasha’s face lose its color. Fear clawed inside her.
“Can I borrow your phone? I need to call her cellphone. Have you tried to call her or anything?” Maria notices her tone gets more anxious every second.
"I did but unfortunately it didn't go through. I tried to call her as soon as I found out that Dreykov has mysteriously disappeared too. Yelena is on the missing person list now.” Natasha holds her gasp and her reaction at the mention of his disappearance. Deep inside, she is determined to keep everything she knows to herself to protect you. She is lost in her thoughts until she hears more of what Maria is saying.
“You can try to call her if you want but I doubt it will go through.” Maria offers as she hands Natasha her phone. Of course, she tries to call her sister a few times. The emotional built up that's stirred up with heavy stacks of worry finally breaks her into a sob.
Maria pulls her into a hug. "I'm so sorry, Nat. I wish I could help more. I think it's better that you stay here with me and don’t worry, you can stay as long as you want. I'm here for you, to help you get through all this. You can wait for Yelena to come back here with me."
Nat nods in her hug. She is grateful that she still has her best friend, Maria. “Can you not tell anybody yet that I’m back. I still need time to process and handle everything that had happened.” She requests.
“Of course, of course. Take as much time as you need. Just let me know if you need anything, okay?” Maria gives the assurance that Natasha needs.
“Thank you, Maria. You are all I have right now. I’m sorry for being a burden for you.”
“No, please Nat. Don’t worry. That’s what friends are for. How about you take a shower now while I prepare the guest room for you, okay?”
“Okay, thank you so much.” Natasha answers, followed by a few sniffles.
Since then, Natasha spends most of her time in the room. She keeps thinking about Yelena and all the possibilities that happen. Did you really kill her sister? Or is Yelena really roaming around out there miserably looking for her. Everytime her logic accuses you of killing Yelena, her heart always tries to convince her that you didn’t kill her. The look on your face and how you told her that you won’t kill people that she loves convinces her that you didn’t yet doubt you that you wouldn’t at the same time.
Not just that, she got tangled in her emotions and thoughts. Part of her, crying and wishing that Yelena will call Maria or even come back while the other part can’t stop thinking about you and longing for your presence. Yes, as much as she wanted her freedom and reunite with her sister, Natasha immediately wants to go back with you.
It didn’t take long for her to crave for your presence and care. Vivid images of your smile or when happiness glowed in your eyes are parading in her mind. She loves your laugh and thinks that your little chuckles sound very adorable. Your voice and your touches are addictive to her. It drives her crazy that the view of your face with a little splatter of blood or the dark crimson smudged stain anywhere on you keeps showing up in her mind and it scares her that the more she thinks about it the more she is attracted to you. It makes her longing for you no matter how hard she tries to deny it.
What about that time you told her that you love her? Or the moment you let her see your vulnerable side? What about the time that you kissed her back?
The ghost of your lips on hers that she can still feel it so real doesn’t help at all. She wants to feel them again on her lips and even all over her body, feeling your bloody hands laying soft touches on her skin. Living small red trails on it. Like a doomed circle of evil, after a few seconds of twisted imagination she has in her mind, then another second she is disgusted by the sinister “Natasha” in her.
She thought the first few days will be hard and it will get easier for her to handle but she is definitely wrong. She knows that she has to fight the urge to find you.
Days of missing you so badly and weeks of refusing those feelings, fighting it like it’s for her dear life gets harder and harder for her.
It has been a month and a half of her living with Maria and she is running out of excuses for not telling her what happened in almost the past year. As much understanding as Maria is, it adds another weight in Natasha’s heart and leaves her with no more room to avoid Maria’s questions. 
The pressure she gets from every aspect definitely makes Natasha even question herself. What should she do? Should she just tell her everything that happened? Tell her about you? And let her turn you in to the cops? Then live in uncertainty of where Yelena is, is she alive? Should she move on with her life, without you but constantly thinking about you? Fighting herself internally the rest of her life and denying how much she misses you and dying to see you again?
Or should she just give her life and her freedom away willingly to have the dream life with you? Is it even a dream life? Or is it just a make believe world that you created in her mind?
Pt. 4
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Pairing: Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Reader
Warnings: balloons, smut-ish, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome (of course), p in v sex, voice kink, hand kink, dirty talk, masturbation, oral sex (male receiving), slight somnophilia!
Summary: Albert wanted to try out something new. And there were you, walking down the street where he was selling his black balloons. He was fascinated by you and he’s getting you home with him.
MINORS DNI 🔞
The Grabber🔞
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Albert wanted to spice up the kidnappings. He wanted to try another way to lure kids to himself. And he thought about selling the balloons, putting some drug in one of the balloons and if he likes one of them simply gave them it. And after it popped he can get the boy’s body into his van and disappear.
“Oh boy. Look at the creepy man there. Do not take his balloons.” Said a mother to his son when they’re walked straight next to him. He was kind of annoyed by them, but it did not cared him much. After time it was almost 7 o’clock at the evening and he was tired. No boy had met his expectations that day. He went straight to his van but he slipped on the concrete and laid down on his back.
“Omg. Sir? Are you all right?” He heard a velvety voice and when he checks his surroundings, he saw a beautiful woman standing in front of him. She crouched down to take a look at him. He saw that the woman slightly blushed as she looked into his blue eyes.
“Yes. Thank you. I’m such a klutz.” He said and slowly risen from the coldness of the concrete and dusted himself off. “Oh dear. Where’s my hat?” He looked around
“I see it. I’ll go grab it if it’s okay.” She said and went for the hat. It was so close to the van, even he though that he’ll grab her and make her unconscious. Toss her into the van and cage her up in the basement. The thought of it makes him think of very Naughty things. His pants tightened, wanted to palm himself so bad, but he restrained himself.
“Of course thank you bunny.” Her face was as red as a beetroot. He watched her every move. Legs dragging her to his hat and when she bent down her ass was in the air making Albert take a raggedy breath. He was now imagining scenarios in his mind about how he could fuck you in every surface of his basement. Maybe he’ll take her to his bedroom too. He quickly grabbed the balloon that has the drug in it and popped on front of her. He grabbed ahold of her as she started to trash her body against his, she wanted to escape from him. But it was nearly impossible as the drug took effect and she was out cold. He then took her body at the back of the van and drove off.
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Some time later he laid you down on the mattress in his basement and lingered his eyes on you. You’re beautiful. He liked your pretty face, hair, ass…… and even wondered how your pussy looks like. Fucking you with his large cock as he sees it go in and out of your dripping cunt.
“Fuck…” he hissed as he felt that his cock twitched inside his boxers. Feeling the urge to touch you, he grabbed your right breast into his hand and squeezed it. You lightly stirred in your sleep and a moan slipped out of your mouth. He stopped as he realised what he’s doing. His mask became unbearable to wear and decided to leave you alone to take care of his „business“.
After a while you began to regain consciousness, but your vision was still blurry. You don’t even know where you were at first. You felt that your throat is as dry as the Sahara, and remembered what had happened. The Man, Balloons, Hat…..
“Oh, no.” You groaned in pain as you crawled backwards and your back collided with the cold wall, head banging slightly on it. It added more to your displeasure.
“Looks like my Bunny’s finally awake.” You jumped at the voice and didn’t even realised that there was someone with you. He emerged from the shadows and you widened your eyes in shock.
“The Grabber?” You whispered but he heard it. “What did you do? Why am I here?”
“Tsk….so many questions Dear. I’ll answer them later.” He went closer to you and your eyes finally saw his face, to be precise only half of it. A mask covered his mouth area. It sinister smile sent shivers down your smile, as he crouched down to the wall and locked together his hand, putting his head on them. He sighed and did not even looked elsewhere but you.
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“What’s your name bunny? And don’t dare to lie to me. Trust me I’ll know.” He did not move from his spot and it made you a little glad cause he’s freakin’ scary.
“My name…?”
“Yes, Dear. Your name. Tell me, I’m running out of patience. And you don’t wanna be on my wrong side do you? Now fucking tell me your name!” He asked, little aggression was in his tone and you dared not to disobey him.
“(Y/N).” My name.” You said and looked into his eyes. He smiled beneath the mask, you can tell.
“Well…… (y/n). I can tell that you’re not lying. Good girl.” The last part did something to you, and cannot explain it. “I have to go now unfortunately. But don’t you worry. I’ll be back. Get some rest now Doll. Sweet dreams.” He winked and left you there all alone, you heard the door closing but he didn’t locked it. But you did not dare to escape, at least not yet. What if he kills you, he’d possibly get away with it. You got up from the stained mattress and slowly approached the door, it opened with a click. You noticed that there was a light at the top of the stairs as you moved up slowly you felt frightened a little bit. You don not know what you’d expect. But it was way more that you bargained for. Cause there he sat, in the middle of the kitchen area. His khaki pants stretched due to his legs, which were he spread wide.
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His upper body was naked except for the cardigan that he wore, belt in his right hand. He looked……delicious?! His head was slightly rotated, he was asleep. You let out a shaky breath as you approached his sleeping form, noticing that he wore rings with both of his hands.
‘Did I really wanted to kneel in front of him, am I insane?’
It was the first though after looking at his for so long. Sure he was mysterious, and you were curious how he’s hiding beneath that devilish mask of his. Is he handsome? Your thought were cut short when he snored a little bit but did not wake. Your heart pounded inside your chest, didn’t even realised that you were right in front of him now. As he was sensed that you’re there he threw back his head and revealed his stubby neck, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows. You cannot and don’t want to look away. You bit your bottom lip.
“Didn’t your mother told ya that it’s rude to stare?!” You jumped at his voice and looked at you. You can tell he was actually frowning. His mask has the same expression.
“I….I’m s…..sorry. Please!” You started to retreat and he eyed you, not taking his eyes off of you. Like a predator watching his prey.
“Please? You’re very Naughty. I have to teach you some manners after all (y/n). Come here. Right now!” It wasn’t a sentence it was a command and you obeyed, approached him again and he grabbed your hand and made you bend over his legs. Grabbing your pants and panties both, he pulled them down.
“Please…. I’m sorry.” It was music to his ears. He liked when you begged for him. The tingling in his lower region returned. You felt it, how hard he’s becoming. And it made you, sick, excited? You don’t know, but the only thing you know that he’ll punish you.
“It’s too late now huh. I’m gonna punish you Bunny. I’ll beat your pretty ass with the belt and you’ll count it. I’ll give you 10.. make sure you know where you were.” He warned you and stroked the first one. You moaned out loud. A gentle ‘hmmm’ followed it, he liked it.
“One.”
Smack
“Two.”
Smack
“Three” your eyes watered at this point and started to sob.
“You’re doing a great job (y/n). Continue.”
Smack
“Four.”
Smack
“Five”
.
.
.
“Ten.” You were at wedge of passing out. He afterwards stroked your ass cheeks. You jumped a little at the sudden touch of his cold hand.
“You did so well Bunny. I’m proud of you. Now…” he started and helped you to kneel in between his legs. You saw the outline of his cock and you swallowed. “Be a Good Girl and take or of lil’ old me.” He commanded and you did not asked any questions just popped the button out and unzipped his pants, and he helped you to slide it down a little along with his boxer briefs. He was huge. And your mouth watered. You took your time to look at his cock, something inside you twitched as you saw that it was already leaked with pre-cum.
“What are you waiting for (y/n)? Don’t let me lose my patience!” He warned you
“Y….Yes Sir.” He hummed in satisfaction and you placed him in your palm, fingers gently wrap around his massive shaft and it made him gasp, slowly started to move your hand up and down on him, the other hand grabbing into his thigh. You did not see it but he had a smile on his face, looking down at you how you pleasured him.
“You’re so g…good (y/n). C’mon I want more. And I mean your pretty mouth.” He winked at you.
“Yes Sir.”
“Hmm…Good Girl.” You slowly approached his cock and licked the tip. He bit his lip beneath the mask, how fucking hot you looked. And he wanted more. To feel his cock down your throat. Fucking it like it’s your wet cunt. He closed his eyes and threw back his head. You went bold and put him into your mouth. He inhaled sharply and looked down at you again. Albert was shaking a little.
“Yes…. Suck my cock.!” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you down fully until your nose touched his pubic hair. Your eyes teared up from the discomfort in your throat. But you wanted to please him, not wanting him to punish you again. Not that you didn’t enjoyed it, cause you did. Moving your head up and down, he felt that he’ll come soon. But it was too soon, he wanted to last longer to fuck your throat raw as he pleases.
“That’s right (y/n). Good job.” His voice was velvety and filled with lust. You had to went a little faster on him, as he was guiding you how to suck him. And you loved it. Every fucking moment of it as you felt your panties become even more wetter.
“Nhhh….” It sent shivers down his spine as you moaned. He knew that he could not hold it much longer. Your tongue moved up and down on his cock, licking the underside of it, that’s just added to the pleasure. Your saliva dropped down onto the floor, just as your juices. At this point he’s started to loose his mind at the feeling of you wrapped over his shaft, Albert felt that he’s at the verge of coming, and oh boy he wanted to cum down your mouth, you swallowing all of it like a good girl you are.
“Darling, I’m….gonna cum. You’ll swallow it. All of it. You….. didn’t even has a choice, do you? Hmm…. That’s right. I’m coming…..” as the words left his mouth you felt that he shot his hot cum down your throat, didn’t even allowed you to get him out of your mouth. He even pushed you further down to make sure you do not spill even a little bit. With a loud groan he grabbed your hair and pulled your head up from his now semi-hard cock. It was delightful to breath in air, but it did nothing good to your throat.
“You did so well (y/n). Maybe I should punish you more….”
“No please. I…. I’ll be good, I promise.”
“Now, now where’s the fun to that?” He asked and got dressed back. After he gave you a bottle of sprite and you almost finished it in one big gulp.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, now…. Back to the basement Bunny. What? Did you though that I’ll let you leave after?” You nodded and he sighed.
“You’re too pretty to let you go. I think I’ll keep you down there forever.”
Oh boy pure filth 🥵
I hope you liked it, cause I certainly did.😏
Laters, Gators 🐊
XOXO
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aaronburrdaily · 7 months
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October 9, 1809 (probably)
8, though I think it must be the 9th of October. Will ask some learned man in the course of the day. Couche at 1/2 p. 11. Rose at 8. Mr. Gogle, of Frankfort, a very pleasant, well-bred young man, lodges on the same floor with us; claims my acquaintance, and is extremely obliging. Sor. at 10 to find out Daily. Got his address. Wrote notes to Dr. Shulzen, to Gibson, and to Damm, inquiring for letters. Verbal answers that they have none. Our landlord is a bookbinder. Gave him all Bentham's small works and "Panoptique"¹ to bind. They had suffered, and were in danger of being abimed.² Yesterday opened your picture. It is in perfect order. Lüning's contrivance had secured it completely from the dust. Since opening it at [Stockholm] I have carried it the whole way (two hundred miles) on my lap. Indeed, Madame, you gènèd³ me not a little. You are now hung up in my room, so that I can talk with you. Poin. de afton.⁴ Walked to the harbour at 4. Met Daily, and also the captain with whom I came from Harwich. He seemed quite alarmed, and looked about, the few minutes I detained him, to make some inquiries, as if he was afraid of being seen. He has probably learned how dangerous, &c. The streets of the lower town full of drunken English sailors. Home at 6. Tea. Lüning came in at 7. His whole time seems to be employed in my concerns. He discovers my wants, and, without saying a word to me, makes them his own business. This afternoon he has procured me a traveling companion; a German gentleman, who speaks the Swedish, going to Copenhagen, and to set off on Tuesday, but will wait a day or two for me if requisite! He (Lüning) has also found Dutch ducats, for which I can exchange the small sum of Swedish paper I have on hand. On our arrival our passports were sent to the police for inspection as the law requires. They were brought back this morning. The bearer demanded 36 sch. each for his trouble. Apropos of passports: On our way from Stockholm at a town a sentinel, rather harsh looking, stopped us and demanded if we had passports. "Yes, sir," says Lüning, and presenting a silver plote⁵ the face of the sentinel relaxed into complacency. He thanked us with earnestness, and wished us a pleasant journey. At another time we were brought to by a customhouse officer. In every town they have a right to search your baggage for contraband goods. L., who is never at a loss, presented a 12 sch. bill, which satisfied the officer that we had nothing unlawful. Nordenshjöld and Damm called this afternoon; but from the gentleman to whom I sent letters not a word. N. and D. something cooler. There is something in the atmosphere which I have not yet discovered, and probably never shall.
1 The "Panoptique" or "Panopticon" was one of Bentham's works, published in 1791, perhaps better known as The Inspection House. It was a plan of making convicts useful. 2 Another hybrid perfect participle made from the French verb abîmer, to ruin. 3 A hybrid verb which we have already met, meaning bothered. 4 Probably for poindre de afton. The evening begins to break. The French might say La nuit commence à poindre, although this word is ordinarily used with reference to the dawn. The reader will mark that it is now October, and the night sets in very early. 5 For Swedish plåt, pronounced plote. A very thin old Swedish coin. One Swedish dictionary says: "Imaginary money nearly of 20 pence English," whatever that may mean.
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Stockholm Week 7: Travel Week 1
Hej igen! 
I had a bipolar week: the beginning of the week was full of presentations but the end of the week was full of laughter :) 
Let’s begin! 
2/28 Wed
It has been a while since I had two study trips in a day. I learned about the New Slussen Project, which is the reason for all the construction around Slussen. The planning behind the project was astoundingly complex and comprehensive, considering all social, environmental, and economic factors. 
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Model of the new Slussen project design
The next study trip was a real guided tour based on the Swedish crime fiction novel, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. We walked around Monteliusvägen to Michael Blomkist’s apartment, the cafe where the movie was filmed, and viewpoints that showed the city at a glance. 
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A picture of a gallery I peeked into before the field trip
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The view was gorgeous. It's not too far from my apartment too!
When the tours were over, I stopped at the Coffee House and yapped with my friend for a bit before going home.
2/29 Thu 
Today was the big D-day: a 10-minute presentation on the case study done in my core course. I booked a room in DIS to practice until class. I ate my packed lunch and finished up my last touches. 
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My messy hair ;-; The sun was out and I needed a break
Turns out the presentation was informal but I guess that was for the better. 
At home, I couldn’t rest as I had to prepare for my other presentation for Swedish and read half of a book for Crime Fiction class tomorrow. I made the mistake of reading in my bed and fell asleep eventually. 
3/1 Fri 
My team successfully finished the presentation and ate the pepparkakor that our teacher prepared for us. It is a thinner version of ginger cookies with a taste of Sweden. 
As a little treat after school, I ordered TooGoodToGo at an island I’ve never been to. It was such a smoggy and windy day (especially because the bridge I had to pass was near a huge lake) but I managed to arrive at the bakery in one piece. 
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The bakery had so many cute chocolate pieces < 3
I caught up on my sleep for the rest of the day. 4 hours of nap before sleeping for real at night ;) 
3/2 Sat 
Finally, travel week 1 break began! My family came to visit Stockholm while I was here. We had no specific plans in mind, so we spontaneously decided on places to go. We left Airbnb at 5:30 pm when the sun was all set (...) but we still had a good time walking around T-Centralen and Gamla Stan. 
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It was nice seeing my family again < 3
3/3 Sun 
We had a slow morning but made it out of our house by 1 pm. 
Our first stop was Gamla Stan since we could not see anything in the dark yesterday. I took them to the main photo spots first. 
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Happy happy happy '◡ '
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If you remember this place from my prior posts, you're a real one < 3
My dad then led the way to Stockholm’s narrowest street, Mårten Trotzigs gränd. It is only 90 cm (~35 in) wide. 
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I took some great snapshots for my brother 
From far away, we saw a commuter ferry departing and abruptly decided to take it. We ran and ran and ran to make it in the departure time. We found out where we were headed once the ferry steered toward the temporarily closed amusement park on Djurgården Island. I felt like I hadn’t been on impromptu journeys for ages, so this kind of random traveling brought me so much joy! The island was bigger than we thought, and it was then that my dad discovered something from the map. The island we were on was the island with the Vasa museum! On the subway to Gamla Stan earlier on, we had made a plan to go to visit the Vasa museum later today. Without a clue, the ferry took us to the right place at the right time. We were so amazed and couldn’t stop talking about it for a good hour (and now I’m writing it on my blog post). 
Since we were there already, we went to the Vasa museum. It is a popular museum with a restored ship that sank back in the 1600s and recovered after 333 years, in the 1900s. I was impressed by the grand size of the ship and the salvage operation.
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I still can't believe this magnificent yet delicate ship sunk 10 minutes after its departure
We took a thorough scan of the six floors and finally left when we were satisfied. A beautiful sunset was awaiting us outside. 
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Swan couple < 3
This time, we took a tram to go back to Gamla Stan for fika. Fika and Wine was our first destination. We ordered Swedish meatballs and shrimp salad as our main dishes, as well as delicious desserts with coffee. 
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Can’t describe the deliciousness in words < 3
For the rest of the evening, we enjoyed Gamla Stan with street lights on, going into souvenir shops one after another like real tourists. 
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I loved the owls in this store but my wallet said no to all of them :(
The past few days have been relaxing, and I can’t wait to spend more time with my family :)  They are wonderful photographers (as you can see from the pictures in this post) so I'll have tons of more photos to share in the following days. Good pictures always brighten my day <3
I will let you know all about the rest of my break next week! 
Tack, 
Jiwoo Kim 
Chemical Engineering
DIS Study Abroad in Stockholm, Sweden
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idnek83 · 11 months
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Service With a Smile 3/?
Fandom: Trigun
Rating: Explicit (eventually)
Pairing: Vash/Wolfwood
Tags: Coffee shop au, Vash owns a cafe, Wolfwood is a mystery man, Trans Vash, Getting together, Fluff, Slow burn, Eventual smut, Recreational drug use, Drinking, Vash is self conscious about his scars, afab language
Summary: Vash works at a little coffee shop known as Seeds Cafe,  and likes to make his days more interesting by trying to make each of  his customers smile or laugh at least once before they leave. He has a 100% success rate... That is, until one day a moody man with a taste for cigarettes and black coffee shows up...
Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Read on Ao3
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It’s about 30 minute before close and Vash keeps glancing at the door between cleaning glasses. Logically he knows that just because Mr. Grumpy came in around this time yesterday, it doesn’t mean he’ll be back, but he can’t seem to stop himself from looking up at every little noise, hoping to see the man’s scowl coming through his door.
The minutes pass by agonizingly slow, but the door remains closed.
When 8 o’clock rolls around without anyone coming in, Vash lets out a disappointed sigh and flips over Seeds’ open sign.
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Vash flops face first onto his bed, ignoring the way the bed frame groans and creaks in protest.
Even if he spent most of the day doing nothing, working 14 hour shifts at his cafe still takes a lot out of him, and he’s always more than content to immediately pass out as soon as he gets home.
As if to spite him, his phone vibrates.
He grumbles and shifts enough to grab it from where he’d tossed it on his side table. When the screen lights up he’s hit with a wave of conflicting emotions.
He has a text from his brother, Nai.
He considers ignoring it. It’s not that he doesn’t want to talk with his brother, it’s more that their relationship is... complicated, and he isn’t sure if he can handle all the heavy emotions that generally come along with their conversations right now.
Despite himself, he unlocks his phone to see what Nai sent him.
      Hope you're well. I’m departing for Stockholm soon.
Vash vaguely recalls Nai mentioning something about an upcoming conference in Stockholm last time they spoke on the phone, but for the life of him can’t recall what it was for.
Nai’s job has always confused Vash, but he could best be described as... an entrepreneur? Or maybe a business tycoon? From what Vash understands he basically owns a lot of business and makes money by... giving them money and then taking a cut of the profits later?
At first he had been worried his brother was some kind of loan shark, but after a lengthy explanation, during which Vash nodded a lot and understood very little, his brother had assured him that was not the case.
And Vash is mostly sure he can trust him.
He isn’t really in a place to question him at the very least, considering Nai is the only reason Vash was able to open Seeds in the first place.
Vash sighs. Just send Nai something light and move on. If he’s getting on a plane soon he wont have time to inquire into every facet of Vash’s life and inevitably (if accidentally) make him feel awful about himself anyways.
      I’m good! Have fun in Stockholm! : )
Vash waits, part of him hoping he took too long and Nai is already on the plane, while the rest of him feels guilty for hoping that.
      This is a business trip. Not a vacation.
Vash feels his stomach sink. Right. Business. No fun allowed. Vash should know better. He tries to think of an appropriate response but his phone vibrates again before he comes up with anything.
      But I suppose I can try.
It makes him smile, but then for some reason his throat gets tight and he suddenly fells like he’s going to cry. He types up a quick response before his vision blurs too heavily.
      Yay! :D
He rolls onto his back and lets a few tears roll down his cheeks. He hates that he’s like this. He hates that he isn’t a better brother. Nai does so much for him and yet Vash can barely manage to even talk to him without having some kind of emotional breakdown.
Nai just makes him feel... too much. He’s thankful, and he loves him, and he misses him, but he’s also angry, and jealous, and knows he’s not worthy of being the twin of someone so completely perfect. He’s ashamed. He wishes Nai was ashamed of him too. Nai gave up so much for him and all Vash has to show for it is a tiny apartment and a cafe that’s just barely staying afloat.
He hates relying on Nai any more than he absolutely needs to. It’s why he works so much at Seeds. Why he’s only hired 2 part-time employees, even though it means he works 70 hours a week.
Vash closes his eyes and encourages his thoughts to stray away from his brother and his guilt.
They land on his part-timers.
Meryl and Milly are both wonderful. He had hired Meryl first, she was a regular who would often come to Seeds to study or work on homework, and Vash had always enjoyed her visits. Then one day she had offhandedly mentioned looking for part-time work, and Vash decided pretty much that instant that he wouldn’t mind a little extra help during mornings and weekends.
A few weeks after hiring Meryl, she asked if Vash would consider hiring someone else as well, insisting he worked way too much and that he looked so tired most days that Meryl was certain it was only a matter of time before he accidentally poured scalding hot coffee on someone's face. Vash had relented, saying he could probably afford to hire another part-timer to cover the mornings Meryl couldn’t work, but Meryl insisted he have them work weekends too, so that Vash could actually have days off. He had been opposed to it at first, he already felt bad about taking Meryl’s weekends away from her, but Meryl had argued that no one would take a job that only offered a handful of morning hours, so Vash eventually agreed to give up his weekend shifts.
He had left hiring to her, saying he didn’t have the money to advertise an opening, and he’d be happy to just hire one of her friends if she knew anyone looking for work.
Two days later, she brought in a girl nearly as tall as Vash, and just as broad.
Milly is an absolute delight, Vash has never met someone so polite who also managed to have a great sense of humour and take absolutely no shit from anyone who even thinks about being rude around her.
Apparently Meryl had met her at an orientation event for their college, and when Meryl had mentioned not being able to see the stage, Milly had simply scooped he up and put her on her shoulders. After that they got to talking, realized they were both majoring in journalism, and had been inseparable ever since.
Vash had immediately taken a liking to Milly, and welcomed her to Seeds with open arms.
Still though, the first Saturday the girls had worked on their own, Vash came in 3 separate times before they banned him from visiting his own store on weekends. Milly literally carried him out, lifting him up under his arms like a child and placing him outside, before scolding him for not taking time for himself.
It had been months since then, and he still never really knew what to do with his weekends.
Mostly he sat around his apartment, slept, and occasionally got high. He didn’t really have the money to be going out to bars every weekend so...
When was the last time he’d gone out? It had to have been more than a month ago... maybe two?
His thoughts flicker back to the image of Mr. Grumpy, clothes rumpled, obviously exhausted, smelling of booze, and likely on his way back from a one night stand.
God. When was the last time he’d slept with somebody?
Vash starts counting backwards, but gives up when he realizes it’s been longer than he wants to admit.
It’s not that he has trouble finding partners on the rare occasions he does go out. He knows he has a pretty face and a body that easily catches people’s eyes on the dance floor, and he isn’t against using that to his advantage.
No, the problem usually comes after the bar, when the clothes start coming off and his partners get a look at the mess of scar tissue that makes up his body.
That was usually the point people started conveniently deciding they were too tired for a hookup, or remembered they had to work early the next morning, so would he mind leaving actually?
The last time he had actually gotten laid, the guy had insisted he only ever fucked in complete darkness, and had not just turned off the lights, but made sure to close the blinds to stop any light from coming in.
He’d conveniently brought this up right after Vash took off his shirt.
Vash can’t really hold it against anyone though. He knows what he looks like.
Sometimes he can’t even bare to look at himself...
Vash heaves a deep sigh, rubs his face and tries to shake himself out of his pity party.
Even if he doesn’t go home with anybody, the idea of just going out to dance still sounds like it could be fun. He’s been cooped up in his apartment and at work for too long, and as long as he has a few drinks at home first, a night out shouldn’t set him back too much.
He remembers hearing about a new bar opening up not too far away. One of the employees had come in and asked if they could put a flyer up on his shop’s bulletin board last week, and he thinks it’s probably still there. He'll have to take a look tomorrow. He hadn’t paid that much attention to it at the time, but he’s pretty sure he saw a rainbow flag on the flyer, which was good news if he does end up finding someone to... maybe not sleep with, he doesn’t think he can deal with another rejection right now, but maybe just make out with? Get a little handsy with?
Either way, if it’s a gay bar that means his pool of potential partners isn’t limited to just women, and at the moment he’s kind of craving someone big, and broad, maybe with dark hair, a bit of stubble, big hands, nice pecs...
Vash falls asleep to thoughts of drinking and dancing, the scent of cigarettes lingering somewhere in the back of his mind.
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