#for context: chapter 6 was 3.8k words

[fortjester]

maaaaaaaaaan. come ON

[daydreams-after-dark]

Free Use Jail Cell, Part 6

MDNI // 18+ content

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 (final) | extra: Police Reports | extra: dinner date with Minho

full master list for additional installments

Police Officer Skz ot8 x female reader

Premise: you're arrested and held for 24 hours by 8 police officers at the local police station / reader has her fantasy play out.

Word Count: 3.8k approx (part 6)

Chapter Summary: You are at the mercy of Chief Chan and Officer Felix.

A/n: The time has come! Finally the Aussies have their way with y/n. I know so many of you have been hanging out for this chapter, sending messages and comments, and I'm so excited to share it with you. I know it was a long time coming.

Two things I need to mention, though. The first, I forgot Minho was a detective in the last chapter and called him 'officer' (do you think he'd be a dear and punish me for my mistake?), and two, I mentioned his clothes got soaked in the shower, but nothing about him changing into dry clothes. Let’s just pretend he did.

CW below the cut.

CW: where do I start? Frisking innapropriately, vaginal and anal fingering, photographing of injuries, pinching a nipple, spanking with a belt, handcuffs, bloody lip, hole inspection, crude language about how swollen and how much it's going to hurt, spit roasting, oral sex (m rec), cum eating, cream pie, size kink, name calling (cockslut, whore, babygirl, good girl etc, multiple orgasms, brief breeding kink, rough sex, soft dom moments from Chan and Felix, double vaginal penetration, color system (all green for go ahead), aftercare, angst (you'll see why).

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The time arrives for you to finally visit the chief and one his officers, Felix.

“You sure you’re ready for this?” Minho says as he does up the last button on the oversized shirt he’d helped you into.

You nod. You’re ready, but nervous.

“Now, remember your color system, your safe word. You don’t have to do anything you don—“ he stops abruptly, coughing awkwardly as he realizes he sounds far too concerned than he should.

Flustered, he clenches his hands into fists and steps back from you.

Again, just like earlier, your heart flutters for just a brief moment, and you swallow hard. You can’t understand it. This is definitely not the context to be feeling things.

Detective Minho walks close to your side as you make your way to the Chief’s office, a protective hand on your lower back.

“Just knock and wait for them to answer.” He says stopping at the door. “Make sure you’re a good girl for them, okay?” He leans in to your ear. “I can’t wait to feel you again later.” Your eyes widen and your cunt clenches, but he walks away like he said nothing at all.

Knock knock.

You tap on the door and wait.

You only have to wait a brief moment before the door opens and you see Office Lee. Felix. He gives you a big, beautiful smile and ushers you into the office.

You’re taken by surprise when you’re immediately spun around and your chest is pressed against the wall beside the door.

“Gotta frisk you, love.” Officer Felix says sweetly. His hands are firm and deliberate as he pats over your shoulders and arms, the down the sides of your body.

“You’ll need to step a little wider, please.” He whispers in your ear.

You part your legs and his hand immediately drags up your inner thigh to cup your pussy, sending tingles through your body. You lean your head against the wall and let out a shaky breath.

“Need to do the internal now.” He says low and slips a finger deep into your heat. You squeak at the intrusion, but it turns to a low moan when he slowly drags his finger in and out of you. His fingers are expert, knowing exactly where that sweet spot is inside you. You rock back against his fingers and moan again.

“Hmm,” he says, “looks like you’re hiding a lot of creaminess here.” He reaches around, offering his cream-coated finger to your mouth. You open and let him slip it inside, pressing it against your tongue, and you suck it willingly.

“Now for the other pretty hole.” There’s a strain in his voice as he snakes his other hand underneath your shirt to find your ass. You whimper around the finger in your mouth as he presses his other against your hole.

The ring of muscle offers little resistance, and the tip of his finger pushes past the rim. Your eyes squeeze tight and your hands press into the wall to steady yourself as he begins to press his finger in further. Although your ass has already had plenty of things done to it in the last twenty four hours, the stretch still feels like a sweet mix of pleasure and pain.

With two fingers scissoring your ass, and a few shoved into your mouth, you’re on the brink of coming. You know that somewhere in the room Chief Chan is watching, even though you didn’t get a chance to see where he was.

Your moans are muffled from Felix’s fingers, and your cunt is leaking arousal down your inner thighs. You feel like a mess and they haven’t even started yet.

Your legs tremble as your pussy clenches around nothing, and you come, pathetically, just like that.

Felix removes all his fingers from your ass and your mouth, and wipes them on your shirt. “Good girl. Now we need to take photos. Come.” He grabs your arm and guides you to turn around.

This is the first time you see the room. It really does look like a Police Chief’s office, with a long, low coffee table surrounded by armchair couches.

At the far end of the room is a large timber desk, and sitting on the edge of the desk is the Chief. Chief Chan.

“Y/n.” He smiles, his eyes crinkling, his expression devilish. “Now you’re going to be a good little prisoner for us, yeah?” He stands up only to take a seat in the couch at the head of the coffee table. “Gonna let Officer Lee here take some good photos of your injuries?”

He settles into his chair. “Strip.” He commands.

Your hands tremble as you unbutton your shirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving you bare for them.

“Fuck.” Chan mutters under his breath. “So perfect.” He swallows hard. “Felix, get started.”

Felix pulls a set of handcuffs from his belt and secures them around your wrists in front of you. “I need you on all fours on the coffee table. Ass towards the Chief. He needs to see all of you.”

You climb onto the table, positioning yourself so Chan can see everything. He lets out a low hum, when he sees the red welts on your ass cheeks.

Felix retrieves a camera from a drawer to the side of the room, and begins to photograph and take note of your injuries.

“Those red welts would be from the paddling she received in the interrogation.” Felix says. Click. Click. “And this cut on her neck, was from Jeongin in the shower.” Click. Click. “Note, there’s also some minor marks on her wrists from various restraints.

“What about her nipples?” Chief Chan interrupts.

“Up on your knees, I need to check.” You rise to your knees and Felix reaches out to stroke your nipple, causing you to shudder under his touch.

“They’re a little bruised.” He tweaks the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then pulls away to take a photograph.

You look down at your nipples to see they are in fact bruised. You hadn’t realized how hard Minho and Seungmin had those clamps attached.

Felix continues to examine your body, photographing any marks or bruises he finds along the way.

“Chief. Would you like to do the honors? Y/n, back on your hands and knees. Its time for your ‘hole inspection’.”

Fuck! The words ‘hole inspection’ hit you straight in the pussy.

“Of course. Pass me your torch. Spread her ass wide for me.” Chan says gruffly, his tone laced with arousal.

You sense Chief Chan moving behind you, and the click of the torch. With a hand on each of your cheeks, Felix spreads you wide so you’re on display. You feel a surge of heat wash over you. You’re excited, aroused, and so fucking nervous. You’re loving being vulnerable like this.

You feel a pad of a thumb on your clit, rubbing harsh circles on it. You lean your head on the table, trying your hardest not to whimper. It’s difficult though. Especially how they’re talking about you like you’re nothing but a fuck toy.

“Fucking hell, Felix. Look at how used her cunt looks.” Felix leans in for a closer look, while Chan jams a finger inside your pussy. “Her lips are swollen. So red. Rubbed raw.” He says incredulously. “Chief? How’s she gonna take both our cocks. She looks too swollen.”

“Don’t worry, Lixie. We’ll make them fit. Every inch of us both.” Chan laughs like a crazed man as he tries to spread your hole wide so can try and see inside. “Look at that! She likes the idea of it being a struggle, she’s dripping wet.”

Chan runs a finger along your wet folds, gathering your creaminess. He’s not wrong. This is one of your fantasies. Taking two huge, throbbing cocks in your tight, abused little cunt.

You bite your bottom lip, willing the intrusive thoughts about how sick you must be away, and instead try to remember Detective Minho’s words. “You’re not a sick freak”.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when a loud harsh slap of a belt lands on your skin, hitting you where you were still tender from the paddling.

The sting is almost unbearable, and you bite down on your lip so hard you taste blood.

Another hit with the belt has you crying out, and the third strike has you sobbing loudly.

The fourth lands on your swollen pussy lips, and your knees buckle, causing you slip and land on your stomach.

Chief Chan doesn’t care, and he keeps landing more hits with the belt on your ass.

Felix gently pushes your hair off the side of you face and leans in, kissing your cheek gently.

“Remember you can use your safe word. What color are we on?” He stokes your back awaiting your answer.

Chan pauses his ministrations.

“G-g-green.” You sob. “P-please….need to c-come.” You begin to bawl your eyes out.

“Shh… it’s okay. We’ll take care of you.” Felix reassures you, continuing to stoke your back, and Chan rubs your cheeks gently, before landing three more strikes to your sore ass.

“Time to make the Chief feel good.” Says Felix. “Then we can make you feel good, yeah”. He helps you up but doesn’t uncuff you.

He turns you to face Chan who has resumed his seat in the armchair. He appears to like what he sees. You with tear streaks all down your face, and a bloody lip that’s beginning to drip down your chin, it seems to have an effect on him.

He exhales sharply, his jaw clenched and fists in tight balls on the chair arms. You know he’s going to absolutely enjoy this.

“Come. Down on your knees for the Chief.”

You kneel between Chan’s widespread legs and look up it him through your eyelashes. He leans down and wipes your lip, smearing blood across your face.

“You seem to enjoy pain.” He says low, cupping your cheek. You stare at him wide eyed, holding your breath. “Which is lucky, cos you should have seen your cunt just now. I promised Officer Felix we’d make it fit, but I’m not so sure you’re gonna be able to take it without it hurting.”

You gulp.

“Now,” His grip on your jaw tightens. “I need you to put this pretty little mouth to good use while Felix tries to pry you open a bit, yeah?”

He leans back in the chair waiting for you to begin.

You can already see he is big just from the bulge in his trousers, and when you release it from its confines you can’t help but gasp at the sight.

Enormous. So many thick, pulsing veins, and it's heavy. So fucking heavy looking.

You hold it tentatively in your still cuffed hands, giving it an experimental pump. He hisses loudly when you lean down and lick the slit of his cock head.

“I think you can do better than that.” He growls and grabs a fist full of hair on the back of your head, pushing you down over his length.

He pushes you too deep and you gag loudly around him. But he simply chuckles at your struggle and holds you there.

Felix positions himself behind you, kneeling and pressing his cock to your entrance. He holds your hips steady with one hand and pushes into you. Chan was right, you are swollen, and it is a big stretch just to accept the tip.

Chan loosens his grip on your hair, giving you the opportunity to show him what a good little girl you can be.

You sink back over his shaft, relaxing your throat to take him just that little bit more. He groans in approval and rests his head back on the couch.

Felix fills you inch by inch. It stings, yet it feels so satisfying to be stretched open. You groan, the vibrations from your mouth making Chan shudder.

Felix slams the last of his length inside you, taking you by surprise and making you choke on Chan’s cock.

He then thrusts slowly, allowing you to concentrate on pleasing Chan, but every drag of his cock inside you is bringing you closer and closer to another orgasm.

“I wish all pussies were this compliant.” Felix laughs. “This one’s opening up perfectly.”

He rolls his hips a few times, grinding against you deliciously, then snaps his hips hard, hitting your cervix brutally. He alternates between these actions, driving you crazy, sending you closer and closer to the edge.

Chan lets you do all the work on his cock, watching you drool all over it sloppily. Sucking, licking, gagging. You take as much as you possibly can into your throat. You use your hands where you can’t reach with your mouth. Every now and then he pushes your head down a little more, testing your limits.

“Fuck! She’s so tight, Chief. You wanna feel her? I’d love to come in her mouth if I’m allowed?” He thrusts into you hard. “I’m so close.”

“Mmm, yes, let me fill her little cunt with my cum, you fill her mouth.” Chan agrees.

You’re abruptly emptied of both penises and directed to straddle Chan on the couch with one foot on either side of him, and your back against his chest. He hooks his arms under your thighs and with Felix guiding Chan’s cock to your entrance, you’re lowered onto his length.

You whimper as your body stretches to accommodate him as he continues to fill you bit by bit.

You’re too full. There’s no way in hell you’re going to fit both of them at once.

Eventually, your ass meets his hips and you’re fully impaled on him.

“Fuck, yes. Such a good, tight, filthy cunt.” Growls Chan and he rolls his hips up against you while pulling you down as hard as he can.

You cry out.

“Shh now. Here.” Felix rubs the tip of his leaking cock against your check. You turn your head and open up to take him. He fucks your mouth a lot rougher than he fucked your cunt, pushing himself deeper and deeper into your throat on every thrust. It only takes a few minutes for him to cum down your throat with a pretty moan, his head thrown back.

It makes you clench hard around Chan. “Babygirl likes a belly full of cum? Good, cos she’s gonna be fed a whole lot when all the officers take her at once.” He says, pounding into you from below.

“Open up, love. Show me your empty mouth. That’s it. Good girl.” Felix is pleased when you stick out your tongue and show him just how hungry you are.

He removes the the remainder of his clothes and starts to fist his cock, working on getting it hard again.

Chan stands up, pushing you off his cock and laying you onto the coffee table unceremoniously. He folds you in half, pushing your legs up and then absolutely rams himself into you over and over.

The cold hard wood underneath you is uncomfortable on your back as you’re being fucked into it.

“You like this? You fucking little whore? Hmm? Love having a fat cock filling you up like this?” He leans down and kisses you. It’s unexpected, but you welcome it. It’s rough and harsh, just like his cock, and the pressure inside you becomes too much.

He pulls away and you look down to see just how thick and long he is, and how much he stretches and fills you. Your engorged, pink lips enveloping him as your cunt sucks him in. You whimper as your body starts to shake, and with a loud cry, you drench his cock, clenching around it, coming hard.

“That’s our girl. Yeah milk me. Milk Channie’s huge cock!” He demands as his eyes scrunch tight and he lets out an animalistic growl as he coats your insides.

He pulls away, panting, sweating, exhausted, and removes his clothes hastily.

Felix is quick to photograph the cum leaking out of you and you hold your legs up to ensure he gets a good view.

“So perfect.” He approves and sets the camera aside. “Y/n. It’s time. Let’s change positions.” He smiles and uncuffs your hands and helping you to your feet.

Chan produces a blanket from a drawer and spreads it out on the coffee table. He lays down on it and instructs you to straddle him.

Holding his cock steady, he pushes inside your still leaking cunt once again. It’s an impossibly tight squeeze, especially after your orgasm, but somehow he manages to fill you to the hilt. You both exhale sharply when he lifts you slightly and pulls you back down again.

“Come here, lean on me.” He invites you to lay against his chest and he wraps his arms around you. “You’re already choking me. I’m not sure I’m going to survive this.” He whispers against your ear.

He fucks you slowly for a few minutes, grinding up into you over and over. Meanwhile, Felix caresses your body, stroking your back, your ass and presses kisses along your back. He spreads your cheeks and curses low at what he sees.

You’re melting under their softer approach, which you know is all part of them relaxing you for what’s about to come.

“That’s it. Good girl.” Cooes Chan.

“Feels s'good.” You mumble.

“Yeah? You ready to take Officer Felix? Think you can do that for us?” He purrs.

You nod against his shoulder. “Wanna be a good girl.” You whimper.

Chan chuckles. “Yeah? I know you’re gonna be. You’re gonna take Felix like a good little cockslut.”

You feel Felix behind you, positioning himself. “Fuck, Chan.” Felix says uncertainly. “She looks so full already.”

“She’s okay, Lix. She’ll take you no matter what. Let’s fuck her brains out. Tear up her pussy.”

You moan and clench around Chan. You’re certain this man could make you come just with his filthy mouth.

You let out a low groan as Felix presses the tip of his cock at your entrance alongside Chan.

“F-fuck!” You cry when his tip pushes past the opening. “S’too much.” You pant.

“Color?” Chan says sternly.

“G-green. J-just slow, please! Slow.”

Chan holds you with one hand around your back, the other gently holding your ass, pulling the cheek aside to help give Felix access. “You guide us, yeah?”

“You ready to try for more?” Felix asks, a kindness in his voice. The man seems so kind, so considerate. You want to have him inside you too.

“Yes…more.” You pant.

Slowly, and under your direction, Felix squeezes in next to Chan. “So tight. Chan, how are you holding up?”

Chan’s voice is shaky when he answers. “M’not gonna last, mate. Pussy’s too good.”

“More…please…make me take it. Wannabe a good girl! Wanna come on two cocks. Just fuck me!” You ramble and nuzzle against Chan.

The stretch is nothing like you’ve ever felt before. Your walls are stretched further than they have ever been, and they’re so deep inside you, owning you, making you theirs.

You begin to drool, as they take turns withdrawing and thrusting in a beautiful rhythm.

The men growl and grunt as they work together, eventually deciding that instead of one thrust in while the other withdraws, they are going to thrust in at the same time.

“Oh god! Fuck!” You wail.

The both laugh at your reaction, pleased with themselves.

“Harder! More!” You demand. You need them to really give it to you like they promised.

“Make it hurt!”

Their reaction tells you it is music to their ears to hear that.

“Ready, Lix? You heard her. Babygirl wants it to hurt.”

You almost regret it straight away. Felix’s fingers dig into your hips hard, and Chan digs his feet into the table for leverage.

Together they don’t hold back, fucking you brutally. You feel like your cunt is about to split into two. It’s stretched to its limits, yet it craves more. Frantically, you seek more friction, more depth and your body automatically pushes back down against them seeking more.

Lewd sounds fill the office. Sweaty skin slapping skin. Moans, whimpers and curses of ‘fuck’. Then there’s the wet sounds of your pussy. It’s all so dirty and filthy.

You feel yourself so close to your another orgasm, and when both men move a finger to your ass, you know you’re a goner.

“Think you can take both our fingers?”

“Ngh…y-yes…give it to me.” You sob.

The moment you feel your rim give way, and their fingers slip inside slightly and pulling in opposite directions, stretching your hole wide, your body shakes uncontrollably, and you come hard with a sound that can only be described something raw, something primal.

“Fuck! You feel that?” Cries Felix, slamming into you as hard as he can.

“Y-yeah! Fuck, she’s gonna suck us dry. So tight…. Fuuuuck!!” He groans as he cums, releasing himself deep in you. “That's it, let us breed you like a bitch in heat. Gonna take Lixie’s cum too? Mmm yeah? Gonna suck the cum out of him with your tight, hungry little cunt?”

“Mmhmm… yess…need his cum too.”

“Wanna be bred, yeah?”

“Y-yes….please. Please. Need it.” You’re dribbling all over Chan’s chest, mumbling in confusion. It all feels so overwhelmingly incredible. So good you’re going to -

“I’m fucking coming again!” You cry, clamping down around the the two men.

“Oh fuck! Gonna give you my cum. Gonna-”

Felix’s hips falter as he cums, filling you so much that it begins to seep out around both cocks.

He slips out of your tired pussy, and you already feel far too empty, and then Chan pulls out too making you sob at the loss.

“You okay?” Felix wraps a blanket around you and Chan produces warm towels to clean you up.

You nod and smile, although you’re also bawling your eyes out from how euphoric the experience felt. “It was so good. Thank you for being so…considerate. You know, letting me set the pace. As you know, that was my first time.”

“Of course.” Chan kneels down in front of you. “We take our roles very seriously. Our client’s needs are our top priority.” He wipes a tear away. “Now. You need to stay here and rest. Felix will bring you food. And if you are still up for it, we will commence the final request of yours as soon as you're good to go."

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Minho listens from the other side of the door. That’s right, you’re a client. Nothing more.

He sighs.

Then why did he listen to that entire interaction? Why did he feel like he needed to make sure they didn’t take things too far with you? Or that they would honor your safe word?

He knows Chan and Felix wouldn’t do anything you weren’t comfortable with, yet he stood there, fists clenched, listening to you whimpering? Waiting for an excuse to barge in there.

Fuck! He cards his fingers through his hair.

Why did he feel jealous when he heard the sounds that your sweet cunt made when they were inside you? Why did he want to burst in there and rip them from your body and sink himself inside you?

Why the fuck does he care so much?

He settles his mouth into a thin line. He know why, and it's absolutely not ideal. Not to mention it's against the rules of the job.

He sighs again and forces himself to walk away. He needs to figure out a way that he's going to handle watching you get gang banged, and quick.

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a/n: Oopies, someone is struggling with some feelings it seems. How did you enjoy this chapter? I really wanted to make it a longish one and really give the the Aussie their moment. Please, if you enjoyed, consider a reblog or leave a comment. I love hearing your thoughts on this series.

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[daechwitatamic]

What Was Hidden Masterpost || KTH

(banner by @itaeewon)

Title: What Was Hidden

Status: Complete - all chapters posted

Word Count: 80k total

Rating: explicit, minors DNI pls

Genre: college!au, heavy on the angst, eventual smut, strangers to friends to lovers to idiots to lovers again

Pairings: Taehyung x female reader, MYG x OC

Summary:  This is how it all starts: Taehyung is flunking Western Lit. You're assigned to tutor him. His paper on Strindberg's The Ghost Sonata could pass or fail him for the semester. As you and Taehyung slowly become friends, then more, you learn that there's a lot more to him than you originally assumed. Together, you navigate your own experiences with the play’s themes: one's "true self" versus one's "shown self", darkness behind the facade, and how people can be quite literally haunted - and it has nothing to do with ghosts.

Note: A million thank-you's to @kookstempo for being a sharp beta, a selfless cheerleader, and an amazing friend. This straight up would not exist without her. Any happy scene in here exists solely because of the ideas and support she gave me.

A second thank you to @pamzn just for putting up with me along the way. You may not have known it but your constant curiosity about the project was SO motivating and this wouldn't be here without you either. A billion kisses 4 u.

I saw the sun and thought I saw

what was hidden.

The Ghost Sonata | Scene III

August Strindberg

Chapter 1: Interesting Spider Facts | WC: 5k

-> Steps: POV #1

Chapter 2: Pride | WC: 4.6k

-> Just a Little: POV #2

Chapter 3: That's Life | WC: 5k

-> Minefield: POV #3

-> Broken Glass: POV #4

Chapter 4: What's Actually There | WC: 6k

-> Starting to Learn You: POV #5

-> Not Afraid to Lie: POV #6

Chapter 5: Childish | WC: 3.8k

Chapter 6: Other Storms | WC: 4k

Chapter 7: Conflicted | WC: 6k

Chapter 8: Context | WC: 4k

Chapter 9: Really Sure | WC: 5k

Chapter 10: Encouraging | WC: 7k

Chapter 11: Home | WC: 4.7k

Chapter 12: Guilt | WC: 5k

Chapter 13: Cowardly | WC: 3.9k

Chapter 14: Poisonous | WC: 6.5k

-> Sure of It: POV #7

Chapter 15: Other Storms {Reprise} | WC: 4.5k

Chapter 16: Worth It | WC: 4.5k

Sequel: The Forgotten Spaces by @oddinary4bts

The Forgotten Spaces picks up about two weeks after the end of What Was Hidden and follows Jungkook's journey forward

[lost-tanuki]

Masterlist - DBH fics

Hey pumpkin! This post regroups all the fics I wrote/am writing for the Detroit: Become Human fandom, please enjoy!

Huge story (objective: >100k words): - Good morning, Lieutenant: immediately follows the events of the Post-Pacifist Best Ending, features the Jericrew, the DPD and the RK brothers, mostly Connor-centric with endgame RK1K (very very slow burn, they're still not together by the end of Vol. 1). (Vol. 1) The Defective Deviant (angst, whump, hurt/comfort - a LOT of characters, Connor/Markus/Angst). Chapter 84/84, wc 613k. The free androids of Detroit start building their brand-new future, but peace is only relative in the troubled times that follow a revolution. Connor in particular has to learn to live with the guilt and horror that are slowly crushing him, and making friends isn’t easy with a past as murderous as his.

Long story (objective: 50k-100k words): AUs: - Pigments and Solvents (fluff/angst, humor, very gay - Connor/Markus, Chloe/North, Josh/Nines - College AU). Chapter 27/?, wc 84k. [last update: 25/09/2021] Markus is a flirty airheaded art student and Connor a very repressed science student and they end up tutoring each other. - Lucky Dog (angst, whump, sexual tension - Connor/Markus - Mob AU). Chapter 9/?, wc 32k. [last update: 18/06/2021] Connor is a henchman from a rival organization forced to join Jericho, and Markus has a great time tormenting him as the head of the group. Prequel: Blood and Diamonds (smut - Connor/Markus). Wc 5k. Mob boss Markus messes around with his reluctant henchman Connor.

Medium-long story (objective: 20k-50k words): Canon compliant: - The Corset Vest (fluff, humor, very gay - Connor/Markus, Connor & Nines). Chapter 8/8, wc 25k. Markus comes across Connor wearing a corset vest and gets an android nosebleed from the sight. - The Big Sad Monster And The Brave Little Girl (whump, angst, hurt/comfort - Connor & Alice, Kara/Luther, Connor/Markus). Chapter 9/9, wc 34k. Alice's family returns to the U.S.A. where she encounters the repentant deviant hunter... and they both get into big trouble. For the Reverse Android Whump Big Bang.

Medium story (objective: 10k-20k words): Canon-compliant: - The Android Son (fluff/angst - Hank & Connor). Chapter 6/6, wc 19k. A series of father-son moments. For the Hank & Connor Father Son Big Bang. - “I like dogs.” (fluff - Hank & Connor). Chapter 6/6, wc 14k. Connor learns how to pet, play with, hug and comfort Sumo. - BAD END (heavy angst, whump - Connor/Markus). Chapter 5/5, wc 13k. A depressing alternate timeline to Good morning, Lieutenant. Someone dies and the others are left behind to mourn. For the Android Whump Big Bang. - Out of Left Field (whump, hurt/comfort, fluff - Connor/Nines, Hank). Chapter 7/7, wc 23k. Connor finds out that Nines has feelings for him and it's difficult for him to accept.

AUs: - Not A Beta (hurt/comfort, porn with feelings - Connor/Markus - A/B/O but they're still androids). Chapter 3/3, wc 15k. Markus had kept hidden his omega gender but deviancy is causing heats and ruts everywhere... - Down the road we go (fluff, humor - Connor & Sixty & Nines & Hank - Human AU). Chapter 3/3, wc 10.9k. The Anderson brothers find themselves on a road trip back home. Nolfalvrel's gift for the Human Fluff Gift Exchange. - Hot Apple Cider (recovery whump, angst, hurt/comfort - Connor & Markus, can be read as Ship or Gen - Box Boy AU). Chapter 3/3, wc 11k. Connor's trauma threatens to ruin his and Markus' holiday cheer. Prequel: Things Don't Work That Way. Chapter 2/2, wc 6k. Markus is shocked by the extent of Connor's conditioning.

Short story/Oneshot (objective: <10k words): Canon-compliant: - I eat denial for breakfast (fluff/angst - Connor & Hank). Wc 2.4k. Connor has trouble with his feelings and Hank tries to help him. - I could learn how to bake a cake (fluff - Connor & Hank). Wc 1.7k. Hank finds a surprise in his kitchen on the morning of his birthday. - I, too, could learn how to bake a cake (fluff/angst - Connor & Nines). Wc 2k. Nines is looking out for Connor.  - Remanence (horror - RK900). Wc 1.4k. RK900 is faced with the possibility that its predecessor might not be completely gone. - Phcking Terminator (angst, sort of creepy at the start - Gavin & RK900). Wc 4.5k. Gavin gets his ass beat by RK900 in a Post-Bad Ending context. - Just a prank bro (fluff, humor - Connor & Nines & Sixty & the DPD, Simon/Sixty). Wc 3.8k. An RK prank war happens and Simon calls Sixty out on his distasteful behavior. - Ferris wheels are romantic, right? (hurt/comfort - Markus/Connor, Jericrew). Wc 4k. Markus discovers at the top of the Ferris wheel that Connor has a fear of heights. - Just A Nightmare (hurt/comfort - Kara/Luther & Alice). Wc 1.5k. Luther's guilt festers even at night but Kara and Alice know how to comfort him. - Prompt (hurt/comfort - Connor/Markus): "Connor,,, is not great at showing affection, but one day when he feels overwhelmed (from snow, a difficult case, etc.) he goes up to Markus and gives him a hug."

- Just gonna break it a little (whump - Nines & Connor & Gavin). Chapter 2/2, wc 7.7k. Nines gets kidnapped and tortured, Connor and Gavin find him. - Dogs or Cats (humor, sexual tension - Connor & Hank, Nines/Gavin). Chapter 2/2, wc 4.6k Connor and Nines have a debate and then Hank and Gavin get involved to some degree. - Message received five minutes ago (humor, some angst - lots of characters). Chapter 5/5, wc 4.9k. [Discontinued] A chat fic in which the Jericrew and the DPD have some moments that wildly vary from feelsy to shenanigany.

AUs: - A Tale from the Great Scales Canal (angst, horror kinda - Jericrew, Markus/North, Markus/Connor). Wc 5.8k. Human Markus finds himself charmed by an underwater beast of legend. - The Three Little Werewolves (whump, fluff, humor - Hank & Connor & Nines & Sixty - Supernatural Creatures AU). Chapter 1/1, wc 5k. Local dadman Hank somehow adopts three werewolf kids. - Gliding On A Broken Wing (whump, angst, hurt/comfort - Connor/Markus, Nines & Chloe, Gavin at some point - Ice Skating AU). Chapter 2/2, wc 6.6k. [Discontinued] Connor loses his biggest competition to Nines because of a serious injury, and the two brothers struggle to recover.

[mochimim]

Dead leaves - Chapter 6

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word count: 3.8k

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Warnings: implications of smut

Summary: Don’t fall in love. Promise me.“ She said, gripping onto my arm.

“I promise.”

A/N: SORRY FOR BEING SO INACTIVE HERE I HATE MYSELF JSJSJSJSJ but yeah tbh i feel like this chapter wasn’t as good as I wanted it to be ???? but eh whatever it’s alright I HOPE YALL LIKE IT THOOOOO enjoyyyy (also this is my first time writing smut but it’s not really smut but you will see)

I was running.

“What do you mean she got attacked?” I asked Seokjin, horrified. His gaze dropped to his feet.

“Exactly what you think it is,” his voice cracked halfway. “Yesterday afternoon, she was walking to her car and she got mugged. The mugger stole her things and left her to die.”

Where was I running to?

“How do you know about this? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” I dropped all my books, fearing the worst for my best friend.

“Hye Gi’s mother called me this morning. That’s why I didn’t tell you sooner.” New tears formed in his eyes, threatening to spill out.

“Is she dead?” I almost yelled, grabbing onto his shirt collar. His eyes widened in fear, glistening with unshed tears. He shrugged his shoulders, seeming desperate and I let go of him.

I looked down at my hands. They were shaking.

I didn’t even know.

I had to go see her. She was worth the punishment that I would undoubtedly get.

“Where is she?” I broke down in front of him.

“Seoul General Hospital.”

And so, I started running.

I had to find someone with a car.

I saw a bunch of Seokjin’s friends in a small corner, eating and talking. What were their names again? Taehyung, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok and Jungkook.

“Could someone please drive me to the hospital?” I pleaded, clinging onto Hoseok’s sleeve. I was desperate, I had no time to worry about how bad I looked.

“Y/n! Are you alright? What’s-” Taehyung started, but Yoongi cut him off almost immediately.

“I’m down for cutting class,” he shrugged.

“But Yoongi hyung, you have Youngjae seonsaengnim next,” Jungkook piped up from his hiding spot behind Taehyung. Yoongi waved him off with a flick of his wrist, and I swore I saw both Jungkook and Taehyung take a step back.

“Anyone else want to come?” He asked, contorted his face as he dug through his pockets to find the keys to his car. Namjoon stepped forward, not opening his mouth. I looked at Hoseok, whom I was still clinging on to. His eyes shone as if he wanted to object, but he didn’t say a word, so I assumed he was in.

“I do.” I heard a small voice peep from behind me. I whipped my head around and saw Jimin with his head dipped down. Yoongi stared at the younger boy, as if he was thinking about saying something. But, honestly, I didn’t even care anymore. I just wanted to see whether Hye Gi was alive.

I let go of Hoseok and latched onto Yoongi, tugging on his arm, fresh tears spilling from my eyes. He sighed and gestured for Jimin to go to the hospital with us. Jimin’s face lit up just a little, and he quickly ran up to my side.

Jimin was my next victim, and I clung onto his arm, softly sobbing. Yoongi nodded at Taehyung and Jungkook, signalling that we were leaving.

“If seonsaengnim asks where you are, we will make an excuse up. Please hurry.” Taehyung sighed, and Jungkook nodded in silent agreement. Yoongi didn’t say a word and turned around to go to his car.

Trying to wipe my eyes and keep up with the boys’ fast pace, I was struggling. I felt like my lungs had given up. Probably because of all the crying.

Yoongi entered a black Mercedes, and everyone else followed. I didn’t even have time to gape at the expensive car before I slunk into it. He started the car, and we were off.

Sitting next to Jimin and Hoseok was difficult. Both of them exuberating positivity as they comforted me. It hurt, you know, that both of them could seem positive at such a low moment in my life. Namjoon and Yoongi were especially quiet sitting in the front, attitudes matching what I was more comfortable with at that moment.

In the midst of my panic, I looked at Jimin. He seemed… different. Skinnier, paler, sadder. I wondered why.

After many traffic lights and countless car horns, we finally arrived at the hospital.

Not even caring if I was supposed to exit the car or not, I pushed Hoseok aside and jumped out. I sprinted to the front desk, startling the young receptionist.

“Choi Hye Gi?” I asked, not giving her any context. Her initial smile dropped to an embarrassed one, and she whispered something that I couldn’t hear. I started hyperventilating, mumbling Hye Gi’s name over and over to myself. Another lady approached me, probably trying to help me out of my distressed state.

“Ma’am, please calm down. What is the matter?” She had a maternal sort of tone that persuaded me to stop hyperventilating.

“Choi Hye Gi.” I said between hiccups. Her face turned a darker shade and she swallowed.

“I’m so sorry ma’am.”

My heart shattered.

I was quiet on the ground. I didn’t have anything to say. For once in my life, I was speechless.

I could have saved her, I could have gone with her. But, I was too much of a bloody idiot.

I felt so stupid, I wanted to curl up into ball on the ground and cry until my tear ducts dried up. I didn’t understand why fate would be so cruel to me, what did I do wrong?

Karma is a bitch, but I didn’t do anything to anyone. 

I felt so lonely, even though the hospital staff were swarming around me, pleading for me to get up.

I finally walked out of the dreary hospital.  I felt so empty. I felt like dying.

I felt pain.

Physical pain.

I got onto my knees and looked up at the sky. The weather matched my mood, stormy and grey. I screamed at it. I couldn’t take it.

I felt a pair of arms around my waist, hoisting me up onto my feet. I turned around and saw Jimin’s youthful face, struck with concern.

“Will she ever come back?”

“Remember…holiday…week” That was all I could make out from the many words spilling out of Mrs Choi’s mouth. How could I focus on what the hell she was saying at a time like this? The memory of my friend’s death kept replaying in my mind, I was slipping in and out of consciousness. I had no will to listen. Even though it had already been about a month since she died, my heart still ached.

“Sorry I’m late Seonsaengnim,” a small boy that I didn’t bother to remember stood at the door and did a full bow. “I was attending my grandmother’s funeral.”

“Class is almost over anyway.” Mrs Choi nodded, and he scuttled into class.

“Speaking of death, isn’t it weird?” She started to digress. “I mean, people only cry about that person because we receive something from them. If we don’t know the person, or if they don’t give us anything, we won’t cry.”

The entire class stared at me as I started tearing up.

“Sorry.” I mumbled as I packed my bag and walked straight out of class.

My name reverberated around the dead halls, and I quickened my steps. I had to go. I had to get out of here, I had to g…

I slammed into someone and fell onto the ground.

I looked up and saw the last person I wanted to see.

I just started sobbing there and then. I let all my pent up emotions go. I didn’t care that Seokjin was there staring at me like I was a madman, I kept on crying.

He bent down and held my face in his hands.

“Let’s go on a road trip.”

I looked over at my mother as I stuffed the neatly stacked piles of clothes into my backpack. She was on the computer, probably doing some work, earning money to make her house even more dreary than mine.

“You know, mum, I’m going on a roadtrip with my friend tomorrow,” I started. “Don’t miss me too much.”

“Yes, dear.” She said, not looking up from her screen.

“Do you want to know where I’m going? Or why?” I furrowed my brows, a little hurt, but not very surprised.

“Enlighten me, dear,” she mumbled, mostly to herself.

“I’m going to Alaska to buy polar bear cocaine and get arrested for skinny-dipping.” I deadpanned, waiting for some sort of reaction from her.

“That sounds like fun, honey.”

“Mum!” I lost my temper, causing her to jump a little at the sudden noise, but her bored facial expression never changed. “I’m not coming home for 3 days, do you even care? Why are you even at my apartment if you’re just going to be staring at your stupid screen the whole day?”

“Of course I care about you.” She sang as she finally looked up. “I’m really busy at work, honey. You seem upset. Let’s talk after I’m done working. I’ll make some tea.” She flashed her famous fake smile, the one that made millions, and went back to work.

She liked to say that, but she never made me tea or talked to me about my problems. She probably owed me enough tea to fill the Grand Canyon.

I snatched my phone off my bed and texted Jin.

Me: Tomorrow can’t wait. Let’s go now.

Harley Quinn: I’ll be there in 10.

Now, I was just shoving everything that was in my reach into my bag. I just wanted to get out of my own house, for the sole reason that my mother was in it.

Slinging the bag over my shoulder, I glanced at her one more time.

“Bye. You know how to lock up.” I spat. I was half-hoping for a scolding, or at least an angry glare. But all she offered me was her sickly sweet smile.

“Au Revoir!”

And I slammed the door.

“Here comes the angsty teen,” he giggled as I stormed into his car. “Care to share your feelings, young one?”

“Yeah, my emotionless mother was irritating, anything new?” I rolled my eyes. “But you obviously won’t understand, seeing as your mother has emotions.”

“She doesn’t.”

I looked at him, but his cold expression screamed at me to shut up and move on, and so I did.

“Where are we going, anyway?”

“Does Busan sound good to you?” He asked, gripping the wheel a little tighter.

“Not really,” I sighed. “I came out here to temporarily forget about her, not remember that her death was all my fault.” I rushed through my words, tripping on a few.

“Look, it’s not…” He tried to talk, but I quickly cut him off.

“Let’s not talk about this.” I snapped, and he immediately retreated. It came out harsher than I had intended it to be, but I would do anything to get him to shut up about Hye Gi.

We stayed silent for a good fifteen minutes, the silence deafening. Suddenly, he piped up.

“Do you want to listen to the radio? Or I’ve got the BTX CD, if you like them.”

“Holy shit, I love BTX!” I gasped. “Who’s your favourite?”

“Rap Monster, duh,” he chuckled.”He’s great, I’m super gay for him.”

I choked on nothing and stared at him. His face and neck turned an ungodly shade of red and he looked like he was going to pass out.

“No…no…I didn’t mean it in that way,” he stuttered, and I giggled at him. “He’s just great.”

“I mean, hey,” I shrugged. “No shame man.” I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively. He took one hand off the wheel and hit me right in the arm.

“Dude, it’s chill. I’m super gay for Amber Liu.”

We spent the next 3 hours talking and singing to our favourite songs. Well, he sang, I was just yelling the lyrics.

“Do you know where we are?” I asked him when all I saw outside the window was grass.

“Nope!” He sang cheerfully. “But I know how to get back. My sense of direction is impeccable.”

My heart beat faster with every word that fell from his lips.

“Dude, I get anxious when I’m in an unfamiliar place,” my voice started to waver. “Please don’t get us lost.”

“Chillax, I know where we are. I was just pulling your leg, babe.” He giggled as one hand reached out to pat my thigh

What the hell did he just call me?

My already racing heart beat even faster.

I glanced in his direction, trying not to look to obvious. His hand was still resting on my thigh, and his cheeks were a little pinker than normal but it was probably because of the biting Spring wind. He seemed normal.

“Are you hungry?” He asked, taking his hand off my thigh and reached for a bag in the back. “I have sandwiches.” I immediately felt the sharpness of the air that hit the place where his hand was and I wanted it back there.

I dug through the bag and pulled a ham sandwich out. It was already dark outside and we had been travelling for 7 hours. It felt like 7 minutes.

We pulled over to a small cliff that overlooked a city. Artificial lights lit up the night sky, giving the city an eery look. The scenery looked fake, ethereal, something out of a storybook.

He put the top down on his car and switched the engine off. A gentle breeze laughed as it flew past my ears, making me close my eyes in bliss.

“How many girls have you brought here?” I joked, and he turned a little more pink.

“You’re the first one.” He mumbled, and I shot him a skeptical look.

“I’m serious!” He laughed. “I just found this spot yesterday. I go on many road trips by myself when I need to clear my busy mind.”

“It’s a beautiful place. Are we staying here tonight?”

“Yeah, sure.”

We had already decided that I would sleep more comfortably in the back, and he would sleep in the driver’s seat. Bundling myself into a blanket as I jumped behind, I snuggled up to the soft jacket I used as a pillow and scooched aside so that he could sit behind with me to talk until we felt sleepy.

“Can I ask you a question on a touchy subject?” I asked, sitting up. He hesitated for a little while, but he nodded as he shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth that appeared out of thin air.

“Why did you reject me when I confessed to you?”

He choked on his popcorn.

“Uh,” he turned red for the hundredth time that day. “I…I wasn’t ready for a commitment. I had just broken up with Hye Gi, and I was going through quite a bit.”

“I used to believe that dating was stupid, because we were all going to be emotionless when we turn 21 anyway,” he sighed. I understood where he was coming from, but, very ironically, he was the one that changed my mind. “Then, Hye Gi came in and swept me off my feet. She made me feel like love wasn’t so bad.”

“But, I think that I’m ready now.” I looked up at him with hope in my eyes. “I like someone. And I think Hye Gi would approve.”

“Ooh, who’s the lucky girl?” I teased him, but all my hope drained out of my body.

“Nope, not telling.” He chuckled to himself as he crawled back to the front seat. “But, can I ask you how to make sure that she likes me back? I’m pretty sure she likes me, but I’m afraid that I will make a fool of myself if she actually doesn’t.”

“Kiss her.” I snapped.

“I mean, like you said, she likes you. And every girl in school would die to get a kiss from the famous Kim Seokjin.”

He just blinked at me, looking very confused.

“Are… Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I lay down and closed my eyes, trying to get the thought of him out of my head as soon as possible. Of course I felt a little bad that I took my anger out on him, but I wasn’t going to apologise to him there and then.

He was silent for a bit, and I assumed that he had fallen asleep. But then, I heard the sound of skin against fake leather and the back seat dipped. He gingerly lifted my head and put it on what I guessed was his lap.

I was trying very hard not to hyperventilate. Or cry.

If it was any other time of the day, I would have blushed so hard I would have put tomatoes to shame. BUt, I was so exhausted, I didn’t protest or make a noise. I just let him move me, and I slipped into a deep sleep.

“I love you.”

“I like you, Y/n.” Jin smiled at me.

“Holy shit, are you serious?” I gasped. “I like you too! I’ve actually liked you for a long time. It feels good to let all of this out, I’m so relieved oh my god.” I was beginning to ramble, but instead of a happy response, he stared at me like I was an alien.

“Uh, Y/n?” He cringed. “I don’t like you that way. I like you as a friend.”

I woke up.

“Jin! Did I say anything weird last night?” He opened his mouth to respond, but I quickly cut him off.

“I mean, something really stupid.”

“Nah,” he smiled at me. “Nothing stupid.You were crying while you were sleeping though. My whole thigh was wet when I woke up - I don’t need to hear what your dirty thoughts are please, thank you very much.”

Thank God it was just a dream.

“Where are we?” I peered out the window, desperate for a subject change.

“I never know where we are, only where we’re going.” He told me, not taking his eyes off the road. “We’re going on a picnic before we head back.” “How long is it going to be? What time is it? Are we there yet?” I shot questions at him as I sat up, excited at the thought of food.

“Depends on how long you want to stay, 1.15 pm and we are here.” He stopped the car and gestured to the scenery in front of him. “Ta-da!”

I raised my head and gasped.

We were in front of a lake. Crystal-clear water filled the atmosphere, and the breeze was a little crisp and cool and refreshing.

“Hurry up! Let’s go!”

Jin’s Perspective

She looked so happy.

She wore an expression that I hadn’t seen in months. I missed it.

She was the light of my life, but she didn’t even know it. She had no idea, no clue.

I love her.

She had so much love waiting to burst out of her, she exuberated positivity, her pretty face of innocence made me want to make love to her until we were both too tired to even move. But, she didn’t seem to love me back.

Every time I thought of Hye Gi, her face would appear i front of me as if she was haunting me. Even when I was still dating the former, Y/N would always sneak her way into my thoughts.

As I watched the beautiful girl skip stones across the lake, I knew that I was undoubtedly, crazy, 100% in love with her.

We spent hours there, talking, eating, skipping stones and splashing each other until we were drenched.

We were just running, trying to catch each other under the warm sun, the sharp wind of Spring dancing on our cheeks. I was about to catch her, when she fell, and I instinctively leaned forward and fell down myself.

But, I was on top of her.

I quickly supported my weight on my arms, but I didn’t have any motivation to get up.

Looking down at her, I realised she had no flaws whatsoever. As she looked back into my eyes, I felt a burning sense of passion and love in me.

“A-Are you ready?” I managed to choke out.

Don’t lose it.

“Ready for what?”

She lost it.

I jumped to my feet, a little red in the face, a little hurt in the heart.

“Let’s go home.”

Y/n’s perspective

Our time at the lake was way too short. I wanted to spend more time with him. The entire road trip was hardly long enough.

We sat in silence all the way until we reached the same cliff, the radio emitting terrible static sounds. He didn’t seem to mind though. His brows were a little more furrowed than usual, his hands gripped a little tighter to the wheel than usual, and he was a little less talkative than usual. But, other than that, he seemed normal.

“Look, Jin. If you’re upset, you could just talk to me about it, you know.” I prompted, shifting my weight so that I could easily climb to the back seat.

He mumbled something that sounded like “Let’s not talk about it.”

“You have to tell me how you feel, though. Don’t bottle up your emotions, it’s not healthy.”

“Just leave it, Y/n!” He snapped at me, making me very irritated and frankly, a little hurt.

“Wow.” I rolled my eyes, leaning forward with every word I spat. “I’m just trying to help you, and you yell at me. What a great-”

But before I could continue, he shut me up.

By pressing his lips against mine.

His hands came up to cup my face, while mine were gripping onto the seat for dear life.

I felt a tear slide down my cheek, but it wasn’t my own.

When he finally pulled away, I just stared at him in shock. He had completely taken me off guard and knocked all the wind out of my body.

“Jin, wh-what the-” I stuttered, trying to regain my senses.

“You idiot, I’m in love with you, and have been for quite a while.” He looked serious, it was hard for me to figure out if he was joking or not.

“ mean, I’m in love with you too, but how do you like me? Wh-what? There’s nothing to like about me. I’m not remotely beautiful.” I blushed and looked down. But, he used his hand to lift my face up so I was level with his.

“What’s there not to love?” He gently pushed me to the back seat.

“There’s your gorgeous eyes,” I lay across the seats.

“There’s your cute nose,” he kissed my nose gently.

“There’s your beautiful lips,” he pushed his lips against mine, making me instinctively run my fingers through his brown hair. “They drive me mad.”

“You are beautiful.” He started unbuttoning my top, and I felt the cold air hit my chest. “There’s no denying that.”

My arms were hanging off his neck, and I started into his eyes once more, and found trust and love in them.

Let go, Y/n. Let go.

And so, I did.