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Lights Out...And We're Off! (1/?)(Lewis Hamilton/Black!OC!)

SYNOPSIS: Lewis Hamilton finds himself drawn to an unexpected rival: a fiercely talented female driver ambassador/reserve driver representing Aston Martin. They soon form an unlikely bond, bound together by their shared love for racing and the unspoken chemistry that crackles between them. But as they navigate the twists and turns of their budding romance, they must confront the challenges that come with their paths in the sport.

WARNINGS: drama, angst, cursing, mild sexual content, not-so-glamorous life in the racing world, significant age gap (twelve years age difference), mentions of online bullying/doxxing, media rumors. RATED M (18+)

PAIRINGS: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Aisha Bell-Okafor (faceclaim is Naomi Schiff)

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Few things changed in order to make the story flow better. This chapter is short because I don’t want to reveal too much! Please let me know if you wish to be added/removed from the taglist. Anyways, enjoy! Dividers by @inklore!

CHAPTER One: Da First, Not the Last

"...and in an exciting turn of events, Aston Martin Aramco Cognizant F1 Team has announced W Series and F1 Academy driver, Aisha Bell-Okafor as their new driver ambassador and reserve driver. Aisha will be Aston Martin's first female driver ambassador in over seven years as well as the first Black female reserve driver in F1 history!"

Aisha could feel the intensity of their stares as she walked through the paddock, her pace quickening with each step. Even though she had always dreamt of becoming a professional driver, the sudden fame and attention was overwhelming. She had always been an introvert, preferring to let her driving skills do the talking, but now she was thrust into the spotlight, with everyone wanting a story, a quote, a photo.

Ever since the news broke that she would be Aston Martin's first female driver ambassador in seven years, and also a reserve driver for the team, Aisha couldn't escape the constant barrage of attention.

At first, she had been exhilarated by the idea of breaking barriers and making history. But as the reality set in, she couldn't help but feel the weight of expectations bearing down on her. If she messed up in any way, it would reflect not just on her, but on all women in the sport. And if she did well, it would only increase the pressure on her to perform even better.

Aisha felt like a goldfish in a piranha tank, constantly being scrutinized and judged. And now, with the added responsibility of potentially being the first woman in over fifty years to drive in a Grand Prix, she felt even more trapped. The thought sent shivers down her spine. But she knew she couldn't back down now. She had worked too hard to get to this point, and she couldn't let her fears hold her back.

Racing was her escape, her passion, her purpose. The F1 Academy was where she honed her skills, pushing herself to the limit on the track, always striving for perfection. After back-to-back wins in the W Series, Aisha was signed to drive for Mercedes AMG-Petronas in F1 Academy, and she did very well, so much so that she was soon offered to join Aston Martin. Part of her role as the driver ambassador involved various media appearances and other marketing duties, which was the main reason why Aisha had been invited to attend the Monaco Grand Prix as Aston Martin's VIP guest. It was her first time attending a Grand Prix as a driver ambassador for a team, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and excitement.

The Monaco Grand Prix was known as one of the most challenging circuits in Formula One. The narrow streets, tight corners, and unforgiving barriers made it a demanding race for even the most experienced drivers. As she made her way to Aston Martin's hospitality area, Aisha was greeted by a swarm of media members, all wanting to ask her questions and take photos of her.

"Let's give her some space, thank you!" grumbled Aston Martin's Team Principal, Mike Krack.

"Aisha! Aisha! Are you going to compete in a Grand Prix this season?!" one reporter yelled.

"What does it feel like being the first Black woman in Formula One?!" another reporter called.

"Move aside, for Christ's sake! If she's racing in a Grand Prix, you'll be the first to know!" Mike exclaimed angrily as he escorted Aisha into the team's motorhome. He led her upstairs to a small dining area and gestured for her to take a seat.

Once they were both settled, they shared a meaningful look before Mike spoke up.

"How are you? Is the hotel nice?" he asked.

"It's amazing, very comfortable," Aisha replied with a smile, causing Mike to do the same.

"I apologize for that chaos outside. We didn't expect such a crowd," he said before signaling for a waitress. "I'll have my usual coffee with two creams and no sugar, and avocado toast. Aisha, what would you like?"

She winced slightly at his mispronunciation of her name. "It's pronounced Aisha, like I-ee-shah, not Ay-shah."

Mike's face turned red almost instantly. "Sorry about that, Aisha."

"Yes," she confirmed before turning her attention to the waitress and ordering an oat latte, parfait, and butter croissant with strawberry jam on the side.

"So, how are you feeling about your first Grand Prix as a driver ambassador?"

Aisha's smile widened at the question. "I'm excited and honored to be here representing Aston Martin."

"And we're happy to have you here," Mike replied. "You've been doing great so far as our driver ambassador, and we hope to see more of your skills on display in future races."

"Thank you for believing in me and giving me this opportunity," Aisha said gratefully.

"You earned it, Aisha. Your talent speaks for itself," Mike replied confidently. “You’ll spend most of your time here doing media. As you can see, everyone wants to speak to you so we will have you in a conference with other drivers in about an hour. A person from the communications team will escort you over and give you the rest of your schedule. Any questions so far?”

Aisha shook her head, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement for the upcoming conference. She couldn't believe she was about to sit among some of the top drivers in Formula One. “Nope.”

After they finished their breakfast, Aisha followed Mike back downstairs where she was introduced to one of the team's communications officers, Jenna.

"Hi Aisha, it's nice to meet you," Jenna said with a warm smile. "I'll be your point of contact for today. Are you ready for the press conference?"

Aisha took a deep breath and nodded confidently. "Yes, I'm ready."

"Great! Let's head over to the media center then," Jenna said as she led Aisha out of the motorhome and towards the bustling media center. As they walked, Jenna briefed Aisha on what to expect during the conference and gave her tips on how to handle difficult questions from reporters.

Once they arrived at the media center, Aisha was greeted by even more reporters eagerly waiting for her arrival. She made her way to take a seat at the far end of the couch, next to teammate Lance Stroll. The moderator began introducing each driver in attendance, starting off with Lewis Hamilton then Charles LeClerc, Lando Norris, Valtteri Bottas, Lance Stroll, and finally Aisha.

"And joining us today, making her Formula One debut, please welcome Aisha Bell-Okafor. She will be representing Aston Martin as their driver ambassador and the first female reserve driver. Aisha, how does it feel to make history?"

"It's an incredible feeling," Aisha replied, trying to keep her nerves at bay. "I'm honored to be representing Aston Martin and grateful for this opportunity. I’m literally starstruck right now. So happy to be around some of my favorite drivers and to be on this platform."

Lewis couldn't tear his gaze away from Aisha as she spoke. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her confidence radiated like a steady flame in the midst of a whirlwind. There was a magnetic energy about her that drew him in, a fire that burned brightly within her soul. He had always kept a close eye on the rising stars in F1, and Aisha's name had been on his radar for quite some time. Just like everyone else, he was shocked that Aston Martin announced her as their reserve driver, and to be honest, it took them long enough.

His passion for diversity in motorsports, particularly in Formula One, was evident to anyone who knew him. Seeing someone who looked like him and shared a similar background succeed in the sport was a sight he loved. And it didn't hurt that she was stunningly beautiful; her hair styled in perfect curls and her makeup highlighting her deep brown eyes and full lips. But what caught his attention the most was her skin, a mahogany tone that perfectly complimented her tiffany green team suit. Despite being on rival teams, there was no denying her talent and attractiveness.

The moderator continued, looking impressed. "You've had quite the journey to get here, from karting to junior leagues. Can you tell us a bit about your experience?"

Aisha smiled, feeling more at ease as she began to talk about her journey in motorsports. "It's been a long road for sure. I started karting when I was just 8 years old, and it quickly became my passion. My parents were very supportive, and they sacrificed so much for me to pursue this dream. My father’s British, so we moved from California to England in order for me to race. I went through the ranks in junior leagues, making my way into W Series and then F1 Academy."

"And you've also been quite vocal about your desire to break barriers and increase diversity in Formula One. Can you tell us more about that?" the moderator asked.

"Yes, it's something that's very important to me,” Aisha said. “I’m sure Lewis feels the same way. We’re the only minorities in F1. Growing up, there weren't many racers who looked like me or came from similar backgrounds. Being a woman of color in this sport is still rare, but I hope to inspire other young girls and boys who may not feel represented in motorsports.”

Lewis nodded in agreement, his admiration for Aisha growing even more. "Absolutely," he chimed in. "Diversity is key to the growth and success of any sport, and Formula One is no exception. I've been fortunate enough to have a platform and use my voice to advocate for diversity and equality within the sport. I’m also very excited to race with Aisha; I’m genuinely excited to see her behind the wheel, like it’s giving me goosebumps to finally see a woman race at this level.”

The moderator cleared his throat before continuing with another question. "Speaking of racing, Aisha, as a reserve driver for Aston Martin, you'll have opportunities to test drive the car during race weekends. How do you plan on making an impact with your limited track time?"

Aisha's smile widened as she thought about all the possibilities that lay ahead of her. "I'm incredibly grateful for this opportunity with Aston Martin," she began. "I plan on making the most of every moment I have on track by working closely with my team and learning as much as I can from my fellow drivers. Of course, I would love to compete full-time one day," she admitted with a small shrug. "But right now, I'm focused on putting in my best effort whenever called upon by the team."

“I would totally have you drive at any moment,” Lance gushed, causing the reporters and moderator to chuckle. “No, seriously. If the need arises, I’d be so happy to have Aisha take my seat.”

"Thank you, Lance," she said sincerely. "That means a lot coming from you."

As the press conference continued, Lewis found himself listening intently to Aisha's answers and admiring her poise and confidence. He also noticed how easily she connected with the other drivers, laughing and joking with them like they had been friends for years.

After the conference ended and the drivers all dispersed for their various engagements, Lewis made his way over to where Aisha was surrounded by reporters asking for interviews and photos. He waited patiently until they all left before approaching her with a smile.

"Hey Aisha, I just wanted to say congratulations on making your debut. It's well deserved."

Aisha's eyes widened in surprise as she turned to face him. "Thank you so much, Lewis! Coming from you, that means a lot."

"It's no problem at all," Lewis replied with sincerity. "I've been following your career for some time now and I'm excited to see what you can do behind the wheel."

"Thank you," Aisha repeated, her cheeks warming with a light flush. "I've been a huge fan since forever. You’re amazing. I mean, you’re the GOAT.”

“Thanks,” Lewis chuckled, feeling a bit flattered by Aisha's words. "And if you ever need any advice or tips, don't hesitate to ask,” he replied with a wink.

"Thank you, Lewis," Aisha replied gratefully. "I'll definitely keep that in mind."

They chatted for a few more minutes before Jenna came over to remind Aisha of her schedule for the rest of the day.

“Sorry to intrude, but we have to head back,” Jenna said.

“Oh, yeah, thanks Jenna.” Aisha turned back to face Lewis. “I guess I’ll see you around? This weekend is going to be busy for the both of us but—”

"Hand me your phone," he commanded playfully. Aisha couldn't help but hand over her phone and watch him enter his number. "I’m putting in my number. Text me whenever you're free and we can grab lunch or something."

Aisha laughed nervously, feeling a tingle run down her spine. "Yeah...that sounds great."

"What's wrong?" he asked, staring into her eyes with his charming gaze.

Their eyes locked for a moment and Aisha couldn't help but appreciate how handsome he was up close. She had seen pictures, but in person he was even more striking.

"Is it normal for you to be this forward? Just casually ordering me to take down your number?"

"Only for special people," he replied, flashing her a boyish grin. "I'm serious about that lunch though...or dinner. Whatever you want, I'll make time for you."

"Mmhmm," Aisha managed to say as she watched him leave, taking in how good he looked in his Mercedes team suit.

Now that’s a man, Savannah, she thought appreciatively.

After taking a moment to compose herself, she joined Jenna and they made their way back to the team's motorhome.

"We have a lot of media commitments and sponsor events scheduled for you," Jenna reminded her.

Aisha's excitement about her debut was slightly dampened by the thought of her packed schedule. She knew that along with the thrill of racing came a heavy load of responsibilities off the track.

"I understand," she replied with a small sigh. "I'll do my best to keep up with everything."

Jenna gave her a sympathetic smile before handing over a detailed schedule for the day. Aisha quickly scanned through it and saw that she had interviews lined up with various media outlets, including big names like BBC and Sky Sports.

"Don't worry about a thing," Jenna reassured her. "I'll be right there beside you, making sure you don't miss anything."

Feeling grateful for Jenna's support, Aisha headed off to attend her first interview with BBC.

The rest of the day flew by for Aisha as she navigated through a series of interviews and events. By the end, she was exhausted but also exhilarated by all that had transpired. As she returned to her hotel room that evening, she flopped onto the bed with a sigh of relief. Rolling onto her stomach, she scrolled through her phone in search of Lewis's contact information. She went back and forth, typing out messages and then deleting them before finally settling on something to send:

Aisha: So you make time for me?

A few seconds passed before his reply:

Lewis: Of course 😉 How was your day?

Aisha: Tiring. Dinner tomorrow then?

Lewis: We can do that. Tell me where you want to go & we’ll go

Aisha: I’ll keep you updated. Goodnight, Lewis

Lewis: Goodnight, gorgeous

TO BE CONTINUED……

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carlyraejepsans · 4 months

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UT fic recs? For the poor and bad at fic searching

world comes pouring through - (1.6k words, Gen)

Alphys reunites with some old friends on the way home from taking care of business.

Really good Alphys character study. One of those fics you could slot into canon with next to no resistance.

White Crayon - (9k words, Gen)

Despite living in Snowdin for months, Papyrus still feels like an outsider. An invisible barrier stands between him and the sense of community he craves. His brother tells him to be patient, but Papyrus would rather take matters into his own hands. Sans tries his best to understand.

Pre-canon, pre confidence spike Papyrus centric. Good angst and bros miscommunicating. Struck a bit close to home tbh. Seeing Papyrus before his bravado might be a bit jarring, but the interactions between the brothers more than made up for it to me personally. I really, REALLY enjoyed the way Sans is written here. Biscia stamp of approval.

the whirlwind world of on-line e-love - (1k words, Gen)

“My idea! My amazing idea. It is very amazing. Has your kinglitudeness ever heard of—”

Papyrus paused, then beckoned Asgore close. When he drew near, bony phalanxes were cupped at his ear, and Papyrus said in a dramatic stage whisper: “Have you ever heard of dating?”

I'm not sure if the author is ever going to turn this into a full fledged story, but even as a vignette it is extremely fucking funny.

When Life Hands You Enantiomers - (2.7k words, T)

Alphys has a half-finished tile maze puzzle, reams of useless data, and a bunch of piranhas that can't tell the difference between lemon and orange scent.

Sans has donuts.

Can't believe i only just recently discovered this one. Some of the most well-written Sans and Alphys friendship shenanigans I've ever seen.

Welcome to Night Tale - (5.7k words, unrated)

Welcome to Night Vale.

Today's top story: a community of monsters have joined our town as our newest residents.

Probably my favorite crossover fic idea of all time. Formatted like a WTNV episode, has segments both with AND without the monsters. Marked as incomplete (I'm assuming the author wants to eventually add new vignettes) but the final chapter is a special segment about Chara, Frisk and Flowey that is so flooring and clever it ties the entire work together perfectly either way.

#answered asks #this being my catch as i reach the *checks hand* 165th page of out 2767 in the main ut fandom tag on ao3. in reverse alphabetical order #underfic #undertale #alphys #papyrus #sans #ur welcome

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rw-ship-showdown · 7 months

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THE FINAL WEEK OF THE RAIN WORLD SHIP SHOWDOWN;

Underdog coupling, ARTIFICER/SAINT, two slugcats struggling with karma, both in being knocked down and (potentially) clawing their way back up the ladder, with dramatically differing methods of survival throughout. (lost week 1 (45.2% (137 votes) against nightlight) -> 74% (365 votes) in week 2 against counterstrike -> 71.8% (255 votes) in week 3 against piranha -> 78.1% (361 votes) in week 4 against lanternfish -> 52.5% (319 votes) in week 5 against godmode and spearsaint). In total they amassed 1437 votes, and garnered at least 9 propaganda posts (some may have been lost in reblogs).

Overt winners, HUNTER/ARTIFICER, both hardened and ferocious beasts, though perhaps not as dimly bloodthirsty as others might first believe. Deep in their own angsts and entangling motives, perhaps they find solace either in the most unusual comfort they share, or the further carnage they can ravage as a pair. (86.2% (660 votes) in week 1 against monknight -> 83.8% (364 votes) in week 2 against full moon -> 76.4% (702 votes) in week 3 against bath bomb -> 66.4% (639 votes) in week 4 against nightlight -> 43.3% (672 votes) against error 404 and barbecue). In total they amassed 3037 votes, and garnered at least 6 propaganda posts (some may have been lost in reblogs).

#rw shipping #rw ship tournament #rw artisaint #rw cherry bomb #rw artihunter #rw wreath #rw burning bush #rw karmaflower #rw bushfire #rw evergreen #rw brimstone

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untaemedqueen · 9 months

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At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 13.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

When you finally do show up to work again, Kim Namjoon does not look pleased.

You have been avoiding him and you were doing great at it until you had to have a meeting this morning.

Your dress is brand new, probably with the tag still sticking out above the back of the neck. You haven't been home in almost a week, you just keep buying new clothes. Guk doesn't want you to leave and to be honest, you don't want to leave either.

You're so comfortable with him that it feels like you've been with one another for years already.

Once your maid started feeding Piranha everyday, you were free to stay over his apartment for as many days as you'd like and even now as you sit back down at your desk you can't wait to be able to leave.

Namjoon enters your office without a word and sets down the details for today's meeting in front of you.

"Thanks," you mumble, turning on your computer.

He knows you're avoiding eye contact and with his personality being as outgoing as it is, he angles his body until you have no choice but to look at him.

Your eyes are soft when you look over at him and he folds his arms, raising his eyebrows. "I don't really appreciate the fact that you haven't been here because you've been avoiding me."

"Joo-"

"You didn't even give me a chance to apologize for walking in on you like that on that day. So," he sighs, sitting down in the chair before you, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I shouldn't have been so brazen and went into your room and I shouldn't have stormed out like that. I was just so shocked… I never tho--... I'm sorry, I apologize for putting you in an awkward position."

You didn't expect him to apologize. Well, you aren't sure what you expected, really, but it wasn't this. You at least thought he would give you some sort of attitude.

"Oh… Well, thanks," you mumble awkwardly, running your hand over the back of your neck.

"So, is he treating you well?" Joon inquires, crossing his legs and leaning back in the seat.

"He's really great and he's been treating me really well," you reply, looking over the documents.

To be honest, another reason you didn't want to leave the comfort of Guk's apartment is because you've had a lower fever the past day or two, not to mention the dizzy spells and extreme tiredness that you suspect is from all these late nights Guk has been putting you through with his wondrous fucking.

"Well… good," Joon breathes, fixing his cufflinks.

You're not as tight lipped and sharp now that he looks at you in the morning sunlight. You seem softer this morning somehow, seemingly at ease with the world that has so often given you problems. Although, you do have dark circles beneath your eyes that you haphazardly tried to cover with your concealer.

"Sir?! You don't have an appointment, you can't go in t-"

"I always have an appointment!"

Both of your heads tilt quickly to your office door as it bursts open and you simply blink at the man in the doorway.

"Hey, gorgeous," Jimin yawns, entering your office with two coffee's in hand.

Jimin Park is probably the only person in this entire universe that could change someone's opinion of them so rapidly.

Just last week, Jimin was cautious of you. He gave you an inkling of acceptance when you first met and now it seems he's closer to you than both Taehyung and Jeongguk combined. You don't know how he does it. He worms his way into people's hearts so fast it's like he's just always been there.

He looks over at Namjoon, seemingly studying him within a second before traipsing into your office as if you and he own it together.

"Chim-" you begin, only to shake your head at your assistant who dashes into the doorway with wide eyes.

"I went over to the apartment and Guk said you had something to do called work?!" he guffaws, waltzing around your desk and handing you the matcha latte you like.

Namjoon just continues to stare, watching how Jimin combs your hair off your shoulder with ease and how you certainly don't pull away.

"Yes," you droll playfully, leaning back in your large, comfortable chair, "it's something normal people do on a Monday."

Jimin's face becomes pinched in a moment's notice, teasing you in a quick fashion. "Couldn't be me."

He sits down on your desk, turning his muscled body to angle towards your coworker. "Jimin Park, pleasure."

"Namjoon Kim," he replies stiffly.

That's all Jimin feels is necessary before he's turning back to you. "Why do you look so fucking exhausted? Tell Guk to keep the dicking down to a minimum so you can get a good night's sleep."

You feel your neck and cheeks heat up furiously and you can only look up shyly in Joon's direction.

Your coworker's eyebrows raise promptly and he seemingly shakes it off with an astounded wag of his head.

You've never had people around you like this before, he doesn't know how to take it.

"Chim," you mumble uncomfortably.

"What?" he asks, downright confused before returning his attention to Namjoon who still hasn't made a move to leave your office, "Oh. Sorry, bud. It's normal to talk like this in my field of work."

Your coworker simply hums, taking off his glasses to clean them and in doing so, he narrows his eyes at Jimin to see him better.

"Why're you blushing?!" Chim coos, pressing his cool hands to your face.

When you look up at him with hardened irises, he deflates just a little. His saddened face quickly turns to surprise and his hand coasts from your cheek to your forehead.

"You have a fever," he murmurs concerned, putting his other hand to his forehead.

"Just a little one," you reply softly, looking over the documents on your desk.

"Did you tell Guk? You shouldn't be here if you're sick," you friend chastises you.

"I'm fine! Work is work," you promise, taking a sip of your latte.

Namjoon hates to agree with the intruder but he nods along. "You should have told me you were sick, I would have pushed the meeting back until you were feeling better. But I'm sure it's because you didn't wanna text me."

Your eyes snap to his and you raise an eyebrow suspiciously. Of course, this man that's known you for years is right but still… to say that in front of your newfound friend?

You're still a childish, hurt mess inside it would seem as you grab your purse and scowl. "Fine, I'll go rest. You can tell the shareholders that the meeting is canceled fifteen minutes before the call."

"Y/N," Joon mumbles, putting his glasses back on.

"No, you both know I hate pestering and people ganging up on me," you hiss, slamming your office door shut.

"We weren't!" you hear Jimin shout faintly and you can only roll your eyes as you leave.

You ended up heading to your mansion after the morning interaction.

When you finally stepped into your bedroom, you began to feel bad about what transpired but you being the proud person you are, you refuse to apologize.

Stripping off your clothes, leaving them strewn onto the ground, you crawl into your gigantic bed with a sigh.

Your quick, random outburst has been lost on you since you left the office building. You don't know where it came from and you don't know why you snapped so suddenly.

Cuddling the pillow that Jeongguk last slept on, you find yourself suddenly overcome with fatigue and you sigh softly as you close your eyes.

When the world begins to fade away from you, you dream of a huge Great Dane and his owner whose smile could rival the brightness of the sun.

"How's Y/N feeling?" Jimin inquires, tossing your boyfriend a water bottle after he finishes his reps.

The escort tilts his head, confused at what he means. "She was fine this morning before she left for work."

Taehyung slowly sets down the rowing equipment, noticing how the shortest of them furrows his eyebrows.

"I mean after she left work. I went there to drop off her latte and she was sick. She has a fever and shit."

"What?!" Guk hisses, standing up in an instant.

"Yeah, man. She stormed out and was all pissy 'cause that kid Namjoon and I were trying to take care of her. She said she was going home," Chim announces with a frown, "I thought she meant your apartment."

Guk doesn't take it as a slight. Surely if you were in your right mind and not ill, you would have wound up back at his place.

But you didn't even call or text him, you didn't even let him know that you weren't well. If he would have known this morning, he would have certainly kept you in bed with him.

"How pissy did she get?" your boyfriend inquires, grabbing his towel and tossing it over his neck.

He begins to pack up all the necessities for the gym he always brings, looking up at Jimin with wide eyes as if to tell him to hurry up and speak.

Jeongguk knows that there are times where your former self begins to peek out and say hello again. He can't imagine how terrible you must feel now that you're not feeling well and you're alone.

"Why did she go back to that fucking mansion?" he hisses to himself, grabbing his now wrinkled black t-shirt.

"She was really snippy and short, she stormed out. Y'know, how she gets when she feels like she's being backed up into a corner," Jimin replies, thinking back to just a few days ago when you got upset over nothing.

"Yeah, I know," Guk murmurs, picking up his bag.

"Do you want me to drive you?" Taehyung inquires, finally speaking.

Even after the first day you met the handsome escort was still wary of you but after seeing Jimin take to you like a pig in shit, he decided you were alright.

"Please," Guk almost begs, slinging the heavy black sack over his shoulder, "Chim, can you feed Hawking tonight? I don't think I'll be making it home if she's really sick."

"I got you, bro," he promises, putting his barbells down.

Taehyung stands up, grabbing his dress shirt off the machine closest to him with a sigh. "Come on, Gukkie."

Taehyung didn't seem to mind all the stops your boyfriend wanted to make, in all actuality it was probably refreshing to see Guk care about somebody so much that would equally return that kind of attention and care to him.

Now, as the escort quietly enters your home, he sets the multitude of groceries down on the open onyx kitchen counter with a worried sigh.

The mansion is terribly quiet, just noises of the heater sporadically clicking on to heat the floor beneath his bare feet.

Your boyfriend silently puts away all the perishables with the intent that he'll cook you some soup in a little while.

Guk isn't sure why you didn't come back to his apartment but he's not as worried as he might have been years ago when he was with Chloe. Just because you came back here doesn't mean you have less affection for him, he knows that to be true.

Fixing his eyebrow piercing, he looks down at the thermometer and medicine he just bought to try and make whatever illness this is go away faster.

Picking them up, he heads for the massive staircase that leads up to your room.

Step by step, he takes in your strewn clothes. They're haphazardly tossed about with no type of pattern or reason and your bedroom door is open wide with no light source to guide him in. The large windows are covered with the heavy black drapes and what little light from the hallway shows you looking tiny in your massive bed.

You're asleep, coddling a pillow to your body as if it would provide you warmth like your boyfriend.

"Baby," Guk mumbles until his breath sullenly, entering the room.

His mother was sick a lot when he was younger, he tried so diligently to take care of her while his father was away. Whether it was the poor conditions of the apartment they lived in or the woman who bore him running ragged to try to make ends meet -- he'll never know.

He strips off his shirt, crawling into bed beside you and you barely stir. You're usually such a light sleeper, any movement in his bed would make you wake up for at least a minute or two.

Your boyfriend gives a gentle kiss to your forehead, feeling the heat radiate from your skin and he sighs.

You're really not feeling well.

"Hey, baby," he coos softly, setting down the thermometer and meds beside him to coddle you to his body.

You groan gently, obviously upset with being woken up.

"Baby, Jimin told me you weren't feeling too good," he whispers, brushing some of hair away from your face.

"Guk?" you croak, opening one eye to look up at him before immediately closing it.

You feel worse than this morning if you're being honest, you're in this cloudy daze with a parched mouth and a rolling stomach.

"I'm here," he promises, pulling you slowly into his arms and away from the pillow you held in his stead.

"I might get you sick," you whine, laying your hot face against his cool chest.

"Don't care," he replies softly, kissing the top of your head.

"I don't know why I feel so sick, I was fine and then…" you're at a loss for words.

"It happens, sweetheart. I'm gonna take care of you," your boyfriend assures you, grabbing the thermometer and tapping your chin sweetly.

You allow him to play his role as doctor, letting the warmth and comfort of him being here soothe you greatly.

"Yeah, you're on bed rest," he announces, squinting in the dark light to see your temperature.

"I'm sorry I didn't come home. I-I just drove back here," you mumble blearily, already feeling your consciousness slipping from you.

Home.

Jeongguk's heart quickens at the simple word.

His apartment feels like home to you.

Fuck, he loves that.

"I'm here now," Guk whispers, allowing you to start sleeping atop him.

"Then it's home," you murmur.

Guk kisses your head softly, grabbing the television remote and closing his eyes.

This is the single greatest thing he's ever had the pleasure of experiencing. He's never been so in love, he's never been so comfortable and he's never wanted to give all of himself over to someone else before.

Too bad great things aren't meant to last...

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#at your service #chapter 13 #chap 13 #jungkook fic #jeongguk #jeon jungkook #jeon jeongguk #bts #bts fic #bts smut #jungkook smut #dom!jeongguk

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girlneosworld · 8 months

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.até que a morte os separe;

angst e sugestivo, violência e menção a intoxicação. gente nada aqui é minimamente saudável ok tudo em prol da narrativa apenas. boa leitura <3

— E vocês ainda não se resolveram?

Ouve sua amiga perguntar enquanto você continua a observar Jisung do outro lado do restaurante universitário. Mexe sua batata no pote de keetchup sem tirar os olhos dele. O garoto conversa animadamente com os amigos e vez ou outra você sorri junto dele quando o vê gargalhar de algo que eles tenham dito.

Dá de ombros.

— Tem três dias que a gente não se fala — responde — Tava pensando em passar no dormitório dele hoje.

— Chenle disse que eles tem um horário vago hoje antes da última aula. Quem sabe vocês conseguem conversar um pouco.

E é exatamente o que vai fazer. Depois de assistir suas outras aulas do dia, passa no próprio dormitório para tomar um banho e se arrumar um pouco. Troca a roupa que usou o dia inteiro por uma mais confortável e penteia o cabelo, avisa sua colega de quarto para não esperá-la acordada e sai rumo a ala masculina.

Enquanto percorre seu caminho se certifica de desbloquear o garoto do aplicativo de conversas, relendo as últimas mensagens que trocaram. Morde o lábio e entra no perfil dele, checa de postou algo nesses dias em que ficaram sem se falar.

Assiste aos stories dele, curte o mais recente e se direciona para as publicações. Fotos dele no campus, na casa dos pais e em uma das calouradas do curso dele. Franze o cenho ao ver essa última. Foi essa bendita festa o motivo pelo qual brigaram. O Park estava usando uma jaqueta jeans azul e tinha um copo de conteúdo vermelho dentro na mão, vermelho igual a sua boca manchada pela bebida.

jejess1_: embebedei meu veterano preferido hihi

Quando bate a porta do dormitório, o celular já está guardado no bolso da calça e o pé bate repetidas vezes no chão. Estranha a demora para abrir e chega o ouvido para ouvir a movimentação lá dentro. Ouve o barulho das chaves e se afasta novamente. Sorri quando vê a figura alta e esguia de Jisung aparecer.

— Oi — diz assim que ele está completamente visível.

— O que tá fazendo aqui?

Você faz uma careta diante da recepção que recebe. Dá um tapinha no ombro coberto pela camiseta branca e se aproxima dele. Passa os braços ao redor do pescoço e apoia o queixo no peito malhado. O garoto continua estático no lugar, uma das mãos na maçaneta e a outra ao lado do corpo.

— Eu meio que senti saudade de você — o responde e dá um sorriso — Posso entrar, Sungie?

Ele reluta por alguns segundos até finalmente dar um longo suspiro. Jisung move os corpos de vocês para dentro e fecha a porta outra vez.

Você se desvencilha dele e anda pelo quarto que ele compartilha com Chenle. Observa como as coisas estão organizadas e se dá a liberdade de sentar na cama do Park.

— Não fique tanto tempo assim sem falar comigo de novo.

Jisung ri sem um pingo de humor.

— Você é meio cara de pau — ele diz depois de um tempo e se senta ao seu lado — Parece até que se esqueceu do porquê da gente ter brigado.

— Porque você é um mentiroso que disse que ia para um lugar e foi para outro? — desdenha enquanto tira seus sapatos e traz as pernas junto do corpo — Ou porque você pensa que eu tenho cara de otária?

— Não. A gente brigou porque você é maluca e quase foi para cima da minha caloura — ele diz. Jisung imita suas ações e senta de frente para você, apoia uma das mãos no colchão e usa a outra para apontar para seu rosto com está próximo o suficiente — E foi você quem me bloqueou de tudo e estava fugindo de mim, sabe que eu tentei falar contigo várias vezes.

Revira os olhos e suspira.

— Não vai nem tentar se justificar por ter mentido para mim? — arquea as sobrancelhas e bate na mão dele apontada para você — Aliás, você tinha dito que nem chegou perto daquela piranha. Por que ela tá dizendo que te embebedou?

Assiste ele bufar e passar as mãos pelo rosto, frustrado.

— Olha só, eu queria muito entender essa sua cobrança pra cima de mim — Jisung se exaspera e você arregala os olhos diante do tom de voz. Ele parece perceber pela sua reação e logo se acalma outra vez — Desculpa. É que você diz que não quer nada sério comigo mas se eu aparecer com outras pessoas você enlouquece.

— Então você tá admitindo que ficou com a caloura?

— Caramba.

Jisung se joga na cama e grita no travesseiro. A cena te faz franzir o cenho e rir. Ele era mesmo patético, coitado.

Apoiando seu cotovelo no edredom, você passa os dedos entre os fios do cabelo liso e sedoso dele. Sente as respiração dele afundando o colchão e percebe então que ele está chorando. Morde o lábio diante da aflição do garoto e deixa um beijo na nuca dele, um beijo na têmpora e outro beijo na bochecha molhada. O ouve fungar e resmungar alguma coisa que você não se dá ao trabalho de entender.

A verdade é que você ama Park Jisung e esse é o motivo para todo o tormento que causa nele. Não sabe dosar seus sentimentos e toda a vulnerabilidade que vem junto faz com que você o sobrecarregue. Mas odeia ver seu menino chorar desse jeito, parte seu coração.

— Me desculpa, Sungie — diz com a voz mansa — É que... você me deixa insegura quando faz essas coisas.

Ele deita de costas e te olha com os olhos bonitos vermelhos pelas lágrimas.

— É só você confiar em mim — responde o garoto — Será que é tão difícil assim?

Sim.

— Não, claro que não — coloca as mãos em forma de concha em cada lado do rosto dele. Sorri para ele e deixa um beijo nos lábios molhados e cheios dele. Sente as mãos dele em sua cintura, a puxando em sua direção e você deita por cima do corpo dele — Eu sou péssima, me perdoa, amor.

Jisung assente e volta a te beijar. O garoto emaranha os dedos em seu cabelo e força seu quadril na direção dele. Você move uma de suas mãos do rosto para a barriga e sente a respiração dele falhando. Sem se separar dos lábios dele, você repousa a mão sobre a samba canção que ele usa e sente como ele reage bem a você. O peito sobe e desce rápido, os toques em você ficam mais urgentes a medida em que seus dedos percorrem o comprimento dele ganhando velocidade. Ele começa a sentir dificuldade em corresponder ao beijo e se afasta para respirar fundo.

Observa o estado entregue em que ele está e sorri, gosta de saber que consegue deixá-lo assim com tanta facilidade. Jisung era mesmo todo seu. Unicamente seu e de mais ninguém.

— Amor, me chupa? Por favor — a voz grave dele diz, afetada. Os olhinhos se apertam quando você adentra a mão no tecido acetinado e toca sem nenhuma barreira — Não me maltrata mais. Já tô com tanta saudade.

— Tá perto também? — pergunta com a boca no ouvido dele e ouve o garoto choramingar. A cabeça assente repetidas vezes.

— Aham — responde com dificuldade, as pernas começando a tremer — Eu quero gozar, amor. Vai, por favor.

Você o olha diretamente nos olhos e segura o queixo dele. Faz com que Jisung te olhe e, assim de pertinho, consegue ouvir todos os sons que ele faz.

— Só deixo se disser que é meu — aumenta o aperto em volta dele — Anda, diz.

E, juntando todas as forças que ainda tem, Jisung te obedece e diz com a voz carregada de manha, quebrando no fim da frase:

— Sou todo seu, minha linda. Só seu.

Finalmente satisfeita, feita sorri enquanto se abaixa e termina de despi-lo da cintura para baixo e finalmente faz a vontade do seu garoto.

(•••)

Alguns dias se passam, você e Jisung se resolveram e decidiram oficializar, para a felicidade do garoto que tenta fazer com que você aceite o pedido a tanto tempo. As coisas andam bem para o casal, almoçam juntos e vão à festas juntos. O Park faz questão de te exibir para todo mundo e apresentar você como namorada para as pessoas.

E apesar de estar, sim, muito feliz e satisfeita com seu relacionamento, ainda tinha um detalhe que te perturbava feito uma mosca em seu ouvido.

Já estava tarde e o campus particularmente vazio, ninguém circulava por lá uma hora dessa. Você ajeita a touca na cabeça e arruma o cabelo, assiste a garota atravessar a rua em direção a máquina de vendas 24h e colocar a nota para escolher sua bebida. Logo em seguida, ela vai até o banheiro de funcionários para jogar o lacre fora. E você vai atrás dela.

E, assim que ela está prestes a dar meia volta para sair dali, você usa a cerâmica velha que estava jogada ali para bater na cabeça dela, vezes o suficiente para ela só cair desnorteada no chão, liga o dedetizante pelo lado de fora e a tranca lá dentro. Imediatamente começa a ouvir os chutes fracos na porta.

Olha a hora no celular e suspira. Tomara que os funcionários gostem da surpresa pela manhã. Ouve o toque do telefone e sorri quando vê o nome no visor, atende.

— Sungie, amor? Já estou chegando.

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cinewhore · 10 months

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From Russia, With Love

Pairing: Captain Jonathan “John” Price x Fem!reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: fighting (reader is a boxer), blood, explosives, coma, angst. Reader is roughly the same age as Price, I don’t do age gaps! If I missed something, let me know.

A/N: Finally getting hip to the COD boys! Reader is referred to as “Memphis” which is the name that was given to her while serving with the 141. I have plans for these two teehee. Also dropped in an Oberyn reference! dedicated to @mikeisthricedeceased & @pettyprocrastination Hope y'all enjoy. Credits to the gif creator.

You wish they would kill you already.

You’ve been in this position for at least two hours, hands tied at the wrist, strung up like a goddamn piñata. You try your best to keep one pointed toe on the ground to help with your fluctuating shifting of weight.

The people responsible for you at the moment circle around you like piranhas, their thirst for blood knowing no end.

“You’re stronger than you look.” the bald one mutters, voice rasped by a long nasty habit of smoking. You hang your head as he approaches, wrinkling your nose against the stench of his warm breath. He rears back and punches you in the stomach again, sending you for a small spin. The ropes tug and burn your skin, the calloused material leaving your wrists rubbed raw.

The other man sits towards the back of the room, watching. It’s all that he did. He never interacted with you, letting the others get their hands dirty for him instead. You could hear the clinking of ice in his glass, a rather calming sound in comparison to the broken moans that slipped out of you as you continued to be pummeled. The ice clinks again once more and the glass is sat down, signifying the man's own interest in the events unfolding in front of him. He waves his head and the bastard gets one more lick at you before he retreats.

You cough and sputter, blood steadily trickles down the side of your mouth. The head honcho finally rises out of his seat and makes his way towards you, hands clasped firmly behind his back. He takes one of his index fingers to lift your chin up, eyes penetrating the depths of your soul. You’ve been in plenty of situations where you gave death the bird and paraded around without a single care for your life but this, this was different.

For once in your life, you were afraid of what the outcome would be.

“You are one with the infamous one-four-one, no?”

You nod weakly.

“You are one with me now. I own you. Do you understand?”

Silence.

“You are a fighter and I admire that. Not once did you break your loyalty to your team but yet, you landed here in my lap. Nearly left one of my men for dead. A silly little boxing game! I can take you to the big leagues, get you out of the gutter you were rotting away in. We can make some big cash, you and me. Just do what I say, when and how I say.”

He does something that scares you more than anything. You were expecting a hard slap, maybe even another punch but no. He kisses your cheek softly and leaves. Within a blink, you were cut down from your post and hoisted up by the others, all careful not to agitate your wounds. You had been inducted into a mob and didn’t even know it.

- TWO YEARS LATER -

It’s the fucking bout of the century.

The crowd sounds like the angry wrath of the sea, a constant white noise in your ear. That is, if you could fucking hear out of the left one. You had taken a hit to the side of your head and you were sure you were concussed but adrenaline kept you up on both feet.

Your mouth is pried open by your cornerman, Usov, who squirts some liquid into it before shutting it. You tilt your head back, swishing it around before spitting it out in the bucket shoved in front of your face. The once clear liquid was now rinsed red. His hands are steady as he tries his best to patch you up, your chief second spewing strategy in half broken english.

“I can’t hear you.” you mutter, wincing when Usov touches a particularly tender area.

“What?”

You point to your left ear. “Can’t fucking hear you.”

Solomin sighs but lowers himself in front of you, angling himself towards your right side. “Better?”

You nod. “Better.”

“You can beat this one, eh? You’re pulling your punches! That is not what I teach you.What should’ve been a clean knock from start, last too long. What are you scared of?”

Failure.

“She’s too quick.” you lie through your teeth, knowing that Solomin could see right through it.

“Yes, she is quick but you are quicker. She’s aiming for your left side because that is where you’re the weakest now. You must use that to your advantage and strike back twice as hard. You are the Red Viper! Never lost a match and now is not the time to start.”

Solomon grabs you by the back of your neck and you force your eyes off of the lights and your opponent in the adjacent corner. “Remember what it took to get here. The position we are both in. Death comes first.”

You didn’t need to turn around to know whose eyes were boring into your back. The whole reason you were here. A rumor spread that he put half a billion dollars on your head for tonight's match.

You could not lose. Too many things were at steak.

The bell tolls and Usov and Solomin give final words of wisdom before you're thrusted up off your stool and back into the ring.

Nodding your head furiously, you begin prancing along on your feet, smashing your boxing gloves together in a steady rhythm.

The boss smirks as he senses a burst of energy in you, knowing that you were gonna bring it home to glory. The cigar he puffs on rests gently between his fingers, other hand preoccupied by the drumming of his digits. He could smell the copious amounts of cash you were gonna rake in for him and he desperately needed a vacation to the beach. Russian winters weren’t his favorite.

The ref signals for the next round to start and you’re off. You buzz around the ring like it's nobody's business, landing hit after hit. The crowd goes crazy as you corner your opponent, striking her viciously. The Red Viper never gives up until its prey is defeated.

But today, the Red Viper gets a surprise attack.

You do the one thing you were told to never do and that’s look into the crowd. Even for a millisecond, you shift your focus and gaze up. It’s almost as if your body had been taken over, forcing you to give in to curiosity.

Jonathan Price stands smack dab in the middle of a section, beanie low and chiseled arms crossed against his chest. He sees you and knows that you see him. A mistake so fatal you knew you were done before the moment passed.

A glove crashes into your face, hard, and you are down for the count.

Everyone in the crowd stumbles up to their feet, swarming into a frenzy. The once mysterious now beloved fighter was on the ground for the first time in her entire career. This was not good for business.

One.

You attempt to steady your breathing, eyes glossed over in a hypnotic haze. With a few slow blinks, the ring had vanished. You were laying on the ground amidst rubble, body emitting a low throb. Your brain kept signaling to the rest of your body that you were in danger but you couldn’t react.

“She’s over here!” you could hear the accent of Soap as he began to hurl slabs of concrete out of the way, creating a path that led straight to you.

Two.

Your head was supported as hands grabbed at you, lifting you from what you thought your final resting place would be. You were trying hard to form words but could not get your mouth to cooperate. It was as if you were weightless, floating aimlessly among the dark sky. In reality you were being carried by Soap and Gaz, who had taken you to the waiting chopper that was now clearing ground and transporting your team to safety.

You thought you had enough time to clear the explosive but you just weren’t fast enough and caught the brunt of it.

Three.

You waver in and out of consciousness, the various faces of your team pleading for you to stay with them. You wanted to! They were your family, your safe haven and backbones. You’d take a bullet for each and every one of them. You didn’t expect the bullet to be a goddamn rocket launcher.

The injuries were extensive. The medic was sure that you wouldn’t be able to walk again, much less be mobile on your own. He expected you to make a lengthy recovery if you ever came out of a coma. Days turned into weeks and that slipped into months.

Work never ceased. The boys felt terrible leaving your side but they knew that they couldn’t sit around and wait for your eyes to open, if they ever did. Price was hit the most, an unspoken thing between the two of you. He showed no sign of emotion when others were around but when it was just the two of you, he poured his heart out. He urged you to wake up, to return back to him and the 141.

You never did.

Four.

He was leading a mission in Mexico when you woke up. He didn’t receive the message until a week after and when he returned, you were gone. Upon asking the medic where you went, the poor fellow just shrugged.

“What do you mean you don’t know where she went?”

“I already told you. She was awake, given clearance to continue her healing at home, some guy came to pick her up and she vanished.”

Some guy. Your brother.

You kept your familial background to yourself but had let Price know that you had an older brother who stayed in trouble. He was too smart for his own and that often caused him to get into situations he could never really quite get out of.

Five.

He knew that if he probed enough, he could find out your whereabouts but knew you. If you wanted him to know where you were, you would’ve told him. So, he waited. And waited.

Six.

Your eyes roll around as you regain some sort of composure, legs shaking as you push yourself up off the ground.

“Holy shit.” Solomin whispers as the ref checks in with you quickly before jumping out of the way of your opponent. You smack your glove against your head, trying to get your head straight before you entered hell again.

The ref waves his head and you are back in the throes of war, clinging onto any semblance of hope left.

Your opponent swaggers over to you with a smug look on her face, certain that with another good hit or two, you’d be on your ass for good. You match her energy and smile widely, bloodied mouth and split lips creating a ghastly image. The Red Viper was no longer here, she was now replaced by a dead woman walking.

The hot water stings as you stand underneath the flow of the cascading shower. After a brief examination, you learn the outcome of the fight. You suffered a concussion, temporary hearing loss in your left ear, bruised ribs and cheekbone swelling along with the usual cuts and bruises. Pretty chill for such a huge occasion. You’re easy with yourself as you slowly wander back into your locker room, Solomin and Usov conversing quietly.

You had zero intentions of interacting with the cameras and groupies that awaited you beyond the doors, wanting to go home and fall victim to your bed. You knew that you had to remain alert for a few more hours given your injuries and Solomin normally stuck with you through them.

“You look like hell.” Your coach grins and you shrug him off, dropping your towel to the ground. Solomin turns his back to you as you manage to slip on a shirt and loose shorts, rolling your neck around.

“Been there and it’s honestly not as bad as it seems.” you reply, groaning as you flex a muscle in your arm.

“I hear the boss is very happy. He wants to celebrate tonight.”

You give Solomin a look and he nods, wringing his hands together. You weren’t one for the nightlife and knew that partying with the man who wagered such a high bet on your life wasn’t the best idea. Besides, you were in no shape to be around throngs of people and loud music.

“Maybe some other time, hm? I’d like to crash if that’s ok with you.”

“Doctor says you must rest for a minute,” Usov cuts in. “Are you hungry? I can get us some kebabs. We can eat here and wait for the people to leave.”

You honestly couldn’t stomach anything but nodded politely at Usov’s suggestion. He claps his hands together, patting you softly on the back as he exits the room. As he leaves, he passes by two individuals, brushing shoulders with one.

“Извини́.” Excuse me.

A guard stands at the entrance to your room and holds a hand out as the two men approach.

“No fans past the barrier. Fuck off.”

Price looks at the masked man beside him. “We’re here for a business proposition, per the boss's orders.”

The men looked extremely American, or at least not in the slightest bit Russian, to him and his stance falters. Their accents weren’t American though and he didn’t know what to make of it.

“We’re comrades of the fighter.”

“You’re not friends unless she says you are.” the guard retorts. So much for a smooth plan.

The door behind the guard swings open and Solomin steps out, a cigarette in his hand. He knew you dislike smoking and walked out to indulge in his habit. You feel that sinking feeling return to your stomach and you glance at the door, spotting Price and Ghost being hassled by the guard.

The guard turns to you, clearly flustered. “Do not worry, I will get rid of them.” He assures you but you motion at him to stop. Solomin can tell something is amiss by your cagey stance and lingers, awaiting your instruction.

You stare at the two men from your past, millions of memories flashing through your brain vividly. You had half a mind to tell them to kiss your ass, to have them sent away but once again, your inquisitive side wins.

“Let them in.”

You jerk your head at Solomin who continues on his quest to smoke. The guard makes way and your old teammates enter your locker room, the door clicking shut behind them.

Ghost stands back as Price draws near. Your breathing quickens at his scent, causing your throat to tighten.

“Hello, Memphis.”

#captain johnathan price #john price x you #john price x female reader #captain price x reader #captain price x female reader #captain price x you

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vampwritesstuff · 1 year

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Someone to Save Me ~

Pairing : Xavier Thorpe x Addams!reader (fem pronouns)

Summary : in which when her crazy, obsessive father comes searching for her, she needed a knight in shining armor. Or maybe a tortured artist.

Warnings : attempted kidnapping, abuse, swearing, mentions of being stalked, use of the word “princess”

Genre : angst to fluff/comfort, frenemies to lovers

Requests : open

Words : 2k+

This is an idea I had thought of and wanted to write, don’t remember what I had been doing but I immediately went to my notes and wrote a general idea on this, so here is a fleshed out version! I want to say that reader’s father is NOT Fester!

Masterlist

Having a crazy and obsessive father was difficult. That’s what led you to run from him, showing up on your Aunt Morticia and Uncle Gomez’s doorstep, seeking refuge in their home. They knew how your father could get and allowed you to stay with them. You were 13, they couldn’t leave you to fend for yourself. Something that just sort of happened was that Wednesday basically became your bodyguard, she was never far from you anytime you were at school or in public. So, after being expelled for throwing piranhas into the swim team’s pool during their practice, you obviously had to go with her to her new school, Nevermore.

Now, you weren’t a normie, obviously since you were an Addams. You had an innate ability to control plants and organic objects around you. And seeing that there were woods that surrounded the Nevermore campus, it made you feel at home already. Pugsley had taken a liking to calling you ‘nymph’ because of your closeness to nature. It was a sour parting when your aunt, uncle and younger cousin had to leave. Pugsley had given you and Wednesday a tight hug, while you had patted his back and gave him encouraging words, Wednesday was… well, she was Wednesday. Your aunt gave you and your cousin each a pendant, while Wednesday’s could turn into a ‘W’ and ‘M’ for Wednesday and Morticia, yours had a carefully crafted tree on it. You smiled softly and thanked your aunt, giving her a hug before she got into the car where Lurch stood by, holding open the car door. Then they were off.

It had been barely a month since you’ve arrived at Nevermore Academy, and somehow your cousin has found herself playing detective in a search for a monster that most weren’t even sure existed. Of course, you believed her and have helped her in her investigation.

Despite Wednesday’s many complaints, you were given a single room, while Wednesday had to deal with a roommate who was the exact opposite of her. You thought it was good for Wednesday to have some social interaction with someone besides you or her family. Many of her complaints consisted of her trying to reason that she needed to protect you from your father, as she had been doing for the past three years. However, you were quick to shut her down.

“Wednesday, if he hasn’t found me yet, how in the hell do you think he would find me in a school for outcasts in a little town that’s barely on the map?” You had told her one day, during an outing in Jericho to go to the Weathervane. Of course, your cousin stayed silent, knowing that it was unlikely that your father would find you. You were good at covering your tracks.

It wasn’t long until Tyler Galpin, a normie and someone who had taken interest in your cousin, sat down with you both. You tensed, Tyler did not give you good vibes ever since you first met him, however your cousin seemed to never notice your state of nervousness whenever Tyler was around. It didn’t help that he was sitting next to you, and you were trapped inside the booth.

You stared at the table for the remainder of the time you and your cousin were at the Weathervane, unwilling to speak up that you wanted to leave in the case that you were going to be seen as rude. That’s when your phone buzzed, a text from Enid saved you. “Sorry Wednesday, but Enid says she’s having a crisis and needs me back at Nevermore.” You spoke up as Wednesday and Tyler talked over theories about who the monster could be. Tyler got the hint that you needed to leave and moved from the booth to allow you to slide past in order to leave. Wednesday just nodded, “Don’t get yourself killed.” She said as Tyler sat back down, you knew that was just her way of telling you to be safe. You nodded and left the Weathervane without another word, making your way from Jericho back to the school.

You were barely 5 minutes into the wooded part of the Nevermore campus when you got the eerie feeling that you were being watched, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end. You stopped to look around, only hearing the chirp of birds and the noise of bugs.

Hesitantly, you started walking again, this time at a much quicker pace. Already having your phone out with Enid on speed dial and ready to take off or fight for your life at a moments notice. There was no way in hell you were going to die in the woods, alone.

That’s when you heard a twig snap, stopping once again you looked around, taking note that it wasn’t you who stepped on a twig and broke it. That’s when you felt a presence behind you, immediately your instinct and training from Wednesday kicked in. Spinning around, you took control of some of the vines on the ground and used them to wrap the figure up and keep them from moving, they fell to the ground with a deep grunt, groaning as the vines tightened around them.

When your initial adrenaline wore off, you were able to make out the Nevermore uniform, specifically the male uniform. “Fuck, Y/n, didn’t think you would attack someone like that.” Xavier groaned as he was still constricted by the vines. “That’s why you don’t sneak up on a girl in the middle of the damn woods!” You exclaimed, letting the vines go of your control and allowing them to unwrap from Xavier.

You held out your hand to help him stand up, which he took in response. He brushed himself off, standing in front of you. “Sorry, sorry. Don’t sneak up on girls in the woods, got it.” He mumbled, “what were you doing out here anyway?” He asked, but you gave him an incredulous look, “Where else would I be going? I’m heading back from town to the school. Enid messaged me that she had something urgent going on and needed my help.” You told him as you turned and began to walk away from the artist.

You and Xavier had an odd dynamic going on, some days you both could be civil with each other, other days you were ready to rip his throat out just listening to him talk. Right about now, you were borderline annoyed with the boy, in between being civil and tying him up with vines again. You almost groaned as he caught up with you easily, ‘Curse his long legs.’ You thought. “What were you doing in Jericho?” He asked you, watching your expression carefully. “I was with Wednesday at the Weathervane.” You answered shortly, not wanting to delve into detail of your most recent outing with your cousin. From the corner of your eye, you saw Xavier nod stiffly. ‘Odd,’ You thought, ‘He’s never stiffened at the mention of Wednesday..’ you squinted at him, suspiciously.

“Now, what were you doing out here?” You turned his own question on him, he looked at you and shrugged, “Came to clear my head,” he told you but you looking at him seemed to make the boy nervous, something he never usually was when around you. He normally matched your energy, which made you even more suspicious of Xavier. “Okay.” There was something up with Xavier, and you knew it. But you didn’t want him to catch onto your suspicion, so you pretended that you believed him.

There was a silence between the both of you as you reached Nevermore, “See you later, Xav.” You said to him as you walked away, heading to Enid and Wednesday’s dorm in Ophelia Hall.

You seemed to run into Xavier in the woods a lot more than usual, especially on your daily stroll through the woods which you’ve recently been going on alone, since Wednesday was too busy with her investigation to join you. Each time you met in the woods, he seemed much more different than during school. Like he was a completely different person. Eventually, you decided to confront him about it, when he once again interrupted your stroll.

“What has been goin on with you lately, Xavier? You’ve been acting completely different lately, especially out of class.” You told him as he once again, joined you on a walk through the woods. “What do you mean, Y/n?” He tried to play you off, but you knew Xavier. He wouldn’t dismiss accusations against him, you’ve learned that since Wednesday began suspecting him and he found out about it. That’s how you realized.

“You’re not Xavier.” You whispered, barely loud enough for ‘Xavier’ to hear. When you looked up again, someone else was smirking at you, and it was someone you hoped to never see again. “Hello, princess.” Your father’s dark eyes bore into you as you were struck with fear, unable to move or make a sound as he walked towards you. “I’ve been watching you for a while now, such a shame that you saw through my disguise.” He stated as he caressed your face, his fingers lingering through a strand of your hair. “Why don’t you come home, princess? You belong with me. I am your father, after all.”

Finally, your sense came back to you and you moved away from him immediately. “No, you aren’t my father.” He began to look angry as you said that. “I don’t belong anywhere with you, and I’m sure as hell not your princess!” You shouted at him. By now, the man in front of you was fuming with anger, he reached for your arm and took hold of you in a vice grip, harshly pulling you towards him.

“Ungrateful little bitch! I created you, you are mine! You decide nothing for yourself.” His gripped tightened and you let out a yelp of pain, trying to pull from him. “Let go of me! I’m not going with you!” However, your father was much stronger than you, slapping you across the face as your head was immediately sent reeling to the side, your cheek stinging in pain. The hit was hard enough that it scrambled your thoughts, which allowed your father to pick you up without a fight and begin walking away from Nevermore.

Neither of you were aware that Thing had been following you. The hand immediately went to the closest person he could find to get help.

The sound of the shed door opening alerted Xavier that someone had entered his art studio, however he did not expect to find Thing frantically tugging at his pant leg, signing something Xavier couldn’t make out. However Xavier knew something was wrong, extremely wrong. “Show me.” Was all Xavier had to say and Thing was leading him into the woods.

Coming back to your senses, you were tossed over your father’s shoulder as he took you somewhere you didn’t recognize. You began thrashing around in his grip, “Let go of me! Someone help!” You screamed, hoping by some miracle, someone would be in the woods and hear you. “Stop squirming!” Your father shouted and threw you off his shoulder, your bodying hitting the hard ground and knocking your breath away from you, your lungs gasping for air. “You will come home. You will obey me. And you will never run from me again.” He seethed, his boot landing a kick to your ribs, then your stomach and head.

Tears filled your eyes, pain shooting everywhere throughout your body, you could hardly think. Hoping that someone would find you. Your father grabbed you and lifted you up by the collar of your shirt, “I’ll just have to break you into submission if you won’t be a good little girl.” Your father grinned at you as your half lidded eyes could hardly stay open, but you knew he was raising his fist to strike at you again.

“Get away from her!” You heard as you felt your self be dropped again, your father being tackled away from you, you could make out the shape of a hand in front of you, “Thing..” you whispered before having passed out from exhaustion.

Xavier had followed Thing at least a mile into the woods, adrenaline rushing through his veins, he didn’t know who was in danger but he knew they were important to Thing, so that left him with either two options. You, or Wednesday.

When he saw a man lifting you up by the collar of your shirt and his fist readying to hit you, something snapped in Xavier. Anger boiled over in him as he got close enough to see how terrible of shape you were in, blood covered half of your face and blood ran from your nose, your clothes torn and dirty. “Get away from her!” He shouted as he tackled the man away from you, blinded by pure and utter rage. All Xavier knew was that he had to protect the girl he had begun to accept his feelings for, and the scariest part was that he might’ve not ever gotten to tell her if he hadn’t been there in time to save her. Xavier didn’t stop until the man was a bloodied, unconscious mess. When he calmed down, Thing was tugging on the sleeve of his arm, ushering him to check on you.

You woke up in a hospital bed, looking around to see many get well soon cards, flowers, and other little gifts. Your head was fuzzy, but the last thing you remembered was dropping onto the ground and seeing Thing before it all went blank. No one was in the room with you, it was dark outside so you knew all of your friends and cousin were told to go back to Nevermore. Realizing that your throat was scratchy and you desperately needed some water, you pressed the small ‘help’ button on the side of your bed. It wasn’t long until a nurse and doctor rushed in to check on you, your throat hurt but somehow the nurse was able to understand that you needed water and left the room, retuning a few minutes later with a cold cup of water.

While the doctor did some checks on your vitals, you asked the nurse if she could inform principal Weems that you were awake, she nodded but told you it would be until the next day that anyone would be able to visit you. The doctor finished his check up and left the room with the nurse, allowing you some rest.

The next morning came quickly, and you were reminded of how much pain you were in when you attempted to sit up, “Ms. Addams, please stay laying down.” You heard a woman’s voice and looked to see principal Weems, standing in the doorway of your hospital room along with sheriff Galpin. “Sorry to question you so soon after waking up, but the station needs a statement about what happened when you were attacked. Wednesday told us that was your father, correct?” The sheriff asked you, quick to cut to the chase. A shiver ran down your spine as he mentioned your father, “Yes, that was…” you were interrupted by a coughing fit, “… that was my father.” You continued after the coughing had stopped. “What happened before Xavier got to the scene?” That question threw you, Xavier was the one who saved you? You shook yourself out of it, you’d worry about that later. “My father had disguised himself as Xavier and intercepted me during a walk, when I realized he was not Xavier, that’s when he began telling me that I had to go home with him, that he made me and owned me, that I was nothing without him. When I refused and tried to leave, he grabbed me. It’s a little fuzzy from there, but I remember a sting across my cheek and being carried away, I think I came to at one point and started fighting back. That’s when he threw me on the ground and started beating me.” You had to take a shaky breath to keep yourself from breaking down, “then he picked me up, and that’s when he was tackled away from me. I had no idea that it was Xavier who saved me.”

Once sheriff Galpin had finished getting your statement, and reassuring you that your father would be put away for a long time, you were discharged from the hospital and allowed to return to Nevermore. When you and Weems arrived, a large crowd of students were waiting to welcome you back, no doubt the work of Enid and Yoko.

When you stepped out of the car, Enid and Wednesday were the first ones to be by your side. Enid engulfed you into a hug, while Wednesday tried to keep her from smothering you and breaking anymore of your ribs. “Enid, she doesn’t need anymore broken ribs.” She chided the bubbly werewolf, who immediately let go and apologized. You looked at the crowd of students, recognizing some faces and not recognizing others. However, the one face you hoped to see, was not there. “Where’s Xavier?” You asked, hoping one of them knew where the artist was. “He’s been sulking like a lost puppy ever since you were put in the hospital, I’d bet he’s in his art shed right now.” Wednesday told you, keeping her accusatory remarks to herself, he did save his cousin’s life after all. The least she could do was cut him some slack.

“Oh, I was hoping I could talk to him.” Your mood significantly dampened since the guy who literally saved your life, couldn’t be bothered to welcome you back. “Hey, don’t look so upset, he did stay by your side the entire time you were asleep in the hospital!” Enid attempted to console you. You smiled at her, and at the thought of Xavier worrying over you. You decided that, for the time being, you would settle back into your routine and confront Xavier later.

It was a few hours later when Xavier showed up at your dorm room, knocking on the door. When you opened the door, you were greeted by a even more tired looking Xavier, the bags under his eyes were darker than before and he looked like he hadn’t had a proper sleep in ages. “Xavier, you okay? You look like you haven’t slept in days.” You worried over him, but her just looked at you with such emotion in his eyes that you couldn’t tell what her was feeling.

Then he stepped closer and pulled you into a hug, burying his face into your neck. Hesitantly you hugged him back, unsure of what exactly was going on. Half the time, you and Xavier couldn’t stand each other. The other half was spent laughing and making jokes about each other. You had never seen Xavier so vulnerable before.

Before you knew it, Xavier was crying while hugging you, hiccups interrupting him every few sobs. “Hey, hey. Xavi, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” You pushed him away slightly, so you could look at his face. “I thought I was going to lose you.” He rasped, “And when I saw your dad holding you like that, limp and lifeless, I realized just how important you are to me.” He hiccuped as he explained.

You pulled him back into the hug, rubbing his back as he continued to sob. You didn’t know where this was coming from, but over the past few months, you had realized that he meant more to you than you originally thought. “Y/n, I love you, and I have no idea what I would’ve done if you were taken away from me.” Xavier spoke again, this time clearer. You were shocked, you figured your feelings for him would end up being one sided, so you pushed them far far down. However, those feelings bubbled to the surface as he said those words. “I love you too, Xavier.” You replied, you could see him visibly relax at your words.

“Let me take you on a date, whatever you want to do, we’ll do it.” He told you as you smiled up at him, he leaned down and leaned his forehead against yours, both of you closing your eyes and enjoying each others embrace. “I’d love to go on a date with you.” He smiled and as you both looked at each other you shared your first kiss, of many to come.

Yeah, Xavier saved your life. He was your artist in shining armor.

#xavier thorpe #xavier x y/n #wednesday #wednesday 2022 #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe x reader #wednesday series #netflix #x reader #enid sinclair #ajax petropolus #character x reader

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local-faun · 4 months

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I’m trying to figure out references for each ghoul, and I’m having fun working on Dew’s. Figured I’d share my thoughts while I’m at it.

First things first, when I think of Dew as a water ghoul, I can only imagine him as a piranha. Think about it. Piranhas are known for being very aggressive and deadly. They have that fiery energy of “I can, and will, kill you.” But those are also, mostly myths. They can be quite peaceful and have been greatly exaggerated in the media. Just like Dew (imo). How Dew puts on that feisty personality in front of a crowd, but everyone knows he’s a sweetheart deep down inside.

But what if he was a dragon? Like not an actual dragon (unless you want him to be), but he resembles one with his fishy scales and fire powers. A typical western dragon would fit with his fire ghoul vibes, but water dragon would be more inclusive for both water and fire powers. I know people love to project their own pain and angst into this little guy, but imagine, if you will, the timeline where he didn’t have to go through a traumatic element change because he was already both elements. As a dragon. A little water dragon.

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul headcanons #dewdrop ghoul #I could keep going about these two ideas #hopefully I can actually finish sketching these ideas #it speaks

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aurinkomoukari · 3 months

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the one where Jim kidnaps you (63044 words) by aurinkomoukari Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Slipknot (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jim Root/Reader Characters: Jim Root, Reader, Corey Taylor Additional Tags: Angst and Fluff and Smut, Asshole Exes, Low Self-Esteem, body issues, kinda angsty nihilism, mentions of death and cancer, I’M GOING SOMEWHERE WITH THIS OK???, LIKE SERIOUSLY BEAR WITH ME, heavy metal festivals, Jim being cute and awkward and charming and adorable 🥺, Hardcore flirting, Praise, oops i mean TOOTH-ROTTING PRAISE, spiked drinks, Drugging, BAD COREY, Kidnapping, supernatural shit, demon jim, demon corey, THEY’RE ALL DEMONS!! 😈, well………… sort of, Jim being the most awkward demon in the history of demons 😩😩😩, Imprisonment, but at least they got good linens and Netflix over there lmao, Mating Cycles, going into heat, Breeding, Extinction, reader is very breedable, SO OBVIOUSLY DEMON JIM HAS TO BREED U Y’KNOW, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, hunger strike, but it’s short-lived bc jim won’t tolerate your bullshit, JIM DOLES OUT TOUGH LOVE, Caregiving, Tenderness, super fluffy, Affection, gentle jim 🥺, very confusing feelings toward your captor, it’s the brief moment of calm before the shit storm so…………………… yeah, extremely realistic nightmares, Rape, non-con, Forced Orgasms, BAD JIMBO!, Anxiety, Panic, Kind of a Mental Breakdown, READ THE TAGS PLEASE 🙏🏼, AND BRACE YOURSELF FOR ALL THE DEMON WANG, desperate escape attempts, the Slipknot boys join the party!!!, poor jimbo gets hit in the face, AND a little mauled by his brothers, so not a good moment to be an enormous awkward demon giraffe lmao, VERY ANGRY JIM 🤬, Altar Sex, Betrayal, Humiliation, Restraints, Teasing, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, AND WAY TOO MUCH DEMON JIZZ I TELL YOU!!!! 💦, apologies and human heats and hate-fucking and clones and aftercare (if you squint), oh and piranhas with lowkey mommy issues, SO THE USUAL Y’KNOW 😂🥴

Chapter summary:

Everything is different in your life when you wake up. There’s a cub growing inside you and you have to find a way to face Jim, who’s gone in your mind from a friend to an assailant. It’s not exactly helping matters that something very odd is taking place in your body…

#jim root #james root #slipknot fanfic #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #THIS ONE TOOK A WHILE!!!!!#and it's just as crazy as the tags suggest lmao 😂🥴🙈#I'M DEFINITELY GOING SOMEWHERE WITH ALL OF THIS OK???

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spiderlilyserendipity · 2 years

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Beg for It

Summary: As an heiress on a mission to not get married, you go on a lot of marriage dates with assholes. But you find out fast that misbehaving with the newest date, Kim Taehyung, is a bad idea. Part 6 of my oneshot series No Time for Love.

Genres: smut, slight angst (idek where it came from LOL), fluff

Tags: Dom!Taehyung, Rich girl! OC, Sub! OC, praise kink (f.), masturbation (f.), oral (f. receiving), finger sucking, slight edging, using come as lube, consent!!!!!!, aftercare

Warnings: slight age gap (OC is 23, Taehyung is 25), unprotected sex (be safe IRL)

WC: 3712 (3.7k)

At this point, you’re a mystery to your parents. They have done just about everything they can think of to find a suitable bachelor for you since you became of “marriageable age” last year. You have a lot going for you as a top student at a prestigious university and an heiress to a considerable empire. There’s many men that would love to wife you up, but you’re not interested in getting married. Marriage for the wealthy is like a business deal, one you want no part in.

You’ve run off all types of men from different backgrounds, from CEOs to lawyers and more. Your techniques vary depending on the man, but the goal is always the same: scare him off from marrying you (but if he’s hot, let him stick around for just one night).

Kim Taehyung is no exception to this rule, at least not at first.

He’s an anomaly in the world of the wealthy, a self-made businessman. He’s a successful real estate agent with quite a knack for knowing what is worth investment and what isn’t. But with being a young and handsome bachelor comes the piranhas swimming around him, looking to further their existing business ties with a marriage.

Your father, who just recently finished a project with Kim Taehyung, is one of those piranhas.

So here you are, on a sweltering summer day on a yacht while noisy music plays in the background.

It’s a party to celebrate a successful business endeavour, but you don’t see anyone you know here. Kim Taehyung is known for being an eccentric rich person, going against unspoken rules to do what he wants. Everyone you see at this party is in their mid to late twenties, and few even look like business people. It just looks like a gathering of people Taehyung seems to like enough to celebrate his wins with.

Weird, you think. But not necessarily bad.

You walk up the short flight of steps to the top, where Kim Taehyung is chatting with a few friends. He’s tall and handsome, dressed in a loose floral shirt and shorts. You walk up in your floral dress, putting a smile on your face. “Hello, nice to meet you!” You say, catching the group’s attention. You do introductions with the people around you, who are all friendly albeit tipsy.

“I’m Y/N. I believe you heard—” You start.

“Yes, I heard from your father.” Taehyung says, not bothering to even take his sunglasses off to look at you. You fight the frown that wants to appear on your face. What? “You can get refreshments from over there, Miss Y/L/N. Thank you for stopping by.” Taehyung dismisses you, going back to his friends.

The others don’t notice, too busy chatting and drinking with each other. But you’re offended. As much as you despise marriage dates, you at least pretend to care about the person you’re talking to. Seeing Taehyung shut you down like that irritates you. Driving men off to protect your own ring finger is one thing, but being treated like you don’t even deserve someone’s time is just hurtful.

Having been dropped off at the port by your family chauffeur, you will likely be catching a cab home tonight. And since there’s an open bar here anyway, you decide to get a drink. If Kim Taehyung doesn’t want to marry you, then that makes your life easier. Or so you think, but the rejection tastes as bitter as alcohol on your lips.

Fuck him. You think. There’s definitely other guys here I can talk to.

You make your way over to the open bar and get comfortable. You order refreshments and a few drinks at the bar. Luckily for you, it seems like all the other guests started drinking earlier so there aren’t many people at the bar. No one bothers you as you silently deal with the rejection from Kim Taehyung. You know alcohol isn’t the healthiest way to deal with your feelings, but you’ve always been smart so you know when to stop.

You are tipsy but still in your right mind when a man comes to sit at the bar one seat away from you. He’s tall and handsome, looks like he could pass as a model or an actor or maybe both. He’s older than you, a couple years outside the comfortable five year margin you keep for one-night stands.

But there’s nothing wrong with a conversation, right?

“Hello,” You say to the man, who turns his attention to you. “I’m Y/N.”

The man smiles kindly at you. “Nice to meet you! I’m Seo Joon. Are you one of Taehyung’s friends?”

You feel annoyance creeping up at the mention of Taehyung, but it’s not like you can say no I’m his date, he’s just ignoring me. So you dance around the subject. “A mutual acquaintance. Yourself?”

“He’s a close friend.” Seo Joon says, and unlike most of the men at parties who say things like that, he seems to mean it. At least, his confident attitude and well-dressed demeanour tells you that.

You make small talk with Seo Joon, getting to know him a bit. He tells you he’s a close friend of Taehyung’s and an executive at the same real estate company. He sure talks like a real estate agent in your opinion, bubbly and knows where to draw the line in the sand. You can tell he’s not romantically interested in you from the get go, pulling back his wide smile just a bit when you tell him your age. But you still enjoy a polite conversation with the man, telling him about your major and things like that.

“Miss Y/L/N.” A familiar voice cuts you off when you’re telling Seo Joon a story.

You look up, unimpressed to see Kim Taehyung.

Seo Joon, who is also tipsy, smiles wide at Taehyung. “Hey, buddy! Want a drink? This is Y/N—”

Taehyung narrows his eyes when he hears Seo Joon call you by just your first name. “Sorry hyung, can you give us a second?” Taehyung asks without looking away from you. Then, he grabs your arm. “Can you come with me for a moment, Miss Y/L/N?”

You frown sharply, but follow Taehyung out of the bar and to a more isolated part of the deck away from the partygoers. “Miss Y/L/N. How old are you?” Taehyung asks in a tone that makes you think he already knows.

You frown. Why does that matter? “I’m 23.”

Taehyung clicks his tongue disapprovingly. “My friend is 32. That’s a 9 year age gap.”

You don’t quite follow since your mind is still fuzzy. Seo Joon hadn’t been creepy towards you and you honestly hadn’t been thinking about taking him home or anything. “I was just having a conversation with him.” You defend, although you don’t get why you need to justify anything to a stranger.

Taehyung is unimpressed. “My point is that it doesn’t look good for either of you. You might not know anyone here, Miss Y/L/N, but a lot of people here know you. I’m saying this because I’ve worked with your father and I don’t want you to feel embarrassed when you’re sober.”

You roll your eyes. “If Seo Joon is the one who’s 9 years older than me, why do you talk like the older one? We only have a two year age gap, you know.”

Taehyung sets his jaw. “I think you’ve had enough alcohol, Miss Y/L/N. I’ll get you a room to rest in.”

You’re about to protest when Taehyung just walks away like he expects you to follow without question. Irritated, you follow him.

Taehyung leads you down a flight of steps to a lower part of the yacht. He brings you down the hall to the final door and opens it for you. “You can rest here, no one will bother you.” He says, holding the door open. You glance inside at the dark wood and navy blue interior of the bedroom.

You feel shame bubble in the back of your throat. So not only does he hate me, he doesn’t want me anywhere near his friends? You think, glancing at Taehyung’s indecipherable expression. You’ve never had a man look down on you like this, treating you like a child in time out. “Thank you.” You whisper, stepping inside the room. You wait until the door closes behind you and Taehyung’s footsteps disappear down the hall. You wipe a stray tear from the corner of your eye and lay down.

🖤🖤🖤

You wake up after an indefinite time. You hear loud, muffled music still coming from upstairs and the sound of a shower running.

You sit up, confused. You glance at the en-suite bathroom, where the shower noise is coming from. The bedroom door has been locked from the inside. You don’t remember doing that.

You get up, grateful you hadn’t drank enough to have a headache. Afternoon naps are not your thing and drunk afternoon naps are a brand new experience altogether.

The bathroom door opens to reveal Taehyung, standing in a black bathrobe. “Hello.” He says, expression unreadable as always. He towels his wet hair with a black towel, walking over to you but still keeping a polite distance. If this were any other man, you would’ve already ran out the door considering the red flags. But Taehyung is not interested in you, romantically or sexually it seems. At least, that’s what his blank, pensive look tells you.

“Seo Joon spilled a drink all over my clothes. But my bag was in this room so I decided to take a shower here.” Taehyung explains, and you catch the slight apology in his words.

“It’s fine. I’ll go.”

You turn away but Taehyung grabs your wrist. “Listen, can we just talk first?”

You hesitate, but then sit down on the bed. Taehyung sits a respectful distance away from you. “While you were asleep I gave your father a call saying our date didn’t work out.” Taehyung says, tucking the towel around his neck. “So you can just rest until we head back to the dock, which should be in a couple hours.”

You don’t say anything for a moment. Taehyung takes that as his cue to go back into the bathroom, but before he exits, you speak. “You didn’t even give it a chance.” You say.

Taehyung turns back, frowning. “What?”

You look him in the eye, glaring. “You didn’t even go on an actual date with me. You just… dismissed me.”

Taehyung notices the hurt on your face even though you try hard to hide it. He returns, sitting down on the bed. He chews his lip for a moment. “I don’t believe in marriages of convenience, Miss Y/L/N.” Taehyung tells you outright.

“I don’t either, Mr. Kim. But at least I don’t treat people like they're worthless.” You retort, glaring at him. You hate petty arguments and being disrespected, so you get up to leave. It’s obvious enough that Kim Taehyung pities you as merely the rich daughter of his business partner. You don’t need his pity, you know your own worth.

“Y/N.” Taehyung addresses you without honorifics. You freeze.

Taehyung comes over to your side. Seeing hurt in your eyes, he softens. “Hey.” He says softly, guiding you to look at him. You look up, still glaring. “Is that how I came off? I’m sorry.”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever. It’s fine.” You try to free your hand from his hold.

“No, it’s not fine.” Taehyung holds you tighter. “Can we sit down and talk about this?” He asks, craning his neck to meet your eyes.

“There’s nothing to talk about. You’re just an asshole.” You mutter under your breath.

“Excuse me?” Taehyung bristles. “I’m not an asshole.”

“Yeah you are.” You snap, your ego flaring up at his show of pity. “A girl comes all the way to see you at your party and you can’t even properly talk to her. God, what are you, a virgin?”

Taehyung’s gaze darkens. “No, I’m not.”

You scoff, unlocking the door to leave. But when you open it, Taehyung’s hand comes from behind you and slams it shut. You feel his back press against yours.

“I think you’re mistaking my self-control for something else right now, Y/N. Do you think I’m dumb enough to miss the beauty that’s right in front of me, pretty?” Taehyung whispers in your ear, his voice deep and raspy. You shudder, his voice sounding completely different now that he’s not trying to be formal.

“Don’t use self-control as an excuse. I saw how you looked at me.” You turn your head halfway to whisper.

Taehyung laughs airily in your ear, shameless about being caught. “Is that your way of asking me to dote on you, sweetheart?”

You shiver as his fingertips push a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Maybe.”

Taehyung places his hands on your waist and turns you around to face him. He looks down at you, his dark hair falling into his eyes. “Do you know the colour system?”

“Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop.” You whisper.

“Can I kiss you? Give me your colour.” Taehyung asks gently, his thumb stroking the inside of your wrist.

You lock the door from the inside. “Green, sir.”

Taehyung’s eyes flicker with lust at the title you choose for him. He leans down, kissing you deep and slow. You moan into his kiss, feeling him dominate you effortlessly. His tongue roams, pushing yours down like he has done it a million times.

You whine as his hands roam up and down your sides, pushing up your dress. You grip his shirt. Taehyung walks backwards, sitting down on the bed. His hands pull at your ass and you pliantly sit on his lap. You allow him to pull your dress off, but Taehyung doesn’t let you touch in return. “Be patient.” He warns softly, running his hands up and down your sides. You whine, arching into his touch.

You grind down on him, feeling overwhelmed somehow by how little Taehyung has done. Taehyung smirks from where he lays on the mattress, comfortable with his control. “Don’t push me, sweetheart, or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Do it.” You challenge him. “Just touch me.” You add.

Taehyung sits up, his hand on your lower back. “Lay down against the pillows, take everything off.”

You sit up to let him get off the bed, then do as he tells you. You remove your dress, then your bra and then your panties.

You lay back against the pillows as Taehyung sits in a chair in front of the bed. You pout, not sure why he isn’t coming over to touch you. Taehyung smiles. “Cute.” He comments.

“If I’m cute then you should touch me.” You accuse.

Taehyung chuckles. “Touch yourself.” He says simply.

You close your eyes, snaking a hand between your legs. You’re wet already, practically dripping from Taehyung’s deep voice and his delicate touches. You know Taehyung can do a lot more than that, but his self-control as a dom turns you on. Now it makes perfect sense to you why he had been so distant during the day. Taehyung doesn’t like for outsiders to see this part of him.

You let out small, desperate noises as you play with your clit with one hand. With the other, you pinch your nipples, rolling them one at a time between your thumb and index finger. It feels good to be under Taehyung’s watchful eyes and you love the idea of breaking his self-control down. You want him to be in a rush like you are, stripping down his clothes just to get inside you.

You’re arching your back before you know it, but Taehyung stops you from coming. He pulls your hands off your body and pins them down against the mattress. “What?” You whine, looking up at him. Taehyung’s clothed cock presses against your belly, giving you the answer. He’s starting to get impatient, just like you.

You smirk briefly, but it slides off your face when Taehyung takes your wet fingers and licks them clean.

Taehyung sits back on his heels, still dressed in the robe between your legs. You watch him brush his wet hair out of his eyes, the robe loose enough to reveal his collarbones. Taehyung smacks your clit with one hand, making you snap back to focus. He smirks as you wriggle against his hand. “I’m sorry, did you want to come?” He taunts.

“Yes, sir! I wanna come.” You plead, eyes wide.

Taehyung considers it. “You can ask nicer than that. C’mon, beg for it.” He leans in, planting his hands on both sides of your waist. You reach up, wanting him to come down and just kiss you, touch you everywhere.

“S-Sir, please. I’ll be so good for you.” You beg, becoming more desperate. When that doesn’t work, you grind down again and this time Taehyung lets you get away with it. “Please, please!”

Taehyung runs his hands up and down your sides, slow and steady. “Colour.” He verifies if his teasing is still okay or not.

“Green, but please! Hhh, Taehyung.” You let his name slip, which makes Taehyung’s composure slip, too.

Taehyung watches tears fall from your eyes in frustration, then thumbs them away. He sits up, taking off his robe and the underwear he was wearing underneath. Then, he returns to sitting between your legs, his large and veiny cock now pressed right against your vagina.

“Asshole.” You accuse, pulling him in for a kiss.

Taehyung smiles into the kiss. “You never learn, do you? Now I gotta make you pay for calling me that somehow.”

“You can make up for it by coming inside me.” You say, only half-joking. Taehyung laughs, bumping foreheads with you to chide you.

“Say that again and I’ll marry you.” He jokes.

“Well, I don’t know about—” Your retort is cut off by a moan as Taehyung unceremoniously goes down on you. And when you say ‘go down’, you mean it. Your hips jerk up as Taehyung’s tongue expertly licks at your clit and down to your entrance. Taehyung holds you in place, watching your hole clench around nothing. “Sir, I want it, please.” You beg, but Taehyung shakes his head no.

“I need to prep you first, sweetheart. Are you okay with me using some of the lube I have?”

You shake your head. Taehyung frowns, not liking the idea of having nothing to ease the burn. Then, you take his hand and guide it up to your lips. Taehyung’s eyes darken as he realizes what you’re up to, and slips two fingers in your mouth.

You suck on Taehyung’s fingers and he watches you do it. When he withdraws them, Taehyung smirks at the hazy look in your eyes. “Fell in already, sweetheart?”

You nod. You sigh in pleasure as Taehyung inserts his fingers inside of you, the ache still more than if you had used lube but you like it. The smouldering look in Taehyung’s eyes when you licked his fingers is enough to make you want to—

You come unexpectedly as Taehyung is warming you up, his finger brushing your G-spot too soon. Taehyung’s eyes are wide as he watches you clench around his fingers.

Taehyung withdraws his fingers. You are so embarrassed to come without him even inside you. “S-Sorry, sir.”

Taehyung just shakes his head, leaning in to kiss you. “That’s okay. My good girl just felt so good, hmm? Felt so good with just my fingers that you came without my permission.” He teases you, leaning down to make hickeys on your neck.

“C-Can I come again, sir? This time with you?” You beg, digging a hand into his hair.

“Of course. I’m going to fill you up so well.” Taehyung praises, kissing you everywhere.

You moan as Taehyung aligns his cock with your hole. His fingers dip inside you again, collecting some of the come to slick up his cock. He pushes in slowly. You’re nice and relaxed from the orgasm, which makes the stretch easier but still satisfying. You pant beneath him until he bottoms out.

“Does that feel good?” Taehyung checks.

“Feels so good sir. Hh, please give me more.” You plead.

Taehyung pulls back and lifts your legs. He crosses your ankles over each other and holds them to his shoulder. Your eyes roll back at the new angle, Taehyung’s cock hitting depths inside you that you have never felt before.

“Ah, sir!” You cry out, and Taehyung

“So beautiful, fuck.” Taehyung curses, leaning in to kiss you hard. “Gonna come again? Fuck, what a good girl.”

“T-Thank you! W-Wanna be good.”

“I know.” Taehyung growls in your ear, thrusting into you harder. “So fucking pretty.”

Taehyung’s hips begin to stutter after a few minutes. He pushes your thighs back, filling you all the way up and then reaches down to rub your clit. You cry out his title, begging until your words cut off with a high-pitched moan. You come so hard you shake, and you feel Taehyung’s warm come fill you up at the same time.

“T-Thank you sir.” You say as Taehyung collapses on top of you.

Taehyung kisses you softly. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

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When the ship finally returns to land, Taehyung offers to give you a ride home.

You sit comfortably in the passenger seat of Taehyung’s car as he drives. After the scene, Taehyung had brought you to the shower and cleaned you up. He gave you praise the entire time, mumbling sweet nothings in your ears as he doted on you.

“Still feel a little soft, Y/N?” Taehyung asks as he’s nearly to your apartment.

You know he’s only asking out of courtesy as a dom, but it makes you smile tiredly. “Why? You want to wreck some more havoc on my poor hips?”

Taehyung goes along with the joke, although you know he knows how tired you are. “Could I?”

You snort, getting out of the car. “Maybe if you beg for it.”

Taehyung laughs. “Rest your hips, sweetheart.”

You chuckle, then close the door and watch him drive off.

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Bonus: Here’s the yacht bedroom picture I used as a reference! =)

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