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I don’t want to do this anymore, how do I stop feeling sad with no reason?

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A Good Man - Chapter 2

explicit, 2256 words

Part 1

He was a different man when he was fucking. A big part of his dorkiness diminished to a few cute but still hot facial expressions when things went too intense for him – while making room for and accentuating his dangerous air touched with craziness.

He took her to his bedroom and told her how he wanted to do it. The pace, the roughness, and the position. There was very little room for discussion since she was more than willing to do every single one of them, and maybe even more.

His patience took its course sooner than she expected but no sooner than her own. When he finally pushed himself inside her, her underwear was still hanging from one ankle, and his jeans were only halfway down. His bed was either very old or very poor quality – it creaked so loud with their movement that she could hear them over the sounds of her own loud whimpers she couldn’t keep in and the groans he let out right inside her ear.

Unlike her, he could talk as he fucked. He praised her and, funnily enough, himself too. He openly admitted his enjoyment, unashamedly begged, and encouraged her to hurt him even more when she started clawing his bare shoulders mindlessly. What surprised her were the possessive phrases he said that sounded like threats rather than romantic mutterings but managed to leave her wetter and warmer between her legs and finally caused her walls to clench on him.

He wanted to bite her, she could tell. The kisses he left on her neck and breasts started to involve more and more teeth, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave even gentle ones. She wanted to encourage him but her stupid brain couldn’t form intelligible words. She tried to urge him with her movements but he didn’t even notice. Finally, she sank her own teeth into his neck – to show him that she was okay with it and sucked a neat bruise, and he suddenly came with a muffled groan.

She ran her fingers on his dimples – he was smiling now and staring at her triumphantly. Maybe he was going to send her back to the streets now that he was done with her. She had to find a way to make him let her stay. She could come a few weeks later claiming to be pregnant – that’d be ingenious, proving it with fake reports and doctors, forcing him to spend time with her. She could move in for real. She could even persuade him to–

“Marry me.”

“Aaah, what?”

He got off her and lay on his side, head propped on his elbow. “We should marry. Then you can stay in the states as long as you want.”

She should have asked something else from the universe – he was making this so easy for her. Uncannily easy. She tried not to jump on this opportunity. She had to think what a normal person, no matter how hopeless they were, would do in a situation like this. If one had nowhere to go, had no money, was an illegal alien and a devastatingly beautiful but a little unhinged man, who also was a great lay, asked them to marry him, what would they do?

“I can’t,” she whispered but couldn’t hide her happiness. “I can’t let you do something like that.”

“I want to do this.”

“Adrian, sham marriages are illegal. We could both go to jail for this.” There. That was the right thing to say. Being Peacemaker’s friend, he’d want to prove himself and show that he wasn’t afraid of breaking the law.

Something flicked behind his gaze. “Uhm. It doesn’t have to be a sham. We’ll live together. I like you. We’ll do this regularly, won’t we?”

“I guess,” she said. It was good sex. The intensity and his possessiveness had scared her a little, even though they were the reason for the good aspect of the sex.

“I can take care of you, protect you.”

She couldn’t hold back her quiet laughter. “Adrian, you’re a busboy,” she said and immediately regretted it. She was slipping, his earnestness made her forget her role.

He didn’t look taken aback, bothered, or even insulted in the least. “So what? I don’t pay rent anyway. I’m going to pay the same bills for electricity and other stuff. It’s just another plate on the table. And you need some clothes and some girls’ stuff, which I can afford.”

He got up without waiting for her response and went to the bathroom. Soon, she heard splashes of water, he must have been taking a shower. What kind of weirdo would offer marriage right after sex and then shower without waiting for the answer?

He came back – hair wet and with a towel wrapped around his waist. “I drew you a bath. I don’t know if you prefer showers but I think a bath would be better for warming up.”

Oh. A bath. For her. “I think I’m already warm now, but I’d love a bath.”

“I left you a towel and a toothbrush.”

“Oh,” she said this time aloud. “Thank you.”

“I put your clothes in the dryer. You mind wearing mine? You can wear my teal sweater. You’d look great in teal.”

She didn’t know what to say. Thank you, that, she said repeatedly. But what else?

“I’ll heat up some soup for you. What you ate at the restaurant wasn’t enough.”

“You don’t have to do that,” she said, trying to wrap the sheets around her naked body. She didn’t feel comfortable anyway, but if he had some protective instincts regarding her, it was best to create an image of a shy woman.

He smiled. Every time he smiled, she counted more dimples and freckles on his face. “Anything for my future wife.”

“Adrian, I didn’t say yes.”

There. There it was, he wasn’t normal. It was only for a second, but she’d seen the dangerous glint in his eyes. It vanished as quickly as it appeared. “Why?”

“It’s a big decision. You want us to be a real married couple,” she said, still struggling with the sheets.

“Do you want to break the law?” he asked, his tone harsh.

“N-no, of course not. But–I need to think. It’s all so sudden.”

“Oh. Okay, think while you’re in the tub, then. The offer is only on the table for tonight.”

“Why?”

“It’s my offer, I don’t have to explain.” A smile played on his lips, though it wasn’t playful.

At that moment, she was vulnerable. She had no weapons and was armed with only perfunctory training in martial arts. Adrian was ripped. He must have been spending all his spare time in the gym – few men would be comfortable with their bodies next to Peacemaker. She had to say yes anyway, but what then?

She got up, dropped the sheets and walked up to him. He stood motionless and watched her through his lashes as she rose on her toes and gave him a soft kiss. 

“Why don’t you help me wash my back while I consider your offer?”

***

Adrian was about to take his twenty-minute break. He was going to spend all twenty minutes of his break sitting in his car and just thinking how amazing his life was now. He had a wife. A wife, and only his. She was waiting for him at his apartment. How amazing it had been all week. Every day when he’d come, she’d been there.

Yesterday, he found her asleep on the couch under the soft blanket – all warm and fuzzy. She looked at him with sleepy eyes and smiled when he kissed her cheek. They sat down for dinner and he watched her eat. And then afterward, he forced her to watch him eat her out in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom. Whenever she closed her eyes or looked away from the mirror, he pulled his head back. “It’s too much,” she complained again and again, and Adrian told her that was the point, nipping at her inner thighs. 

She went out and got herself some clothes before the courthouse wedding, but at home, she wore his clothes and he loved seeing her in them. He loved watching her sleep and eat and brushing her teeth. She was always at home and he loved it. His wife.

Sex was getting better and better. He found out that she begged easily, and he gave her plenty of reasons to do so. His pretty stray cat. He was never going to let her go.

 Someone punched the car window and yelled at him to return to work. His break wasn’t over yet, but he wasn’t annoyed. Nothing could annoy him anymore. He couldn’t take out his Vigilante suit to do his routine patrolling for a week now to keep his identity safe – even that wasn’t enough to dampen his good mood.

On his way back home, he thought about what he would do with her. Maybe she could be more open to experimenting tonight. Or they could just curl up on the couch and watch whatever she wanted. He liked keeping her happy, warm, and safe. She purred when she was happy, it’d become his favorite sound in the world.

He was greeted with a kiss and a warm meal. She was more curious now, always asking what he liked. His favorite food, TV show, hobbies (that one led to a string of lies) and friends.

“I didn’t know you were friends with Peacemaker,” she said, obviously surprised.

“You know Peacemaker?”

“Yes. I mean, who doesn’t? He made the news several times. He’s a bit racist, isn’t he?”

“No! Him? No. He’s wonderful. I mean, he is great. We’re not very close but, you know, I don’t have many friends.”

She had a weird expression on her face, he hated when people looked at him like that. 

“Am I going to meet him?”

“Hmm? Why? Why would you wanna meet him?”

“I don’t know, shouldn’t I meet your friends? At least for the Green Card interview?”

“I guess,” he said. He didn’t want to talk about Chris. She did have to meet him eventually, but it was still too soon – he wanted her all to himself, at least for the first couple of weeks.

Her hand was stroking his thigh absentmindedly rather than seductively. He put his own hand on hers and stopped the motion. She looked at him, with surprise, he guessed. “Something wrong?” she asked.

“Hmm. No. Nothing’s wrong. I’m too tired.”

She reached up, stretching her neck and kissed his cheek, letting her lips linger on his skin. It felt nice, but something was wrong. Usually, he couldn’t notice these kinds of things, and when he did, he couldn’t care less. But compared to their first time, her movements felt practiced, planned and calculated. 

He pulled back and smiled at her as he didn’t want to be rude. This could be all his imagination – after all, he wasn’t the best at recognizing tension. “I’m really tired, even breathing hurts my muscles.”

“Oh. You need a massage!” She didn’t need to be so cheerful about it.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he said when she started rubbing his shoulders. His muscles were fine anyway but still, free massage.

Apart from his moans, they were silent as she continued rubbing his shoulders and neck. After a while, she spoke. “This is nice. It’s nice, isn’t it?” She took his grunt as an acceptable response. “I wasn’t sure about this, getting married to a perfect stranger. But turns out it’s what you are, perfect.”

He was a sucker for praise, and being called perfect would usually gave him an erection in a couple of seconds only but right now, he was almost drowning in some other kind of pleasure. His eyelids closed on their own accord and he relaxed completely. Her hands were so, so gentle but also applied pressure when needed.

“A week ago, I was homeless and didn’t know where to go or what to do. Now, I feel safer and warmer than ever. I really like your company, and I think this could work out.”

That was good. She now started massaging his scalp, and he groaned in pleasure. She really did want to stay, and not just because she was homeless. She liked him. She was kissing his neck now, with closed, cool lips. That was nice too.

“How about we spend this weekend at home,” she said. Now her tone was seductive. “We can just eat, watch TV and chat – learn about each other,” she muttered between kisses.

“That’d be great,” he said, but at that point he’d have said the same thing to anything.

“You should invite Peacemaker. I should start to meet some of your friends.”

He jumped to his feet immediately and looked at her, trying to find some sign of deception.

“What? Did I hurt you?”

“No. No, I just want to, um. I need to sleep. I’m tired.”

“Yeah, you told me.”

“I’m going to bed.”

“Okay, I’ll join you after I finish the movie.”

He wanted to tell her to sleep on the couch. He didn’t want her in his bed, he needed space. But that wouldn’t be kind. “Fine,” he sighed and went to her bedroom and forced himself to sleep before she joined him – and failed at that. An hour later, her warm body curled up against his and inhaled his scent from his neck. Weirdo. 

I hate crying in front of people so much. I always swallow the sadnees, the pain, whatever is making me feel like crap until i go home and i get to cry alone at home, is not good to cry but i like doing it alone, not in front of everyone, that’s why i know i hit deep bottom when i start crying infront of people, when tears start falling and people are hugging me telling me nice words, that’s when i know, that all the pain and stress i have been keeping like a pet, is not worthy.

Returning Home

reader x Jungkook

genre: angst + a tiiiiiiny bit of fluff

word count: 1.8k

summary: you and Jungkook were inseparable, but it took the hard way to figure this out

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Hugh Jackman INVENTED babygirlism

I think one if the saddest things is when you don’t want anything anymore. You’re not in despair, you know you’re not alone, you know it can get better, but you dont want any of it. You’re just tired of living. I’m not sure if anyone can really help at that point.

Sorry