#(though... on my oc it's much more psychological)

[victimsofyaoipoll]

Finals

Propaganda Under Cut

Sakura Haruno

Her husband is gay and her author doesn't know how to write women. So many people say she's the worst but she. DESERVES. BETTER!!! Save her from this franchise.

My baby girl my bestie my best friend. She committed the crime of um being written by kishimoto who both doesn’t know how to write women and somehow writes men in the gayest way possible specifically naruto and sasuke. Like the thing is naruto and sasuke ARE gay and also she gets so much hate for the crime of kishimoto writing her one dimensionally in love with sasuke. I know her personally she is a butch lesbian to me just trust me she’s in love with Ino and has a lesbian thing going on with Karin okay just trust me. My everything. She needs to divorce the loveless lavender marriage she’s in 

What is there to say, even? The OG Threat to my 90s anime brain, the only woman I've ever hated with such a passion she made me turn away from the color pink. I used to write fics with my friend where she got left behind on purpose so our OCs could join the Naruto and Sasuke team instead. I loathed this bitch until I was 16 and realized the author simply couldnt write women and decided it was time to make peace with Sakura. It is not her fault she's vaguely written and obsessive over Sasuke. She deserves better. Sasuke and Naruto still should be together and Sakura shouldnt be with Sasuke but I no longer believe this because I hate Sakura, it is because I love her. She deserves a spouse who will actually put in the time to treat her like the hero she is.

Misa Amane

she gets treated in-canon the way fandoms treat female characters that Threaten an m/m ship. it's like, "oh why don't you go sit in the corner and be pretty, misa, while the Men have intelligent conversation and pretend they aren't ten seconds from fucking each other, doesn't that sound nice?" it's infuriating. and MAYBE it's better now but i remember her getting treated the same way in fanfiction too, like we all need to do just as badly by our female secondary characters as fucking tsugumi ohba, but with the added insult of making her be alternately oblivious of the relationship between light and L or actively trying to sabotage it—incompetently, of course, because god forbid misa be allowed dignity or moments of cleverness.

she's one of the first characters I think of when I consider old school fandom misogyny. The annoying bitch and clingy crazy gf allegations were AFTER HER ASS. She's also a lot more intelligent than people gave her credit for, but most seem inclined to take the Very Biased word of our unreliable, narcissistic narrator and his homoerotic arch nemesis and claim that just because she's bubbly and into romance that she's also a complete moron. Which is blatantly untrue. Everyone was afraid of Misa girlbossing too hard. Killing people and devoting yourself to the deranged twink of your dreams even though you know he'll never love you back??? Having a hardcore goth aesthetic and being so Hot even literal Death Gods are into you?? God forbid women do ANYTHING!

Not only is she the victim of yaoi culture, she is the victim of early 2000s misogyny by an author that wanted to introduce a girl character because he knew his male rivals were getting too homoerotic. She is a goth bimbo icon who portrays what I think is one of the few callouts for stan culture and what parasocial relationships can do to both the stan and the idol. The fact that she is a toxic fan of Kira and also hot, funny, sociable is tragic in its own way, which I think the author did try to touch on but was too misogynistic too really get through. Of course, she was reduced to villain status by the fandom and anime alike because she got in the way of the supposed romance in their psychological horror anime

#poll #finals #sakura haruno #naruto #misa amane #misa misa #death note

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✨Hazbin theories, headcanons, analysis and hot takes✨

Ask rules: I accept asks about canon characters (no oc/reader), including NSFW and dark stuff BUT if your ask is unnecessarily graphic, I might not post it to not make other followers uncomfortable. Though I never hesitate to discuss heavier themes, I also won't allow here any kind of romanticization or fetishization of such things. Additionally, please don't ask me about real-life psychological advice - I'm not qualified to give you one.

The Vees

Silly Vees headcanons

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Vees living together

Vees being silly pt 2: Electric Boogaloo

Vees biggest fears

What if Velvette or Vox owned Angel's soul

Vees and hellborns

Vees' love life on earth

Angel's relationship with Velvette and Vox

How Vees reacted to their hell forms?

Vox and Velvette as empolyers

What if one of the Vees died

Vox x Velvette

Vees with children

Vees' good qualities

Vees' public perception

Vees' birthdays

VoxVal

My silly VoxVal fanfiction + deleted scene

VoxVal being in love

VoxVal and voyeurism (feat. amazing Anon)

VoxVal being toxic

How did Vox and Valentino meet?

VoxVal killing each other

Competing for souls

VoxVal being sick

VoxVal and findom (not really mine but Anon's but it's too good to let it get lost)

Valentino

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What happened to Valentino's antennae

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Why fans hate Valentino so much

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Velvette

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#hazbin hotel #vox #valentino #voxval #adam #velvette #the vees #husk

[treason-and-plot]

OC Evolution Tag:

Choose an OC and show the progress of the earliest to latest version of them.

I was tagged by @drawing-way-outside-the-lines, thank you very much!💖 I chose Roy for this tag. (I could write a novel about Roy's character evolution, but I don't think this tag was created for that purpose! All the same, I hope I can be forgiven if I go off on a few tangents.) Below is a screenshot from one of Roy's first appearances in my story, in June 2013.

Roy was introduced as Joël's best friend whom he had known from kindergarten, and was only ever meant as a secondary character, shamelessly dropped into the story to be Joël's sounding board and to help chart Joël's romantic challenges. But Roy was never going to be content with having a minor role! The first time it became apparent to me that he was girding his loins for a much bigger share of the limelight was the night he had one too many Pink Cougars at The Grind, and decided to strip down to his undies and dance on the tabletops.

It was also the same night he first met Anita:

After that, Roy more or less shared equal billing with Joël. He and Sonia's wedding was one of the highlights of Five Years Earlier, and still remains the most fabulous and immersive fun I have ever experienced since starting my Simblr.

As far as Roy's physical evolution goes, he was becoming noticeably more buff by January 2014, because he was working out 4 or 5 times a week to take his mind off he and Sonia's infertility woes. He also got a new skin, Ephemera's Fresh, that everyone was raving about at the time:

I loved how it made his body look, but I disliked the weird, waxy colouring it gave to his facial features:

The skin only lasted a few months before I went back to my previous default, Joedy’s Nephilim, which is still my default today.

(Roy and Sonia's infertility struggles also allowed Roy to show his vulnerable side, and hopefully added some depth and richness to his character. Up until then I had never written any chapters from Roy's POV, and I remember being very nervous about stepping into his shoes for the first time, because his personality type was so far removed from anyone I knew in real life! But it became so much easier once I could feel empathy towards him. It is upsetting for any male to be told he has a low sperm count, but for a self-described alpha-male like Roy it must have been devastating. But I think it also made him a lot more human and relateable.)

Okay, that's enough with the tangents! Here is what Roy looks like today:

His hair has never, ever changed, and his face hasn't been tweaked either apart from his famous scar. He has no tattoos. (He has lost a wedding ring, though!) So yeah, it's probably fair to say most of his evolution has been spiritual, emotional and psychological.

I would like to tag @wolfavens @pixelddump @nectar-cellar @winterspixels and @hancyan. No pressure, feel free to ignore!

#sims tag game #character development #my ocs <3 #OC Evolution Tag

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Lucky

Shy M!Reader x F!Yandere OC

Part 3~

Her Info: 🪓

Part 1

<<<Previous Part _ Next Part>>>

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: M! Reader, Reader has a penis, Reader referred to as he/him, psychological horror/trauma, reader is on meds for night terrors, blood, reader forced to cross dress, bdsm(leash and collar) monster plants, asphyxiation, public sex (in a separate room basically) oral on M!, not too much smut in this part.not proofread.

Anything in Red reader isn’t aware of

You’re running away from something, you don’t see what, but you hear it.

Something deep and resonating, as if it’s call is from deep underwater, your head rings from the sound.

The air is filled with so much rust, misty red clouds surround you.

You haven’t been paying attention to where you were running, through darkness around trees and over jagged rocks. Until your legs sink into sludge and you can run no longer. You hurt your muscles and keep pulling but nothing is freeing.

You try desperately to get out, finally glancing around you see vines and without thinking twice, you grab one.

It wraps up around your arm, and shoots around your throat, and pulls you out of the tar. The thick, -almost- liquid clings to your lower body, it feels disgusting.

you’re shallowly gasping, and reaching up to pry the thing off of your neck, but it’s holding fast. It feels like your throat is caving in!

Your lungs are about to collapse, no air is coming into you.

Your actual eyes fly open, and you’re still gasping.

You grasp at the things around your neck and feel the padlock first. It’s still there.

It was a night terror, but you woke up with this collar still around your throat, and the room smells like blood again!!

“Lucy?” She isn’t next to you.

You don’t remember falling asleep, or even what happened after you had sex.

She doesn’t seem to be around. Thankfully you remember your tethered, you get up and pick up the one leg of your bed to get your leash off of it before trying to dash and ending up choking yourself.

You go to the bathroom to look at yourself, you’re naked, and there are bruises you aren’t sure if you remember getting, your neck looks positively purple under the black collar. Your eyes widen as you try to pull the leather away from your skin enough to look under but you can only get maybe half of your index finger between it and you. It doesn’t help that your throat is sore on top of it.

You go get dressed and detach the leash part of the collar. The ornate padlock keeps you from removing the actual collar, you wonder if you could pick the lock…

Today’s another college day, so you’ll at least get Lucy to hopefully take this thing off.

You put on a hoodie and try to keep it hidden underneath. It’s kinda cute on you… No, don’t try an acclimate! This is weird!

You’re a little bit more mad than you’d like to admit. You drop your books onto the desk next to Lucy and she jumps.

“Heyyy Lucy, you forgot something at my place.” You point to your neck discreetly. Although thankfully nobody seems to care.

“…”

She’s staring into your eyes but it doesn’t look like she’s actually seeing you. Her usually pinkish skin is impossibly pale today… Something in your skin crawls and you sit hastily.

“Y-Y/N… Are you mad at me?” Her eyes seem so dark, and wanting, like an endless abyss trying desperately to swallow you up. You swallow away your previous feelings, probably for the best. Maybe she looked at your computer while you were putting the food away and wanted to impress you or something…

“No. I was just a little irritated to still be in this thing.” You tug on the collar with your thumb, and flash her your best smile you can currently muster. “And i didn’t sleep well” When do you ever though?

She instantly flushes, skin becoming pinker and filling with fresh warm blood, Her big eyes fill with so much joy they over flow and spill big glassy tears onto the table.

She puts her head down into her arms and her back shudders in silent sobs.

“L-Lucy!?” You put your arms around her and pull her up from her chair to take her out of class urgently, “C’mon, Luce, let’s just skip today.” It’s a bad idea, but she doesn’t seem right lately.

she almost looks like a completely different person while she smiles, from the expression she wore earlier.

You go to walk home, but she digs in her bag and pulls out her phone.

“I’m calling my chauffeur, I wanted to buy you new clothes remember?”

She lives in a different world. You take public transport and she doesn’t even drive herself.

A pearlescent pale pink Audi A8 pulls up and she walks toward it. Of course her ride would also be pink. The interior is a nice deep red with pale pink faux fur throws and pink heart cushions all over.

She definitely prioritizes comfort, and aesthetics, you give her that.

She even takes off her shoes inside, and crosses her legs on the chair next to you in the back.

Her chauffeur hands her a pink paper box and inside are delicate looking sweets. “Picked these up for you girly!” She says. Her leather gloves make you double take, but you imagine it’s just a professional chauffeur thing, or something. She does look pretty sick(as in cool XD)

Lucy eats just as adorably, thoroughly enjoying every single bite. She sweetly hand feeds you some. By the time you arrive downtown to a nice shopping district you’ve completely forgotten about the collar, and the red flags of yesterday.

“Oh!! Y/N can we stop at one of my favorite stores too!! They have really cute plus sized clothes!!” She stares into your eyes with big puppydog ones of her own her hands interlocked in a pleading kind of way.

“Fuck, sure, we’re already here!” You laugh a little, she’s too cute to turn down.

She puts a black card on the counters of every place you even glance at, getting you anything you might need. Somehow she knows all your socks have holes, your shoes were falling apart, and your pants all have this same stupid little hole in the crotch. You practically have a new wardrobe by the end of it and a second car comes to pick all the stuff up. You give the next girl your apartment key, she says she’ll give it back before you both need to return. Lucy whispers something to her before she departs with a curtsy.

Her employees seem happy, it makes you feel more comfortable with Lucy too, she must be nice even at home.

“Okay Y/N! Close your eyes! I’m gonna blindfold you and pick out something special for you!” You cover your eyes with one hand until you feel a cool velveteen fall around your head.

You feel her lead you with a manicured finger under your collar. The blidfold helps you feel less embarrassed, but you must look like a freak right now! A perverted freak! Your pants tighten at the thought, and make the scene even more indecent. You try and act nonchalant, but you can’t even tell how many people are around, you start to heat up, the anxiety building to a point where you almost take the blindfold off!

“Okay Y/N! I’ll help you get dressed!”

“I still don’t get to see anything?”

“Nope! it’s a surprise!” she giggles.

At least you heard a door close, you must be in a changing room.you reach around blindly for the articles of clothing and… Feel frills, and it bows out, it’s definitely a dress!

“No, wait Lucy! I’m n-not-!”

She kisses you and starts unbuttoning your pants, and removing your hoodie.

She feels you up as she does, and whimpers as she roams your body.

Her hands are hot against your skin.

Your frozen as the dress comes down over your head and lightly covers you.

She ties you in, tightening the waist to your body.

She puts a head band on your head, and unties the blindfold.

You’re in an all black frilly gothic lolita dress… And she put puppy ears on your head.

It’s weird how well the dress complements you, and matches the collar. You look cute— Wait! “Lucy!? I-I can’t! This is… This is too much!” She pulls out another leash, and clips it to you. Something about this is turning you on… You feel ashamed or embarrassed or both!

“I already paid for it! Pleeeeaaseeeeee?” She begs.

You sigh… At least in this bougie ass district you won’t see anyone you know.

“Fine.” You aren’t fully sure why you agree, but she gets on her knees and lifts your skirt, you twitch in your underwear uncomfortably.

“Hold this!” she commands. You do as she said, not sure yet what she’s doing, when she pulls out your cock. “I can’t resist! You’re too cute Y/N!”

You watch her this time as she kisses the tip of your already leaking cock. Your precum giving her pretty lips a sheen like it’s her favorite lip gloss…

She licks it off slowly, with her eyes closed, just like when she’s eating, she savors you just the same.

she licks up your underside eliciting shivers, “I-I love your cock! So much! Y/N! You have the best one!!” She bursts out, while slurping up around your shaft, and sucking on the tip. That makes you so hot… A girl like this? telling you that?

You cum on her face, and she uses her fingers to wipe off and then eat your semen up like it’s those sugary sweets in the car, with just as many “mm!”’s. You watch her with wide eyes as you catch your breath. She didn’t even have to suck you off… You must be more into this than you thought.

When she gets back up she fixes the dress on you and pulls you by the leash out of the room.

Other girls fill the store all dressed like you, in cute frilly dresses, they stare at you and Lucy as you leave. Her chauffeur is waiting for you both by the curb, your happy to get in somewhere more private.

“I’m sleepy, can you please take us home, Molly?” she takes her shoes off again, and gets comfy.

“Sure thing girly!” She speeds off and Lucy curls up with her head in your lap for the ride home.

You pet her hair and swear she’s purring.

You’ve never seen her home… But you imagine it’s—

It’s way bigger than you could’ve expected. She has a stable out front, You see another employee cleaning a Clydesdale in front of, and what looks like an eight car garage… Who needs an entire armada of cars!?

The lawn is entirely made of wildflowers it’s so colorful and mesmerizing in the bright sunshine. There’s bee boxes all around, and birdhouses and all types of feeders. Even some raccoons and possums are hanging out leisurely near a cushioned area filled with fruits and nuts.

Her family must love animals, and nature.

“W-welcome to my home!” She opens her arms in a grand gesture with a deep breath, before she sneezes into her elbow, “Ope! sorry, i’m allergic to pollen, but i love the stuff!!” she giggles.

She pulls you inside and leads you up a grand staircase, your new shoes (she got you some low heels to go with the dress) click against the lacquered lattice parquet flooring.

The hallway slowly gets pinker and pinker as you go on, until eventually you stop in front of a pink door with white angel wings painted on it.

She reaches into her cleavage, you can’t help but stare slack jawed, she then unlocks the door with an iron key, and puts it back.

“Here’s my room!”

You’re eyes scan the room in a fervor, she has a princess bed, the ceiling is painted to look like a cloudy pastel sky, and the room feels so comfortable, filled with faux furs and so many pillows. There’s a room before her bedroom with comfy sofas, an en-suite with a walk in closet that has another whole sofa in it…

“What do your parents do??” You ask.

“P-N-nothing! They do… Nothing. They’re both retired.” She seems to pale at that question that you thought wasn’t that deep.

“Oh, s-sorry! I didn’t know it was a sensitive topic!”

“N-no! that’s not it… Hah! i um…” she clears her throat, “Want some food!?”

You go along with her topic change but stay standing awkwardly, you swish your skirt a little. It does feel pretty cute— No. Stop that!

She picks up a landline (an old school phone) that’s shaped like a pair of angel wings on a pink heart stand. she presses one of the few buttons.

“howdy! what’s on the menu tonight,” She pauses to listen, “Ooooo!!! okay! can you send us up a platter of appetizers?” Another pause. “Yes please! Thank you! Oh!! And lots of drinks!! please and thanks!!!” She hangs up and swings her legs on her bed.

She finds you with her eyes, and pats the bed next to her. “Y/N! What are you doing still standing?” You we’re feeling a little out of place here, “Come get comfy in my lap!” She sits back against the regally canopied bed and starts arranging pillows and blankets into like a nest. You sigh, she’s really truly adorable. You don’t know why you even felt scared nervous.

There’s a familiar metallic tang in the air.

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[arrowsinmyskull]

“what you say is merely copper is my gold.”

— yan oc concept : yan ! soldier x gender-neutral ! commander ! reader —

TW: SUGGESTIVE, EXPLICIT MENTIONS OF STALKING, YANDERE THEMES, which includes: unhealthy devotion, obsession, borderline worship.. implications of shitty writing done late at night because i have nothing else to do on a regular old saturday, lotsa profanity because i literally type like that

a/n: yeah. so i wanted to write a damn near worshipper mf. i sent all these concepts to my homie on discord, n they were like “THIS IS TUMBLR WORTHY” (this was also their favorite out of all the ideas for writing i had so like i hope this is cash money) i dont think i have much other shit to do aside from study psychology or something interesting or whatever but thats bORING i wanna write people gettin on their knees for ya ykwim??? fyi when i say chest it doesn’t always have to mean an afab person’s chest lmao,, just so yall know everybody has a chest mfs whether there are boobs or not. this darling little soldier does not fuckin’ discriminate!!!!!! yippee!!!!

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so like, let’s get this straight: THIS SON OF A BITCH LOVES YOU MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF. they are wholly yours, but you’ll never be theirs in return. ya know why?? bc their stubborn ass thinks they’re lower than you, as you’re their superior.. therefore you should just own them by now <3

when they see you on the battlefield, they’re always so enamored.. as if your beauty distracts them from the fact that this is literally a life-or-death predicament.

nah cause like they always look for opportunities to be with you & to love you because all they wanna do is be a hardworking, obedient lil soldier to you. more specifically, your favorite little soldier.

they always worship you as though you were a deity amongst mortals.

they have a diary completely devoted to you. all they write about is you, your perfection, your beauty, the gorgeous shine in your eyes, from all that is romantic to the most erotic, sinful thoughts that run through their head about you: every curve and lack thereof, how much they crave for you to fuck them like a doll, your subservient doll, until they cry. they want tears to stream down their face so that you could see the sheer amount of love they have for you in those watery, half-lidded eyes. their bawling tells you that they would submit, no matter how much you hurt them. they're in their most vulnerable for you, because they deserve to become your toy.. nothing more. but, as a sinner, they're aware that they'll never get what they want.

obsession.. is an understatement. they're smitten, head-over-heels, down on their knees for you... and one day, one day they'll be on their knees between your pretty, perfect legs.

they watch you day and night, even in your private moments. they want to see you when you’re vulnerable, when they get to witness their god’s breathtaking body, without any garments to obscure your glory.

even when you're all alone, putting in no effort to please anyone, you're so gorgeous. your insecurities just make them love you more. they want to kiss those insecurities away, to tell you that you, the love of their life and their god, will never have any imperfections.

they wish they could be more intimate, even though they’re aware that seeing you during times they shouldn’t is technically meant to be enough.

it’s just.. they don’t just want to witness you. they may love you more than everything, but they still wish to indulge. they’re still greedy. they want to touch you when you are bare, they want to let their hands wander as they worship you face-to-face. they want your lips to touch theirs, once and for all. and they will end up in such a predicament someday.. your loyal servant, sinning right where you can see them. they know they aren’t worthy, but they yearn for you nevertheless.

they don’t just want you. they don’t just crave for every bit of you. they need you, all of you, they need your body & mind, they need your touch, your affection.. everything. they know damn well that they’re below you, as a simple follower, but please.. please just let them enjoy you just this once.. and they’ll do everything you desire. spoil them a little once in a while, won’t you?..

anyways have a scenario of them cuddling with you when war isnt threatening everybody :) enjoy the content because like fluff is important in this world mwah mwah bye

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they nuzzle into your chest, arms wrapped around your waist. the rays of the rising sun dimly gleam through the curtains, and all you two have been doing was cuddle, cuddle, cuddle. but are you complaining? absolutely not! your pretty warrior is so adorable when they cling to you as they let sleepy mutters slip from their lips. words of reverence, obsession, and utter devotion. they can’t help it, don’t you understand? they just love you oh, so much.. and they have to let you know. otherwise, how would you ever believe their loyalty to you?

“you’re so perfect, everything about you, everything’s so.. flawless.. i love you, you.. only you.. i love, love, love you, more than you could ever know.. i.. love.. you..”

they mumble in-between soft kisses as they worship you and your body, which was handcrafted by divine hands. you're so pretty that it's genuinely painful for them.. and they're definitely going to show you that. their shaky hands wander, teardrops falling onto your holy garments and their lowly, sinful flesh.. and when you reciprocate even a mere sliver of the affection that they've given you, they break. their trembling, pathetic body goes limp under your touch, leaning into the love that you blessed them with, even if they're shuddering with watery eyes.

all this ever did was remind them of how incapable they are of living without you.

as soon as your soft hands graze against their hair, they're on the verge of collapsing just from how good you make them feel. your arm on their waist sends them to heaven, your divine abode.. they are definitely willing to die for you right now, as long as you hold them before their heart ceases to beat. hold their hand as you two cuddle, and they're already straight up melting from your godly fingers. oh.. how they wish those very fingers could wander further than their mere hands. how would it feel if your touch was between their legs? how much euphoria would they go through if you held onto their bare thighs, driving them to tears? they need that, they lust after such fantasies more than you could ever know. their thoughts are taunting them as they become tainted with the desires of a sinner.

their gaze.. when they look up at you, there are reminders of their limerence, their infatuation. you're just recalling just how smitten they are, when they stare with a quivering lip and tears threatening to fall. unbeknownst to this darling soldier of yours, they aren't the only ones with unholy thoughts.

you just have to wait until one of you decides to act on it. 'patience is a virtue', you both would like to believe, as you bask in eachother's warmth for the morning.

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im sorry this was short im like having a bad case of writers block or whatevrr u call it..

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[victoriartdrawings]

So here's the promised part 2 of the Zonami fics rec!!

Part 1 can be found here

(i havent got the time to read or do much on this blog and post the rec with all college stuff last week and the beginning of class, sorry !!)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10264637/1/The-Bounty

Already recommended it in the 1st rec (author dreamsinword ) but i still put it again here because i'm in love with her writing, and frankly the experience not only made me smile like in the manga, (Zoro and Nami dynamics, (besides the obvious romantic tones) and the rest of the crew are on point! ) but it nails the characterization of everyone, and with OCs that you feel could belong in Oda's world!!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37865146

(warnings: if ABO genre is not to your liking then dont read this one!)

So i only went through 1 chapter,( it has 11 chapters up) but so far (which is, not very far, but bear with me 😅) it doesnt seem to fall into the cliche of the'strong omega who doesnt like alpha but in the end falls under the alpha's charm anyway because uuh uh, sexy and smells goood!!!!- a trope that i personally hate because of consent issues... (no flames if you love it though 🙃)

it describes the strawhats crew with a dialogue that seems pretty thoughful (of what the scenario want to do and tell us) and not just in a way it only copies the anime (luffy screamed: i'm hungry!! Nami said: Baka!/ Robin was reading in a chair and Franky was building something that i found often in fic). (also i love any Abo writers who dont focus totally on smut, smells, dominance, and physical side of the genre and rather works on the system, the world and how the implications of the second sex impact the psychology and story as a whole! ) that said, the story seems promising!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48206047

@cutieininferno on tumblr!!!!

fic where you feels the very obvious attraction between them (but without the too much cringy emotionally stuff like 'he had nice abs, sexy and she was love with him! so strong!) but it still make room for the plot and you want to know what happens next!! (also bonus point for including the witch nickname in the actual plot, love it!! ) all in all, go read it what can i say more beside im sad there isnt more kudos???!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22678642

Good plot. Nami centric (and her origins), friends - to lovers, i enjoyed that one too!

One shots, short fics

https://www.fanfiction.net/u/776756/Rasetsu

Sweets little drabbles,

angstier than the previous one (and can be read as friendship)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/2430733/1/Because

oh boy this one is a little messy but it hurts in the best way (also mention of implicit sex) love the 'mature' take on them!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6358367/1/Small-Steps

more friendship, and analysis of Nami from Zoro pov

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6375303/1/Moments-Like-These

how to write perfect Zonami in 642 words. No comments.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49450201

ANgst angst angst, implied sex, sort of...friends with benefit, (still happy ending) again, from Zoro pov!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8336653

They made out in the storage room. this is uditory torture for the rest of the crew. I laughed during this one!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8330107

again, a make out, a drunken kiss and a stupid competition. Love it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1128823

Drabbles so sweet i have to brush my teeth.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8336968

One shot abt Zoro first time - do you know how much i like this headcanon???? no? now you know. Virgin Zoro with accidental rizz is awesome!! (Luffy is always this element in the fic who made me crack up!!!)

#zonami #zoro x nami #nami x zoro #zonas #zona #opla #fic rec #one piece #zoroxnami #this is for my discord girlies!!!! #awesome people procuring me a lot of joy!!!!

[atinylittlepain]

Part One | The Hero

gator tillman x f!oc

series masterlist || series playlist

I am the shape you made me. Filth teaches filth. - Anne Carson, An Oresteia

wordcount | 5.2K

content warnings | 18+ this is a work of fiction exploring dark themes related to domestic abuse, corrupt government, physical/religious/psychological trauma, murder, canon-typical violence | dark smut, violent smut, verbal degradation, brief mention of sex work | gator is gross and toxic and what goes on in this fic is a depiction of a toxic, unhealthy dynamic | THESE ARE BAD PEOPLE DOING WRETCHED THINGS

a/n | been having fun working on this one. I can't emphasize enough that this is outside of canon, this is my construction of gator and what I think you'd find in a deeper exploration of him. This is, in part, a work of domestic and psychological horror which will become clearer as the story continues. special thanks to @pr0ximamidnight who is basically the only reason this idea didn't get scrapped.

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Towns like these aren’t hard to come by. Throw a dart in any direction in the midwest and you’ll hit a town like this one. She didn’t bother with the name, something home-baked and wholesome, without a doubt. No, when she was given this assignment, the only name she bothered with was Tillman. 

“So you’re his favorite dancer, huh?” 

“That depends on who’s asking, hon.”

“Someone who can offer you a little more than he can.”

“That’s a tall order, offering me more than he can.”

“Oh yeah? Can I ask how much he’s paying you?” 

“Hmm, lemme paint a picture for you. I’m naked, and Roy Tillman is rubbing bundles of hundreds on my tits. Does that answer your question?”

“You ever wonder where he gets all that money?” 

“So long as he keeps throwing it my way, I don’t really care. I know you’re new in town, sweetie, but a word of advice? It’s best not to question Roy Tillman. Now, do you want a dance? You’re so pretty I might just give you a deal on it.” Cherry red nails flickering like neon gods, but not touching, just grazing the side of her jaw as she tries for a polite curl to her lips when all she’d like to do is scream a few choice curses into the dim, dank smoke of the club. This isn’t the first time she’s been given that advice since she came to Stark County.

“That’s alright, thank you for your time.” The quick recoil of cherry red nails, and her friendly little companion is already flouncing away with a slumped sigh, sequins and skin shimmering beneath the fish-scale flicker of a depressing disco ball. She takes a sharp gulp of her drink, resigning herself to crossing another potential in off her list. 

The problem with men like Roy Tillman is they have a way of rallying a town into troops around them. He brings money, and brawn, and revived religion into the withered veins of a community, and the community in turn suckles on the gleaming mouth of his gun, fed and full and content to allow him to do whatever he wants. And so he does. And so someone like her has to come in and put a stop to it, though that is particularly difficult when no one seems too concerned with letting their bloated king continue his salacious sate. 

“Hi, ladies, you got some for me tonight, huh?” And for every king there is, of course, a prince. A painfully, stupid, inept and inane prince, drunk on power that isn’t even his, and probably will never be his. As far as she knows, Gator Tillman is something of a dress-up doll for his father to move and manipulate around the county, about as harmless as a fly without wings, fondling that gun he keeps in his thigh holster like a second dick and working a fine cloud of smoke around his head wherever he goes, something juvenile about that bright green vape of his. Prince, court jester, whatever way you slice it, the only attention she has paid to him since she got to town has been without a choice when he blusters into a place, so loud you can’t help but turn head and stare. 

“Hey there, Miss Lanie. Surprised to see a fine woman of the law such as yourself at an establishment like this. You lost?” Gator, she has found, has taken a particular shine to making his personal space her personal space. Ever since that first week she was out here and took a trip out to the Tillman compound, father and son in fine figure on the porch, son tucked into the long shadow of his father, telling her in no uncertain terms that her presence was unwelcomed, unneeded, and Gator had made a point of walking toe to her heel back to her car, ducking his head down to wish her a mighty fine day, ma’am, before she drove off. She thinks that he’s trying to fluster her, make her sway in some meaningful way with his schoolboy teasing. At best, it’s amusing. At worst, it’s another something, somebody, getting in her way. 

“I could say the same to you, deputy Tillman. And you know that’s not my name now, be a little smarter than that, else I might get bored.” He has the common sense to blow that sickly sweet vape cloud out of the side of his mouth where he has sidled up next to her at the bar, his face cast in mottled shadows from the thick throb of lights in the club, grin turned red. 

“Mel, that’s what your partner calls you, isn’t it? I’d say we’re on a first name basis by now. Or would you prefer agent Harris? Dad says the only fitting title for a woman is missus, but I have to say, I think I’m a little more open-minded about such things.” At the very least, a laugh over the rim of her glass, concealed by another bitter sip because she knows a boy like Gator collects his wins where he can, and isn’t soon to let go of them. 

“Uh-huh, how progressive of you.” It would be about now in this familiar routine that she would usually leave, an elbow placed pointedly in some soft part of him as she breezed by. She finds people like Gator to not even be worth repugnant, let alone evil. People like Gator are small, used air, sound and motion somewhere in the periphery of what really matters. But tonight, she’s tired, and frankly, she’s failing, and he’s a harmless pantomime of a tyrant. So she lets him play his part, head propped in hand propped on elbow propped on bar. 

“You have a man back in DC, huh? I bet he’s wondering where you’ve been for so long.” Blink, blink, she gives him no answer, just squints a little and keeps her lips pressed in a thin line, waiting to see how else he can flail when given the chance. And he doesn’t disappoint, a little bit of frenetic flair to it, takes another drag on his vape and turns cheek over his shoulder, bolstering morale with a glance at his pack who have all set their sights on the present display of skin and sequins on stage. When he faces her again, she thinks he might try to reach for her, something grasping in his face the dip and bob of his throat. But he knows better. He had put a hand on her back one day at the station, hadn’t even gotten out a Miss Lainie before she was turning heel and jamming her forearm into his windpipe. Yes, he knows better than to touch, but he does lean in, trying for meanness that just makes him look younger with the way it rounds his eyes. 

���Tell me this then, where is your partner? Been a while since I’ve seen him sticking his nose where it don’t belong. He didn’t abandon ship, did he?” Still fresh, still sore, he wins that one, and she knows that he knows he wins because she can’t hide her grimace at the mention of her partner. Well, the mention of the man who was her partner. The man who was called back to DC last week, a sure sign that the powers that be are coming to the end of their rope with this project. They had been out here, grasping at scraps of a paper trail going nowhere, trying to pin down the ghost of the ghost of Roy Tillman for two months, and nothing. She wouldn’t be surprised if she gets a phone call next week calling her back, tail between her legs and an I told you so waiting for her on her desk. 

She offers him no response, taking a deeper drink from her glass so she can have an excuse to pinch her face bitter. He laughs, clicks his tongue, a slick strand of hair bobbing loose with the shake of his head. 

“Well, that’s just not right, leaving you out here all by yourself. Some folks would take advantage of that, you know.”

“Hmm, and here I am wondering where all that midwestern nice everyone talks about is. I guess the time’s are changing.” She makes her grin match his, all fang, all sharps and brights. And she’s had enough, a headache starting to creep in around the edges and make everything a little fuzzy. The cool reality that she will most likely leave this place as she found it, with a man playing God, and the people letting him. She presses a palm into Gator’s  chest, enough of a shove to make him stumble a bit as she gets up from her stool, a clipped command to get away, don’t you have tits to look at? But he still follows her out through the sparse crowd and into the quick snap of cold air that fall in North Dakota seems made up of. Soon, snow, but for now, everything dying and freezing up in anticipation. 

She makes it to her car without paying much mind to his hemming and hawing, though he catches her door before she can close it. For a brief moment, she considers how hard she’d have to slam it to snap his dip-stained fingers clean off. 

“Now, Miss Lainey, just wait a minute. Sadly, I’m not just looking to flirt, I’ve been sent with some business to discuss with you.” The prince sent by the king, glowing and boldening under his father’s trust, she can see the little puff of pride in the way he wedges himself between her car door and where she’s sitting in the driver’s seat, taking up all the space, all the air, that pungent sweet sting of whatever vape flavor he’s sucking on this evening. He plays it up, enjoys that little smack of false power, close-lipped grin and leaning down with his forearm resting on the hood of her car. She remains still, unblinking, unphased, looking up at an overgrown boy. 

“You see, me and mine haven’t been too pleased with how you’ve been bothering folks around here. Asking all kinds of questions and such. It ain’t very polite, and we don’t care much for, uh, not politeness.” Curling her lips back into a snarl of a smile, tilt of her head, she settles the sole of her shoe on top of the toe of his boot, small warning, small something that makes him swallow thick when she presses down a little. 

“You and yours?” Little more pressure, little pinch, the muscle in her leg tensing and tightening with the force of it.

“That’s right.” Wavering prince, weakening prince, a little whimpering prince and she swears she can feel his toes squirming beneath the ball of her foot, pressing down hard now. What she’d like to do is change the angle so the thin point of her heel is what’s digging in sharp. But this will have to do, her smile spreading to show the whites of her teeth.

“Oh honey, the last time I checked, they weren’t yours at all. You were theirs.” She digs down a little more, small twist of the ball of her foot to get that grimace, that grunt of pain she was hoping for. In the cool wash of neon from the bar, his face has gone blotchy, burning up to the mottling tips of his ears. Not difficult now, he’s already stumbling back when she lets up the pressure of her foot, a simple point of her finger in the middle of his chest enough to get him out of her orbit. Slam of her car door and roll of her shoulders because, not that she’d admit it, but that felt a little good, little lick of pleasure in causing a bit of childish pain. 

She hates that it startles her, a little jump in her ribcage. But really, she should have expected nothing less from him. A fine streak of spit on her window, darkened and clouded by dip and punctuated by a slap of his palm on the hood of her car. She catches his grin, distorted by the dribbling splatter, bright white sliver tinged red in neon. A herculean effort, not to run over his foot when she drives away. 

They, the proverbial they, have her set up in a new development of condos twenty minutes away from the heart of Tillman’s domain. It’s white, and square, and sterile, and three stories up. She leans her forehead against the wall of windows and lets it feel like falling while she listens to a voicemail from her boss. Her boss, back in DC, and wondering what the fuck he did sending her out here, no doubt. He tells her as much. Tells her that she has until the end of November to get some real evidence in her hands, or else he’s pulling the plug. That or else looks like going back to DC with her tail between her legs. It looks like a cubicle, looks like clerical work, drowning in the archives until her boss decides that she’s learned her lesson, to keep her mouth shut, and her head down, to not get creative, to not get bold. 

Until the end of November, two weeks to get something, anything, on Roy Tillman, or else. Or else looks like a man playing god, being allowed to continue his game, allowed to keep a whole town on its knees. And his son, his ridiculous, willful, repugnant dog of a son settled at his father’s feet, fed scraps of power and happy for it. 

Bad people, turned sideways people. She knows what they are. And her badge and her gun and even her cubicle back in DC make her good, one of the good ones, the ones that are supposed to get the bad people, turned sideways people. And she intends to. She needs to, really. Needs something she can hang onto like a trophy. Young blood, fresh in the department, fresh out of school, and trying to make something for herself, something she can point to when the rest of the suits raise their brows at her presence. She needs a win, and she’s going to get it, and it’s going to be Roy Tillman’s head framed in a mugshot. 

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“Are these the records from 2019?”

“That should be all of them, yes ma’am.” Desperate times and all, she’s resorted to drastic measures, nodding a thank you to the officer who dredged up these boxes of arrest records for her. Roy has been known to arrest his own to teach them lessons when they’re starting to shake ranks, and she’s hoping to find old wounds, potential traitors turned informants. 

She hasn’t slept much in the last week. A week since her boss gave her that ultimatum. A week of scrambling for whatever loose ends she could find, threads fraying to film wherever she turned. She hasn’t found a thing. No trail to follow, no willing witness to speak, no evidence of anything. And the most frustrating part of all, the need for evidence seems foolish given how obvious it is. It is campaign season, after all, and Roy Tillman has been out with his crew in fine flare lately. 

Here is what makes up a king and his kingdom. In the past week, five bodies found between here and Fargo. Accidents, they ruled them. So many accidents making up a king and his kingdom. In the past week, six traffic jams caused by Tillman and his thronging brigade of DIY armored cars, the mouths of guns winking out of the windows, American flag bleeding blue and red in a blaze behind them. So much artifice, so much brute force making up a king and his kingdom. One wife, Roy’s wife, sent to the hospital with a popped eye socket. She had tried to go speak to her, and his wife, gruesome blue and black sneer, had kept her busted lips pressed in a thin line. So much brute force indeed. A king and his kingdom. And she is scrambling to find any crack, any slippage to stick her fingers into and make bleed. And now, she only has two weeks left.

The local station hasn’t exactly been welcoming to her, most of the officers knit tight and quiet in Tillman’s ranks, weary glances and outright snarls when she first came in. Most have become tiredly used to her presence in that empty office space, broom closet more like it. Only a few, however, have been cooperative, let alone friendly. Officer Peters happens to be one of those few. 

“You really don’t have to help, you know. I’m probably going to be here all day looking through these.” He hikes the two boxes of records he’s hefting up a little higher in his arms, shrug and smile, and it’s a relief everytime he does that for her. 

“No, no, I’m happy to help. Not much to do around here with, well, you know.” Well, you know. The police in Stark county are something of an empty promise. All the power lies with Roy’s quasi-militia anyways. 

“Well thank you, Dave, I appreciate it, really.” A little bit of kindness, of decency, she is finding, goes a long way for her in a town where she is clearly not welcomed, though that feeling is short-lived, their progress toward that office space halted when another set of hands grab a hold of the box of records she’s carrying.

“Where you going with all this, Miss Lainey? A lady like yourself shouldn't be doing such heavy lifting. Pussy Peters, you really couldn’t manage hauling one more box there? C’mon now.” She smells him before she gets a good look at him, synthetic strawberry haze that churns her stomach. 

On a good day, she would shove the box forward hard enough to make him stumble out of her way, not sparing him another look. This is not a good day. This is a tired day, a failing day, an at the end of a frayed rope day. She stops long enough for him to take it as an invitation to continue running his mouth, all garish grins as his eyes shift between her and Officer Peters, still holding onto the box of records, enough for it to be a tug on her own arms.

“Say, Dave, saw your wife at church last Sunday. She sure looks pretty on her knees. Oh wait, that was after church.” It’s plainly embarrassing for everyone, an awful, stupid and shameless thing to say. Dave scoffs, a quiet alright, Gator before he shoulders past them while at the same time, something is beginning to snap inside of her, a silent snarl. Gator’s smile falters when all she does is stare at him, lips pressed in a thin line. Tough boy turned a fool under her gaze, he shrinks and smalls, clearing his throat and loosening his grip on the box of records enough that she can wrench them away from him. The only sound is the hard click of her heels as she shoulders past him to join Officer Peters in their makeshift office. 

That something snapped starts to shimmer into anger. Sick with it, with all of it. With this town, and these people that speak like this, act like this, carry on like this. As if watching herself from over her shoulder, she’s excusing herself from the office just as soon as she sets the box down, a strange look on Dave’s face, though she’s already turned heel and made her way out into the hall. 

He’s leaning up against the wall, smoking that vile thing, and he shouldn’t be, and it just makes her angrier, shoulders squared as she comes to stand in front of him. Silent for a moment, a puzzled pull to his brows, the quick dip and rise of his eyes, and though he opens his mouth to speak, the only sound that comes out is a high-pitched yelp when she uses the sharp point of her heel this time to drive her foot down over his until she hears something crunch, a little dig back and forth and it makes him keen.

Perfect posture of pain, he keels over with a groan, easy enough to grab him by the nape of his neck and haul him in his hunch down the hallway to the office. Dave looks up, stricken and shocked from where he had already started to sort through the records and she brings Gator right to his feet. She gets a better grip in the back of Gators’ slicked hair to pull him upright. His eyes are scrunched shut, still grimacing in the shock of pain, little whimpers puffing out on each of his exhales. And she likes it, feels good about it. The first thing she’s felt good about in a while, if she’s being honest, a smile threatening as she leans in to speak into his ear. 

“You’re going to apologize to Officer Peters, do you understand?” Little tug, little sharp pull of his neck when he doesn’t answer, and then Gator’s breathing out a yes, yes, ma’am and she likes that too, drinks that down and lets it simmer somewhere sickening inside her.

“Now.”

“I’m sorry.” Not good enough, said with a whine. She tugs a little harder at his hair, pulling his spine into a strung, snapping line while he winces.

“Mean it.”

“Fucking– I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please!” She likes please, didn’t even know she was looking for please, but it almost feels better than the apology she was originally looking for. She would like more please from him. But for now it’s catch and release, he’s limping out of the office the instant she lets go of his hair, and she’s left simpering under Dave’s bewildered stare, fear of god widened eyes and jaw dropped in wonder, or horror, or both. 

Quick shake of her shoulders, shaking something sick and simmering out, and quick heat between her palms with a clap, away from whatever that was and back into these interminable boxes of records. Ready to get to work? Yes. Yes.

By the time they’re finished it’s already mottling blue outside and her eyes are starting to blur and sting. Nothing, no one that hadn’t turned up dead in the last two years, at least. Stiff joints that stay curled into themselves, she hobbles with Dave down into the basement to put the boxes back, blinking hard in the fluorescent light. Not a clue where to go or what to do next and she’s too tired to care much about it, thanking Dave and shrugging into her coat and pressing her fingers into her eyes to rub out the blur before she steps out into the fading light. 

“Hey.”

“No.”

“Hey.”

“No. Go home, Gator. Get some new marching orders from daddy, why don’t you?” She’s satisfied to see that he’s still limping a little, though that squelches and squirms into frustration when he continues to limp toward her. It’s a little slapdash routine she has no interest in being a part of, she opens her car door an inch only for him to slap his palm against it to slam it shut again, back and forth once, twice, three times before she starts to really consider pulling her gun on him, settling instead for another planned assault on his foot. Maybe she’ll break something this time, if she’s lucky. But before she can make contact he’s jerking back, palms up in a shrinking surrender. 

“You’re not gonna find anything, you know, not in there. He keeps things clean.” It’s perhaps the most earnest she’s ever seen him, words said quick on a single exhale like he’s getting away with something by saying them. It makes her pause, makes something slacken, watching the nervous pinch between his brows deepen.

“Uh-huh, and you’re telling me this why exactly?” Whatever that was, it’s already gone, he’s already settling back into the muzzle  his father stitched for him, shift of his eyes and shrug, working his jaw like he has to chew on his words. 

“Just trying to save you some time, Miss Lainey. Not as pretty when you’re tired.” That slick grin, slimed grin of his, and something is pulling sharp and snarling inside her again, a quick flood of anger that she tries to tamp down with a thin smile of her own. He’s not worth all the paperwork it would cause. 

“Right, you have a good night, Gator.” 

“Now just wait a minute–” And that simmering thing, snarling thing, finally bursts. Two months of shoveling through cow shit and coming up with nothing. Two months of people like this, men like this, who won’t even look her in the eye, who have been waiting for the day she leaves just as soon as she showed up. Some foolish part of her thought she’d arrive and play the hero. She knows better now.

 She’s just tired enough, failing enough, that she lets that anger curdle and break inside her. When he reaches for her car door this time, she doesn’t stop herself from grabbing his wrist, using an unsuspecting amount of strength to twist him around until he’s pressed up against the side of her car and she’s pulling on his arm behind his back enough to make his breath pitch and fail. 

“I’ve had enough of you, and your father, and this fucking town that’s too stupid to see that they’re getting fucked every which way you bastards can think of.” He squirms in her grip and she just bears down more, pressing the line of her body up against the back of his to keep him still, twisting his arm a little further, waiting for the pop and squelch of his loosening shoulder socket should he try anything else. His breath comes out as opaque puffs in the cold air, broken whines, eyes pinched shut from what she can see. And she likes it. This, something she can control, cause and effect, pain made real in her palms. Somewhere in the back of her mind, this is wrong, wretched, but the anger and the sheer force of it feels too good. 

“Do you know what you are, Sheriff Tillman?” A little more pull, a little more pinch, pressing him further up the side of her car and he shakes his head, frantic, no, no, no. Crystalline tears threatening along his dark lashes, shaking loose to smear down his cheeks, pale blue in the oncoming night. 

“You’re a dog. You’re worse than a dog. You’re a dog’s dog. You’re a fucking mutt begging for scraps. You think you’re something, don’t you? A fucking nuisance wherever I go since the day I showed up. You’re nothing, is what you are. Nothing. You’re–” At first, she isn’t sure what he’s doing. Strange enough to give her pause, his hips stuttering and jerking against the car and those broken grunts of pain preening out into something else entirely. And just as suddenly she realizes the terrible reality of what she has done, and what he is now doing, ruinous and wretched and so very wrong. 

Her hands tremble where they slacken, letting go of him and taking a stuttering step away. She feels like she’s going to be sick, like some hot shame is pumping and contracting in her muscles, making her weak and sideways, swaying where she stands. He turns around the instant she lets go, leaning back against her car, a doll slumped, no longer being played with, his eyes wide and shimmering wet, lips parted in a voiceless wonder. 

“Why’d you stop?” His voice pitches and breaks. It’s a boy’s voice, young voice, and it makes her stomach churn awful, acrid. Awful, because he means it, because he wanted that pain, that fear, whatever that was that she just did. She doesn’t say anything because she can’t, because something has turned to ice inside her, numb and unfeeling, barely managing to take a jerked step back when he steps toward her. And the parking lot is empty except for them, and the night has come on like a heavy fog, and the world turns into a blue smear when her heel catches on chipped asphalt and she’s falling, and she’s falling, and there’s stinging grit in her palms and an ache in her body and she’s on the ground looking up into the face of a frightened boy, a fallen, foolish prince, pathetic. 

She lets out a garbled shriek when he reaches for her again, willing muscle and sound into a singular command of don’t, do not that stops him in his tracks, his palms wide and stark white, surrender. Unblinking, she keeps her eyes on him, held frozen in a gaze as she rights herself, a little hunched, a little curled snarl through her body when she stands. 

He looks bewildered, no regret or remorse, just that pall of confusion, of uncertainty. And it clicks for her because of course. Of course, that felt right to him. That pain felt right to him. She knows what he is, what he comes from. She’s seen the ex-wive's files, murals of pain inflicted on their bodies, broken birds in a broken cage. Mercy that they escaped. But the prince was not so lucky. Something maybe even worse for the prince. He likes the cage. So of course, the pain and the words and the tears. He was raised on poison milk. Of course, the pain feels good.

“Go home, Gator.” 

“I–”

“I said go home. I’m done.” For perhaps the first time, he listens to her, shrinks back, face washed in shadows with the tuck of his chin, a boy again. She doesn’t look at him, she can’t. Heat floods behind her eyes, washing everything in a weary haze, streaks of light and dark when she finally drives away. 

The seams hold long enough for her to drive back to her all cold, all white apartment, all sharp and all lines and all sterile, stark. And when she does get home, but not really home, not even house, but when she does, she splits into pieces. She cries, and she shakes, and she curls over herself, head in hands. She is failing. 

Awful, all this filth, this king and his wretched domain, cobbled together with lies and guns and a bible. Built upon broken bodies. And awful, the people like it. Awful, she isn’t the savior. She’s a thorn in the belly of this terrible beast of a town, and nothing more. 

But what is perhaps most awful is that for a moment, for a breath, in that parking lot with that foolish, flimsy prince, she was a part of it too. She liked it too. Filth, too.

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Outlier

vyn x fem!oc | tears of themis ff. (psychology major!lead) ✦ (5/~) [series fic] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: hurt/comfort, smut cw: nsfw minors dni, p0rn w/ plot, first time, kissing, drunk/intoxicated, angst to soft comfort *cue ugly sobbing*, oral (female receiving), teasing, fingering, overstimulation, dom/sub; top/bottom dynamic, dirty talking (kinda silly tho), kinky; hair pulling/slapping, dumbification, multiple orgasms, passionate af; dammit vyn, rough sex, unprotected sex, aftercare, FLUFF ! ! ! D; + supposedly this is a 'x reader' fic but got too heavy eventually, I apologize truly ;; word count: 4.8k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part x

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Vyn carries her back into the hotel room. The tension was as heavy as the wooden door shutting close behind them.

She had her face red, tears leaking due to the hotness she was feeling. It managed to be cooled off a bit by the white soft sheets of the hotel bed. Yule reeks of alcohol, much reddened by embarrassment. Never in her life had she got this drunk.

Though she’s  a bit  tipsy– a little more than calculated– as good as she is at math, her attempts once again misfired; miscalculated.

Yule goes on what we may call  pouncing  at him once they get into their room, getting hold of him being clingy as she is, opposite to the restrained Yule that feels allergic to even leaving a touch on his finger. 

Of course, Vyn respects her by remaining at arm's length by holding her shoulders to balance her weight. Even if it was intentional or if she wanted to get intimate with him, he digressed. She's drunk, that's of the utmost importance to keep in mind.

The tiredness seeping into them really weighed them like the feeling you have after a party. And here lies the unresolved tension within the hotel room.

She feels her head-turning, much like a black hole sucking in every fiber of her system.

"Fuck, never doing this again." It's more on a declaration although more assured of never getting wasted up to this point. At most, she wouldn't want to be near anything alcoholic for a long long while. "I'm so sorry, Vyn." 

"You keep apologizing…" His voice is soft, indistinguishable for Yule especially with his utmost concern seeing her like this.

She has her arm atop her forehead but it's anything but helpful as it's still heavy as fuck. Compared to the weight Vyn has on her chest as she has him close, he's really the type of person with the body temp to be on the colder side. 

The cold silence between them pales in comparison to the actuality of their heated thoughts.

"It's not just… me being… so drunk." Yule felt her hot desire to quench her thirst. Her throat felt so desert dry. "I'm…"

Yule rethinks every decision she made, even the very reason why she even pursued Vyn in the first place. She's too much of a burden to be with the likes of him. She's a wreck.

Vyn felt the heaviness of her core with her deep sigh, and the tinge of regret in the quiver of her gaze, which honestly, pulled a heartstring at the moment she looked at him with such pity in her eyes.

How unfortunate of you to be with me.

"Why does it look like you're going to push me away anytime soon?" Vyn states,  but aren’t they already here? Is there even a chance to walk away now? 

Vyn further inspects her blank stares of hesitance. There's a heaviness at the pit of his stomach.

But I also don’t want to leave her alone.

"Am I not doing it already?" She says in a monotone. The grip of her hands by his arm says otherwise as if begging for her dear life to not let go.

Honesty does spill more through actions…

Vyn chortles at that, nodding slightly and looking away. He just lets her hold on to his hand despite the denial she’s been putting up all this time. The man doesn’t let her fully lie down though.

“Okay, you'll be pushing me away then… At least when I let go, sober up first so it wouldn’t hurt as much in the morning, hmmm?” Vyn supports the back of her head, lifting her body so she can sit right up.

She’s just quiet, praying that he still firmly believes this painted demeanor of her drunken state is certainly caused by the alcohol.  Yeah, it's definitely still the alcohol.

Though, her impetus for her blushing is for a different reason.

Yule felt everything moving slower around them. Listening to his words, more dragged her mesmerized, taken by the flow of the softness of his low voice. It is amplified within the closed space they’re encapsulated in.

Yule is unconsciously driven to his lead, listening to what he’s telling her to do.

"Drink water, it is to lessen the headache upcoming." His intent as he takes hold of her carefully, shows his real desire through his movements.

Absent-mindedly, she blurts out her question as she keeps following her eyes at him.

“Why do you like me?”

Vyn can't answer properly, she's a plethora of admirable things, but despite that, his interest and feelings towards her are abstract; unexplainable by concrete words alone… 

"You're fascinating… as a person, you're many things if I can put it into words." He didn't let the dryness of the pre-consumed alcohol hold back his thoughts. "I’m still going along with it, Yule and I’d be willing to restate it once again you’ve sobered up." 

His voice is soft, full of assurance, yet even at this moment, she remains blinded and deafened by her insecurities. She quickly vents her rebuttal, as if putting up a concrete wall between them.

“I’m horrible and too much, I'm always overwhelming to be around, and just…  too much . Would you stay despite all that?” She's shaking, vulnerable as her tone shows how she’s all over the place.

I'm anything but that—  she felt hostile towards what she heard. He knows she needs to be calmed down.

“Yule, what are you saying?  Hmmm?”  He attempts to touch her cheek, but Vyn gets cut off by the swift hand warding him off.

"Earlier, I…" The conclusion in her tone came forth along her tears, it burned his cheeks seeing her like this. In her mind, it hurt her how earlier it came off as a rejection, with Vyn avoiding any means of contact with her. “I actually thought you don’t want to continue…  this … as I thought you don’t want me…” 

Yule is gesturing to her and him; them.

Vyn holds back his hand that's supposed to reach out to her. “I was only hesitant to do it with you as you’re intoxicated, in thoughts of taking advantage of you. I held back… I didn't mean to have ill intention towards my restraint, dear.”

He thoroughly explains to her, but she remains quiet as her current belief is swiftly toppled over his rationale. She lowers her head, unable to contrast any argument back.

“Of course, I want to be with you, Yule. I’m still here, am I not? I won't go anywhere…” Especially when she's like this, she can't be left alone. He's talking some sense and logic in her as she starts clinging tightly to his polo shirt. It is getting more and more tear-stained, but it also pools warmth in both their chests.

This hug is proof that he still likes her despite everything.

-

Vyn helps her sober up and calm down, having a crying fit also made Yule feel guilty as she may put him through all this crap.

She apologizes again as they always seem to end up in mishaps.

"I'd be willing to work through it with you, but of course, I'm also human. I only have to do much and of course, I also have my limits and shortcomings." Vyn acknowledges her worries. She knows full well how hard relationships can be.   They're willing. 

And she's difficult to handle, she’s well aware that she has inadequacies. But she does like him, like a whole lot. And she wants to actively work on herself and work through this relationship with him.

She feels sorry for being so closed off.

But he feels an ache in him, he’s also not being fully honest with himself. And not being open with her with his own baggage as well.

"I want to make up with you as soon as possible." Yule starts, getting back to his effort by closing off a different type of distance between them. She leaves a few centimeters gap, letting their breaths linger close. "Will it be fine this way?"

Finally closing the gap, they also didn't leave any space between their fingers as they gripped into both their holds. 

It felt electric to the lips, Yule's eyes had to quiver at the sensation. Vyn pulls away for a moment, moving by her forehead. Vyn starts chaste by her eyes, kissing her tears away as she’s growing emotional again. They kissed again as it felt eons that they hadn’t touched, till they got lost in calculation.

She grabs hold of his collar for support, letting go again for a moment of breath.

Every touch of the man was unfaltering as he planted more touches into her skin. Vyn reaches out for her face to meet their lips for the fifth? Seventh?— Yule already lost count at this point, but her greed is only starting to grow.

A confession slipped off her lips, both looking more obviously swollen already.

"I was really anticipating this, and I've been thinking of when would be the next time we'll actually do   it  ." The pressed syllable on the end implied as clear as daylight to the man. 

His look reciprocated how it didn't leave his mind as well, though it appeared teasing.

"What a naughty girl you are."

"I very am much so…" Yule giggles, but it's anything but bashful. "How can I not be when I have such a handsome man alone in a hotel room? Better yet make use of the opportunity."

Her forwardness really pushed Vyn to the edge, just in time as he's got his gauge of patience filled, it’s growing dire.

"Let's use and make haste for the night." He chuckles, placing a kiss on her warm cheek. Fervently placing a moist kiss by her collarbone the next. "Very soon," he appealed as he lowered the straps of her dress further down. 

As turbulent and quick-paced the past weeks with her had been, he was hooked  badly . Down bad as he’s inexplicably attracted to her aura.

He’s intrigued at the very next pages they would go through. Like reading a book, the uncanniness of how he would spread her open now are like pages cascading down to his expected outcome. 

Although, the onset of the scenarios up to this point of deep entrancement, it is full of unpredictability. It is also as abundant as the card pool probability. It draws him more to his curiosity. Turns out the next outcome just led Vyn into pulling their fates closer and closer to each other.

Yule’s gaze is fully engaged on his pretty, veiny fingers by his silk necktie, straight down her line of sight on the way his hand removes it. Some part of her aches for it to remain tied around his neck, alas, she could only grab hold of him with her own weakening hands. His golden eyes were sharp and entrancing at his sultry movements, anticipation pooled all over her system.

She gradually became enervated as Vyn kissed her by the ear, breathing down her neck the next. He starts seductively licking her bare shoulder, she shudders at his voice. “I’m going to make you   not   forget about me after tonight, m’lady.”

 "Ahh-hmmm…   I’m afraid that’s an impossible task with you, love.   "  Yule didn’t have a chance to catch her breath as she was cut short, Vyn was quick to grab hold of her chest with his free hand. While the other pulls down her dress to let her breasts free, she sucks in a breath the same way as the man sucks at her erect nipples. 

They got sensitive to the cold however their bodies are anything but frigid. Vyn strips off her clothes, one by one meeting the carpeted floor.

“Ahhh… that’s so good, please.   Ah-  ” Yule mewls, restraining herself from grabbing hold of his scalp. Their senses are also heightened, due to having to just recover from alcohol earlier. But she's more attentive now as she is enticed by his mellow motions. Vyn didn’t leave any room for disappointment as he attended to both breasts, leaving no gaps for Yule in her moans of pleasure.

It left her core pooled in anticipation all the more as she waited for this for who knows how long. Her impatience is growing more explicit with her ardent whimpers. “Vyn,   fuck–   you’re making this harder for me,   I want you.” 

“Patience, my dear. Good things take their sweet time…” Vyn divulged, pausing to even tease a painfully slow lick by both her nipples, then by the bare skin of her breasts. He gives it a suck as he uses the other hand to twist and hover over her erect knobs. He keeps his golden eyes direct with hers this whole time. “And I want to pleasure you to my utmost care, pleasured to the edge… sloppily wet and ready… before the most anticipated segment.”

“Vyn… how cruel. This hurts more…” Yule gulps a breath, moaning as he now touches the very much heated, moist core in between her legs. Every touch of his felt mouth-watering, as if his presence was a bell ringing, alarming her salivary glands. She knows Vyn means well to treat her right, but  goddamn  she didn’t expect this to feel more of a torture to crave for his dick.

“It’s… Vilhelm. Call me Vilhelm." He paused, feeling Yule tense up as he pulled away momentarily. "It ought to be rude not to address your lover properly, hmmm?”

“Is that why you chose Vyn to be short?” She can’t pinpoint where she got turned on, is it the sudden admission of his name, indicating his intimacy or him indicating that they’re true lovers.

He nods as if a weight got off him with those syllables, they ought to venture more about that later to be sat down. But first things first.

She feels him loosen up as they take the next steps. She takes this as a sign to also loosen the wrapped belt around his waist.

Yule also removes his polo shirt to not be the only one exposed to the other.

She almost gasps at the scene seeing his toned chest, but his eyes are more stripped naked in his state, vulnerable with his glassy eyes staring back at her.

“I want to make you feel good too.”

Yule pulls him close, wrapping her hands around his neck to place kisses by his cheeks, a lingering peck to the ear, up the forehead, and letting her lips run wild all over his skin. Anywhere that is possible and bare to her sight.

“Later, Yule. You first,” he insists as if heeding him down to lay on her back. 

In his dominant stare, she had no choice but to be vulnerable. She’s now got her legs spread wide open, ready like eagle wings’ to soar– and in this case, to be eaten by him as he takes her up the skies. 

“Does this feel good?” Vyn says in between him licking the exterior of her nerves and then inserting a finger into her wet core. He still wants a clear ‘yes’ despite the restrained mewls she elicits. “No need to hold back, love.”

“Yes,  yes… ah—   ” She’s just keeping control to keep sane from the overstimulation. But he never misses a beat in his rhythm. “   Fuck–   this is making me crazy, ah, ooh… please.” 

Followed again by strings of vowels as he moved more pleasantly crudely with his tongue and fingers. As much as he’s whispering sweet nothings to her, he’s fucking foul with what his mouth and body could do to her.

She bucked her hips, almost curving to the sensation as he also touched the other part of her nether regions. “Wait,   uhhh,   shit, love– what are you doing?”

“Is this not to your taste?” he asks, now just hovering a bit by her butthole. Honestly, she’s taken aback and reinstates her thoughts. “I’m quite indifferent here… uhmmm, I never thought of going there, Vyn.”

“I could take it slow and I’ll go along with the feeling if you’re still alright?” 

She nods, and he maneuvers into it slowly, observing her in her response. It takes her a while to get the feel of it, but it’s getting too much at the same time, She almost yelps as he moves back and forth to a sensitive portion.

She never experienced touching both holes.

Her pleasure and voice is pivoting further out the room, she’s too damn close.

It's far beyond compared to when she masturbates, let alone when she touches herself. She can't believe she'd be feeling this good and tended by a man.

As much as he's enough to give her needs, she’s pushed to the edge of insanity due to the pleasure. But it leaves her more unsatiated and hungry for Vyn.

She felt her throat dry, and her thirst and salivating senses left her exhausted. Yule wants his lips on hers, tongue gauging and fighting with hers. She wants to be nasty with him. But he's too busy swimming into her pool of pleasure, fingers simultaneously macerated already.

Vyn's mouth is moist due to her wetness.

Yet, Yule is left in too much overload with pleasure due to his fingers and tongue on work, She ought to be filled quicker to her limit.

The squelching sounds of his thirst felt scorching in comparison to her hot core, she's bulking her hips at every resistance she's fighting to come over her peak.

“Vilhelm, too much… let me,   please , rest…   hmphh ,   ah-   love.” Yule is too loud at this point, she's glad the walls are thick and private in their own cavern. She caves in feeling something white, awaiting to erupt all over her pit of stomach, down her legs shaking at the sensation. Then another sensation bulldozed into her as Vyn kept going in ramming and twisting curling his finger in her G-spot.

She feels something big coming.

 Is that even possible?!   Even surprised ‘O’ shaped her mouth due to moaning out loud. "Vyn…   hnghhh—   fuck!”

It was too late to let Vyn know as she already climaxed. He lets her senses reverberate in his presence, still letting her ride into her orgasm by lapping his tongue into her whilst pumping his fingers in her.

Yule wasn't able to control herself on how good Vyn was doing. She didn't know she had to  beg  him to stop making her feel so good.

Both of them are left in heaving breaths, although Yule's is more labored compared to his.

“Exhausted already? We're just getting started.” Vyn has a mischievous tone in him, making Yule exert extra energy to roll her eyes at him. This seems a different side of him. She had to smirk. “Sorry, I can’t keep up with you, Doctor.”

The shift in the nickname had him chuckle. “So you’re willing to tend to you then, Miss Saints?”

They had to take a quick laugh at the sudden ‘roleplay’ vibe they accidentally established. 

She spreads her arms for a fleeting hug. “Give me some oxytocin then, Dr. Richter.”

Vyn took this as a chance to hover over her, locking her in between his arms to guide her into another position, His eyes are now filled with more energy, she pales in comparison to her ragged breaths.

She gulps for fear or anticipation, she can’t seem to decide.

Guess she’s putting her hips to work again, her wetness also keeps on flowing at cue. Yule had to blush at her shamelessness.

“Looks like you’re already set, Yule?” Vyn takes a swift swap at her swollen wet core. She shivers and elicits a soft mewl at that.

“Same goes to you, Vilhelm,” she breathes out an amused laugh, pointing to his erect bulge, touching through the fabric. She removes his brief so it’s out of the way.

Vyn lays her back down, and they’re back to their position with him hovering over her, in close proximity. Seeing what was about to unfold soon, she had to gulp.

“W-wait,” Yule blocks her wet core, seeing her suddenly erratic, Vyn holds her hand. 

“Are you scared? We can stop her–”

“I mean  yes , but I don’t want to stop…” Her anxiety shows through her cold sweat, but she breathes out. “I’m just afraid as it’s my first time.”

“I’ll make the best out of your experience, but you can tell me to stop anytime, okay?”

It is valid, and Vyn looks directly at her, full of softness and patience. Yule feels her senses relax again, his body and presence feeling more light and present.

“As scary as it is, this is a risk I’m willing to make. We’re already here, aren’t we?” She doesn’t want to waste anything any further. The same shows how she is at ease with her muscles relaxed.

Vyn nods, placing a quick kiss by the side of her face till he distances himself for a moment. He angles his erection into her, the hotness of his dick was too much just by the surface. The insertion was as impactful as his fixated eyes into hers.

Then the relief as he puts it in is  phenomenal .

“Vyn, please, slowly. But, ahhh… so good already.” She grabs onto his toned arms, he breathes in as he flips his bangs off his face momentarily then smiles over her. “Is this how you imagined it to go?”

“It’s   beyond   what I expected.”

He had to spread a smile on that. “We’re just starting… So let's go over that expectation of yours, alright?”

He starts slow as Yule feels every centimeter of his begins indulging in her. “  Ahhh,   yes, yes. More… please.” 

Vyn easily puts it in but she’s in it for another adjustment, adjusting to his length and width, she’s spread open and vulnerable in many ways.

This is really far different from anything she had experienced in bed, let alone her first time as she’s lacking all possible experience per se.

"Kiss... me, please." moans of plea gush out of her as Vyn leans in to share his warmth and moist lips with hers. It is tender although opposite to the roughness they're about to delve into.

She didn’t even know that she had such erogenous zones that were  that sensitive  by the ear. Yule had to flinch at a mere licking done in her ear, yelping as he bit onto it– she was in it for another overstimulation as he even played with her breasts and nipples. He really keeps himself busy, hands all over her.

She doesn’t want him to pull off.

Vyn maintains the slow and passionate movements, and she could feel every twitch and bulge he does the lovemaking with his hips to his dick in and out of her.

He goes on ahead in holding her by the arms, then shoulders to angle her better. 

“Is this better?” He pounds into her a bit rougher than usual, and she had to bulk her hips at that.

“Rougher, i-is that fine?” 

To be honest, she wanted to be manhandled, but Vyn had something else in mind on their first ever night together.

“I’ll try…” Vyn listens, his lips and touch still full of passion with every kiss.

She doesn’t comprehend how in the world he keeps it gentle yet vehement. Even as he pulls by her arms to ram into her, pounding her further into reverie.

It pushes her more into pleasure as they switch into another position, her down on all fours, all for him to adore. And it gave him more chance to hold both her arms as he pummeled more into her.

To add a cherry on top for her pleasure, she requests him to pull her hair. The sudden demand had him raise a brow, more on in astonishment. “You seem to like that?”

“Very…”

“You’re very kinky, love.” 

“Yes, sorry…”

“I like you in every way, don’t apologize for that,” Vyn assures her, patting her head gently and then shifting to pull her hair by the scalp a bit roughly. Yule felt her walls wrap around his dick tighter at that. It tightens again at every pull of her hair with his manly hands . 

 This is more like it.   Yule had to shamelessly beam at the roughness, in contrast to the roughness, she feels loved at his treatment and him asking consent in every action. This remains in her fantasies for too long, but she didn’t expect to like it in actuality. She’s much more pleased with this outcome.

The sudden slap by her ass took her aback as well, but with the burning sensation left in her skin, it felt more pleasant than it hurts. She had to gulp on that as she felt her walls tighten around him.

It seems more obvious as Vyn lets out a low groan as he does it once again. Yule lets out an aroused squeal as she goes on to look at him, lips bitten to show her amusement. "Vil... Vilhelm,  Vilhelm , that's so good,  uhh- I like that. Yeah,  oohh... " she giggled, licking her lips as she was stuck in a daze of bliss. She was growing more amused as she kept calling out his name, moaning as sounds of sex echoed around the room. It's growing more evident how it has an effect on the man as he leans in to pepper her bare skin with kisses, leaving marks of his touches on her skin.

Vyn leans in to kiss the nape of her neck, grunting once again before speaking by her ear.

“You’re not the type to want to call your lover, ‘daddy’, hmmm?” Vyn adds the hair pulling didn’t help as it immediately puts Yule off her mood momentarily.

Yule rebuts, quickly turning her head at him to glare at him. “Hell no, I don’t want to summon Freud out of his grave.”

Vyn laughs at that. “He’s got enough resurrectors already, let’s not add to that.”

He brings back the mood, her getting immersed in the intensity of his stares as he brings her back in lying down. Everything seems perfect and comfortable all through the night as they share both of their warmth. Body to body, but the intimacy in their stares. All through the night, keeping the rhythm interesting from erratic pounding, to consistent slow. Reaching the peak together seems so undemanding with how they go hand and hand and how well-balanced they are to each other. 

So this is what it feels like to be loved? 

To be handled with such care… It feels so good.

Looking at him across the bed, Vyn seems to notice her need for body heat and he’s quick to pull her close. Even with them reaching almost morning love-making, it doesn’t seem bland to go on. 

Though, they had to rest… And what better way to end the night to be able to be intimate with him?

“You’re lucky… This is unpaid, unsolicited therapy you’re getting out of me.” Vyn jokes, Yule had to pinch him by the arm and then muzzle over her chest.

“This leans more on unethical than it is free,   Will…   you know, doing   this   type of thing with a therapist.” The new nickname for him seems a bit odd, but they’ll get used to it. 

Vyn shushes her, jokingly putting a finger on her lips. “No need to go on the explicit details, it is confidential and I assure you it’s all safe with me.”

“Okay, okay, but do expect me to have ‘another therapy’ with you, Will…” She says riding along the joke. The nickname rolls off her tongue more naturally now. Vyn pulls her deeper into the hug.

“You know I can offer another type of therapy.”

 “Hmmm?” 

“Physical therapy,” Vyn responds.

The gap in the silence and stare made them laugh, Yule had to brush her face against him to hide her blush. Her chest felt elated with his presence.

“You humor me,” she says, not able to contain a giggle.

This is far different from how things will go, and Vyn actually shares the same thoughts. Though he's willing to handle this as unexpected things have turned out.

As shitty as the night had been for a few hours, he made it better.  I might as well open up to him soon about my situation and give him a clear picture. He needs to know as well.

He’s the outlier she’s willing to accept, but unexpected things really can bring the biggest change in your life. And he seems to be a good chance for her to turn out for the better.

Looking up at the ceiling, the night isn’t as uneventful as the plain white canvas on the ceiling. Their conversation is animated by their voices as they spend the night away talking.

No longer putting her heart up her sleeve, his golden eyes are as welcoming as he stares at her. She sees a bright future with him as glowing as his eyes can be. Who knew there was a smile as that radiating directed at her?

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Coming Home (m) | PJM | Part two

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Summary: When your best friend, Park Jimin, who you’ve had a crush on since forever, suggests you stay at his house to heal and find yourself again after a series of traumatizing events had haunted you for years, you don’t hesitate to accept. Within those walls, a safe haven is woven, where wounds can heal and memories find release. As he nurtures your shattered spirit, an unexpected intimacy unfurls, leaving the fragile barrier between friendship and deeper emotions in question - can you keep your feelings hidden?

Pairing: Jimin x reader (female, “Y/N”)

Other characters: Yoongi, Hoseok, Seokjin, OC (female, she is the therapist) and another OC (male, he is the perp). Also readers parents and mention of Jimin's.

AUs: Best friends to lovers!au, detective!jimin Genres/themes: thriller/dark, yandere vibes, slice of life, healing after trauma, angst, smut and fluff.

Rating: mature/explicit/R18

Word count: 18,5K

Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸

Warnings: Mention of past abuse and sexual assault (r*pe), attempted sexual assault, trauma, stalking, fighting, trust issues, insecurities, slightly thriller vibes, angst, fluff, explicit smut (multiple scenes), kissing, cuddling, unprotected sex (stay safe - OC’s on the pill), penetrative sex, oral sex (both), masturbation (female), mention of masturbation (male), breast play, blowjob, fingering, slice of lice, healing after trauma (including therapy sessions), guns, BIG feelings, protective Jimin, previous character death (a parent), Jimin being soft and loving, self defense, humor, degrading words (whore and bitch).

Disclaimer about warnings: I know nothing about sexual or physical abuse (I only know psychological because I experienced that, not in a sexual context though). This story is fiction, I do not mean to say that this is how one would go through their emotions or handle this situation. This is a delicate and fragile subject, so proceed with caution. I also know nothing about police work or the work in emergency/hospitals. 

Also, I don’t own BTS or know how they would act in a similar situation. This story is purely fiction, a fragment of my imagination. They just inspire me so much 💜

Cross posted to AO3!

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In the weeks that followed the 'princess' incident, you and Jimin had grown even closer, your friendship strengthening with each passing day. 

The heart-to-heart conversation you had after that fateful day had cleared the air between you, allowing you both to navigate through the awkwardness and vulnerability.

The two of you settled into a comfortable routine. 

While Jimin worked, you continued to explore the vast realm of entertainment on his laptop. You immersed yourself in the mesmerizing world of YouTube, delving into weird videos, heartwarming stories, and everything in between. 

The laptop became your portal to countless adventures, making the days fly by in a blur of laughter and enjoyment.

You found solace in the familiar comfort of TV shows and movies, their captivating narratives providing an escape from the haunting memories that occasionally resurfaced. 

Music became your constant companion, filling the room with melodies that both soothed and uplifted your soul.

But Jimin was more than just a provider of entertainment; he was also your guide to the outside world. 

The first time he took you out, you were a little hesitant, unsure of what to expect after being confined to the safety of his home. But Jimin's reassuring presence and infectious enthusiasm quickly put you at ease.

Watching a movie together in the theater felt like an adventure, as you savored every moment of shared laughter and excitement. 

It was a simple outing, but it held a deeper significance for you, a reminder that life could still be filled with joy and new experiences.

The walk in the park was a breath of fresh air, quite literally. The sun kissed your cheeks, and the gentle breeze whispered soothing melodies in your ears. 

With Jimin by your side, the world felt less daunting, and the shadows of the past seemed to retreat further into the corners of your mind.

With each passing day, you found yourself falling deeper into the warmth of Jimin's friendship. 

The unrequited feelings you had once harbored began to transform into something different, something more profound and meaningful. But you held back, still afraid to jeopardize the beautiful connection you had with him. 

Despite the fear, you couldn't help but wonder if Jimin felt the same way. There were moments, fleeting glances and gentle touches, that seemed to hint at a deeper affection. 

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, your friendship with Jimin continued to flourish. 

You cherished the time spent together, the laughter, the shared moments of vulnerability, and the unspoken understanding that bound you.

The days with Jimin had become a delightful blend of warmth and confusion, with each passing moment blurring the lines between friendship and something more. It felt like a cozy domesticity that tugged at your heartstrings, making you ache with repressed feelings you could no longer ignore. 

Jimin's kind and gentle nature had captured your heart again, and you found yourself falling deeper into your love for him. 

You and Jimin were inseparable now, doing almost everything together. The more time you spent with him, the harder it became to suppress your ever-growing crush. 

You wondered how he could be so wonderfully caring and affectionate, making your heart skip a beat with every sweet gesture. You couldn't help but love him for all that he was.

But as your feelings transitioned from 'like' to 'love,' you found yourself grappling with uncertainty. 

Did he feel the same way? Or were his acts of kindness merely expressions of friendship? 

You desperately sought clues in his actions, hoping for a sign that his feelings went beyond what you saw on the surface.

The small acts of love he showered on you only added to the confusion. 

The way he prepared food for you, touched your cheek with a lingering touch, and embraced you in warm hugs left your heart racing. 

Those moments were tender and intimate, blurring the boundaries between friendship and something deeper. You sometimes caught him lingering, lost in thought, while cooking. The food would burn, a rare sight for the perfectionist that he was. 

It was amusing and endearing, and it made your heart flutter to think that you might be the reason behind his occasional absent-mindedness.

But you were afraid to act on your feelings without clear confirmation from him. The fear of jeopardizing the precious friendship you shared kept you from making the first move. 

You longed for him to express his feelings, to give you a sign that he felt the same way. 

Yet, deep down, you knew that might never happen. 

And so, you found solace in the friendzone, creating odd displays of affection in an attempt to bridge the gap between friendship and romance. 

The nights where he spooned you until you fell asleep, because your anxiety kept you up, left your mind in a whirlwind of emotions. 

With his dick pressed up against your ass, making it entirely difficult to sleep. Yet, you cherished those intimate moments, secretly hoping they held more meaning than mere friendship.

Deciding to take a leap of faith and seek some answers, you grab your phone and shoot a message to Jimin's friend, Hoseok. 

The cheerful and beaming man had shared his number with you a while back, eager to keep in touch and check on your well-being. 

With a mix of excitement and nerves, you compose a convincing message, hoping to meet up with him for coffee.

You [10.07 am]: Hi Hobi! Do you have time to grab a cup of coffee soon? 😀

Hoseok [10.10 am]: Hi Y/N! I have time right now, I’m off shift. We can meet at the coffee place downtown in 10 😉

You [10.12 am]: Great! See you in 10 🙂

Rushing to gather your things, you throw your phone, keys, and a few essentials into your bag. In your haste, you slip into your favorite pair of sneakers and grab your trusty jacket before locking the door behind you. 

Your heart flutters with anticipation as you jog downtown, feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins and your breath quickening.

Arriving at the coffee shop, you peer through the windows to spot Hoseok already seated at a table with two cups of coffee. 

The sight of him brings a mix of comfort and excitement. 

You take a deep breath to steady yourself, your spent legs urging you forward. With each step, you feel a blend of nervousness and eagerness. 

Finally, you push open the door and step inside, feeling the warmth of the coffee shop envelop you. You approach Hoseok's table, trying to suppress the flutter of butterflies in your stomach. He greets you with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling with genuine friendliness. 

As you take a seat across from the off-duty paramedic, you can't help but wonder if he senses the turmoil brewing inside you.

“Thank you for meeting me,” you say, still out of breath, a smile gracing your lips as you wrap your fingers around the warm coffee cup, relishing its comforting heat. 

Taking a sip, you let out a soft sigh of contentment. “Thanks for this,” you add with gratitude.

Hoseok chuckles, mirroring your actions as he sips his own coffee. “You're welcome,” he replies, his voice carrying a friendly warmth.

“What's on your mind?” he goes straight to the point, his curiosity evident in the sparkle of his eyes. You let out a small laugh, feeling a flutter of nervousness about discussing your feelings. Yet, you decide to be honest and straightforward, not beating around the bush.

“I think I have feelings for Jimin,” you state, your voice tinged with insecurity as you glance down at your coffee cup, almost afraid to meet Hoseok's gaze.

His response catches you off guard, as he bursts into genuine laughter, the sound infectious. You look up, dumbfounded, and ask, “How do you know?” genuinely curious about his insight.

“It's easy to put two and two together,” Hoseok explains, his laughter still bubbling beneath his words. He seems thoroughly amused by the revelation.

“Do you think, or do you know?” he inquires, his tone turning serious.

“I know,” you reply with certainty, admitting that you've been harboring these feelings for Jimin for quite some time.

“I’m afraid to say anything to him. I’m not sure he feels the same…” you begin to fidget with your cup, circling it around in your hands.

This only seems to intensify Hoseok's laughter, and he has to hold his stomach, the mirth almost overwhelming him. You cross your arms in displeasure, pouting at his reaction.

“He 100% likes you, Y/N,” Hoseok assures, struggling to compose himself as he tries to convey the sincerity of his statement.

“Nah, you're shitting me” you retort, still not fully believing what you're hearing, crossing your arms tighter almost unconsciously.

Hoseok continues to chuckle, his gaze unwavering as he looks directly at your face. 

“Damn, you must really be blind, girl” he says playfully, amused by your baffled expression.

As Hoseok's words sink in, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions floods your mind. 

Does Jimin really like you? 

You find yourself replaying all the moments you've spent with him, analyzing each affectionate gesture and word. Frustration mixes with hope as you try to make sense of it all, and before you know it, a snort of laughter escapes your lips, surprising even yourself. 

Hoseok joins in, his laughter never having ceased, and you both share a lighthearted moment amidst the weight of your revelation. 

The coffee shop becomes a sanctuary for sharing stories and experiences. 

You find comfort in talking to Hoseok, someone who knows Jimin well, and you discuss your lives and the challenges of your respective careers. The conversation flows effortlessly, and you discover a newfound camaraderie with Hoseok. 

As he shares tales of their paramedic work and the occasional antics at the hospital, you can't help but laugh at some of the more absurd incidents they've encountered.

As the minutes turn into hours, you realize that this impromptu meeting with Hoseok has provided you with much-needed clarity and a sense of reassurance. 

You now feel more confident in confronting your feelings for Jimin, ready to address any uncertainties that may have been holding you back.

As you stroll leisurely back home, you can't help but feel a mischievous grin spread across your lips. 

The knowledge that Jimin may have feelings for you ignites a playful spark within you. You decide to indulge in a little teasing and see how he reacts.

You begin preparing the ingredients for the vegetarian lasagna, humming a cheerful tune to yourself. The thought of Jimin's possible feelings adds an extra spring to your step.

As the lasagna starts to bake in the oven, you decide to set the stage for a playful evening. You change into a cute, slightly flirty outfit that showcases your best features. 

With a knowing smile, you glance at yourself in the mirror, feeling confident and ready for whatever the night may bring.

When Jimin returns home, he's greeted by the inviting scent of Italian food. 

As he approaches, you're busy cleaning up, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness in his presence. The sound of his footsteps grows closer, and before you know it, his arms wrap around you from behind. 

He eyes your outfit, a flowy dress that barely covers your ass and  shows off your cleavage. You were going to be the death of him.

His warm embrace envelops you, and you can't help but lean into his touch, relishing the feeling of his strong arms around you. 

He nuzzles his face against your ear, and you can feel his warm breath tickling your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His familiar vanilla scent mixed with the subtle aroma of coffee fills your senses, making your heart skip a beat.

“It smells good, what are you making?” he murmurs, his voice soft and soothing, like a warm caress to your soul.

You turn around to face him, your heart fluttering in your chest at the sight of his affectionate gaze. “Vegetarian lasagna,” you reply, trying to steady your voice, which feels shaky in his presence.

He smiles, and the look in his eyes intensifies with admiration. 

“You never cease to amaze me,” he says, his voice a gentle whisper that only adds to the intimacy of the moment as his eyes linger a moment too long on your cleavage.

As Jimin diligently cleans the dishes, you find yourself lost in the pleasant afterglow of the dinner, relishing the warmth and comfort of your shared space. The soft sound of running water and clinking dishes forms a soothing background to your thoughts. You can't help but smile to yourself, feeling a newfound sense of closeness with Jimin. 

“Thanks for making dinner,” he says with a grateful smile, reaching over to gently nudge your shoulder.

“Of course” you reply, your heart warming at his appreciation. 

“I actually enjoyed cooking tonight. Maybe I should do it more often?” you add playfully, secretly hoping for more opportunities to share moments like these with him.

Jimin's eyes light up with excitement. “I'd love that” he says sincerely, and you notice the way his gaze lingers on you, as if he can't get enough of simply being in your presence.

As you follow Jimin into the living room, you can't help but admire the way the soft glow of the lamps casts a warm ambiance, creating a cozy atmosphere that feels like home. 

He settles on the couch, patting the empty space beside him, inviting you to join him. You happily oblige, sinking into the comfort of the cushions, feeling a sense of ease wash over you as you snuggle up close to him.

Jimin scrolls through the movie options on his phone, and you can't help but sneak glances at him, admiring the way his eyes crinkle in concentration. It's moments like these that make your heart swell with affection, cherishing every bit of time you get to spend together.

As the movie starts, you both settle into a comfortable silence, the sound of the movie filling the room. Jimin's warmth envelops you, and you find yourself leaning closer to him, feeling his steady heartbeat against your side. 

It's occasions like these when you realize just how much you enjoy his company—how effortlessly you fit together, as if you were made to be side by side.

A yawn escapes Jimin, and you can't help but smile at his adorable drowsiness. 

“Long day?” you ask softly, running your fingers through his hair, thinking he’ll probably fall asleep on the couch again.

“Yeah, but I want to spend time with you even though I’m tired” he replies with a sleepy grin, making your heart flutter.

“I can give you a massage,” you blurt out, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you can second-guess yourself. 

You hope he'll agree, not only to soothe his tired body but also to find a way to be close to him. Jimin's eyes flicker with surprise, and you could have sworn you caught a hint of a blush before it disappeared. 

His reaction makes you internally giddy, but you do your best to keep your composure. 

“You don't have to,” he mumbles, and you can sense his embarrassment. But you shake your head, determined to offer him this small act of care and affection.

“I know it will help you relax. Now give me your feet,” you say, your voice gentle yet firm. You want him to understand that you genuinely want to do this for him.

Jimin's heart races wildly as you take his foot into your hands. 

He can't believe he agreed to this massage, not when he knows how much of a risk it is for his self-control. 

Your touch is gentle yet firm, and he feels a shiver run down his spine as your fingers glide smoothly over his skin.

He watches you closely, trying to gauge your reaction, but you seem focused on your task. As you start rubbing long strides along his foot, Jimin can't help but tense up under your touch.

It feels oddly intimate, and he tries to suppress the gasp that threatens to escape his lips. But when a small moan slips past his defenses, he can't hide the pleasure your massage is giving him. 

He quickly bites down on his bottom lip, trying to muffle any further sounds of delight. 

He doesn't want you to know the effect you're having on him, afraid that it might make things awkward between you.

You continue with the massage, and Jimin's mind races with conflicting emotions. 

On one hand, he wants you to stop because he's not sure he can handle the sensations you're stirring in him. On the other hand, he never wants this moment to end, cherishing the closeness you're sharing.

Jimin's mind races with a mix of pleasure and panic as your hands work their magic on his feet. But as the sensations intensify, he can't help but find his thoughts wandering to a more intimate territory. 

He tries to suppress the images forming in his mind, attempting to think about mundane things, work, and anything else that might distract him from the pleasure he feels. 

But it's no use. 

Your touch is too gentle, too tantalizing, and his body betrays him with a twitch between his legs. 

He bites down on his bottom lip, hoping you won't notice the internal struggle he's facing.

You focus on the task at hand, trying to provide him with some relief and relaxation. 

Jimin, on the other hand, is struggling to keep his composure. 

The pleasurable sensations shooting up his body are too much to handle, and he can't shake the dirty images forming in his mind. 

He knows he shouldn't be thinking about such things, especially not when you're just trying to be a good friend. But your gentle touch and the closeness between you are making it increasingly difficult for him to control his desires.

As you continue to massage Jimin's foot, your attention remains solely focused on providing him comfort and relaxation. 

Your innocent demeanor doesn't give away any hint of the effect your touch is having on him. Jimin's heart races as he watches you, trying desperately to hide his growing desire.

He clears his throat nervously, hoping to distract you from what's happening to him. 

Swiftly, he grabs a throw blanket and a pillow, creating a makeshift barrier to conceal his body's response. 

He drapes the blanket over his stomach and thighs, attempting to hide the evidence of his arousal. The pillow on his lap serves as an extra layer of protection, shielding his growing embarrassment from your view. 

You don't seem to notice his actions, engrossed in your task, still completely oblivious to the effect you're having on him. Jimin can't help but admire your innocence and pure intentions. He knows that you're just being caring and kind, and he doesn't want to ruin the moment by making things awkward.

“Is it good?” you look up at him, smiling like a kid on christmas morning. 

How the fuck don’t you know what you are doing to him? 

He manages to nod his head while he tries to suppress the moans threatening to leave his lips. 

The ten minutes you massage his right foot seem to stretch into eternity and he doesn't know if he should feel relief when you shove the foot away only to grab his left one. 

You give that foot the same attention as the first. 

When you deem it enough, you shove his foot away and give him a pleased smile. 

As you finish massaging his left foot, he feels a mix of relief and disappointment. Relief that the intense sensations have finally come to an end, but disappointment because a part of him secretly wished it would continue. 

He tries to hide his conflicting emotions behind a small smile, unsure if you can see through his facade.

“Thanks for the massage,” he says, trying to sound casual as he readjusts the blanket on his lap. 

“You're really good at it” maybe he can finally excuse himself to the bathroom. But the reprieve he seeks is interrupted when you tell him to turn around and face his back to you. 

He looks at you flabbergasted, while he does his best to hide his shock and embarrassment, “What?”

“I want to massage your back. You have been sitting at your desk a lot today, no? You slouch more than usual” you point towards his shoulders with a loving smile.

He blushes and feels his chest tighten at your thoughtfulness. 

He nods, because you are right; he had spent all day at his desk doing paperwork. 

Getting his back, shoulders and neck massaged would ease up all the knots, so he decides to turn around, almost choking on a groan. 

He feels your hands on his back and wonders if he should take his shirt off. “Keep it on” you say with a light chuckle as you press your fingers softly into his back. He lets out a nervous chortle as you seem to read his mind. 

You grab and press at his back muscles, kneading him like bread. 

It feels so good he has to bite his lip again, to muffle the noises threatening to escape his traitorous mouth. 

When you get to his shoulders, you curl your hands under his shirt to have better access. You feel many knots under his shoulder blades and knead away. Then you place your delicate fingers on his neck and he feels his dick twitch again. 

He is really trying so hard to not get aroused, but you are making it so damn hard for him. A loud moan escapes his lips and he immediately puts his hand up to cover his mouth. 

“Are you okay?” you try to lift yourself from your sitting position behind him to look at his face, but you can’t really see him from this angle. 

He nods frantically, not trusting his mouth to not betray him again. You keep massaging him some more until you feel you have worked out every single knot in his sore muscles. 

“All done,” you say while you make a loud yawn, stretching your hands over your head.

Jimin clears his throat and gives you a light ‘thank you’ while he stands up with his back to you. 

“I just have to use the bathroom. I’ll be back real quick,” he excuses himself and walks away in a hurry. 

He hisses at the sight between his legs when he gets into the bathroom. His erected cock is mocking him, as he was unable to control his desire for you. 

Hopefully, you didn’t notice anything weird. But now he had to take care of his predicament before you thought the time he spent in the bathroom was too long. 

The exhaustion finally catches up with you, and your body surrenders to the overwhelming tiredness. Your eyes flutter closed, and you sink deeper into the soft embrace of the couch. The TV's flickering light becomes a mere blur as sleep starts to claim you.

Jimin emerges from the bathroom with shame filling his body. 

He can’t believe he had to jerk himself off to lewd images of you, to get his dick to calm down.

You would probably be grossed out, if you knew what he had done. 

You are his best friend, what is wrong with him? 

When he reaches the couch he finds you sleeping peacefully letting out small delicate breaths. 

He smiles to himself as the shame from earlier is replaced with yearning and affection. He walks to your sleeping form and reaches down to grab you in his arms, then walks to your bedroom and puts you down, covering you with your duvet and a kiss on your forehead.

As the days turn into months, the bond between you and Jimin only grows stronger, entwining your lives in a beautiful dance of friendship and sexual frustration.

Laughter echoes through the halls of his home, filling the space with joy and warmth.

Yet, beneath the surface, there's an undercurrent of emotions that both of you are afraid to address. The unspoken feelings between you tangle and twist, a delicate web of desire, uncertainty, and affection. 

Jimin yearns to tell you how he feels, but fear of rejection holds him back. And you, in turn, have your own insecurities, unsure if risking your friendship is worth the chance of something more.

But despite the unspoken, the love in the air is palpable. 

Others can see it, feel it in the way you look at each other, in the way you unconsciously gravitate towards one another, and in the warmth that radiates when you share the same space.

As the days stretched into weeks, and months, you found yourself growing more at ease in Jimin's home. 

The initial fear of overstaying your welcome began to dissipate as he made you feel like a cherished guest, not an intrusion. Still, a tiny part of you couldn't shake the thought of getting a place of your own, but the fear of the unknown lingered like a shadow. 

The unsolved mystery of the perpetrator added to your unease. The thought of being alone in a new place made your heart race, and you found solace in the familiarity and safety of Jimin's home. 

He never pressed you to leave, instead offering his reassurance that you were welcome to stay for as long as you needed.

In the dimly lit office of your psychologist, Chin-Sun, you take a deep breath, your hands slightly trembling in your lap. 

The soft hum of the air conditioning seems to echo your nervousness, but you're determined to open up about something that has been weighing heavily on your heart - Jimin.

Chin-Sun sits across from you, her warm gaze encouraging you to speak your mind. The past few months had been a journey of self-discovery, thanks to her guidance. 

You had made significant progress, delving into past traumas and fears, but this was different. This was about your feelings for Jimin, a subject you had kept hidden, even from Chin-Sun.

“I...I've been feeling something for my best friend, Jimin,” you start hesitantly, your voice barely above a whisper. “It's more than just friendship, and it's been growing bigger with time.”

She leans forward, her eyes attentive and compassionate. “Tell me more about these feelings, Y/N” she encourages, her soothing tone offering you a safe space to unload your emotions.

You take a deep breath, trying to articulate the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you, “It's like... I care about him so much, more than I can put into words. I find myself drawn to him in ways I can't explain. When we're together, it's like the world fades away, and there's just this connection between us, this unspoken understanding.”

As you speak, the knots in your chest begin to loosen, and you continue to pour out your heart to Chin-Sun. 

You recount the moments spent with Jimin - the laughter, the stolen glances, and the way his touch makes your heart flutter. The uncertainty of his feelings for you gnaws at you, but you're grateful for the bond you share.

“I just don't know if he feels the same way,” you confess, vulnerability lacing your words. 

“Hoseok said he does, but... I don't want to misinterpret anything. What if it ruins our friendship?”

Chin-Sun's gentle smile reassures you. 

“It's natural to fear the unknown, Y/N. But remember, expressing your feelings doesn't have to be an all-or-nothing situation. You've built a strong foundation of friendship with Jimin, and he cares about you deeply.” 

She hands you a tissue as tears well up in your eyes, “Talking to him about your feelings might open up a new chapter in your relationship. It's okay to take that risk, as long as you're true to yourself.”

You nod, taking in her advice, “I just wish I could be sure of his feelings before I say anything.”

She smiles warmly, “Sometimes, we have to trust our hearts and take that leap of faith. If you don't share your feelings, you might always wonder 'what if?' You deserve to know where this connection could lead.”

You let out an airy exhale, feeling the lump in your throat grow with every word you speak, “But... I'm afraid to confess, because I'm damaged and broken. I... I can't give him what he deserves.” 

The vulnerability in your words hangs in the air, and you see empathy reflected in Chin-Sun's eyes, "Y/N, none of us are perfect. We all carry our scars, our past experiences. It doesn't make you any less deserving of love or happiness.”

“But what if he sees my flaws and decides he doesn't want someone like me romantically?” you ask, your voice cracking with emotion. “I don't want to burden him with my baggage” you say in a definitive voice, trying to keep your feelings at bay.

Chin-Sun leans forward, her gaze unwavering. “You deserve love and care, just like anyone else. And the right person will see you for who you are and embrace every part of you.”

You let out a sigh, the tear that had escaped now followed by others. “I'm afraid of losing him, Chin-Sun. He means so much to me, and I don't want to risk our friendship.”

“It's understandable to feel that way,” she responds softly. “But remember, holding onto your feelings might also come with regrets. You have the right to express yourself, to be honest about what's in your heart.”

As Chin-Sun offers her wisdom, you feel a sense of reassurance wash over you. Maybe it's finally time to confront your fears, to take that leap and open your heart to Jimin.

“Confessing is scary, but it's also liberating,” she adds, her voice gentle yet firm. “No matter the outcome, you will have been true to yourself, and that is a gift you can give yourself.”

You take a deep breath, finding courage in her words. “Thank you, Chin-Sun,” you say, a glimmer of hope in your eyes. “I think... I'm ready to take that leap.”

“Also, you said that you couldn’t give him what he deserves. What exactly do you feel he deserves, that you can’t give him?” 

The soft glow of the therapy room gives you a sense of comfort, but the question is anything but. You fidget with your hands, trying to find the right words to express the inner turmoil you've been grappling with.

You swallow hard and run a hand through your hair, your voice is meek and your eyes dart back to your feet, “I think he deserves to get sex.” 

At your revelation, you feel your eyes tear up again as you had been holding that thought to yourself for so long. You feel vulnerable and exposed, as you wait for her to give you her insight.

She gives you a comforting look, “Y/N, sex is not supposed to be something that you just ‘give’ to the other person, like some sort of transaction. I know that this subject is gray for you, with your trauma. I know it makes it harder. But sex with the right person, and when you want to, might I add, can feel so beautiful and transcendent,” she says with a soft smile and hope lingering in her voice.

You nod and you know that intimacy is a subject that is hard for you. 

But when you think about your attraction for Jimin, you also feel a raw, carnal sexual pull, and you don’t know how to act on these feelings. As frustration fills your body, you blurt, “I want to have sex with him, but I’m afraid.” 

You huff out a frustrated sigh, well now you let the cat out of the bag didn’t ya? 

Chin-Sun looks at you with eyes as big as saucers and she lets out a slight chuckle. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. I didn’t mean to be insensitive. It’s just. Talk to him first, and take things one step at a time,” she says reassuringly.

“And if the time comes, there’s also many other ways to be intimate, than sex” she adds with a hopeful smile.

As you leave the therapy session, determination fills your heart. 

You've decided to face your fears and confess your feelings to Jimin, knowing that whatever the outcome, it's a step toward embracing your true feelings.

As you lay in your bed, the rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, you can't help but let your mind wander to thoughts of Jimin. 

Memories of the times you've spent together flood your thoughts, and you find yourself replaying the moments when he was there for you, offering comfort and support. The sound of his laughter echoes in your mind as you recall the funny moments you shared. 

You remember the warmth of his touch, how his hand would rest on your shoulder or how he'd give you a reassuring hug when you needed it the most.

As you ponder his actions and gestures, you can't shake the feeling that there's something more to his kindness. 

The way he looks at you sometimes, the small smiles that seem to linger a little longer when you're around, they all make your heart skip a beat. 

Your thoughts drift to the countless times he's made you feel safe and at ease. He's become your anchor. He's seen you at your most vulnerable, yet he's never turned away or judged you. Instead, he's offered nothing but compassion and love.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you realize just how much your feelings for Jimin have grown deeper than you ever expected. 

You’re afraid to admit it to yourself even, but deep down, you know that you’ve fallen for him, hard. 

The thought of him makes your cheeks blush and your heart flutter with excitement. Your mind drifts to his incredible physique; thick thighs that you’re sure is heaven to sit on, to his plum lips, so damn inviting and kissable. 

Fuck. 

His muscular legs, and you wonder if he is as physically fit as he was in college. 

Shit, you think back to the day you massaged his back and now you’re imagining what he must look like underneath his shirt. 

Oh, these are dangerous thoughts. 

Frustration settles in your body as you register something wet between your thighs. Your hips roll upwards, searching for any kind of friction. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! 

His pink plush lips, bitten and swollen, kissing you hungrily. His tongue asks permission to enter your mouth, as he rolls his clothed erection against your core. 

You feel the arousal building so damn fast, you can’t keep up. 

You tilt your head back, hitting the wall as you let out a frustrated sigh. 

The room suddenly feels twice as hot as it did before and you are desperate to cool down. In a hurried motion, you lift your hips and pull down both your leggings and pink lace panties. 

Finally feeling like the temperature is bearable, you open your legs with your pussy on full display. Hissing and panting, your right hand crawls down between your thighs and when you eventually reach your clit, you moan deliriously.

The office is dimly lit as Jimin sits at his desk, his head resting heavily on his hand. The weight of the day’s failures seems to press down on him, and he can’t shake off the frustration that’s been building up inside him. 

Despite his best efforts, the perpetrator responsible for your trauma still eludes them, and it gnaws at him like an incessant itch he can’t scratch. 

He glances at the clock on the wall, the hands ticking away relentlessly, reminding him of the precious time slipping through his fingers. With a sigh, he decides to call it a day, realizing that his throbbing headache is not going to subside anytime soon. 

As he drives home, the streets pass in a blur of city lights and distant chatter. His mind is still fixated on the case, on the need to protect you, to bring peace to your life. 

He wishes he could erase the fear that’s been lurking in the back of your mind ever since the abduction. 

He turns off the car and unlocks the door to his house with both a tired mind and body. 

Normally his police department got results so damn fast, it seems unbelievable, so he can’t for the life of him, understand why they haven’t solved your case yet. 

Dissatisfied, he walks inside and throws his bag next to the counter in the kitchen, when he all of a sudden hears some strangled moans. 

Piqued and alert, he walks further into the house, searching for the location of the sounds. 

“Y/N, are you alright?” he almost yells and his nervousness for your safety only grows stronger as you don’t answer. 

Expertly, he makes his way to your bedroom door, and for a second he contemplates if he should draw his gun, but decides against it. 

For a moment, he stands against the door, listening for the sounds, wondering if you are in distress. 

Forcefully, he grabs the handle and bursts into the room with too much momentum and when his eyes land on your half naked body, he halts in his tracks. 

You. 

Sitting there with your head thrown back against the wall, your slender fingers fiercely rubbing on your clit. 

His eyes widen in shock, and when your eyes meet his, his brain short circuits. 

He can feel his heartbeat all the way in his ears, and he is sure that his face must be completely red as his eyes still linger. 

You don’t seem to stop, too caught up in your own arousal to care. 

“Fuck! I’m so sorry!” he moves a hand to cover his curious eyes, but he can still hear you working your fingers on your clit as squelching sounds fill his ears and blood goes straight south to his dick. 

Why the fuck are you still touching yourself, he wonders. 

He can feel his dick twitch in his pants, but begins to walk backwards, “Sorry, I’ll leave you to it.” 

As you dart your eyes up and see him leaving, panic overtakes you, and you stop your ministrations, “Stop!”

Jimin freezes and removes the hand covering his face, locking eyes with you, seeing the disheveled look on your face and blown-out pupils. 

He notices his own ragged breathing as his body stiffen. 

“Don’t go.” 

You plead with a pout and moan, your hand stretched out for him. 

“Stay.” 

The word feels heavy and dangerous but it ignites a flame inside Jimin, as he moves closer to you. 

You spread your legs further apart, inviting him in, “Watch.”

Jimin can’t take his eyes off you. 

Dammit, he knows this is wrong, but you asked him to stay, and he would do anything for you.

He nears your bed with his half erect dick, sits down, watching you with hooded eyes as you rub circles on your clit. 

With the man of your desire finally before you, and between your legs nonetheless, you feel the pit in your stomach build. You feel the tell-tale sign of your impending orgasm, as Jimin’s mere presence is multiplying your arousal. 

Jimin watches you in awe, as you work your clit, thrusting your hips up into the air in search of more friction. 

Your lewd noises are making his dick throb with need, wanting attention. He wants to grab his dick, stroke it and masturbate with you, but you told him to watch, so he tries to keep his attention on only you.

“Mmmh, Jiminie,” you moan, and it sends chills down his spine, hearing you call his name like that. 

Fuck. 

He locks eyes with yours, filled with so much bliss, trying to figure out what you want.

“Touch me.” 

You say, letting a drawn out moan escape your mouth as pleasure builds in you.

Jimin doesn’t hesitate, you don’t have to tell him twice. 

He surges forward in a crawl and hovers over your sitting position on the bed. 

He kneels before you, unsure what exactly you want him to do. He doesn’t want to impose his own desires on you. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, as he hovers dangerously close to your panting lips. 

You let out a desperate ‘please’ and he leaps forward, placing his plush lips against your own, capturing you in a delicate and passionate kiss. The kiss speaks mountains, as you are sure you can feel his adoration for you in it. He’s careful not to push you, setting the pace slow, and giving you room to take control. 

When he breaks the kiss in search of air, you hurriedly find his lavish lips again, this time hungry for more. You feel needy, grinding up into his thick thighs. 

You break the kiss then, quivering, with a fucked out expression on your face, “Jimin, I need you.” 

He looks at you, aroused, “Where?”

“Between my legs. I want your fucking lips on my pussy,” you say in the midst of bucking your hips against him. He parts his lips, and his tongue darts out to lick against his swollen pillowy lips. 

A hand runs through his black hair, while he nibs at his lower lip and breaths out through his nose. 

Fuck. 

This is risky, he thinks. 

But he nods all the same, wanting to give you everything you ask for. 

He crouches down, laying flat on his stomach on the bed in between your soaked thighs, looking at your glistening and juicy folds.

“Are you sure?” he peeks up from your center as he licks his lips in anticipation like he's about to devour a delicious meal.

You nod in lustfulness, “Fuck, yes I’m sure.”

In one fluid motion, he latches his mouth to your clit, licking long stripes from the top and all the way down your slit. It feels divine, and elicits a deep guttural moan from you, while you instinctively try to close your thighs in gratification. 

He labs at your clit like a man starved. 

You feel his saliva drip down your cunt, mixing with your arousal, and down to the sheets. 

Fuck, Jimin is skilled with his tongue, and you begin to feel an orgasm approach again. 

It feels like too much, it’s been years since you had an orgasm. 

You feel utter delirious as you take a look down your body and between your legs. The sight is sinful, his dark locks of hair, damp with seat, eyes looking at you, as slurping noises fills the room as he eats you out. 

The sight alone is enough to unravel you further.

Jimin gets carried away in your sweet noises, he wants to give you all the things you want in the world. Damn, he wants to give you so much pleasure.

“Do you want me to finger you?” he asks, as he takes a momentary break from sucking your folds.

You shake your head, out of breath as you say, “No, I’m not ready for that yet.” 

“Just your tongue is enough,” you blush and then Jimin goes back to lapping at your clit. His tongue is warm and he moves it expertly against your folds. Up and down, alternating between light licks and hard sucks. 

You feel his plush lips against your clenching hole, and for a minute, you contemplate his offer to finger you, but you are afraid of penetration, so you focus on the immense pleasure he is giving you with only his devilishly long tongue.

You feel a knot forming in the lower part of your stomach. “I-,I-, Jimin, I think I’m going to come,” you say with ragged breathing, as you press your body against his mouth.

Jimin hums on your clit, sucking harshly. You moan desperately, chasing your high. 

Your spent legs start trembling, your lower body lifting slightly off the bed, as you moan Jimin’s name, as you come on his expert mouth. 

Your finger searches, grips and curls on the sheets in a frantic attempt at grounding yourself, your toes curling. Jimin helps you ride out your high by sucking and licking lightly at your clit. 

When you feel like it’s too much, you find your hands in his hair, pushing him off you softly. 

“It’s too much,” you say, as you feel your clit pulsating and dripping with a mixture of your arousal and his saliva.

Jimin thinks that was fucking hot; you are so intoxicating. 

He sits up on his knees, looking you over with an affectionate spark in his eyes, as his dick twitches in search of relief. As he licks his lips, tasting your sweetness, he sees a frustrated look wash over you as if you’re battling with something in your mind.

“What’s wrong?” he says curiously, but with a hint of worry to his voice as he searches your eyes for answers.

Your heart races as you blurt out those three powerful words, the burden of your emotions finally escaping your chest, “I love you, Jimin.” 

The vulnerability in your voice makes the moment feel raw and authentic, and you can’t help but let a tear slip down your cheek. 

You sit up, determined to lay it all on the line, to share the depth of your feelings with Jimin.

“I can’t contain it any longer,” you confess, baring your heart open for him to see, hoping that he feels the same way. 

You feel oddly naked, with your bottom half exposed, and him fully clothed. 

The room seems to hold its breath as you wait for his response, the silence hanging in the air like a fragile thread. 

Say something, anything, you think frantically.

Jimin reaches out, tenderly brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his eyes filled with affection and adoration. 

“I love you too,” he whispers, his voice warm like a comforting embrace. 

The words wash over you like a gentle wave, and a radiant smile breaks across your face. His touch is tender as he cups your cheek, and you lean into it, relishing the sensation of his warm skin against yours. 

The tear on your cheek glistens like a crystal, a testament of the depth of emotions you’ve been holding back for so long. 

But now, with your heart laid bare, you feel a newfound strength, a profound connection with the person who means the world to you.

In that instant, all the walls that kept your feelings guarded crumble, leaving only the sweet revelation that your best friend shares your deep affection. The world fades away as he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that feels like an epiphany. It’s a deep and passionate kiss, like the universe aligns and the stars sparkle in celebration of your love. 

Your heart flutters with each brush of his lips, as if it's dancing to a melody only the two of you can hear.

As the kiss lingers, you lose yourself in the sweet taste of yourself on his lips, the feel of his touch, and the sound of his heartbeat mingling with yours. 

It’s a moment of pure, unfiltered lust, that ignites a new fire inside. 

When Jimin gazes into your eyes, you swear you see a reflection of your own feelings mirrored in his soul. 

It’s a love that’s been simmering just beneath the surface, finally ready to be embraced and cherished. His smile, so soft and sincere, fills you with a sense of belonging, like finding the missing piece to your puzzle.

In that space, time has no meaning, and you’re content to stay lost in the embrace of his love. 

All the doubts and fears that once held you back are swept away by the current of affection that now flows between you. 

As you pull away, you lock eyes, and a newfound understanding passes between you. This love isn’t just a confession of feelings; it’s a promise of a future where you’ll navigate life together, hand in hand, supporting and cherishing each other every step of the way.

Then you feel the bulge in Jimin’s pants, and you break the kiss, grabbing his cock softly over his dress pants. 

He hisses at the contact, stopping your hand with his, “This is about you.”

As he swats your hand away, he goes back to kissing you tenderly, “Not that I don’t want too,” he adds in between kisses. 

“But it must be uncomfortable?” you ask, pleading with your eyes. 

You really just want to suck his dick so desperately. 

“I don’t care. I care about you right now,” he says, making his way to your neck, sucking hard until he has left a red mark there, that he gently licks.

“I can’t get enough of you, Y/N,” he says, his voice low and filled with desire.

You meet his gaze, feeling a rush of emotions surge through you. 

“Do you know how long I’ve had feelings for you?” he asks, a hint of playfulness in his eyes, as he tries hard to ignore his growing erection.

Curiosity piques your interest, and you shake your head, eager to hear his confession. Your heart flutters with anticipation, knowing that his word will be something you’ve been longing to hear.

“Since fucking high school,” he admits with a chuckle, and you can’t help but laugh along with him. It seems your previous desires have been forgotten, as you both lay down on the bed next to each other. 

His revelation surprises you, yet it also fills your heart with warmth. High school seems like ages ago, but somehow, your feelings for each other have endured all these years.

“Ah, me too,” you reply, grinning from ear to ear. The realization that you’ve both harbored feelings for each other for so long is both endearing and amusing.

You both share a moment of laughter finding joy in the irony of your secret love story. 

The way you’ve managed to keep your feelings hidden for each other, all while staying close friends, feels like something out of a romantic comedy.

“I can’t believe we wasted all that time,” you say with a playful pout as your hand travels over his clothed pectorals. 

He leans over, his lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Well, we’re making up for it now, aren’t we?”

A giggle escapes your lips as you lean into his touch, savoring the warmth of his body against yours. It’s surreal to finally be in his arms like this, to know that the person you’ve loved for so long loves you back just as fiercely.

“I can’t get enough of you either, Jimin,” you admit, your heart swelling with love and happiness. “It feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.”

He nuzzles his nose against yours, a soft smile on his lips, “Me too. But you know what they say, better late than never.” As you intertwine your fingers with his, a sense of completeness washes over you.

As you sit together on the park bench, the warmth of Jimin's hand in yours is a constant reminder of the love and support he offers you. The sunlight filters through the leaves above, casting a gentle glow on both of you.

You take a deep breath, gathering the courage to express your feelings. 

“You know… I’ve never really had a normal relationship before,” you admit, your voice tinged with vulnerability. 

Jimin’s gaze softens, and he leans in close, letting you know that he’s all ears. “That’s alright,” he says, his voice soothing like a gentle breeze. 

“We don’t have to follow anyone else’s idea of normal. We’ll create our own version of it, together.”

A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips, grateful for his understanding and unwavering support. “You always know what you say,” you say with a hint of admiration in your voice.

He chuckles softly, his fingers lightly tracing circles on the back of your hand. “Well, it’s easy when it comes to you,” he replies, his eyes never leaving yours. “We’ll figure it out step by step, and I promise you, we’ll make it beautiful.”

Your heart swells with affection, and you lean your head against his shoulder, finding comfort in his presence. With Jimin by your side, everything feels a little less daunting and a lot more hopeful.

“I’m just afraid of messing things up,” you confess, your voice barely above a whisper.

He tilts your chin up gently so you’re looking directly into his eyes. “We all make mistakes, but that doesn’t define our relationship,” he says firmly. 

“What matters is that we learn and grow together. And no matter what happens, I’ll always be here for you.”

A tear glistens in your eye, touched by his unwavering commitment to you. “I love you, Jimin” you say, the words carrying the weight of your emotions.

His face lights up with joy, and he cups your cheeks in his hands, brushing his thumb against your skin. “I love you too, Y/N” he replies, his voice filled with sincerity.

As the days pass, life with Jimin becomes a beautiful rhythm of love and laughter. 

You both find joy in the simplest of things, cherishing every moment you spend together. One sunny afternoon, you decide to visit a summer festival, filled with carnival rides and games. 

Hand in hand, you explore the vibrant fairgrounds, laughing as you take turns trying to win a unicorn plushie at one of the games. Your cheer Jimin on as he focuses intensely, his determination evident in his expression. 

To your delight, he emerges victorious, holding the soft, colorful unicorn in his firm hands.

“Omg! You did it!” you exclaim, jumping excitedly up and down while your laughter rings through the air.

Jimin grins, looking proud of his achievement. “It’s for you,” he says, handing you the plushie. “A token of my love and a reminder of this fun day.”

Your heart flutters with affection as you take the unicorn, hugging it close to your chest. “Thank you, Jimin. I’ll cherish it forever” you reply, a genuine smile on your face.

As the sun begins to set, you enjoy some cotton candy, your laughter blending with the cheerful chatter around you. For a moment, everything feels perfect and carefree, and you forget about any worries or fears. 

However, amidst the sea of people, you catch sight of a hooded figure in the distance. 

Panic surges through you, but when you search again, they seem to have vanished. 

“Jimin, did you see that?” you ask, trying to sound casual but unable to hide the concern in your voice.

He glances around, his eyes sweeping the crowd. 

“See what, babe?” he replies, his tone light and carefree. 

The pet name isn’t lost on you, but you are too caught up in your fear, to actually let it register.

Unsure whether it’s just your eyes playing tricks on you or not, you decide to push the thoughts aside, not wanting to let anything spoil the magical night.

“It’s probably nothing,” you say with a reassuring smile, focusing your eyes back on Jimin. “Let’s just focus on having fun tonight.” 

Jimin grins and pulls you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist. “You’re right,” he says, his voice filled with determination. “Nothing can spoil our night.”

And so, you continue your adventure, letting go of any lingering worries and embracing the joy of the present moment. 

Together, you explore every nook and cranny of the festival, trying every ride, and even indulging in more delicious treats. As the night draws to a close, you find yourselves sitting under a starlit sky, leaning against each other. 

The sound of laughter and music fills the air, but all you can hear is the rhythm of your hearts beating as one. He leans in, his lips meeting yours in a sweet, tender kiss. In that moment, the world stands still, and it’s just the two of you, wrapped in each other’s love.

When you finally come home, the sexual frustration is so palpable you could cut the tension with a knife. 

Jimin kisses you hungrily while he tries to open the door, pressing you up against the door instead. 

You feel his tongue poke at your lower lip and you open your mouth to welcome the addition. 

The door opens and you fumble inside, landing on your ass because of the force he used to ungracefully open the door. You let out a pained shriek followed by an endearing laugh. 

Jimin is quick to tend to you, asking if you are alright, but you can see the smirk lacing his features, his eyes crinkling at the corner. 

He helps you stand up and doesn’t wait a second to latch his mouth to your neck, forcing you up the wall. 

Your hands search for his cheeks and travel to his hair, pulling and tousling it eagerly. 

He moans into your neck and you feel a wet patch soak your panties, as you grind your hips into his.

“Fuck,” he says, panting with need as he looks into your hooded eyes. 

You feel his half erected dick on your lower stomach, as he rolls his body into yours. You find his mouth and explore his soft cave, as he tries to walk you both towards his bedroom.

“Couch is closer,” you huff out and Jimin pushes your bodies in that direction purposefully. 

When you reach the couch, he nudges you down on it and you lay sprawled out before him, taking his carnal expression in. He hovers over you, tracing lines down your clothed body on your sides, “I want this off,” he gestures to your sundress. 

You feel goosebumps prickle your skin at his touch, a moan escaping your lips as you let him gather the fabric of your dress up your body. 

You feel incredibly hot, laid bare for him in just your underwear, thanking yourself for wearing a matching lace set. Jimin sucks in a breath and lets out a frustrating growl, as he takes your beautiful, soft and delicate features in. 

“Damn, you are beautiful” he grunts and proceeds to hike his shirt off in a fluid motion.

Your tongue darts out, licking at your lips as you salivate by the look of his firm pectorals and muscled abdomen. Your eyes fly down his toned abs and land on his prominent v-line and the bulge in his pants. 

“I want you, Jimin,” you hiss as you grab his clothed dick and elicit a soft moan out of him. 

Before he lays you down again, he unhooks your bra. 

Arousal rushes through your body, making your blood boil. 

He kisses your mouth tenderly, while his hands trace down from your jaw to your boobs. He gives your nipples a soft pinch with his fingers, as you moan and buck your hips up into his groin. 

In soft and tender moves, he massages your breast while alternating between fondling them and playing with your nipples. A new flood of arousal leaves you and your panties sticks uncomfortably to your drenched pussy. 

In search of friction, your hands travel down your body, under your panties and you rub your fingers on your clit, opening your thighs to better accommodate Jimin. 

You see his eyes darken and he hisses when he sees you touching yourself. 

He lets go of peppering kisses against your jaw and cheeks, moving his mouth down your neck, to your collarbone and landing on your supple breast again. Giving each nipple a gentle suck, he moves further down, resting between your thighs where your fingers are working your clit. 

He hums in appreciation, and then grabs your hand, letting it rest on your hips as he pulls your panties down and throws them off somewhere in the living room. 

He growls at the sight of your soaked and glistening pussy, ready to be devoured. 

For a moment, you lock eyes, and you feel showered with love and adoration, it almost feels unbearable. You buck your hips up playfully, giving him a teasing look as you spread your thighs invitingly for him to enter. 

With his soft hands, he massages the underside of your thighs, before he gives your pussy the attention you seek. 

“Jiiiiiminie,” you gasp in delirious frustration as he keeps massaging your thighs. 

It’s nice, don’t get it wrong, but it isn’t what you need. 

He chuckles at your desperate attempt, but gives in. He strokes his fingers teasingly over your clit and folds, before he opens your folds to reveal your throbbing hole. 

Then he latches his pillowy lips to your clit and you make a delicious moan as you grab his hair.

He gets to work, sucks and licks hungrily against your pussy and you writhe under him. The absurdly lewd noises from him and your pussy are turning you incredibly on and making a juicy arousal leak out that he laps on his tongue. 

The knot in your stomach is forming with incredible speed, but you feel like you are missing something. 

“Fingers,” you pant out as you give his hair a tug. Jimin seems to understand, and a finger roams your folds, right next to your throbbing hole, where you want him the most. 

You hiss in anticipation, trying to press your pussy down on him. Then, slowly, he enters his index finger and you throw your head back into the couch in bliss. 

It glides in easily but feels tight with just the one finger, how the fuck will you be able to take his cock, you think. 

He experimentally fucks his finger into your clenching hole, while making sure you like it. When you move your body to meet his thrusts and your excessive moans fill the room, he adds a second finger. 

The stretch is so damn tight, and he works his fingers in scissoring motions to get you ready as he licks at your clit. 

He hits your g-spot repeatedly and you feel it approaching fast, the knot in your stomach snapping and your body tense, as you climax. Your body convolves, your feet curling and you let out a delirious groan. 

“I’m so sorry!” you pant as you excuse your lack of announcing your impending orgasm. Jimin assures you, as he helps you ride out your high with his fingers still in you. 

Sitting up, you are suddenly aware that Jimin is still fully clothed, with his erection pushing at the fabric of his pants. 

You move to pull down his pants and underwear with his help. 

His dick springs free, fully erect and in desperate need of attention. 

His dick is beautiful; average length, thick girth with a throbbing red head. He lets out a frustrated moan, and you grab his cock with your slender fingers as you give it a stroke. 

He leans back into the couch, with his hands behind his back for support as he throws his head back. Gathering a good amount of saliva in your mouth, you spit on his dick, making Jimin twitch slightly in surprise. 

Giving a few experimental strokes, before you stick out your tongue and lick up a strip from his base to the tip, you watch him close his eyes in pleasure. 

He shudders, as you lick at his cock, like it was a lollipop, even giving his tip a suck with a ‘pop’. 

He already knows he isn’t going to last long, if you keep this up. 

Then you take half of his cock in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. He moans as your warm mouth envelops him, and he tries to control his need for friction by not fucking into your mouth. 

He wants you to set the pace. 

Growing bolder, you deepthroat him, feeling your gag reflex, but doing your best to ignore it and focusing on hollowing your cheeks and breathing through your nose. 

The sounds filling the room are obscene, and as you keep sucking him, he finds purchase with his hand in your hair, gathering it in a makeshift ponytail.

It feels so incredibly good, it’s almost too much for Jimin, and he gently taps your flushed cheeks, “If you want to have sex, you seriously have to stop that, babe,” he pants, as he looks at you with love. 

“If you keep going, I’m going to come,” he says out of breath as he gently pushes you off his dick. 

You lick your lips and let him nudge you down on the couch again, anticipation and need filling your body. He aligns his dick with your throbbing hole, and rubs his tip on your wet and slick folds. 

You moan at the contact, feeling slightly nervous as he prods at your entrance.

Jimin senses your nervousness as he halts, “It’s okay, babe. We can stop anytime you want.” 

You take in a deep breath and nod, trying to brace yourself for impact. He is slow and gentle, as he gradually enters you, stretching you with his tip and you tense up. 

You feel your heartbeat in your ears, like a loud and deafening ringing and it’s too much. 

Your breath quickens and you feel like you're having a panic attack, “Jimin-, stop,” you breathe out fast.

In an instant, he pulls his tip out and caresses your cheek as tears flow from your eyes. You lean into his touch, crying slowly, mad at yourself. 

“What’s wrong?” he wipes at your tears, looking at you fondly, but you try to hide your face with your palms. 

You let out a frustrated groan as you try to even out your breathing. 

“I’m just so mad!” you huff uncontrollably, still sobbing in frustration. 

He grabs your hands, removing the shield from your face, “Why?”

You look at him endearingly, he is just the sweetest, you think. “I can’t even do this simple fucking thing,” you almost yell, as you point between your legs in frustration, noticing his dick becoming softer with every moment. Ugh, you have totally ruined the moment. 

Fuck. 

“I’m so sorry, Jimin. I really fucking want to… I just,” you sit up, hugging his naked body, seeking comfort. 

“These horrible images keep flashing in my mind,” you gulp, hugging him tighter. 

You feel his steady heartbeat against your breast, and it calms you down. 

“I kept thinking about how he just used me,” you begin to hulk, recalling the trauma. 

You feel a mix of emotions, remorse, frustration, anger and love all at once. You’re mad at yourself, because you want Jimin so damn much, but it’s like your body isn’t ready. 

The abuse it went through still lingers. 

Jimin comforts you, wrapping you close to him, and even though you are both naked, his now flaccid dick against your core, it isn't weird at all. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. You shouldn’t push yourself. You’re ready when you are ready” he says comfortingly, kissing you tenderly. You will forever be thankful for a man like Park Jimin.

You look down at your naked bodies, “Maybe we should put on some clothes and just… watch a movie?”

Jimin agrees and he finds your discarded clothes on the floor. As the movie begins, you still feel frustrated and mad at yourself, “I’m so sorry, Jimin” you quip, barely audible over the movie. 

He looks at you lovingly, “It’s okay. You shouldn’t be sorry. I’m sorry for what you went through and how it affects you,” he strokes your cheek. You close your eyes, leaning into his touch. 

“We’ll take it slow and you decide the pace, okay?” he gives you an endearing smile as he finds one of your hands and gives it a soft squeeze.

With your heart brimming with happiness, you grab your phone the next day to share the wonderful news with your parents. 

As you dial their number, excitement bubbles up inside you, and you can’t wait to see their reaction.

“Hey mom, hey day,” you say as they pick up the call, having put you on speaker.

“Hello, sweetheart! How are you?” you mom asks with a warm tone. 

“I’m doing great, actually. I have some exciting news to share,” you reply, trying to contain your enthusiasm.

“Tell us! Don’t keep us waiting” you dad adds, his voice filled with curiosity. 

Taking a deep breath, you can’t help but smile, as you spill the beans, “I’m officially dating Jimin now.”

Silence follows your announcement, and for a moment, you worry about their reaction. But then, your mom lets out a loud cheer, “It’s about goddamn time!”

You burst into laughter at her exclamation, relieved and delighted that they are happy for you. “I know, right? We’ve been friends for so long, and it just feels so right now,” you explain.

“Ah, we always knew there was something special between you two,” your dad says warmly.

“We couldn’t be happier for you, sweetheart,” your mom adds.

You can feel their love and support across the phone, and it warms your heart. “Thanks mom, dad. I’m really happy too,” you say sincerely.

“We want to celebrate! Why don’t you and Jimin come over for dinner on Friday?” your mom suggests eagerly.

“That sounds like a great idea. I’ll talk to Jimin, but I’m sure he’ll be up for it too” you reply, already looking forward to spending time with your parents as a couple.

“We can’t wait to see you both. It’s been too long” you dad says.

As the call ends, you can’t help but feel overwhelmed with love and joy. You know you have a supportive and caring family, and now, with Jimin by your side, life feels even more complete. 

The anticipation of the Friday dinner fills you with excitement, and you can’t wait to share this special moment with the people you love.

As the days go by, Jimin becomes increasingly observant of your mood and senses that something has been bothering you since the carnival. Finally, unable to keep it to yourself any longer, you decide to confide in him. 

Sitting together in your cozy living room, you take a deep breath and begin to share your unsettling experience.

“Do you remember the festival a few days ago? I saw a weird guy wearing a hoodie…” you admit, your voice tinged with concern. 

“I've seen him before,” you confess clenching your hands into fists. 

Jimin’s grip tightens slightly, and he looks into your eyes, his expression filled with concern, “What do you mean ‘seen before’, where?”

You nod, “Yeah, I’ve seen him a few times… I think he’s watching me…”

Jimin furrows his brow, deep in thought, “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

You shake your head, “I didn’t think anything of it at first, the guy disappeared as soon as I thought I saw him. But at the carnival, he was closer and it felt off,” you explain, searching for comfort in his embrace.

“I don’t like the sound of this. We need to do something about it,” he says in a resolute and stern voice. 

You take a deep breath and look into his eyes, grateful for his understanding and support, “That’s not all, Jimin, I've been feeling uneasy lately, like someone is watching me.”

His eyes widen with worry, and he pulls you closer, his protective instincts kicking in, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. You shouldn’t have to go through this. We need to take this seriously.”

With determination in his eyes, Jimin reaches for his phone and makes a call to Yoongi. They discuss the situation at length, and Yoongi assures you both that they will look into it and take the necessary steps to ensure your safety. 

You feel a mix of emotions - fear, but also a sense of relief that you’re not facing this alone.

After the call ends, Jimin turns to you with a reassuring smile, “Yoongi said he’ll look into it, and we’ll have extra security measures put in place for you,” he says, stroking your hands gently.

“And when I’m at work, we’ll have stationed undercover men outside the house,” he says reassuringly, giving you a big comforting smile.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, Y/N. We’ll catch this guy, I promise,” Jimin says with conviction, giving you a reassuring smile.

You find solace in his words and the support he provides. Together with Yoongi’s expertise, you feel more confident that the authorities are on the case. As the day goes on, Jimin stays by your side, offering comfort and distracting you with laughter and sweet moments.

In the following days, Yoongi and Jimin work tirelessly to investigate the hooded man and the unsettling presence you’ve been experiencing. They make sure to take every precaution to ensure your safety, and Jimin becomes your pillar of strength throughout the process. 

As you nestle into his embrace, you feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having Jimin in your life. 

He's not just your boyfriend; he's your rock, your protector, and your confidante. 

With him by your side, you know you can face anything that comes your way.

As the clock ticks closer to the evening, you find yourself filled with both excitement and nervousness. You’ve been looking forward to this dinner with your parents and Jimin for days, and now that the moment has arrived, you want everything to be perfect.

When Jimin finally arrives home from work, he’s greeted by the sight of you, radiant and beautiful in your purple satin dress. 

His eyes light up, and a warm smile spreads across his face, “Wow, you look stunning,” he says, admiration evident in his voice.

Blushing at the compliment, you thank him with a shy smile, “Thank you, Jimin. I wanted to look my best tonight.”

As you both get ready to leave, you take a moment to steal a quick kiss, feeling the affectionate spark between you. “Let’s go,” Jimin says, offering his arm to escort you.

Arriving at your parents’ house, you’re met with hugs and warm greetings. Your parents have always adored Jimin, and it warms your heart to see how well they get along. 

Dinner is a delightful affair, with delicious food and lighthearted conversations.

Throughout the meal, Jimin and you dad share stories and jokes, and your mom engages in heartwarming conversations with both of you. The laughter and joy that fill the room create a warm and inviting atmosphere. 

As the evening progresses, you find yourself stealing glances at Jimin, and he returns the sentiment with a soft smile. There’s a sense of comfort in having him by your side, and it feels like a natural extension of your relationship.

As you both get into the car, the warmth of the evening seems to mirror the affectionate atmosphere between you and Jimin, the soft glow of the streetlights casts a gentle glow on his face, and you can’t help but smile as you steal glances at each other, while he’s driving.

“It was really nice seeing you interact with my parents,” you say, breaking the comfortable silence. 

“They really like you, you know?”

Jimin grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners, “I like them too. They’re wonderful people, just like their daughter.”

Your heart flutters at his sweet words, and you reach over to hold his hand that rests at the gear shift. His touch is reassuring, filling you with a sense of love and contentment.

“I’m really lucky to have you in my life, Jimin,” you admit, your voice soft and genuine.

He squeezes your hand, his smile growing even wider, “No Y/N, I’m the lucky one. You’ve brought so much happiness into my life, and I can’t imagine my days without you.”

The tender moment fills the car with an undeniable sense of warmth and love. As you drive back home, the anticipation builds between you, the tension palpable. Both of you know there is something sensual lingering in the air, and tonight feels different than any other.

As the car slows to a stop in front of your home, Jimin turns to you with a gentle smile, “You looked absolutely stunning tonight, Y/N. My heart skipped a beat every time I looked at you.” 

He puts one hand on your thigh, giving it a slight squeeze as he lets out a moan and you unbuckle your seatbelt. 

Blushing at his compliment, you reply, “Thank you, Jimin. You looked pretty amazing yourself.”

You feel his warm touch on your thigh, and you open up your legs for him, inviting him in. 

Before his hand travels up your thigh, he unbuckles his own seatbelt, hiking your satin dress up, and finding your core easily. You hold your breath, as he ghosts his fingers over your clothed pussy. 

It's achingly wet already, he had been sinful to look at all evening and you are completely melting now. When he finally strokes you on your panties, you let out the breath you had been holding in. You huff, throw your head back into the headrest. 

He slides your panties to the side, and rubs your clit teasingly. 

“Been thinking about fucking you all night,” you hum in a needy tone as you roll your hips into his hand. Jimin growls in your ear, as he nips at your lope, sending chills down your spine.

“Fuck,” is all he says, as he rubs leisurely at your clit. You already feel so obscenely wet, and hearing the lewd sounds from your pussy and his moans is spurring you on.

In your daze, you chance a glance at his crotch, and you find him already half hard. Your hands find his cock, and you palm him needily over his pants. He lets out a soft moan, against your cheek, as he searches for your lips.

You manage to unzip his pants and free his dick, and as it springs free, you grab a tight hold of it and Jimin hisses at the touch. 

“Sorry,” you huff out, adjusting your hold to a light squeeze, as you give him a light stroke. 

He had stopped working on your clit the moment you grabbed his dick, so you turned around in your seat, facing him completely. 

Taking his disheveled look in, you spit in your hands and begin stroking him in a faster and even movement. He moans loudly at your fast hands, as he bucks up into you, to fuck himself on your hands. 

He can’t help himself, as he searches for more friction. 

He’s fully hard and you smear your saliva down his throbbing cock teasingly, stroking his frenulum lightly. His head is thrown back, and you watch his chest fall and rise in hurried movements. 

“Shit. I’m gonna come if you keep stroking me like that,” he growls. You groan deeply, imagining him coming undone on your hands and shooting his load onto the steering wheel. But you don’t want that, you want him to come inside your throbbing pussy.

“Fuck, Jimin, I want you so bad. I want to ride you in the backseat,” you say as you feel a flood of arousal soak your panties. You shimmy out of the passenger seat and crawl between the center console and into the backseat, waiting for him to join you. 

As Jimin maneuvers over the console, you take the moment to rid yourself of your dress, now sitting in your underwear. He eyes you with a sinful look, drinking you all in, while he unhooks your bra and your breasts spring free. They are the perfect size, and rests so well in his hands as he cups them. 

“Take off your pants,” you breathe out, touching his cock again. He bites his lower lip as he slides off his pants and you rid yourself of your panties. 

With his back resting against the backseat, you straddle his lap, trying to angle his dick to your pussy. 

“Babe, I haven’t stretched you. Are you sure you’re ready?” he panics suddenly, trying to hold you back from sitting on him. 

“It’s fine. I’m so freaking wet. And I can't wait any longer. I want your dick in me, fuck,” you say with a deep and heavy voice, as you finally align him with your center and sink down on him slowly.

As your walls take him in slowly, his head falls back and he moans in pleasure. 

You flinch at the intrusion, as your walls suck in more of his dick. 

“Fuck, I said I should have prepped you before,” he pants in frustration as he feels your walls squeeze his dick. 

You let out a few profanities, but are stubborn, and keep going, determined to take him all in. 

Thankfully, you are obscenely wet, otherwise this would have been hell without any prep. But he actually glides in rather well, it’s just his size, that is stretching you so wide. 

You focus on your breathing and sinks further down on his cock, as he kisses you with tongue, to distract you from the slight burn you feel.

“Fuck!” 

You finally reach his pubic hair, his dick filling you up completely. 

You are engulfed in love and still for a moment, before sliding up and down again, already feeling delirious. You adjust to his size, and it begins to feel good. 

You fuck yourself on his dick, and you notice the windows fogging up, much as your brain does.

You set up a nice, comfortable and slow pace, as you bounce up and down on his hard dick. You pant frantically, feeling it hard to keep up the work, but you really want to give him a good ride. 

Jimin feels incredible, and he tries so hard not to just fuck you right now. Your walls are so warm, and hugs his dick so well. He is getting a bit frustrated with your leisurely pacing, and he feels like he’ll lose his mind if you don’t speed up. 

“Can I fuck you, babe?” he asks between moans, as he grabs your hips and stops your motions. You bite your lower lip, close your eyes and nod your head ‘yes’.

He keeps a steady grip on your hips, as he bucks up into you, fucking you passionately. 

You feel so fucking full, with every thrust, he begins to hit your g-spot perfectly and you feel arousal leak out of your core. His pace quickens, and you both feel the vibrations of the car, as it rocks from side to side with the incredible force his fucks you with. 

You feel so delirious. 

Jimin breathes fast, as he fucks you with all his got. 

The sounds filling the car are obscene, and the air feels thick as you both gasp for air. As you begin to feel your orgasm approaching, you also feel your walls pulsating and your breath hitching, as you let him know of your incoming climax.

Jimin really wants you to come first, even though he can feel his own orgasm just beneath the surface. 

So in a hurry, his fingers find your clit and he begins rubbing at it fast, as he keeps fucking into you. It adds instant pleasure to you, making you see stars and moan obscenely, throwing your head back.

You try to meet his fast thrusts, but you can’t match his rhythm and you decide to place your hands on his pectorals for support. His pace has become brutal, as he searches for not only his own climax, but yours too. 

As he works your clit, you feel the pit forming in your stomach, “Jimin! I’m coming!” 

You scream out his name in pleasure, as your body tense up, feeling your toes curling. You pant above him, as he keeps fucking you, and as your walls clench furiously around him, he feels utterly carnal. 

His trusts become more and more frantic as he feels like he can’t hold back anymore. You watch as his brows furrowed with a mix of pain and pleasure, his eyes closed, breath holding, as he without warning shouts your name in a hard trust. 

His warm seed shoots into your pussy, as your walls milk him for all his worth. You shudder, as the sensation almost feels too much. Jimin pants madly, dick still inside you, as he chuckles. 

You moan and surge down to rest your head against his. Your breaths mix and the air feels thick and devoid of oxygen. His pupils are completely blown, as you are sure yours must be too. You feel so much love and tenderness at this very moment.

“Ah-, I love you so much, Jimin,” you say as you nuzzle and smell his sweaty neck, his scent of musky vanilla mixed with coconut sends a new flood of arousal through you. 

His dick has gone completely flaccid, and his semen is slowly dripping out of you. You move away from his soft dick, placing yourself further down his thick thighs. He lets out a light chuckle, as your pussy lips tickle the inner part of his thighs, “I love you too Y/N.” 

“Thank you for being patient with me,” you say as you kiss him tenderly and he hums. 

The smell of sex faintly registers in the back of your mind, as he kisses you back with fervor.

He chuckles against your soft lips, removes a strand of hair away from our face and proceeds to kiss your cheek sweetly, “I don’t think this was patience you demonstrated there babe.”

“I know I’m impatient,” you chuckle wholeheartedly, “but fuck, can we do that again?” you whisper against his plum lips.

In the midst of a regular Thursday, the weight of your job hunt weighs heavily on your mind. 

The persistent stress urges you to seek solace and unwind. 

With a determined sigh, you gather your essentials - a sports bra, tights, and your trusty yoga mat. 

Preparing for a session of relaxation and rejuvenation, you lay out your belongings in the living room, the soft light filtering in through windows creating a serene ambiance. You select a playlist that matches your mood - a collection of soothing low-fi beats that seem to melt away your concerns. 

The music finds its way to the speakers, filling the room with a gentle rhythm that aligns perfectly with your intentions.

Your phone rests on the couch, a silent companion, ready to guide your practice. 

As you step onto the mat, you take a deep breath, letting the air fill your lungs and calm your thoughts. The first notes of the music envelop you like a warm embrace, and you close your eyes, letting the worries of the day drift away. Your body flows with the rhythm of the music, muscles stretching and relaxing in harmony. 

The world outside fades, leaving only the connection between your breath and movement. As you settle into each pose, your mind begins to clear, and the stress that had clung to you earlier starts to dissipate. In its place, a sense of peace and centeredness grows. 

As the tranquil melodies weave their spell around you, you find yourself sinking into a familiar rhythm. The soft cadence of the music guides your movement, each stretch and pose a gateway to release the tensions that have been coiling within you. 

With each inhale, you draw in a renewed sense of purpose, and with every exhale, you let go of the weight of the day.

Your body glides into a warrior pose, a powerful stretch that opens your heart and strengthens your resolve. The gentle arch of your back sends tendrils of relief cascading through your spine, and your arms reach skyward, as if touching the heavens themselves. 

As you exhale, you surrender to the stretch, letting it melt away the tightness that has plagued your muscles.

As the day slowly gives way to evening, you can’t help but look forward to Jimin’s return from work. 

His presence always has a way of soothing your worries and bringing comfort to your heart. The anticipation adds a warm layer to the atmosphere, as if his impending arrival is a promise of tranquility. 

Amidst the soothing ambiance, a sound reaches your ears - the faint rattle of a doorknob. 

Your heart skips a beat, a mixture of surprise and curiosity rising within you. 

Could it be that Jimin has returned, and forgotten his keys? It had happened before.

With a sense of anticipation, you allow the music to become the backdrop to your steps. You glide towards the door, your body still carrying the grace of your yoga movements. 

As your fingers curl around the doorknob, you turn it, unlocking the barrier that separates you from the outside world.

The door swings open, and your lips curve into a soft smile - a welcome reserved for your boyfriend. 

But your smile falters for a moment, as you realize that the figure before you isn’t who you were expecting. 

Instead of Jimin’s familiar form, it’s the man of your nightmares.

In the span of a heartbeat, your world shatters like fragile glass, and reality seems to warp and twist around you. 

The air thickens, charged with a tension that you can almost taste, as if a storm is brewing on the horizon. But it’s not the elements outside that concern you - it’s the tempest of emotions raging within.

Ice-cold dread courses through your veins, seizing every fiber of your being. 

Your muscles respond to the shock, rendering you motionless, a statue of terror etched into the fabric of the room. The once-familiar space feels alien and distant, as if reality itself has warped around you. 

Colors lose their vibrancy, fading to a muted grayscale as your very essence drains away.

In that instant, your heart betrays you, a wild stallion unleashed within your chest, galloping with the urgency of a desperate escape. The rhythmic thud echoes in your ears, each beat a stark reminder of the fragile nature of safety. Your breath quickens, yet oxygen feels scarce, as if the very air has grown thin in this presence that threatens to consume you.

Hyun.

The name echoes in your mind like a curse, conjuring up memories you’ve tried so hard to suppress and let go. 

Every nightmare, every tear, every shred of pain he inflicted resurfaces in vivid detail; it's as if the walls of your mind are crumbling, and the horrors you’ve locked away are breaking free, clawing their way to the surface.

The room seems to close in on you, suffocating you with its oppressive weight. 

How can he be here? 

How did he find you? 

What about the undercover cops around the house? 

Was he the hooded figure? 

Panic sets in, your thoughts a cacophony of fear and disbelief. Here he stands, an embodiment of your darkest nightmares, a walking manifestation of the anguish you’ve tried to escape. 

The seconds stretch into eternities, and you’re trapped in this waking nightmare, unable to tear your gaze away from the intruder.

Every fucking nerve in your body screams at you to run, to flee from this specter of torment. 

But your limbs are unyielding, heavy as if anchored to the ground by invisible chains. Your throat constricts, choking off any sound you might have uttered, leaving you trapped in silence as Hyun’s presence engulfs you. 

It’s a confrontation you’d hoped to never face, a chilling dance with the devil from your past. 

And as Hyun forces his way further into the house, you can’t help but wonder if this is a sinister twist of fate, a reminder that the past is never truly buried. 

The undertone of dread is palpable, as the link between nightmare and reality blurs, leaving you teetering on the precipice of something unspeakable.

The grip on your wrists is vice-like, fingers digging into your skin like talons of malevolence. 

The wall behind you crashes into your body with brutal force, the pain jolting up your spine like a lightning strike of agony. A strangled cry escapes your lips, a primal howl torn from the depths of your soul. 

Reality slams into you, ripping away the paralysis that had held you captive in your initial shock. 

Fear electrifies your senses, sparking your fight-or-flight response with a violent urgency. 

Adrenaline courses through your veins like liquid fire, setting every nerve ablaze. 

Desperation fuels your movements, propelling you to push, to claw, to fight against the monstrous grip that binds you.

Your body becomes a battleground, your muscles screaming in protests as you struggle against his overwhelming strength. 

His thigh wedges between your legs, pinning you against the wall like a helpless insect ensnared by a predator. 

Your lungs heave, desperate gasps mingling with the repulsive scent of his breath as he invades your personal space.

His words slither into your ear like a venomous serpent, a macabre whisper that chills your very soul. 

“Missed me?” he hisses, the words dripping with sadistic glee. 

Disgust churns within you, warring with the white-hot fury that courses through your veins. The horrors you’d buried surge to the surface, memories of torment that you’d fought so hard to escape. 

But now, they’re a current that threatens to pull you under.

A cacophony of emotions floods your senses, drowning you in a maelstrom of trauma and terror. 

“NO!” 

You scream, your voice a raw symphony of pain and defiance, tearing through the air like a banshee’s wail. Your body writhes beneath his suffocation weight, every once of your being rebelling against the nightmare that’s now become your reality.

Your eyes latch on a photograph, a snapshot of you and Jimin, the image emblematic of the strength you’ve found in each other, and that’s when the memories of the self-defense techniques he had taught you floods your mind. 

With a surge of newfound resolve, you tap into the lessons ingrained within you. 

Summoning the last reserves of your strength, you channel every bit of courage and fury, using Jimin’s teachings as your weapon. 

Your body becomes a force of nature, a storm breaking through the confines of fear. Muscles that had trembled now surge with newfound strength, your limbs working in tandem to break free from the clutches of your tormentor. 

Your thigh jerks free from his grip, a sharp and primal movement that becomes your lifeline. A swift, unrelenting kick crashes into his crotch, a violent burst of retribution that forces the air from his lungs and contorts his features into a mask of agonized torment. 

He crumples, an embodiment of pain, and you seize the opportunity.

Fleeing becomes your sole purpose, your legs carrying you with desperate urgency toward the living room. 

Every step echoes like a drumbeat of survival, each heartbeat a reminder that you’re fighting for your very existence. 

Your trembling fingers close around your phone, its familiar weight a beacon of hope in this nightmarish landscape. But his grasp is unyielding, a malevolent force that hurls you back onto the unforgiving floor with cruel brutality. 

The impact sends shockwaves through your body, jolting your senses with a cascade of pain and disorientation. He looms over you, a monstrous figure, his presence casting a shadow that blots out all light. 

Your heart pounds like a drum within your chest, its frantic rhythm a symphony of fear. 

Desperation propels you to claw at the ground, your fingers grasping for your phone, for the lifeline that could bring salvation. 

Yet, your fingers brush against emptiness, as you eyeline your phone laying deep under the couch.

His hulking form descends upon you, a specter of nightmare comes to life. 

A predatory glint lights up his eyes, a malevolence that churns your stomach with a mixture of dread and revulsion. His voice, dripping with venom, pierces the air like a knife.

“I saw you with him,” he snarls, each word laced with a venomous hatred that seeps into your very bones. 

The spittle that splatters across your face becomes a grotesque symbol of his malevolent intentions. Your fingers curl into claws, a desperate attempt to fight back, to claw your way out of the abyss. 

But his weight presses you down, a crushing force that extinguishes your attempt at resistance. Panic surges within you, a torrent of helplessness that threatens to swallow you whole. 

The air thick with the stench of fear, a toxic cloud that wraps around you like a shroud.

“You are such a dirty whore. You think you can play house with him, and he can keep you safe?” he taunts you in a mocking tone, as he tries to pull down your tights. 

You claw your nails at him, like a mad feline, lashing at his jaw. 

With both your hands pinned over your head with one of his arms, he looks down at your body, trailing his free hand over it. His hand now finds your throat, as he slowly tightens his hold. 

You feel your throat constrict, and your sight becomes blurry and hazy.

For a moment, it feels futile to fight. 

You feel every part of your body soften and turn to jelly. 

You feel a heavy tiredness, and a part of you just wants to shut your eyes, and take it. 

But you want to be free and never experience this again.

With a surge of determination, you channel every ounce of your strength into a desperate bid for freedom. Your body tenses, muscles coiling like springs beneath your skin as you unleash a primal roar of defiance. 

Ignoring the pain that throbs through your body, you summon every shred of courage within you. 

Your arms become your weapons, your hands forging a path to liberation as you press against his one hand that seeks to imprison you. Your relentless struggles fractures his grip, and your heart swells with a glimmer of hope. 

Adrenaline courses through your veins, a fierce fire that burns away the tendrils of fear that have held you captive.

In a burst of defiance, you wrestle free, your fingers closing around his shirt with a desperate grip. The fabric bunches beneath your grasp as you pull him down toward you, your actions fueled by a surge of adrenaline and the ferocity of survival. 

The element of surprise is your ally, a fleeting moment when the tables turn and you seize control of the situation. 

A surge of power courses through your veins, an unexpected strength that defies the odds stacked against you. 

With every ounce of your being, you channel your resolve into a decisive move. Your body shifts, a controlled burst of momentum that propels you forward, your willpower colliding with his force. 

In a breathless moment, you roll over, your body pivoting with a grace born of desperation. 

Your position shifts, and now you’re on top of him, the dynamics of power inverted. 

His surprise is palpable, his eyes widening in a fleeting instant of uncertainty. You punch him in his gut, then jump up, gaining momentum, as you drive a knee down into his crotch. He lets out a strangled cry in pain, rolling over to his side into a fetal position as you gather to your feet and flee towards the hall where Jimin’s bedroom is.

With your heart pounding like a war drum, you sprint towards Jimin’s bedroom, the echoing footsteps of terror propelling you forward. 

The door swings open before you, a portal to potential salvation, and you rush inside without a second thought, leaving it ajar in your frantic haste. 

The scent of familiarity surrounds you, a stark contrast to the chaos that pursues you.

Your eyes lock onto the nightstand, your mind driven by a single purpose: locate the key. 

Every moment counts, your breaths coming in ragged bursts as you thrust your trembling hands beneath the pillow. 

In an almost surreal twist of fate, your fingers brush against cold metal, and your heart skips a beat in triumphant relief. The key is in your grasp, a tangible lifeline as you hurry to unlock the secrets held within the nightstand’s depths. 

You navigate the lock with shaking hands, each second an eternity as anticipation courses through you. 

The drawer yields its secrets, revealing the object you so desperately seek - a gun.

Your fingers close around it, the weapon a heavy comfort in your grip as your resolve hardens. A renewed sense of purpose surges within you, fueling your determination to protect yourself at all costs. 

The room pulses with tension, your breaths quick and shallow as you steel yourself for what’s to come.

As if fate is testing your limits, Hyun’s heavy panting fills the air, a chilling reminder of the threat that looms just beyond. Your fingers find the cool metal of the gun’s trigger, your knuckles white as you raise it, the weight of empowerment surging through you.

“Don’t come fucking closer!” your voice is raw with a mix of fear and defiance, your words a warning that reverberates in the tense silence. 

Your stance is resolute, your finger curling around the trigger as you slowly inch towards him, your eyes locked into his form with unwavering intensity.

In an unexpected twist, Hyun hesitates, his bravado crumbling in the face of the newfound strength you exude. His retreat mirrors your advance, the room shrinking as you force him to step back. 

The gun becomes an extension of your resolve, a symbol of your determination to reclaim control over your life. 

Guiding him out of the bedroom, you navigate the perilous path back to the living room, every step a testament to your resilience. The gun in your hand becomes more than just a weapon - it’s a reminder that you’re no longer a helpless victim. 

As the standoff continues, you stand your ground, a warrior ready to face whatever darkness dares to challenge you.

Amidst the charged atmosphere, a jarring thud disrupts the suffocating silence, shattering the fragile equilibrium. 

Your head jets in the direction of the sound, your heart lurching at the sight of Jimin standing amidst a sea of fallen groceries. 

His presence in the chaos, unexpected yet reassuring, sends a surge of emotions coursing through you. 

He’s here, a beacon of hope in the midst of turmoil.

Jimin’s eyes lock onto the scene before him - the tension between you and the intruder. 

He decides to draw his gun, with a mixture of urgency and determination raging within him. 

The pieces fall into place in his mind, understanding that this man is your tormentor, your pursuer. 

As the intruder makes a desperate dash towards you, Jimin’s instincts kick in. His fingers wrap around the cool metal of his gun, his movements swift and deliberate. 

The standoff reaches a new crescendo as you pivot, your gun and face now aimed at Hyun, the embodiment of your strength and resilience. Your words, dripping with venom, hold an air of conviction that cuts through the tension like a blade, “If you come fucking closer, I’ll shoot your dick off!”

Jimin’s voice, a soothing melody in the midst of the chaos, penetrates the chaos, an anchor of reason amidst the storm. 

“Calm down, Y/N,” he implores, the quiet command laced with a palpable yearning for your safety.

A twisted chuckle tugs at your lips, a response to the ironic absurdity of the situation. 

Your steps are measured, deliberate, as you move closer to the source of your pain, the symbol of your resilience unwavering. A battle of will unfolds between you and Jimin, your emotions caught in a tempest, trapped between your desire for justice and the instinct to protect.

“He fucking used me!” the words erupt from your lips, a raw admission of pain and betrayal that hangs heavily in the air. The tempest of emotions swirls around you, driving you forward, pushing you to confront the specter of your torment head-on. 

Jimin’s attempt to reach you echoes with a plea for caution, his words a lifeline of reason in the maelstrom, “Don’t do anything foolish.”

In this pivotal moment, the room holds its collective breath, each heartbeat echoing the fragile balance between redemption and retribution. 

The guns remain poised, a testament to the strength you’ve found within yourself and the unwavering support of the man who stands by your side.

Hyun’s defiance lingers in the air, an unsettling reminder of the darkness that once held you captive. His taunts, like poisoned arrows, aimed to pierce your resolve.

“Bitch,” his voice drips with venom, an attempt to goad you into reacting. 

Your fingers tighten around the gun, a response to the surge of anger that courses through you. 

The safety is released, the telltale click reverberating like a thunderclap in the charged atmosphere.

Jimin’s voice, a plea woven with concern, pierces through the turmoil. “Y/N,” he says, his tone a mixture of urgency and caution, a reminder that the path you’re treading is fraught with danger. 

He stands just a few steps away, a silent sentinel guarding your back, his unwavering presence a testament to the depth of his commitment.

Hyun’s attempt at taunting is met with a steely resolve that emanates from you. Your gaze doesn’t waver, your finger poised near the trigger. 

The dance of power unfolds between you and the man who once held power over you. Jimin, however, sees through the facade, his understanding of the situation cutting through the tension like a knife.

His movements, silent and precise, go unnoticed by Hyun in the midst of your standoff. 

In a deft maneuver, Jimin positions himself behind Hyun, his gun pressed firmly against the back of his head. The room becomes a battlefield of emotions - frustration, anger, and a burning desire for justice.

The command Jimin issues carries the weight of his frustration and anger. 

“Down on your knees,” his words drip with a raw intensity, a reflection of the turmoil that simmers beneath the surface. 

Hyun’s submission, a stark contrast to his earlier bravado, is a testament to the presence of the gun against his head and the authority in Jimin’s voice. He drops to his knees, a visual representation of the power shift that has occurred. 

Your gun remains trained on him, your resolve unbroken. A silent exchange between you and Jimin conveys a world of meaning. 

His eyes meet yours, a gesture that speaks volumes - hold your ground, maintain control.

As Jimin steps forward to secure Hyun with handcuffs, you keep your gun steady, your heart still pounding in your chest. 

The room is heavy with the residue of the confrontation, the air thick with the tension that had threatened to consume you. The moment is a testament to your strength, the bond between you and Jimin, and the indomitable spirit that refuses to be broken.

The wailing sirens cut through the tense atmosphere like a howl of relief. 

The arrival of the police is a bittersweet symphony, a reminder that safety is finally within grasp. 

Detective Yoongi storms in, his stern demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded. Yoongi’s eyes scan the scene, relief revident in the furrow of his brows as he takes in the sight of you and Jimin, physically unharmed but emotionally scarred by the encounter. 

You hand over the gun to him, the weight of it a tangible reminder of the power you had seized in the face of danger.

As a precautionary measure, the medics had arrived swiftly on the scene, their presence a testament to the urgency and concern that lingered in the air. 

Seokjin and Hoseok, driven by a mix of fear and friendship, surges forward to ensure your safety. Their worried expressions mirrored the collective anxiety that had gripped everyone in the aftermath of the harrowing encounter. 

With careful hands, Seokjin and Hoseok conducted a thorough assessment, their gentle touches juxtaposed against the backdrop of chaos. Their meticulous examination sought out any signs of harm, as if they could somehow erase the night’s horrors with their diligent care. 

The tension that had once gripped you so fiercely started to loosen its grip as their reassurances flowed like a healing balm. Their words were soothing, a gentle cadence of comfort that began to wash away the raw edges of fear. 

“You’re probably going to be sore tomorrow” they said, their voice a harmonious blend of empathy and concern. It was a spark reminder of the ordeal you had endured, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit even in the face of unspeakable terror.

Their presence, a reminder of the steadfast bonds that held you all together, breathed life into the room, drowning out the echoes of the night’s horrors. In their care examination, you found solace - a promise that even amidst the darkness, you were not alone. 

And as their expert touch confirmed that your injuries were, though painful, not life-threatening, a collective sigh seemed to sweep through the room.

As Jimin guides Hyun through the door, you can’t help but feel a wicked satisfaction bubbling beneath the surface. 

It’s a mix of elation and justification that swirls in the pit of your stomach, a sensation you’re not entirely accustomed to. 

Jimin’s words break the silence that has settled like a fog.

“You’re lucky, you know,” Jimin begins, his tone laced with a blend of exasperation and amusement. 

He drags Hyun across the lawn, the grass bearing witness to a moment that neither of you will ever forget, and out of your earshot. The glint of moonlight in Jimin’s eyes hints at the tension that still courses through him, mingling with the absurdity of the situation.

Hyun’s response is a manic laugh, a deranged symphony that echoes in the night. 

“How do you figure that?” he jeers, his voice a twisted melody that dances on the edges of madness.

“That she didn’t shoot your dick off,” Jimin retorts, his chuckle dripping with a twisted kind of humor. 

The words hang in the air, a mix of horror and comedy that paints a vivid picture of the potential consequences that action would have had. Although server, it would have been a comedic and deserved ending. 

There’s a mirthful glint in Jimin’s eyes, a glimpse of the darkness he’s willing to embrace for your shake. Jimin’s words were delivered with deadpan hilarity, a morbid jest that cut through the tension like a blade. 

The gallows humor was undeniable, a reminder that even in the face of darkness, a sliver of twisted amusement could still find its way through. 

Hyun’s own laughter, now tinged with a tint of unease, mingled with Jimin’s, a chorus of the deranged.

Author’s note: I don’t know what happened! I planned to write like 5K words to get back into writing and then boom 40K+ 😆I don’t really know how I feel about this story, but I wanted to post it because I finished something 🎉If it’s shit, I’m really sorry. Also, I just couldn’t decide which hair color to give Jimin, because I love all colors on him, so I settled with black 😊

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[blindmagdalena]

i read a fic recently where homelander is dating his psychiatrist or wants to date her i cant remember which it was but i wanted to see how you thought that relationship might playout

lol so funnily enough, the original concept for Eat Your Ego, Honey had Layla as Homelander’s therapist, not an escort. I think you can still see traces of that in the way I write her psychoanalyzing him, but ultimately I went with escort because it better fit the story and character I wanted to write. though I still slipped in her having majored in psychology.

as for the scenario itself, it’s something I toyed with last year behind closed doors with a friend. in my mind it’s very much a slow burn where Homelander is consistently pushing boundaries and gradually blurring the lines between what’s appropriate and what isn’t. it’s only natural, given his character, that anyone who takes on his emotional needs and challenges him in the way a therapist has to is going to become someone he’s overly reliant on. with how badly his wires are crossed, he is going to translate that to love.

it’s something i’m still interested in writing, but at this point it would probably have too much in common with EYE. maybe i’ll tackle it after i get some distance from that fic, who knows!

either way, it would be MUCH more of a physical slow burn and focus a lot more on tackling Homelander’s emotional damage over the intimacy challenges they confront in EYE. dig into that traumatic childhood. have stricter boundaries to overcome. i like the idea of a fic like this serving as a character study for Homelander first, and a romance second.

i’m torn on whether i’d write something like this as a reader fic or an oc fic. reader fic is great, but i often have trouble making firm characterization choices with a reader perspective.

anyways, thank you for asking! patient x therapist has always been one of my favorite fic tropes.

#i rp’d this ages ago with HB’s homelander before i fell off the face of the planet 😭 #if ur reading this hb i’m sorry and ilu #ask and you shall receive #darling anon #homelander x reader #homelander x oc

[joyliit]

Hiya! Welcome to my blog!

Last updated 4 April, 2024

Basic Shit:

I'm Alex, but I go by a variety of other names, such as Joy, Liit, Allen, Calxe, Sasha, Li, Alexandra, Dalisay, and Pelex.

I am an AFAB genderqueer (genderfluid & genderflux) teenager. Please do not send me any asks or DMs for money, sex, or romance.

Interests:

- Drawing

- Writing

- Alt Music

- Animation

- Languages

- Psychology

- Criminal law

- Fencing

- Taekwondo

- Overthrowing the government

- Medieval executions

- Reading random Wikipedia articles

- Cool plants (typically poisonous)

- My OCs (Please ask me about them I'm desperate)

Fandoms:

- The Amazing Digital Circus

- Avatar: The Last Airbender

- Brooklyn 99

- Bungo Stray Dogs

- The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

- Genshin Impact

- Hazbin Hotel

- Helluva Boss

- Honkai Starrail

- Magic and Mystery / Coil

- Murder Drones

- Percy Jackson (and related series)

- Project Sekai

- Strange the Dreamer / Muse of Nightmares

- Tales from the Stinky Dragon

Goals:

- A PHD in psychology

- A law degree

- A stable life (probably unattainable)

- Being multilingual

- Being a mildly successful author/animator/artist

Tags:

#Joy's art - I make something (not specifically drawing)

#Joy's asks - I answer asks

#Joy's bad spending habits - Things I want to buy

#Joy's confessions - I say silly (slightly embarrassing) things about myself

#Joy draws - I draw

#Joy's OCs - My original characters! Wether that be art, writing, or something that just seems like them to me

#Joy's glossary - Fun ways of using words and grammer because yes

#Joy's music - anything related to music

#Joy rants - I talk about stuff

#Joy's refs - anything I might use in the future for drawing or writing

#Joy's vengeance - I am angry about something and this helps

#Joy vents - I vent about negative shit that's happened

[Will probably add more in the future]

Blogs:

@joyliit is my main blog, where I reblog a lot of different things, such as art, political stuff (not often), memes, writing prompts, or other related things.

@thejoyofdeath is my more active side blog, where I post my own art, some stories, and occasionally a headcanon or two. I don't really use it for much else.

@justyourlocalzhonglisimp is my Genshin Impact focused sideblog, where I have many headcanons (mostly Raiden and Scaramouche), and sometimes art.

@sideblogsam is a sideblog purely used to spam on those posts that have stuff like "if this post gets 5k notes I'll walk to a nearby restaurant rather than eating cup noodles again".

Notable Mentions:

Though Tumblr is my most active (and the best social media platform), I also have accounts on a couple other social sites.

@ ca.lxe is my Instagram, though it is completely empty at the moment.

@ JoyLiit and @ Alien.Allen are my YouTube channels, though, completely empty as well.

u/justyourlocalal is my reddit user.

If you read through this whole thing I'd like to thank you for your time and wish you a good day/night.

#blog intro

[by-glass-and-waves]

Intro post time :o

Hi I'm Glass, a 29yo gender nonconforming female (she/her) with ADHD. I spend way too much time with worldbuilding or story ideas or exploring themes. I'd enjoy building/upgrading my computers if I had the money for it heh heh. I also find driving (without traffic or a ton of stoplights) while listening to music super relaxing.

I really like to draw/write about Narinder/The One Who Waits 🙃

I've got four Cult of the Lamb AUs/storylines on a sliding scale of dark to lighthearted:

Depression Quest (fic, cw: abuse, self harm, depression)

The Courtship of the God of Death (fic, cw: unhealthy/toxic relationship, obsession, jealousy, manipulation, violence, gore, emotional/psychological abuse)

Restart (cw: violence, gore)

19th Century AU

More on the AUs below the cut

Interests: Cult of the Lamb, Final Fantasy IX, Neon Genesis Evangelion, No Man's Sky, Rune Factory 4/5, Skyrim, Fallout New Vegas/4, Nier Replicant/Automata, pre-Destiny Bungie lore + Destiny's Book of Sorrows and a few other bits + Halo's Forerunner Trilogy

My name comes from something I wrote for my oc worldbuilding project:

He pressed against the glass of time, feeling it crack beneath his fingers. He stepped into the tides of space, seeing the water part for his feet. … He broke through the glass, looked down at them again. … He swam through the rising tides to a new world.

Depression Quest:

My very First Idea™ for Cult of the Lamb. It follows the canon ending of Lamb conquering The One Who Waits. Essentially, the Lamb turns Narinder into a trophy husband, and Narinder does not have a good time.

This is my darkest au and includes things such as abuse, self harm, depression, etc. My favorite thing is the fact that Ratoo and Narinder eventually become friends. I've written a chapter but the fic won't be updated often. Tag: #cotl depression quest

The Courtship of the God of Death:

This is the fic I've published on AO3. Follows the alternate ending of The One Who Waits regaining the Red Crown and his freedom, but instead of sacrificing the Lamb, he accepts their proposal to become his Consort and rule over the Cult by his side. He enjoys his victory, deals with the Lamb's affection for him, and processes what happened between he and his siblings.

It starts out lighthearted, then becomes a descent into darker themes such as obsession, jealousy, manipulation, emotional/psychological abuse, and the toxic relationship between the Lamb and Narinder. It also includes some violence and gore. It borrows some stuff from Depression Quest, and involves the majority of my headcanons/worldbuilding. Tag: #cotl courtship

Restart:

Follows the alternate ending of The One Who Waits sacrificing the Lamb and regaining the Red Crown. He gets bored and decides to time/worldjump to another version of The Lands of the Old Faith, replacing Ratau/the Lamb as the crusader against the Bishops. Too bad he's a thousand years out of practice.

This is more slice of life and includes Narinder and Lamb arguing like a married couple but there's some drama in there. It does include violence and gore since Narinder does have to go on his Crusades and fight his siblings. This one does not have a fic written, it's more ideas I've doodled. Well, I did have a chapter written, but it may be posted as a separate piece instead.

tl;dr Narinder goes New Game+ and becomes the player character (but he really sucks at it). Tag: #cotl restart

19th Century AU:

Created after watching of Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, and Emma. It follows Prince Narinder of the Kingdom of the Old Faith Amenthes, investor of Ratau and Ratoo Trading Company, who has just moved into Acheron Estate. He bumps into the Lamb by chance while meeting with Ratau, and hires her as his servant after being intrigued by her fiery personality.

It's a slice of life and is a silly, self-indulgent AU written as if it was a screenplay. Maybe I'll post the scenes on AO3 even though they're out of order. Tag: #cotl 19th century AU

Also made a concept playlist (ask box post with song list, WIP) on the AUs because I'm absolutely nuts

I've also written mad ideas and wrote a few bits on an OC worldbuilding thing I've had since like 2010 or something no idea if people might be interested in it and it's as convoluted as the Kingdom Hearts series soooo Tag: #three kids and their pet ghost

#intro post #cotl 19th century au #cotl courtship #cotl restart #cotl depression quest #three kids and their pet ghost #introduction #introductory post #pinned post #pinned intro #blog intro

[your-old-sins-tournament]

12 YEAR OLD OCS; SIDE B

Pink [@somebodytolove31] (she/her or he/him)

Okey so basically I created her for a superhero school roleplay I had with friends, her tragic backstory is that her father is a deadbeat but is also a hero, he got Pink's mom pregnant and then told her if she ever approached him he would kill her. Pink had a nice life with her single mom until the mom got sick and decided to go to Hero, thinking maybe he would have a bit of compassion, needless to say he didn't and followed through his promise. Pink saw all of this and now it's her life's purpose to kill him, even if it kills her.

I recently refound the roleplay and decided to develop the character on her own, I may have changed the setting and her gender and other shit, but I've decided to not touch her backstory or her character arc where she starts making friends and realizes there's a lot more to life than just revenge (she still gets his dad arrested, but that's a long story)

Oh yeah did I mention she can turn into a wolf? She can turn into a wolf

Anyway please vote for her

Erin [@silveredcircuitry] (she/her)

Snarky and ridiculously overpowered illusionist who got captured by an evil organization for an unclear reason and by means that didn't make much sense because they required her powers not work on the people capturing her. That doesn't matter though because the entirety of the plot I actually figured out was just an excuse for her to cause problems and fuck with people psychologically.

Had a thing with making finger guns that would shoot out illusory (but still pretty painful) bullets and smoke. She is part of me wanting to draw finger guns so badly that I actually learned bits and pieces of how to draw hands.

Her sense of fashion was just an amalgamation of a bunch of things I found neat but also easy to draw at the time, including a bandanna around her neck and a bag shaped like a lime slice (some kind of citrus anyway). I didn't even have especially interesting taste in my current opinion. I did not draw her in evil government prison but my mental image of her is only in her street clothes and i think my idea of it was she just got dumped in a cell in whatever she was wearing when they kidnapped her lmao.

I'm genuinely a little tempted to redesign her as a character in a superhero or "one weird power per person" setting, with the finger gun gimmick as a necessary thing for targeting. And also push her fashion sense a bit further.

Anyway if nothing else you gotta give her props for having a fingergun motif and not being like. a pyromancer or anything that could make her physically do that. And also the mind games and teaching me how to draw hands :)

#bracket tournament #polls #ocs #ocs you made when you were 12 tournament #old sins #side b #pink #erin

[victimsofyaoipoll]

Round 2

Propaganda under the cut

Erina Pendleton

Erina is SO MUCH MORE than just a "Generic Love Interest" that was brought in the story to continue the bloodline after everything that happens (and it's made abundantly clear time and time and TIME AGAIN that she means everything to Jonathan, to a point that she was his exact reason to standing up against Dio for the first time) but without fail she's only ever allowed to be the supportive best friend. Or a wingman for Jonathan and whoever he's being shipped with. Or simply supposed to sit there and allow her husband to have a male lover (the amount of posts I've seen of ppl using the excuse that 'it was very common back in the Victorian Era for men to keep male lovers that their wives were aware of and quietly accepted so it isn't a stretch to say that Erina and Jonathan wouldn't be the same--especially given how progressive she's written". Or of course my favorite when they completely erase her from the narrative and pretends she doesn't exist Jonathan's got their son for some reason, but nope she ain't there! 

a lot of times ppl who ship her CANON HUSBAND jonathan joestar with speedwagon will put her on the back burner of HER OWN CANON RELATIONSHIP in favor of propping up jonawagon, to the point where 90% of the archive for jonawagon/jonawagon(eri) is either erina giving jonathan and speedwagon consent to be happy together while she acts like a #LoveIsLove wingman OR they'll have the audacity to write fics where erina comforts speedwagon at HER HUSBAND'S FUNERAL

Our hero’s hot wife who was the first (and arguably) only person to give him the emotional support he needed. She’s the only person who never expects him to fulfill some mythical role, she just loves him for who he is. She’s been his best friend and the love of his life since he was 12 years old. When it comes to hero/sidekick ship, she’s forced to be a wing woman for her own husband, either nobly letting him go or peacefully agreeing to an open relationship but only for him!!! She gets nothing out of it, she’s just a good Victorian wife who is “ahead of her time”. Usually, just so she can provide a womb so that the hero/sidekick can be dads and she can conveniently be offscreen. OR she’s written as a lesbian in order to completely and “justifiably” take her out of the equation but there’s a.) no other woman in her vicinity to even ship her with b.) there’s vaguely some faceless, nameless woman we’re meant to assume she’s pursuing, not even a real OC for her.

Alana Bloom

she kissed will graham in s1 and dated hannibal in s2 so you can imagine how bad the fandom is to her. fun fact she's in a canon lesbian relationship now tho <3

The show literally does the yaoi treatment of victimisation for the benefit of the male leads to her. And then the fandom mistreats her

I'm not sure if this even counts but...Literally a victim of Yaoi along with several other characters in-series, but she got it almost the worst. The entire show is just people dying because the two male leads are OBSESSED with each other and can't be normal about anything. Alana Bloom, actual PhD of psychology and consultant to the FBI, got kissed by one guy, fucked and fed people-meant by the other, and pushed out a window by the murder husbands' forced-surrogate daughter. Like. Actual victim of several crimes caused by yaoi. She's probably one of the few examples of a Yaoi Victim overcoming and evolving past her yaoi-related trauma into a stronger person/character, though: She gets an entire character overhaul and a hot, millionairess for a wife. She kills a man with an eel. She becomes head of the BSHCI, effectively putting her in complete power over her jackass cannibal ex-bf. She does quite well. Unfortunately, the rest of her screen time is spent trying not to get killed in the ongoing fallout of Hannibal and Will's fucked up courtship, but hey. Can't have everything. I don't even know if I'm saying anything valid here: the fandom loves her, but I supposed her position outside of the Hannigram relationship relegates her to a non-subject in a lot of Hannigram-focused fanwork. She's an 'obstacle' to their relationship only in the sense that Will had a crush on her once that went nowhere and Hannibal started an actual relationship with her SPECIFICALLY to piss off Will. I guess she's also a more literal obstacle as Hannibal's jailer and Will's friend who's constantly pointing out to him that Morals exist and he should try having some of those, maybe.

#round 2 #poll #erina pendleton #jjba #jjba part 1 #jojo's bizarre adventure #alana bloom #hannibal #nbc hannibal

[shelbgrey]

Love at first sight(Derek Shepherd)

Request: a special request from my buddy @zaidatorcuatomorgado

A/n: thank you so much for the request and Happy early birthday and I hope you enjoy ❤️

A/n #2: there's an OC, the first one I've made in my writing then the main character is a real person, so show her some love.

Greys MasterList

What is love? Or more specifically love at first sight. If you ask me, there is such a thing as love at first sight. People may think it's cliche or a waste of time, but I'm guessing those same people have never experienced it. And then according to psychology, love at first sight means that you and your partner may think you fell in love immediately because of the way you feel about each other months or years later. Psychology believes that love at first sight can be a positive thing.

Then you got true love. Now if you ask me this concept actually exists but according to the dictionary it means this. True love means that you have an unwavering, unbreakable and unparalleled fondness and devotion for your partner. It's also defined by an emotional as well as physical connection with him or her that runs immeasurably deep, and life without your significant other would be practically unthinkable.

--------( 1st pov )--------

The trip from Spain to Seattle was different and unheard of for me to say the least. That being said, it was nerve wracking when my destination was complete. The beauty of the hospital made me as nervous as I wanted in the waiting room. There was nothing to really be worried about, a hospital is supposed to be a safe place, but being someplace new was just scary in itself.

I waited for a few more minutes and as I did it didn’t take long to notice how attractive all the doctors were.

Next thing I knew two female doctors in light blue scrubs came up to me. One was a blonde girl and the other was Asian with dark curly hair. The blonde silently led me to an examination room for the check-up I was scheduled to have. Before the two interns informed me that the doctor on my case would be in soon the darked haired intern forced a smile and said her good-byes before leaving me in the room with the blonde one. She looked over the chart silently as I nervously sat there. I wanted to know what she was thinking, I hoped it was nothing bad. My imagination ran away with me even though I came here for a simple check-up.

The intern sighed and set the medical chat down. “Okay, Dr. Shepherd will be here soon to give you your check-up” she said the doctor’s name in such a disappointing way. Like saying his name left a bitter taste in her mouth.

--------( Derek's pov)--------

I sighed as I watched all the new residents pass by in their orange scrubs. No one was particularly on board with the hospital merger, but then I could really care less right now. All I knew is I had a patient, it was the first one since I became Chief and I was relieved to do something that wasn’t paperwork.

I walked up to the nurses station where Dr. Cullen was. She was a nurse and one of my closest friends. Me and her have known each other since we were kids and then she met Mark through me. The two were dating but right now that wasn’t important.

“Please tell me you have my patient's chart” I said hoping she got it from meredith. I felt bad for making her my messenger but it's better if I avoided Meredith at all cost.

“Her name is Zaida,” she said, handing me the patient's chart. I looked over it real quick then closed it. “Do you want to tag along?”

She put her book down and set up. “Sure, it's a standardized check-up right?” she asked me.

“She has a medical history involving a Surgery to the left foot but there’s not much information on her…I want to do a full work up to be sure” I explained as we walked down the hallway to the examination room she was in.

“Okay” she responded and opened the door where the patient was. She looked up at the sound of the door opening. When she looked at me I swear she was the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.

--------(1st pov)--------

I looked up and saw a handsome doctor with dark hair and Blue eyes. He smiled and closed the door. My cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he got closer.

“Hello, I'm Dr. Derek Shepherd” he held his hand out. I placed my small hand in his nervously. As cliche as it sounds I truly felt a spark once my hand met his. Nervously I pulled away.

“H-hey, im Zaida” I smiled shyly.

He handed the chart to the nurse that walked in with him then walked to the other side of the bed. “Hey Zaida, so we're just gonna check over a few things and we’ll go from there” he smiled and put his stethoscope on. My breath hitched the closer he got to me and my anxiety spiked. When he placed the diaphragm on my chest my heart started moving faster than a weed eater. He stopped for a second and looked at me with kind eyes.

“You okay?” he asked. I silently nodded not believing he was this close to me.

“There's no need to be nervous,” he said smiling. I smiled back, slightly calming down. He was someone I felt like I could be safe with. Even if I just met him I knew I could trust him.

After Derek and the nurse checked my blood pressure and heart he looked over my chart once more. I felt nervous as he continued to read.

“So Zaida, your chart says you had a surgery on your left foot a few years ago” I nodded nervously. As he got closer to my left foot I started to shake. He stopped and looked at me with kind eyes as I looked everywhere but him.

“Dr. Cullen will you please go get the OR prepped for my surgery” she looked up from my chart and set it down next to him. “Sure”

Once she was gone he looked at me and smiled softly. His kind blue eyes and smile made me calm down a bit. “Do you mind if I look?” he asked softly.

I just nodded and started my hands as they rested in my lap. As he looked at the scar on my left foot I felt tears prick my eyes. He must have heard it or something because he stopped suddenly and was by my side in seconds as i started to cry.

At first he didn’t know what to do but then he gently pulled me to his chest and hugged me as I let the tears freely fall. “It's okay,” he whispered. I calmed down a bit and just rested my head on his chest.

“It's just…it happened a little while ago but when I got the surgery it was horrible and then i couldn’t get pain killers and…” she took a deep breath trying to calm down. “I'm just nervous”

He gently pulled me away and held my face in his hands. “You're okay, there’s nothing to be ashamed of…everyone has scars” he said gently wiping the tears away. I smiled softly and nodded.

Suddenly my pager went off. I sighed when I saw it was Meredith. I put it in my pocket and focused all my attention on Zaida. “Thank you” she said softly. Her voice was truly sweet and I could listen to it all day. I don’t know why but she made me feel something I never felt before. I moved closer to her but i quickly jumped back and so did she as Dr. Cullen opened the door suddenly with Mereidth behind.

“Dude it's your patience coded, he needs surgery now” she said. I stood up and looked at the two girls. “Go get him in OR-3 and prep him” I told Dr. Cullen and Meredith. Cullen took off in a flash but Meredith stayed put. I rolled my eyes as she stared at the room pissed off.

“Now Dr. Grey!” she sighed and took off.

I sighed then turned back to Zaida. I sat on her bed and slowly took her hand. “I want you to come back tomorrow…after the information you told me I just want to check a few more things to make sure your okay”

she nodded and I quickly gave her a kiss on the check before leaving for the sudden surgery I had to do.

When I got to the OR I quickly scrubbed in with Dr. Cullen as she was my scrub nurse. “How's Zaida?” she asked. She chuckled as she noticed the slight tint in my cheeks at the mention of her name. “Aw you got a crush” she smiled.

“Anyway” I said, cutting her off. “I think she's okay, she's coming back tomorrow for a follow up” I said. She raised an eyebrow.

“Wouldn't it be easier to just ask her out on a date?” She laughed, I nudged her as we walked into the OR for the surgery.

--------( ....... )--------

After the surgery I walked to the front of the hospital. I couldn’t help but think about Zaida as I got ready to call it a night. As I rounded the corner I was surprised to see Zaida and Dr. Cullen talking in the waiting room.

“Do you know a cheap place to stay around her?” she asked Dr. Cullen. “You don’t live around here?” Dr. Cullen asked softly.

“I'm from Spain” Zaida responded. Dr. Cullen smiled and nodded. It warmed my heart to see the two getting along. Dr. Cullen is my best friend so it was extremely important to me that she likes Zaida.

“Well the closest hotel is-” I cut Dr. Cullen off and sat on the other side of Zaida. “She can stay with us”

“I can?” Zaida said nervously. “She can?” Dr. Cullen said with a smirk. I nudged her foot and continued to talk. “She came a long way, there's no reason to stick her in those shady hotels”

She looked at me and smiled. “Thank you so much” she blushed.

Dr. Cullen stood up and stretched. “Well, i'll go find Mark and well meet you at home”

Zaida looked between us with a shy but jealous look. “You guys live together?”

“Derek built a big house a while back and me and my fiance live with him, we're best friends and I'm engaged to his other best friend” Dr. Cullen smiled.

I felt a little bit of pride that she felt jealousy but then again she shouldn't feel that way. Not in a million years would I date Cullen, she was practically my little sister.

After Zaida and Cullen left for my house I had to go back to my office for one more thing. As I retrieved what I needed I was cornered in the Elevator.

“Who’s the girl?” Meredith asked.

I sighed and looked forward. “Nothing for you to be concerned about”

Meredith rolled her eyes. “It's concerning that your falling for a patient”

The elevator dinged and I quickly exited the small box. “Good-bye”

--------(the next morning, 1st pov )--------

The next morning Derek got called in early so Dr. Cullen drove me to the hospital. After we got there Cullen waited with me in the examination room. We talked occasionally and as we did she taught me how to make an origami heart. After I successfully made a heart Derek walked in with a bright smile. “Good morning,” he smiled.

“Hola” Dr. Cullen said not looking up from the paper bird she was making. “Hey” I said softly.

Derek looked over the chart in silence for a few seconds before checking my heart rate. As he did it increased like the last time.

“Okay…” he mumbled softly then turned to Dr. Cullen. “Cullen can you please check on the patient in room 237”

Dr. Cullen looked at him then at me with a sly smile. She nodded as she put the origami bird on his head on her way out. “Have fun,” she teased.

I looked down in embarrassment as Derek playfully threw the paper bird towards her and the door she was leaving from.

“So how are you feeling today?” he smiled as he looked at the origami heart I made a couple of minutes prior.

“Good” I softly responded as he held the red paper heart in his hand. “That's cool,” he smiled, referring to the piece of paper.

“Dr. Cullen taught me how to make them this morning,” I explained. “I-umm..made it for you” I said carefully, afraid of his reaction. He reacted the exact opposite, he smiled big and put it in the pocket of his white coat.

“How about we talk more tonight, is that okay?” he asked after he did his standard check up.

--------( ....... )--------

Later that night me and Derek were left alone in his home. Dr. Cullen and Mark had left to hang out with a few other friends which made the house a lot quieter than it was the night before. After dinner we both decided to watch a movie but after a while we both got bored and got to talking. He told me about his divorce with Addison and how she slept with Mark. he explained how it made him feel then told me about the time Dr. Cullen and Mark got together and how long it took him to accept it. It took him a while but he then slowly opened up about Meredith.

“Enough about me, tell me about yourself” he smiled.

Him spilling his heart out to me gave me confidence to open up to him. It was only fair, right? “Umm…where do I start” I chuckled. “ I'm from Petrer... It's in Spain. Umm, my favorite sport is karate, I practiced since I was 4 years old until I was 11. It was really exciting even though I had a bad foot that was years before I had surgery on my left foot. the first time I was left with an Orange belt. Then my medical problem on My left foot started.”

Derek turned towards me and continued to listen.

“My medical problems in my left foot began when I was a newborn baby because of a doctor who is at the Elda hospital called Dr. Cifuentes because he wanted me to be born with my left foot turned towards a side and in the hospital of Alicante. In March 2015 they had to operate on me. I was hospitalized for 1 month and it was difficult for me to walk and it was the worst day of my life.” as I explained I started to tear up.

“they put stitches on me that only fell off and I only cried in pain and they did not give me painkillers but in the end my days for my left foot to improve I always make an effort to keep my foot going well, but if it goes badly, I have no idea if they are going to have to operate on my left foot again, so since my rehabilitator completely screwed up”

I looked at him a softly smiled. “I then realized what I really want is to become nurse and physiotherapist”

He listened intently the entire time. He stared at me like he was holding on to every word, and I believed that. Everything about him seemed to be perfected. Honestly it didn’t matter that we just met, but I was infatuated and in love with Derek Shepherd. As I started to cry softy he gently took my hand and laced his fingers with mine. I comfortably moved to his side and rested my head on his shoulder as I slowly claimed down.

“I know we just met and all but, I really like you” he mumbled into my hair.

I slowly looked up at him with doe eyes. I don't know where the confidence came from but I answered with a quick kiss. “I feel the same”

He leaned down and softly kissed me. “Good”

As he stared at me with his blue eyes a knew everything would be okay.

#Derek shepherd #Derek shepherd stories #Derek shepherd x reader #Derek shepherd imagines #Patrick Dempsey #Patrick Dempsey x reader #Greys #Greys anatomy imagines #Grey Sloan memorial hospital #Meredith grey #Mark Sloan #Greys anatomy x reader #Dr. Shepherd

[garnettfox]

Miracubots AU: Bits and Pieces

Thought about doing a vague timeline for the AU, but this one was niggling at me more.

So I've detailed about the main Rescuebots, but what about the others and the Autobots? Mostly the main Rescuebots want them to STAY. OFF. GRIFFIN. ROCK. They are having a rough enough time with just the four of them, they don't need to be worrying about other Cybertronians getting Akumatized. Hightide is mostly the one taking care of that. The moment he get's told about Swallowtail he pretty much goes 'Welp, I'm staying out to sea because I'd be a weekly Akuma' And agrees to help wrangle the other Bots and especally Optimus to keep them off the island, and offers his ship for the others to come to, to let off steam without worrying about Akumas. We've actually joked that he pulls a Swerve and just opens a fucking bar XD

I vaguely made mention of my OC Dusk who's this universe's Evilistrator and becomes Graham's boyfriend, he also has a little sister Claire who's the OC of my friend @beesquared whom I made this AU with. We go back and forth on it quite a bit because we play about with different versions of this AU but we typically agree. Dusk ends up with the Rooster Miraculous becoming Asmodeus and Claire the mouse becoming Pinkie.

Taking some Inspiration from Lady Luck, the Miraculous if you hold them for long enough have a physical and minor psychological effect on the holders. Not much but enough that if you know what's happening it's pretty obvious. The physical is pretty much just that no matter what the animal related to your miraculous is, you end up growing fangs. Even the Kwami don't know why and are confused when this ends up being true for the bots as well.

Food cravings relating to your Miraculous also start to happen. Cody develops one hell of a sweet tooth thanks to Tikki, and discovers he's gotten a taste for rarer meat as Ladybugs are voracious predators. Frankie and Plagg bonding over using science to make more camenbert and her also developing a hunger for meet, Doc Greene (Who despite not getting a Miraculous is let in on the secret) has to stop keeping mice in the lab for experaments because it is a constant test of Frankie's will power. Chase's to.

Chief, Kade and Graham end up developing a slight aversion to meat. Not too much in Chief and Graham's case as horse and goat meat are hard to get, though Graham can't stomach goat milk, and find themselves drawn more to vegetarian options. Poor Kade though starts getting nauseous at just the smell of beef cooking and the family agrees to stop stocking cow milk completely. Dani is just laughing at them slavoring anything she can get away with in honey

The bots *also* develop cravings, mostly for meat as most of them are carnivores, though Boulder when he's using his holoform is usually happily noshing on mushrooms and the vegetarian options the family starts having.

Other ways the Miraculous effects them, Cody and Dani end up accidentally making a flower garden together, they both enjoy unwinding by taking care of it, though Cody trys to make sure he never does it on an empty stomach as the aphids on the flowers look....*way* too tempting when he's hungry.

Graham starts chewing on anything and everything, especally when thinking, to the point where exasperated with him destorying some of his paint brushes Dusk as a joke gets him some baby's teething toys...Only to notice it's actually helping Graham and more seriously getting him chewlery he can wear all the time.

Other effects are a bit more subtle, Kade snorting like a bull when angry, Dani having the urge to move constantly when she's trying to explain or give someone directions.

And others are the bots literally starting to purr (Heatwave) Yipp (Blades) or snort (Boulder) when happy and hiss (Chase) when upset/stressed. Chase get's whammyed by Sass's miraculous quite a lot, if the familys ever on the beach and not on a rescue, Chase will just flop on the sand and bask for a while. And when he starts getting grumpy in winter the other bots set up sun lamps for him.

The snake miraculous literally gave the guy seasonal affective disorder.

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