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borathae · 2 years

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“Living with Yoongi has many advantages. Always clean counters, delicious home cooked meals and if something breaks, he will fix it with the help of his beloved blue toolbox. He is your little handyman and when your ex breaks your heart, it seems that he is hellbound on fixing that as well.“

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: bf2l!AU, Roommates to Lovers!AU, Rebound!AU, slight Angst, Romance, Smut

Warnings: soft dom!Yoongi but it’s more that he just takes the lead, shitty exes, break-ups, low self-esteem, Yoongi being the comforting person that he is, lotsa kissing, shy!OC, safe sex, praises, oral (f.receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), he is very gentle with her, she cries afterwards and he is so sweet to her, I just love him that’s all :(

Wordcount: 14.3k

a/n: *sobs uncontrollably* i luv him. I don’t know my besties, this is quite honestly just something I wish would happen to me hahaha a girl can dream 🙂 but I do hope that you guys find just as much comfort in it as I did, Yoongi is honestly such a sweet bean :(

~ To Index ~

The bar is loud and the people around you are happy. The music is upbeat, the lights are bright and colourful and the smell of good times hangs in the air.

But not for you. You feel heartbroken. Truly and devastatingly heartbroken. It hurts so much that you have spent the last hour curled up on a chair and sobbing into your knees. Nobody notices your sobs, eventhough they were incredibly loud. Their lively chatter and happy singing however, blended out your desperate cries for help. Nobody also really noticed the state of your body either, they didn’t see the shakes, the painful convulsing and if they saw then they ignored it. You were a stranger after all, a weird stranger who is crying miserably in a place which was supposed to be a place for fun.

Now, you didn’t start off the night as a miserable stranger crying in a bar. As a matter of fact, you started off the night as a girl deeply in love with her boyfriend, ready to have the night of her life with him. Said boyfriend – excuse the mistake, ex-boyfriend – however broke up with you in the middle of the night with the excuse of “needing time to find my soul’s purpose, babe”.

The break-up came out of nowhere. He was incredibly sweet last night and even tonight he acted as if everything was okay. You had no fights lately, no arguments, not even slight bickering about stuff. You were happy, really happy, and as if someone pushed you off a bridge, you are now drowning in the ice cold water of heartbreak and confusion.

“___?”

You lift your head upon hearing your name, meeting the worried face of your best friend.

“Yoongi”, you wail, breaking in on yourself.

“Hey there, hey”, he gasps, getting on his knees to wrap you up in a hug, “I came as quickly as I could.”

“Yoongi please make it stop”, you beg him, aching even more now that he was here.

“Oh sweets, this sucks so much. I’m so sorry”, he says, soothing you by rocking your bodies left and right and petting the back of your head.

“I wanna die”, you wail, not actually wanting to, but in this moment it feels like dying would be the only thing making the pain stop.

“I hear you, but let’s just go home for now. Okay?” he says.

“Yes okay, I don’t wanna be here anymore. He, he’s still here.”

“Huh?” Yoongi breaks away to gawk at you, “what did you just say?”

You lift your shaking hand, pointing at your ex, who not even twenty feet from you, parties and laughs with his friends. Yoongi stares at him, face falling in utter shock and disbelief.

“He broke up with you here? And then stayed?” he asks, voice pitched in emotion.

You nod your head, crying miserably.

“And he knows that you’re here?”

You nod your head again.

“He, he drove m-me h-here.”

Yoongi frowns, grinding his teeth in fiery anger.

“And he’s literally fucking partying when you are crying right next to him?”

You nod your head a third time, breaking into loud sobs afterwards.

“What kind of cock fuck cunthole is that bastard asshole?” Yoongi asks in perfect Yoongi manners, blinking his eyes in disbelief.

“Yoongi please get me out of here”, you beg, almost breaking under the pain.

“Of course, let’s get out of this shithole”, he says, tugging you to your feet. He keeps a strong arm around you, making sure that you wouldn’t have to look at your shitpile of an ex again by keeping your head buried in his chest with a gentle hand.

“___?”

The lights turn on.

“Jesus fuck, it smells like shit in here.”

You hear the blinds open and seconds later the loud traffic from outside. Yoongi must have opened the windows. You don’t like that he did, just as you don’t like that he ruined your cave of darkness and heartbreak. But you don’t say that you don’t like it because that would require energy and you don’t have energy. Quite frankly you have nothing left. Your life is meaningless and pain is the only thing still being with you. Pain and Yoongi, who just this moment sits down on the bed next to you and places his hand on your upper back. He rubs circles on it.

“Don’t you want to get up for a little? I made your favourite food”, he says in a soft spoken voice.

“No”, your voice is muffled by the pillows and weak in sadness.

“No”, Yoongi repeats and hums in understanding, “I get it, that’s so impossible to do right now. I’ll just bring it to you.”

And with that he stands up and leaves to get something to eat for you. You haven’t eaten anything those past few days, maybe that is also why you feel so weak and why your stomach always feels seconds before throwing up. You just couldn’t find it in yourself to leave the bed, let alone prepare food. Yoongi tried to get you to eat something, but he always had to come to the sad conclusion that even after hours of letting the food stand by your bed you didn’t touch it. But he is stubborn, he is not going to give up yet.

“I’m back”, he announces himself.

The smell of pasta accompanies him, tempting you to sit up and look. You don’t give in to those temptations, staying in your position. Flat on your stomach and with your face buried halfway in the pillow. It’s the only thing that helps.

You feel the mattress dent beside you and hear the sound of the plate getting set down.

“Eat ___”, he says softly, nudging your back.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Yeah you are, you haven’t eaten in days. Just one bite.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Mhm, okay”, he says and goes to finally tug the blanket off your face.

You groan in distaste. It’s way too bright in this room.

Yoongi caresses your cheek with the back of his hand.

“Come on, just one bite. One and if you still don’t want it, I’ll leave.”

You peel your eyes open to send him an icy glare. You meet immense compassion in his gaze. Compassion and also a bright sparkle of patience. This is typical Yoongi. He will never stress you about how long your recovery process is taking. Days, weeks, months. The duration of your heartbreak will never be too short or too long for him.

“One bite, try it”, he whispers, giving you a reassuring smile. He will stress you however if he realises that you are neglecting your bodily needs. But even that he will never do with pressure or harsh words.

“Fine, one bite”, you give in and with Yoongi’s help sit up.

Yoongi gets some of the pasta on the fork and then guides it to your lips. You take it in and chew it slowly. It tastes so good. It tastes so, so good.

“Wow”, you press out and then you feel tears run down your cheeks, “it’s so good.”

“Mhm, I’m glad you like it”, Yoongi says, feeding you another bite. Every now and then he reaches out to dry your tears.

And so you let him feed you your favourite pasta while Yoongi lets you cry.

You feel happier today. You meet Yoongi in the hallway as you are on your way out. He just came home from working a ten-hour shift, now inspecting you with curious eyes.

“Where are you going? Why are you dressed up?”

“You won’t believe what just happened. Will texted me and asked for a conversation.”

“___ no”, Yoongi says, shaking his head vigorously, “no, just no.”

“Why not?” you whine, closing your coat.

“Because he’s a cunt and he doesn’t deserve a conversation.”

You sag your shoulders.

“It’s just coffee and talking. Besides, it’s been a month, I’m totally fine.”

“Lord give me strength”, Yoongi murmurs under his breath, massaging the bridge of his nose. He inhales and looks you into the eyes, “you’ll regret this, please believe me.”

“No I won’t. I’ll regret not going even more.”

“And why is that? Because you’re so over him?”

You pout, “shut up.”

Yoongi gives you a smile. It says “I told you so, but I’m not gonna say it out loud because I’m not a dick”. He places his hand on your arm.

“Let’s watch a movie, I’ll even watch Grease for you.”

“Not tonight, my decision stands. Thank you Yoongs, you’re the best”, you dismiss him and then leave the apartment.

Yoongi stares at the closed front door.

“You’re so dumb”, he whispers, knowing very well that in a few hours he will have you crying in his arms again.

Except that he doesn’t. A few hours later turn into the entire night and his entire shift at work. You are sitting on the couch when he is coming home. Your hair is finally freshly washed and you are wearing something other than those awful joggers you have been wearing lately.

“Hey Yoongi, how was work?”

“Alright”, he shrugs his shoulders, “how the fuck are you though? Where were you last night?”

“At Will’s place. We fucked.”

“Oh my god”, Yoongi faceplams himself.

“What? Why are you so weird? I thought you’d be happy.”

He sends you a look.

“I am happy, I guess. Just oh my god ___, how did you end up on his dick again?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“He told me that he finally found his soul’s purpose and that I am in it too. So we wanna try again.”

“Well damn”, Yoongi exhales in exhaustion. He sits down beside you, “congrats I guess, I still don’t trust him though.”

“That’s fine, I’ll make you like him again.”

Yoongi pulls a grimace of distaste.

“Yeah no, sorry”, he murmurs, standing up, “not happening. I’m gonna cook dinner though, want some?”

“No thank you, I’ll meet up with Will later tonight!” you call after him, sounding happy.

Yoongi enters the kitchen with a deep frown on his face. You are so going to regret this.

One month passes where you spent more time at this bastard Will’s place than in your little apartment and Yoongi is slowly coming to terms with the cruel fact that maybe he was wrong about him after all. Maybe he did change. It would be a wonder, because the break-up was not the first break-up you and that dude had. As a matter of fact, it was the third break-up and Yoongi was present for all of them. It was always the same. You were head over heels in love with him, he got cold feet and found some bullshit excuse about how he can’t keep this relationship up anymore, you were heartbroken, he realised that it was very convenient to get pussy regularly and calls again and you agree on another chance. Yoongi has lived through the same scenario way too many times to trust that this cunt changed. But if he did, Yoongi will personally go up to him and apologize for ever doubting him.

Except that he doesn’t have to do this as one calm Friday evening – Yoongi was planning on finally starting the reparations in the kitchen to surprise you once you are back from Will’s place – he gets a call from you crying into the phone about how he needs to pick you.

Yoongi knew exactly what happened and left with on goal in mind. Get you to safety.

Yoongi feels his anger grow when he realises that you are crying right next to Will while he is scrolling on his phone.

“___?” Yoongi calls out, running despite hating it.

You and your shitpile of an ex lift your heads at the same time.

“Yoongi”, you wail.

“What happened?” he asks, staring at Will.

Will shrugs his shoulders.

“Y-Yoongi we, we broke up again.”

“Ah”, Yoongi says and then stares at Will again, “and you ugly cunt are still here because?”

“Hey fuck you, I was making sure she’s safe.”

“You are literally such a fucking bastard. She’s crying next to you and you asshole are scrolling on your phone?”

“What else should I do? She’s not my girlfriend anymore.”

You wail loudly and painfully. Something inside Yoongi snaps. He doesn’t hurt people. He was never involved in a fistfight, let alone punched someone and he was actually planning on never changing this habit. He changes this promise right this second as his balled fist strikes across Will’s face, leaving him to fall from the edge of the stairs and collide with the floor.

You gasp, feeling too shocked to cry.

Will groans, trying to get to his feet to punch Yoongi back.

Yoongi pushes him back down with a foot on his back.

“Stay down you fucker, seriously this was a warning”, he spits, voice fuming in anger, “you’re the worst human being on earth and I seriously hope you never find happiness.”

He turns to you then, trying his hardest to hide the anger from his face. His hand hurts so much. Punching someone in the face hurts way more than he thought it would. He doesn’t let it show that he is pain however, reaching for you with both hands.

“Let’s go ___, I’ll drive you home.”

You let him drag you to your feet, finding refuge in his chest.

“Yoongi I’m so dumb.”

“No you’re not. He’s just literal vermin”, Yoongi makes sure that Will hears him.

It’s been days. Yoongi hasn’t seen you ever since he had to pick you up from your fourth breakup with your shitty ex. He knows that you are home, but that once again you have fallen down the dark hole of heartbreak.

He does what he does best. He enters your room, comments on the bad air quality and then opens the window, then he sits down next to you and offers you food. You deny him but he insists because has been days since you have last eaten.

“Fine, one bite.”

And then he feeds you your favourite pasta whilst drying your tears.

Yoongi hates just how predictable the routine became. Or that it became a routine in the first place.

You leave your bed that night. Yoongi doesn’t notice that you do as he is busy writing music in his room.

“Yoongi?”

He lifts his head, studying your small frame from head to toe. Fuck, you’ve really become so small lately. As if your ex sucked all the confidence out of you.

“Yes?” he says, putting down his pen.

“Do you think I’m unlovable?”

“Of course not. What makes you think that?”

“It’s just that….”

You drag yourself into his room and use the last of your strength to climb on his bed. You sit next to him, legs crossed, weak fingers folded on your lap and back hunched to make yourself smaller. Yoongi hates just how fucked up your ex has gotten you. He can remember the days before Will where you walked into a room and called the attention of everybody, where you wore the most peculiar of outfits and fucking rocked them with confidence and days where you didn’t look like such a shell of yourself. Yoongi remembers the days before Will vividly and it’s making him so mad that two years with this one single worthless human turned you into what you are today.

“…what if it’s my fault that Will always leaves?”

“No”, Yoongi says without hesitation.

“So why do I feel so….so…fucking unattractive?” you press out and your eyes fill with tears.

“___”, Yoongi says your name softly, scooting closer and placing his hand on your knee, “you’re not unattractive and you are not unlovable. Will is quite simply a bastard who doesn’t deserve you.”

You nod your head but very clearly don’t believe him.

“I mean it.”

“Thank you”, you whisper, looking at your fumbling fingers.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me”, he stresses, because he knows that you want pour your heart out but that you are too scared to start. So he gives you a little nudge into the right direction.

“I’m just so fed up”, you exhale shakily, “I’m so goddamn fed up of always loving people more than they love me.”

You touch your chest as your heart began to ache again.

“I went into every single fucking relationship giving a hundred and ten. I went in there with the intention to stay and to fucking commit and yet each and every time I get dropped.”

You sniffle, lowering your head.

“Just once I want to be loved more than I love a person”, you confess in a whisper.

“Damn”, Yoongi says.

“And I know how selfish and egoistic and toxic that sounds but at this point I don’t care because I am so goddamn fed up from always loving more.”

You bury your face in your hands and sob loudly. Yoongi drapes his arm around you and pats your arm soothingly.

“Just once I want to be someone’s most special thing. I want to be loved deeply and passionately and I want to be fucking worshipped. I want this person to wake up and the first thing they do is look at me. I want this person to watch me do some dumb shit and the first thought they have is that they love me. I want this person to leave a boring meeting because I’m at home and they would rather spend time with me. I want this person to give me a fucking rock or a leaf or, or a goddamn stick because they saw it and somehow it reminded them of me. That’s what I want, I want to feel like my presence is actually appreciated and that I am actually worth something.”

You hit your own chest.

“That’s what I deserve. I deserve to feel special. I deserve to feel like the person I love a hundred and ten loves me back just as much.”

You sob, letting your head fall against Yoongi’s chest.

“Why do I always have to love so much, but get nothing in return?”

You feel as Yoongi closes his arms around you and the burden feels a little lighter already.

“I give so much. Holy fuck when I love someone I give my literal fucking everything. It may take me a long fucking time to open up to that person, but once they are in there….”

You tap Yoongi’s chest but he understands that you mean yours instead.

“…once they are fucking in there, I plan on keeping them in there and each and every goddamn fucking time they decide that now should be the time to completely rip my heart apart.”

You pause to whimper painfully. Yoongi closes his arms around you tighter, aching right with you.

“They never do it before that. They just wait, they goddamn wait until they’re in there and then they change their behaviour or ghost me or find stupid fucking excuses over and over again.”

“I’m sorry ___”, he whispers.

“And the worst part is my own fucking stupidity too. Because I love them so deeply and I don’t want to be left with another clashing hole in my chest so I just hold on. That’s what I always do. I swear to myself that this time it is going to be different, that this time I am not going to be first one seeking contact again and each and every fucking time I give them another chance.”

You pause your sobs just to let out a sound of anger, tensing up in Yoongi’s arms until you are shaking. So he presses you closer, hoping that this can lessen the painful anger at yourself.

“I’m so angry at myself. Why do I always have to give in? Why do I like hurting myself so much?”

“You don’t like hurting yourself, you just have way too much hope.”

You sniffle, listening to his calming voice.

“And I’m sure that there are many people who left your life way before you could take them into your heart, but do you know why you feel like there aren’t?”

“Tell me.”

“Because they never had the privilege to be loved by you and you never had the burden of making space in your heart for them only to then watch as they leave said space and leave an empty spot behind.”

He looks at you.

“That’s why it feels like only your closest friends or lovers leave you because they are the ones who were selfish enough to take a part of your heart only to then waste it.”

He smoothes over your hair with a gentle hand.

“Don’t be angry at yourself. I think people who have hope in their heart, even it is perhaps childish hope, that every relationship can be fixed are way better human beings than those who selfishly take a heart only to crush it.”

“But I can’t help it”, you whisper, “I don’t want to be so fucking depended on people anymore. I-I don’t-“, your eyes fill new tears again, “I don’t want to be so fucking weak anymore.”

“You’re not weak. Loving people a hundred and ten doesn’t make you weak ___, it’s just that most people are selfish assholes.”

You snort and chuckle.

“You and your lose tongue.”

“I’m serious. I fucking hate seeing you so sad and I swear to god if I ever see that Will guy again I’ll punch him so hard in the dick he’ll have a pussy afterwards.”

“Bro no”, you gasp and cackle, “don’t say that Yoongi.”

“I’m serious. He’s a real crusty cunt.”

You laugh louder and it feels good to do. Yoongi lets out that calm, soothing laugh of his’, giving your body the softest of shakes.

“Thank you Yoongi”, you whisper, draping your arm around his stomach and closing your eyes, “my life would suck ass without you.”

You don’t see it, but your words make Yoongi blush. He smiles softly and rests his cheek on the crown of your head.

“Mine too, ___”, he whispers.

Yoongi lets you sleep in the next day because it was a Saturday and you deserved the rest. He decides to make breakfast muffins so you can have yummy breakfast whenever you wake up and then he goes to his room to work on his music.

It is not even an hour later when the front door rings. Yoongi almost missed it, hadn’t he just returned from the toilet, he most definitely would have. You are still sleeping and so Yoongi decides to open the door.

“Yeah no”, he growls, closing the door quickly.

“Wait”, Will stops him with a foot between the door and the threshold, “hear me out.”

“Unless you’re here to ask me to punch you again, you can stick it and leave.”

“I made a big mistake.”

Will somehow manages to wiggle himself into the apartment.

“Please let me talk to ___, just one last time.”

“No.”

“I just want to apologize to her.”

“Your apologies mean horseshit.”

“I changed, I really did. I did a lot of thinking in the last few days and I realised that she is the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Why?”

“Huh?” Will seems confused, “I don’t know, she just…”

“Is it because you think that she is easy to manipulate and play with? Is that why she is the best? Because she is sweet and kind and lovely enough to put up with your bullshit? And because the fucking power you have over her makes you feel invincible?”

“I mean, obviously…that’s great too”, Will has the audacity to laugh, “what else could I ask for?”

Yoongi frowns, feeling his muscles tense in honest anger.

“You’re a narcissistic asshole, that’s what you are and you don’t deserve someone as amazing as ___ so leave before I decide to punch you again.”

“Look man”, Will says, stumbling as Yoongi begins pushing him outside, “I know you’re like jealous of what I have with her, but I promise you’ll get someone too one day.”

“Leave before I punch you.”

“You know, I never liked you. You’re way too friendly with her. Like who do you think you are to decide who she can or cannot see?”

Yoongi finally manages to push Will out of the apartment.

“You’re into her too aren’t you? You fucker are trying to keep us apart.”

“Yes, I am trying to keep you apart because I actually want to see ___ happy.”

“So let me talk to her, she’s happy with me.”

“No.”

Yoongi closes the door but Will once again manages to pull it open again.

“Dude, will you leave? She doesn’t wanna see you anymore, you’ve lost your chances”, Yoongi spits with honest anger in his voice.

“I don’t believe you. You’re just trying to keep me from her. Let me talk to her”, Will growls, becoming angry. Like a little child not getting what it wants. It’s pathetic really that a grown-ass man in his thirties is acting like a pathetic immature boy.

“No”, Yoongi says and finally manages to close the door. He locks it, ignoring the hammering that immature manchild is doing.

“Hey! You’ll regret this! I know where you live!” Will screams behind the door.

“Obviously you idiot, you just visited me”, Yoongi mumbles and turns his back to the door.

“Yoongi?”

He meets you just around the corner. You look as small as you always do, staring at him with glassy eyes.

“Yoongi who was that?” you ask him.

“Nobody, just one of those annoying salesmen people.”

“Oh”, you let out, lowering your head. You and him both know that you are aware who is actually ringing the doorbell right now and that perhaps there was a chance that you listened to their conversation.

Yoongi steps closer and drapes his arm around your shoulder.

“I baked muffins. I put lots of blueberries in them”, he tells you, leading you to the kitchen.

You rest your head against his chest.

“Thank you, Yoongi.”

He knows that there was more behind those words than just a simple thanks for muffins.

“Of course, I’ll do it again”, he answers you, knowing very well that you will understand him.

Yoongi disconnects the doorbell a few minutes later, silencing Will’s attempts to terrorise you with constant ringing.

Yoongi helps you with blocking Will’s number that evening and it feels awesome to do. Then he watches Grease with you and not once is he complaining about the hidden misogyny in the movie. It was honestly really nice to have. Yoongi is really awesome company.

It has been an entire week since you blocked your ex’s number. You are all alone in the apartment, getting lost in your own doubts. You really want to unblock him, maybe he already tried to contact you. You could give him one more chance, maybe this time around he realised just how awesome you are.

The front door unlocks, making your ears perk up. The doubts get replaced by worry. Yoongi isn’t supposed to be home yet. He is in a meeting till seven and it is barely even five.

“What the hell?” you murmur, sitting up on the couch, “who is unlocking our door?”

The door opens and falls closed, then the lights in the hallways turn on.

“Okay what the hell?” you gasp, gawking at the shadow moving in the lights.

You act quickly. You grab one of those very heavy candlesticks and jump of the couch, readying yourself for a brutal fight.

“Come at me burglar I am ready”, you say, listening to the steps they take.

They appear in the threshold and stop. Your eyes lock with theirs.

“What are you doing?”

“Yoongi oh god”, you lower the candlestick and groan, “don’t scare me like that, I thought you’re a burglar or something.”

Yoongi snorts and laughs, “and why would a burglar use the keys to get inside? Or turn the lights on?”

“I don’t know man, don’t question my panic logic”, you say, placing the candlestick on its original place, “but what are you doing here? Don’t you have a meeting till seven?”

“I left earlier”, he says, waddling to the couch to sit down.

You follow him with your eyes, studying him from head to toe. Yoongi never leaves a meeting early.

“Why? Are you feeling alright?” you ask him as you hurry to him, sit down and place your hand on his forehead to check for a fever.

He nods his head.

“So why are you here?” you ask.

“It was boring and so I left. Maybe we could hang out instead.”

“Huh? I don’t get it. You left because it was boring and you wanted to spend time with me?”

Yoongi nods his head, looking into your eyes with a certain emotion. You can’t quite figure out what that emotion means, but you know that it makes you feel tingly.

“Oh”, you chuckle nervously, “okay.”

Yoongi gives you a shy grin.

“Do you want to make dinner together?” he asks.

You feel so confused. So flabbergasted. So…weirdly appreciated.

“S-sure we can do that. I haven’t eaten yet.”

“Nice. I’m in the mood for Kalguksu. What do you think?” he asks as his eyes race over your features.

You nod your head yes. You are still busy with processing everything that has happened in the last five minutes. So Yoongi left his meeting earlier because it was boring and he wanted to spend time with you instead. And now he wants to spend even more time with you by cooking together. This is giving you such confusing signals.

“Nice, let me just change into something more comfortable”, he says and then waddles away to get to his room.

“What are you doing?”

Yoongi makes you turn around. You were just in the middle of deep cleaning your room when your very loud banging and vacuuming drew Yoongi out of his room. He looked sleepy, with his black hair completely tousled and his eyes puffy.

“I’m cleaning my room, I felt like it’s needed.”

Yoongi lets his eyes wander over the messy room. The floors were invisible from all the rubbish and clothes piling all over themselves. Your furniture’s surfaces were covered in all sorts of stuff and dirty laundry and your sheets were stained from long usage. You like to lovingly call it your depressive heartbreak cave. Yoongi would never comment on it because he knows that you don’t want it to happen, he just makes sure that you never leave any food out so you wouldn’t get mold poisoning. Knowing that you feel ready enough to finally clean it makes him feel proud.

“That’s cool. Should I help?”

“You don’t have to. I know it’s your free day today, I don’t want to burden you.”

“You don’t burden me. Just give me a few to wake up because I just took a massive nap and I am currently tripping.”

He makes you giggle, forcing his heart to flutter at the sound of it.

“No worries Yoongs, take your time”, you tell him and Yoongi finds himself staring at your smile just one second too long.

“Mhm”, he lets out and turns to leave.

When Yoongi comes back, you have already cleaned all of your surfaces from the dirt. You are in the middle of the big pile, sorting through it.

“Hey”, he announces himself and sits down next to you.

“Do you see what I did?”

“Yes, you did a lot. I’m proud of you.”

You look at him with sparkly eyes.

“Thank you”, you whisper.

“Mhm”, Yoongi hums and gives you a sweet smile.

He reaches out to pat your knee.

“Tell me what to do.”

“Can you get all the laundry and sort it into piles?”

“On it.”

So you and Yoongi spend the next hour sorting through your stuff. You spend it sorting through your trash whilst Yoongi makes sure that every piece of clothing gets thrown on the right pile. You are listening to music as you do it. There are a few songs of Yoongi in your playlist as well and each time one of his songs comes up, you gasp and then send Yoongi a knowing grin.

You comment something along the way of “this is your best song” and then hum the melody to it. And Yoongi finds himself standing still for just a few seconds, looking at your face and feeling warm inside.

“Oh that.”

Yoongi turns, watching you stare at a little plushy. You look sad. He knows that this was one of the plushies your ex gave you as a weak apology after he fucked up again. You accepted each of them gladly and pretended as if everything was okay again, when in reality nothing should have been fine again.

He sits down next to you, studying your face. You acknowledge his presence by showing him the plushy with a tilt of your wrist.

“He gave me that plushy after I found him cheating on me”, you say and Yoongi feels his stomach tighten in anger. Your ex is really such a piece of shit.

“So throw it away.”

“You think so?” you ask him with uncertainty in your voice.

“Yes, throw it away. Hell, throw everything away this bastard gave you.”

“I don’t know if I can do this”, you confess, lowering your eyes.

“Well, do you want to keep those memories? Do you wanna be reminded that you got cheated on each time you look at that bear?”

“No”, you whisper, shaking your head.

“And this one”, he picks up another, “didn’t he give you that elephant after he destroyed your favourite scrapbook? On purpose, if I may add.”

“Yes, he did.”

“So? Do you really wanna keep this memory?”

“No, of course not”, you say with your voice barely audible.

“Then let’s throw it away”, he says, opening a new rubbish bag, “do it, I promise you that it’ll feel good.”

You hesitate, switching your gaze between his face and the rubbish bag he holds open. He gives you a patient smile and it is enough to give you enough strength to make that fateful move. You throw the plushy away, having to gasp afterwards from the intensity of the act.

You touch your own chest, feeling so lighthearted and so relieved that you have to check if your heart is still beating.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks.

“Yeah”, you say and laugh, “it feels really good.”

Yoongi smiles and hands you the elephant plushy.

You accept it and throw it away with a laugh on your tongue and relief in your heart. You fill up three rubbish bags with all the stuff you have accumulated from your ex over the years. A few tears were spilled, which Yoongi stopped with gentle hugs and sweet words. A few cursewords fell, which Yoongi supported by letting out even ruder cursewords and making you laugh with it. There was hesitation and Yoongi was there for you through it all, holding the rubbish bag open until you finally threw away another piece of awful memory.

Come nightfall and your room is finally cleaned. The floors are empty and wiped. The furniture is carrying the stuff it is supposed to carry and not your rubbish. And your bed sheets are changed and fill the room with the scent of freshly washed laundry.

Speaking of laundry. You and Yoongi are currently busy hanging up your masses of laundry, listening to music and laughing.

The bags and bags of rubbish Yoongi already carried downstairs to the big rubbish containers in your apartment’s backgarden. Now you are truly free of every burdening thought those items brought with them.

You turn to Yoongi once you are done hanging up the laundry. He is currently squatting in front of the laundry machine, trying to get the settings right for the last round of laundry. There he is. Your handyman. No matter what your problem is, he will always be there to fix it.

You walk to him and squat down beside him.

He turns his head.

“Thank you”, you say and then hug him.

Yoongi gasps, feeling confused for a second before wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“For what?” he asks.

“Just for being the best thing in my life.”

Yoongi blushes, closing his eyes because he feels way too overwhelmed by his emotions.

“I’m not.”

“Yeah you are. Now hush and take it.”

He chuckles, growing small in your hands from feeling way too shy.

“Whatever, I’ll take it I guess.”

You giggle and squeeze him tightly.

“Oh Yoongs, you’re so cute.”

Yoongi feels himself blush even more, burying his nose in your shoulder and wishing for this moment to never end.

You and him were grocery shopping because you wanted to cook tonight. It was Yoongi’s idea, saying that he wants to spend time with you. You felt really tingly when he said it and agreed instantly.

You are currently standing in the cheese aisle when a certain face calls your attention.

“Fuck, oh no. Help.”

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you, inspecting the panic in your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Will”, you whisper the words into Yoongi’s ear, “he’s right there.”

Yoongi scans the aisle. You were right. There he is. Standing by the milk section and looking like the ugly cunt that he is. Yoongi looks back at you.

“Are you okay?” he asks, touching your arm in a soothing manner.

It has been twenty eight days ever since you last saw your shitty ex, but Yoongi knows just how easily you can fall back into your pattern again. One conversation can mean losing weeks and weeks of hard earned process.

“Yes, I’m okay”, you say, “goddammit. It’s so weird, I don’t want him to see me. I don’t look cool. Wait, should we act as if we’re dating?”

“Huh?” Yoongi widens his eyes, almost tripping over his own feet.

“Sorry, I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m panicking. I don’t know what to do. Help me Yoongi. Frick, did he just see us? Yoongi, I think he saw us.”

Yoongi checks for himself. Will most definitely did not see you. He is still very busy with picking out milk.

“Calm down, he didn’t”, Yoongi says in a soft spoken voice.

“I’m done for. Yoongi, I wanna look cool.”

“You do.”

“Does my hair look nice? And my face? Frick, I should have put on other pants. Noo, there is a stain on them.”

“You look beautiful ___.”

You stop talking just to stare.

Yoongi reaches out and fixes a strand of your hair, giving you a sweet smile. The gesture sends a warm tingle over your skin.

“Don’t worry, he’ll look at you”, he caresses your cheek with the back of his hand, “and he’ll regret ever treating you like shit.”

“I..” you lower your eyes, feeling your heart flutter. You know that Yoongi only says those words to calm down your nervousness and yet you can’t help but feel so appreciated and so pretty. Yoongi thinks you are beautiful. This feels so awesome, “thank you”, you whisper, reaching out to touch his chest.

Yoongi looks at your hands then at your face, feeling his cheeks heat up just slightly. He feels so warm right now. Here in this blindingly bright grocery aisle you are touching his chest and looking at his face with your pretty eyes. And he feels unbreakable, as if in this tiny moment in his life nothing could hurt him.

“___?”

The moment breaks, Yoongi is left shivering as you pull your hand away.

You lift your head, coming face to face with Will. He is staring, carrying jealousy in his eyes.

“Hm?” you squint your eyes as if you needed to take a better look at him, “oh Will!” you exclaim, “wow, I completely forgot who you were for a sec”, you say and laugh.

Yoongi has to stifle his laughter. He likes the new you. This attitude suits you.

Will seems taken aback for a second.

“Yeah uh…it’s me”, he hesitates then speaks again, “what are you doing here?”

“Well”, you look around, “it’s a grocery store, I don’t know what you’re doing here, but we’re shopping for, you know, groceries.”

Will laughs awkwardly.

“True yeah, you’ve become really funny ___.”

“No I haven’t, I always have been.”

“Huh?”

“What?” you challenge with a cock of your eyebrow.

“Nothing, uhm…” Will clears his throat rather awkwardly, “hey do you wanna grab coffee tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” you check your invisible watch, “would you look at that? It seems like I don’t have time tomorrow.”

“Hah”, Will sneaks a glance at Yoongi, “today then? I’m free now.”

“I’m not. Yoongi and I are gonna cook together”, you say, pointing at the man by your side.

Will sends him a jealous look.

“Is he your new boyfriend?”

Yoongi tenses up in nervousness when you wrap your arms around his arm and then squeeze your cheek against him.

“Yes he is and we are very happy.”

Yoongi gawks at you with big eyes, feeling short of breath.

“Great, couldn’t even wait a month could you?” Will’s once nervous voice is laced with poisonous jealousy, now directed at Yoongi.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh give me a break, I know you always wanted her. Of course you’d leech off of her now that she’s all confused and heartbroken.”

Yoongi straightens his back and takes a step closer to Will. Although he is a good five inches smaller than your ex, he seems to tower over him.

“Now I’m gonna tell you something”, he hisses, “the fact that you know that she was confused and heartbroken and that you have the audacity to act as if I’m a villain when you used that confusion times and times again to hurt her, makes you look like the greatest fucking cunt.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“We both know that that’s a lie”, Yoongi spits.

Will seems to struggle for words, looking between your face and Yoongi’s.

Yoongi steps back and drapes his arm around your shoulder.

You giggle, drawing into him and sending Yoongi’s heart into a complete frenzy. Will is wrong with a lot of things, except for one thing. Holy fuck, Yoongi has such a massive crush on you. He’s not trying to let it show, but you snuggling into him right now as you and him pretend to be a couple for the sake of annoying your ex, does things to his heart. He knows that you are just pretending to look cool in front of your ex, but fuck, this does things to his heart. You and him dating. Yoongi feels dizzy just thinking about that possibility.

“Either way, me and my boyfriend are gonna go now. See you not”, you say and make Yoongi move with a gentle nudge.

“I..uh…” Will presses out, blinking rapidly.

“Oh yeah”, you stop abruptly, making Yoongi gasp in surprise. You whip around, keeping a tight grip on Yoongi’s waist, “he has a huge dick and your dick is small. Also you can’t use it for shit.”

“What the fuck?”

You giggle and then snuggle back into Yoongi. And then you finally abandon your ex in the milk aisle.

You have just crossed the corner when Yoongi can’t take it anymore, breaking into loud cackles.

“He has a huge dick and your dick is small? What the hell ___?” he says in a laugh.

You giggle, “listen, I was improvising. I don’t know why I said that.”

“No it was awesome, fuck”, he says and snorts very ungracefully, “fuck this was the funniest thing you’ve ever done.”

“You think so? So I wasn’t too mean?”

“No, you were perfect. Seriously, I freaking love you, this is going to stay in my brain. I-“

You silence him by kissing his cheek.

Yoongi swallows down his voice, feeling dizzy.

“I love you too Yoongs.”

“Huh? I- huh? What?”

You grin goofily and then rest your head on his chest.

“Fuck, I just really showed it to him, didn’t I?” you say and giggle, “I feel so proud right now. I’m sorry for pulling you into this, I hope you don’t mind. I just wanted to show him just how over him I am.”

Yoongi slowly understands what you mean. That you love him like a best friend loves her best friend. And it hurts because for just a second he thought that you loved him the way he loves you.

“It’s totally fine. I’m just glad I could help”, he presses out, shivering in the cold once you step back.

You spend your free day painting. You always loved painting, but stopped doing it after your ex told you that you don’t really have talent for it. You want to do it again these days. Now that you haven’t seen his face for two months and your phone stayed free of his messages as well, you realised just how awesome your life is without him. You are so happy, you feel so confident in your hobbies again and you also feel just a tiny bit pretty again. Not much and you have to thank Yoongi for giving you enough confidence to feel pretty again. He developed the habit of always coming into your room right after waking up just to greet you and give you a little compliment. You know that he only does this to help you gain your confidence back, but there are days where you wish that maybe he meant it from the bottom of his heart.

Today you felt like painting, using bright colours and bold strokes. You have no idea what it should depict once you are finished, but you don’t care because you are having so much fun doing it. You also plan on giving Yoongi the painting as a thank you present for always being there for you when you need him.

A knock on your door makes you stop for just a moment.

“Come in!”

The door opens and in steps Yoongi. He is dressed in his casual clothes. Black sweats and a black jumper with fluffy socks. He looks comfy and as if he smelled really nice.

“Oh Yoongi, hey”, you say, giving him a grin.

“Hey, how are you doing?” he asks you, waddling to your spot to sit down next to you.

So now he is sitting next to you on the floor, cross-legged and with his cheeks rosy. Also. You were right, he smells amazing. His scent surrounds him and tickles your nose, making your heartbeat speed up.

“I’m doing really good. I’m painting and it’s so much fun.”

“I can see”, Yoongi says and studies the painting, “it’s really nice. You are really talented.”

Your heart flutters. He likes it.

“Thank you”, you whisper, feeling even better about your painting now that Yoongi complimented it. Wow, so this is how it feels like to be complimented on your art. Wow, wow, wow.

"How was your walk?" you ask him giddily.

"Good. I got an idea for a new song. Listen", he says and presses play on his phone. Yoongi recorded himself humming the melody and singing a few lines of lyrics. He sounds so endearing on it.

The recording ends and Yoongi lowers his phone with his face carrying shyness.

"Don't bully my voice, I know it sucks", he murmurs, fumbling with the lobe of his ear nervously.

"No it doesn’t, it's really good. I love the part where you go", you demonstrate your favourite part, making Yoongi smile with it.

"You think so? I like that part too."

"It's awesome. I can’t wait to hear it once it’s done."

He lowers his eyes nervously and touches the side of his neck. You turn back to your painting and continue your work.

Yoongi stays with you as you work, watching the strokes of your brushes and finding great relaxation in the movements of them.

"Any ideas on which instruments you want to use?"

"Not really. Maybe strings, they could work really well."

"Mhm that sounds nice", you say, mixing pink and purple to create yet another shade of pink. It’s pretty, you like it. You use it to shade the little triangle you drew in green.

“Hey ___”, he breaks the comfortable silence, “I’ve got something for you.”

“Huh? For me? Really?” you make sure, placing your brush down.

You turn to him. He nods his head.

“What is it?”

He lowers his eyes and then opens his palm to present a small stone to you. Just a little bit bigger than a peach pit, white with pink speckles all over it.

“A stone?” you gasp, taking it between your fingers. It is warm from his palm, just slightly damp from his nervous sweat, “oh my god you got me a stone?!” your voice is squeaky in excitement.

Yoongi watches how you inspect it with sparkling eyes and how you begin smiling.

“You got me a stone! Oh my god! Why did you get me a stone?”

He shrugs his shoulders, scratching the side of his neck nervously.

“Just so, I saw it lying on the ground and it made me think of you, so I picked it up”, he mumbles, cheeks turning beet red.

“Yoongi”, you say, eyes filling with tears, “this is so pretty”, you whisper, resting your cheek on it, “thank you so much.”

Yoongi smiles, “I’m happy you like it.”

“I do”, you say, falling around his neck to give him a tight hug.

Yoongi closes his eyes immediately, wrapping his arms around your middle to tug you closer. He feels you giggle and then squeeze him back.

“Thank you so much”, you say, sniffling quietly.

“Are you crying?” he whispers.

“Yes”, you whisper.

“Don’t cry.”

“I’m so happy. I always wanted to have someone give me a stone.”

Yoongi smiles and caresses your back.

“I know”, he whispers.

He shivers when you run your fingers through his hair and almost faints when a second later he feels your lips on his cheek in a tender kiss.

You pull away, looking at him with glassy yet happy eyes.

“But Yoongi, I don’t understand what that means.”

“It’s just..so…I don’t know”, he murmurs, fidgeting nervously.

“I mean”, you let out an awkward laugh, “nevermind, it’s silly”, you say and grin, “I’ll have to find a place for it. Thank you so much, this is the sweetest present someone ever gave to me.”

Then you draw back and stand up to find a place for your new present.

You place the stone on your windowsill right next to your potted plant and your tiny figurine of a cat. You love how it looks. It may be small and many people wouldn’t see any difference in your room, but you do and you feel so happy that it is now part of your collection.

“Wow, this looks so pretty there”, you gasp and giggle, “look Yoongi.”

You turn and halt.

“What’s wrong?”

“___ I have to tell you something.”

“Okay”, you say, sitting down next to him. You intertwine your fingers with his’, “what’s wrong?”

“___ I…” he halts just to inhale shakily. He laughs nervously, looking to the side.

“What is it?” you ask without any sort of hurry in your voice.

“___ I love you.”

“Aww Yoongs”, you say and smile, “I love you too.”

He is so sweet. This is so typical of him. Yoongi is such a secret softie. He may struggle a little with words of affection, but when he does finally get them out, they are always honest and so, so sweet.

“No, I…”

“Yes Yoongs?”

“I’m in love with you”, he confesses in a barely there whisper.

“Oh.”

Yoongi lowers his head.

“Sorry.”

“For what?”

“For making Us weird.”

Kiss.

Yoongi lifts his head quickly, staring into your eyes.

You just kissed his cheek.

“Hehe”, you let out and grin.

Yoongi touches the spot you kissed.

“I don’t understand”, he whispers.

“I feel the same”, you say and scrunch your nose up, “I think. At least. I don’t know. I know that I love you and that you make me really happy and lately I feel really tingly when you’re in the room with me. A-and it’s so weird of me to say this, but you left a meeting for me and, and look at me after waking up a-and now you’ve given me a stone and I know you’ve just done all of this to cheer me up, but that’s like always been my dream and maybe I think I’m in love with you too because of it.”

“I know”, he whispers, “n-not, not the love part, but the other part. With the dream and all the things I did.”

“You knew?” you press out, feeling yourself tear up.

“You told me. I don’t know, I remembered. I don’t know”, he lowers his eyes shyly, “it’s not a big deal I guess.”

“Yes, yes it is”, you sniffle, making Yoongi raise his head in alarm.

“Don’t cry.”

“It’s the biggest deal ever. Yoongi holy fuck”, you press out and sob.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

“Yes it is!” you exclaim and smile at him behind your tears, “it’s so okay. You make me feel okay and, and it makes me want to kiss your lips, because this is like my dream and you are really handsome and freaking love you so much.”

“Oh”, he lets out and goes to hide his face behind his hands, “oh my god ___”, he presses out and then giggles. He giggles like an excited little child all whilst trying his hardest to hide his burning cheeks from your eyes.

And you do the same, except that you hide your face in his shoulder and sit down on his lap just so you could be closer to him.

“I’m so happy Yoongi, I’m so happy”, you laugh and sob and laugh some more.

And Yoongi does what he does best. He hugs you and lets you have this emotional moment while maybe spilling a few tears of happiness himself. And once those tears stop and you and him are giggling and hugging and feeling so happy, you lift your head just to look at him. And it feels different when you do.

You always knew that Yoongi was handsome and that you liked the way his features worked together so perfectly and also how they all looked individually. You liked his button nose and the shape of his pouty lips, you loved the sparkle of his eyes and the softness of his cheeks. You always loved his face, but in this moment you love it a hundred million times more.

You cup his handsome face and lean in.

Stop. Hesitation. Nervousness.

“It’s okay, I want it”, he whispers, cupping your face in his big, healing hands.

You giggle and draw closer.

One kiss. Just a shy touch of lips then you and him pull back simultaneously.

Eyes exchange looks. Hearts race before synching their rhythms. Lips tingle for more.

Yoongi is the one feeling braver, maybe however he feels greedy now that he can finally kiss you. He just wants to do it. He wants to kiss you the way you deserve to be kissed. With tenderness, with adoration and with utter devotion. There is no other way you deserve to be kissed and as he shows you the kisses he will give you from now on, you find yourself drawing closer to him and sighing his name because nobody has ever kissed you that way before.

You don’t really stop kissing for the rest of the day. You try to make dinner together, but Yoongi ends up kissing you against the kitchen counter with his hands on your lower back. You try to watch a movie together, but Yoongi ends up kissing you on the sofa with you on his lap and his hands cradling your body. You also try to fall asleep in your separate rooms, but Yoongi ends up joining you in your bed ten seconds in and kissing you until you both feel too sleepy to continue.

It is Saturday now. Ten hours after you and him stopped kissing and you are awake. Yoongi is still asleep, sleeping next to you in fetus position and with his hands between his knees. He looks really tiny in that position. He is so cute. You giggle, muffling most of the sound in your pillow in order not to wake him up. He is so cute and now you know that he likes you. Actually likes you. It feels so awesome to experience. What feels even more awesome to experience is when Yoongi opens his eyes, studies your face and begins smiling.

“Hey”, you say.

“Best view ever”, he murmurs and reaches out to touch your hand.

“Oh my god”, you gasp and giggle like a little child, “Yoongi, oh my god.”

“What?” he asks sleepily, blinking slowly to wake himself up.

“I wanna cry again, thank you”, you say and then draw closer to snuggle into him.

Yoongi accepts it with a tired grunt and his legs entangling with yours. He smells really good. Warm from sleep which helps the scent of his shower gel to really come out. He thinks that you smell really good too, warm and sweet just like your shampoo.

“Mhm darling, you’ll make me wanna sleep again if you cuddle me like that”, he murmurs, nuzzling his face into your hair.

“I’m your darling”, you whisper, voice filled with awe.

“Mh-hm.”

You giggle.

“And you’re my darling too?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Wow”, you let out in a breathy laugh, snuggling closer. You wiggle like a happy cat, making Yoongi purr in comfort, "I like this nickname. It’s so sweet. Will never called me that, he always called me babe. I don’t like that nickname, it sucks."

"Hm", he hums, rubbing slow circles on your back, "I don’t like it either. It’s really impersonal and lame."

"Hard agree", you say then sigh, "oh Yoongs, you’re so snuggly."

"You too, I feel really comfy."

"Me too, yes, me too", you say and give him a squeeze. You let out a little squeak as you do, making Yoongi chuckle fondly.

"You're cute", he says.

"Wow", you whisper, "thank you…"

Yoongi cradles you in his arms and kisses the crown of your head. He is a little bit sad about the fact that even the smallest of compliments leaves you feeling stunned. You never should have been brought that low and Yoongi swears that he will personally lift you up until you can finally touch the clouds again.

"What nicknames do you like? I like many nicknames", you say.

"Really? Tell me."

"Snuggles is so cute and it fits you because you are snuggly. And honeybun, I don’t know, you remind me of honey."

He chuckles, "I do? Is it because I never expire?"

"No tzt", you nudge his chest, "it's because you’re sweet. Goddammit Yoongi, now you made it weird."

You make him laugh and then kiss the crown of your head

"You're adorable", he whispers and kisses you again, "maybe I'll call you cutie or sweetie because that’s what you are."

"Stop, oh my god", you gasp.

Yoongi chuckles softly, petting the back of your head. He is seriously so happy right now. This is everything he ever wanted.

You spend your Saturday in bed together. Sleeping, talking, sleeping again, talking and kissing, sleeping once more, listening to music and coming up with song ideas, making out because Yoongi is obsessed with you and him writing music together, snacking, cuddling and kissing then some more cuddling. And it was awesome.

Yoongi is currently out of bed because he really needed to pee. He returns with two bowls of food.

"I warmed some of the leftover goulash", he explains, handing one of the bowls to you.

"Wow, thank you. I was honestly starving. This is great", you say, accepting it happily.

You share some bread with the goulash and you may also steal one kiss from Yoongi when he least expects it. It makes him fluster and then give you a quick kiss back.

Your bowls of food are empty by now, standing on your floor for later clean-up. You are on Yoongi’s lap again, fingers entangled in his hair and lips dancing with his'. He is letting out the softest of noises as you kiss him, making you feel so wanted. Your ex never let you know that he liked the kisses. Quite frankly, he didn’t even kiss you for that long and that passionately in the first place. But that doesn't matter anymore, because you have Yoongi now and he is all that matters.

You break the kiss for a moment of air, pulling back just to look at his face. His cheeks are heated, his pouty lips look so puffy from all the nibbling and sucking you did and his pupils are just slightly dilated.

You let out a shy giggle, lowering your eyes. Yoongi cups your cheek, tracing your features with his thumb.

"What is it?" he asks in that sweet, calming voice of his'.

"It's just...we're kissing so much", you confess and hide your face behind your hands, "I hope I don’t bore you."

"Bore me?" he chuckles softly, "darling, why should I be bored? This is like the most exciting thing I have done in a long time."

"Really?" at that you look into his eyes, meeting honesty in them.

"Of course. You are the best kisser", he says and it makes you feel so warm and tingly inside.

"Thank you", you whisper, closing your eyes when a second later he tugs you onto his lips for yet another round of kissing.

And so you kiss again. You kiss because kissing Yoongi is honestly the best thing that has ever happened to you too. It doesn’t even feel awkward that you and him went from being best friends to lovers overnight. You thought it to feel awkward and that it would make you nervous or that your situation would be weird from now on. But it doesn't. It feels right, as if it was always meant to happen and as if scattered pieces of the universe finally shifted into their right places.

"Yoongs", you sigh, breaking the kiss.

"Hm?" he hums, chasing your lips.

"It feels good."

"Mh-hm yeah", he says and places his hands on your hips, "com'ere, wanna have a kiss."

You lean in whilst giggling, running your hands over his torso while Yoongi lets his own dance over your legs. You learn that Yoongi feels way more built and lean than his small frame lets one believe. His arms are sculpted, courtesy of all the handy little work he does in your apartment. And his chest carried a certain strength to it, you blame it on the big, golden heart it has to carry around. That thought makes you giggle and then kiss him deeper.

Yoongi reacts by letting out a soft moan, squeezing your thighs in his strong, yet gentle hands.

You and him are both aware that this is affecting both of you. Truly affecting you. You learned from all the kissing you did, that Yoongi is the type of man that gets hard if only you kiss him long enough. And that knowledge made you realise that you are actually also the type of woman to get wet when being kissed. You blame it solely on Yoongi. He has magical powers in his pretty lips.

And right now. Right in this moment, as the light of the setting sun is shining into your room and your bodies are tingly from all the previous make-out sessions, you didn’t want to stop anymore. You run your hands down his torso, tugging at the strings of his sweatpants teasingly. You don’t open them, you just tease.

"Fuck ___", Yoongi presses out, touching your lower back.

"Hm?"

"You gotta stop."

"With what? That?" you tug at his strings, loosening them slightly.

He exhales shakily, chasing your kiss with parted lips and his half-lidded eyes focused on your mouth.

"You're addicting", he rasps.

You shiver, touching his chest. His heart was racing, copying your rhythm.

"I'm addicting?"

"Yeah...so much…" he licks his lips, moans softly, "wanna keep getting lost in you."

He manages to send a shiver through your entire body.

"Yoongi, I’m wet", you panic instantly, "sorry! Ew, why did I say this?"

Yoongi breaks away, giving you a lopsided smile. He lets his eyes run up and down your body, keeping them half-lidded.

"You're wet?"

"Stoop, don’t bully me", you whine, feeling like hiding.

But Yoongi tugs your hands away and makes you look into his eyes.

"Can I try?" he asks.

"Huh?"

He licks his lips, making you follow his tongue with eager eyes.

"I wanna try."

"Wait. Serious?" you ask, having to laugh afterwards, "like serious, serious?"

"Why...not?" Yoongi furrows his brows, "goddammit ___ how much shittier does your ex get?"

You fluster now that Yoongi saw right through you.

"Did he at least make you cum somehow?"

"I, uh..hah, yeah about that…"

"Goddamn", he lets out and grinds his teeth, "he's such a cunt. Imagine dating you and not wanting to make you cum over and over again."

"Oh my god, Yoongi", you gasp, "you and your loose tongue."

That’s when Yoongi surprises you by flipping you and him over. Your head finds its resting position on the foot end of your bed, Yoongi’s body claims the emptiness between your legs. Quite frankly it steals the sanity from you.

"It's not only loose, but fucking skilled too", he rasps, "I'll send you to heaven and back, darling."

"Bruh", you gawk at him, "sorry, that was not a sexy reaction."

Yoongi chuckles, "you're always sexy."

He makes you fluster, but also squirm because now all you can think about is his tongue and what it could do to you. You are staring at his lips, twisting the front of his shirt.

"Wow…"

"Now can I show you?" he asks, noticing the eagerness in your gaze.

"Yes please", you whisper.

"Thank you, fuck you’re making me the happiest man", he says and goes to kiss your neck. He kissed your neck before, last night during the movie. It doesn’t make the sensation any less intense. You are shivering, feeling the effects of it right between your legs.

Yoongi is a lot more vocal in his neck kisses than he was last night however. Soft moans, whispered praises, shaky breaths. He lets you know that although you were the one being kissed, he feels just as affected by them.

He trails his kisses down your body very soon, exploring your torso through your shirt. He tried tugging your shirt up, but stopped when he felt you squirm uncomfortably. You weren’t feeling confident enough for that step yet and Yoongi is looking forward to the journey of getting you there. No matter how long it takes. But for now, he is doing best with your shirt tickling his lips.

"Feels so nice", you sigh, melting under him.

He hums and finally he reaches your inner thighs.

It’s just one kiss. One touch of his tender lips. And you are squirming. This feels amazing. Holy fuck, if a simple thigh kiss feels like that, than how will he feel between your legs?

You whimper his name, making him lift his head.

"Too fast?"

"No, too slow."

He chuckles, "message received. Lift your hips."

"Why?"

"So I can take off your pants to eat you out. Only if you allow me though."

"Oh uhm", a short moment of contemplation, "yes, okay."

You lift your hips, waiting with bated breath until he finally has your pants pulled down. Well damn, now you’re naked. You close your legs, tugging your shirt down.

"What's wrong? Not a fan of it? Should I get the pants again?" he asks.

"No, it’s just. Just don’t laugh or something, I don’t know."

"I won’t laugh, don’t be scared. I got you", he promises you, calming down your nervousness by kissing your knee.

"Really? Promise?"

"Promise."

"Okay so, uhm", you open your legs for a good second, "eek", you close them again, "dude that was fucking scary, my heart is racing."

Yoongi settles back, looking at you with those patient and never judgemental eyes of his'.

"What are you scared of? Tell me and I'll try to understand you."

He doesn’t even realise just how important this is right now. Him being so patient and understanding. This isn’t something you had before. It was always dick out, pants down, no questions asked with your ex. This right here shows you that it can be different too. That you are also allowed to feel comfortable. And it means the world to you.

You take a deep breath for good luck and then finally - finally - voice your thoughts.

"Okay so uhm. What if I taste weird?"

"You won’t. I love eating pussy."

"H-hot, but also...what if you don’t like the shape of it?"

"Won't happen, you’re beautiful. All of you."

"Wow", you giggle, "but what if...I didn’t really like...shave."

"So? You’re a grown-ass woman, you’re supposed to have hair down there."

"But Will-"

"Will is a crusty manchild cunt, he doesn’t deserve to be let anywhere near a pussy."

He cracks you up, shedding you of a million pounds of tension and nervousness. Yoongi chuckles and caresses your leg.

"Thank you", you whisper, "seriously thank you."

He gives you a knowing smile, running his palms up and down the inside of your thighs without ever intruding your private space. It is still enough to make you feel needy and make you crave more.

"Now, can I see your pretty pussy, darling? I'm so greedy for a look."

“You’re literally so hot when you talk like this, what the fuck”, you whisper, making him smirk nonchalantly, “okay, yes uhm", you say and then open your legs for him.

Yoongi lets his eyes flit down, widening them instantly. Even his lips part in awe.

"Holy fuck ___ look at you. Wow. Just wow. You have the sexiest pussy ever."

"Stop that, oh my god", you gasp and despite your complaints, you open your legs further.

"Yes, wow. Look at you. Fucking look at you."

Yoongi’s eyes are spilling over in adoration for you and it makes you feel really sexy. And confident too.

"I'm so lucky. Fuck, I’m so fucking lucky", he rasps and lies down on his stomach, wrapping his arms around your legs, “so fucking lucky, look at you”, he murmurs and lowers his head to your pussy.

"Eek", you squeak, ripping your eyes open.

Your life flashes before your eyes. You watch the creation of the universe. And you are pretty sure that for a second you travelled to the end of the galaxy. So this is how that feels like. Goddamn.

"Ah, hah - oh god."

Yoongi moans, staring at your face and dancing his tongue up and down your pussy. You taste so good, feel so soft and warm. It’s only been seconds and he is already obsessed.

"T-that feels so good. Urgh god, Yoongi", you press out, wiggling your hips.

Yoongi stops your fleeing body by throwing your legs over his shoulders, keeping them still with a strong grip. He can taste how much this gesture affects you. He can feel how this small act makes you clench. Can hear it too as your voice pitches so perfectly.

"So sweet", he uses the vibrations of his voice to his advantage, making you twitch and gasp, "my darling's so sweet", he seals his words by sucking your clit between his pouty lips. For just a second because then you flinch away and laugh.

"Yoongi, fuck."

"What's wrong?"

"I just", you lift your head to stare at him, "you're a demon what the hell? I already wanna cum."

"I'm a demon?" he chuckles, "or maybe you’re just needy."

"Hey", you pout.

He smirks, "it's hot that you are", he rasps and then wiggles his tongue through your folds all whilst keeping up the eye contact.

You gasp and tense up, trying and failing to keep your eyes open.

“Jesus fuck, Yoongi…”

You tilt your head back, parting your lips in bliss.

You’re so lovely. So goddamn pretty. Yoongi can’t get enough of the view and your pussy. He buries himself deeper, grinding his tongue over your clit all whilst gazing at your face.

"Ah", you drop your head and arch your back. Then you moan and melt under the sensations. This feels so good. It seriously does. Being so loved feels so good.

Yoongi soothes your trembling legs with slow rubs up and down. You know that he got you, that this right here is what security and safety feels like. And it may sound weird, but it heals your heart as well. Yoongi eating your sweet pussy is healing your heart. It sounds like a joke, but it isn’t. Being so appreciated is like medicine to you.

“Yoongi…” you sigh, caressing his back by wiggling your feet.

He answers you with a sweet moan, littering your pussy with kisses to give her a little break and also because he is fucking obsessed. You giggle each time he does.

“Does that feel nice?” he asks in fond chuckles, kissing your clit.

“Yeah”, you giggle, nodding your head vigorously.

“Mhm darling…I love your pussy”, he sighs and finally darts his tongue out again.

“Oh! Oh wow”, you gasp, legs twitching on his back and pussy welcoming his licks with eager clenches. It happens naturally that you reach down to twist his hair, only to get cold feet and pat his head awkwardly instead, “fuck sorry”, you laugh.

“Mhm?”

“I don’t know why I did that.”

“It’s alright, you’re so sexy”, he assures you and makes you moan with just a perfect flick of his tongue. It also doesn’t help that he decided to slip one of his fingers into you, slowly and carefully in order not to overwhelm you.

Not that it does not overwhelm you. Not in a bad way. But in a totally leg shaking, mind scrambling type of way.

“How’s that?” he asks, listening to your whimpering and mewling. He fucks his long finger in and out of you slowly, almost going crazy at just how warm and wet you feel around him.

“G-good, ah Yoongi”, you have to arch your back, melting in his hands.

“So perfect, I’m the luckiest”, he rasps in that sexy voice of his’ and connects his lips with your clit again. He sucks and licks her skillfully all whilst feeding your greedy pussy his finger.

“Yoongi, I wanna cum”, you whine, tightening around him.

He breaks away, "don’t hold back darling, let me taste your orgasm", he rasps and then he is already back on your pussy, bringing you closer and closer to heaven.

"Y-Yoongi", you choke out, gasping for air. You are so close. He is so good. This is the best.

"Feed me, darling. Feed me", Yoongi begs, making the lewdest of sounds as he flicks his tongue over your clit.

You wanted this to last longer, but physically can’t stop this high from happening. You have no practice in holding back your orgasms because you never got even remotely close to one in the first place. This is a skill you don’t possess, but right this moment you don’t care because with just a flick of his tongue and a curl of his finger, Yoongi actually sends you to heaven.

"Wow, oooh", you press out, reaching down to twist his hair. Your legs are shaking, your entire body is burning up. Yoongi guides you through your high, encouraging you with needy moans and eager licks. Even afterwards he keeps his mouth latched to your pussy, kissing her soothingly and making you sigh in complete bliss.

“That was so nice”, you whisper and sniffle, “Yoongi I’m-” you can’t stop it from happening. You start crying. You start crying because the fact that someone loves you enough that he wants to make you feel good, overwhelms you.

“Hey”, he is face to face with you instantly, hugging you safely, “it’s okay, I’m here.”

“It’s just so nice a-and it overwhelms m-me”, you stutter.

“Mhm, I hear you. It’s alright, I’m here now. It’s alright”, he soothes you.

“Thank y-you”, you sob, snuggling into his safe chest.

“Hey, of course. Oh my darling, don’t cry, it’s okay”, he whispers, holding you until you don’t feel like crying anymore.

You just feel a little embarrassed, lifting your head with your cheeks burning up. You meet honest fondness in his eyes, no judgement just fondness.

“Sorry for crying”, you murmur.

“Don’t apologise, it’s okay”, he assures you, caressing your cheek.

"I'm just such a mess", you laughed as you said the words but carried sadness in your eyes.

Yoongi wipes your tears away, "that's alright. I'm here and won’t leave. We can work on this together."

"Thank you", you whisper and touch his chest, "should I make you cum too?”

He laughs fondly, obviously surprised by your change in mood, but still completely enchanted.

“Only if you want to, you don’t have to.”

You tear up again, lower lip trembling.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

“It’s just that I’m not used to having my, my needs ackno- oh god, sorry”

"Don't apologize, you’re safe here."

"Fuck Yoongi", you press out and laugh. This time around, you are the one to wipe your tears, doing so with a little grunt. You inhale and exhale, "now I kinda wanna make you cum", you confess in a laugh.

He smiles, "yeah? Really?"

"Yes, you’re so awesome."

Yoongi blushes and gasps when you tug him closer by his shirt. Your eye contact is intense, filled with slight madness.

"Can you fuck me? Just like this?"

"Fuck ___ of course I can, but fuck."

"What?"

"You turn me on so much."

You giggle.

"I'll just get a condom real quick", he says, pecking your lips before leaving the bed to get to his room.

He returns a few moments later, carrying two condoms in case one of them breaks.

"Be glad you don’t have a dick, because running with a boner is the worst sensation ever", he says, making you laugh.

"I can imagine. But then, it’s not better with a vagina. It’s complete waterfalls once you stand up, and you can’t even stop it."

Yoongi laughs, "sounds awful."

"Yeah."

You probably would have continued laughing, hadn’t he taken his pants off and wrapped his fingers around his cock. He works skillfully to roll the condom on, but all you can concentrate on is his dick and just how fucking sexy it looks. Perfect in length, curved nicely and with the veins matching with those on his big hands. Meaning he had a perfectly shaped and veiny cock.

"Damn Yoongs."

He sneaks a glance your way.

"You like it?"

"Yeah, it’s sexy as fuck."

"T-thanks", he struggles slightly now that he is jerking himself, "can you turn for me?"

You obey gladly, turning on the mattress so your lower body is now facing him.

Yoongi steps closer to the edge of the bed and rests his heavy cock on your pussy. With slow rolls of his hips, he rubs his cockhead back and forth, grinding against your clit as he does. It makes you sigh and squirm. He is so good.

"I can't wait to fuck you", he croaks, touching your dripping entrance with his fingertips, "wow sweetie, so wet. Do you want this cock?" he asks, spanking your clit with it softly.

"Y-yeah."

"Yeah", he repeats, outlining himself with you, "ready?"

"So ready. "

Yoongi slips in with one push, feeding you his length slowly and carefully. It feels fucking incredible to him, but he doesn’t let it show yet. His eyes are focused on your face, monitoring your expressions. You look entirely blissed-out.

"How’s that?"

"Fucking amazing. Yoongi, ah."

Yoongi feels safe enough to move, moaning instantly. You whimper, lips curling into a happy smile.

"Yes, oh god, yes."

"You feel so good around me sweetie", Yoongi presses out, resting his hands on the mattress. Right beside your shoulders, making his length shift inside of you into an even better angle. With the help of his curve and his skilled movements, you feel like going up in flames.

"Feels so nice…" you sigh.

Being fucked feels so nice. It didn’t always feel like that, but this right here feels nice. Yoongi feels nice.

"Yes it does. You feel so fucking incredible", Yoongi is struggling with his words. He can’t concentrate. At least not on talking. Not when your body makes him feel so fucking eternal.

"Don't...stop…" you beg him.

"I won’t, I can do this all night."

"Really?"

"No, lies. I wanna cum. You’re such a turn on."

You laugh, peeling your eyes open.

"Yoongi", you laugh, "oh? Yoongi…" you moan, trembling in pleasure.

"Isn’t that nice?" he asks, writing his name with his hips. He wants to let your pussy know just exactly who treats her so fucking well. She is not going to forget about how good sex feels like, Yoongi is making sure of it.

"So nice", you keen, hooking your legs behind his lower back. You clench down on him, forcing a growl to rumble in his chest.

"Relax sweetie, relax."

"I am.."

"No, you’re clenching. You'll make me cum, relax."

"But I wanna make you cum", you whine, arching your back.

Yoongi can’t help himself. He places his left hand on your back, tracing the arch of it until he reaches your exposed ass. He grabs it with both hands, keeping you arched for him.

"Ah!" your moans pitch, your mouth falls open.

"So pretty, so fucking good", Yoongi grunts, holding your squirming hips while his cock was making sure you were being fed well. Your feet are grinding against his lower back as you squirm, your fingers are twisting the sheets.

"Holy fuck Yoongi, holy fuck Yoongi. Yoongi, ah Yoongi."

"I know, I can feel it. You’re taking me so well", he praises and connects his thumb with your clit. It is still so swollen and sensitive, throbbing under his fingertip as he rubs expert circles on it.

His cock, his finger, the position. Yoongi. Everything is turning you on to the point of no return.

"Fuck darling", he grunts, "you like that, don’t you? You like it when I play with pretty, little clit as I fuck you, don’t you?"

"Yes Yoongi, yes. Hnggn", you throw your head back, "ah!"

Your back arches more, his cock slips deeper. Yoongi throws his own head back, feeling his knees buckle in bliss.

"Fuck", he lets out that very distinct laugh he does. It sounds just slightly fake, but you know he only does it when he is genuinely stunned by something. Or in his songs. He loves doing this stupidly hot laugh in his songs sometimes. Knowing that you can actually and truly bring it out of him when you fuck him, scrambles your already scrambled brain to the point of no return.

"Fuck ___ I'm going insane, I wanna fucking cum."

"Soon please soon", you beg.

"Yeah? You close?"

You whimper, giving him all he needed to know.

"Fuck, then take your time."

"It's, it’s not long any-, ah, -more."

"So sexy, my darling's so sexy."

That praise. That perfectly timed praise was all it needed. You break around Yoongi’s cock, clenching down on him to the point that he has to stop just so he wouldn’t accidentally trigger his own high. He lets you rut into his hand, gawking at your face with blown out pupils and his cock aching for release.

"Yes ___ yes, give me everything. Cream my fucking cock, that’s it", he encourages you.

"Yoongi please cum", you beg, aching for the sensations.

"Fuck darling", he presses out, fulfilling your wish by finally moving his hips and riding on your high until the tight knot in his stomach breaks.

"Ah-ah", he orgasms with a shuddering moan, fearing for his legs for a good second as they almost give up on him. You floating on your afterglow and helping him with his high in the process. This is the best orgasm he ever had.

Yoongi slacks against you once his high has died down, elbows working hard on keeping him from slipping.

"Darling, sweetie", he whispers, nuzzling into your neck with a happy smile, "that was amazing. Holy fuck, I’m literally dizzy."

You giggle, wrapping your limbs around him until he can’t help but fall.

"Careful, careful my dick", he gasps.

"Oh! Sorry. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, you just almost made the condom slip", he says, taking care of it before an accident can happen. He chuckles, "fuck ___, you’re so amazing. That was seriously so good."

"Really?" you ask, changing your position so your head would be resting on his lap and your legs were bend behind his back.

Yoongi smiles, tracing your features with tender fingers.

"Yes really. You’re beautiful."

"Wow", you whisper, "no uhm...hah, thank you."

He gives you a reassuring smile, “you know what? Let’s prepare a really warm bath and take it together. That’ll help you relax.”

“Yes…wow… this sounds so romantic..wow."

You nod your head, gazing at his face as if he was your saviour and in a sense he was. He really did save you. He picked up the broken parts of your heart and fixed them with care and patience and without him you would still be lost in the pain of being loved by the wrong person.

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metallicaislife · 5 months

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My Nemesis, James Hetfield pt 2

A/N: My first draft had a Bill cameo and then I was like "Nah this isn't the vibe" but it was funny when I was first writing it out hahaha p.s I saved that draft if anyone wants the bloopers 🫣😂

Requested by: Anon

Genre: Fluff mini angst

Word Count: 676

Warnings: slightly tactless James, but it gets resolved real quick 😌

My Nemesis, James Hetfield

Metallica was playing tonight. I was front and center head banging and jamming along. James kept grinning at me, and I of course would grin back. I was absolutely smitten.

Since the party several months back, he was true to his word. Gone was the mean curmudgeon. James is the sweetest, funniest guy I’ve ever met.

After the show was over I made my way backstage. I showed my pass and got back to the dressing room with ease. I knocked on the door then twisted the knob.

“Everyone decent?” I asked through the crack. There was a chorus of affirmatives. I opened the door further and entered the room, closing the door behind me.

I squealed as I was immediately engulfed in a hug, James lifted me spinning me around. I giggled as he set me down. I grinned up at him and he kissed me.

“You did so good tonight.” I said after he pulled away.

“Always do when you’re in the crowd.” He smiled at me.

“Eugh I think I liked it better when he was mean to you.” Dave complained.

“You’re just upset you lost the bet.” Lars said, “I happen to think they’re cute. And my wallet is ten dollars heavier.” He joked.

“We have to finish packing up, after we take it all back to the house do you want to go get some food?” James asked as he caressed my hip with his thumb.

“Yeah that sounds good.” I smiled. He kissed me once more. I helped them pack their equipment and get it back to their place.

As James drove to the diner, the music played softly and he had his hand on my thigh. Just being around him made me so happy.

We got to the diner and he held the door open for me.

“Thank you.” I smiled. He teasingly slapped my butt as I passed. “James!” I giggled and he just smirked in return. We were led to a booth and slid in across from each other. We ordered our usual meals.

“So, I wanted to talk to you, it’s kinda serious.” James said as he played with the rings on my fingers.

“What’s up?” I asked. I couldn’t help the nervous pit forming in my tummy.

“I don’t know if Lars has talked to you at all about this, but Ron’s leaving the band. We’ve found a guy, he’s a perfect fit.” James started.

“Lars hasn’t said anything, I’m glad you already found Ron’s replacement though.” I replied. James continued fiddling with my rings and fingers.

“Well, there’s a catch. He’ll only join if we move up to the San Francisco area.” He said, his blue eyes staring into mine.

“Oh.” Was all I could say. I plastered a fake smile hoping he wouldn’t see through it as I tried to be supportive. I began to withdraw my hand from the table but he grabbed it and gave it a squeeze.

“I know we haven’t been dating long, but I want you to come with me. I know Lars would love that, I mean you already know he loves having you around. And I would love having you around because I love you.” He rushed out. His eyes widened as he realized what he said at the end. We haven’t said that yet. The feelings are definitely there though. The anxious feeling in my stomach stilled at the peace that came from his statement.

“I love you.” I said. His features softened and he smiled at me. “The emotional whiplash you gave me just now makes me want to hit you just a little.” I laughed softly. James chuckled. I paused even though as soon as he asked my mind shouted the answer. “Yes, I’ll go to San Francisco with you.” James' eyes lit up as his smile widened.

“Yeah?” He asked and I nodded.

“I’d follow you anywhere, Hetfield.” I grinned. His cheeks turned rosy.

Our food came, we ate while excitedly talking about what the future holds for us in San Francisco.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

#metallica #metallica x reader #metallica imagines #metallica scenarios #metallica fluff #james hetfield #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield fluff

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jadetheblueartist · 1 day

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@banana-pancake5 you may have inspired something… but for now here are the basic designs of the henchman for that story we were talking about :)

I traced over a basic outline I found online for this so very low effort but I wanted to give you answers hahaha the color is like little transparent channel things that have this glowy chemical in it that controls emotions to an extent (makes you feel docile or agitated or whatever depending on the color) the henchmen’s suits also have an option to dispel the chemical so if some prisoners are getting unruly then boom problem solved. The more skilled assassins wear these but they don’t have a dispel option. The rest of the prisoners just have cells lined with the channels.

As for the everyday life, it was a pretty monotonous daily routine. Eat, train as a team, go to individual lessons, eat, exercise, maybe get informed of stuff going on, eat, then go to sleep and repeat the process. Every so often they would get a free day where they could mingle with each other and have fun and relax.

Also I reached out to the friend who wrote this originally and asked how she would feel about me taking the concept and going in a slightly different direction with the story and she said why not sooooooo…….. we’ll see, this might become a thing hahaha

Right as I’m starting to work on Spider’s Web Widens as a comic I get really interested in this as one hahaha I’m not gonna be able to sleep tonight :>

#oc #oc story #story #story concept #concept art #comic??#tbd

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aliusworld · 1 year

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Outside of Kyoto

Kurose x Reader x Tendou

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What’s to come: SMUT!!! SEX TOYS!!! Kinda dubcon; everyone if drunk, reader is the most drunk though, akiangel kinda, Angel and reader were in some sort of relationship

Description: breaking things off saddens you, instead of letting it mellow, you go out with your friends to get drunk! Things get steamy while your out of control, how nice.

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You lay your head on your arms as you rest on the kitchen table. Angel was looking down at a few flowers while sitting on the couch. The air had been muddy ever since Angel came back to your apartment from his patrol with Hayakawa. The two of you got separated as buddies after handling the team of gun men who had killed Himeno. You missed patrolling with Angel and you were jealous of Hayakawa for spending so much time with him, especially since you’ve gotten very intimate with Angel recently. It even looked like Angel enjoyed your presence and voice.

“Do you like your new buddy?” Your voice perked up, you had also just come back from a patrol with a new fiend. Troublesome.

“Topknot? You’ve been asking me that a lot, we’ve been buddies for a few weeks and he’s… nice.” Angel looked back at you, his eyes were as beautiful as always.

“Oh, I’m going to go out with a few friends tonight. I’ll bring back some food for you-“

“Before that, uhm… [name], I know that you like me… and I think that,” Angel’s voice caught your attention, his soft tone was now a bit more frantic and stiff, “I think that I like Aki, as in, I want to… be with him.”

You lifted you head off of your arms in an instant, Angel liked Hayakawa? Angel loved Hayakawa? Your heart left like it had been crushed, “You like Hayakawa? That’s… unexpected!” You gently smile as you walk over to sit next to him.

“I’m sorry if it felt like I was using you of something…? Human emotion is still something that’s… new to me.” Angel’s voice got quiet, “And thank you for teaching me about it.”

“Hahaha, you’re funny! You don’t need to thank me, I’m sure that Hayakawa will teach you so much more! Just try and make sure you know he likes you back before you tell him or things might get awkward.” You laugh, you hold back all the negative feelings you had stuck at the back of your throat, trying your best to be positive. To comfort Angel.

“You aren’t mad about this at all?” Angel sweated as he pushed his back onto the couch

“No, well… I am hurt, but I won’t try to stop you from pursuing what you want. I’ll even help! Unfortunately for you though, I don’t know a lot about him.” You got up from the couch as his eyes followed you, “I said I was going out with friends, and it’s almost time! So I’ll get ready and we’ll talk more when I get back, yeah? There’s food in the fridge, don’t burn my apartment down!~” You enter your bedroom and close the door behind you with tears threatening to slip out from your eyes.

With your vision blurry, you stayed inside your room for a bit while browsing your closet. You laid your eyes upon an oversized sweater you had, it fit you perfectly, making you look and feel better. You sigh and fall onto your bed, you had to cheer yourself up before you met up with your two friends. It’d be rude to ruin the mood with your shallow feelings. Hurrying over to wash your face, comb your hair, stare at yourself in the mirror until you accepted yourself. You felt a little better, or at least you were masking the shit that laid behind your dead beat eyes. Your face was no longer red and you thought you looked nice. Grabbing your keys off the counter you wave a good bye to Angel and rushed out of your apartment. You felt better being away from him.

You got to your designated location rather early, you checked in and sat in your own for what felt like hours. With your anxiety peaking, you lay your head down onto the table. Suddenly, two figures wearing the Public Safety uniforms showed up.

“I’m sorry we’re late! Kurose was busy begging some girl about-“ Tendou sweated as she hurriedly took off her shoes and coat whole sat down in front of you

“Nothing! It was nothing, sorry about that by the way!” Kurose chucked as he took a seat next to Tendou

The three of you caught up with each other, you had met Tendou before the two of you joined Public Safety, it was in Medical School, not long after your paths crossed ways a few years later again. Tendou was technically your senior, but she had never treated you any differently. Because of her, you had met Kurose. He was a man of small stature, though you were still just a little shorter than him. He was interesting, always outgoing and talkative about something, whether it be good or bad. You were teammates in Kyoto’s division before transferring to Tokyo’s. Apparently they had plans in Tokyo for work related business and you proposed to going drinking with them, even in you don’t drink.

You took a sip from the large cup in front of you, it was beer. You shrug it off and keep going, at this point, alcohol is probably the only thing that’ll get you kind away from Angel.

“Hey, [name]! That was mine!” Kurose whined as he watches your hand drag his cup away, “And I thought you didn’t like drinking? You know that’s beer, right?”

“Some things change, y’know? Plus I’m not in a good mood…” You hiccup after you finish the cup. Tendou orders you three a few more while the conversation continues.

“Actually, I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you drink” Tendou laughs as she passed you another full glass. Kurose whined some more about you taking his cup as Tendou nudged him in response, “And why aren’t you in a good mood? Something happen at work?”

“No, well technically it’s not work related… it’s just that… You won’t believe me, but—“ You went on about your situation with Angel. How Makima made him live with you, how he’s a devil but in your eyes still human, how you liked him, and how he liked someone else, “Do you know Aki Hayakawa? Apparently he likes him. What’s so nice about him anyway…” You were pressed down onto the table with your eyes full of large tears threatening to spill out, your hands were gripping onto the glass with your chest out. Your face was flushed from all the drinking you’d been doing, your cleavage was showing. Kurose had his eyes on your chest and whispered something to Tendou; “I don’t think I’ve ever seen [name] cry”. She huffed and stood up and grabbed her coat to sit next to you. Tendou gently pulled you close and shielded you from Kurose’s gaze, he whined some more in response.

“Well, I think you should focus on someone else instead. Is there anyone else you like?” Tendou’s voice was soft, her face was flushed as well, probably due to the alcohol. Kurose made his way towards the two of you, you were now sandwiched somewhat in between them.

“Someone else I like..? Hmm…” Your puffy eyes were now half closed, you were tired, and with a tired and booze-filled brain you lifted yourself up and kissed Tendou on her mouth. She gasped, Kurose did too, she didn’t stop you. In fact, Tendou went along with it and kissed back while glaring at Kurose as a smirk rose onto her lips. Releasing yourself from her, you look up. “I guess I like you.”

In her eyes, you were looking wonderful; flushed face, droopy eyes, pouting lip, and of course your chest being quite visible— more than she’d ever seen before. Before she could say anything else in response, you turned around to look at Kurose.

“I like you too…” You murmured as you lowered yourself and rubbed against his chest. Kurose was shocked, his face was red with after witnessing what just happened and with a mix of alcohol. He rubbed your back as Tendou watched with a hint of jealousy.

“Where’s my kiss??” Kurose half jokingly asked as you continued create static by rubbing your head against his chest.

You lift your head up to look at Tendou while slowly beginning to talk again; “Wanna do it?”

You shuffle towards you apartments door with Kurose almost on top of you and Tendou close on your tail. You fumble with the keys before letting the three of you in. Inside was Angel sitting on the couch with ice cream, he looked startled by your sudden entrance, especially since two strangers entered with you. Tendou notices Angel’s presence and stares as you yawn and drag the two Kyoto devil hunters into your bedroom.

“…Was that the devil you like-“ Tendou spoke up when you closed the door behind you

“Shhh!!! Come to bed with meee” You leap onto your bed with Kurose right next to you. Tendou reluctantly agrees and flops over you. In response, you giggle, Kurose looked down at you in awe.

“Can I get the kiss now??” He whispered, you barely catch it, but when you do; your lips clashed on his. He tasted like the booze the three of you just drank, you quite enjoyed the flavor now. Your hands hastily took off your pants, leaving only your underwear.

“A-are you sure?” Tendou stutters as she watches you strip, your laying on top of Kurose, his eyes were locked with Tendou’s too

“Yesh! Pleease..?” You look up at her and she submits to your whining, she takes off her coat and unbuttons her work shirt leaving only her bra on.

You palm at Kurose’s crotch, he moans quietly; “Just take ‘em off, [name]. I can’t wait any longer…”. You come off of him only to unzip his pants with your mouth while watching his face turn redder with your desperate eyes. Soon after, you pull off his underwear. His cock pops out and hits you on the face, it’s real hard. You crawl back on top of him as he sits up correctly and Tendou takes off your sweater softly.

Pushing your own underwear to the side, you allow Kurose’s dick to enter inside of you. Lifting yourself slowly to hover above him, Kurose abruptly pulls you down to take all of him all at once. You yelp loudly at the sudden movement as Tendou hits him on the shoulder for being so harsh.

“Er- I’m sorry, are you okay?!” Kurose manages to spit out while your hole had just fully engulfed his dick, “I can hold back if you-“

“No! I’m o-okay! J-mph-Just start moving, please, I need you…” You stutter out, shifting your own hips to get intercourse started.

With that, you start bouncing on his cock. Tendou watches as Kurose’s dick goes in and out of you so fast, she quickly takes off her own pants to join in. Kurose unclasps your bra as you moan out in patterns. He watches intently, eyes switching constantly from your bouncing tits, your over stimulated face, to your cunt taking his dick so well.

“Don’t you think it’s mean to make an overly-drunk girl do all the work, Kurose?” Tendou teases while taking a seat next to him

“I’m drunk too! And I think she’s enjoyi-“

“Don’t be a fool, try working hard some time! You can’t even do that during sex?”

“Fine…” Kurose grumbles as he moves you down under him, you drool out with pleasure as your head falls against your bed. He used his hand to stabilize himself as he starts to pound into you at a moderate place, “Mph- Y-You happy now??” Tendou laughs as she throws her panties onto the bedroom floor while making her way in front of you.

She tugs at your chin to look up at her, you shift your gaze to see her glimmering in the moon light. She signals for you to start eating her out, “I-I haven’t done this befoooree… I’m sorrry if I’m n-not goood” You murmur while diving down. You licked her first, closely going further up to start tending to her clit. The room smelt like sex, all that could be heard was Kurose’s hips slapping against your ass, his pace had gotten quicker the longer you spent eating Tendou out. You lift your head away from Tendou to look at Kurose with desperate eyes, “Ah- Kurose, I-I’m gonna c-cum!”

Kurose nods in agreement as his movements start getting more lazy yet fast. You cry out a moan as you cum, Kurose doesn’t stop until he can fully grasp his high, meaning your overstimulated and sensitive cunt is still being abused by Kurose’s large cock. Tears of pleasure start slipping out from your eyes as Tendou brings your head up for a kiss, tasting herself.

You fall against Tendou’s soft chest as Kurose and Tendou let you go, Kurose quickly pulls out and cums onto your naked back.

“Th-that was amazing” Kurose huffs as he falls next to you.

“Thankshhh… bbut my legs hurt” You mutter

“Yikes, Kurose, you suck.” Tendou laughs as she wiped off the oozing cum on your back

“What?! You told me to work hard!” Kurose complained, “You’ll never be happy with what I do!”

“Bbut! I- I can keep going! I don’t wanna feel anything tomorrow!! Itsh okey beecauuseee… I don’t have worrk” You say as you lift off of Tendou’s breasts, “I have some… naughty stuff in a secret drawerrr, I want Tendou to cum toooo..! My mouthh suckeddddd”

“Huh?-“

“That’s a great idea [name]! I think it’ll be Tendou’s punishment after being so rude to me!” Kurose chuckled as he sat back up, “Where is it?” You point out to a drawer inside your closet, it was under a pile of clothes you had ‘yet to put away’. Inside was a surprising amount of sex toys; all kinds of vibrators, a strap, lube, dildos, and a few others. Kurose grabbed whatever and came rushing back, “Well? What about it?”

“Mmm… fine.” Tendou stares at the toys for a second whilst complying, “Try your worst.”

“That’s right! We- I’m going to tease you till your sobbing” Kurose menacingly mutters as he places the toys on the bed directly next to you.

“What do you think about these?” You crawl so that Tendou is leaning against your chest while waving attachable vibrators in front of her face, “I’ve tried them, I think it feels good…” You place them gently on her stomachs while softly taking off her bra. Kurose was sitting in between Tendou’s legs, his eyes were working on what to use for her hole.

Using tape from your drawer, you put the small pink vibrators against Tendou’s nipples and turned them on. She moaned out in pleasure quietly, her eyes were shut tightly, she looked cute.

Kurose found another, much larger, vibrator. The toy was turned on and rubbed against her clit quickly, Tendou opened her eyes for a split second before closing them again and turning her head into your chest. Kurose stopped and pushed the longer part of the toy into Tendou while the vibrator still desperately rubbed against her clit. Tendou pushed her hips up forward while Kurose taunts her.

“Can you handle this? [name], make the things on her nipples go faster.” Kurose’s gaze was still locked on Tendou’s shifting body.

“Mhm, okay…” You lock your eyes with Tendou as you smile sweetly white upping the vibrations higher and higher. Tendou’s eyes widen in shock as the pace quickens.

She moans out loudly this time, “Ah- I-It’s too muCH! P-please stop! I…” You lean your head down to enveloped Tendou into a kiss, she embraced it faster than last time.

The night was long, the three of you went for another round after that. You’d been fucked out by Tendou and a strap you had while you were sucking Kurose off.

You three were laying in bed, you would call it a sleepless night, though you did manage to fall asleep after it all. Though, it was only three hours. You shuffled out of bed, Kurose was on top of you while Tendou slept with a space in between the two of you. Putting on your home clothes, you leave the bedroom. The door was unlocked. Fuck.

“Angel? Are you awake?” You ask, his body was on the floor, wings spread out. Clearly the couch didn’t fit him, you felt bad.

“Of course I am. How was I supposed to sleep with your… I haven’t slept all night.” Angel grumbled, “I have patrol in a few hours too.”

“Fuck! I’m sorry, you weren’t supposed to uh-“

“I saw it too, before you started your whole session, but I saw the first parts. Sorry about that too.” Angel laughed

“What?!” You covered your face with your hands, how embarrassing, “You weren’t-“

“Don’t worry, I’ve seen you naked before… and I stopped watching after like 10 seconds”

“You’re a pervert!”

“It’s not like I wanted to, you were the one being all loud and not locking doors! It’s almost like you wanted me to see” Maybe the drunk you really did want to make him see.

“Whatever…” You sit down on the couch, looking down on him, “Angel, I’m thinking of moving to Kyoto. Which means I’ll change divisions, and if I do… it means that you’ll have to live back in the Public Safety Headquarters. But, maybe you can plan something with Hayakawa?” You were starting to think of moving to Kyoto so you could work with Kurose and Tendou more. It’ll be a good thing to get away, safer even.

“You’re leaving?!” Angel looked shock for only a second before shifting his face back to his stoic self

“Maybe… It’s only a maybe! And it’s only if Makima lets me, y’know?” You smile, “I know it might be hard for you but it’ll be for the best! And if you start living with Hayakawa, you’ll be more close!”

“Aki’s already living with two other people, I don’t think I’ll-“

“If it doesn’t work out like that, then I won’t move. Simple!” You grin again, you rest your back against the couch while looking in the bedroom, you could see movement. Kurose woke up, “That’s a conversation starter! Why don’t you use it with Hayakawa on patrol today?”

“…sure.”

“Good morning [name]! And their roomie!” Kurose greeted while sitting next to you on the couch, he was wearing his work clothes from yesterday, minus the coat.

“That’s right! I’ll make breakfast, I forgot to bring any food last time. Sorry!” You got up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen. After you finished making breakfast, Tendou woke up a few minutes later.

“Hello.” Angel said, his body was in front of a normal sized door. Compared to him though, it was huge.

“Ah, you’re here. You don’t have a lot of stuff, do you?” Aki looked down at Angel, he was wearing one of your old sweaters.

“Nope, almost none anymore. Can I come in?”

“Oh, yeah. Come in, don’t break anything.”

Angel hesitates slightly before walking past Aki to enter his apartment, it was simple and nice. It was quite small though, where would Angel sleep? The floor’s probably fine.

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A/N: uh this took a really long time I’m sorry, school is kicking by ass and also smut is just hard to write for me

Kurose and Tendou are rotting in my brain, I love them so much!!!!!!! I’m thinking of writing angst for them, but I might decide against it

WARNING: MANGA SPOILERS

anyways y’know that they die during the assassin arc, so the fic might be about that but the reason I want to go against it is because I don’t think it really qualifies as an x reader because it’s not like romantic anymore? Idk you guys can tell me if this idea interests you

#aliusworld #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #angel devil x reader #chainsawman x reader #angel devil x you #kurose x reader #kurose yutaro x reader #kurose x you #tendo x reader #tendo x you #tendo michiko x reader #kurose x reader x tendo #chainsaw man smut #csm smut #chainsaw man x reader smut #uh I rlly hope ppl see this bcs I worked hard #ALSO IK KUROSE AND TENDO ARENT POPULAT #love them

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slyth-princess · 9 months

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This is part two of my live blog post of RWRB. Like before, I’ll put it below the cut to avoid spoilers but if you want to see my mildly incoherent screaming… well, this is the place lol!

As always, happy viewing :)

- Alex looks absolutely TERRIFIED for this convo

- Ellen also looks a bit terrified haha

- His little laugh when he says no

- She has to sit. Oh god.

- No powerpoint. That’s unfortunate. But at least they alluded to it.

- I am glad we got the “you need to figure out if you feel forever about him” convo. And he sounds so sad when he tells her he doesn’t know if they will ever get there.

- “When your child is Alex Claremont Diaz you get used to the exceptional.” WE LOVE AN ACCEPTING MOTHER

- “Please call me congressman” hahaha

- ONE LAST STOP ONE LAST STOP

-THE HAT OH GOD

- This scene is fucking everything.

- THE ZOOM ON ALEXS FACE OH MY FUCKING GOD HES SO IN LOVE

- I said it before but I’ll say it again. I love his relationship with his dad. (But I don’t love that his parents are still together)

- They are so cute. I’m so obsessed.

- Jesus. The water on their bodies. I’m looking respectfully. Lord.

- Instant Henry panic. Alex. Baby. Read the room. Poor Henry oh god.

- THE ROPE LINE AHHHHHH

- Almost love confession. Throws self into lake. Fucking hell.

- Him leaving. Even though the scene is sadder in the book I’m still fucking broken.

- Aww bby David

- If by “ended things” you mean you fucking ran. Dear lord.

- I’m living for this scene with Bea. Seeing more of this side of the story is lovely. It gives it more depth.

- This song is EVERYTHING

- It’s fascinating to see the aftermath from Henry’s side as opposed to Alex’s. I love that.

- Nervous Alex is everything. And I love him and Nora.

- I WANTED YELLING NOOOOOOO

- I know it wouldn’t have been realistic my possible but still. I was robbed.

- THE MAN I LOVE OH MY GOD

- “This is costing me everything”

- “I will not trade one prison for another”

- Somehow I love this scene just as much as the book version even though it’s so different

- “Don’t make me” oh GOD

- THE MUSEUM THE MUSEUM THE MUSEUM

- Now I know they they looked so heavy in this scene. I have been wondering that for ages.

- His smile at Alex putting the song on so they can dance. And the way Alex smiles at him. Oh my god. And how they hold each other. They look so damn happy.

- FUCK MY LIFE FUCK MY LIFE THAT WAS BETTER THAN IT BEING IN AN EMAIL

- He’s so nervous giving him the ring. I’m dead. And the fucking key. I love them so much.

- “I’ll be as patient as you need”

- That moment just before everything goes to absolute shit lol

- Whoa. Well. I didn’t see that coming. That happened very different. And actually I’m very glad I’m seeing it though Henry’s lens

- USING THE FUCKING POLO MATCH PICTURE

- Fucking Miguel. I fuck hate that asshole.

- CALL HIS ASS OUT

- Alex’s speech is beautiful

- “The forced conformity of the closet cannot be answered with forced conformity of coming out of it.” 👏👏👏

- ALL THESE LITTLE FUCKING SCENES OF GOD

- My lord Zahra is everything

- Alex just went through so many emotions

- “Touch me and die”

- I JUST MADE INHUMAN SOUNDS

- BABY

- IM COMING TO LONDON TONIGHT

- HURRY PLEASE

- ILL BREAK THE SOUND BARRIER FOR YOU

- Lord, it should be illegal for someone to look that good in a t-shirt

- Then playing piano together is absolutely fucking everything

- “We really need to get you a book on English history”

- Henry baby I just want to protect you in a rainbow bubble forever

- “The king wishes to see you. Both of you.”

- He reached for his ring and Alex is wearing it. Oh GOD.

- Oh fuck RIGHT off Phillip

- How is Bea that fucking beautiful

- STEPHEN FUCKING FRY

- I love that Alex refers to him immediately and Henry doesn’t even bother to try not to accept it

- “I don’t want your protection, I want your support”

- FUCK OFF PHILLIP EVEN THE KING DOESN’T LIKE YOU

- GRABBING HIS HAND OH GOD

- Alex looks so fucking gobsmacked happy

- The kings face is sooooo good

- I want to punch Phillip in the face

- Ok, I’m actually loving the fact that the king isn’t saying it’s not real and he doesn’t believe it but that they shouldn’t do it because of “country”

- BEA IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

- There it is. There’s the tears. I knew they would come. This is everything.

- I actually kind of love the way they changed the king tbh

- I am sad we didn’t get some of the things that happened when they realized they were accepted

- Ok. Look. It’s obviously not a factual account. But that’s… just… not how election night would look.

- CASEY

- I’m so glad Henry is here with him for this

- Lol Alex saying it right as I type it

- IM SOBBING THIS IS EVERYTHING

- The bikes. The house. GOD!

- These end credit scenes of them are so funny. Just the way they showed them. I love it.

- The little pinky touch oh god

- DO YOU THINK ANYONE NOTICED

God. God. That was everything. I will have a follow up with coherent thoughts soon but lord. I’m so full of emotions.

It wasn’t perfect like we knew it never could be. But it was still everything.

#red white & royal blue #red white and royal blue #rwrb spoilers #RWRB #firstprince

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chdarling · 1 year

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Every time I try to think about what to ask you about chapters 48 and 49 my brain actually gets overwhelmed because there are 572 directions and things I'd like to ask/share/gush about so instead I'm going to do this...

Before you take a well deserved break, I just want to ask how YOU feel to be posting the recent chapters. I think you said a certain scene from ch48 was written in 2018 (possibly before), and we all lost our minds over it, but how do YOU feel to finally have it in the open?!

I hope you have a beautifully restful break and I will be eagerly awaiting the next update! (Also don't think I haven't noticed your comments about how you could have left us with a much worse cliffhanger... because that makes me feel like THERE ARE MUCH WORSE CLIFFHANGERS STILL TO COME?!)

🥺

I feel a little emotional about it to be honest hahah. For reasons unrelated to fandom, I’ve been in a very self-reflective headspace lately, and I’ve been thinking a lot about how long it has taken me to get to a place where I felt confident in sharing my writing (and honestly this is still a journey; I fully freak after posting every chapter. This shit will never not be scary lol). I have kept this project as my little secret hobby for literally so many years, and it’s strange to reflect on that now that I’ve been actively sharing my work for two years. I don’t think I regret those years of secrecy per se, because I don’t think TLE would exist in the way it does now with the same level of intense plotting and detail if I hadn’t stewed over it privately for as long as I did. But I also know that it wasn’t a commitment to plotting and detail that kept me stewing, it was a pretty firm belief that my writing was a silly little time-wasting hobby that no one would ever read and I needed to put it behind me and spend my energy on other things (spoiler: I didn’t).

So yeah, it’s pretty special to me to post a chapter that has some prose and dialogue I wrote back in 2018 — which incidentally was a peak time for the “Stop writing, CH!” campaign that my brain was running — and get the response these recent chapters have garnered. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t gotten just a wee bit teary-eyed over it. I’m truly thankful for you all. 🥲

Anyway! Thank you so much for this message, love, and for opening the door for me to be a little overly reflective tonight hahaha. ❤️

And no comment on the cliffhangers 😌

#ch answers #tle2 #tle2 spoilers #ch 48 #ch 49

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lottiecrabie · 10 months

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hello I have been a silent but OBSESSED with your work reader up until now but I need to break my silence to say that I have had a wildly emotional few days (re: finishing up a job of 8.5 years on Saturday and starting a brand new one today on Monday - I am so overwhelmed and have cried so much lol) and to have had Galatea to read on Sunday and cyosa 8 to read tonight has literally been lifesaving. you have single-handedly dragged me out of my pit of existential dread and I am so grateful. you are so talented it’s insane like my friend and I genuinely have had multiple conversations about how wild it is that you don’t have a book deal yet and somehow after has like 8 books. like huh. ANYWAY just wanted to say thank you I love you and your brain and your writing and I literally will read anything you create. thank you for helping me cling on to my sanity these last few days (even though galatea wrecked me it at least wrecked me in a different way to the way my brain has been treating me hahaha) okay I’m done ILY BYE

this was such a nice message to receive!! i am very happy that my fics were able to brighten your day a little and make things easier for you. that’s all a writer could dream of! i did really hit y’all with the hurt/comfort this weekend lmao. cyosa8 was aftercare😭

and you are so so sweet to have this much hope in me lmao. i love that you guys all root for my success i love u all. again still so crazy and funny that people talk about lottiecrabie with their friends😭

i hope it gets better for you bff i’m giving you so many forehead kisses

#cme here🫂🫂🫂#work will not drag you down!!#galatea take one #choose your own smut adventure #ask

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joseopher · 1 year

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HELLO, LADIES, WORMS, HOMOSEXUALS

As we know I check the novacaine tags daily

GOD COMPLEX CONTINUATION

GO READ IT HEEEERREE: complex mind, simple life

WHY YOU SHOULD READ THIS FIC:

REINA AND CALLUM MOMENTS

Friendships <3

Second chances

Callum is pathetic but also depressed

Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers!

"Callum felt immense relief when Reina called him. He answered on the first ring. Then cursed himself for acting so desperate."

HE MISSES HIS BEST FRIEND </3

"Callum wasn’t unfamiliar with the lingering, heavy sadness and emptiness in his chest. In fact, depression wasn’t that unfamiliar to him either. It hadn’t always been his own depression he was accustomed to, but he was quite used to the numbness it brought with it. Sometimes in the deep of the night, he’d close his eyes and think back at a time when he didn’t feel numb all the time. Most of those times, his head would circle back to Tristan . Then he’d get up, order himself a drink and drink until his eyes fell shut again."

AWWWWW MY POOR LITTLE GUY

"The last person he spent the night with was, well, Tristan. The name needed its own trigger warning at this point."

TRIGGER WARNING: ❗❗❗TRISTAN CAINE❗❗❗

"But Reina just let out an amused noise before she tightened her grip on him and settled into the mattress. Callum let himself relax enough until he fell asleep. There was no mocking him the next morning. There were no teasing questions about him always being the little spoon or not. Reina didn’t treat him as if he was weak or fragile. And the next night, Reina wordlessly rolled on her side and threw her arm around his body again when she went to sleep."

I'm going to cry /pos

“Reina asked me to come with her to visit you because she was worried about you. And I thought she was overreacting because no one ever worries about you,” she started. Callum felt a stab at that statement. It was true, so why should he feel so terrible about it?

“But this isn’t you. What’s going on? Is it because of Tristan?”

“No,” Callum said. Because it wasn’t about him. It was about Callum . Everything about himself was what was wrong. He was wrong."

This is exactly what depression is like...

👁️I FEEL SEEN👁️

"Eventually, even Nico and Libby contacted him. Libby sent him a postcard from London. Telling him she got his address from Parisa and that she wished the card would be a nice souvenir for him to have in his house. He hated how sappy it was. It was a hideous card with the big ben on it. He hated it. He hung it on the fridge."

HE HUNG IT ON THE FRIIIIDDDGE

"Of course, they asked Tristan to come then. Tristan would come, he’d fix Callum’s bad mood and everything would go back to normal again. Tristan would again just do whatever anyone asked of him. He’d learn to deal with the annoying pathetic little shit that was Callum Nova because no one else wanted to do it. That way everyone was unburdened and Tristan had someone to fix and to fuck. That was all he was good for anyway. "

THE WRITING IS SO GOOD!! MY HEARTSTRINGS!!

“You’re gonna burn the onions,”

“I’m not expecting you to pay me or anything. I just came to see you,”

“I didn’t invite you,”

“You didn’t have to. I’ve always wanted to see you. Ever since we left the palace,” Tristan said. Callum didn’t look at him, instead looking at the pan again.

“The onions,”

Callum: ohhh noo lets not have an emotional conversation, tHe oNiOnS TrIsTaN ThE OnIoNs

(I love him <3)

“We’re not having sex tonight. I said we could start with you staying one night, but that is off the table,”

“Saving that for marriage?”

“Definitely."

*dies of laughter* /pos

“Of course not. Why would I go through so much trouble just to get into someone’s pants?”

“Cause I’m good in bed,”

HAHAHA THEM <3

"Nothing like how they used to be in the palace. There were no roles they both fell back into when they were together again. And Callum was grateful for it. Maybe it could mean a new start."

KUDOS! KUDOS! KUDOS! KUDOS! KUDOS! KUDOS! KUDOS!

I LOOOOOVE ITTTTTTTTTTTT

SO SAD AND SWEET AND AHHHHHHH

#I check the novacaine tags daily #novacaine #tristan x callum #tristan caine #callum nova

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bvckleydiaz · 3 years

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I grew up being told valentine’s day was just a made up holiday, made by hallmark and I always believed it. I never had the relationships around me or personally, that made me believe in this day. Until now..

I’ve always been the type of person to wear my heart on my sleeve. I put out more love than I know what to do with and that’d always backfire on me because the “friends” I had, so I never thought there were people out there who’d actually love me for me. Until now..

So from one person, who loves wholeheartedly, happy valentine’s day to all my followers. I love and appreciate all of you!

To my friends on here, I hope you guys know how much love I have for you. I can’t really put into words what you guys do for me. You guys are such phenomenal people and deserve all the love in the world. Thank you for making me feel like I can finally be myself 💗

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↳ Index [Chapter 04 - Happy Once]

Genre: Smut, Fluff, soft Angst

Warnings: BDSM, subby masochist!Jungkook, hard dom!reader, abduction roleplay, kinda a corrruption roleplay too?, chains, whips, leather floggers, use of a vibrating buttplug, she also straps a vibrator to his cock, multiple forced orgasms, the fluffiest aftercare, also Koo opens up to her and it’s emotional :(, bro I’m crying

Wordcount: 7.3k

a/n: hahaha I am ✌🏻🥲

Bunny was late tonight. You’ve been waiting for him for twenty minutes now. You shouldn’t mind. Even if he is late his money will still be booked from his account. But you mind, because he sounded very exhausted last week and you were worried that he let something happen to him.

It was the sixth week he fell asleep with you and he cried in your arms again. It should have weirded you out, but you just felt pity for him. You knew the type of cry he did. You did it many nights as well, hugging your pillow and wishing for another person to hold you.

Tonight he was late. Twenty five minutes already. It made you worry. Maybe he finally had enough and found a way to end it. That thought worried you. He was a stranger, yes, but you started to care for him. At least like a business person cares for another business person (that's what you told yourself late at night when he appeared in your thoughts and haunted you until you forced yourself asleep).

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Come in!”

Bunny steps through the threshold with big steps. He locks the door like he always does and then turns to you. He is wearing a turtleneck tonight and high waisted bell bottoms. It looks peculiar to see him out of a suit, peculiar but hot. You liked his waist in the clothes, dainty, perfect to grab and ruin. He also seems to stand straighter than last week, which was always a good thing with him because if he doesn’t feel good his back begins hunching. He isn’t hunching right now, as a matter of fact it almost seems as if he was posing for you.

“Hey there, sexy getup”, you greet him.

“You think so? I tried something new tonight”, he explains, twisting and turning a little to show off the outfit. His butt looks amazing, hot damn.

“You look like that one meme of Dwayne the Rock.”

“Wow thanks”, he murmurs and then laughs.

You laugh too, standing up from the bed. You think that he has a nice laugh. You haven’t heard it often yet, but whenever you did you found it beyond addicting.

“All there is missing is the chain and the fanny bag”, you tease him.

“Okay, okay I get it. The outfit is a fail”, he says in a laugh, covering his chest with his own hands.

“It’s not a fail. You’re just so not at all the businessman tonight.”

“Yeah well”, he shrugs his shoulders, “I had to run home to prepare. That’s why I’m late and look like Dwayne the Rock.”

“I see”, you smile despite knowing he can’t see it, “you seem happier tonight.”

He nods his head, “I feel good.”

“Yeah? That’s good to hear”, you say and stop right in front of him, letting your eyes run up and down his torso. He allows you, staring at your lace covered tits.

“I saw the request list you sent me”, you say.

“Yeah. I saw you approved it.”

“Of course I did. I’m an expert in those things.”

“Yeah? I figured you were.”

“And why is that?”

“Cause I still think of that one time you literally ruined me on the floor. I jerk off a lot to that night.”

You laugh.

“You are going to make me fluster if you keep complimenting me like that.”

He shrugs his shoulders, “well yeah. You’re amazing.”

“Thank you Bunny.”

“So, uhm let’s get started”, he straightens up his back, “I consent to this. Green, yellow and red. Snap my fingers three times or hum Happy Birthday.”

“Fuck you’re learning so well Bunny. But no smalltalk? That's sad."

"Well do you wanna talk?"

"Well, how was your week? Did it go well?"

He shrugs his shoulders, "it was alright I guess. It was better than last week. I pulled in a few major business deals from overseas which is kinda cool."

"Did you? That's cool, I’m proud of you."

He fumbles with his thumbs nervously, "and you? How was your week?"

"Same old same old. I can’t complain."

"That's cool, I’m happy to hear that", he says and nods his head.

Silence. He shimmies from one foot to the other.

You laugh, "you're really not into small talk right now are you?"

"I kinda wanna start…" he murmurs, scratching the back of his head.

"Fine alright, message received. Undress."

"Yes Mistress."

He undresses quickly, taking off his jeans first. The turtleneck follows, you watch as his stomach stretches at the motion. He struggles a little with the mask, but manages in the end, dropping the piece of fabric on the floor. He hooks his fingers in his briefs and looks at you.

"Yes those too."

He nods obediently, pulling them down his legs and stepping out of them. You take in his legs, eyes lingering on the ridges of his thick thighs.

You gasp, watching them tense as Bunny falls to his knees, folded hands resting on his lap and head lowered. His cock is getting squeezed between his muscular thighs, pink and red and so ready to grow hard. It makes him squirm twice.

"I'm ready for you Mistress", he lets you know.

“Good boy. Now let’s get started”, you say and disappear in the bathroom to pretend as if you were entering the room again.

Bunny was waiting for you, still kneeling with his head lowered and hands clenched to fists.

"Well, well, well", you say, strutting to him, "would you look at that? I heard my boys talk about a stray bunny they caught tonight, but I didn’t think you’d be waiting for me so obediently."

Bunny scoffs and clenches his fists.

“Tell me boy, why are you here?”

"You think I’m going to tell you?" he grumbles.

"Uuuuh...yes? Obviously", you laugh tauntingly, "if you wanna get out of here alive, you better start talking", you warn in a dark growl.

“Tzt.”

You circle him, playing with his soft hair. He squirms again, squeezing his thighs together.

One tug at his hair and his head tilts back, deep moan rattling in his chest.

"I am going to ruin you, boy."

"You really think so?" he chokes out, whimpering when you twist more of his hair.

"Stand up. Now", you order, tugging him to his feet.

You pull him with you by his hair, basking in the painful whimpers he lets out behind you as he is stumbling through the room.

"Stay", you stop under a pair of thick chains tangling from the ceiling.

Bunny gazes at you with his knees buckling and his cock hardening.

"Raise your arms."

He shakes his head.

"Excuse me?" you grab his chin harshly, "do I really have to repeat myself?"

He nods his head.

"Fuck. You are going to raise your arms for me, boy."

"I’m not one of your bitch boys", he taunts.

You squeeze his chin harshly.

"Now. Before this ends badly for you."

You could watch his cock twitch at your words.

"Make. Me."

You laugh breathlessly.

"Oh shouldn’t have said that", you growl, grabbing the chains and tugging them down to your chest. Then you grab his left arm, securing his wrist in the leather cuff.

He grunts, fighting against your grasp.

"Stay still", you warn, forcing his right arm close to you.

The cuff locks around his wrist safely. Bunny tugs at the chains to challenge you, taking a step closer to show you just how little restraint they have over him.

You merely smile and take a step back.

"You can’t keep me here", he spits, chasing after you.

"You really think so? How adorable" you say dryly, turning to a lever.

Bunny comes closer, stumbling back with a deep grunt a second later as you begin working the lever and securing the chains in the process.

"No! Stop that!"

The chains are tugging him with them, lifting his arms above his head if he wants to or not.

"I said stop", he spits, feeling the heels of his feet leave the floor.

He grunts and wiggles, barely finding hold on the ground. He is tangling on the chains like a pathetic piece of meat, kicking the air and growling.

You turn after securing the lever, taunting him with a deep chuckle.

"You look fucking pathetic."

Bunny growls, "let me down."

"No."

You close the distance between you and him, touching his hips before running your hands up his body.

Bunny shivers with every touch, chest heaving up and down quickly and cock throbbing.

"Are you standing well? Or in pain?" you make sure.

"I'm good, it's really exciting", he assures you and giggles.

"Very well", you drag your fingers up his flexed arms, "now where were we? Oh yeah right. Someone decided that acting up was the way to go", your voice is back to its commanding tone, making Bunny's stomach twist in excitement.

"You don’t scare me", he spits.

"I should", you say and drag your nails down his arms so harshly that it burns like fire on his skin. Down his pits, down his sides, leaving deep scratch marks behind.

He groans, trying to wiggle away but ending up only tangling closer to you. The pain is exhilarating, like a hit straight from the best drug. It runs through his veins and makes his vision blurry.

"You see Bunny. You are gonna wish that you behaved once I am done with you."

"Keep dreaming."

You click your tongue, rounding him with a hand on his abs. You wanted him to know that his body was your property, that he was nothing but a pathetic piece of meat made for your entertainment and it worked, Bunny was squirming with every inch you touched, skin carrying goosebumps.

Your hand leaves his stomach, leaving him to squirm in uncertainty. Not knowing what you would do next drove him insane.

A few steps, two low thuds, then more steps.

You touch his ass, making him tense up. You are massaging the flesh, giving him a good feel of the handle on your hand. His breathing speeds up, muscles twitching.

"You know what I am holding, don’t you?"

He nods his head.

"Still wanna keep quiet?"

"Ha", he scoffs, "you know the answer."

"Tzt."

You step back and raise your arm. You watch the leather flogger connect with his skin in a harsh slap.

"Ha-ah", he lets out.

His skin is red in an instant. How lovely.

You flog him a second time, watching his muscles tense and listening to the tiny mewl he lets out.

"Where is your back talk now?"

He grunts and raises his head.

"You think this is gonna make me behave? That's nothing."

Slap.

He gasps and curses under his breath.

Slap.

He moans and laughs, throwing his head back. His laughter is moking you, making you flog him just that harder. Three consecutive times right on top of his ass, all three made to sting.

You stop, listening to his whimper. His ass is so red by now, most definitely burning.

"Better", you say and smile.

Bunny merely scoffs and shakes his head.

"You know", he begins, "you may keep me hostage here, but don’t think for a second that I’m going to obey."

You grind your teeth. What a stubborn boy. Oh how fun it will be to break him.

"Very well", you sigh, placing the flogger back on the table, "I see that I’m not going to achieve anything by playing nice. Fine with me."

Silence. Bunny listening to what you are doing. You are currently putting on black latex gloves, making them snap against your skin.

He shifts, making his body tangle softly.

"What are you doing?"

"Wouldn’t you like to know?"

He huffs out air, tensing his back muscles. Oh he is such a handsome piece of meat.

"You know I hate this technique but you are giving me no other choice", you growl, forcing the lubed up tip of a syringe up his ass.

"Oh?!" he tenses up, craning his neck to look at you.

You lock eyes with him, pressing down on the syringe and forcing his body to take the creamy lube.

"Oh god", he moans, eyelids fluttering.

"Can you feel it? Mhm? Can you feel how it's coating your insides?" you challenge, forcing him to take the last drop, "now", you move the syringe inside of him, "I want you clenching when I pull this out, if I see just one little drop leaving your asshole."

"And if I don’t?" he challenges with his voice shaking.

"You really don’t wanna find out", you spit, pulling the syringe out without warning.

Bunny gasps and clenches on instinct, body tensing right with him. You taunt him with a laugh.

"See? It wasn’t that hard."

He huffs out air and relaxes.

"Nuh-uh, I said not a drop", you stop the lube from escaping by sticking two of your fingers up his ass.

"Fuck", he chokes out, hole struggling around your digits.

You wrap your hand around his throat and thrust your gloved fingers up his ass roughly.

He mewls and whimpers, swallowing heavily under your fingers.

"I told you, your disobedience isn’t going to help you", you spit, abusing his poor hole perfectly.

"Oh shut up", he growls, playing the role so well that you actually grind your teeth in annoyance.

You curl your fingers and squeeze down on his neck. He squeaks like a little pig, thighs twitching uncontrollably.

"That's what you wanted. I wanted to be nice to you but you decided to be disobedient. Now take it."

"E-even if I do", he moans, "you think you can b-break me?"

"I think I already am, boy", you taunt, pressing down on his prostate skilfully and making him quake.

You smile victoriously, keeping your finger pressed against his sensitive spot as you work with getting the plug ready. He is mewling even if he doesn’t want to, body tangling back and forth from wiggling so much. All that tangling is fucking his ass up and down on your fingers if he wants to or not, forcing even more mewls out of him.

"Now I'm gonna have to plug up your bitch hole because you can’t behave", you growl, pressing the plug against his hole while your fingers are still buried in him.

You begin pushing, feeling him clench at the intrusion.

"Oh you are struggling so much", you taunt and chuckle.

You move your fingers, push the plug.

"Holy shit k-keep doing that", he groans, trying to arch his ass into you as best as possible.

"Mhhm you’re into this?" you click your tongue, "very well", you say, slipping your fingers out to take away the sensation.

He grinds his teeth, cursing himself for giving you an opportunity to torture him. Oh how he wants your fingers back. He feels so empty without them.

"Now let’s plug you up, shall we?" you say and really begin to push to plug up his body.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck", he chants, hole struggling against the plug. One last push and it finally opens up, swallowing it up in its entirety.

"Ha!" you laugh, "swallowed it up like the bitch you are."

You press your fingers against it, not only to turn on the vibrator inside the plug but also to move it. It isn’t vibrating yet, you will have to use a remote control for that, but the movement makes Bunny whimper nonetheless. You fuck him with it slowly afterwards, watching his hole struggle against the lowest bead each time you pull it out.

"Mhm? How's that? How does it feel to know that I have you all plugged up? How does it feel to be my property?" you taunt, twisting the plug as you continue fucking him.

"I can barely handle it", he chokes out, making the chains rattle.

"Colour?"

"Green."

"Good", you move it one last time before pulling back, "look at you, so stuffed. Just like a little bitch", you say and laugh tauntingly

Bunny is panting, sucking the plug in and out all on his own. It is wonderful to watch him give his asshole the most pathetic of fucks, you just know that it is riling him up more than it satisfies him.

You get a hold of your favourite whip, demonstrating it next to him just once. He tenses up.

"I'm going to give you one last chance to submit to me."

He shakes his head, "you'll have to fucking whip me until I’m bruised."

"Oh gladly."

The first whip makes him gasp and shake, head tilting to the back and body tangling back and forth. The second whip makes him moan and shudder, back tensing in the aftermath. The third whip makes him laugh maniacally, fingers grasping for the chains. The fourth whip makes him curse, knees buckling and body slacking against the chains.

You press the button on your remote control, whipping his back at the same time.

Bunny screams, lifting himself up by the chains until dropping in an uncontrollable shake.

"Fuck, fuck, please god fuck", he yelps, knees shaking like crazy.

"Give in", you spit.

"N-no."

You increase the vibrations and whip him a sixth time. He howls and tangles, legs kicking in a pathetic attempt at finding support again. You catch him, holding him until he is standing again.

"Don't give up now" you challenge.

He keens, hole pulsating around the vibrator and eyes squeezed shut. His prostate felt close to bursting.

His skin is already bruising, carrying deep red streaks. Oh it is tempting you. So you whip him a seventh time, making him arch his back and moan like a crazed man.

"Had enough?" you taunt.

"Hngng fu-fuck hngngn you."

"No. Fuck you", you spit, "I have time."

And with that you increase the vibrations and whip him an eighth and last time. He is wailing in an instant, head thrown back and arms trying to pull his body up again.

"Now you are quiet. Now that you are all bruised and covered in whip marks."

Bunny squeaks like a little bitch, pressing his legs together. He is going to cum. Not on your watch. You turn the vibrator off, making him curse in desperation.

"What? You think just because you finally stopped talking back I'm going to reward you?"

"Fuck, you are the worst", he growls, head tangling to the front.

"Now you are getting it", you laugh, "that’s right, I am the worst and I am not done with you."

You round him, grabbing his leaking cock.

"Disgusting, you are leaking all over my floor."

Bunny shivers and moans, throbbing in your gloved hand.

"You see this?" you raise a little bullet vibrator into his vision.

"No", he chokes out, fighting against the chains and shaking his head vigorously.

"Yes", you smirk behind your mask, "this is going on your cock."

"You're fucking perverted", he plays the fearful shock so well that you halt for a moment just to make sure he was liking this.

"How are you doing? Green?"

"Of course, please I’m so into this."

"Just making sure."

"That's alright. I'm good, don't worry."

You smile although you know he can’t see it and twist your hand around his length.

"Shit", he presses out, twitching into your palm.

"Honestly you are not doing the best job in hiding how perverted you are yourself. You are basically fucking leaking like a bitch."

"Yeah? That's biology, you think I’m into your twisted games?"

You squeeze his cockhead, making him moan softly. Victory.

"I think you are."

He scoffs but has to moan a second later. Very convincing indeed.

You begin strapping the vibrator to his cock, earning yourself angry growls from him.

"You fucking psycho", he spits, fighting against the chains.

"That's right", you lift the two remote controls in your fingers, "I am a psycho", you spit, pressing the on button on all of the vibrators currently strapped to his body.

"Fuck! Oh fuck! Holy fuck!" Bunny yelps, lifting himself off the ground as his body convulses at the sensations.

"Perfect. Now", you turn your back to him and strut to a chair. The pathetic moans and pleads for a pause you ignore skillfully.

You turn the chair and sit down on it, turning off the vibrators. Bunny slacks, cock twitching uncontrollably. He whimpers.

"You know Bunny, you are right. I am a pervert because I am going to use the view of your squirming bitch body to touch myself better and you can’t do anything against it other than scream for me."

And with that you turn the vibrators back on, hearing him scream up in painful pleasure. He throws his head back, cocking throbbing uncontrollably.

"Perfect."

You take your merry time to take off your panties and sit back down on your chair. Bunny is so close to his high once you do that he is only speaking in curses.

You turn the vibrators off.

"Fuck you!" he screams, tugging on the chains.

"Careful, before I decide to stuff your mouth too and it's not going to be nice."

He growls, grinding his teeth so harshly that it is making his mask move.

"Perfect", you say and place your feet on the chair to part your legs.

He tugs on the chains, eyes glued to your exposed pussy. You reach for the natural dildo and drag it through your folds. He tugs on his chains again.

"You want to have it, don’t you?"

He nods his head vigorously.

"Sadly you can’t", you sigh, burying the dildo inside of you with a loud moan.

He grunts and groans, knees buckling at the view. You fuck yourself roughly, doing so with moaned laughs vibrating in your chest. You lift your hand almost tauntingly, revealing the remote control to his buttplug to him.

"Don't", he chokes out, but you don’t listen, pressing the button and making him shake like crazy, "o-oh g-god."

You plan on keeping it turned on for a very long time. Needing his uncontrollable reactions to get off. He is so perfect when he is squirming just for you.

"That's it, squirm for me", you spit, fucking the dildo into you to the hilt. You feel it shape your insides and you are loving it.

"I'm cumming", he chokes out, stomach tensing.

You don’t care that he is cumming, ruining your floor with his cum and squirming like crazy. On the contrary, now the fun has only begun. The moment his orgasm has ebbed down you turn on the vibrator on his cock, increasing the vibrations of those in his ass.

"Holy shit, please don’t, fuck, holy fuck", he squeaks and sobs, writhing in the pain of overstimulation.

"That's it, cry for me bitch", you moan, soiling the dildo with your juices.

"It's too much, I can’t do this", he moans, arms trying so hard to keep him upright. All he wants to do is curl into a little ball and pass out in pleasure.

"Colour?"

"Green."

"Of course you can do this bitch, because I tell you so", you spit, "now fucking cum for me like the little cumslut you are."

Bunny wails and tenses his every muscle. He orgasms with a guttural moan, squirting for you like the little cumslut he was.

"Perfect!" you laugh, angling the dildo against your g-spot, "again."

Bunny can’t stop himself, cumming all over vibrators a third time and he is staying silent whilst doing so, mouth agape as he forgets to breathe.

"You are so perfect for me, so quiet and obedient", you praise him, turning off the vibrator on his cock for a moment. His prostate was still getting abused by the vibrations.

"No more please", he pleads.

"Yeah? You wanna give up now? Pathetic, you cum for me and then want to give up. You finally ready to submit to me?"

"You monster."

You laugh, "I know."

And with that you turn on the bullet vibrator again, forcing him to take every second of his sweet torture. You keep fucking yourself senseless, using the view of his squirming and tangling body for your own fucked up pleasure. You force him over the edge six more times, each one of them made him scream and twitch as if electricity was coursing through his muscles.

By the time his tenth orgasm was shaking him to the deepest parts of his core, he already had forgotten the ability to speak, blabbering incoherent nonsense while his poor cock barely squirted cum but still felt every burn of the orgasm. You came so hard in this moment, throwing your head back and moaning his name unapologetically loud.

"Notagainpleasenoplease", he forces out, feeling his body convulse in his eleventh and last orgasm.

You watch him, riding out your high. It is actually as if he was being electrocuted, he was shaking oh so much.

Bunny sobs and convulses in overstimulation.

"Yellow."

You turn off the vibrators.

"Are you doing alright?"

"Yes, but I need a break please", he forces out, breathing raggedly.

"Of course. Do you want me to take off the vibrators?"

"Yes, I can’t take any more."

"Of course, that is alright."

You work quickly, freeing his sensitive cock of his torturously good restraints.

"Oh that’s so good", he sighs.

"The buttplug too?"

He nods his head.

You round him, staying in your role but treating him a lot gentler.

"I'm impressed, boy. You kept all the lube inside."

"Yeah cause you told me", he says, falling back into his role gladly.

"Huh?" you chuckle victoriously, "does that mean you are finally ready to submit to me?"

"Yes Mistress", he whispers, grinding his teeth.

"Oh that’s perfect", you laugh and caress his buttocks, "now", you part them, "squeeze for me."

Bunny squeezes, barely moving the plug.

"More little bunny, I want it out."

He grunts and squeezes, giving view to the beginning of the plug. It slips back in a second later.

"More, make me proud."

"Fuck Mistress", he grunts and squeezes the plug out. It slips out after an initial struggle, landing on your hand safely.

"Good boy now give me all that lube", you praise, drinking in the view of his hole pushing out all the lube. You chose the white creamy kind, making it look like his ass took one healthy cumshot. It was so perfect to watch.

Bunny grunts and squeezes one last time before he stops and moans softly.

"You've done so well, now it's all on the floor with your cum. Look."

Bunny looks down and moans.

"Isn’t it so pretty?"

"Yes Mistress, but so messy."

"I know", you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his middle and squeezing your cheek against his sweaty back, "you're such a messy, little Bunny. What should I do with you?"

Bunny rests back against you and sighs.

"I feel incredible, Mistress", he whispers.

"Yeah? Let’s talk some more, but first I'll take off your chains", you let him know and strut to the lever.

You turn to him.

"Here it comes, get ready."

You let his arms down slowly, watching him intently in case his legs decide to give up on him. He keeps up straight, waiting for you with his wrist presented in front of his tummy.

"Look at you behaving. Oh how wonderful", you praise, taking off the cuffs.

Once freed Bunny falls to his knees immediately, resting his forehead on your feet.

"I'm your bitch Mistress!" he exclaims, "thank you for ruining me!"

"Dear god Bunny, you’re making me want to ruin you even more", you murmur before straightening your back and looking down at him. You clear your throat and speak, "finally you got your manners back. Now sit up."

Bunny straightens up and sits down on his heels, gazing up at you.

"Why don’t you let me clean you now?"

He nods obediently.

"Should I lick up the floor first?" he asks.

Your stomach tingles and if you weren’t stuck in a rancid sexclub room you would have taken him up on his offer, but you didn’t want him to get five different STDs from the floor.

"No Bunny, I want you on the bed."

"Yes Mistress!"

He stumbles to his feet and hurries to the bed. You hand him a glass of water and a package of avocado sushi.

"Drink and eat, it will do you good."

"Yes Mistress!" he exclaims, taking off the lower half of his mask to drink and eat.

You hurried in the bathroom to clean the toys while he was eating, not wanting the temptation of looking at his lips. You swore yourself not to and you are intending on keeping this promise.

He was already wearing his mask again when you joined him, sitting on the bed with his hand resting on his thighs.

"I did what you told me to do. Thank you for the sushi. It was really yummy."

"I'm glad you liked it. Now look here, I'm gonna wipe you down and I also got you some ointment for your back."

“Thank you Mistress!”

You chuckle at his loud exclamation, finding him beyond adorable.

You clean his body first, doing so tenderly. He is squirming with every touch, giggling shyly ever so often. It filled you with endorphins to hear him be so happy and giddy. It means that he really liked tonight’s session and for some unexplainable reason you were really happy about that. Bunny liked what you did. Bunny liked it. He liked it. Your heart is fluttering in your chest at that thought and fuck it's making you all confused again.

"There now you are all clean again", you say, petting his hair.

"Thank you Mistress", says and gazes up at you.

"Now, your back. Do you want cooling cream on it?"

"Yes a little, please Mistress."

"Very well", you say, getting on the bed and making yourself comfortable behind him.

You begin spreading the cooling cream on his bruised back, making him sigh contently.

"How is that? Is it painful?"

He shakes his head.

"Oh, it's so nice. You touch me so well."

"Do I?"

"Yes, you are literally the best."

“You think so?”

He nods his head vigorously, “I had so much fun tonight. I’m gonna think about what we did until forever.”

“Gosh that’s so sweet of you”, you murmur, running your pointer finger down one of the bruises. Goosebumps rise on his skin and a soft shiver runs down his spine.

“I liked being your prisoner. Can we do it again someday?”

You smile. He is so adorable.

“Yes of course we can.”

“Awesome!” he laughs cutely, “I wanna try a spreader bar when we do and you have to blindfold me with one of those sacks abductors always use in the movies. You know the black ones?”

“Yes I know which one you mean.”

“And maybe you could use electricity on me too or wax or a needle roller”, you sighs and sacks his shoulders, “oh the possibilities are endless.”

You chuckle.

“They are Bunny”, you ruffle his hair, “but tonight I want you to rest.”

“Yes okay”, he relaxes his back, sloughing, “I love being with you so much Lucky.”

Your eyes flit to the back of his head, fingers stopping on his back. Your heart literally did a jump at his words. Holy fuck.

"Well thank you Bunny”, you clear your terribly dry throat, “w-what a compliment."

"I mean it though. You make me happy and god knows I don't feel that often."

You lower your eyes and stay silent. He sighs sadly.

"I don't know what to say", you confess.

"That's alright. I just want you to know that I feel better when I’m with you."

"Gosh Bunny, don’t say that."

He hums and begins playing with his own fingers. You put on the rest of the cooling cream, touching his shoulders once you are done.

"Should we do your arms and sides too?"

He nods his head.

"Lie down", you tell him, tugging him down by his shoulders.

He falls gladly, stretching his arms above his head. You sit down on his lap, hating the fact that he can’t see the fond smile you have for him.

"Damn I scratched you good. Does it hurt a lot?"

"No, it's manageable. I once had a girl scratch my back bloody. That was kinda too much, but your scratches feel alright."

Again, you are pissed about the fact that he can’t see your smile.

"I'm glad they are", you whisper and begin spreading the cooling cream on them. Down his arms until you reach his pits. He laughs softly when you touch them, holding his own wrist as he arches his back into you.

"You have nice pits", you say, cringing internally for being so unapologetically thirsty for him.

"I do?" he asks and chuckles.

"Yeah I like it when men don’t shave them. You look hot like that."

"I do?" he asks and melts under your compliment, "fun fact I actually shave like...everywhere, but I've been feeling so shitty lately that I have no energy for it."

"Well as much as I hate you having to feel shitty, I thank it for giving me a glimpse of your body hair", you say because you know that Bunny will take it as a dark joke.

He laughs and it makes you happy inside.

"I'll keep that in mind then", he says in a chuckle before he falls silent, watching you work in an almost awed silence.

You touch his sides, spreading the cream in soft rolls and tender swirls. It covers his torso in goosebumps and elicits a quiet sigh from him.

Oh how you hate this moment. Not because it is uncomfortable but because it makes you feel so fucking good inside. You don’t feel like a prostitute taking care of her customer according to regulations right now, you feel like a woman taking care of her adorable sub and enjoying her time with him. And you don’t know if you are allowed to feel like this for a paying customer or if those feelings are slowly but surely crossing the line.

"There", you rest your hands on his hips, realising once again how blurry the lines between business and enjoyment have become as you feel his naked thigh against your very naked core as his very naked cock was just mere inches away from her. It was so intimate and familiar and like something you wouldn’t do with any of your other customers. Why is he so different? Why does he make you break and bend your own rules each and every time?

"How, how are you feeling?" you ask him, clearing your terribly dry throat afterwards.

"Good", he says and by the way his eyes scrunch up behind the mask you know that he is smiling at you and it is making your heart flutter.

Holy shit, you are losing yourself again. You hurry off his lap quickly and turn your back to him as you begin cleaning the table. You need a distraction before you end up doing something you will regret.

Bunny keeps on lying on the mattress and for a while a silence is present between you and him. That is until he breaks it to speak and you let him, because you were greedily hoping to get a glimpse of his voice again.

“You know, I was happy once", he begins, "really fucking happy. I thought I could grasp the universe”, he extends his arms and stares at his hands, “until I realised that my hands are even too small to keep myself afloat. How the hell should I grasp the universe then?”

“What happened?”

“I lost it, the happiness. I thought I would always have it, but I lost it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s not your fault.”

“Well, I’m still sorry. It’s never nice to lose the reason for your happiness.”

“Did you lose it too?”

You look over your shoulder at his resting form, contemplating if you should tell him.

“What was your happiness?” you ask him instead.

Bunny sighs and looks at the ceiling.

“A woman. Beautiful, funny and so hardworking. She was two years older than me, always called me a brat and felt like heaven when I held her”, he says and laughs painfully, “fuck she was so amazing.”

“Did she die?”

“No. She got married off to another man and fell in love with him.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

Silence. You turn to take care of the chains. You know that he is waiting for you to speak. So you turn, grasping the chains tightly.

“I lost my brother.”

Bunny sits up on the bed.

“Drugdeal gone wrong. One stupid move and he found himself at the wrong end of the gun. The medics told me that it was instant, he didn’t feel a thing.”

“Fuck, that’s…I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Well, I’m still sorry.”

“Thank you.”

“Mhm.”

You step closer to the bed.

“Did you love the woman?”

“Yeah, I think I did.”

“Did she love you?”

“Maybe, you know? We were never official. My older sister is married to her older brother. And the woman never wanted anyone from our families to know that we are fucking. You know the whole older sister-in-law fucks younger brother-in-law thing didn’t really sit right with her.”

“So you were basically her secret lover?”

“Secret lover”, he repeats the two words, “probably yeah.”

“Did you ever tell her how you wanted the relationship to go?”

“Tell her?” he sounds surprised.

“Yeah. That you wouldn’t have minded for it to be open, that the secrecy hurt you.”

“I never did, no.”

“Why?”

“Because…she always knew so much better than me. I didn’t wanna question her.”

“Well, she sounds like an egoistic bitch to me then.”

“No, don’t you dare call her that. You don’t know her like I do”, he spits, anger lacing his voice.

“Fine, I’m sorry I said that.”

Bunny sighs and looks back at the ceiling.

“It wasn’t her fault that she fell in love. The guy she got married off to is nice and caring and good-looking too. He treats her well, I know he does because my sister tells me so sometimes. I’m happy for her, she deserves to be happy”, Bunny sighs, “she’s not a bad person and she tried really hard to be gentle with me when we broke up, but…”

“But what?”

“Fuck when we ended it she told me that I deserve an epic love. A love that is so deep that I will be happy to wake up each day. But where is it?”

“You can’t rush those things. If you start looking for it, it will never come. Those things just…happen.”

“But I wanna rush them. I don’t wanna live this life anymore.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing.”

“Bunny, tell me.”

“No.”

“Bunny…”

“I said no.”

“Please don’t close up now.”

Bunny sighs and lowers his head.

“I don’t wanna wake up. Each morning I wake up and…see and, and feel and live, I wanna fucking scream and rip my own eyes out.”

“So you wanna die?”

“Yes. No. No, I don’t wanna die. I just wanna, I don’t know. I just wanna…just wanna…fuck I just don’t wanna feel like shit anymore.”

“Is that why you drink?”

“No. No!” he turns to you and shakes his head, “no, I don’t drink.”

“Yeah you do, you always smell of alcohol.”

“I don’t drink.”

“Fine, then show me your hand.”

“What?”

“Show me your hand.”

“Why?”

“You don’t smell of booze tonight.”

“So?”

“Show me your hand.”

Bunny extends his hand. It is shaking like crazy.

“Fuck”, he presses out, hiding it under his thigh.

You sit next to him and pull his hand free to hold it. He squeezes it tightly.

“So, to repeat my question. Is that why you drink?”

“Yes, fuck I guess it is”, he chokes out, falling into himself, “fuck”, he chokes out and sobs.

"Lucky I don’t even wanna drink. It hurts so much when I do and, and I hate being drunk. I hate the taste and burn and having to throw up afterwards. I hate it so much, but I c-can't stop. Why am I doing this to myself?"

"Well…" you reach out to pet his hair, "...your brain found a fucked up remedy for its pain. And it's the worst fucking thing ever."

Bunny falls into you, burying his face in your lap and sobs.

"I don't wanna drink", he wails, "I don't wanna do this. I really don’t wanna do this."

"Mhm I know", you whisper, smoothing out his hair.

"I'm so embarrassed about it and, and I hate myself so much. I'm so ashamed, so ashamed."

"I hear you."

"And it hurts", he sobs, "it hurts me so much", he squeezes your thigh desperately, "it hurts so much."

"I know Bunny", you breathe, blinking to get rid of your own tears.

"Please don’t be angry at me, please Lucky. You w-weren't supposed to find out. Please don't get angry."

"I'm not angry at you."

Bunny whimpers.

"Sit up Bunny and look at me."

He obeys.

"Now listen", you take both his hands and draw closer, "I'm fucking grateful that you told me because I want you to share burdening shit like this with other people. Be it me or someone else."

"They wouldn’t understand…"

"Well I do. I truly fucking understand you Bunny and I hate that you have to go through this shit. But I am not angry at you for wanting to have an easy way out, do you hear me? And I want you to share your burden with me even if it's ugly and embarrassing."

He nods his head and sniffles.

"I don't know what to say", he whispers, "nobody else noticed my smell. It’s like I am screaming but they don’t even hear me."

"Bunny I hear you", you shake his hands as if you wanted to shake him awake, "and I thank you for telling me something you find so embarrassing, truly I don’t take such a confession for granted."

He sniffles, "I'm gonna cry again", he chokes out.

"Don't", you cup his masked cheek and hate that you can’t feel his skin, “I’ll hug you, alright?”

He nods his head.

You know what to do. Get off the bed, turn the lights off, get back to the bed, blow out the candle and wait until both of you have taken off your masks.

You search for him in the darkness, finding him on the same spot you left him. You pull at his arm softly.

“Come now and rest for the night.”

Bunny lets you move him, collapsing on top of you the moment you and him have laid down. He hugs you back, letting you feel his warm skin and the tears on his cheeks.

“Thank you”, he chokes out.

“It’s alright”, you let him know, playing with his hair in hopes of calming him down.

“I’m serious. I can cry because of you.”

“That’s sad.”

“No, it’s good”, he squeezes you tightly and kisses your neck, “it's a good kind of cry because it's the type of cry you only do when you realise that a person understands you. It's the type of cry you do when you opened your soul to them. And you are scared and holding your breath, wondering how they might react. And then they look into your eyes and simply say "I understand you, your soul is safe with me". And you just can't help but cry again because it's been too long since someone actually understood you. It's that type of cry."

“Well that’s….” you inhale loudly, “…that sounds like a good cry indeed.”

"So thank you", he whispers, "thank you for letting me cry."

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hi, thank you so much for your translations! i really appreciate it!!!

as a victor stan i do wanna ask, but would u say victor is a jealous/possessive lover for mc? i honestly wish there were mooorreeee jealousy scenes from him ><

Hello! Thank you so much for being so sweet!! 🥺♡

That’s an interesting question and regarding that wish of yours.... I’m pretty certain that the writing team is very much aware of it cause it’s a subject that gets urged on by the player’s community very often HAHAHA. It’s only that, they have a different mindset of approaching it, keeping in tune with the kind of person Victor is. ಡ ͜ ಡ

Now, to answer your question——

⊳ Since you asked: “would I say whether or not Victor is a jealous/possessive lover for MC?”

Neither. The same as what you’d expect from a very observant and patient person.

—

⊳ Now, here is a fine line.

If you had asked “does Victor have moments of jealousy/possessiveness?”

The answer to that would be:

(◍) Possessiveness (stemming from jealousy etc.)? NO.

(◍) Jealousy? He has his moments, yeah.

(◍) Sulking like a 3 year old? BIG TIME.

LONG ANSWER (I mean, REALLY LONG, my apologies beforehand....):

—

⊳ What exactly is jealousy?

To me, personally, it’s an internal emotion, creating conflicts within yourself, when something that you care about is at the risk of slipping away. It’s not necessarily always a bad thing, however depending on how it’s being handled by both partners, it can be a big leap forward or even a bigger leap backwards. Having little moments of jealousy when you get a reminder of what makes your relationship so precious is effective. :>

There are many ways to cope with jealousy, and one of that can be possessiveness, which can lead to restraining certain liberties or activities of a person.

—

⊳ Coming back to Victor:

Let’s see how he handles his rare moments of jealousy. Being a pragmatic person searching for reasons behind the scenario, Victor doesn’t act on a whim over his emotions. And more importantly, it’s very easy to not notice his jealousy unless you’re being attentive.

However, the way he expresses it, over the course of the years has changed; and it also shows how solid his relationship with MC has grown that he can be so show-offy about it LOL~ 🤣

—

[Note: I’m basing the lines here from the CN script]

—

✧ [Dance Date]:

This is a date before Victor x MC are officially dating.

When MC is dancing in his studio, he is initially under the impression that MC’s dance partner at the ball is likely him.

Victor looks at me curiously.

Victor: Why are you so earnest today? Looks like your dance partner isn’t easy to deal with.

MC: [sighs] Yeah, he is incredibly difficult to deal with. I hope I won’t embarrass him at the ball.

Victor: I see. Let’s continue then.

Strange, why does Victor seem so happy today....

[....]

MC: I can’t humiliate myself in front of Leo tonight.

Victor: Who’s Leo?

MC: The person in-charge at the TV station. Our company will be collaborating with them soon. He is going to the charity ball tonight, and I need to dance with him.

Victor: He is your dance partner?

MC: That’s right. What’s wrong?

Victor is quiet for a while, as though he didn’t expect this answer.

Victor: Nothing...

Victor is silent for a very long time. My high spirits are in stark contrast to him.

Although he continues teaching me how to dance, it’s evident that he isn’t as interested as before.

–

What’s needed to be taken under consideration here is: This is a Victor we meet at the very beginning, 4+ years prior from now. He is still learning to let his vulnerable side be on the surface. The idea of a relationship, or the sentiments you feel when you’re emotionally invested in someone are very new to him, so is the idea of “jealousy”. As a result, instead of dwelling over it, he brushes this novel emotion aside.

However, the million miles a second changes in his expression tells us just how much he is affected by the turn of events.

Here comes how Victor deals with this emotion: Despite his obvious disappointment, his pragmatism leaps in. He doesn’t act on his emotions, rather separates his emotions from the business matters at hand. He knows it’s important to MC that she does a decent job with her dance, and the collaborative partnership is important to her company. So, he doesn’t stop teaching her.

—

[Dance Date: Before The Ball Phone Call]

This call takes place in the evening before the ball.

–

Victor: Did you practice so earnestly just so you could dance with him?

MC: Yeah.... if I don’t dance well, he will definitely be humiliated.

Victor: In that case, I’m sure you will definitely humiliate him in front of everyone. Dancing isn’t something you can learn in one afternoon. Just give up, and hurry home before it gets dark.

–

Here, we see Victor acting on his emotions for the first time. One can tell he feels jealous. But how does he deal with it?

He knows MC would do at least somewhat decent job with her dance since he himself taught her.

However, he gives her a logical explanation that dance isn’t something you can learn in one afternoon before telling her that she should head home instead.

Is he being possessive here? No. Notice how he doesn’t insist on her going back home nor does he tell her that she can’t dance with Leo.

—

✧ [Airplane Date]:

It’s a follow-up date to the Dance Date.

–

MC: Mm.... I think I should return to the economy class. I’m more comfortable sitting there.

Victor: Because you have a friend back there?

MC: He doesn’t really count as a friend. We’ve worked together a couple of times. He is Leo, you know him.

Victor: Since he doesn’t count as a friend, why go on a business trip with him?

MC: He invited me. And I’d like to have a travel companion in an unfamiliar place.

Victor: He’s invited you to travel with him before, hasn’t he?

MC: Yes, he did mention it once after shooting a show. But he’s just being polite. I wouldn’t take it seriously.

Victor: [sighs] ....

MC: If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going back.

Victor: Sit down.

MC: But....

Victor: I asked you to sit down.

His forceful tone makes me slightly unhappy. I have absolutely no idea what’s wrong with him.

–

We can see the same pattern following here as well.

He feels jealous. The first thought in his mind is he doesn’t want her to go back and sit with Leo.

But how does he deal with this emotion? He gives MC a logical explanation that one shouldn’t travel with someone they aren’t friends with.

Is he being possessive here? I would say that he is being slightly unreasonable by asking her to sit down the second time. However, the reason MC remains seated is entirely unrelated to him.

(1) The air turbulence;

(2) Her insistence on getting brandy and becoming a drunken mess.

—

[Airplane Date: Got Off The Plane Phone Call]

Victor: Enough about me. Who was that boarding the plane with you today?

MC: Oh, that’s the person-in-charge, Leo. We have worked together before. He’s a pretty good person, and I thought it’d be good to have a travel companion in a foreign land.

Victor: How did you assess whether or not he’s a good person?

MC: Because he’s very warm and gentlemanly. He even carried my luggage.

Victor: Why are you always so simple-minded?

–

The same pattern follows here as well.

Victor feels jealous. The first thought in his mind is he doubts Leo’s character.

How does he deal with his emotions? He gives MC a logical explanation that she shouldn’t be so simple-minded.

—

✧ [Overflowing Novelty Date]:

This date is yet to be released in the global server. I’m including this part regarding the later updates on Leo LOL.

It’s a date 2+ years into Victor x MC being together.

–

Victor: [MC’s Company Name]’s overseas exchange project.... from two years ago?

MC: Mm. Back then, when you said that the risk factor of this project was a bit high for us, I didn’t take any chances.

Victor: Have you considered restarting it afterwards?

MC: How should I put it.... do you remember Leo?

Victor: Who?

MC: He’s a gold medal director at the TV station. We went on a business trip together, and ran into you on the plane.

Victor frowns, as though he’s thought of some unpleasant memories.

Victor: What does he have to do with it?

MC: In fact, he was the one who recommended this project to me. But during the time I was hesitating, he’d already jumped ship. Afterwards, it was completely overrun. Ugh, opportunities are really easy to send away....

[....]

Victor: [cold voice] Your so-called “opportunity”, the chances are that eighty percent of it was a blank check from that person who gave it to you.

MC: Huh?

Victor: Given his experience, there is no way he could not have seen the state of your company at the time. Anything that exceeds one’s capabilities, no matter how alluring it is, it’s only a gimmick. The fact that he switched job immediately afterwards, suggests that he didn’t care about this project at all.

I stare blankly at Victor’s side profile, the slightly slanted corner of his lips seems to be making it clear that, currently he isn’t in a good mood. Clearly I’m the one who got deceived, but why does it feel like he feels more resentful than me?

MC: No wonder you told me to stay away from him back then.... but regardless, we all gain wisdom from our mistakes after all!

Victor: Owh? What wisdom did you gain from this?

MC: In this world full of various “pits”, only CEO Victor’s advices are from the bottom of his heart, and they must be heeded properly.

I try my utmost to put on a sincere expression and wink at him. Victor looks at me coldly for a moment, then he suddenly reaches out and taps me on the forehead.

Victor: It’s not a disadvantage to be so silly, your foolishness can be counted as a blessing.

MC: Heheh, isn’t my greatest blessing that I met you?

–

We can see a pattern following here as well:

Victor’s absence of reaction at the mention of Leo, a specific person’s name he is unaware of and MC sounds cordial with, shows how much faith and confidence he has in their relationship – the answer to whether he can be called a jealous/possessive lover or not.

However, when MC gives him a reminder of that particular memory from the past, we see differences in his expressions. The emotion that he feels here isn’t necessarily “jealousy”, it’s more of “feeling wronged”.

Nevertheless, he still doesn’t stray from the pattern of giving a “logical explanation” on why it was good being an opportunity missed out on. Also showing off his skills on almost never being wrong with his judgements LOL

Lastly, the most important part: Despite Victor not giving out any distinct clues about what he is feeling, MC still gets it, and we see them talking it out.

And, this is a major reason why we don’t see any scenes of Victor being jealous over any pursuers of MC LOL. They have a very fluid communication and they discuss things, leading to a flowing relationship. We will see this pattern following later on as well.

—

✧ [Night Meeting Date]:

It’s a date into 2+ years of Victor x MC being together.

–

I hold up the notebook laptop in my hands and show it to him, deliberately giving him a sincere smile.

MC: Do these business elites have really good editing skills, or are they truly this handsome?

A sudden drizzle descends from the gloomy sky.

Victor taps on the steering wheel indifferently, his ring finger clicking the windshield wiper.

Victor: There isn’t any discrepancy between the photographs and the real people.

MC: So they really.... have their merits.

Probably because my awe sounded too genuine, Victor’s eyelid twitches slightly.

Victor: You could look for them yourself to get their contact details. The reason why LFG is holding this competition is to allow for interaction among elite businessmen from different industries, and to expand their network.

MC: ....yes yes yes. [....]

MC: But according to the rules of the competition, I have to be locked in the hotel for a full seven days.

Victor turns a deaf ear to me. He pushes the handbrake, stepping on the accelerator.

In a soft voice, I continue sending out hints.

MC: Don’t you have anything else to warn me about? For example, to take care of my safety?

Victor turns the steering wheel to the right, casting his line of sight to the rearview mirror.

Victor: You’re very safe in LFG’s hotel. There’s nothing to be cautious about.

[....]

....I first glance at him out of the corner of my eyes.

MC: I’m off.

Victor: Mm.

Then, I unbuckle my seatbelt.

MC: Are you going back to LFG now?

Victor: Mm.

After a pause, I take my handbag.

MC: I’m.... leaving now?

Victor lowers his eyes slightly, releasing a very soft chuckle.

He is doing this on purpose! I immediately push the car door open––

A hand suddenly lands on the right side of my forehead. I subconsciously turn my face to the left. He leans forward, pressing his lips to my hair.

Victor: Be safe.

His low voice encapsulates a mildly teasing smile and breath. It’s as though he’s giving me a tiny, tangled compliment. Even his lowered voice is mixed with cheerful satisfaction.

I nuzzle my head into his palm. His sleeve and wristwatch slide downwards, revealing the edge of his palm and his long, slender fingers.

MC: You too. Drive safely.

–

We can see a pattern following here as well.

The First Part:

He feels jealous.

The first thought in his mind likely is that he doesn’t want MC to talk to those business elites.

What does he do instead? He doesn’t tell MC anything of the sort, rather encourages her to go ahead and increase her network. However, he gives her a reminder and the logical explanation that this competition is intended for expanding the networks, not for gushing over their looks LOL.

–

The Second Part [the sulking ┗(•ˇ_ˇ•)]:

After the initial reaction, he continues giving MC the look of feigned indifference and the evident cold shoulder LOL.

MC gets the hint and keeps testing the water. He gets the hint that MC is testing him, and they both continue the stalemate.

Finally, they both break through each other and resolve the little-harmless-teasing-fun “lover’s spat” then and there~ :>

—

✧ [Heart’s Content Date]:

I’m not going to quote any specific part for this date, since I’m afraid I’d have to quote the whole date here LOL.

But the mentioned second part in the previous section thrives in this date as well.

We see a Victor, who keeps sulking throughout the date cause they haven’t had proper chat in the past three days since MC has been too busy during this time, and keeps sending out hints that he’s sulking LOL, followed by an “offensive gameplay” from both sides (the dating diary of the date, MC’s words not mine HAHA) to test the waters until they break through each other and it leads to THAT scene above (ㆁωㆁ) and Victor gives the poor little Pudding a run for their love for MC (≧▽≦)

—

We do see more of this mischievous sulking over a little boy Nan-Nan, when MC agrees to be his bride for a game HAHA~ >///<

✧ [Uncontrollable Factors]:

Saving the best for the last? YEAH (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

In this Mind Quest, we’re introduced to a character named “Wu Ye”, a student of MC, who apparently has a crush on her and he doesn’t try beating around the bush about it either.

Victor’s first encounter with Wu Ye is when MC invites him to attend her class. We also see MC regarding Wu Ye’s enthusiastic approach merely as his passion for Film and TV. However, we discover later on that it’s not the only case—

—

[Scenario 1]:

Looking at the girl’s excited and hurrying figure from behind, Victor gently crocks the corners of his mouth upwards, and sits back in that seat she has “chosen.”

Originally, he didn’t intend to sit in such a conspicuous position. But after seeing that pair of eyes permeating with expectations, he changed his mind at the last moment.

There are a few opportunities to “become” her student, so why not sit a little closer and appreciate it properly.

– However, he doesn’t seem to be the only one who thinks as such.

A flurry of footsteps sound outside of the classroom, and a young face appears at the door – it’s that student who displayed a vigorous performance earlier.

Wu Ye: Teacher, I still have some questions....

After catching the sight of Victor being the only person in the classroom, the other party’s brilliant smile falls silent in an instant.

Victor and him look at one another for a moment. Then Victor takes out his phone with an expressionless face, and looks at today’s finance and economic news.

Wu Ye: [indirectly calling for Victor’s attention] ....Teacher, have you left?

Victor: She will be back later.

Wu Ye nods, but his eyes cannot help but always look towards Victor, as if they are observing something.

Even though Victor feels the occasional glances casted in his way, but he doesn't wish to pay attention to the other party too much.

Suddenly the sound of vigorously breathing in can be heard in the air, followed by Wu Ye finally walking over to Victor’s side.

Wu Ye: Vi- Mr. Victor. I will certainly go to [MC’s Company Name], and create even better contents together with my teacher.

A stammering voice transmits into Victor’s ears—

Akin to both declaration of a war, and to a self-promotion.

While just being about to finish the news article, Victor puts the phone away and puts it inside the pocket of his suit, and then raises his head.

Victor: You’ve already said that before. If you want to declare your position again, you should say it to her, not me.

Wu Ye: ....

Wu Ye’s profile droops down, and the courage he has summoned just now also obliterates completely, reminiscent of a deflated ball.

Silence hangs in the air once again. Seeing that he is stifling for half a day to produce a word, Victor cannot help turning his head to look outside the window.

–

[Scenario 2]:

I look at Wu Ye in front of me, the residual shock that has just been stirred up by the knock on the door still not being fully suppressed.

Wu Ye: Teacher, I heard from the classroom administrator that you are here preparing for a lesson. So I thought of asking if there is anything I can do to help?

At the same time Wu Ye speaks, I quietly shoot a glance towards Victor who is sitting next to me.

Seeing that the red marks on the side of his lips are completely untraceable, I breath a little easy in my heart.

Although it's a bit of a shame erasing it, but it is still somewhat not very appropriate to let the students see....

MC: There is nothing I need help with for the time being. Thank you, Wu Ye.

Wu Ye doesn’t seem to have any intention of leaving, scratching his head.

Wu Ye: Then please call me the next time you need something. I would like to help the teacher lighten some of the workload.

His tone is filled with concealed unbounded expectations, akin to one kind of ardent hope.

This is a look I seem to see on him often, even sometimes with a little shyness and overwhelmingly scratching of the head.

When I am pondering over what should be the appropriate way of responding, a quiet voice rings out beside me.

Victor: MC, the time is less than an hour before the party.

I look at the time on the wall, and then look towards Wu Ye somewhat apologetically.

MC: Wu Ye, sorry. I have to get back to preparing the lesson. If you have any questions, we will see it in the next class.

Wu Ye: I got it. Goodbye, teacher.

Wu Ye purses his lips, glancing at Victor, and then turns his head to leave the classroom.

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[In scenario 1]:

We could argue that the reason Victor suggests staying back after the class could be cause he’s jealous LOL. However, when he’s waiting for MC to return, we see him solely focusing on how astounding his beloved looked up on the stage, and nothing else. (✯∀✯)

But this phase is quickly interrupted when Wu Ye comes in and declares well, tries to declare his stand. From Victor’s reaction towards Wu Ye since he entered the room, we can tell he does feel that moment of jealousy. However, he recovers from it very quickly—

(1) Let’s say, he did have that moment of wanting to act on his emotions. But, it’s immediately replaced by the understanding that this project is important to MC.

(2) He has nothing to fear.

So, he literally goes, “Go tell my girlfriend you like her. It’s not gonna work anyway.” 😂

And that’s exactly what we see happening in the 2nd scenario.

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[In Scenario 2]:

Victor, despite being present there and Wu Ye noticing him, remains incredibly silent, letting MC deal with her own matter.

MC, on the other hand, while Wu Ye is still speaking, has her undivided attention on Victor.

In the meantime, we see MC finally picking up the clue that Wu Ye wishes to be her pursuer. However, she struggles to find a proper way to respond in the negative.

Finally, Victor pitches in to end this awkward stalemate. And, we see how just one sentence from her man is enough, nothing else is important.

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⊳ Does that in some way.... suggest that there isn’t enough passion or love in their relationship, that a direct attack like that couldn’t stir either of them in the slightest?

Well, the answer to that question:

The topic of this Mind Quest is “Desire and Instinct”, where we see MC confessing that the inspiration for the topic of her lecture is her beloved, and we hear a similar confession from Victor as well, adorned with leaving their marks on each other, effortlessly declaring – “they are taken”~ :>

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Though, this might seem sort of unrelated, but I feel it’s complementary to finish off this LONG post:

Victor: You said you’re feeling lost, but in reality, you haven’t actually stopped.

MC: That’s because you don’t stop. When I can’t find my goal, you are my goal.

Victor: In the rink just now, you were my goal too.

MC: That was a too easy goal to reach, wasn’t it....

Victor: In fact, it wasn’t. Because as the time passed by, you got more and more proficient. So, as long as you don’t stop, I’ll always be chasing you.

MC: Victor.... in my eyes, you are the same.

Victor: I know. That’s why, I’ll never stop. And, if you can’t find your direction, just walk towards me.

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For a couple, who treasure each other this much – for them, the negative effects of jealousy or possessiveness is not something one has to worry about. It can only be a method of teasing and a way to cherish the other person’s presence in each other’s lives – be it in the appearance of a kid Nan-Nan or the adorable little Pudding, and we will most likely see more of it in the future~ ಡ ͜ ಡ

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#I’m so so so sorry for replying SO late. I was just too caught up in everything and couldn’t make the proper time for this HNNNGNNN >.<#mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #love and producer #恋与制作人 #李泽言 #ask

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