#i lucked the fuck out so hard with this position and company

[samkerrworshipper]

warmed - mapi leon x reader

just r cockwarming mapi.. not much more to it lol

ik i keep promising yall angst… its coming… at some stage

warnings: smut 18+

You’re overstimulated.

To the point where your skin is beginning to itch with the want and need that is pooling up in the pit of your stomach, right where you feel so full and so empty at the same time.

You fucked up, you were well aware of it, it wasn’t like you could make up for it now.

This though, this was so rewarding and unrewarding at the same time, you were stuffed full to the very brim which was perfect, but also so unfulfilling at the same time.

“Keep still or we start over.”

Mapi’s words are a brutal reminder of exactly what position you are in, crammed down against her lap, ass flush to her hips whilst you try your very hardest not to grind or jostle against her.

An hour and thirty minutes.

That’s how long you’ve been sitting in Mapi’s lap like this, no pleasure, no release, no relief.

The two of you had to rewatch your game from yesterday anyways, so Maria had set you the task of staying still whilst she analysed the match against Levante.

You were supposed to be analysing it as well, but it was kind of hard to pay attention when you were filled to the brim with 7 inches of silicone cock.

You wished Maria had given you the easy way out, wished she’d spanked you or edged you or done something else that would make you feel something besides mellowed out pressure.

“Maria.”

Your words are whined out for the room to hear, not that there is anybody else in your company.

“Eyes on the screen, carino.”

Your eyes struggle to obey her command, your pupils stuck to your naked bottom half that’s unmoving.

“I won’t say it again, eyes on the screen unless you want a spanking once we’re done.”

Your eyes snap up, what you want once this is done is for Mapi to fuck you senseless, you aren’t sure if you can handle another minute with her just idly sitting inside you.

“Eight more minutes princesa, you think you can hold up for me until then?”

You groan at her, you want to say no, but the words can’t make it past your lips, Maria seems to understand though.

“Tough luck, make it through the eight minutes or else you won’t cum for the rest of the week. I’m sick of your shit attitude and bratty fucking mouth, you have to learn some way.”

Mapi’s voice is gritty, you know that she wanted nothing more than to come back from dinner, cuddle up on the couch and watch the game replay before the two of you went to bed together.

She wanted soft, sweet, tender.

You wanted mean, rough and hard.

You supposed this was the halfway point, it was Maria’s way of punishing you without giving in to what you wanted.

You’d been obtusely bratty and cheeky.

The two of you had been invited out for dinner with Alexia and Olga, a little quaint double date to a cute boutique Italian restaurant in Barcelona’s core.

It was nice, everything had been going well, until you’d made the decision to start teasing Mapi.

It had started with a hand on her exposed thigh, then your fingers drawing patterns up and down, pushing her skirt out of the way as you paved a path through to her panties.

You were out of your mind thinking Mapi would let it slide, she told you as much when she leant over to your ear telling you not to push her. You’d blatantly ignored her, continuing your attempts at one upping the defender. You got as far as the inside edge of her panties before her hand was grabbing yours and shoving it into your lap with a look of so much annoyance that you knew you were in deep shit.

Now you were here, sitting practically speared on her dick, your juices leakingout all over her thighs and your own.

You watched the clock run down, your eyes aimlessly following the ball as it was passed from side to side on the pitch.

Your legs were aching from the position you were being held in, your thighs being put to use to keep you from moving.

“Maria, please.”

You knew that most likely, your begging was going to be pointless, normally Mapi couldn’t of cared less, but it was worth a shot.

“Say one more word and you’ll see just how much worse this can get for you.”

You close your lips, your eyes staying laser focused on the screen as the clock ticks down on the game.

The last thirty seconds are possibly the worst, your legs start to burn and everything is so much more painful.

As soon as the final whistle blows on the game Mapi is turning you around, so you are now face to face with the Spaniard.

“This is how it’s going to go, we’re going to go to bed, I’m going to fuck you how I like, until I’m satisfied, you won’t cum, you won’t move unless you’re told, all you are here for is to be my little slut for my pleasure, not your own, comprendida?”

You can’t do anything beyond nodding your head.

Mapi picks you up with ease, lifting you up and taking you straight to the bedroom.

Just the feeling of her cock jolting inside of you every few seconds has you moaning, Mapi doesn’t care, all she cares about is getting you to where she wants you.

She manhandles and roughouses you onto the bed, pushing you up against the pillows and spreading your legs open before beginning to move inside of you.

Mapi’s pace is nowhere near fast or rigorous enough to satisfy you, when she said that she was searching for her own pleasure you didn’t realise that she would quite literally use your body as a vessel for her orgasm.

There is no doubt in your mind that Mapi has the little vibe insert tucked into the strap.

Her thrusts into you are shallow, hitting none of the spots that you need her to.

It’s crazily unpleasurable, and yet you don’t find yourself minding too much, especially not when Maria is the picture of perfection, her messy bun bopping up and down, her moans echoing out across the room.

You focus on Mapi, completely syncing out of your own mind, trying to imagine how Mapi is feeling.

You know that your supposed ‘punishment’ would have gotten her worked up, whether she wanted to admit it or not.

She’s chasing a built up desire, deep pure pleasure thrumming through her lower limbs.

Maria isn’t a overly loud lover, but you can tell just by the way her eyebrows are scrunched up and her pupils are blown that she is teetering somewhere on the edge, you aren’t quite sure where she’s at until her legs spasm and her whole body jerks.

Mapi cums hard and fast, her body thrusting into yours until the after effects of her orgasm have managed to rid her body and she pulls out.

You feel emptier than you ever have, most likely a result of being stuffed full for hours on end.

Mapi makes quick work of removing the strap, once she does she lies herself down on the bed next to you, letting you breathe through the big feelings that you are experiencing.

“How are you feeling, princesa?”

Mapi’s hands are on your face, twisting the strays hairs out of your face and gently playing with them between her fingers.

“Good, just need a second.”

Your legs feel heavier than a hundred bricks, numb and weighed down to the point where you genuinely wonder whether they’ll be in use tomorrow.

“You want to cum? I think you’ve earned it, you were such a good little girl for me, princesa.”

You do want your own orgasm, you think that your cunt will implode if it doesn’t get to experience some relief, but you need a few minutes to recover from the last hours happenings.

“Just gimme a minute, seeing you like that made me think and feel things I never had.”

Mapi’s smirk was cheeky, cavalier and slightly proud.

“Mm, next time it’ll have to be three hours, hmm? I wonder how crazy that would make you.”

You shake your head at the suggestion immediately, an hour and a half had been pushing it, 3 hours was simply ridiculous.

“How about I promise to never be a brat again?”

Mapi rolls her eyes, her mouth reaching down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“We both know that would be a lie, carino. You’re my bratty girl and I wouldn’t dare have you any other way. Now how about we go get clean in the shower and I let you get off on my thigh, hm? You’ve been good but not good enough to deserve my mouth or fingers, you’ll have to work your way up to that.”

You nod eagerly at Maria, already willing your legs to begin moving so that Mapi can’t take back what she’s just said to you.

When Mapi realises that you need some assistance, she picks you up, gently carrying you towards the bathroom.

[eufezco]

SUPER SHY - JOEL MILLER x FEM!READER

SUMMARY – when Joel's keeping you company while you're showering, he sees something he wasn't supposed to.

english isn't my first language <3 // this is pure SMUT

A/N – omg it's been so long but i literally have no inspiration so if anyone has any request... also, i've been writing for the walking dead, especially daryl, but that's still in my drafts because i don't know if there's anyone interested in that. ANYWAYS, i hope this isn't so bad

He didn't mind. He truly didn't care. He was sitting on the toilet, bent forward, with his elbows on his knees and one of his legs shaking out of impatience. It was true that he'd rather be doing other things but with a bit of luck you'd be done soon and he'd leave. Although he didn't have much to do either, he was sure they needed some last-minute people to patrol.

He had been sitting on that toilet every night for at least thirty minutes every time you took a shower. Since you lacked music, you needed some other type of distraction and Joel wasn't the best for it but it was your only option.

"What was the last movie you saw?"

"I don't know. I can't remember."

"I'm sure you do remember, you are just too lazy to think. For me, it was Spiderman, my brother took me to the movies but I don't remember enjoying it. What was yours?"

"I think it was Catch Me If You Can."

"Never heard of that."

Of course not, he said to himself. The sound of falling water made your voice sound fainter so he had to readjust his position to hear you better. His back was now against the toilet, he ran his hands over his face. It was starting to get a little hot inside the bathroom as well. Joel looked in your direction, trying to understand what you were saying but quickly looked away. Joel closed his eyes tightly and then opened them wide again without knowing what to do. When he leaned back and looked in your direction, he expected nothing, only the curtain that was hiding you, but instead, he found a perfect view of your round and wet ass.

Joel swallowed nervously and shook his head, trying to erase that image from his mind, but it was so perfect and the water slid so easily down it. No, no, no, fuck he mumbled, massaging his temples. The way his teeth would sink into your skin there, and they would mark your soft skin just right.

"Are you okay?" You peeked your head through the curtain. Your brow furrowed as you saw him looking away.

He nodded.

"Can you pass me the bathrobe, then?"

Fuck, you were doing this on purpose, he thought. He stood from the toilet and you waited behind the curtains. You went out of the shower wrapped in the robe.

"I'll leave so you can change." He announced. His eyes briefly looked away and moved down to your breasts covered by your bathrobe, he could see how hard your nipples were and how the drops of water slid down your cleavage. You raised your eyebrows and Joel never looked you in the face again. He tried to get out of the bathroom, ashamed enough already, when you blocked his way with your body.

"I saw you looking at me, Joel. You won't get away so easily."

He didn't know what to say. Should he apologize? Should he leave anyway? He'd been looking after you practically since this started, since you two met in the woods, the least he could do was apologize for looking at you in such an inappropriate way.

"When was the last time you saw a naked woman?"

Your question caught him off guard. Joel shook his head and took his eyes off you, knowing beforehand what you were about to do. The bathrobe slipped off your shoulders and Joel closed his eyes, not even daring to look at your reflection in the mirror. You couldn't be doing this to him, he was not like the boys you'd been hanging out in Jackson.

"Look at me."

He shook his head. You told him again and this time his eyes laid on yours. You flashed him a smile, how innocent sweet Joel.

"I want you to look at my body, Joel."

Joel called your name, shaking his head again and swallowing nervously.

"I know you want to do it, I saw how you looked at me before. I want you too, but this isn't going to work if you can't even look at me."

His eyes shyly moved from yours to your breasts. He took a glance and closed his eyes. You smiled victorious. You guided one of his hands to caress one side of your body. Joel dared to look at the path his hand was making through your body, how soft the skin of your waist felt against his rough fingers.

You led his hand to cup one of your tits. Your nipple immediately became hard on contact with his palm and your pussy was already clenching around nothing. You'd dreamed so many times about how would his touch feel, and he was barely applying any pressure, nor squeezing it or pinching your nipple, he was just holding your tit in his hand.

Your hand pinched his chin and made him look up at you. His eyes were bright, darker than you'd ever seen them before, and his pupils were big. You fluttered your lashes, inocently and your thumb caressed his lips. You came close enough to his mouth for your breaths to become one, you could feel his beard tickling your lips. You ran your tongue over his lips and he leaned in for a kiss, his lips were so soft and gentle against yours compared to the thick hair of his beard.

You pushed his shoulders and made him sit on the toilet again. His cock was so hard and ready for you, already leaking precum against the fabric of his underwear. He was still unsure about this, not because he didn't want to do it but because you were so beautiful and he was an old man that doubled your age, and his cock was so hard and already throbbing against his stomach, it was almost embarrassing.

Joel put both of his hands on your hips when you placed one of your legs on each side of his body. You wrapped your fingers around his hard cock, giving it a couple of strokes and getting multiple groans from him. You could feel him twitching between your fingers. He was big, some black hairs like the ones on his head decorated the base of his cock and a prominent vein ran down its length, but the most important thing was, that he was thick. You could barely take it all in one hand, and you knew the stretch was going to be perfect.

You lined up his cock at your entrance, allowing only his tip to go inside you, and then you gently lowered yourself. One of your hands moved down to your clit and rub it to get used to the sensation of Joel filling you. He gave you all the time you needed but you were tight and he could feel his cock jumping inside you. Every time your fingers rubbed your clit your cunt clenched and squeezed him even harder.

"You good?" Joel asked, caressing one of your cheeks with the back of his hand. You nodded. "You sure? Oh, fuck-" He moaned when you started rolling your hips against his. Your movements were very delicate as your fingers continued working on your bundle of nerves, helping you to get even wetter and making it easy for you to take him. Joel could feel you dripping down the inside of his legs.

"Yeah, that's a good girl, fuck-" His eyes were locked on where you two connected although he could only see how his cock had completely disappeared inside your pussy. He was enjoying the way your tiny fingers played with your clit.

"Still good?" He asked again and you nodded. You suddenly stopped the movement of your hips against his and he was afraid that you'd hurt yourself. You placed your hands on his broad shoulders, getting a firm grip there to help you lift your hips from his lap. You pulled him out of you, his cock glistening with your juices, and then you dropped yourself back down onto his cock.

A sharp moan came out of Joel's throat and his fingers sank into the flesh of your ass. You repeated that again and again, finally getting used to Joel's width and to the sting of him going inside you deeper and deeper each time. Your hands moved from his shoulder to his face, cupping both of his cheeks and guiding his lips to yours, the sounds that escaped your mouths became one. His hands massaged your breasts shamelessly this time, his palms rubbed your nipples while you leaned your head back, giving him perfect access to your neck.

"I can't- I can't anymore." You cried out, your movements becoming more and more sloppy.

"It's okay. You did well." He gasped, his hands on your hips slowly guiding your movements, giving you enough time to recompose. Joel helped you to wrap your legs around his body, so that when he stood up from the toilet, he could move you with him, his dick still balls deep inside you.

Joel sat you on the sink and he splayed your legs completely open. You sat up on your elbows, looking through your eyelashes as he was admiring how your pussy sucked him. His dick slid inside you easily, his thrusts were stronger than you thought they would be and they made your whole body shake with them. Your throat felt dry and the burn in the pit of your stomach felt warmer and warmer. You dug your nails into his shoulders and pulled him to you, chest to chest.

Your hips rolled involuntarily against his, and you nodded to everything he muttered at you through gritted teeth. Yes, you were a good girl. Yes, you were his good girl. Yes, your pussy belonged to him. Yes, you were about to cum. Yes, you wanted his cum, and yes, you wanted it inside. And who was he to deny you your wishes? With a groan coming straight from his chest and your legs shaking and closing around his body, you both came seconds apart.

Joel stayed inside you, his head resting on your shoulder as you played with the hair on the back of his neck. You giggled. "Look at the shy one."

[emmyrosee]

“If I die one more time because you guys say some fuck shit, you’re getting banned.”

Kenma’s been on this boss for hours. Well, an hour and twenty three minutes, to be exact, as his recording time so graciously wouldn’t let him forget. In his chat, there’s a flurry of people who backseat him to tell him how to beat the boss (mods will take care of them later, but it’s still obnoxious), people laughing and a few encouraging comments being tacked on with some generous donations.

At this point, he just wants to end the stream and beat it in the focus of his own company.

But he won’t. Because it’s his job or whatever.

“Kenny?” A voice calls: your voice. Kenma softens and turns to the door, ignoring his character as it dies again. “I bought you some munchies since you didn’t answer my text.”

“Hey princess,” he hums, smiling and leaning his head back against the chair. “Sorry i didn’t get back to you, I’m in the fuckin’ thick of it. How was lunch?”

“It was good,” you say, smiling and bending down to kiss his nose. “The girls say hi and that they’ll watch later; whatcha doin’?”

Kenma gives you a groan of exhaustion, “I’m suffering, that’s what. This game is horrifically hard.”

“I told you it would be, Ken.” Despite your ‘I told you so’, he chuckles and puckers his lips out for a proper kiss, which you comply with happily. In your peripheral, chat spams with orange hearts- your designated emoji amongst his fans- and puke faces for the affection you two just shared.

He hums and pulls away softly, “you wanna give it a whirl? Maybe some new eyes will make this shit easier.”

“You’re the gamer in this dynamic babe,” you snort. Despite this, you scoot to the side so he can get up and switch places with you, watching with a smile as you get settled in his oversized chair.

Chat explodes with an absolute inflation of orange hearts, flowing a mile a second, and it makes you smile to be seen in such a positive light, even if this is far from the first time they’ve seen or supported you.

“Hi guys!” You say eagerly, grabbing the controller while he leans over the back of the chair. The chat quickly fills up with words of wisdom and “GOOD LUCKS!” while Kenma plants a kiss to your cheek. “What do I have to do?”

“Basically just beat the boss; I’ve found that kinda breaking the game by rolling behind the boss and then pressing ‘y’ for the super attack is best, but hey. I’ve also been stuck on this boss since you left, so I don’t really know anything.”

“Thanks for the help,” you snort, but with a roll of your shoulders to get comfortable, you take on the task.

And it goes well! For the first few seconds.

Slowly then after, it turned into you running away from the boss and blaming Kenma- in your defense, he likes his buttons to do certain things, it’s different than you are used to!- while all along, trying to roll behind the boss to swing at his back.

It’s very amusing to everyone but you.

“How are you so bad at this?” He cackles, and you quickly try to shush him.

“Shut up!” You giggle, shaking your head. Your character lays a slash of their sword, but the game doesn’t seem to register it- if anything, your character gets the hit.

“No! Fuck!” You cackle out a whine, while behind you Kenma tugs at his hair in amused disbelief.

“Please- dear god, I will buy you a ring right now if you just get one hit on this boss-“

“DONT SAY THAT!” You whine, hands immediately starting to shake as you tap mercilessly on the buttons, cheeks ablaze while the grin on your face refuses to falter.

This, to your distracted dismay, causes chat to explode, taking your already shaky focus and making it somehow less existent.

dankondits: you’re making the poor lady stressed!

notakodzukenfan: I’ll marry her no cap-

notemmyrosee: 🧡🧡🧡

slobonthyknob: Kodzuken simp, confirmed???

lasagnahypeeee: our baby streamer growing up ;-;

corner.of.internet: when she’s bad at video games but still a 10>>>>

Thank you kuroosassscheek for the 15000 bits: BUY THE WOMAN A RING BEFORE I DIE OF OLD AGE!

“Kuroo, not helping!” You whine, cheeks an absolute scorch while all Kenma does behind you is snicker. Traitor.

Between the absolute unsupportive nature of your boyfriend and all eyes of the Internet being on you as you fail over and over again, you finally cave and give up.

With a pout, you plant the controller back on the desk, letting the opponent hit you with its many attacks, all the while your character grunts in pain. You must look like a child, because the next thing you feel is Kenma’s lips against your cheek, and it causes that pout to finally break up. “You did good,” he praises. “It’s a hard boss; I’m glad you tried it.”

“Me too,” you confess. You lean in to give him a proper kiss, laughing into it as Kenma holds his large hand up, as if to shield the affection from his watchful viewers. You part with a nudge of his nose, and when his hand comes down, you lace your fingers with his. “It was fun, but I think I’ll leave the gaming to you.”

slimesloppy_: EWWWWWWWW

bosscat867: awww dad’s in love 🧡🧡🧡

razzledazzletoes: UR A COUPLE OF SLUTS!!

zedlerlover: use protection kids

anameicantpronouce: 🧡🧡🧡

blitznbawls: 🧡🧡🧡

brucespringsteendaddy: follow for more tips and tricks

tinytivvies: mrs kodzuken 🧡🧡🧡

“Fair enough,” he chuckles, standing back up to let you slip out of the gaming chair. Your eyes avoid chat, you see all the laughing stickers scrolling though, and you shake your head as your hands reach for the headset.

“Alright chat. Here’s Kodzuken. Hope you enjoyed the interlude.” You push up and out of the chair, letting Kenma slip right in and take your spot. As you turn to leave, you offer him one last call- “oh! When you do buy that engagement ring, I expect no less than 6 karats.”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” he scoffs, watching you leave with a cheesy smile on his face. He turns back to the camera and slips his headset back on, “dummy. Got you one with 10, you think this is my first day?”

Chat once again explodes with excitement while Kenma merely smirks and goes back to his game, looking at the boss with new eyes and the chat focused on something else.

[yoonzinuhh]

RUN TO YOU

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : reader x seungcheol,reader x mingyu (NOT A POLY !)

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : office au. boss x worker,co workers,fluff,smut,comfort,hurt,angst.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : few curse words. mentions about past sex (no actual smut scenes) that’s it.

𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 : this is purely fiction. i have no intentions in sexualising any artist. just for entertainment purposes. let me know if you want to be tagged !

series list , episode1 , episode3

episode2.

you’re fucked. its just the first day and you’re already running late because you wanted to fuck some random hot guy. and you messing up the train hasn’t helped you at all.

but damn here you are standing infront of this building that has god knows how many floors,shining through your eyes just like it did 7 years ago. this was your dream company. you worked so hard in college and internships so you could finally work under this brand business. and to think that you kinda messed up your first day..well it’s fine you’re just late by what..5 minutes OH FUCK 15 MINUTES ALREADY.

“good morning. where’s the meeting for freshers being conducted ?”

“good morning to you too. its in the 8th floor. you’ll have a board directing you. have a good day,all the best” says the receptionist with the hugest smile.

it’s all the little things that could actually make you feel positive the whole day.

well well well you feel your body heat up with anxiety when you see the room already filled with people and the meeting has already started.

trying to get inside with no traces of entering “OUH” here we go,you just got your pinky toe hit by one of the chairs. being twenty four and nothing could change your clumsiness,truly.

“i’m sorry haha” you respond to all the eyes that’s on you silently sitting next to someone.

“hi” he whispers. you just nod because you can’t afford to have your name called out right after what you did.

“i’m mingyu !” he whispers again glancing at your direction.

“y/n” you just smile and nod once again. the speech started again distracting you both.

“that’s all the information you all would need. the teams would be split based on the department with one senior head. hopefully you guys would enjoy your job. feel free to contact us anytime.” oh she’s done.

having your little convo with mingyu,who is apparently in the same business field as you,your ceo comes by reading your name tags.

“good luck to both of you for getting into the business team in such a young age.” she says with an elegant smile.

“you both will be assisted by your head,my son- just a minute- SEUNGCHEOL !!” she turns back and waves at a guy..oh god..OH GOD.

your eye’s physically widens. throat drying. you’re about to cry. no way..no way you just fucked your ceo’s son the night before..didn’t you..

his eyes meets yours and you see his widen too after seeing you. you just divert looking away.

“keep talking to them sweetie,i’ll go and meet up with the next team” she smiles at the three of you and walks away.

“sooo hi to mingyu aanddd y/n who was late on her first day of work..because?” you’re fucked up,again.

you just awkwardly smile at him because WHO WOULD’VE EVER THOUGHT.

smirking he just leads you both to your work space,talking about what you’ll be doing,about work and all that. you could feel his stare on the corridors,the lift,the working area,the EVERYWHERE.

well who would’ve thought your first day would be this way.

“so this is where we will be working. you can find all the files inside the lockers on floor 3. i’ll be on and off so you can just contact me through the official number. for now i’m leaving.” he winks at you and you just look down at the speed of a thunder. oof atleast he’s gone.

“what’s with you and mr.choi ?”

whipping your head at mingyu’s direction you just freeze because..yeah..no.

“nothing. i’m just anxious i think.”

“cool. anyways can i have your number??”

“HUH”

“what ! we’re going to work together until how many ever years we’ll need it come on.”

“uh yeah right haha” at this point you’re just fake laughing at anything and everything because you still can’t process what happened the whole day.

to be honest everything else about this day was good. the office was amazing,just like you thought. you were going to work under something that you loved,fashion.

you loved fashion business and your parents were terribly against it. but god you fought. fought so bad to be here. to do something you love.

and mingyu was a good guy too. he was talkative,a good company and you were satisfied of everything except one. seungcheol.

tags : @thepoopdokyeomtouched @leah-rose03 @wonwootakemyheart @aaniag @fragmentof-indifference

[roncheg]

I want to share something, long post:)

This week i am intensely feeling that time is, indeed, relative.

So many things happened at once and I am very happy in the moment, f* anxiety, I decided to fully enjoy the experience (thanks, therapy☺️).

So, last February things at my previous job became unbearable and i quit juuust before the burnout started to affect me for real.

No, that's not right, I've got health problems from this, it WAS affecting me badly (sincerely, fuck people, who do this to other people, I hope they'll burn in hell for causing me that much stress).

The following months were filled with existential and financial dread, weak attempts at getting my life back on track and even figuring out what I am and what I want and can do (do not recommend, it feels awful but I've got some of my documents in order; got my oven repaired (it's been broken for years); got the second piercing in my ear; fallen hard in a new fandom and got an old-new friend)).

My relatives were understanding for about 2months, then there were dreadful probing questions - are you looking for a job? will you work soon? (and I spent last 15years working, busting my ass - I have resources to be unemployed for about a year). Thanks for feeding my anxiety, I guess.

Unfortunately, I found out that I am not ready to work as an artist on commission, it's too taxing on my ability to create, that path is closed for me now(((

Three month later at a pretty low point I secured a job in a completely different field than my previous career path, though it did have qualities, I thought I needed the most - easy, boring, close to home.

After a month it was unbearable, so, last Tuesday at a lunch break I casually went to a job searching app; sent my resume to a couple of companies in a field related to my previous professional experience, got a couple of interview invites, called them back right away; AND

one of the companies turned out to be a start-up that some of my colleagues from previous-previous job founded)

By last Thursday I went to the coziest interview I've ever had in my life; this Monday I quit a boring job; by this Wednesday I started working at the start-up; it's been 3 days and I have SO MANY adventures related to the new place, so many positive feelings about it, I still kinda cannot believe that this is happening.

And I really feel like a lifetime has passed since this Monday. So, yeah. Time is relative.

Wish me luck.

[faceeeeee]

I wonder if you made backstories for the tadc employees or smh-

(I wanna know Gangle's :3)

I have some concepts and ideas in my mind but it's all very vague and I haven't written anything down so forgive me for any incoherent sentences or messy writting:

Pam:

Ever since she left for college she cut all contact with her family and "friends" (she calls them acquaintances/contacts) and put all of her attention in her studies. She graduated at the top of her class in computer sciences and got hired at C&A almost immediately. The moment she left college she noticed a sudden shift in her routine. She dedicated her entire life into her studies and grades and completely disregarded any social interactions, hobbies.... She excepted that when she got a job, all of her problems would've been solved but she found out that she was wrong. Her first few months at the company were okay to say the least but as time went by she felt more and more empty and depressed. Her lack of social skills and pride didn't help either and rejected all of her coworker's attempts to befriend her. So she spent her time either overworking herself, drinking or sleeping. She worked in that company for 5 whole years: Her sleep schedule was a mess, her salary wasn't exactly ideal and she started taking anti-depresants and a hunch of other stuff and Reggie's disappearance (or "temporary departure") took a toll on her. Not only because her boss decided to make her the head of her department but also because he was the only one who was still willing to talk to her. So now she was left with a bunch of deadlines and work and the only one who even looked at her and said hello every morning was now gone. Her life was shit, basically, so why not try again in a new life, a new world and with new memories?

Reggie:

Good ol' Reggie has been working in the company for 18 years now and he couldn't be happier. He had a decent childhood, a loving wife and a decent job that keeps the both of them stable! And a father-daughter relationship with Genevieve, so he couldn't be more happy with life! The only thing he wishes is that he could have more time to spend with his family and his hobbies (he keeps and collects cool bugs, obviously :) ) and that the company wasn't so strict with deadlines and such. He is the head of the programming department so he has a lot of work on his plate...but it's all for a good cause: the digital circus! In his eyes, it's a magical place that helps people to to distract themselves for a while and to have a little fun before they return to their normal lives! So you can imagine his excitement once his boss told him that they were going to let the staff be actual play testers! He was ECSTATIC! he spent YEARS fixing and refining the digital plains so of course he decided to be one of the first playtesters. Queenie was a little hesitant at first but he told her not to worry! He knew that the code was a little finicky at times but that's okay! He has Pam and the rest of the staff to take care of it if anything goes wrong, after all he wholeheartedly trusts them :) nothing could possibly go wrong right?

Jack:

Dear Jack....the C.E.O's son. He has been wandering around the company for a few years now, working in some low paying positions to earn a little pocket money from his parent. He's known as the office's little miscreant as he just goofs around all day and nobody can touch him or say anything cause if they do they're gonna get fired! Ain't that fun? But his luck runs out when even the C.E.O has had enough of his bullshit and offers him to take a little time off from his studies and work to go and be a beta testers for his folks vr experience. Ain't that idea fun? Just log in, fuck around and then come back for dinner, right?

Agatha:

Agatha, a hard working gal with lots of siblings to take care off. Her folks aren't around to help her so she takes care of em all throughout college until she gets the position in the robotics department! She goes up the ranks and even becomes the head of her department :). She mainly works with the headset design and with the new technology that the company has introduced. She has never seen anything like it: with it you can feel and hear your surroundings whilst hooked to the digital plains. So when she heard that they were offering people to beta test the digital world she couldn't help but to want to experience all of those things herself! She does wonder why they have to have her sign a contract but she trusts the company. She has been with them for some time now and the staff and boss have been nice to her so far, so why wouldn't she trust them?

Genevieve:

Dear Genevieve has had a sort of rocky life. Her mother has been very overprotective over her and that has left her with no real life experiences. She was homeschooled almost her entire life so when she entered college she had a hard time adjusting to her new routines. She's very explosive emotionally and very finicky over her personal space so she couldn't (or didn't want to) make acquaintances and so, she made it to the company with no connections apart from her obsessive mother, just like Pam. She worked a year and a half in the company, and that was enough time to meet and befriend Reggie. At first she was very wary of him and very hostile to him. But good ol' Reggie just keeps saying hi to her every morning, just like he does with every employee he sees. One day, when they were both on break, Reggie tried to break the ice and tried to start some small talk with her. She got scared and basically yelled all sorts of barbaric things to him and he just gave her a warm smile. Nothing can hurt this man, god. Genevieve was surprised that he hadn't yelled back at her or left and stared at him for a while. Then guilt overcame her and she started sobbing. Reggie comforted her as best as he could and since then they formed a bond. So when she learned that he had left to be a beta tester she was again left alone in the office. Desperate for his comfort and precense she decided to follow him to the digital circus...

Zephyr:

They had a relatively normal life (apart from an accident that left them without a bloody leg but it's alright), graduated from art school and started working at C&A. They overestimated the pressure and stress that came with working at the company to the point that they were exhausted. They would've left if it wasn't for the fact that getting a job with their degree was extremely difficult and the chances for getting hired were very slim. So they kept on working. They worked day and night. A million coffee cups had started to pile up on their desk and they had severe bags under their eyes. They were tired, so very fucking tired. Why wouldn't they try to escape reality for a bit? Goof around in the digital plains, maybe use it as some sort of rage room. Maybe they could do all of the things that they had thought of without any consequences. Yeah, just for a little bit....it couldn't hurt, right?

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Adventure 4 - Townhall Welcome

Surprisingly, after an abysmal internship, the company decided to convert me. A few days after I started as a full timer, there was a company wide quarterly townhall.

It was just boring old company updates that no one was listening to. But everyone had to be present in person. Half way through the townhall, I received at text on my company messaging app. To my surprise, it was from the MILF I banged when I was an intern (Sarah).

Here are the important parts

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MILF Sarah: Saw you at the townhall. You converted?

Me: yeaaa. hahaha you're still here?

MILF Sarah: of course. where else to go.

Me: hahaha

... some back and forth chat

Me: Where are you even seated? Can't find you

MILF Sarah: To boring so I left.

Me: Huh? can meh

MILF Sarah:

MILF Sarah: Come join me!

Me: fuckk you send on company chat?

MILF Sarah: You coming or not..

Me: otw. where this

...

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Sorry cant post the real one cuz it might reveal where I worked. So this will have to do.

I went straight to the location. It was a very secluded area of the office and hidden behind 2 doors is an emergency staircase. I could hear the moaning get louder and louder as I got nearer and near.

When I finally saw her, she looked at me and said "What took you so long" before crawling over and started undoing my pants.

"Looks like some one is hungry"

"You have no idea daddy. I missed your cock so badly"

"Then you better cherish the moment"

My dick sprang out and i forced it straight into her mouth. She sucked on it like she had not sucked dick for a long time.

"Oh fk... yesss.. my .. mouth have.. not been.. stretched and .. used.. this much .. for .. soo .... long" she tries to speak while sucking my dick.

"yess suck it just like that. keep that pussy wet while youre sucking"

"yes... daddy" her hands went down and started rubbing her clit.

Sarah's dick sucking skills were so good that I was already on the edge of cumming but i stopped her as I did not want the fun to end just yet.

"What's wrong"

"I'm not ready to cum yet. I want to make you smell like a whore today"

"how are you..." I pulled her up before she finished, put one leg over my shoulder and thrusted my dick into her pussy. She let out a loud scream of pleasure as I continued fucking her senseless. As I kept fucking her, I pulled on her hair to make her look up at me and then spat in her face. (tbh i just tried my luck)

"You like being degraded like that? Used like a sex toy"

"Yesss mhmmm yess"

"Yes who?" I pulled on her nipples before giving her huge tits and big slap that echoed the staircase.

"Yes daddy! yes daddy"

Her tits got redder as I continued slapping them. I felt her legs slowly tensing up and she was taking deeper breaths. So I increased the pace and continued in that position.

"Dont stop keep going! harder harder... ohhhfkkkk"

She let out one last gasp before her legs gave way and I caught her. I placed her down on the floor as she was left there trembling for a few moments. While she was recovering, I continued to stroke my dick. Something about looking at girls in that state makes me even more horny.

"Fkk haven't cum so hard in awhile or ever" she said as she gained back her senses.

"Time for me to return the..." she continued and when she looked up, I shot my cum straight at her face without warning. My cum covered her face and was dripping down to her body and clothes.

"Oops hehe. Told you you would smell like a whore" I gave her the dirty grin.

"FUCKK how am I gonna clean up"

"Don't you have gym clothes at your desk? just wear those home. Heres some tissue to clean your face"

She calmed down and cleaned up her face. We saw the time and it was already late. Townhall ended 30mins ago and she got 3 miss calls from her husband who was picking her up.

I followed her to change (may or may not have been watching) and we walked down to the lobby together. The husband saw and remembered me! Had a quick convo and told him I was waiting for a cab to go home. He asked where I stayed and turns out its near their place so they offered me a ride home which I could not refuse.

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Strangers in Love

Chapter 3

Discord 18+ - Twitter - Kofi

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Female Reader

Summary: Dinner with Nanami finally happens.

Genre: Divorce AU

Story Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Divorce, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Arguments, Ex-Husband Nanami Kento

About a week after your run in with Nanami, you’re sitting in a meeting at work jotting down notes as your supervisor droned on about the next company product release. Your phone vibrated and you flipped it over from its facedown position on the long table to see Nanami’s name light up on the screen. 

Nanami Kento: Good afternoon. I hope your day is going well. I never heard back from you about a potential meetup. I don’t want to bother you, so if you’re not comfortable with it, please let me know. I completely understand if you’re not. 

You would reply later. Maybe. Probably not. You were about to lay your phone back down when it vibrated with another message from him. 

Nanami Kento: Although, I cannot say I wouldn’t love the opportunity to see you again. If you are still open to making plans, I’d be happy to take you to lunch or dinner. 

You felt your heart crawl into your throat at his words. During your marriage, Nanami had never been a big texter even when things were good between you two. This Nanami, who was more open and put in the effort to reach out, was… nice, different . You had to admit the nostalgic part of you yearned to see him again. 

Okay, I guess it wouldn’t hurt, you thought even though you didn’t believe it. You would meet Nanami for dinner, pretend you weren't together for a good chunk of your younger years, catch-up like old friends. After that, you would move on with your life and forget about Nanami again.

You put your phone back down until the meeting was wrapped up. Once back in your office, you checked your calendar for availability before texting Nanami back. 

You: Hi Nanami. My day is going well. I hope it’s the same for you. I’m available at 6pm next Friday if that works for you?

It took him all of two minutes to text you back. 

Nanami Kento: Excellent. Would you like me to pick you up? I don’t mind.

You hesitated, the idea of Nanami knowing where you live feeling too intimate for your currently strained relationship - or lack thereof. 

You: Thank you for the offer, but I’ll meet you there. 

Nanami Kento: Okay. I will text you the details later. Have a good rest of your day. See you next week.

Now, on the night of your dinner, you’re pacing around your apartment, phone wedged between your ear and your shoulder as you attempt to put your earrings on. You’ve gone through about twelve pairs by now and have changed your outfit at least four times. Nothing you put on feels quite right. You settle on a simple strapless form fitting dress and heels. 

“Are you sure you wanna meet up with him?” Satoru asks on the other end of the line. His voice is muffled, no doubt scarfing down some too sweet snack. 

Gojo’s question rang through your mind as you adjusted your dress. No, you were not sure but you were curious to see why Nanami pushed so hard for this. A part of you would be lying if you didn’t say you were feeling excited. Nervous, fucking terrified , but excited nonetheless. At some point in time, you and Nanami shared a friendship and you hoped that made this dinner easier to get through.

“It’s a little late to change my mind, Satoru. I’m damn near out the door already.” 

He hummed. “Do you want me to go? Just for support. You won’t even know I’m there. I’ll like…hide behind a plant or something.”

You snorted. “Yeah, the bright white hair and eyes that practically glow in the dark won’t give you away at all.”

Gojo lets out a loud laugh. “Well, I offered. Let me know how it goes. Call me if you need an excuse to leave. Good luck!” 

You ended the call, giving yourself a once over before grabbing your keys and heading to the train station.

———

You entered the restaurant, eyes immediately landing on Nanami who stood to wave you over. You smiled politely to the hostess as you moved past her and made your way to the table. The restaurant was bustling, full of couples and coworkers out to dinner and you couldn’t help but note the dim lighting adding an almost romantic ambience. It only added to your nerves.

The closer you got to Nanami, the more overwhelmed you became seeing him dressed up in a nice navy suit with your chair pulled out waiting for you. He looked so incredibly handsome and you hated that you thought so.

“You look lovely,” he stated matter of fact, motioning for you to sit down. Still a gentleman when he wants to be. 

“Thank you. You look good too,” you returned the compliment, taking the seat and letting Nanami push your chair in. You let out a shaky breath, goosebumps spreading up your arms and your cheeks heating up as your body reacted to the familiar smell of Nanami’s cologne surrounding you. After all this time, he still had an effect on you with little to no effort made on his part. He took the seat across from you. The soft light from the candle sitting on the table added to the sharpness of his face and you thought he looked so much younger than you remembered - definitely far less tired. 

“I hope you don’t mind,” he spoke softly, “I went ahead and ordered a bottle of merlot for us.”

“Oh,” you replied in surprise, which must have made Nanami’s nerves kick in because he pinched the bridge of his nose and suddenly began rambling.

“I apologize. That was presumptuous of me. I should have asked first beforehand. I don’t even know if you still like merlot. I just thought—“

“Nanami,” you interrupted. “It’s totally fine. Merlot is still my favorite. Thank you.” You offered him a soft smile, hoping to ease his obvious anxiety and your own. He returned the gesture, the tension in his shoulders dissipating. 

The waiter arrived shortly with two glasses and the bottle of merlot Nanami had ordered. He poured for you both before agreeing to give you a few minutes to look over the menu.

“Thank you for coming out tonight.”

“Yeah, of course.” You lied. You almost didn’t come. You brought your glass of wine up to your lips trying to busy yourself as the silence between you two grew.

“I will be honest. This is a little awkward.” Nanami spoke up.

You spit your wine back into your glass as a laugh escaped you. That was an understatement.

“Yeah, just a little bit. I’m sorry. This is so weird. I guess I should ask how you’ve been?” You tried to push past how uncomfortable this was quickly becoming. 

Nanami nodded, hands coming up from his lap to smooth down the tablecloth in front of him and you recognized this as a nervous tick he still had. You remembered Nanami would fidget when uncomfortable, doing anything to keep his hands moving and soothe his nerves. It was comforting to know that that had not changed.

“I’ve been good. Spent some time in Sendai - a few years actually. Very nice place. You should go and see it if you ever get a chance. I just recently moved back and started my new position a few weeks ago.”

“Oh?” You questioned as you opened your menu to browse your options. Chicken sounded good tonight. “Are you still working as a salaryman?”

He shook his head, his nose scrunching at your question as he looked over his own menu. “Absolutely not. I’m a marketing manager now for a major company in Tokyo.”

You hummed, eyes landing on what you wanted to order. “Sounds busy.”

Nanami shut his menu and placed it on the edge of the table before replying, “Actually, it’s the most free I’ve ever felt working. I come and go as I please. I get my weekends off and plenty of vacation time.”

You glanced up to find him staring intensely at you, almost as though he was gauging your reaction.

“That’s nice, Nanami. You deserve a job where you’re able to relax and have some free time to yourself.”

Nanami opened his mouth to speak, but the waiter approached to take your orders, sticking a metaphorical pin in this conversation. Once your orders had been placed and your waiter left the two of you alone, you found it a bit difficult to start the conversation back up. You figured this would be strange, but damn it was downright painful whenever it was silent. Nanami again, was the first to speak up.

“Thank you again for coming. I know it must have taken a lot of thought before agreeing.”

You nodded. He was right. 

“I definitely was not sure I wanted to do this if I’m being completely honest.” It was your turn to fidget now. You smoothed down your already smooth dress in your lap, avoiding Nanami’s gaze. 

He hummed in response before pushing forward. 

“So, tell me what you’ve been up to”, he offers. He’s trying to move the conversation along and you can appreciate that.

“Hmm, well I’m working now as a Senior Project Manager at the moment. It’s a good job, well paying and not stressful. I’ve been taking cooking classes recently. I make a mean rotisserie chicken.” You fill Nanami in on the basic parts of your life as your food arrives. 

Nanami smiles softly as you speak, his eyes sparkling in the candlelight as he sips his wine. His gaze never leaves yours, an indicator that you have his full attention and your heart flutters in your chest because you can’t even deny that you missed this. 

You finally let a comfortable silence fall over you both as you eat, the only sounds being the background noise of the restaurant and your cutlery hitting the plate. The food is delicious and it reminds you all the times you and Nanami used to share meals together, simply enjoying each other’s company. 

Nanami finishes his meal first, his eyes roving over you as he finishes his glass of wine and pours another. He clears his throat before speaking.

“It sounds like life is quite interesting for you”, he begins. You finish your meal, wiping your mouth with a napkin as he continues. “I’m glad you’re doing well for yourself.”

“Likewise”, you offer. The night has gone so well. You aren’t sure what you were worried about, or Gojo for that matter. You chuckle to yourself as you remember his earlier offer. 

“What’s so funny?” Nanami asks, his own smile spreading across his cheeks as he watches your amusement. You shake your head, deciding the night has gone well enough that Nanami may find this funny as well. 

“Just that when I was getting ready to come here, I was on the phone with Satoru”, you somehow missed the tick in Nanami’s jaw at the mention of your friend’s name. “And he could tell I was nervous. He’s so funny…he actually offered to come here and hide behind a plant to spy on us.” You giggle, recalling Gojo’s joke to Nanami.

Nanami gives you a dry chuckle. “Hilarious”, he deadpans.

He’s watching you intensely again. Like he wants to say something, but he’s thinking better of it. You hope he keeps his thoughts to himself, but he doesn’t. 

“Satoru…” he mumbles, testing the name. “You two must be close for you to be using his first name so casually now.”

You don’t particularly like his tone, but you know there’s history between Nanami and Gojo. They weren’t exactly the best of friends in high school, both of them having polar opposite personalities. They just didn’t quite mesh. But that had no bearing on the present. Yes, you were close with Gojo. Over the years, he had become a good friend and nothing more. You don’t know why you feel the need to stress this to Nanami, but you do.

“I mean, yes. We’re close, but—.”

“Are you together? Dating?” He interrupts, which only irritates you. 

“What? No, Satoru and I are just friends, Nanami.”

He scoffs, unable to hide the crease in his brow holding his irritation. “Right. With the way you ogled each other that day at the coffee shop, I’m sure.”

You blink, eyes wide. You’re taken aback from this sudden shift in his mood. Where was this coming from?

“Even if Satoru and I were dating, it’s honestly none of your business. You don’t think it’s a little weird asking me this, Nanami?”

“So it’s Satoru for him, but I’m just Nanami now?” He sighed. 

“What else do you expect me to call you? I haven’t seen you in half a decade. A little weird to call you Ken or Kento now, don’t you think?”

“Even so, I’ve known you longer. We were married once—“

“ And now we’re not .” You hiss, cutting him off. His eyes widen slightly at your tone. You never were one to lose your temper with him, but he was starting to push you. You took a deep breath, making sure to lower your voice. “You have to be kidding me with this petty shit right now.”

The conversation came to a brief pause as the waiter approached to clear your table of your plates and drop off the check. Nanami reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his card, handing it to the waiter without glancing at the paper. His eyes never left yours, the tension is his jaw apparent.

As the waiter left, Nanami cleared his throat to speak, but you cut him off again.

“After everything, you have no right to try and pry into my personal life and then get upset with me based on your own assumptions. You lost that right when you chose not to fight for our marriage and took a nap instead.” The words left your mouth before you could stop them. Maybe it was the wine talking, or the tension between you both, or the way Nanami was acting like he still had some sort of claim over you, but you weren’t going to back down from him this time.

He’s shocked, his brows stitching together in anger. “Or you could have been an adult that night. Instead of waiting to talk about it when I wasn’t exhausted from working towards our dream, you ran away.”

“It was never our dream, Nanami! It was always yours.” You spit back at him, trying to ignore the angry tears threatening to spill. “ You wanted to move, you saw a future in Malaysia and you let it consume everything around you until you had nothing left. Explain to me how that’s my fault.” Your voice shook with rage, your chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. This man was so infuriating.

Okay. Clearly, you both had some unresolved feelings. While you felt a weight lifted off your chest, a relief you didn’t know you needed telling him this, you knew one thing - you never wanted to see Kento Nanami again after tonight.

Nanami said nothing and you watched as the muscle in his jaw ticked over and over and over, the growing silence only fueling your irritation. 

“Nothing to say now?” You let out a dry laugh. “So on brand for you honestly. I don’t know why I expected you could have an actual conversation about the hard stuff instead of dismissing it.”

You stood from your chair, grabbing your belongings. “Thank you for dinner, Nanami”, you muttered, not meeting his eyes. “Please don’t contact me again.”

You scurried past him and to the elevators, not bothering to wipe the tears now falling. You pressed the button to go down, wishing the elevator doors to open so you could leave as quickly as possible. You chanced a glance back at Nanami only to see his chair empty. Maybe he took the stairs. The elevator doors opened and you stepped inside, pressing the lobby button. 

This was not how you wanted the night to end. Nanami had never been a jealous person in all the time you had known him, but you calling Gojo by his first name was what set him off? You couldn’t wrap your head around it. And what he said to you…

You shook the memories from your head as you leaned back against the wall, letting out a deep sigh as the doors started shutting. Finally, you could run away from here and never look back, never see Nanami again and fully move on with your life. A large hand flew between the doors and your stomach sank, watching as the doors reopened and Nanami stepped into the elevator. Unfortunately for you, the doors closed and left you two alone.

Nanami wasted no time, turning to face you, stopping when he sees your tear stained cheeks. He takes a step towards you and reaches a hand forward. You know you should move, step out of his reach, but you don’t. You let Nanami brush his fingers across your cheek before his hand cups the back of your head and pulls you forward into an embrace.

Your face is buried in his chest, your senses completely overwhelmed with only him. Nanami runs his fingers through your hair and the dam breaks. Your hands fly up to grab on to his jacket, balling the material up in your fists and you sob into him. Your tears soak through his shirt, but you don’t care. The weight of tonight - of seeing Nanami, being reminded of why you left, of your argument - it all comes crashing down on you and you can’t help but to cry into him. 

His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer, his voice coming out barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry”, he breathes into your hair. You didn’t expect this. You fully expected Nanami to let you leave and do what he did originally - leave you alone. You lean back slightly to look up at him, finally calming yourself down. He looks genuinely remorseful, his own eyes appearing to be holding back their own tears. You hadn’t seen this side of Nanami in so long. You felt your cheeks heat up, no doubt darkening as you both stared intensely into each other’s eyes.

His hands slide up to hold your face and you find yourself holding your breath, your own hands coming up to gently hold his wrists. Your heart is pounding so hard, you wonder if Nanami can hear it. He leans forward and you think he’s going to kiss you, your head automatically tilting up to meet him. But he doesn’t. He runs the tip of his nose up and down the bridge of yours over and over, letting out a shaky breath before he presses his forehead to yours.

“I’m a jealous man and I know I have no right to be. But I can’t stand before you and lie. I acted out. I’m so sorry. Don’t hate me.”

The hold you have on his wrists tighten as you move your nose against his - a small act of intimacy you both indulged in ages ago that you had honestly forgotten about, though your body seemed to remember on its own.

“I’m so sorry. Please forgive me”, He begs. And for a moment, you wonder if he’s apologizing for more than just tonight. “I don’t know what came over me. Please don’t shut me out again. I can’t lose you again. I’m sorry. ”

You inhale shakily. How could you say no to him when he had been trying so hard all night? And though the night went left, a part of you didn’t want to lose Nanami again either.

“Okay”, you whisper.

You’re both standing in the elevator, noses kissing repeatedly until the sound of someone clearing their throat breaks through the silence. You jump apart, quickly realizing you were in the lobby and had an audience waiting to get in. You both apologized profusely before stepping out together.

Nanami checks his watch before turning to you. “Can I- uh give you a ride home? It’s pretty late.”

You nod, accepting that you don’t want to go your separate ways just yet.

———

The ride to your apartment is quiet, but this time it’s a comfortable silence. You can feel Nanami sneaking peeks at you, maybe wanting to speak up but ultimately deciding against it lest he put his foot in his mouth again. You don’t hold it against him. You’re happy to sit in this pocket of peace with him for the time being.

As you pull up, you feel your heartbeat pick up again knowing the end of the night is upon you. Nanami parks the car and turns it off before he gets out and moves to your side to open the door for you. You climb out and give him a gracious smile, moving past him to walk to your door. He follows you, eyes scanning your surroundings.

You reach your door and unlock it. You turn back to Nanami, whose eyes are glued to you. You take in his features. That blonde hair you once loved running your fingers through, those sharp cheekbones you once loved to kiss, those big hands he used to hold you with and you admit to yourself that you miss him. You’ve missed him for so long you can’t remember a time when you didn’t. You missing him was the entire reason you left. You missing him was the reason you couldn’t seem to tell him goodnight and go into your apartment.

Nanami smiles down at you. “Thank you again for having dinner with me. I know the night ended on a sour note and I can’t apologize enough.” He leans down to press a soft kiss on your cheek, wishing you goodnight after.

He turns to leave and like a reflex, your hand shoots out to grab his arm. He spins around, giving you a quizzical look. You don’t know what you’re doing. You don’t know why you’re doing it. You only know that you miss him . So before you can change your mind, you open the door to your apartment and whisper, “Stay”.

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The Economics of Limbus: why the Gacha isn't really worth it and why that's kinda cool actually

Preface, if you are new this doesn't apply to you but is worth keeping in mind, please read the whole thing.

Summarizing some cool things about Limbus Company and it's internal economy:

In Limbus Company you get a minimum of 750 Lunacy a week (usually more like 1050 because of various apolunacy or maintenance compensation) which is our Gacha currency. This comes out to roughly 25 - 30 pulls a month (not counting events, story, random gifts), which is more than par for this monetization model. Banner Pity is at 200 pulls and it doesn't carry over between banners, which in a vacuum kinda sucks shit, but Limbus is unique in having the Dispensary, a system where you outright buy IDs (units) for grindable currency (shards/shard boxes) which is gained from the primary mode of play (Mirror Dungeons, also called MD).

This is where the battle pass comes in. The battle pass gives 1 shard box for every level over 120 and the premium battle pass triples that output. It's not even terribly hard to max it out to begin with; a dedicated player can have it done before the respective Chapter is fully released as weekly content gives 30 BP levels and a single MD run otherwise gives you 3. This should also tell you just how many shard boxes you can grind out.

The consequence of all the above is that it's really easy to get the IDs you want. In fact, Limbus Company is the kind of Gacha game where you can get most if not all units from dedication more so than luck. The only limiting factor to grinding is, of course, daily stamina.

Here's the funny thing.

You get 750 currency a week as mentioned, but it only costs 26 for your first daily full stamina refresh, with the cost doubling every time after. You can daily refresh twice a day and still be Lunacy positive for the week. More importantly, it is mathematically more valuable to turn Lunacy into Stamina for acquiring IDs.

Buying stamina isn't new for a Gacha game, nor is the idea of doing so being better for your account. There comes a point where upgrade materials are more helpful than new units; most games have a point where buying stamina over pulling is the norm. However, most games don't let you fucking buy every unit with stamina locked currency.

The math on this is a little complicated and varies with your stamina cap which adjusts with your account level, but if you turn Lunacy into stamina you can grind more Mirror Dungeons for more BP levels for more shard boxes in a way that's more efficient resource-wise for getting units. A single 10 pull for 1300 Lunacy is the equivalent to 300-ish shard boxes if you double refresh over 16 days (or 500-ish boxes if you single refresh over 50 days). That is a guaranteed 3 star ID as opposed to a 2% chance for the same price, hell its a better deal as shard boxes give 1-3 shards and it costs 400 shards for a 3 star, you get an average of 1.7 3 stars worth of shards.

If a given banner unit interests you its far better to just buy the unit outright than pull, which is ultimately not too hard to grind out even with normal stamina gain without even thinking about refreshing. The end result of this is that you can get some of the best units very quickly and the game becomes a collector and more about team building and fun interactions, which the game design is leaning into. You can enjoy most of the roster and diverse gameplay without needing to whale and I think that is one of the things that sets Limbus apart.

Pictured, my collection of some of the best IDs in the game as a BP only player who took a 3 month break

CAVEATS

THIS DOES NOT APPLY TO NEW PLAYERS. A new player should still pull as normal because you will get something new almost every 10 pull for your first, like, 200 pulls. In addition, you need to actually be able to grind MD successfully and quickly for this to be worth it. Focus on beating up to or beyond Canto V before even thinking about this, and even then I'd say its early.

The math for this is very different if you don't have the premium battle pass. Remember, you get 2/3 fewer shard boxes per BP level on just the free pass. While it is still worth considering, a free account will have a much longer grind to do for similar results, but you can still have fun and use good units even without this method. For the record, the Limbus Pass is extremally worthwhile a purchase if you want to play this to the fullest, $14 every 4 months is barely Dolphining and you get a whole host of other powerful benefits, including broken EGO and even guaranteed seasonal 3 star tickets.

You have to grind. A lot. This isn't so straightforward as just Lunacy to Stamina to Boxes to Units, to convert stamina to boxes involves doing Mirror Dungeon. Thankfully Mirror Dungeons are a fun and entertaining roguelike gamemode, but it will take 30 minutes to do 1 run, 20 if you are speedrunning it with the best units. A full days' stamina is about 4 runs' worth, and 2 refreshes is about the same, so ask yourself if you are willing to spend 2+ hours a day doing MD runs for the unit you want? Limbus actually let's you convert stamina into stamina modules that have no cap and are what's actually used for content, you can just log in, convert, then do runs on the weekend. It's a good model that respects your time.

And the last and by far biggest caveat...

Walpurgisnacht

That will be its own post.

This post also won't get into stuff like Upties or Thread but keep in mind the above statement about how stamina becoming more useful than pulls is typical of Gacha games and Limbus is no exception as far as needing a lot of ascension/upgrade materials. Not as much as others, but units still need raising and all the above logic can be used even when you have everything and now need to get them useable.

Conclusions are hard, play Limbus Company.

[decks-writing-blog]

Here to Stay Drabbles: He's a Person

Summary: Breen has a chat with Gordon about Benrey

[A/N] A sequel to chapter 13. In which Breen sees Benrey driving Gordon's car around town.

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Being called into the boss’ office was never fun but Gordon wasn’t about to let himself be outwardly intimidated. With Black Mesa on track to being well established – even if it would take years upon years to reach the size it had been before the Resonance Cascade – he didn’t have as much leverage against Breen as he’d had upon helping kickstart that rebuilding process. But he was still much higher up in the company, answerable only to Breen himself. And with how small their numbers were he’d have to do something really bad to get fired which he hadn’t done. So he wasn’t powerless in whatever this situation was. And thus he walked in with a straight back, forward gaze and not fiddling with his gunhand despite desperately wanting to turn it to make it make that satisfying clicking sound and feel that had grown to be far more soothing than it had any right to be.

Breen, seated at his desk, looked up at him as he entered. “Close the door and have a seat, Dr. Freeman.”

Gordon obeyed. “What’s this about?” Did he sound sufficiently nonchalant and mildly annoyed at the disruption?

“It has come to my attention that you’re in possession of one of Black Mesa’s experiments. One that presumably escaped during the fallout of the Resonance Cascade.”

Oh no! How did he know? They’d been trying so hard to keep Benrey a secret. … Maybe, hopefully,it somehow wasn’t about Benrey. “What do you mean?”

“I saw it driving your car.”

In hindsight, maybe this shouldn’t be surprising. Tuefort was a small town, it was only a matter of time before someone from the lab caught sight of Benrey, especially now that he had access to the car, allowing him to go out more often and further. Bad luck it was someone who recognized him.

But now Gordon had two options. Come clean and make a case for why Benrey was a person and not property or an experiment belonging to Black Mesa. Or try to continue to keep him secret and lie by saying his car had been stolen. Since giving Benrey a key to the car, he’d come into work with Dr. Coomer or Tommy fairly often anyway, so he could maybe make it believable. … That lie might lead to them viewing Benrey as a rogue experiment on the loose that was stealing cars and thus a potential risk to Black Mesa should he be caught committing crimes. Which would probably lead to the former being necessary anyway. So might as well just cut to the chase before the silence answered for him. The cat was out of the bag and there was no putting it back in.

“That’s Benrey. He was part of the group I escaped Black Mesa with after the Resonance Cascade. He’s not a threat or a problem or a thing to be possessed by Black Mesa or anyone else. He’s a person.”

Breen frowned as he folded his hands on his desk between them. “Very well. We currently lack the resources to deal with it anyway. So as long as you promise to keep an eye on it and make sure it doesn’t do anything to jeopardize us with the law or the media when we’re already in such a precarious position, I’ll let your not reporting it immediately slide.”

Almost Gordon lifted his gunhand to point at Breen. Even if he had no intention to fire it, showing his anger like that wouldn’t do him or Benrey any favors. “Didn’t you hear what I just said? He’s a person. I’m not ‘keeping an eye’ on him to make sure he doesn’t do anything naughty or whatever. And I didn’t need to report him because again, he’s a fucking person, not Black Mesa’s plaything.”

Breen’s frowned deepened but Gordon didn’t care anymore. He’d been through Benrey’s files so he knew what Black Mesa had done to him. And thus he wasn’t about to sit here and just let Breen talk about Benrey as if he were an experiment or an object to be possessed.

For a moment Breen looked like he was going to argue but instead after several seconds of silence, he sat back with a sigh. “Very well. I’m not unreasonable. And I’m not familiar with all the specifics of the experiment that produced i- him, so perhaps it is possible they did create a person on accident. If possible I would like to meet him.”

“Huh?” Gordon hadn’t expected him to fold so easily. “Is this like… a trap? You want me to bring him into the lab so you can try to capture him or something?” Not that they were likely to succeed. As far as Gordon knew, all the glass that had been special made to contain Benrey had been pilfered and destroyed, its remnants buried in the dessert. But still the thought of anyone trying made him angry.

“No. But we’re on thin ice with the military currently. If they find out we have anything alive that’s related to Xen, they’ll want it and they’ll do everything in their power to take it. And in general, if it gets out publicly that we created… whatever the fuck he is, I’m not sure what’ll happen but we certainly don’t need that kind of publicity right now. So if he really is a person, I would like an assurance from him that he won’t do anything to draw too much attention on himself or Black Mesa.”

That wasn’t an unreasonable request actually. And maybe if Breen met Benrey and had a real talk with him, he’d see for himself that Benrey was a fully thinking person and thus any talk or eve thought of him being an experiment of Black Mesa’s would be discarded. So… “All right. I’ll ask him then. If he doesn’t want to come down and talk to you though, I’m not making him.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to. Bring him into work with you tomorrow or whenever he’s willing to come in. For now, your dismissed.” He lifted a hand in a dismissive gesture.

“Uh… all right then. Sure.” Gordon got up and left the office. That had somehow gone both worse and better than he’d feared. He’d talk to Benrey about it when he got home. Probably he wouldn’t want to come, right? But then again, he was often unpredictable so who knows for sure? He’d do his due diligence and tell him about his conversation with Breen though.

[handoverthekawaii]

We Go Together | Homelander x You | Chapter 1

Taglist: @hom3landr

It’s a crisp spring day in New York. Parents all over town are probably scheduling park play dates for their little ones, and restauranteurs are likely dragging tables out of winter storage to take advantage of the sun and the breeze. Part of you wishes you could be at one of those restaurants, sipping coffee or nibbling on a bagel as the city moves around you. But, today, you’re on the move yourself — it’s Friday, the end of your first week as a full-time employee at Vought International.

Well, KIND OF a full-time employee, you think to yourself as your train pulls up to the platform. You’ve landed a job in the Hero Management Department, but it’s only a temporary position (“Just to fill in some unexpected gaps in Vought’s workforce,” the hiring manager had said, whatever that means.) But a temp job is still a job, and surely you’ll have enough time at the company to accomplish what you’re going there to do.

The rider seated next to you is watching the news on his laptop, without headphones of course. Since it’s not like you have a choice anyway, you halfway pay attention as the subway trundles toward Midtown Manhattan.

21 dead as protests erupt in the Middle East… Ecoterrorist group Viridi Aurora claims responsibility for Vatican blackouts… The headlines are pretty bleak, so part of you is relieved when the man switches over to VNN’s coverage of the Vought Hero Draft.

Before long, you find yourself standing on the sidewalk in front of Vought Tower. A security check and a crowded elevator ride later, you make it to your workstation just in time to clock in. The morning passes by quickly — you work on some travel reimbursement forms, then attend a sexual harassment prevention seminar alongside other new Vought employees.

You decide to make your move around three o’clock. All week long, you’ve been using your morning and afternoon breaks to roam the hallways of Vought Tower’s many floors. Yesterday morning you finally found what you’d been looking for: a simple white door in a sterile, featureless hallway.

“Personnel File Storage,” it says on the door in painted block lettering. And even though the door is warped and the lettering has started to peel, the door is secured with a deadbolt lock attached to a shiny, black keycard reader.

You’ve revisited the door multiple times since you initially located it, puzzling over how you might gain entry. Swiping your own keycard would be a horrible idea — even if the door opened, Vought security staff would know right away that you’d trespassed somewhere you weren’t meant to be.

But your walks have also led you past a keycard station in the IT Department’s warren of cubicles. It looks like an employee is intended to staff the station at all times, but you’ve never seen anyone there. With a little luck, you should be able to encode a keycard giving you access to the room, conduct your business there, and leave the card behind at the station before anyone catches on. How hard could it be?

So there you are, standing in front of “Personnel File Storage” with a freshly minted keycard in hand. Trying to steady your arm from trembling, you swipe the card through the reader — but instead of a click of the lock, instead you are greeted with a blinking red light. Access denied.

For a split second, you have no idea what to do. Did I fuck the card up? you think to yourself as, just for good measure, you swipe it again. Once again, access denied.

Maybe it’s the adrenaline coursing through your veins but, after the third try, your temper flares. “OPEN, GODDAMMIT!” you whisper to yourself as you kick the door in frustration.

“I doubt you can kick open that door wearing those shoes.” [continued in AO3]

[spookyboywhump]

Get On Your Whumpee’s Nerves (Literally)

I’ve been dealing with consistent and intense nerve pain. This is how I cope with that.

The zaps. Whumpee trying to manage the pain but there’s no ice pack big enough or over the counter painkiller strong enough to deal with the random “zaps” of pain they feel up and down their body

Whumpee who’s hobbies all require the use of their hands getting severe nerve pain in their hands/wrists. Whumpee who likes to cook being unable to even hold a knife, Whumpee who like to draw unable to hold a pencil, gamer Whumpees completely out of luck. They better get used to sitting and staring at a wall because it hurts too much to hold their phone or even a book.

Whumper knows of Whumpee’s nerve pain but just leaves them to their misery. No painkillers, no heating pads, no warm baths, no ice packs, just the cold floor of their cell and the intense ache that makes it hard for them to even move.

Whumper identifying the areas that Whumpee is most effected by and forcing them to repeatedly perform tasks or hold positions that make that pain worse and worse, punishing them when they fail to do it correctly or are in too much pain to continue

Alternatively a Caretaker who knows of whumpee’s nerve pain and absolutely dotes on them. They keep them company and spoil them rotten, bringing them every thing they could possibly need to make them more comfortable. They help them find things to make their life a little easier and hold them when it gets bad.

The sciatic nerve is the biggest bitch in the whole entire world. The only way I can think to describe this pain is that somebody put a fork in my nerves and is twirling them like fucking spaghetti noodles and I’m feeling it pull all the way from my lower back down to my foot, sometimes both feet. It hurts, it’s often immobilizing, walking can make it better but it can often make that “pull” feel much, much worse and leave me doubled over in the middle of the aisle. In my experience it gets real bad if I’m just standing in line, standing still and waiting for something. Anyways fuck with your Whumpee’s sciatic nerve.

Whumpee breaking down and just sobbing hysterically because they can’t take being in this pain anymore, nothing is relieving it and it’s so exhausting to hurt so much all the time, they don’t know what else to do but cry and cry and cry about it.

Just fuck with your Whumpee’s nerves. It fucking sucks man but god is it fun to imagine a blorbo suffering through all this.

[meepthemeeping]

Lambert finally slid onto the wall. Everything was spinning around him as he tried to focus. Geralt helped him move in, then Lambert had a night to himself at a bar. There were hardly any ladies, which killed his chances of getting laid, so he chose the next best company: whiskey. After getting hammered, he dragged himself to his apartment.

The place was an a-bit-too-fancy studio apartment on the south side, which he discovered after a fight with his last girlfriend. Kiera got pissed at him for, in her words, "being a complete douche"... The fire he caused may have added to her reasons for breaking up.

To make the night worse, his keys were nowhere to be found. He checked his jacket and even his truck, though he didn't drive tonight. There’s no point in knocking. He knows no one is inside to open the door for him. This was the first time he didn't have a roommate or a girlfriend.

Fuck.

He only needs to be called an asshole so many times before he gets the message...

He had thought things were actually going well that time, but no, it always ended eventually. He's not new to the idea of not being wanted, his own father didn't want him. He could feel tears start to form in his eyes.

"Fuckin' shit, we're not doing that," he tries to compose himself.

He has his brothers, the old man, and Ciri; they are enough for him.

Grunting through his teeth, he stood. Using a discount card from the grocery store down the street, Lambert tries to jimmy the lock. He must have left the fucking key inside; gods-fucking-damn it! While mumbling to himself, Lambert didn’t hear the footsteps behind him. The next thing he knew, he was slammed against a wall. A taller man pinned him, knocking the air out of him.

"Fuck!" He grunts. The drag of the bricks on his back was mostly shredding up his leather jacket.

"The hell do you think you're doing?" The mystery son of a whore rumbles. Looking up, he sees a man whose eyes are a chartreuse green, shining nearly yellow. He had copper tone skin and thick, wavy hair tied back in a bun.

He hissed as he could sense each brick driving its way through his coat to greet his spine. "Trying to get in, fucking duh," he growls back, too shitfaced for this. Pushed hard onto the wall, the man was nose-to-nose with him.

Of course, he was being attacked while shitfaced; that was his fucking luck. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"Shut it." The man puts pressure on his arm, barreling into his chest harder. Lambert could feel him searching his pockets. He saw his wallet and headphones thrown on the ground. There is no way in hell he was getting mugged tonight. With all the force Lambert could muster, he rammed his knee into their abdomen. He fumbles out his hands and makes a beeline for his belongings.

The man recovered quicker than he thought; the world tilted as he felt dull pain propel him down to the ground. Gasping in agony, Lambert was pinned to the unclean cement floor. "Fine! Fucking take my wallet!" He's too tired to care if some asshole steals his shit.

"Your wallet?" The attacker asked as if it were a question.

"Just take my fucking stuff; I don't care. You can have it." Lambert grumbles into the floor.

"I'm not robbing you! You tried to break into my place!" The man grinds his foot into the center of his back to emphasize his point.

"What are you talking about, you jackass? I was trying to get in my fucking apartment, then your ass showed up!"

"Are you drunk?" The man's foot lets up enough to keep him down but not be as painful. "Wait, are you in apartment 304?"

"Yes, piece of shit," Lambert says as he tries to flip him off from his pinned position.

"This is apartment 303; your place is across from mine." He let him loose, a heavy frown on his face.

Lambert scratched his head as he stumbled up. "I left my fuckin' key inside."

"How much did you drink? I'll help you." The man picked up the discount card and opened his door as if it were nothing. "Use your deadbolt next time."

"Fuck, how’d you know how to do that so fast?"

"I lock myself out a lot." He brushes him off briskly.

Lambert rolls his eyes and then waltzes to his apartment, revealing his depressing amount of furniture. From the doorway, he was sure his neighbor could see the living room. The floor has sprinkles of forgotten clothes and an abandoned bottle of frankly piss-poor beer. The walls were empty, with nothing but the dull color of light gray decorating them. The worn brown couch was lying in front of his flat screen. There was a slightly beat-up wooden table in the kitchen area.

 "Fucking finally."

"A simple man, I guess," the stranger trills.

Lambert laughed. "Fuck you, I don't keep much. Normally, the apartments I move into are filled with my roommate's shit. It's just me now." He didn't know why he was talking to the man who kicked his ass; maybe he did drink too much.

"Remember your key next time," The tall guy turns toward his door.

"Oh, blow me." He snorts, and the man lets out an admittedly nice laugh.

Lambert shuts the door, feeling his face turn red. Throwing his shoes off and then removing his jacket, he let it all drop on the floor. Who was that guy? Why has Lambert never seen him before? He is very... noticeable. Pulling off his shirt, he still felt the push of the man's heel on him. He sees the glowing spot on his lower back in the bathroom mirror.

The thought of him being underneath that guy or pinned to a wall floated in his mind... Shit. His fighting is getting rusty; he should practice. Eskel told him something about a gym near this part of town. He should talk to his neighbor later and ask where he learned to fight so well. This shit would bruise for sure.

There was a knock on his door the next day. Waking from his couch, Lambert falls onto the wooden floor. He binge-watched some show about Vikings and then must have fallen asleep. The ache in his back from the night before was made worse by the lumpy sofa. His hangover was not a fan of him moving towards the door. With a few curses here and there, he hauls himself upright.

Lambert was keenly aware of the gnarly headache that made him wobble. The room wavered, almost causing him to lose balance, and he grabbed the back of the couch for leverage. He stops once he sights something sliding under his door.

'I'm Aiden, the guy from last night. I wanted to apologize for the misunderstanding. Feel free to say hi when I am in town.'

Lambert blinked at the note.

[dalchiid]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 34

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 7,532

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 34 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, Mentions of Necrophilia, Slight Angst

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You're bored. Plain and simple. It's been two days since you've stayed locked up in Hoseok's room. He keeps you company but you're bored. You miss the library, you miss the garden, you miss being free. Or whatever constitutes as free being in your position and all that. No one has come to visit you aside from Namjoon and Yoongi two days ago when they wanted to make sure you were okay. Now you text them to try and keep in touch.

Right you texted Yoongi.

You were hesitant at first but you wanted some advice on how to push the negative things aside so you can freely live your life. He knew you were talking about the incident with Jimin and how you wanted to be free from it. He was honest and told you it's hard. When your trust in someone is destroyed there's only so much you can do. He also talked about his issue with Jiyoo and how he tries to push on because if you don't you'll never be able to live your life and he was right.

Jimin is living his life without a care of what he did to you. You're sure he's upset though because Namjoon told you that Seokjin and Yoongi told him that as punishment he's not allowed to bring his girls to the house. Not for a long while at least. He would need to find some place else where he could get away with it. Outside of that he's living life while you hide away and that wasn't fair.

You thanked Yoongi for the talk. He loves Jimin because he's his brother but he doesn't excuse his antics which you appreciate. Now you're sat on Hoseok's bed looking at the TV while pursing your lips. You're deep in thought. You think it's about time you set foot outside of here.

Turning towards Hoseok you give him a look to which he gives you one back where he's questioning you. His brows raise slightly and it's then you choose to speak.

"I want to leave the room."

Hoseok's brows raise higher. "You want to leave?"

You nod your head. "I think it's about time I do." You shift a little and look down at your phone. "I talked with Yoongi and he's convinced me that I should. Jimin gets to walk around while I stay locked up. It's not fair and I don't want my life to be ruled by his fuck up. My fuck up."

Hoseok stays silent as you speak to him. He just watches you and waits until you're done talking for him to do so.

"First of all it's not your fuck up. You're innocent in this. Second, if that's what you want then okay. We can leave the room whenever you want."

You look down at your phone as you think. You feel like you're not a brave person and can easily pull back on this but Yoongi's words inspires you to at least try. If not for you then who? Hoseok? No. You have to do this for yourself otherwise when the time comes for you to leave you'll never be able to because you're too busy hiding away from someone that isn't worth your time.

You've made a decision and look back up at Hoseok. "Can we um... can we go now?"

Hoseok sits up off of the headboard. "Now?" He nods a little. "Okay. We can do now."

You mimic him and nod. "Okay."

"Let's get changed then. Maybe we can go out too. Get something to eat and watch a movie. How does that sound?"

Not being locked up sounds good so you nod again.

"Then let's get ready and we'll check online to see what movies are out."

Sounds like a plan to you. You just don't want to be locked up anymore. Even if that means bumping into Jimin for a brief moment.

The two of you change clothes quickly. He dresses you up in the green and black lace dress he bought you the other day with flats and he mirrors your colors with his own clothes - a green satin, short sleeved, dress shirt and black jeans with his sneakers. When you realize he wants to match with you it makes you uncomfortable. You know he's doing it to show off that you're a couple, but you know if you say anything negative about it it's going to bother him and in turn he'll say and do something that'll bother you so you stay quiet.

His hand finds the back of your neck where he squeezes it softly. "Ready?"

You take in a deep breath and release it into a sigh. You're taking a moment to calm yourself from any nerves that fill your stomach before you nod. It's more to yourself but Hoseok takes it as a good enough answer. He releases his hold on you and has you trail along behind him out of the bedroom.

Hoseok walks ahead of you as he scrolls through his phone. Meanwhile your eyes are checking your surroundings as if Jimin will pop out to scare you. You wish your senses were as heightened as Hoseok's right now because he stops for a moment to look at you and asks if you're okay.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

You shake your head. "I want to do this. I can't hide forever."

His hand comes up to squeeze your arm in comfort before he slides it down to hold onto your hand.

Looking back down at his phone he extends it towards you so you can see.

"These are what's available in theaters. Anything that catches your attention?"

You grab his phone and slide through the options until you come up with one. When you show it to him he smiles.

"Then we'll watch this one."

To be honest you weren't paying much attention to what movie you chose but you figure it'll be fine. You were just more concerned with who was roaming the halls. The usual help were around but not any of Hoseok's brothers. It brings you some relief knowing Jimin wasn't around and your captor can clearly tell this because he wraps an arm around your shoulders and brings you close.

"I don't think Jimin is home. He's probably off shopping somewhere," he says.

"Or sulking."

Hoseok hums questioningly.

"Namjoon said Seokjin and Yoongi issued a punishment for him. He's not allowed to bring... his girls to the house."

"I see."

The two of you make your way downstairs and it takes Hoseok a minute before he answers.

"Then yeah he's probably sulking somewhere. I'm sure Jungkook doesn't mind this change of events. He did always hate it when Jimin brought them over."

You grimace at the image of Jimin carrying dead women to the house. Did he bring them in body bags or what? You have no idea.

You bite your bottom lip as a question dances on the tip of your tongue. "Doesn't it bother you?"

"Me?" Hoseok questions before shrugging. "Not really. Not anymore at least."

You stare at him in disbelief.

"What? Don't give me that look."

"You just said not anymore at least."

Hoseok shrugs as he grabs his car keys. "It's not my business."

"Hoseok."

He stops walking when you do.

Hoseok sighs when he sees how adamant you're being in wanting to have this conversation. He sucks his teeth and looks off uncomfortably.

"Look Y/N I have no control over his life. Do I like that he goes around picking up dead girls to bring home? No. No I don't, but he's been doing this for decades. I don't know what started his interest in it or how he manages to convince the mortician to let him bring home the girls. I just know that this is who Jimin is and there's not much I can do about it other than to complain because his room stinks and it's seeping into the hall."

Your brows furrow as you look down at your feet. Why do you feel so thoroughly chastised? Your concerns are valid. At least you think so.

Hoseok places his hands on your arms and squeezes gently.

"I'm not upset with you I just... I don't like talking about Jimin's odd interests. Honestly, it does make me feel uncomfortable but he's a grown vampire who can do as he pleases. As long as it doesn't impact us negatively then it's fine."

You bite your bottom lip in silent thought.

It still didn't feel right to you but it's not like you have a say in the matter. What does your opinion on the situation mean to any of the brothers? Nothing. Would Jimin care if someone important said something? You guess not because you're sure the others have said something. He just doesn't care.

You look at Hoseok in discomfort. "Do... do your parents know?"

Hoseok slips his hand around your own and pulls you along with him to the garage.

"No actually. They don't." And that's all he says on that before he changes the conversation. "Do you want to eat before or after the movie?"

It gives you the slightest bit of whiplash but you know that means he's done talking about Jimin.

"Before," you say.

You'll stop bothering him about his brother. Maybe that's a discussion you'll have with Namjoon if he's willing. You're just so concerned about the morality of it all. Then again when it comes to morals it's not like Hoseok has any after what he's done to you. Everyone in this family seems to be lacking them to some extent because why else would they tolerate each other so much despite it all? You like Namjoon and Yoongi but they let their love for their brothers blind them. You'd like to think they're capable of holding their siblings accountable when need be though.

On the ride out Hoseok doesn't say anything more and leaves you with your thoughts. He only mentions the restaurant you both are going to is really good and you come to see it's a diner with decorations that make it seem like it's an old-fashioned one. It's mostly occupied by older folk and families with young children. As per usual, Hoseok's presence garners attention and the people try to act as if they haven't noticed his presence, but they sure as hell acknowledge yours and whisper amongst themselves about it.

Hoseok is making things hard for you because the day that you run away you'll be left with limited options. If everyone knows who you are where can you escape to?

The waiter that attends you both leads you off towards a more private area and you're thankful for that. The less eyes that see you the better.

He says he'll give you a minute to choose your orders after getting your drinks and you're left with Hoseok who smiles at you almost dreamily. You hate it when he looks at you like that.

"You look beautiful," he says.

You look down at your menu with a purse to your lips. You can't bring yourself to say anything back. It's almost always better that you don't anyway lest you start an argument with him.

The waiter is quick to come back once you and Hoseok have made your decisions and you order something simple. Something that'll help prevent your stomach from growling in the middle of the movie yet light enough where you won't feel nauseous from being overstuffed. It doesn't stop Hoseok from offering his food because according to him he enjoys seeing you eat.

"It makes me happy to know you're well fed."

You grunt and it makes him giggle.

"Am I really that amusing to you?" The question doesn't come out harsh. You're genuinely curious but with the goofy way he stares at you you wish it would have come off rude. "What?"

He shakes his head softly. "If you could see yourself from my perspective you wouldn't be so surprised at why I find you so fun and beautiful."

You tongue your cheek before looking down at your food.

What are you supposed to do with that? Maybe once upon a time that would have made you blush but now you're left to stew in your discomfort over it. When you bring a forkful of your pasta up to your lips you have to swallow deeply to get it down.

Hoseok stares at you for a moment more before he resumes eating with a smile.

"After the movie is there somewhere else you'd like to go?"

You think on it before shaking your head. "No not really."

Hoseok hums before swallowing. "I just figured you might want to be somewhere away from Jimin."

Your eyes shift to the side with your appetite slowly diminishing. You grab your napkin to wipe your lips and clear your throat in the chatty diner.

"As much as I would like to avoid him I can't always do that. I don't want him thinking he won over me or something."

Your captor raises his brows before nodding his head.

"You sound like Yoongi," he chuckles. "But you're right."

You were picking your words based off of the exchange you had with Yoongi so it makes sense why Hoseok would say that. It's one of the many words passed between you two and if there's one thing Yoongi is good at it's how comfortable he makes you feel. How despite it all - how sure of yourself you are with the right kind of push. No babying and no roughness behind his words of what you could say is wisdom. No secret intentions either and so you take what Yoongi gives to heart.

It's with that thought are you able to finish your food in its entirety. Hoseok doesn't fall behind himself and when it's time to pay for the food the two of you walk up to the cashier slash receptionist where you're greeted by an older woman. She smiles at you both and gives Hoseok a knowing look.

"Did you two enjoy yourselves?"

You and Hoseok nod as the latter hands over his black card.

She rings you both up and as she waits for the receipt to print out she sends that weird look over to Hoseok again.

"You guys make a very cute couple," she says.

Your eyes widen in shock but Hoseok just chuckles before giving her his thanks.

"Your babies will look adorable."

You are stock still before this woman. You're speechless and wish you would have spoken up on the truth before Hoseok happily took in the compliment on your behalf.

Now you also wonder if she knows Hoseok is one of seven Lords that rule over this land. If she does she doesn't show it. She's just so enamored with the idea that you and Hoseok are something more. The matching outfits you wore didn't help.

Hoseok looks the least bit perturbed as he signs the receipt. With one last look the woman's way, she bids you farewell just as Hoseok slips his wallet back into his pocket and grabs your hand.

"Feeling stuffed," he asks cheerily.

Before you can open the car door he does and lets you in. It makes you huff in annoyance but you say nothing on it. He grabs the seatbelt and reaches over to strap you in. After it makes the click sound he leans back to look at you with a smile. It's then you realize he's waiting for an answer.

You give a small nod. "Yeah."

"That's good." Before he can close the door he says one more thing. "If you want we can buy some snacks and something to drink at the theater. Just in case."

He doesn't give you a chance to answer because the door shuts in your face before he heads over to his side of the car.

Heading to the movies is a little far. It takes a couple of minutes more than it did getting to the strip mall. You wonder what the theater is like. You try not to have any grand expectations to avoid being disappointed once you get there but you can't help but wonder. The few times you've seen what it's like inside due to movies and TV shows you've watched gives you somewhat of an idea but you know actually experiencing it will be different. You're sure it must look completely different to the one Hoseok and his brothers have at home.

Once you get there your eyes widen a fraction in awe of the building as Hoseok parks. People are in and out of the building and you note there's a lot of cars around so you imagine it might be a little packed inside. You don't know how to feel about that but it mustn't be that bad.

"You ready?"

Hoseok breaks you from your trance and when you look at him his heart shaped smile makes an appearance.

"Come on," he says. "You'll love the way it looks inside."

And for once you believe in him without question so despite trying to keep your expectations low they rise up within you and you can easily say that Hoseok is right because when you enter the building you're left awestruck.

There are two lines on either side of you that leads to cashiers. They handle the people that come to them and further in a big stand where others help with food and drinks. The place here is massive and along the walls are posters of movies that are either already out or used as promotion for upcoming ones. You also hear the sound of what you assume to be games being played in the background and you're curious to see them.

Hoseok takes you into one of the lines with your hand held in his. Some people stare and you don't know if it's because they recognize your captor of if it's because of something else. The way that some of the women and even young girls stare as if they want him for themselves. There is one man though who stares at you as if you're trash. As if you being together with Hoseok is an abomination in his eyes. If they all only knew how and why you got here and that their Lord isn't who they think he is.

"Can I help the next person?"

You're brought from your inner thoughts and into the present when you and Hoseok are called for. You're met with a teenager who greets you with a smile and warm words as he asks what you're interested in seeing.

Hoseok pulls out his card. "Two for Breaking," he says.

When the receipt is given you also receive a ticket for each of you. You stare at the piece of paper and read the words staring back at you. You don't know why but you feel a little cheery. Not because you're happy to be here with Hoseok but because you're getting to experience something new. It's a bit fun if you think about it.

After receiving the tickets you head towards the stand in the middle of the room and look at the menu that's hanging up above. From snacks to candy to soft drinks and slushies. It's all presented to you and before Hoseok can ask you what you want you've already made your decision.

"I want the cherry slush."

"That's it," he asks.

You nod your head and he smiles. He's quick to order - him choosing a slush himself. When you're done you peek to this side as much as you can to see where the noise from the games are coming from.

"You know," Hoseok starts. "The movie doesn't start until thirty minutes. We can check out the arcade."

"Arcade?"

Hoseok grabs your hand that isn't occupied with your slushie and leads you off to the sounds of games being played.

Behind the big stand is exactly what Hoseok said - it's an arcade. You're left in awe at what you see. From zombie shooters to motorcycles and car races. There are versus systems where you can play against a friend. Even DDR which you're only familiar with it because of some of the video game content you've seen online. Hoseok has to tug on you to get you moving again. You didn't even realize you had stopped.

"Anything that catches your eye?"

You look around you and watch as other people and children play. Almost every thing is being used except for the car ones. You walk up to it and look back at Hoseok who is smiling.

"We can do that one. Just give me a minute."

You stand by the machine and watch as Hoseok goes up to a dispenser. He uses some cash he has on himself and inserts it into the machine and waits until coins are dispensed. You try to see what else he's doing from the angle you're standing at but before anything else he comes back with the coins in hand.

"Here," he says. "We use this to play."

He hands you a few of the coins and encourages you to put them into the slot. As soon as the first coin is registered a loud sound effect comes from the machine and it makes you jump. You look back at Hoseok where he nods his head for you to continue. Though you did notice the way he laughs behind his drink but say nothing on it.

Once all four coins are in Hoseok walks over to place his into the neighboring machine before pocketing the rest.

"We can play against each other," he says as he mounts the car.

You mimic him and sit in the seat and cycle through all the options given to you.

"Do you know how to drive a stick shift?"

Looking at him you raise your brow a little. "I don't know how to drive period."

Hoseok smiles. "I'll go easy on you then."

You frown at him before looking back at the screen.

You weren't expecting to win but Hoseok's comment lit a fire within you that makes you feel competitive. Your nostrils flare as you tongue your cheek Even if you don't win you're going to do your best. Anything to get that stupid look off of Hoseok's face.

Everyone is lined up at the start with engines revving. In a subtle manner you look over to Hoseok and watch as he pumps his foot on the right peddle. You do the same and it's like your car comes to life. The vibration from the sound makes the machine floor tremble beneath your feet. As soon as the game begins you watch from the corner of your eye and see how he moves the gear and the way he holds down the pedal on his far left only to let it go when he shifts gear. You don't understand the reason behind it but it does help in aiding you to mimic Hoseok's moves.

You spin the wheel to get you to turn around corners and even though you're not in first place you're right next to Hoseok who tries to swerve around you so that he can move up on the rank.

There are three laps in total you have to make it around. You're fast but not fast enough since you're driving the fake car in a way that isn't helpful for you, but you're able to hold your own. Hoseok does pass you at some point. Even more so when he suddenly flies forward in a neck breaking speed. Your head snaps toward him in both disbelief and confusion. As if sensing your eyes on him Hoseok looks at you then laughs.

"The blue button," he says.

You look back at your dash and see a blue button that says 'Turbo' on it. Without hesitation you press the button and watch as you shoot forward just as fast as he did; passing everyone around you until you reach fourth place.

The race ends with Hoseok in first and you look at him with a brow raised.

"I thought you were going to go easy on me," you can't help but say.

You're not mad. Far from it actually.

Hoseok laughs and stands up to place a kiss onto the top of your head.

"Sorry about that," he says though you know he's not actually sorry. "You did great though. For someone who's never driven a car before."

You stand up from your seat in the need to want to switch the conversation.

"What time is it?" You would check yourself but you left your phone back at home.

Hoseok looks down at his phone and claims the movie will start in about ten minutes.

"We can head in now and just wait it out."

You shrug your shoulders in response but follow after him anyway to the man standing by taking the tickets.

You didn't notice how chilly the theater really is. Especially in the actual room itself but it's not something that's affecting you negatively. It feels like a nice contrast to the blistering heat outside. It doesn't stop the goosebumps from running up and down your arms though.

Once the two of you are seated Hoseok tries to engage in conversation with you but your mind is focused on the comfy recliner you're lying in. It's almost reminiscent of the one back at Hoseok's. When you kick your feet up you're able to lie down more and look over to Hoseok who has an amused expression.

"Comfy?"

Your cheeks flush with heat as you look away.

He goes to sit back himself after taking a sip of his drink that sits in the cup holder.

"So tell me," he starts. "This is your first time to the movies?"

You grunt before answering. "There's a lot of things that are a first for me."

You don't have to be looking at him directly to know he has a frown on his face.

"I know you said you enjoyed working but at the expense of living? It makes me happy to know I found you when I did. Not only because I fell in love with you but because you needed a break. You needed to be freed."

You sigh deeply.

You really don't want to have this conversation with him. You're not a victim that needed saving. Things only became hectic for you when he came into the picture. Yeah your other two Masters didn't like you but it was never made apparent until after Hoseok made his appearance known to you.

"I don't want to talk about this," you say. Your words were barely above a whisper but you know he hears you just fine.

Hoseok's hand goes to grab yours where he kisses your knuckles gently.

"We don't have to then. Just know I love being your first for everything you're unfamiliar with. Always will be."

You wish the movie would start already. The room is being filled with so many others and by the time they are seated chatter fills the room as everyone patiently awaits for the movie to begin.

Hoseok takes a second to take out his phone to put it on vibrate so it won't ring and he tells you to do the same until you remind him that you didn't bring yours. You had no place to put it and you surely didn't want Hoseok to hang onto it.

"I've gotten you so many clothes but no accessories." He hums to himself. "We'll have to check them out and see what bags you'd like among other things."

Having a purse of some sort would be nice. You didn't think much on it especially seeing as he was the one who went out of his way to buy you these outfits. You showed a limited amount of interest when it came to shopping.

After a moment the lights above dim and the volume from the movie previews blast through the speakers. You take a sip of your drink before placing it back and watching whatever is on the big screen. Movies to look forward to and when the actual movie starts you're already in deep. It's an interesting watch that lasts for almost two hours.

You have to admit that you enjoyed yourself so that when Hoseok asks if you liked it you nod. He's clearly happy to know about that and so he smiles.

Both of you follow after the people leaving the room. You still have some of your slushie so you carry it with you unlike Hoseok who finished his. When you exit out of the theater you're welcomed back into the heat. There's a breeze that passes by but it's a hot one despite it being a little late into the day. The edges of your dress sways along with it as do the strands of your hair that you tuck behind your ears. The sight makes Hoseok smile as he goes to slip a stray strand of hair back behind your ear again to join the rest.

"Is there any other place you'd like to go before we head back home?"

Your answer is almost immediate. You shake your head no. "I can't hide forever."

Hoseok's smile lessens into a more softer one. "Okay. Whatever works best for you works for me too."

And that's how you find yourselves in the car on the way back home. Not a lot of people are on the streets and it makes leaving feel a little less anxiety driven. Enough with the thoughts that someone will come drive up behind you and start a fight. Enough of something eerie watching you from the distance and enough so that you can rest your eyes.

You're not tired. Not the slightest but your eyes just feel a little dry and you do your best to moisten them with each rest of your lids.

Something is playing on the radio. The volume is low so you can't make out what's being sung but it's calming.

Hoseok's hand reaches out for your own and holds it - both hands resting comfortably on your lap. The trees rhat surround you block the dimming light of the sun. Hoseok has to drive with his lights on to be able to see the street better and your head barely rocks against the seat from how smooth the drive is.

You slowly blink again to moisten your eyes again but there's a sudden jerk to the car that startles you. You can hear the way the tires screech as the car comes to a sudden stop and your eyes flip open to see a woman in the middle of the street. Her hands are up high in surrender and her eyes are wide open. She looks terrified and she's saying something but you can't tell from within the car.

"Stay in here, okay?"

Your head snaps at Hoseok. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to check on her. Just stay here."

Your heart beat begins to accelerate faster than it already was. You don't want to be left alone but the woman is clearly distressed.

You grip your seat belt with both hands just as Hoseok opens his door to step out. He walks over to the woman with his hands raised to not alarm her. She visibly trembles and says something more. She lets Hoseok approach her and takes his hand although hesitantly.

He tells her something to which she looks over her shoulder in the direction of trees she must have come out from.

Hoseok looks back at his car before saying something to the woman. She follows his line of sight and shakes her head but Hoseok seems to reassure her that things will be fine because he begins to lead her towards you and helps her into the back passenger seat.

You turn in your seat to look at her and she looks worse from up close. You see stains on her shirt. You can't tell if it's from dirt or blood. She's only wearing a white tank top and underwear and she's shaking like a leaf. Her arms come up to wrap around her as she looks down at her knees that are cut up. She must have fell while running but the question is running from what?

"Hey," you say albeit nervously.

She jumps a little as Hoseok makes his way back to his own seat. For a second, she makes eye contact with you. Her bottom lip trembles like she wants to cry. She's clearly stressed out and you wish you could help her.

Once Hoseok is seated he gives you a quick look before driving off.

"We're taking her to the hospital."

You look at Hoseok then back at the woman who tries to make herself look as small as possible.

Unsure of what to say you bite your lip before settling with an "It's going to be okay."

You don't know what is wrong with the woman. She clearly doesn't look okay and you don't know why. You just know that she needs help so you turn back in your seat and wait in silence until you reach the hospital.

When you get there all three of you leave the car but not without Hoseok pulling out a blanket from his trunk to wrap around the woman. She's grateful for it and you give her a sorry smile that she can't see.

As she is about to step forward she stops with a wince.

"Are you okay," you ask hurriedly.

She lifts up one foot to stare a the sole and grimaces at the sight of blood that seeps from a small but definitely deep wound.

It must have been from the running, you think. She must have cut herself somewhere along the way.

Without hesitation Hoseok swoops her up in his arms bridal style and carries her off into the emergency room. You trail behind him into the hospital where he pleads out loud for some help.

Everyone looks up at him.

"I need help and I need the police," he goes on to say. "This is urgent."

One of the women sitting at the desk tries to understand the situation.

"What's going on here, sir?"

Hoseok walks off towards them in a hurried manner.

"I found her in the street. She's injured. We need the police because she escaped from someone who was holding her hostage."

Your blood runs cold.

There's a flurry of movements that surges forward around you while you stay rooted to the spot. Your breathing picks up as well as your heart rate.

She did what? She ran away? From someone holding her hostage?

You tremble as a cold wave of ice runs over you.

You can barely hear over your thoughts that cloud your mind as everyone goes out of their way to help the woman. She's sat down on a wheelchair and taken by a nurse - away from you and Hoseok. When asked how Hoseok and you know about her he reiterates how you three came to know each other. For precautionary reasons the nurse says you can't come back with her because for all they know she's like this because of you and Hoseok. They want to limit outsiders as they wait for the cops to make an appearance.

When she's taken away you don't feel any relief. In actuality you feel anxious. The world doesn't revolve around you. Of course it doesn't but knowing there are others in your same position out there... It makes you feel just a little bit crazy.

You look around you as those waiting to be seen call up people to tell them of what just happened with the woman that was just brought in. The hospital wanted to limit the amount of outsiders that will come in in search for her. Gods only know what will happen once the media finds out.

You swallow but your throat feels dry.

Was this... You start to think deeply. Was this your chance to run away? You look up at Hoseok who is staring back at you. It's like he can tell what's going on in your mind because he looks like he's about to panic.

"Y/N," he says with a warning tone.

Your eyes shift side to side - looking around you in nervousness.

If this was your chance then fuck the money. Fuck the clothes. You can leave now. Couldn't you?

There's a sudden tingle in your head. It starts off small until something switches off inside of you. Your eyes grow heavy as does your expression. You have no control over it and it's with a little bit of clarity that remains inside of you do you realize Hoseok is controlling your mind.

He wraps an arm around you to keep you steady.

"Let's go home now," he says.

Without the need to fight within you you step out with him into the Summer air. You step one foot after the other towards the car where he lets you both in and drives off.

As you draw closer to home the feeling of the fog over your head begins to wane. Hoseok begins to retract his claws on you leaving you feeling more in control of your body. Once you have full control of yourself you look at Hoseok in disbelief.

"Why would you do that," you ask angrily.

Hoseok tongues his cheek as he continues to drive. He says nothing and it frustrates you even more.

"Hoseok," you start. "Hoseok why did you do that?"

He makes a right turn before pulling up to your prison.

"Hoseok!"

"Because I know what you were thinking," he yells.

Your chest heaves up and down just like his. You're both heated right now. It makes you want to scream.

"You don't know shit," you say.

You both pull up into the garage where he snickers.

"I don't have to be a mind reader to know what you were planning, Y/N. Now stop. Don't test me."

You bring your hands up to your face where you cry into them.

Though he was right it hurt. Not because you care about him distrusting you but because you were so close to leaving until he stopped you. Even though you hesitated. Why did you hesitate? You had a chance to run away and you blew it. You had your chance and you fucked it all up.

Your cries grow louder like a wounded child. Your heart aches and for a brief moment you wish you weren't alive. You're so overwhelmed with negative emotions that when Hoseok goes to hug you you lean into his touch. Your mind and heart seeks comfort but it's from the wrong person.

He rubs your back gently before kissing the top of your head.

"Let it out," he says. "Let it all out."

You cry and cry until there's nothing left but a husk. You feel empty inside and you know he knows that. He probably prefers you that way. That way you won't plan on escaping again.

After another minute he steps out of the car and helps you out with a steady grip on your hand. You leave the garage knowing you won't be able to escape today. It hurts but you'll try your best to remain optimistic.

As you round the corner near the stairs you hear a light chuckle. You look up to see Jimin hanging by the railing for the stairs. Your heart skips a beat and the life you lost back there comes to life in his presence.

You try to hide behind Hoseok who refuses to let go of your hand and he lets you after being spotted by his brother.

"Why the long face?" Jimin asks though you know he's not really interested to know. He just wants to mess with you.

"Jimin knock it off." Hoseok sounds tired.

His brother makes his way down the stairs and sets his sights on you. He smiles despite glaring and it leave you with a bad feeling. Your body is pressed against Hoseok's back who of which is visibly growing stiffer the closer his brother gets.

"Stop." Hoseok warns

Jimin scoffs but comes to a stop a few feet away from you two. His arms are crossed as he cocks his hip out. His demeanor shows that he's calm and composed but his facial expression says otherwise.

"What do you want?" Hoseok asks.

You can tell from the tone of his voice that he's getting annoyed.

There's a slight twitch to Jimin's eye. "You know," he says. "Because of your little pet I've been punished."

Hoseok clenches his teeth and works his jaw. "It's not Y/N's fault why you're an asshole."

Jimin let's out a loud boisterous laugh though it's out of irritation that he does he do it. "I guess I am an asshole but it doesn't change the fact that I'm pissed and your girlfriend is the reason why. Maybe if you didn't hold her up in high regards I wouldn't have bothered touching her with a ten foot pole."

"Do you hear yourself right now?" Hoseok sounds incredulous. "You're the one that fucked up and touched what doesn't belong to you. And guess what Jimin? Actions come with consequences. Learn from them."

Jimin's nostrils flare before giving a wry smile. "Touched what doesn't belong to me?" He laughs. "Do you ever say something similar to Namjoon?"

For the second time today you feel your blood run cold. Your breathing picks up and so does your heart beat.

Jimin doesn't know about you and Namjoon, right? Wouldn't Namjoon be aware of another person's presence the way he has been with Hoseok? There was absolutely no way Jimin would know... Right?

"What are you on about?"

Jimin uncrosses his arms to slip his hands into his pockets. "I'm just saying - they're awfully close together aren't they?"

You bite your bottom lip in nervousness. You're begging in your head for Jimin not to say anything else but you lack the voice to say it out loud.

"Namjoon and Y/N are close because he doesn't give me a reason not to trust him. Unlike you." His hand squeezes yours. "Even Yoongi is on good terms with her. Maybe you should learn from them."

Jimin's glare deepens as his nostrils flare but he says nothing else. He looks off to the side and clearly Hoseok's words get to him from the expression he gives. He looks vexed but he tries to cover it with a barely there smile. One that both you and Hoseok can see through.

"So," Hoseok starts. "Are you done?"

Jimin looks back at his brother and frowns. He shakes his head a little before revealing a smile through his plump lips. "For now, yeah." He looks at you. "Don't think I don't know what you're up to."

Hoseok surges forward but your grip on his hand prevents him from moving any further.

"Hoseok," you say. "Let it go."

He doesn't listen at first. Simply staring at his brother. It takes you squeezing his hand harder for him to back down and for him to walk away with you up the stairs.

You don't dare to look Jimin's way. You're too afraid of what you might see. It's already bad enough that Hoseok controlled your mind earlier after the incident with the other woman. Now you come in contact with Hoseok's irate brother who you know is glaring daggers at you as you walk by.

The night has barely started and you're already dealing with so much. You wish things would be calm for once. If only you were with Yoongi or, even better, Namjoon. They can ease your senses from this whole mess.

You don't think you can join the brothers during their meals. At least not for another day. After what just happened you want to be left alone. Or however alone you can be in the presence of Hoseok.

You sigh before swallowing as you make your way down the hall. Things have become more and more complicated the longer you stay here and you can't help but wonder about the woman you and Hoseok found. Is she okay? Does she have family looking for her? Does her captor know she escaped? Is he someone well off that can cover his tracks if she wants to sue him? Are her wounds severe? Was that dirt or blood on her shirt? So many questions and all it does is make you more nervous.

You also wonder if that would be you some day. In nothing but a tank top and underwear looking or running towards salvation. It makes your heart hurt at the prospects.

Would you ever be free? Maybe. You hope that by the time that you do someone will come and find you and take you to get help just like you did today. Maybe. Hopefully.

[a-dirty-secret]

Johnny's Girl - Part 14

There's a bit of fluff but no smut in this chapter, just some suggestive stuff. Wanted to give the smut a break. I'd be ok with having it in every chapter, but I'm not sure how others feel about that. I can only change the language up so much. 😂

tw: dub/non-con, hematolagnia, dacryphilia, blood, violence, stalking, rough sex

After finally peeling yourselves away from each other you asked Johnny for a shower. He agreed, insisting that you'd need company, and you happily accepted. There was no hot water by the time you were done.

After your shower you decided to push your luck, asking Johnny to take you outside for some fresh air. It was late, but he agreed. He wasn't tired, and at that moment he wanted little more than to be close to you.

You took in a deep breath, basking in the warm Texas air. Your prolonged time in the basement made everything outside feel much sharper. The stars felt brighter, the air smelled fresher, and the crickets sounded louder. You wondered how well you'd be able to handle sunlight after being in the dimly lit basement for so long.

You stood there, staring at the starts, lost in your thoughts. You didn't notice how Johnny was staring at you, mesmerized by how beautiful you looked in the starlight. Just looking at you evoked emotions he'd never felt before, emotions he thought somebody like him was incapable of feeling. Is this really weakness?

You look over at Johnny and smile when you notice his eyes are already on you. "So, do I still have to stay in the basement?" You ask, grinning.

"Well that depends, are you gonna try to leave again?" He spoke the words lightly, not wanting you to see what he truly wanted to ask. Were you going to leave him?

"If I was planning on leaving, do you think I would tell you?" You tease, but notice Johnny isn't amused.

"Look, I wanna start givin' you some freedom around here. I don't want you to feel like a prisoner anymore, but I can't just let you walk outta here." He says tightly.

Despite his tone, you sense more discomfort than anger. You position yourself in front of him and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his. You press a soft kiss to his lips, then another just below his ear. "I guess you'll just have to keep a really, really close eye on me." You whisper.

"Mmm... I think I can manage that." You step away and turn around, pressing your back against him and looking back up at the stars. Johnny sighs and wraps his arms around you tightly. "Tomorrow you can start helpin' out around here. Cookin' and cleanin'. Sissy is gonna be beside herself." He says the last part with a bit of irritation and you giggle.

"How do you think everybody is gonna react to having me around? I'm a bit nervous."

"Well Sissy already likes you, and Drayton doesn't like anybody. You'll get along with Nubbins just fine, and big boy ain't bad to be around."

"And... Your mom?" You ask nervously.

Johnny hesitates. "She'll just have to get used to you, that's all."

"Who are you trying to convince, me or you?"

He laughs and gives you a squeeze, "Both, I guess. You don't have anything to worry about. As long as you're here, I'm gonna take care of you. I promise." He runs a hand down your stomach and below your shirt, rubbing the letters he'd left on your skin. "How's it healing?"

"It itches like hell, but it's healing fine. I kind of like having your name on my skin." You say, placing your hand over his.

"Oh really?" He says, sliding both his and your hands beneath your shorts and panties. He rubs your clit gently, and the feeling of his hand under yours as he touches you drives you wild. You moan softly, the feeling of him growing hard on your ass making you want to feel him inside of you, despite already being sore.

"C'mon darlin', I'm gonna fuck you to sleep." He says, removing his hand and leading you to his bedroom.

*** Johnny was standing in the doorway, waiting for you to finish getting dressed. "C'mon, we're gonna be late for breakfast." He says, irritated.

"Don't get an attitude with me, you're the one that started grinding your hard on against me."

He smirks as you walk to the doorway. "I just couldn't resist." He says, smacking your ass as you walk out of the bedroom. You make your way to the dining room to find that breakfast had already started.

Drayton sees you and narrows his eyes. "What the hell're you doin', boy? Didn't your mama tell you to take care of her?"

"She's stayin'. She can help out around the house, cookin' and cleanin'. Sissy's been complaining about needin' help around here for a while, and you're always bitchin' about how dirty the house is." Johnny says firmly.

"Oh, how excitin'! I just knew you'd come around, Johnny! It's gonna be so nice havin' another woman around the house!" Sissy chimes in excitedly.

"Ooooh! J-J-Johnny's letting his g-girlfriend stay!" Nubbins shouts, earning a happy grunt from Bubba and a sneer from Johnny.

"Your mama's gonna tan your hide when she gets back! I oughta take care of her myself!" Drayton shouts, standing up and taking a step towards you.

With no hesitation Johnny's in front of him, hands balled into fists. "If you so much as THINK of layin' a hand on her, I'll make sure you don't have a hand to use." He growls.

"What's gotten into you, boy? You're gonna let some floozy come between the family?" Drayton responds.

"She ain't comin' between the family, she's gonna be helpin' us out. You're the only one opposed, old man, you're outnumbered." Johnny says, stepping back and taking his seat at the table, you do the same.

Drayton huffs and sits back down. "She'd better make herself useful 'round here!" He shouts, returning to his breakfast.

After the meal Johnny and Drayton left for the gas station, leaving you with Sissy. She showed you around the house, telling you where to find everything. You made a mental note to ask Johnny about getting some more cleaning supplies, this house could use a good scrubbing.

The rest of the day passed quickly. It felt good to be moving around again, and to have something to occupy your time. Sissy kept a close eye on you, though she tried not to be too obvious about it. Nubbins and Bubba kept to themselves, you hadn't seen them again after breakfast.

Now you were in the kitchen, listening to Sissy talk as you prepare dinner together. So far you've gathered that she was in various cults before she came back here. You asked what made her return, but she just gave you a sad smile, saying she prefers to think about positive things.

"So you don't like it here?" You ask.

"Oh it ain't that I don't like it, I just get lonely sometimes. That's why I'm so glad Johnny's lettin' you stay! Come on sugar, let's go set the table."

As you're setting the table you hear the front door open, and Johnny soon enters the dining room. You lock eyes and he smiles, letting you know without speaking that he's happy to see you. You smile as he passes you to go to his seat, being sure to nonchalantly rub against you when he did so. You couldn't wait for dinner to be over so you could have some alone time together.

After everybody finishes eating you get to work on the dishes while Sissy goes outside to get the laundry off the line. You hear Johnny's footsteps behind you and soon feel his arms wrap around you. "Come out back when you get done." He says, planting a kiss on your neck before walking away.

You finish the dishes hurriedly then make your way out the back door. You go through a gate and follow a path by the sunflowers, finding Johnny leaning against one of the old cars, smoking a cigarette. You stand beside him and he puts an arm around your waist, pulling you to close to his side.

"Well, how was your day, darlin'? You miss the basement?" He says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

You laugh, "I didn't miss the basement, but I missed you." You say, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Yeah... Had you on my mind all day." The words felt awkward for him. He wasn't used to being open about his emotions, but with you he wanted to be. He sighs, thinking about what his mom is going to say. She's going to say he's soft, say you're making him weak.

"What are you thinking about?" You ask, sensing that something's on his mind. Johnny tenses, and you can tell that he's uncomfortable. "You can tell me anything, you know. You don't have to, but you can." You say, wrapping your arms around his waist.

He hesitates, thinking of what to say. "I've been slackin' around here since you came around. My mama always told me family comes first, everything else is a distraction. I'm meant for killin', it's what she raised me to do. She's not gonna be happy about us. She's gonna say you're makin' me weak, and part of me wonders if it's true." It felt odd opening up this way, but also relieving.

"You're allowed to have a life outside of your family, it doesn't mean you're any less committed to them, it just means you're also committed to yourself. She raised you to kill, but you're still human. Humans have emotions, they fall in love. That doesn't make you weak, Johnny."

After that you stand in silence, watching the sunset in each other's arms.

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FALLOUT (TV SERIES, 2024): Episode Seven Feel free to edit the sentences, places, pronouns, etc, as you need. NSFW TW: Mentions of violence

“Thank you, darling.”

“Well, hell, I probably still got some of your lead in me somewhere.”

“But today, I’m just looking for information.”

“I’ll tell you anything, as long as you leave us in peace.”

“We haven’t heard from him since.”

“There’s always some new little faction, ain’t there?”

“Brand-new team of believers with their own dumbass ideas about how they gonna save the world.”

“What did you do? What is that envelope?”

“But my problem is, by the time I got this letter off your [relation], it was a little bit hard to read.” *holds up bloodied letter with a hole in it.* 

“For some reason, I just can’t make out their location. Now, you give me that location, and I’ll be on my way.”

“I didn’t want to spend my life digging through dirt, I want to build something, and we have the chance -”

“Tell him what he wants to know! Or else he’ll kill us all!”

“Now, please, leave us.”

“What is it about [location], that we all came to this place?”

“But it is just a dream, it’s not real.”

“This is about all the horseshit I can take.”

“I have my principles, [name], that’s all.”

“How do you know them?”

“My research company was acquired by her division.”

“Hypocrisy is like violence in your movies; if you only let bad guys use it, the bad guys win.”

“A good bad guy doesn’t see themselves as the bad guy.”

“It’s a listening device.”

“You want me to spy on them?”

“Good luck with that revolution.”

“I’m not a [foul description/title]. That’s just a dirty word they use to describe people who aren’t insane.”

“We let you into our home. Tended to your wounds, gave you food and water.”

“You’re experimenting on them… It’s sick.”

“What is this?”

“At this point, it would be irrational of me not to acknowledge that these may be my last words.”

“Sorry, I uh, haven’t seen that footage in a long time.”

“I had no idea the original [vault dwellers] here were so… so weird.”

“Your ignorance cannot excuse your cruelty.”

“You have infected our home with violence and now you must pay the price.”

“Are you done?”

“I’m gunna fucking die.”

“If you were a person, you wouldn’t have any friends, you realize that?”

“Okay, I got to reevaluate here.”

“Oh, you want this too, huh? Everybody wants this. Guess what? It’s mine.”

“You think everything’s for you. It’s pretty selfish, actually, you know that?”

“You’re a loose cannon, all right? This is a very important mission, and I can’t have you jeopardizing it.” 

“You can breathe in there, right?”

“It doesn’t matter where you come from or what you believe, you deserve safety… Unless you threaten that peace.”

“It’s almost there.”

“Need to get that sharpened, please.”

“You’re just… Letting me go?”

“That’s, uh, very nice of you guys.”

“I know that I’m not really in the position to be asking favors…”

“I can help people with this. You, for example, I want to help you.”

“I was supposed to marry a stranger, from another [vault]. It didn’t turn out so good.”

“I don’t have the best luck when it comes to strangers.”

“But, [name], I can honestly say, you’re the best stranger I’ve ever met.”

“There’s something I should tell you.”

“He was threatening me, so instead of helping him, I watched him die.”

“So all that stuff you were saying, you know, uhm, about me being a good person…”

“I just threw acid in an innocent man’s face.”

“Do you want to come live with me in my [vault]?”

“Don’t kill me, I’m a doctor, I can help you!”

“Before we start, there’s the small matter of my fee.”

“Remember, wherever you end up, that’s where you belong.”

“Ugh, more death, I wish it would end.”

“What did I tell you, [name], words have meaning.”

“So, you’re just gonna forget about everything we’ve seen?”

“I feel like this is a good moment for a fresh start.”

“You’re a coward, you know that, [name]?”

“We all are, that’s why we live in a [vault].”

“I’ve got three hot cocoas on deck, two marshmallow, one plain.”

“I’m sorry, [name], but you ain’t them.”

“Yeah, uh, my ride should be getting here any minute.”

“People just, uh, can’t be nice.”

“God, I suck without a scope.”

“Why am I not dead?”

“Well, I’m not just gonna leave it there.”

“[Name], I think you might be a ghoul.”

“They’ll kill me if they find out.”

“They’re never going to stop looking for it.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“And now we say goodbye to all those that are leaving us for [Vault 32].”

“Uh, excuse me, I don’t live there. I, uh, live here.”

“Sorry, sorry, that was weird. Sorry.”

“Are you compromised?”

“Mission not going as planned.”