#I WANT SOMEONE TO RUFFLE MY HAIR OR PAT MY ARM OR KISS MY CHEEK

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Shirt Swap V

Magdalena Eriksson x Child!Reader

Fridolina Rolfö + Zećira Mušović x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: After the Denmark-England game

By the time you've been returned to Magda and the Swedish girls, you're high on sugar, still wearing Keira Walsh's shirt and finding everything unbelievably funny.

Pernille dumps you in Magda's arms, kisses her softly before hurrying off.

Magda looks at you with wide eyes.

"Where's Rocky?" You ask her.

"What?" She says," No hello for your Morsa?"

You shrug. "Hi, Morsa. Where's Rocky?"

She sighs. "Up in our room. Did you have fun at the match?"

You nod, pulling on your shirt. "Keira Walsh gave me her jersey, see?"

"I can see. And what's this one?"

There's another jersey bundled up in your hand and Magda has an inkling of whose it is.

"Mary Earps!" You chirp," She's England's keeper! She's going to win keeper of the year."

Magda laughs, hefting you a bit higher as she makes her way back into the dining hall. "Is she now?"

You nod. "She is. I know she is."

"You used to know Earps, you know. When you were little."

You frown as Morsa sits down at her table with Frido and Zećira. "No, I didn't."

"Yes you did. Earps used to play with your Momma at Wolfsburg. The same time as Caro did and you remember Caro."

"I don't remember Mary."

"That's okay." Morsa starts to place some food onto your plate. "You were very, very little. I'm still surprised you remember Caro so well."

"Caro's cool," You insist," She scores goals like Momma and talks like Ingrid."

"And Mary isn't?"

"She's cool!" You insist," But I didn't know I knew her when I was very little."

"I've got pictures." Morsa shows you pictures sent from Momma when you were younger.

You were a pudgy baby, you think. Your cheeks are full and your head is kind of big but Morsa's right. There's lots of pictures of you and Mary Earps.

She looks younger too, like you, but she is holding you and she is smiling.

You think for a moment. "Can I wear her shirt please?"

Moster Frido laughs. "I thought Keira Walsh is your favourite player in the world. Are you telling me you'll swap her shirt for someone else's?"

You rolls your eyes. "Keira Walsh isn't my favourite player in the world. My favourite player in the world is Zećira."

Zećira reaches out for a high five that you happily give her.

"Oh, silly me," Frido laughs," But Keira Walsh is your second favourite though. Are you sure you want to swap her shirt for Earps'?"

You give her another condescending look that really has Frido wondering if you were really Magda's because the expression was all Pernille.

"They're only shirts, moster," You say, patting her hand in a way that somehow makes Frido feel like a little child," I don't have to wear them forever."

Zećira snickers. "Yeah, Frido, she doesn't have to wear them forever."

Morsa laughs but helps you change right at the table as you cram food into your mouth.

"Can I wear this one to bed?" You ask her when your head pops through the neck hole and she laughs.

"You're asking me but I don't think you're actually asking me, are you?"

You give her a toothy grin and she ruffles your hair.

"Momma says it's always polite to ask."

"Yes, you can wear Earps' shirt to bed."

You go back to your food, interspersed with accounts of the game and how worried you were when Keira Walsh went down with her knee.

"Morsa," You say randomly," Can Rocky sleep in bed with me?"

Frido and Zećira start laughing, almost hysterically, at the stricken look on Magda's face at your question.

"No, princesse," She says," You can't sleep in bed with Rocky."

"That's okay," You reply," I was only asking to be polite."

Magda chokes on her drink, suddenly feeling out of depth in her parenting here. None of the books ever covered what to do when your child was asking (or really telling) you about sleeping with her pet rock.

"Princesse," She says," I don't-"

"That's a great idea!" Zećira butts in with a grin that makes Magda's eye twitch in outrage," Why don't we go bring Rocky down here and show him your new shirts!"

You quickly wiggle out of your seat and hold your hand out to Magda. "Keycard, please, Morsa."

"No," Magda says, still scrambling to keep in control of the situation," You're not bring the rock down here."

You shrug and turn to Frido. "Keycard, please."

Frido, the traitor, hands over the keycard and you skip off with Zećira to grab Rocky.

[minminbunny]

Best Friends to Lovers AU - Big Cock! Lee Felix/Unexperienced Gender Neutral! Reader

*smut part - AFAB/AMAB

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"Lix!" you exclaimed, waving your arm. Felix chuckled, "Done with classes?" he asked, tossing his back over his shoulder. You nodded, "Ahm. Last lect of the day. What about you?" you asked, scrolling next to him. "Same," he said, ruffling your hair. You squinted, pushing his hand off, "I put effort into my hair today," you grumbled, pushing your hair back. Felix smirked, "You look the exact same anyway," he teased, leaning against the traffic pole. You rolled your eyes, "It's the little things, Lix. Imagine a lover noticing that you trimmed of just an inch of hair," you said, looking lovesick. Felix scoffed, "No one's going to notice," he said, eyeing said self trimmed hair. You elbowed his side, "You always ruin my delusion," you groaned, crossing your arms. Felix hissed and chuckled, "Someone's going to have to. Can't have you falling for the book trope i.e bad boys," he teased, pinching your cheek. You swat at his hand, "Ow! They aren't my type anymore," you whined, rubbing your cheek. Felix smirked, "You gushed over one just a day ago. What was his name? Stylus? Sylus? Something," he said, poking your forehead.

You scoffed, "He's a dating otome. It doesn't count. I like losercore boys now," you said, covering your face. Felix grimaced at your behavior, "Losercore?" he said, blinking at you in disbelief. You nodded, "Yeah. Guys that kick their feet at the thought of their crush. That notice everything their crush likes but acts passive aggressive to be cool in public. The type that would stare at your lips and ki-," you said when Felix covered your mouth. "TMI," he exclaimed, shaking his head. You licked his palm, forcing him to pull off, "Kiss possessive, grip their waist and tug them close," you teased, leaning closer. Felix clenched his jaw, "You're playing with fire," he said, glaring down at you. "Then he grips their waist, slowly grazing upwa- Hic!" you hiccuped when Felix pinned you to the wall. Your eyes widened at the sudden position. Felix scoffed out a smirk, "I warned you," he said, his voice a bit breathy. You gulped, your voice failing to speak up. Felix cooed, "Cat got your tongue?" he hummed, pinning you there for a bit before pulling away. "Best not to rile me up again," he said, patting your head.

"Got a lover?" you asked, popping a gummy in your mouth. Felix raised an eyebrow, "No. Why?" he questioned, setting down his pen. You murmured, "No reason," you said, looking away. Felix stretched out his legs, his feet rubbing against your calves, "No reason, huh?" he said, watching your expression turn red. You gulped, tucking your legs to your chest, "Stop that," you grumbled, placing your chin between your knees. "Why should i?" Felix asked, pulling his legs from under the floor table and kneeled. You furrowed your eyebrows, "Because it's pervy," you said, flipping him off. Felix grabbed your wrist, "But you liked it," he said, kissing your middle finger. You gulped, "We shouldn't," you said, trying to tug your wrist back. Felix stared at your lips then back at your eyes, "I want you. I know you want me to," he said, knowing the way your gaze on him changed after that day. "I do," you whimpered, looking away. Felix smirked, tucking his palm under your chin, forcing you to look at him, "Good. I do too," he said, squishing your cheeks.

NFSW BELOW CUT

AFAB

"That's it, Atta' girl," he growled, gripping your waist. You hiccuped, clawing the sheets below, "You're too big!" you whined, glaring at him with glossy eyes. Felix chuckled, "You're the one with the big cock fantasy. Don't tell me you're backing out now," he teased, easing another inch into your ribbed fluttering cunt. "Hah, mmhm," you sobbed, taking deep breaths just to adjust around his size. Felix kissed down your back, "I'll go slow," he whispered, thrusting his cock to the hilt. Your back arched as his cockhead pressed against those sensitive bundle of nerves, "Hic, hah ah," you hiccuped, cumming around his shaft. Felix stared at you in surprised, your ribbed walls fluttered around his hot veiny cock. You looked back at him, tears dripping down your nose, "Felt too good," you sniffled, gripping the sheets tighter. Felix pressed his tongue against his upper left molar, "Fuck," he whispered, feeling his brain short circuit.

"Ah! Hhgh, hah, hah, ah," you cried out when he bounced you on his lap. His girthy throbbing cock pounded itself deeper and deeper up your cunt. Felix growled, thrusting up to your bounces, forcing your body to take as much as his length, "The shit you do to me," he groaned, rubbing your clit with his other hand. You sobbed into his shoulders, tears streaming down your cheeks at a steady rate. Felix bared his teeth and bit your collar, "Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop," he groaned, forcing your hips in tandem with his thrusts. "Too much, hhgh," you sniffled, pulling your face away from his shoulder to kiss him. Felix licked your bottom lip, "Mhm," he moaned, sucking on your tongue. You felt pleasure shiver down your spine, "Can I cum? Hic, please," you sniffled, broken sobs slipping past your lips. Felix nodded, bucking his hips harder, forcing a small bulge to form on your tummy, "Cum for me. Cum hard," he growled, pounding your cunt relentlessly. You sobbed against his lips as your orgasm broke. Slick dripping down his thighs. Felix groaned, the veins on his neck protruding as he pumped his load deep within your cunt, "Good girl. Rest. I'll take care of the rest," he rasped, kissing your forehead.

AMAB

"That's it, Atta boy," he growled, gripping your waist. You hiccuped, clawing the sheets below, "You're too big!" you whined, glaring at him with glossy eyes. Felix chuckled, "You're the one with the big cock fantasy. Don't tell me you're backing out now," he teased, easing another inch into your ribbed fluttering hole. "Hah, mmhm," you sobbed, taking deep breaths just to adjust around his size. Felix kissed down your back, "I'll go slow," he whispered, thrusting his cock to the hilt. Your back arched as his cockhead pressed against those sensitive bundle of nerves, "Hic, hah ah," you hiccuped, cumming onto your torso. Felix stared at you in surprise, your ribbed walls fluttering around his hot veiny cock. You looked back at him, tears dripping down your nose, "Felt too good," you sniffled, gripping the sheets tighter. Felix pressed his tongue against his upper left molar, "Fuck," he whispered, feeling his brain short circuit. 

"Ah! Hhgh, hah, hah, ah," you cried out when he bounced you on his lap. His girthy throbbing cock pounded itself deeper and deeper up your hole. Felix growled, thrusting up to your bounces, forcing your body to take as much as his length, "The shit you do to me," he groaned, stroking your cock with his other hand. You sobbed into his shoulders, tears streaming down your cheeks at a steady rate. Felix bared his teeth and bit your collar, "Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop," he groaned, forcing your hips in tandem with his thrusts. "Too much, hhgh," you sniffled, pulling your face away from his shoulder to kiss him. Felix licked your bottom lip, "Mhm," he moaned, sucking on your tongue. You felt pleasure shiver down your spine, "Can I cum? Hic, please," you sniffled, broken sobs slipping past your lips. Felix nodded, bucking his hips harder, forcing a small bulge to form on your tummy, "Cum for me. Cum hard," he growled, pounding your hole relentlessly. You sobbed against his lips as your orgasm broke. Slick dripping down his thighs. Felix groaned, the veins on his neck protruding as he pumped his load deep within your hole, "Good boy. Rest. I'll take care of the rest," he rasped, kissing your forehead.

[sodamnradd]

Hermione emerged from Harry’s closet wearing nothing but his blazer.

“You know he’s never going to buy that.”

She unclasped her clip and ruffled her hair in the mirror, pinched her cheeks, slapped them until they pinked. Bit her lips. Pinched her thighs so they would bruise.

“Quick.” She pushed her hair to the side and tilted her head. “Give me a hickey.”

“No.” Harry reeled back.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s a very big deal and I’m not—”

“Harry James Potter, put your mouth on my neck right now.”

“If Malfoy actually believes I did that to you, he’s going to…” he trailed off, because he didn’t know how Malfoy was going to react. But it would not end with a pat on the back and a ‘congratulations’. “I work with the guy.”

“Traitor.” Hermione rumpled the bedsheets.

“He’s not coming into my room.”

She ignored him.

“Just tell him you want to get back together.”

She hurled a pillow at his chest.

The sound of the fireplace made them freeze.

“Stop it, Harry!” Hermione started to giggle, making a soft, sultry moan Harry never wanted to hear from her mouth again.

“Potter?” Footsteps echoed down the hallway. Years of pure-blood etiquette made Malfoy one of the most well-behaved men Harry knew, so it was extremely out of character when he threw the door open, uninvited.

Malfoy came face to face with Hermione.

She swept her curls from her eyes and plastered on a freakishly convincing look of surprise.

Malfoy’s cold eyes darted from Hermione, semi-dressed. To Harry, who, luckily, was fully clothed and only slightly flushed from embarrassment.

He asked tightly, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” she said at the same time Harry replied, “She’s trying to make you jealous.”

She glowered at him.

But Harry was looking at Malfoy. Noting the betrayal in his eyes. “She thinks you slept with someone. That’s why she’s been acting like this. I swear I didn’t touch her.”

“Harry!” Hermione cried.

Malfoy seemed torn, but he knew Harry well, and Hermione even better. The devastation on his face morphed into concern. “Granger?”

Hermione looked away, shoulders bunching up, arms crossed.

“Talk to me,” he pleaded.

She shot him a deadly look, and Harry was relieved not to be on the receiving end of it for once.

“I saw you go into that senator’s suite. Her hands were on you. Grabbing your tie, dragging you inside. She shut the door… You…” Her voice caught. “Came back hours later. Showered. Tried to… touch me."

Realising the truth, Harry opened his mouth to correct her assumptions, but Malfoy beat him to it. “You were gone the next morning because you thought—”

“I knew.”

“You thought,” he corrected her. “I slept with someone else and crawled back to you afterwards?”

She shrugged. “Older women have a certain allure. I saw how she looked at you.” She clutched Harry’s blazer, as if realizing how ridiculous she looked.

But Malfoy didn’t seem to find her ridiculous at all. His gaze raked down her chest, lingered on the swell of her breasts, her bare legs. “You have no idea how you… That you believed I would ever… When you’re…”

Harry had never witnessed Malfoy tongue-tied before.

“I know what I saw.” Hermione stepped back as Malfoy stepped forward.

“That woman was my assignment,” Harry interjected, even though they weren’t supposed to talk about open cases. But Hermione needed answers and Malfoy was useless. “I asked Malfoy to pretend he was spending the night with her as a safety precaution. He didn’t want to do it. But I was desperate.”

“I occasionally grant Potter favours. Though now I will expect many in return.” He shot Harry a telling look. “For a bloody long time.” Great.

Malfoy approached Hermione again, and this time she let him. He touched her cheek. So gentle, Harry wondered if Malfoy had been Polyjuiced. “There’s no one else, Granger. Ever.”

Hermione shut her eyes. Leaned into his palm. Malfoy lifted her chin. Stroked her hair. Murmured something against her lips. She kissed him. His hand trailed up her thigh. Beneath the blazer.

Harry shut the door behind him, making a mental note to ask Kreacher to change the sheets later and set the blazer on fire. He grimaced when he heard the bed squeak.

The first of many favors he now owed Draco sodding Malfoy.

(732 words, photo prompt from twitter)

[jedipoodoo]

A Bun In The Oven (Echo x Reader)

Notes: No warnings, pregnancy reveal, food mention, Fives is a goofball, Echo loves you v v much, based on this pregnancy reveal.

You should have known that he wouldn't understand the turn of phrase. Clones had very minimal sex education, you knew, but now that he had discovered the burnt bun, it was too funny to back out.

"Honey, why would you leave a single roll in the oven?" Echo sighed and used some tongs to take the offending pastry out of the oven. Echo had insisted on cooking dinner for you, and you honestly thought that he would check the oven before preheating it.

"It's not a roll, it's a bun." You corrected him, running your hands over your decidedly flat stomach (for now, at least)

"What's the difference?" Fives asked. He was never one to pass up free food. Echo smacked his hands away with the tongs.

"Okay, why would you leave a single bun in the oven?"

"You know, I'm starting to see where you got your name from, babe."

Fives cackled, and Echo smacked him again with the tongs.

"Echo, what did you pull out of the oven?"

"A burnt roll."

"Not a roll!" Fives crowed.

"Okay a burnt bun!" Echo sighed, "Honey, are you feeling okay?" he patted your forehead to see if you had a fever. "

"I'm fine, Echo," You giggled, "We have a bun in the oven."

Echo blinked slowly. "I just pulled it out."

Your head fell forward against his chest as you shook with laughter.

"Okay, what have you done to my riduur?" Echo accused Fives, wrapping his arms around you to hold you upright.

"Nothing, I swear!" Fives waved his arms insistently.

"Echo," You placed your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself. "A bun in the oven is a way of saying that someone's pregnant."

His eyes went wide, and in his sudden silence you could hear Fives trying to muffle his squeals.

"Echo, we're having a baby."

Echo's hands rested on your hips, "Really?" he whispered.

You nodded.

"You're pregnant?"

You nodded again.

With this confirmation Echo wrapped his arms around you and swept you off your feet. You threw your arms around his neck as you both laughed for joy.

"I'm gonna be a buir!" He boasted to Fives.

"I'm gonna be an uncle!" Fives whooped for joy and tried to hug you both, but Echo shoved him away so that he could hold you for a moment longer.

He took your face in his hands and kissed you, surprisingly gentle for the excitement he'd just displayed.

"How far along are you, cyare?"

"Just a few weeks. I went the medicenter yesterday to get confirmation."

You glared over at Fives, "Usually couple wait a little longer before they tell other people."

Fives shrugged, "You know it's physically impossible for me to be more than 100 meters away from Echo at any given time."

He gave you a gentle hug, "I promise I won't tell anyone unless you guys say so."

"Thank you, Fives," You kissed his cheek.

Fives grinned, and then lunged at Echo, wrestling him to the floor.

"You sly mir'sheb! My vod, a buir!" He caught Echo in a headlock, ruffling Echo's perfectly gelled, regulation hair.

"You know tubies don't care about a sleep schedule, right? How're you supposed to get the regulation eight?"

"I...hadn't figured that out yet," Echo gasped for breath.

You laughed, wondering if this would be the life of your future child. Would you and Echo be able to give them a sibling or two? Would you be able to provide them a shelter safe from the war?

Any worries you had were promptly squashed by the laughter of Echo and his brother as they wrestled on the floor of your apartment. How could you doubt how wonderful your life with Echo could be when this was the glimpse of your future?

"Fives, I would appreciate it if you refrained from taking out the father of my child before they're born." You said, reaching for the plates and cups to set the table. Echo did say he wanted to cook for you tonight.

"Do you know if it'll be a boy or a girl?" Fives dropped Echo like a hot blaster, and Echo leaped to his feet, running over to the kitchen to shield himself behind you while he finally got back to the meal prep.

"We won't know for a few more months," You said, absently running a hand over your stomach. Echo watched the movement for a moment, and held out his hand, silently asking permission.

You nodded, and Echo placed his hand on your belly, holding it there for a moment as if he could feel the baby that could hardly be bigger than your eyeball.

"If it's a boy, we could name them after one of the Dominoes," He said with reverence.

You resisted the urge to make a face, "I know you love your brothers, babe, but I refuse to name my newborn child "Droidbait"."

"What about DB for short?"

"No."

"I call dibs on Hevy!" Fives said.

"You've never even met a girl!" Echo sighed.

"Too late. I got dibs. No take backs."

You laughed as Echo rolled his eyes. He turned back to chopping the vegetables, and you helped mix them in the pot.

A few minutes later, he leaned over and whispered in your ear, "What about Fives?"

"Are you making enough for him?"

"No, for a baby name. Naming our kid after him."

You gave him a deadpan stare. "You really want to stoke your brother's ego that much?" you nodded over to Fives, sprawled out on your couch and flipping through holochannels.

Echo suppressed a snort. "I guess not."

You kissed his cheek, "Don't worry babe, we've got eight months to figure it all out."

[lale-txt]

🌙 waking up at night without you by their side ↳ w/ Kid, Rayleigh, Denjiro & Yamato

a/n: another draft that's been sitting here since forever. in the light you go!! love me some lighthearted fluff. slightly suggestive + poly mention for Rayleigh (i feel like i'm putting this ALWAYS when writing Rayleigh omg) also sending kisses to all my anons swooning over Yamato. i know i don't write him that much but wanted to include him here for you ♡ i always love reading about your undying love for him, it's the purest thing.

Kid 

how dare you leave his side while he’s sleeping

don’t you know about your big spoon duties which involve holding him tenderly from behind, rubbing his back and making sure your arms are constantly wrapped around him all the time? 

Kid huffs when he wakes up with his back cold and your side of the bed empty

were you going for a midnight snack without him? didn’t you know that he was also craving shredded cheese at 3am? was your relationship a lie the whole time? 

no he’s not being dramatic why do you ask

or did you miss a step of your skin care routine and went back to the bathroom to do it again? he told you countless times that it didn’t work that way…

he throws back the covers and gets up, his red hair a mess and barely held together by the cat ear hairband you once gifted him 

Kid’s first instinct when he’s in trouble is to consult Killer so they can be in trouble together, so naturally he stomps down the hall to Killer’s cabin and doesn’t bother knocking, just bursts in like the Kool Aid man 

he lets out a surprised gasp when Killer isn’t sleeping peacefully in his bed but playing cards with you, Heat and Wire – very wide awake 

before Kid’s face can turn the color of his hair, you already kick out a chair for the tulip and gesture him to sit his ass down so you can explain

“see… on the last island when we stocked up on supplies Killer didn’t buy decaf coffee like ne normally does but regular… and since everyone but you drinks coffee–” “because it’s BAD for your skin, but no one ever listens to me” “–all of us have just been unable to fall asleep.”

Kid rolls his eyes and continues huffing, but also pulls you in his lap and wrap his arm around you, falling asleep with his head resting against yours as you continue your game

but no more coffee for you after 2pm, decaf or not. the big spoon rule book got updated, you gotta keep up duh

Rayleigh

even in his sleep Rayleigh reaches for you, wanting to hug you close to him, only content when he can nuzzle his face in the back of your neck

so when his hand pats into empty space, he’s suddenly awake, mumbling out your name into the dark 

first thing he does is turn on the light on the nightstand and reach for his glasses because he can’t see shit without them

still fighting off sleep, he takes a moment to reconstruct last night, smiling over it. no, you definitely fell asleep in his arms after you both finished… several times

actually he could go another round now that he was awake, but someone was missing…

it’s when he hears muffled voices coming from downstairs that he calls out your name again, louder this time

“we’re in the kitchen!”

we? … oh

with his observation haki never failing him, Rayleigh realizes within a heartbeat now what is going on

following your laughter he finds you in the kitchen… accompanied by a very familiar face

“Ray, I must say your taste is exquisite as always…”

Shakky cups your face, a cigarette dangling from her lips, as she beams at her husband leaning in the doorframe

“i think I’m in love with your wife”, you sigh dreamily, melting under her touch and gazing up to her with puppy eyes, completely encharmed by her 

Rayleigh ruffles his white hair and just smirks. he was about to introduce you anyway, so this makes things much easier now

he comes closer and places kisses on both of your cheeks. this night just got so much more interesting… 

Denjiro

Denjiro is always a little sleepy and would pass out within a heartbeat wherever and whenever, but preferably with you by his side, pulling you close even in his sleep

so why were his arms empty right now?

long blue hair is spilled all over the futons and usually by now you would complain because you’re getting tangled up in it 

rubbing his eyes he sits up, he murmurs out your name into the dim light of your shared room 

Denjiro isn’t too worried, he knows what you’re capable off, otherwise the yakuza boss wouldn’t have married you. he twists the golden band on his ring finger absentmindedly as he’s slowly forcing himself to wake up properly

it’s when he notices the gentle breeze coming through the open sliding door leading to the veranda and he immediately knows where to look for you

throwing the blanket over his shoulders he gets up, already making out your silhouette in the milky moonlight as you sit there huddled up, looking over your shoulder when you hear his footsteps approaching

“Den… you gotta see this…” 

your excited whisper and gestures to keep quiet had him curious, but more than that he was just happy to see you smiling

Denjiro sits down behind you and pulls you in his lap, wrapping his big arms and the blanket around you and kissing the side of your neck. you’re cold but feel warmth tingling in your limbs immediately under his touch

“what is it, little moonshine?”, he whispers and rests his chin on top of your head. you almost disappear in his embrace due the size difference and wiggle yourself in a comfortable position, the tip of your nose and your curious eyes peeking out from the blanket 

“snow bunnies”, you say softly and point to the garden where a pair of white bunnies frolic around in the falling snow, almost invisible for the eyes

Denjiro smiles and leans down to kiss you again. love is stored in the little things, you taught him that. and soon he falls asleep again, holding you tightly as he drifts into dreams of you, but none sweeter than the reality he gets to live with you

Yamato

personal space? not in this house 

Yamato usually sleeps sprawled out like a starfish and rotates in his sleep like a beyblade

but it’s fine because you adjusted to that! nothing can stop you from cuddling your big golden retriever boyfriend in his sleep

so when he wakes up at night and doesn’t feel your familiar weight on top of him it just sends him into straight up panic

in an attempt to turn the lights on he gets tangled up in the sheets and stumbles, taking down the lamp and everything else on the nightstand with him 

he’s calling out your name and trying not to cry on the spot

did you have a bad dream and he didn’t notice? were you somewhere crying on your own? his heart couldn’t take the thought of it. 

this was even worse than the one time he lost you at the supermarket in the candy aisle and he had to make an announcement over speaker which was mostly him sobbing into the microphone

his brain still lagging from the sleepiness and shock, Yamato doesn’t notice how you squat down next to him, picking off various nightstand items (tissues, crystals, harness…) off him 

“Yams, just what are you doing down there? were you sleepwalking? i knew this would become an issue one day…”

cut to Yamato sobbing in your arms because for three hot minutes he thought he had lost you forever 

which is when you kindly explain him that nature called and you only went to the bathroom but would have returned into his arms straight away

however you can never hold back tears as well when you see Yamato crying and now you’re both on the floor sobbing as you hold each other tenderly 

only when he kisses away the salty streaks you both calm down a little and can laugh about the situation

ever since you leave a little note out when you have to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and make sure to snuggle extra close to him once you return, making Yamato smile even in his sleep

[sturniololoco]

Skating Accident pt 2

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: broken bones, cast, crying, frustration, etc.

SLS/N's POV

I woke up as I felt myself being scooped into someone's arms. I smelt the familiar smell of Chris's Sauvage Dior and opened my eyes.

"I can walk, Chris. It's just my wrist." I say sleepily, trying to wiggle out of his grip around my body.

"Shh, I gotcha." He whispers, his soothing voice nearly sending me back to sleep. He hoists me up and my legs instinctively wrap around his torso, my face falling into the crook of his neck.

He carries me like that, all the way up the stairs and into the living room, where my eyes are met with the bright light of our kitchen where Matt and Nick began making dinner.

"Chris, I don't wanna go to bed yet," I say, lifting my head up from his chest as he begins to walk towards my room.

"You've had a long day, I think you need some rest, bud," he says, stopping in the hallway to look at me, then move a piece of hair from in front of my face.

"Please?" I say, giving him puppy eyes. He rolls his eyes and chuckles slightly, before carrying me to the couch.

"I still want you to rest though." He says, sitting down on the couch, me still clutched onto him, now in his lap.

I put my face back in the crook of his neck and sigh conently. He rests his head on my shoulder, looking over me at his phone. He pats my back lightly as we sit together on the couch.

-

"C'mon SLS/N. You have to eat something." Matt said to me as I moved the food on my plate around with my fork.

I had to have Nick cut up my air-fried chicken, due to my dominant wrist being broken. let's just say that I'm not a lefty.

Even after he did all that, I was not hungry.

At all.

The pain in my wrist was still very present, sending a throbbing feeling throughout my entire arm. I was thinking about it so much it made me nervous, but Nick wouldn't let me take an Advil until I got some food in my belly.

"Just five bites? Please, sis?" Nick said, stabbing some chicken on my fork for me, then holding it up.

I sighed and relentlessly ate my five bites, then took an Advil as fast as I could get to the medicine cabinet.

Only it didn't seem to be working.

An hour later, cuddled up in between Matt and Nick's sides, I could still feel the throbbing sensation going up and down my arm.

"C-Chris, I think I'm ready for bed," I say, sitting up and grabbing my blanket, feeling upset and in pain.

"Okay buddy!" he says, jumping up quickly, then tossing Matt the remote, dabbing him and Nick up on his way to his bed.

I gave both of them a hug and a kiss on the cheek before following Chris downstairs to Chris's room.

-

I often find myself sleeping with Chris. Neither of us wants to sleep alone, so It works out.

I woke up to Matt, gently tapping our shoulders and whispering our names. Chris sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, while I threw the blankets back over my head.

"Five more minutes?" I groan, sleep laced in my voice. He and Chris chuckle at me before pulling the covers off me.

Matt leaned down and kissed me on the cheek, saying,

"We gotta get up because we're meeting up with Madi, remember? And I think you'll wanna shower, bedhead," he says, smiling at me and ruffling my hair.

I groan again but get up all the same, trudging my way upstairs to my bathroom.

-

Who knew trying to tie a plastic Walmart bag over your own arm would be so hard.

I've been at it for about 10 minutes with no progress. I groan in frustration before balling and throwing the bag.

I felt the tears well up in my eyes as I felt like slamming my stupid cast on the hard bathroom counter.

Instead, I slam my hand against the bathroom door, causing a loud bang to fill the silence.

I crumple to the bathroom floor, crying. I don't know why I'm so worked up, I never get this frustrated over silly things.

I hear a knock on the bathroom door.

"SLS/N? You okay? Can I come in?" I hear Matt ask from the other side of the door.

I let out a mix between a sob and a yes, and he quickly pushed the door open to see me on the floor.

"Hey, hey, hey! What's the matter sweetheart?" mat asks, his voice filled with worry as he sits next to me.

he pulled me to him and I let all my emotions out onto his chest. he shushed them quietly in my ear and stroked my hair and my back.

When I was done, he leaned me back and looked into my eyes.

"What happened, bud?" he asked, wiping the story tears from my cheeks.

"I hate this, I feel so-so...useless," I say shakily, holing up my cast. he looks at me, giving me a sympathetic smile. he grabs the fingers that are poking out of my cast and gives them a light kiss, rubbing them with his thumb.

"I know you're frustrated, I would be too. But Nick, Chris, and I will always be here if you need us," he says, grabbing the Walmart bag from the floor and tying it around my casted wrist while he talks.

Once finished, he turned the shower on, making the perfect temperature. once finished, he pulled me into a quick hug before leaving and closing the door, allowing me to get undressed and into the shower.

While using one hand to wash my hair, I hold up my bagged cast, thinking about how grateful I am to have brothers like mine.

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[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

I Hate Baking, But You Love Bread

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song Inspiration: Still Into You by Paramore)

You hummed to the music happily as you kneaded the bread. You heard the door unlock and Gojo happily walked inside.

“Big brother has arrived!” Gojo exclaimed happily. He laughed when he saw flour all over the counter, arms, apron, and face. “What the hell?” You gave him a look of annoyance.

“Shut up,” you said.

“But you’re a legit mess,” Gojo said in between chuckles. “Aww man! I’m not gonna let you live it down.” Gojo started to take pictures on his phone that made you cover your face with some embarrassment.

“That’s fine,” you said, bottom lip jutted out into a pout. “At least Kento-kun will appreciate my nonexistent baking skills.”

“I knew you had a reason. How long have you two been together anyway?”

“Ten years. Eleven in two months,” you answered as you focused on kneading the dough.

“And you’re just baking bread?”

“He has recently developed a new obsession with bread. So I wanted to surprise him,” you said happily.

“But you hate baking.”

“But I also love Kento,” you said proudly. Gojo chuckled and ruffled your hair.

“How’s it like?” Gojo asked curiously when he took a seat at the island counter where you were kneading the bread. “How is it like to be with someone for that long? How do you know that you still love him?” You smiled.

“Kento-kun has never changed his chivalrous ways,” you said. “He makes sure that I don't get too worried when he's on missions. That was one of our bad fights before and he puts in so much effort on it. Kento-kun stays consistent and that is something that I love so much about him.” You separated and placed the dough in a baguette pan. You put it in the oven and started the timer.

“Does he still gives you butterflies?” You nodded happily, your cheeks turning a light pink color.

“Do you two still argue?”

“You know that we do. I call you when we do.” Gojo chuckled.

“Very true. When is lover boy coming back from his mission anyway?” On cue, the door opened and the two of you stared at the front door.

“Gojo-san, what are you doing here?” Nanami asked once he entered inside.

“Kento-kun!!” you exclaimed happily and ran over to hug him. Nanami lightly laughed and hugged you.

“You’re covered in flour,” he said surprisingly. He chuckled as he wiped the flour away from your cheeks. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.” You blushed. Your heart raced and the butterflies were fluttering around. Nanami softly kissed your lips before placing his hand on the small of your back and headed inside the kitchen.

“Yo, Nanamin,” Gojo greeted. Nanami nodded in response. “I see that my baby sister is in great care. How’s the mission?”

“Takuma-kun is improving,” Nanami said. “The mission was a success.” Nanami looked around the kitchen. Flour everywhere with bowls, measuring spoons, and measuring cups piled over the sink.

“I thought you hate baking, sweetheart,” Nanami said. You blushed.

“Well, you’ve been into bread lately. And I wanted to surprise you with homemade baguettes,” you answered cutely. Nanami chuckled. He kissed the top of your head.

“It smells really good, sweetheart,” he said. “How about you wash up and I’ll clean the kitchen. I can keep an eye on the bread.”

“No, no, no! You just came back and—“ Nanami kissed your lips. When he pulled away, he turned your body around so you were facing the direction to the bedroom.

“Go, sweetheart,” he said and lightly smacked your butt. Gojo laughed at the interaction while you walked away flustered. Nanami rolled his sleeves up before heading to the sink to clean up.

“Sooooooo,” Gojo started.

“Are you here to annoy me?” Nanami asked.

“Sort of. So, how is it like being with my sister for this long? How do you know that you still love her or she loves you?” Nanami raised an eyebrow at Gojo.

“She baked bread and she hates baking,” Nanami said. “That says a lot already.” Gojo sighed, knowing that he’s not going to get more of a response from Nanami. He stood up and patted Nanami’s shoulder. “Where are you going?”

“I was going to meet my students for dinner. Tell my sister that I’ll call her tomorrow,” he said before leaving. Nanami shook his head at your brother. By the time you returned back to the kitchen, Nanami had already cleaned it spotless. Your eyes widened.

“You’re fast,” you said. “Satoru left?” Nanami nodded.

“He’ll call you tomorrow,” he notified, leaving you to nod in reply. You walked over to the bread and smiled proudly. Nanami smiled and walked over to you. He hugged you from behind, his face resting in the crook of you neck. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you said and caressed his hair. “Kento-kun, what makes you still love me? Do I still—Do you still—what I’m trying to ask is—“ Nanami squeezed you tightly before letting go and dragging you to the couch. He sat you on his lap and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You baked bread for me when I know you loathe baking,” Nanami said with a soft smile. “It taste good by the way. But I don’t just love you for that.” Nanami curled a strand of your hair behind your ear. His hand cupped the same side of your face. “I love coming home to you. You make my worries melt away, especially when I hear you singing in the background while you make dinner. You remind me how amazing of a sorcerer I am. You’re a sweetheart who always looks out for others. You haven’t changed a bit except for how confident you became over the years.”

“I think I can thank my nursing profession,” you said happily. Nanami smiled.

“You support me no matter what. If anything, my love for you keeps getting stronger.” You kissed him deeply. “What about you?”

“You’re consistent and I love that about you,” you said. “You’re patient and take care of me even when you don’t have to. No one gets me like you do, Kento-kun. You mean everything to me.” Nanami kissed you back in response.

“Even when I haven’t proposed yet?” You laughed and playfully hit his shoulder.

“Even then,” you said. “However I’m still waiting for that ring.”

“I know, sweetheart. Soon, I promise.”

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 40 - Gegenwart]

• Gegenwart (German, present)

Warnings: Smut & Fluff, sweet mornings, kissies, there is a smutty surprise in this chapter aye, there is also explicit Yoongi smut, Dom!Yoongi, subby!Reader, sex on a table & against the table, standing doggy, spanking, choking & breathplay, biting, praising, he calls her his good girl, dirty talk, nipple play, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), overstimulation (f.receiving), squirting, he makes her cum so good that she pisses herself :’), major strength kink, he makes her cry from too much pleasure, she is a pain slut in this haha, send help he is so rough but in a hot & loving kinda way, this is desperate & needy fucking, sweet & caring aftercare, all of them are happy and I am :(, this is the end of something and therefore it will always be a little sad, they went through so much and are finally happy, I love them so much

Wordcount: 13k

a/n: i’m repeating myself, but all  i want is their happiness :(

The entire estate smells of it. It is sharp and strong. You know exactly where the smell comes from. The kitchen. 

You ought to check it out.

“Tae? What are you doing? The entire estate reeks of it.”

The culprit of the terrible smell turns around.

“Please don’t look”, he exclaims, “I didn’t do anything!”

You snort, staring at the heap of burned pancakes he threw on a plate.

“Ah yes and those burned pancakes appeared out of thin air”, you tell him as you make your way to him.

He eyes them with sheepish embarrassment.

“This wasn’t my doing. Someone came in here and tried to cook you breakfast.”

“Ah. Someone you say? And where is that someone now?”

“I chased them away.”

You laugh, giving his butt a soft pat.

“You are silly. Come, give me that before you end up burning everything”, you tell him, pushing him away from the pan with the help of your hips. You snatch the spatula out of his hands and grip the pan handle.

“Darling no, you are ruining the entire point of this”, he whines, giving you sad puppy eyes.

“What point? I thought you chased the culprit away.”

“No, you shouldn’t-”, he tries to steal the spatula from you, “this wasn’t the plan”, he whines.

“And what is the plan? You ruining my good pan?”

He pouts. You grin fondly. He looks oh so adorable with his bangs ruffled in the front and his cheeks still puffy from sleep.

“Don’t pout. Come here, give me a kiss.”

Taehyung obeys happily, leaning in for a sweet kiss. He rests his chin atop your shoulder afterwards, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Your lips are so soft, darling”, he whispers and nuzzles.

He makes you smile. You flip the pancake, pressing down on the edges to makes sure it gets fried equally.

“I promise you, I will master pancakes one day. Just you wait”, he tells you.

“I don’t doubt that.”

“You are mocking me, aren’t you?”

“No, of course not.”

“Hey”, he pinches your shoulder with his teeth, making you giggle, “tch, you are so mean.”

You place the first good pancake on a fresh plate, then pour new batter into the pan. It sizzles quietly.

“Do you have any plans for today?” he asks you.

“I was planning on taking care of the greenhouse. Finally. I neglected it for too long. Why?”

“I was just asking”, he says and for a few moments you and him are silent as you cook the pancakes.

You managed to finish two pancakes when Taehyung speaks again. He is back hugging you by now, leaving innocent little kisses on your neck and shoulder.

“What would you say to doing my hair?” he asks you.

You crane your neck to look at him.

“What do you mean?”

“You told me that you are quite talented in doing hair, so I thought that maybe you could help me with my hair.”

You inspect it for a moment. It has grown quite remarkably these days. Down to his cheeks and with more length in the back.

“You are not serious, are you?” you ask him. Oh how terribly exciting.

“I am very serious”, he gives you a boyish grin, “please say yes.”

“Yes, oh my god”, you exclaim, laughing.

“Yay”, he squeezes your waist, “you are the best, my sweetest.”

“No, you are. This is a dream”, you have to giggle, reaching up to ruffle his hair, “what’s your vision?”

“Just thin it a little in the back, it’s getting really messy whenever I’m hot.”

“Why? That’s the fun part”, you say, giving him a gentle tug, “I can ruffle it up when I go at you.”

“___”, he gasps, “why would you say that?”

You snicker, “because you’re cute when you fluster”, you say, drawing closer to peck his lips. You stay close afterwards, letting your voice tickle his lips, “I can’t stop thinking about last night”, you rasp, “you were so goddamn perfect.”

Taehyung sighs your name, fingers clasping your lower back, “you’re flustering me”, he confesses.

“Good”, you peck his lips, abandoning him in his dizziness to return to the pancakes. You flip it skilfully, pressing down on it to make sure that it gets that initial, equal browning.

Taehyung studies you for a few moments. If he still had a heartbeat it would be racing abysmally right now. Not only because your flirting flusters him, but also because he is so happy. You are the Real You again. Maybe more confident than before, but Taehyung loves that you are. You deserve to feel confident because you are the most incredible person. Oh, he is so in love with you.

He seeks your tenderness, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, kissing it softly.

You purr and lean into him as you prepare another pancake.

“I can’t stop thinking about it either”, he whispers, dancing the tip of his nose up your neck until he can kiss the shell of your ear, “I am so happy to have you back.”

You smile, caressing his arm, “I’m happy to be back. I missed out on so much time.”

“We have to make up for it then. We have all eternity for it after all.”

“Yes, I guess you are right. Wow, I’m actually a witch”, you say and laugh breathily, “that’s so cool.”

“I agree and very attractive. I want you to use your magic on me one day. I have a book all about sexual magic. Maybe you want to read it.”

You turn in his arm, caressing his chest, “sexual magic you say?”

Taehyung nods his head, “seduction spells and love potions and very interesting stuff like laced ropes to stop me from ripping through them.”

“Mhm, that sounds interesting indeed”, you say and snicker.

Taehyung blushes, “I apologise. I know, now is not the time yet. First you need to master your skills with Yoongi’s guidance. Although, I think that you already mastered a lot by yourself, which is very impressive.”

“Thank you, I still feel like an imposter, but I think that’s just a general issue of mine.”

“You’re not an imposter. You are very skilled”, Taehyung says with a stern nod of his head.

“Thank you, you are so sweet”, you say, drawing closer to kiss his lips. You turn back to the stove afterwards, flipping the pancake.

“Hah”, Taehyung exclaims, “now you burned it as well.”

“It’s only because you distracted me with your sexual magic”, you chuckle.

“No, you can’t blame me. It is because pancakes are way too difficult.”

“Of course, that is the reason. You know what? What do you think about making some oatmeal as well? I don’t think we can actually consume any of those pancakes.”

“Yes, whatever suits your fancy. Shall I prepare some tea in the meantime?”

“Yes, that would be lovely.”

Jimin joins you in the kitchen as you are busy preparing the oatmeal. Like always he doesn’t wear much more but pants. He has his hair down this morning, making his cheeks appear puffier than they actually are.

“What are you guys making? It stinks like burned corpse” he asks, strutting to the fridge.

“Someone came in here and tried to make pancakes for ___ and they burned them all”, Taehyung explains, sending you a sheepish grin. You chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Ah of course they did”, Jimin smiles fondly, “did you chase them away, Taetae?”

“Of course I did”, Taehyung says proudly.

Jimin and you chuckle. The black haired vampire joins your side, getting on his tiptoes to press a sweet kiss on Taehyung’s cheek. Taehyung leans in with a happy giggle.

“I didn’t expect anything else from you, Taetae”, Jimin whispers against his cheek before stepping back and busying himself with the coffee maker, “do you guys want coffee?”

“No, I’m preparing tea”, Taehyung says, “darling, do you want black tea or green tea?”

“Black please. With milk if that’s possible.”

“Whole milk, of course”, Taehyung says, nodding his head.

“You remember”, you smile, “thank you, my sweetest.”

“Not at all. Everything for my darling”, Taehyung coos, making you giggle because he is so adorable.

Jimin, who watched you flirt, smiles.

“Did you guys fuck?” he asks boldly.

“Why are you asking that?” you gasp, “is it that obvious?”

“Yup, very”, Jimin says and grins, “good. You guys shouldn’t fight.”

“She pegged me, Jimin”, Taehyung says excitedly.

Jimin lifts his brows in surprise, “well that….” he clears his throat awkwardly.

“Don’t say that, Tae. Gosh, so embarrassing”, you mumble.

“Why? Jimin and I tell each other everything”, Taehyung whines with a pout, “you wanted to know, didn’t you?”

“Sure, you can tell me”, Jimin says.

“Splendid. Oh you guys, we should really have that threesome soon”, he says with a big smile, “now that you are getting along, there is nothing stopping us anymore. Right? It is not like you didn’t fuck before.”

Jimin clears his throat awkwardly, sneaking a glance at you. You glance at him as well, looking awkwardly nervous. You and him are thinking the same thing. Ah yes there was that one night at the club. You feel your tummy flutter at the memory.

“Hah, yeah”, Jimin laughs nervously, touching the side of his neck, “I guess there was something like that.”

“I bet you must want each other again”, Taehyung says innocently.

You and Jimin widen your eyes simultaneously, looking away a second later. Jimin coughs loudly while you busy yourself with stirring the oatmeal.

“I am sorry”, Taehyung giggles, “I know I shouldn’t assume. I apologise, I am just so excited.”

“It’s alright Tae”, Jimin whispers, sneaking a glance at you when you aren’t looking, “seriously, it’s good”, he adds under his breath, breaking his eyes away again and clearing his throat.

He takes his finished cup of coffee, sipping on it to taste it. He nods his head in agreement.

“Do you have any plans for today, Jimin?” Taehyung asks him.

“Me? I actually just wanted to drink my coffee and then continue renovations.”

“Ah yes of course. Shall I help you later?”

“If you want to.”

“I do”, Taehyung says and begins cutting up a few dates and almonds for the oatmeal, while you lower the heat for now.

“The oatmeal’s almost done. Should we tell the others that breakfast is almost finished?” you ask into the room.

“Yes, we could. We shall take watch”, Taehyung says.

“Mhm do that. I’ll get Yoongi. Can you text Kook?”

“I’ll text him”, Jimin says.

“Nice. I’ll check up on Yoongi. I’m sure that he is awake already.”

“Don’t take too long. Your tea is almost ready”, Taehyung calls after you. 

“Got it. Don’t forget to stir the oatmeal.”

You walk to Yoongi’s wing with a certain lighthearted skip in your steps. You feel so good. The mornings are so beautiful lately and you know that it is only because Yoongi is finally back. Knowing that you will meet him awake and healthy in his bedroom instead of grey and half-dead makes you want to do cartwheels in the middle of the hallway. You can’t do cartwheels, but you really, really want to.

You open the door to his wing, stifling a giggle. It’s so beautiful here. The curtains are open, letting in the morning light. The freshly fallen snow outside reflects it, making it appear brighter than it actually is. You stop for a quick moment, resting your hands on the window sill. If you get on your tiptoes and press your cheek against the glass you can spot the greenhouse at the other end of the estate. It looks almost out of place in the snowy landscape, as if someone dropped a paintbrush covered in green paint on a white canvas. You like it a lot. You really have to visit it again. You can’t remember the last time you actually took time to stroll through it. You giggle, pushing yourself off to continue your morning walk. Today is such a good day.

Your heart speeds up more and more the closer to Yoongi’s bedroom you come. He will be healthy and well behind the big door. You are so, so excited to see him. So excited in fact that you completely forget to knock.

He has ambers of a past fire glowing in the chimney and his curtains still drawn closed. Enough light shines into the room to illuminate it in a bluish haze. The air is soaked with the scent of his shower gel, courtesy of his bathroom door being open from last night’s shower.

“Good morning my love, I-”, you halt in your tracks, gawking at the bed. 

You were right, Yoongi is awake. Oh, he is very awake. He is in a white tunic while the rest of his body is hidden under the fluffy covers. He isn’t alone. Jungkook is with him, resting halfway on his tummy and with his fingers gripping the edge of the pillow. His face is scrunched up, but hidden halfway under the curtains of Yoongi’s long hair as the latter hovers over him. Jungkook is whimpering repeatedly with the distinct movements of Yoongi’s skilled hips. 

They slow down once you interrupt them by barging into the room. 

Yoongi lifts his head from Jungkook’s face, looking at you through the messy strands of his hair and with his eyes heavy in pleasure. Jungkook opens his eyes as well, looking droopy in bliss. They study you with tense silence between you.

“I am so sorry, I did not expect you guys to, to do that”, you stutter, turning your side to them to minimise some of the damage done. 

“You’re welcome to join”, Yoongi rasps and buries his face back in Jungkook’s neck. 

“Ah, hyung”, Jungkook moans, eyes falling closed.

Yoongi begins moving his hips again, filling the room with Jungkook’s whimpers and the creaking of the springs.

“That’s it my sweet one, relax”, Yoongi whispers and places his hand over Jungkook’s, “keep it just like that, you’re taking me so well”, he praises and rewards Jungkook with skilled rolls of his hips. Jungkook reacts in pitched moans and his fingers gripping Yoongi’s hand. You react by pressing your leg together.

Yoongi lifts his head, pinning you down with a look.

“What’s your answer?” he asks you. 

You gulp, eyes glued to them. Jungkook’s mouth is open widely, his eyes are squeezed shut. Yoongi is making sure the younger vampire is making the sweetest sounds with drawn out movements of his hips.

“I don’t- I just- you- we’re making breakfast”, you stutter, “do you guys want some too?”

“Mhm yeah”, Yoongi nods his head, “did you hear her, Kookie? Do you want breakfast?”

“Yes”, Jungkook moans, “yes, please don’t stop please.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi purrs, pecking Jungkook’s cheek before looking back at you, “I’m just gonna make Kookie cum and then we’ll join you, yeah? It won’t take long.”

“Yeah uh, holy fuck why are you guys so hot?”

Yoongi smirks and chuckles.

“The offer still stands”, he says, returning to his spot against Jungkook’s neck. 

The younger vampire keens in reaction, tilting his head back to reveal more of his neck to Yoongi’s hungry lips. 

“Such a good boy, Kookie. You’re my good boy”, you hear Yoongi rasp and then watch his hand press Jungkook’s hand deep into the pillow to pin him into place, “there we go, fuck back onto my cock. Good boy, such a good boy.”

“Hyung…”

You leave the room before you can intrude even more, stumbling back to the kitchen with wobbly knees. Holy fuck. This is really happening. Yoongi and Jungkook are really having the most intense morning sex right now. This is actually your life. Holy moly.

“Did you know?”

Taehyung turns around, studying you in question. He was stirring the oatmeal before that. Jimin isn’t in the kitchen anymore, probably having returned to renovating his new wing.

“Is that why you let me leave? Because you knew?”

“I don’t seem to understand”, he murmurs, watching you hurry to him in big steps, “darling what’s the matter? You smell….” he inhales deeply, “oh.”

“Don’t”, you whine, trying to mask the scent by pulling your jumper down your body.

“Is Yoongi naked?” Taehyung asks, “did you see him naked, mhm?” he wiggles his brows. 

“No, I didn’t. Don’t probe.”

“What then?” he asks and listens. 

“Tae no.”

“Oh”, he lets out, “oh?” he widens his eyes, “oh”, he parts his lips, “oh?!”

“Don’t listen in, this is so rude”, you whisper, nudging his chest lightly. 

“Since when are those two fucking?”

“Since always? You know that this is how Jungkook learns not to be violent during sex.”

“Oh, I am aware of their practices, but not of their actual sex. This just changed my worldview.”

“Is it that bad?”

“No, it’s wonderful”, Taehyung smiles boyishly, “oh, it is so obvious now. No wonder Yoongi always smells so good in Jungkook’s presence. He is in love, just as he is with you.”

“Oh dear”, you fluster.

“It makes such sense. No wonder. Kook is such a wonderful person and Yoongi spent so much time with him. Oh, it was bound to happen”, Taehyung says and giggles, “my sweetest, these are the best news”, he takes your hands, “now all I must do is to make Yoongi grow fond of me as well and then we can truly all see each other. Just imagine us. All together. Imagine all the orgies we could have.”

“Okay please don’t say that if you aren’t ready to bear the consequences”, you say, wiggling out of his hold.

“The consequences?”

“Yes. Me being even hornier than before.”

Taehyung chuckles, “I am very willing to bear those consequences.”

“Urgh Tae”, you groan, plopping your head against his chest, “I’m such a mess. Why did I have to walk in on them? Why are you saying that?”

“Poor woman”, he coos, massaging your neck softly, “what shall I do with you? Mhm?”

You whine, pulling him closer by his waist. Taehyung stumbles into you with a fond chuckle, rubbing your upper back gently. 

Yoongi and Jungkook enter the kitchen then.

“What’s wrong with her?” Yoongi asks upon which you lift your head and turn to look at him.  

He is dressed completely but with his tunic tugged into his pants messily, while Jungkook is wearing one of Yoongi’s ropes. Both vampires have their long hair tied out of their faces.

“I’m horny and it’s your fault.”

“I offered multiple times, you decided to run off instead”, Yoongi says nonchalantly as he struts to you. He leans in for a sweet kiss, making your knees buckle. He tastes like good sex and Jungkook. It’s a dangerous combination. You feel dizzy once he pulls back. He gives your chin a soft pinch, playful eyes running over you face slowly. “Don’t put this on me, princess.”

“You’re such a menace”, you whisper, making his eyes soften in fondness.

“Mhm”, he hums, stepping back to give Jungkook his space.

“Why didn’t you join us?” Jungkook asks, hurrying to you in light steps. He kisses your cheek then moves in to kiss Taehyung.

“Who? Me or ___?” Taehyung teases.

Jungkook giggles, “don’t say that, Tae.”

“Why not? Oh Kookie, you smell so good”, Taehyung coos, nuzzling into Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook laughs loudly, throwing his head back as he wraps his arms around Taehyung in a hug. The two vampires are stumbling, loosing themselves in a loving fight for kisses. You turn your attention to the oatmeal.

Yoongi places himself right behind you, making you look over your shoulder in question. He steps closer, forcing his chest to press into your back.

“What are you doing?”

He wraps his arms around your waist, giving you a little squeeze.

“Gosh, you cutie”, you say, intertwining your fingers with his’, “that’s nice.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi hums and resting his chin on your shoulder.

You crane your neck, trying to look at him. He sends a shy look at Taehyung and Jungkook, letting you know that he is still very shy about being publicly affectionate but that he wants to try.

“You’re so cute”, you tell him.

It flusters him and so he ends up hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He purrs softly and so quietly that only you can hear – and most importantly feel – it.

“You smell so good”, he lulls, tugging you closer, “why didn’t you join us?”  

“I just didn’t wanna disrupt you”, you confess.

“You don’t. I always want you”, Yoongi assures you, kissing your neck in a way that sends shivers down your spine.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”, Yoongi lulls his words, “I nutted too early ‘cause I thought of you. Imagined you join us and kiss my neck. That shit made me so sensitive.”

“Oh my god, Yoongi”, you gasp.

Yoongi chuckles deeply, lifting his head and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I heard you’re making breakfast”, he says, running his fingers up and down your tummy as he looks into the pot, “oatmeal. That smells really good.”

You glance at him.

Yoongi notices instantly, locking eyes with you just so he can flash you a playful grin.

“You’re so mean”, you mumble.

Yoongi chuckles, leaning in to peck your cheek.

“You’re so cute”, he whispers, nuzzling his nose into you for one last sniff before he pulls back, “I’m setting the table. Who wants to eat?” he asks.

“I do”, Jungkook says, “I feel like oatmeal today.”

“Not for me, thank you. I plan on going hunting with Jimin later”, Taehyung dismisses him, returning to the task of back hugging Jungkook and making the latter giggle each time he nibbles on his neck.

“You smell so good, Kookie”, he coos, “good sex always makes you smell heavenly.”

“Baby, stop”, Jungkook laughs, fighting him gently “seriously.”

Taehyung giggles and pulls Jungkook closer, erupting another wave of laughter from him.  

You look away in order to give them their privacy, turning off the stove and pushing the pot of oatmeal to the side. You open the fridge in search of something savoury only to find nothing.

“Damn”, you say, “I really gotta go grocery shopping later. Hey guys, Imma go down to the cellar and see if we still have something down there.”

“Yes, yes”, Taehyung acknowledges you absentmindedly in sync with slipping his hand into Jungkook’s rope. 

Jungkook reacts in a gasp and a whine of Taehyung’s name, dropping his head against the latter’s shoulder. Taehyung chuckles deeply, clearly feeling up the younger vampire’s chest.

You don’t get to witness what happens next as you are too busy leaving for the cellar in happy steps.

Someone calls your name behind you as you are already in the hallway. You turn. 

Yoongi is jogging to catch up with you. Your heart flutters at the aspect of it, your entire face lights up. 

“Hey”, he says and intertwines his fingers with you as he comes to an abrupt stop. 

“Hey there.”

“Can I come with you? They’re making out.”

You snicker, “of course they are. I would love to have you come with me”, you say and smile, “come”, you tug him with you, “I really hope that we still have some food in the storage. I crave something salty.”

“Did you finish all the carbonara?”

“Yes, last night. It was so yummy”, you say, lighting the torches as you walk past them. 

Yoongi watches it happening with a proud sparkle in his fond eyes. 

“Tae and I shared a kinky night and I got hungry afterwards.”

“Yeah? Did you have fun?”

You nod your head, “so much. Do you know what pegging is?” you ask and turn around, forcing Yoongi to stumble to a stop. 

He blinks rapidly, looking beyond flustered.

“I, I mean I- uh, ye-yeah, yeah I guess I do. Why?”

You run your eyes up and down his face, making him gulp. 

“Mhm”, you shrug your shoulders, “just so”, you say and turn to continue walking.

Yoongi follows you with heated cheeks.

“I did it with Tae last night. It was so much fun. I felt so powerful”, you say and light the next torch especially brightly. 

Yoongi squeezes your hand because of it, drawing closer to you like a hypnotized, obsessed animal. 

“Do you think that maybe you would want to do that with me one day?”

“What?” Yoongi gasps. 

You stop and turn around. He stumbles into you with a huff of air. 

“Can I fuck your ass one day?”

Yoongi widens his eyes and looks away. 

“What in the devil’s name, woman?” he murmurs, touching the side of his neck, “you can’t just say that.”

“Why not?” you giggle. 

“Because what if…you can’t…I don’t know, just don’t say it.”

You kiss his glowing cheek. 

“I missed your cute ass so fucking much”, you say, touching his chest as you draw closer. Your eyes race over his features, your heart flutters like crazy. He looks so pretty in the light of the torches.

Yoongi lowers his eyes shyly and scrunches his nose up. 

“You know that I’m just playing, right?”

He lifts his eyes. “Huh?” he lets out, tilting his head in confusion.

“I only wanna do stuff you’re comfortable with.”

“I know”, Yoongi whispers, looking at your lips. He touches your waist, stepping closer. His fingers squeeze your sides, his eyes lower yearningly. “I’m comfortable”, he breathes, parting his lips.

“Fuck, Yoongi…”

You can feel the electricity prickle on your skin. It’s just you and him. The first time you reconnected again was blurred by emotions, then you and he shared the night with someone else and now you are here. Alive, healthy, well rested and head cleared of overwhelming emotions. This right here is fucking real and it’s goddamn fucking addicting.

Yoongi slides his hand to the small of your back. His touch is electric, laced with warmth. No more cold skin. You have his warmth back. And it’s messing with your head. 

You run your hand to the back of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. He is finally restored to his full-self, which means his senses are as heightened as they can be. Your touch is heavy. Not in physicality, but in emotional impact. Yoongi swears, it gets hard to breathe because of it. 

Closer. You part your lips just as Yoongi does. Your noses almost touch, your tongues crave for the sweet taste of each other’s kiss.

“Princess”, he whispers.

“Yoongi”, you breathe.

“Why didn’t you join us?”

“I just wanted you guys to have your moment.”

“You’re so unfair.”

You draw closer, moaning softly. Yoongi purrs, chasing you as his fingers twist the fabric of your jumper. You feel dizzy. All you need is his kiss. 

“I wanna kiss you so fucking bad”, Yoongi confesses and pulls your hips against his’. 

You sigh his name, giving in to your sweetest temptation. You kiss him and with it, light up your entire world. Yoongi moans, grinding into you. This isn’t gentle. This is needy, sloppy kissing because all you craved was each other. One moment, you are kissing in the middle of the corridor, the next he has you pressed against a cold wall, writhing and moaning from the sensation as your fingers twist his hair and your tongue dances with his’. And the next, you have him breathless against the door to Taehyung’s photo laboratory, hands unbuttoning his shirt messily and teeth nibbling on his lips as he tries to slip his hands under your sweater.

You want him. You want him so fucking bad.

The door opens. You stumble inside. The red lights turn on. Yoongi hit the switch. He picks you up afterwards just to carry you to the table and set you down on it. His hips are between your legs instantly, his hands bury themselves under your jumper. The kiss breaks for a gasp for air. Not long. Just long enough to ask each other for consent. It’s a useless question. Of course you want each other. Knowing that the feeling’s mutual adds a layer of exciting thrill to the whole scene. You want him and he wants you. It turns you on so much to know. Fuck, you can’t get enough of each other. 

You tug his shirt out of his pants and rip open the last button. His torso falls happy victim to your touches. It forces a deep moan out of him. He breaks the kiss only to connect his pouty lips with your neck. He knows exactly where to suck and nibble, moaning unapologetically the entire time. 

“Yoongi”, you sigh, arching your back as you let your head roll back. You pull him closer with your legs hooked behind his butt, slipping your fingers to his nipples. They pebble in an instant, feeling so good under your touch. You missed the feeling of them. He has such perfect, pretty nipples. And so reactive too. His shaky breath swirls against your skin, he sounds so affected by the touch.

“Don’t stop”, he begs, reminding your neck who owns it. He cups your breasts. You haven’t put on a bra yet. You forgot about that fact, so feeling his unfiltered, raw touch on your tits makes you fight for air. He massages your flesh deeply, using his thumb and pointer finger to pinch and roll your nipples. You forgot how perfectly your tits fit into his hands. Almost as if they were sculpted just for him. Or perhaps his hands were sculpted to hold you. Whatever way it is, the outcome is the same. You are soaking your panties and moaning his name. 

“Take off my shirt”, you order.

“Lift your arms.”

You follow. Yoongi undresses you, throws the jumper on the ground, draws closer to you without looking. He can look at your beautiful body later, he needs to feel you. That’s all he craves. He presses himself against you, sharing heat. His hands slip to your tits, cupping them and feeling them up.

“Fuck yes”, you moan, pulling him closer with your hands on his upper back.

“Can I suck them?” he asks breathily, “please?”

“Please do”, you beg.

Yoongi curses under his breath, bowing his head to worship your chest. Eager sucks, adoring kisses, hungry licks. He is purring deeply as he does, reminding your weakened body just how much weaker it can get if only he touches you. You part your legs, arch your back, moan his name. He is making you burn up and you love it.

Yoongi takes in your change in scent instantly, reacting in a needy roll of his hips. He chases nothing. The position he currently finds himself in forces distance between your hips. He hates it. All he wants is to feel your heat. Your true and utterly soaked heat.

“You smell so good”, he lulls, running his tongue up your body until he can bite your earlobe softly, “please let me fuck you.”

“Do it”, you beg, tugging at his pants.

“Princess”, he growls playfully, rubbing his cock into you just once to truly rile you up. The moan slipping out of you makes him growl again. He grips you tightly and lifts you with one arm, using the other to take off your panties. They fall on the floor and get forgotten.

His pants join them after he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. So now you are naked and so goddamn desperate for each other. One look. Chaste and quick. You each can’t spare more time. You don’t want to stare, you want to feel.

You tug Yoongi closer in sync with him stepping closer. You connect with each other in a rough manner, knocking needy sounds out of both of you. You begin grinding and rubbing on each other instantly, fingers so incredibly needy for a touch.

“I’ll touch you”, Yoongi says.

“Yes. I’ll touch you”, you say.

“Do it.”

Your hands slip between the other’s legs, lips meet in a desperate kiss. His cock leaks all over your fingers, feeling way too fucking hard. You jerk him off quickly, making him throb. Your pussy covers his long fingers in your pleasure, hugging him needily. He curls his digits, rolling his thumb over your clit at the same time. You want to fucking scream because of it. If he wasn’t kissing you, you probably would have.

You have no idea why you haven’t connected yet. Maybe you are both suckers for suffering. All you crave is each other and yet you still don’t connect. It feels incredibly cruel. Way too goddamn cruel.

“Yoongi”, you break the kiss, “I can’t take it, please fuck me.”

“Pull me in, princess”, he orders.

You tug him closer by his cock, forcing a loud gasp out of him. He stumbles, slamming his left hand on the table next to you.

“___”, he gasps, gawking at you.

You giggle, giving him a playful smirk. You soothe his cock with soft touches.

“What? You told me to pull you in.”

He grips your hips and tugs you against him, growling playfully.

“You’re such a little brat. Fucking open your legs and let me stuff that pretty pussy of yours.”

You follow happily, gripping his waist as you get lost in his eyes. He sinks in slowly, forcing your eye contact to falter. Now you are whole again. Fuck, he is plugging you up so goddamn good.

“You feel like heaven”, Yoongi moans and closes his eyes. He lost. He wanted to keep looking at you, but he couldn’t. “I missed you so much. Fuck princess, you feel so fucking good.”

“Kiss me”, you beg, closing your eyes.

You and him fall into the kiss, just as you fall into each other. Arms hold each other close, hips chase the pleasure desperately. Yoongi moves fast and hard. He knows that you can take it. He’d feel it if you couldn’t. Yoongi always knows what your body craves and what it can take. And right now, you crave it hard. Hard and without holding back. 

“Oh god, yes”, you break the kiss to moan, pressing your tits into him as you arch your back, “Yoongi…ah, Yoongi!”

Your voice overshadows him. He is grunting and purring deeply, listening to your blissed out moans as he keeps fucking you hard and rough. He loves getting you like this. He loves it especially today. 

“So good”, he presses out through gritted teeth, “you’re such a good girl, fuck baby, you’re my good girl. Ah fuck.”

Your cunt sounds wet and well fucked as he drills his cock into you. The table croaks each time he bottoms out, shaking under his angry hips. He has to take it out on you. You drive him crazy, he is so pissed off at how good you get him. How obsessed he is with you. How you are running through his mind all the time. Only you get him this hard, this desperate, this blinded by pleasure. And Yoongi has to show you what that gets you.

Yoongi grips you and tilts your hips, forcing your legs to lift and for your body to tilt back. You gasp his name and grip his strong arms, digging your nails into his tensing muscles. He is hitting the right spot over and fucking over again. But he does it in such a cruel angle that your voice turns from loud to silent. 

Yoongi watches it happen with blown out pupils. He chases your wet cunt. The movement is harsh. The desk creaks because of it, shaking dangerously. 

“My good girl”, he spits with furrowed brows and his hair falling out of his bun messily, “you drive me fucking insane. Stop that”, he says, punishing you with deep thrusts. The table shakes, your toes curl, your fingers threaten to slip from his arms, “fucking stop messing with my mind. Fuck.”

“Not so hard please”, you beg not for your sake but the table’s sake. 

“I know you can take it, don’t lie to me.”

The table croaks loudly, shaking as he drills you. You grip its edge, regretting it as you lose balance and fall. Yoongi catches you before you can, pulling you back up. He lifts you close to him. Like this, you are towering over him with the back of your uppermost thighs still resting on the table. He bounces you on his cock, looking up at you with hazy eyes.

“You’re my only addiction”, he says and smirks lazily, “I fucking love that”, he adds in a raspy whisper and sticks his long tongue out to run it along your sensitive neck. 

“Mhmfn”, you get out. You can’t function. Your clit is rubbing against his tummy, your neck burns up under his tongue and his grip is bruising your skin. It’s making you fucking cum.

“Do it”, he rasps, feeling your pretty pussy throb all around his cock, “I know you want to. So do it.”

“Yoongi it…happening.”

“Let. Go”, he orders and bounces you harshly, forcing your orgasm to hit you angrily and oh so deeply. 

You claw at him, wrapping your limbs around him as tightly as possible. You squeak into the crook of his neck, shaking like crazy. Only Yoongi can get you like this.

“That’s it, good job. Such a good girl, that’s my good girl”, Yoongi praises you, fucking you through your high with gentle strokes. He knows your tight pussy couldn’t take much more. 

He sets you down once you stopped shaking, rocking himself into you slowly. He runs his hands up and down your shaking thighs, flashing you a hazy smile.

“That’s my princess”, he praises, lowering his eyes adoringly.

“Yoongi, more”, you beg, barely catching your breath. 

Yoongi runs his eyes over your glowing face. Your skin is glistening in a pretty layer of sweat, your pupils are blown out, your lips puffy from kissing. You look so ready for more. 

“Yeah?” he makes sure, tensing his abs because all he wants to do is fuck into you, but he knows to wait for your consent.

You nod head, parting your legs. 

“I’ll go hard again, yeah?”

“More.”

Yoongi lifts you off of him and the table.

“No. More”, you beg, trying to get him back. 

“Patience.”

“Yoongi, please.”

“Fuck, you’re so impatient.”

He sets you down in front of the table in a way that your back would face him. He steps closer and runs his hands up your sides. His skin feels like fire against yours where you touch. You feel like trembling in anticipation. 

“Bend over”, he rasps against the shell of your ear. 

You follow instantly, parting your legs as you do. Like this, you are supporting yourself on your elbows, resting your forehead on your folded hands.

“There we go. You’re such a good girl.”

Yoongi slings his arm around you and cups your breast, rewarding you with a soft pinch. He kisses your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck afterwards. A deep purr vibrates against your back, a sweet kiss follows. 

“I’m fucking obsessed with you”, he rasps and enters you. 

“Oh”, you gasp, feeling your knees buckle.

Yoongi holds you up with a strong arm around your waist.

“Are you comfortable?” he makes sure.

“Yes. Don’t stop please”, you beg with a trembling voice.

 He fills your ears with a deep moan and a whispered curse.

“So wet”, he lulls, “mhhhm princess, can’t get enough of you”, he says and begins chasing you in deep, harsh rolls of his hips. 

“Yes”, you squeak, “yes! Don’t stop, yes!”

It is rare that Yoongi takes you that way. He is too obsessed with looking at your face and oftentimes forgets about the joys of raw dogging until it is already too late and he has you completely ruined and unable to go again. So it is rare to get his cock that way, which makes this right here the most incredible thing ever. 

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“I can’t my love, wanna fuck you so fucking good.”

He is so deep in this position, curving just right to hit your favourite spots over and over again. His hands are busy with either making sure that your nipples stay swollen and sensitive or with leaving tender spots on your hips from gripping you oh so strongly.

Yoongi runs his tongue up your upper spine, sending electricity through your veins. 

“Please”, you beg and lift yourself just enough that he has better access. You don’t even know why you are begging. Yoongi won’t stop. He told you that. Begging feels so fucking good though when it’s with him.

Yoongi slips his hand from your tits to wrap his long fingers around your neck instead. You freeze up in bliss. Yes. You wish he never lets go again. His tongue swirls over your shoulder, leaving behind trails of goosebumps. His hips drill you senseless.

“Please.”

He tugs you up, forcing your back to arch and for your lips to fall open. There is pressure on your veins. Your head pounds. Blood flow gets less. You are dizzy and it’s addicting. Yes. Fucking yes.

You squeak, spilling tears. You don’t want him to stop. The world could end and you still wouldn’t want him to stop.

“My good girl”, he lulls and seeks your scent. He tilts your head to the side, running his tongue over your skin right where his thumb digs into your veins. He purrs, parting his lips to allow you a glimpse of his fangs. He runs their sharp tips over your skin, squeezing your veins hungrily.

You mewl, tilting your neck to him. You know that he won’t bite you. Not him. He will tease you, rile you up until you are dizzy only to pull his fangs in at the very last moment before sinking his teeth into your tender skin. Not too deep. Just enough to pinch and leave soft marks.

The bite combined with the choke scrambles your brain. You struggle with standing up, but Yoongi holds you up. He fucks you deep and hard even with everything going on. As if his only function right now was to fuck you into a brainless mess. 

“Don’t stop”, you beg under tears, rutting into him messily, “it feels so good”, you sob, clawing at the table. You are pretty sure that if he keeps going like that, you’ll actually break a piece.

“Fuck”, Yoongi growls, taking one of your clammy hands to pin it against the table. His grip is demanding and strong. He puts his weight onto you, forcing you to stay in this position with nothing but a glimpse of his strength. You feel weak and fragile because of it, sobbing his name as you drip all over his cock. Your head falls to the front, losing any kind of strength. Yoongi is the only one holding it up with his hand around your throat. The pressure is addicting. 

You sob his name, spilling tears all over the wooden table. Yoongi watches it happen through his messy bangs, pressing himself closer because of it. 

“Don’t cry”, he whispers, “you’re making me wanna fucking act up.”

“I can’t, I can’t. It feels so good.”

“Fuck princess”, he spits and grips your hips. He is hesitating, you can sense it in the way he inhales. What is he holding back on? He exhales, “touch your clit.”

You follow instantly, sobbing his name. His cock feels so much deeper now that you are touching yourself. Each time he bottoms out, you feel hot between your legs. Hot and fucking electric. You hope that he never stops.

“There we go, such a good job”, he praises, “wanna reward you, princess.”

“Please.”

“Mhm, wanna spank you. Say the word and I won’t.”

“Please do, please.”

“Mhhm princess, you make so, so-”, spank, “-happy.”

The pain is sharp and hot. It stings at first until it lingers on your skin as deep warmth. You sob his name, arching into him. You want more. It feels so good.

He strikes you twice. One on each side. His left hand still keeps an iron grip on your throat, stealing your clarity. Your fingers on your clit stutter, his cock feels massive inside you.

“Good girl, such a good girl”, Yoongi praises you and rewards you with more spanks. Two on each buttocks. It hurts and stings, leaving your pussy dripping like crazy. 

“You’re taking this so well, princess”, he praises, caressing your heated skin. You feel so tender under his touch. Yoongi loves that feeling so fucking much, craving for another hit. Your pussy clenches so cutely whenever he does it. Yoongi wants it so bad.

“More”, you beg, chasing him with weak knees. 

Yoongi follows happily, giving you calculated spanks on each of your sensitive buttocks. He drills his cock into you deep and hard as he does, forcing squeaky gasps out of you. 

“So good”, he growls, pulling you closer by your throat, “so fucking good”, he adds and spanks you so hard that the impact forces you into the table with such strength you move it. You know that you will have deep bruises on your tummy because of it, riding on the pain like an addict. 

Yoongi doesn’t give you a break, connecting his big hand with your ass in yet another harsh spank. You want to moan, but can’t. He is choking you so fucking hard. Breathing gets hard. It’s not just your blood he cuts off by now. You squeak and gasp, drooling all over your chin as you can’t even swallow. 

“Good girl”, he sounds far gone in the pleasure, his voice is distorted by it. He spanks you, drills you and you feel like fighting for air, pussy clenching all around his veiny cock. Fuck, you can’t breathe. 

“I can’t breathe”, you croak, clawing at his wrist. 

Yoongi loosens his fingers around your throat instantly. You didn’t think he would listen that soon. He sounded so far gone.

“Yeah? Need a break?” he asks, caressing your burning skin. He just knows that sitting will hurt for you for some while. He feels bad, but also proud. He knows that you’re into this shit. 

“A little”, you beg.

“Mhhm, good girl.”

Yoongi releases your throat and catches your head as it falls with you. He sets it down on the table gently, running his fingers over the back of your head. 

You sob loudly, giving up on him as the sudden rush of blood forces you over the edge. You didn’t even want to cum, but it’s hard not to when Yoongi fucks you. 

“There we go. That’s my princess”, Yoongi praises with his voice strained. He didn’t expect you to orgasm. Not that soon already. You weren’t supposed to yet. 

It doesn’t matter to him in the end however. He keeps fucking you, burying his fingers in the back of your neck to keep you pinned to the table. 

“Good girl, good girl, good girl”, he chants, grinding his teeth. 

“Stop please, it’s too much”, you beg, trembling in overstimulation. You hope he doesn’t stop. It burns so fucking good.

“No”, he spits, punishing you with such a harsh thrust you can feel his heavy balls hit you. 

You writhe and wail, fleeing from him. Your fingers slip from your clit because all you can do is reach up and scratch down the table.

“Please no more”, you beg, seeing stars. Your pussy is so tight and his cock is so big. The burn is addicting.

“Colour?” he asks.

“Green”, you wail.

“Then you’re not done”, he spits and grips your hips to keep you still. He slips his fingers to your clit and rubs you quickly, using enough of his supernatural powers to make it inhumanly fast. It results in you wailing his name, clawing and scratching at the table as Yoongi forces you to suffer through the most intense overstimulation you have ever felt. 

You try to beg him for mercy, but you can’t produce words. You can barely produce sounds. Just squeaks and weak “ah, ah”s. The rest is gasps for air, silence as you hold your breath and frantic exhales followed by another panicky inhale.

“That’s it. Now you’re behaving. Fucking begging me for a break when we both know you can take it”, he growls and punishes you with a harsh thrust and his fingers torturing your clit, “you’re such a good girl, princess love.”

You are writhing away from him. Without his hold, your knees wouldn’t be able to support yourself. He is fucking his cock into your convulsing, throbbing pussy. So tight and wet from all that orgasming. But not tight enough. Not wet enough. He knows you’ve got it in you. He is maniac for it. He needs to feel it again. 

Yoongi presses his fingers closer, speeding up.

“Hurts”, you get out and return to gasping desperately. 

“Almost there, just let go. Give it to me. Go on, fucking give it to me.”

You sob, slipping only to be pulled up and pinned by him. 

“Don’t give up on me. I’ve fucking got you.”

You are going to fucking explode. It hurts so much, but you can’t get enough. You can feel it happening. It is building up rapidly. Your body is going to give up because of it. You don’t want to stop. You want to keep going.

“Yoongi”, you sob, “Yoongi please. Pleaseee.”

“Give it to me, princess", Yoongi orders in a deep growl.

He breaks you. 

You scream. Fall silent. Squirt.

“Yes!” Yoongi pulls out of you, making way for your wet orgasm. Without his cock plugging you up, it spills everywhere. Messily and in desperate spurts each time you convulse. Yoongi makes sure you can’t stop by rubbing and rubbing and rubbing your clit with inhuman speed. And you try to scream and gasp for air and scream again, wetting yourself and the floor with way too much squirt. Maybe you are even pissing yourself. Who can tell? Quite frankly, you don’t care. It feels too fucking good.  

“Good girl, that’s my princess. And you wanted to stop, look at you now”, he taunts and grunts deeply as he fucks his cock into his free hand, “gonna fucking cum, baby. You smell so fucking good.”

He moans and lets go, covering your ass and lower back in his hot cum. You barely feel it. You are too preoccupied with completely breaking apart and pissing yourself to really take in anything else.

You beg Yoongi for a break once he’s milked you dry. And he knows to give you one. The desperation in your voice is real. Yoongi almost goes insane at the innocent sound of it. Fuck, he wants to give you the fucking world. 

He draws closer and hugs your waist, slipping his fingers from your tortured clit that way. He kisses your spine until you stop shaking, whispering the sweetest praises just for you to hear. He is there for you during those moments after your high where you completely give up and sink into yourself. He catches you and helps you up sit you on the table. You hiss at the contact. Your ass hurts. 

“Too much?” he asks and you shake your head.

He claims the emptiness between your legs, allowing you to fall into his arms. 

“Good job, my love”, he praises, caressing your back, “you did such a good job right now.” 

You shiver uncontrollably, seeking his closeness. Yoongi gives it to you gladly, soothing you with soft hushes and loving touches.

“I’m so, so proud of you. You did so well, my love.”

You might never recover. This was way too much. Yoongi is actually back. Now your body finally realised it as well. After he made you feel the way only he can make you feel, your body finally realised that he was really there. Right here with you.

“Yoongi.”

You cry. Not from sadness but relief. Utter and incredibly happy relief. The feelings he made you experience right now are the catalyst for this cry. Finally your body can let go. Yoongi is back. And he isn’t going to leave again.

“I’m right here, my love. Let it all out, I’m right here.”

Yoongi holds you until you calm down. And he holds you gladly, whispering sweet nothings into your hair and touching you soothingly. 

You feel so good after the cry. So, so good. You lift your head shyly, meeting his adoring gaze. He smiles softly, cupping your cheeks to dry the remnants of your tears.

“That felt good, didn’t it?” he speaks in his voice. The voice he has when he talks to you. Soft and loving and full of warm comfort. 

You nod your head, drawing closer to him.

“Yoongi?”

“Yes, princess?”

“You won’t leave again, will you?”

He smiles, shaking his head, “of course not, my love.”

“Good, that’s good. And Yoongi?”

“Yes, my princess?”

“I love you so much.”

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut as he smiles, gazing at you afterwards. He runs his thumb over the delicate skin under your eyes. 

“I love you too, my most loved”, he says, tilting his head to the side in fondness. 

You lower your eyes and giggle. You’re his most loved. Yoongi hums and kisses your cheek, petting the back of your head. 

“You did really well”, he whispers.

“You were so rough”, breathe and wiggle.

“Was I too much?”

You shake your head, “please don’t ever stop being rough. It’s so hot when you are.”

He chuckles, pecking your cheek, “okay, I won’t.”

“I mean it”, you whisper, “it was so good. I love it when you choke me and bite me and, and spank me. Yeah, it’s all so good.”

He smiles and hums, nodding his head in understanding.

“My ass hurts”, you say and grin cutely.

“Yeah?”

“Mh-hm and my tummy”, you touch it, “you fucked the table into me.”

“No, princess”, he gasps, placing his hand on your tummy to caress it, “why didn’t you stop me? I’m so sorry, I didn’t even notice it.”

“It’s okay, I wanted it”, you say and chuckle, “I’ll have bruises for days though.”

“God, princess”, he says, bowing down to kiss your tummy. You giggle, watching it happening with a fluttering heart. His kisses are so loving and nice. 

“Does that help?” he asks.

“Yeah, I feel so much better already.”

Yoongi lifts his head, giving you a little pout. 

“Sorry again.”

“Don’t apologise, you could bruise me more from now on.”

He widens his eyes.

“I’m serious.”

“Goddamn you, woman”, he chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

You giggle, giving him a flirty smile.

“I know”, you pull him closer, “you’re not dying again though. I won’t let that happen.”

He chuckles, “honestly I agree. That shit wasn’t fun.”

“See? Shock therapy. At least now you won’t talk about it all the time like some stupid”, you say, nudging his chest.

He laughs, “I definitely won’t.”

“Good”, you say and grin. Your eyes meet in a fond gaze.

“Should we clean up and finally get that food you wanted?” he asks.

“Oh yeah, food. I completely forgot about that. Oh god, my love”, you plop against him with a huff of air, “what are you doing to me?”

He chuckles, “it’s what you get for walking out on me and Kook.”

You snicker, nuzzling into him.

“If that’s so, I’ll walk out more often.”

He chuckles, "mhm, don’t even start.”

“And if I will?”

“I’ll make you see what that gets you. Maybe I’ll tie you up and torture you for hours, mhm? Keep you right on edge at first and then make you piss yourself from overstimulation. I know my princess can take it, so I won’t hold back.”

“Oh my god, Yoongi”, you gasp, lifting your head to gawk at him.

He laughs, pinching your cheek. 

“You’re so cute”, he says.

“You’re so mean”, you mumble and pout. 

“Mhm yeah”, he pinches your cheek one last time, then breaks away to collect your clothes. 

He helps you with cleaning up and getting dressed. You watch him clean up and put on his clothes as you recover on the table. Yoongi opens his ruined bun, running his fingers through his hair.

“I gotta stop fucking that hard, my hair’s a mess”, he says, shaking his head twice to fix the ruffled strands of hair. 

“It’s hot, don’t you dare stop.”

He chuckles, “of course you’d say that. I think my hair’s too long. It’s getting hard to handle.”

“No. Do not touch your hair or else I’ll tie you up. And it’s not gonna be in a sexual way but in a hostage situation way.”

He laughs. 

“Don’t threaten me with a good time”, he says, buttoning up his shirt, “besides, didn’t you want to cut my hair all the time?”

“That was past me. She was an idiot.”

He laughs. You giggle, kicking your feet happily.

“I see"”, he says and fixes the hair tie on his wrist. He draws closer to you afterwards, running his hands up and down your thighs, “you turned the sink on.”

“Mhm?”

He nods his head into the direction of the sink. You turn and look. The water is running. 

“Huh? How? What?”

“It’s okay. Just think about turning it off again”, he says softly, running his eyes over your neck. Your skin tempts him so much, looking so empty. 

“I am, but it’s not working.”

“Try harder”, Yoongi whispers and kisses your neck.

The water becomes more. 

“Yoongi! You are doing the exact opposite to me”, you complain in a whine. 

Yoongi chuckles, “sorry”, he whispers, taking your hands, “try it now.”

You think of turning off the water as hard as you can, concentrating on Yoongi caressing your knuckles. The water stops. 

“I did it!”

He looks at you and smiles. 

“Good job, I knew you could do it.”

You fluster, feeling oh so giddy in your chest. The fondness in his eyes grows. He steps closer and tugs your hands around his waist so you would hold him.

“I don’t know why I did that”, you say.

“It’s okay, don’t apologise. You were in a highly emotional situation and it happened. The good thing is that you controlled it again.”

“Meredith gave me this bracelet, but I think it’s not working”, you say, showing it to him. 

Yoongi inspects it, running his thumb over it as he does. 

“Mhm”, he hums, tugging your hand back to his waist, “it does help, it’s just weak. Without it, you probably would have already flooded the floor.”

“Woah? Really?”

He nods his head.

“Oh my god, that’s scary to imagine.”

“Don’t worry, love. I know what to do.”

“Really?”

“Mhm yeah, I’ll show you”, he smirks playfully, “I know just the tricks to get you emotional”, he says, running his hands to the inside of your thighs.

“My prince”, you whine, squirming giddily.

He chuckles, eyes softening. He slips his hands to your hips, massaging you gently.

“I look forward to training with you, my love”, he confesses and grins cutely. 

“You are saying things, good god”, you say with a fluttering heart, “is that how you trained with Jelena too? Mhm?” you tease.

“Okay first of all”, he pouts, “what she and I did is in the past and second of all, I have feelings for you, so of course I didn’t do the same things with her as I do with you.”

“Mhm yeah? And what are the things you do so differently?”

Yoongi leans in and bites your cheek, eliciting a squeaky giggle from you. 

“I’ll bite you”, he whispers, biting the tip of your nose next.

“Okay, okay I give up. I get it”, you laugh, pushing at his chest gently. 

Yoongi chuckles, kissing your nose as a weak apology before stepping back. His eyes are sparkling like crazy. 

“So uncool”, you murmur, rubbing your nose.

He smiles, squeezing your thighs gently. 

“It’s what you get”, he says.

Giddily, you give him a smile. He retorts it.

“Should we get food now?” you ask.

“Yeah? Can you walk?”

“I don’t know”, you say and grin.

Yoongi rolls his eyes fondly.

“Hold onto me”, he says and lifts you off the table, bouncing you in his arm twice. 

“Yay that’s nice”, you murmur. You wrap your arms around him and nuzzle into his neck, finding comfort that way. “Thank you for carrying me, I’m so weak”, you say.

“Sure you are”, he says with knowing amusement in his voice.

He carries you to the food storage and only sets you down once he makes sure that you can walk. He carries the food once you retrieve it, holding your hand as you wander back to the kitchen together. You feel confident in your legs to not give up anymore. You still feel terribly weak however. 

“Yoongi, can I confess something?” you ask him as behind you, the torches die out.

“Of course.”

“But you have to promise me not to get mad.”

“I won’t. Tell me, love.”

“I uhm, I took the black keys for the tunnels.”

“What?” he gawks at you. 

“I, I needed a quiet place to practice the spells and I needed access to the round room, so I took the keys and went into the tunnels.”

“Oh my god princess no”, he draws closer, “I told you not to do that. Why would go there? This is so dangerous”, he is whining.

“I know”, you whine, “and I was really scared at first, but I made the tunnels safe-ish and I locked them again and returned the keys to where they were”

“God, princess you are so reckless sometimes. I guess, I’m glad that nothing happened but this was still really reckless. Especially with your unfocused magic.”

“Are you angry at me now?”

He shakes his head.

“No. I’m just glad that you told me. Thank you for being honest even if what you did was reckless.”

“I won’t do it anymore. The tunnels are way too dark and wet and cursed.”

“Yeah, I know. Honestly, we should seal up that gate permanently. Maybe even build a brick wall there. Hang a picture on it maybe.”

“I’d be down. No more creepy tunnels and I’m sure that the cellar would smell less like death too.”

He snorts, “yeah, definitely.”

You study his face. Despite your confession, he looks content. Oh how easy it is to talk to him. If only you had done more of it in the past, you probably could have saved yourself of so much grief. You shake off those thoughts. You shouldn’t dwell on past mistakes. Yoongi is here and he is happy and healthy. That’s all that matters. The sweet present and your bright future. That’s all that matters.

“Gosh Yoongi Boongie”, you say, hugging his arm, “I’m so happy that you are back. I want to keep crying. If I wasn’t so happy, I probably would.”

Yoongi sneaks a shy glance at you.

“I feel the same”, he confesses, “although”, he adds, draping his arm over your shoulder, “I do gotta be serious boyfriend for second and tell you that I don’t agree with you almost killing yourself in the process. This was really reckless of you and I never wanted you to kill yourself for my sake. Okay?”

You flutter your lashes at him.

“No, no don’t give me those eyes”, he says in a laugh, turning to you so he can cradle your cheeks, “you’re so reckless, my love and you gotta hear it”, he is still laughing, carrying not an ounce of anger on his features.

“I know”, you mumble, sagging your shoulders in defeat, “I know and I am sorry. I really am, The others tried to stop me multiple times, but you know how stubborn I am.”

“You’re so stubborn, yeah”, he agrees and pulls you into a tender forehead kiss, “don’t ever change. Hear me, love?”

Your heart flutters, your tummy tingles. You tilt your head so you could look at him.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing, this was just…this made me feel really loved.”

He smiles and caresses your cheek, “you are”, he whispers.

“Oh my god, Yoongi”, you get out and nudge his chest, cackling rather unflattering afterwards with your shoulders swaying from side to side.

Yoongi’s smile grows and finds its brightest peak when you kiss him deeply and full of love.

“You’re cute”, he whispers against your lips.

“And I love you”, you whisper, stubbing him with your nose.

“Mhm, love”, he purrs, stubbing you in return.

You giggle, he smiles. Both your eyes are closed.

“I wanna keep doing this, but I’m so hungry.”

“I know”, he says and runs his hand to the side of your neck, “come on, let’s make you some food. Something really yummy, yeah? I don’t ever want you starving yourself again.”

“Yes, I’d love that. Something really yummy.”

You hold hands as you wander to the kitchen, sneaking glances at each other at every given chance.

“I really missed cooking with you, Boongie.”

“I missed it too, my love”,  he says, squeezing your hand as he enters the kitchen with you. 

Jungkook and Taehyung are in the middle of putting on their clothes. Both of them look dishevelled and properly fucked. Yes, the meaning is as inconspicuous as it sounds. 

“Oh hey uhm”, Jungkook clears his throat loudly, cheeks burning up in embarrassment.

“Don’t mind us”, you say, walking past them. Yoongi follows, eyes running over the puddle of cum on the floor. He cocks his eyebrow up, studying Taehyung and Jungkook.

Jungkook’s cheeks are beet red instantly. Taehyung looks cocky.

“Clean that up”, Yoongi says nonchalantly, joining your side to continue preparing breakfast.

“Oh stop it hyung, it’s not as if we can’t smell the sex on you guys either”, Taehyung teases.

Yoongi looks over his shoulder.

“And? I still don’t want cum puddles in my kitchen.”

Taehyung grins boyishly, whilst Jungkook springs into action to clean up the mess they made.

“And?” Taehyung coos, swaying his shoulders, “did you guys have fun?”

“We did. We fucked in your red room.”

His cocky smile drops

“Hyung, ___”, he whines, “there are pictures in there which are very precious to me. Why would you fuck there out of all the places?”

Yoongi shrugs his shoulders.

“It was the closest. Don’t worry Tete, I’ll clean it later.”

“Clean? How hard did you go at it??”

Yoongi merely grins and turns to you, kissing your shoulder softly. You nudge him, enjoying the way his hands feel up your waist. 

“You’re being cocky”, you tease.

“Mhm I can be or do I have to remind you what I just did?”

You huff out air and pout, making him chuckle. He kisses your shoulder.

“You’re so cute.”

“You two are unbelievable”, Taehyung mumbles and pouts.

You sit by the table once you finish preparing breakfast. Taehyung tries to be clingy with Jungkook, but calms down a little when Jungkook complains about not being able to eat properly. Yoongi sips on his mug of steaming coffee and watches you eat with fondness in his eyes. While you listen to their conversations and tell them stories.

It felt really nice to experience. All of it. The food was delicious and the tea Taehyung made very good (even if it was already cold by now). As Yoongi prepared his cup of morning coffee, he turned on the radio. Its quiet melodies are filling the kitchen and give you a sense of tranquillity.

“I like this song”, Taehyung says, nodding his head to the melody.

“Mhm it’s good”, Yoongi agrees.

“We should really update the radio however. The quality of sound is awful.”

“I think it’s nice. It reminds me of mornings at my grandma’s place”, you say, “her radio was really old and the sound was always full of grain, but it was still really nice.”

“I can confirm. It is really nice”, Jungkook says.

“How can I understand that? Did you know her grandmother?” Taehyung asks.

“I do now. You know how we told you that we met her grandma in her memories?”

“Yes”, Taehyung cocks his right eyebrow up, “after you promised me to take a break? How could I forget?”

“Yeah well hah”, Jungkook grins boyishly as an apology, “she had her radio on when we spent time at her place and it felt really homely.”

“Well that is”, Taehyung sneaks a glance at you, “I hate to say that I am happy that it did because I still find it reckless that you didn’t rest.”

“Would you still find it reckless if I promised you a thousand kisses as an apology?”

Taehyung squints his eyes at you, making you giggle because he looked funny doing it.

“You are bribing me and I hate to admit that it is working”, he mumbles, squinting his eyes even more.

You laugh, reaching over the table to hold his hand. You run your thumb over his knuckles, smiling fondly. Taehyung retorts it, feeling good doing so. You are joking with him again and you are eating. It felt as if everything was finally set into place.

“Oh hey”, Jimin enters the kitchen for another cup of coffee, eyes running over Yoongi.

“Hey to you too”, Yoongi answers him, eyes running over his body, “are you sick?”

“Why?”

“Because you’re actually dressed.”

“No? Those are my renovation clothes, I just don’t want to get my other stuff dirty”, Jimin says, strutting to the coffee maker nonchalantly, “besides, am I not allowed to wear a proper outfit?”

“I don’t know. It looks weird.”

Jimin rolls his eyes, “you look weird. Your hair’s a mess.”

Yoongi reaches up to fix it, rolling his eyes at Jimin.

“I just woke up. Am I not allowed to be comfortable in my own place?”

“I don’t know. Am I?”

They exchange a look and for a second you wonder if they are going to start fighting again. But they don’t. They crack up at the same time, eyes softening in friendliness and lips curling into a little smile.

“I’m glad you’re awake again”, Jimin says.

“Mhm, I’m happy to be back”, Yoongi says, following him with his eyes as Jimin struts to the table to sit down at the corner. Jimin crosses his legs, sipping on the coffee nonchalantly. Yoongi studies him.

“You look happy”, he says.

“I am.”

“Good. It suits you.”

Jimin clears his throat, looking to the side shyly.

“Thanks”, he whispers, glancing at Yoongi, “you uhm…yeah, you know?”

Yoongi nods his head, “yeah.”

It seems that the two vampires understand each other deeply and honestly. It was amazing to witness. You are so happy that you could burst. This is everything you wanted for them.

“I need more paint”, Jimin says then, “Tae, do you want to go to the store with me later? It’s fine if you don’t.”

“No, I’d love to go. When do you want to leave?”

“Whenever you’re ready”, he assures him, looking at Yoongi, “didn’t we store tiles in the attic? The white ones from when you did the guest bathroom downstairs.”

“I don’t know, probably. Why?”

“Because I want to redo my bathroom.”

“Mhm, the keys should be in the keys room.”

“Yeah, which you keep locked to us.”

“I’ll open it later. You guys can keep your own keys in there from now on”, he says, “actually, we should clean out before you do that, there are keys in there we won’t ever need again.”

Taehyung and Jimin exchange a shocked look.

“What?” Yoongi stresses.

“You’re unlocking the keys room for us? Seriously?” Jimin says, lifting his brows in question.

“Why not? If I don’t, you punks are just gonna keep asking me”, he tries to sound dangerous, but the fond sparkle in his eyes lets all of you know his true intentions. The estate is as much yours as it is his’. The doors are open, no more secrets and asking for permission. He trusts them and in return they can trust him.

Jimin smiles, “sure, let’s do some cleaning”, he says, getting to his feet, “I’m in the attic. I really need those tiles”, he says, turning to leave the kitchen.

“Wait”, Yoongi calls after him, “this punk. I didn’t even open the door yet”, he mumbles, stumbling to his feet to run after Jimin, “Jimin, wait you brat I have to open the door for you!”

He disappears out of the kitchen.

You turn to Taehyung and Jungkook.

“I’m seriously so happy”, you say, smiling so brightly you fear your muscles may cramp up, “this is everything I wanted. To know that you are all getting along and that you are all happy and healthy.”

Jungkook and Taehyung smile, both reaching for your hands to hold them.

“We’re happy too, my darling”, Taehyung says.

“I think that our days are going to be nice from now on”, Jungkook says.

“Yes. Yes, I can feel that too. Oh god, I’m so happy I could”, you squeal, “burst right now.”

“Be careful not to”, Yoongi re-enters the kitchen, followed by Jimin, Hoseok, Seokjin and Emma. He points at the candle on the table, “it’s happening again.”

It isn’t just lit, it has almost burned down completely. As if scorching fire melted it. A weak flame is still flickering.

“Did I do that?” you gasp.

“You did. It also happened when we fucked in my bedroom.”

“Oh my god Yoongi, don’t expose me”, you gasp, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“I’m just saying”, Yoongi mumbles, earning himself a pout from you.

“Whatever”, you murmur and stand up, greeting Hoseok who, just this moment, is falling around your neck.

“I was so worried for you”, he mumbles into the crook of your neck.

“Gosh Hobi, I’m really okay now”, you assure him, caressing his back, “except that I apparently light candles randomly”, you say as you hug Seokjin and Emma as well.

They both tell you that they were happy that you are well again, holding you tightly just to make sure that you were truly here.

“Don’t worry, princess. I know what’s happening to you”, Yoongi assures you.

“You do?”

He nods his head.

“And can you help her?” Jungkook asks, “Meredith says that if she doesn’t get help then she could die.”

“What?? Die?!” Hoseok squeaks out, widening his eyes.

“Calm down”, Yoongi says, “Meredith has a hang for the dramatics first and foremost and second of all, she has us. We can help. I can help.”

“You can?” you ask, sitting down on Hoseok’s lap after he pulled you with him. You snicker, “gosh Hobi, what are you doing?”

“You’re staying here”, he says, hugging your waist, “gotta make sure you’re real”, he says.

Accepting your nice new seat atop Hoseok’s lap, you look back at Yoongi, caressing Hoseok’s arms mindlessly.

“So what’s happening to me? Is that why I turned on the water too?”

He nods his head, “there are witches who discover their magic through intensive training. Jelena is such a witch for example.”

“Thea too”, Jimin throws in.

“And Thea”, Yoongi says, nodding his head.

“But I didn’t practice. I got magic when you died in my arms and I wanted to save you.”

“Yeah, that’s the second way to gain your magic. The magic gets triggered through a highly emotional event and laces itself in your body as such. An emotional trigger. That’s why you light candles when you are happy, because your magic thinks it’s supposed to come out again.”

“Fascinating. I have never heard of such witches before”, Taehyung says.

“They’re actually more common than you think. Meredith and Dragana are such a witches, I was such a witch too. We’re actually easier to train. The witches who find magic through practice have to teach themselves how to connect their magic to their emotions while we naturally emotional witches already figured out the best source.”

“That’s so cool. Wow”, Jungkook gasps.

“Yeah it’s cool, but it can also be dangerous if left unattended. Practicing witches know control before they know emotion. ___ has to learn control after emotion.”

“So what does she have to do to not light candles randomly?” Hoseok asks.

“Practice with me. Don’t worry, I know what to do.”

“So that means that we can actually have practice sessions together again? Just like old times?”

Yoongi looks at you, failing to hide the excitement in his eyes. He even shimmies in his chair, nodding his head quickly.

“Waah you two”, Hoseok coos, “are you going to press each other against the fence again?”

“Hoseok”, you gasp, getting up from his lap, “why would you even think that?”

“Well, are you not?”

You and Yoongi exchange a look, both of you flustering greatly.

Hoseok chuckles, “see? Doctor Love always knows what’s up.”

“Sure”, Seokjin laughs.

“Doctor Love?” Jimin asks.

“It was my porn name in the nineties.”

Jimin blinks quickly, “ah. I should have figured.”

“I still have the cassettes. Wanna come over and watch them?”

“Why would I wanna watch your porn?” Jimin says and laughs.

“Why does nobody want to watch my stuff?” Hoseok whines.

“Because we’re not horndogs like you, Hobi”, Seokjin teases and then their loving bickering drowns out in your ears.

You turn to Yoongi, reaching out to caress his cheek. He leans into the touch, gazing at you with love drunk eyes.

“I’m happy, my love”, you say.

Yoongi’s eyes soften. He places his hand over yours on the table, squeezing it gently.

“Me too”, he says quietly.

You kiss his lips.

His cheeks are rosy when you pull back. He lowers his eyes shyly, touching the side of his neck.

“Now there is only one big question left”, Taehyung says.

“What?” Emma asks.

“What are we going to do with Namjoon?”

Eyes flit to Yoongi. The room is silent safe for the music on the radio. Yoongi tightens his jaw.

“We have time”, you throw in, taking Yoongi’s hand, “he won’t be able to leave his cell and until we know what to do, he won’t be a problem for us.”

Yoongi relaxes visibly, sending you a grateful look. He had no answer to Taehyung’s question and feels relieved that you took that burden from him.

“I should practice my magic, Jungkook still needs to practice in perfecting his control, Jimin should renovate his place, you should finally start the family portray of all of us, Hoseok has enough to do with the dance school and I am sure that Emma and Seokjin have lots to do with opening the second perfume store here in town. And Yoongi”, you turn to him, “well, Yoongi finally has to relax for a bit and spend the days making music.”

Yoongi smiles, squeezing your hand.

You turn back to the others.

“We should let winter pass and spring come. There is no more danger out there. We managed to make the world a safer place. So let’s celebrate in that fact for a bit. Let’s live and laugh and be happy.”

They smile.

“I like the sound of this”, Emma says.

“We really did it, didn’t we?” Jimin says, “we’re actually free, aren’t we?”

“We’re free”, Jungkook says, giving Jimin a smile. Jimin retorts it.

“I can’t believe that we actually won”, Hoseok says.

“It’s because we held together. Even if sometimes we fought, we’re family in the end”, Seokjin says.

“Yes, family”, Taehyung agrees, “and once I finished our portrait the whole world will know. We’ll hang it in the entrance hall so that everyone knows. What do you say, hyung?” he says, looking at Yoongi.

Yoongi smiles.

“Yes. Let’s hang it there.”

[themultifandomgal]

Shelby Sister- Grace

This was requested on Wattpad

Being a Shelby has its perks. People move out of the way in the streets, I get things for free. However, I don't get to date, I'm whispered about, but I couldn't care less. Tommy and I are the closest out of all our siblings, but I guess being twins will do that. We do everything together, always have. That was until 'she' came along. Grace. They had a one night stand and now they're married. There's something about her that I do not like. It's like she's getting in between me and my brother. Tonight Tommy is holding a banquet. I have such a bad feeling, maybe it's because Grace will be there.

I finish getting ready and Isaiah escorts me to the hall where said banquet is being held at

"Glass of champagne Miss Shelby"

"Thank you" I take a glass from the tray and walk towards my brother and his new wife

"Tommy" I greet kissing his cheek

"YN"

"Grace" I cross my arms as Tommy rolls his eyes

"Come on its been 2 years. YN, Grace is my wife"

"That doesn't mean I trust her. Tom are you forgetting that this woman betrayed your trust, broke your heart and then suddenly after a one night stand found out she was pregnant. Convenient don't you think?"

"YN that's enough"

"I said I was sorry for what I did"

"Whatever. I'm going to get drunk, dance with a few guys and then go to bed" Tommy clear his throat "on my own of course. But Tom one day I would like to get married, just so you know"

"And I will find you a decent man when your ready" I'm the one now that rolls their eyes. Before I can turn I hear a gun shot ring

"YN? YN please tell me your ok" Tommy is quick to my side

"Yeah I'm fine" I turn around and see blood coming from Grace

"Shit. Grace" Tom is quick to catch her before she hits the ground. He applies pressure on her wound, I place my fingers on her neck buts she's gone.

That was a year ago. Tommy misses Grace dearly, he has her hung up in his study. I'm the one who now looks after Charlie, their son

"Auntie YN?"

"Hmm?" I turn around to see my nephew holding his stuffed bear

"When will daddy play with me?"

"He's a busy man I'm afraid, but I can play if you want?"

"No. It's ok. I just wanted daddy" the little man walks off upset for the 5th time this week and it's on Tuesday. Getting fed up with his behaviour, I make my way to his office, not bothering in knock I just walk in

"What?" I place my hands on my hips and raise my eyebrow

"Don't 'what?' me"

"YN I'm busy I haven't got time for this"

"Your busy? when are you not busy? Tommy you have a son"

"I do know"

"Do you?" I throw my hands in the air "because it looks like I have a child and you don't"

"What are you on about YN? I told you I was busy"

"To busy to spend time with your son?"

"Unfortunately yes" he sighs

"Tom I am taking care of your child. I'm not his mum"

"Don't you think I know that!" he shouts banging his hands on his desk "his mum died in my arms, because of who I am. Someone. Shot her"

"Tommy I was there. I was the one who dragged you away. I might not have been her favourite person and vis versa, but I felt your pain. You lost your wife that day but Charlie lost his mum and dad. The thing is though he didn't have to lose his dad. So you can either hide away in here or come and have lunch with your son. Your choice" and with that I leave the his office.

I place some soup and bread in front of Charlie

"Is dad having soup with us?" before I can respond Tommy walks into the room

"He is, if that's ok with you?"

"Dad! Come sit here!" Charlie pats the place next to him. Tommy pulls out the chair and sits down

"Soup?"

"No..." I give him a look "sure"

"Me and auntie YN made it with potatoes and carrots and onion" Charlie then gasps "maybe you could make it with us next time"

"Maybe I can" I place the soup in front of Tommy and give him a smile

"I'd like that. I think auntie YN would like that as well. I think she misses you"

"I've miss you guys as well" Tommy ruffles Charlie's hair.

[writingsbychlo]

HI AZRIEL ANON HERE (sorry for the delay bestie, ya girl kinda broke her finger at a Halloween party💀)

BUT AZRIEL BLURBS? I fucking dare you to tell me that Azriel wouldn’t be the biggest cuddler of all time. Like you wake up in the morning and find his arms wrapped around you and the wings wrapped protectively around you, every time you go to move, he pulls you closer

And then he probably coerces you into staying in bed, placing kisses along the crook of your neck because he’s nuzzled himself so close to you🫠

GIRL ARE YOU OKAY??? IS YOUR FINGER OKAY??? but welcome back I missed you girlie

apparently asks now have a word limit, ew, tumblr so I will be making a whole post keeping this going because I got SO carried away with this. but for now, click below to get the beginning part of some headcanons.

so here’s the thing, azriel's love language is touch, okay?

he’s touch-starved and a physically affectionate person, but he got so used to being cast out that he really repressed that side of himself.

even when he didn’t have to anymore, he had a reputation to uphold, by then.

he's the shadowsinger. the spy. the illyrian brute. the night court terror. silent but deadly. moody and quiet. darkness personified.

not really someone who cuddles, y’know?

now, luckily for him, cassian and rhys have a different reputation, and they’re both quite physically loving too, so he doesn’t have to let his need for physical attention show.

cassian is constantly touching him, and everyone.

so he really doesn't struggle to get affection there, he can pout and roll his eyes and frown as much as he wants, but he secretly loves it, and cassian secretly knows it.

all the hair ruffling, arms around shoulders that turn into a headlock, and dramatic leaning/falling into az that cassian does? az eats that shit up. loves it.

rhysand also does a lot of touching. he isn't so much an affectionate toucher; he just does it without realising.

a lot of pats on the shoulders, hugs, gently bumping him with a hand or elbow or hip to get past, rhysand does a lot of general touches, but az loves that too.

mor has absolutely no sense of personal space, like none whatsoever. she plays with his hair when she thinks it needs styling better, and often lays down with her head in his lap when they have deeper chats, she dances with him on nights out, and she'll pinch his cheeks when she's teasing him. if he's ever in urgent need of a little physical affection, he finds mor, because she'll just start touching him as soon as she sees him.

with nesta and elain, he often offers to fly them around, or 'winnow' them where they need to go, because they'll always hold onto him, even just for a few seconds.

going out with feyre means she always stays close to his side. if they go shopping, she links arms with him, grabs his wrist to drag him along when she sees something she likes, and often gets herself so tired out that by the end of the day, she is practically falling asleep on him as they walk home.

he realised that if he offers to sit and pose for her paintings, she'll mess with him and rearrange him until he's sat how she wants.

he purposefully never learned how to do his own tie so someone else will do it ("my hands are too big for fiddly little knots, alright?")

he often asks cass to help him do up the seals on the back of his leathers ("hurts my shoulder trying to reach round and do up the clasps on these damn things.")

he likes teaching people to train because they rely on him for form corrections, and he likes sparring with rhys and cass because that means a lot of wrestling and pushing and he can have fun with it.

basically, azriel takes any fucking scrap of physical affection he can get, in any way.

and then you step into his life.

it's a cold evening in the middle of the winter, and azriel is pouting a little on the couch, because nobody has touched him all day.

in fact, touch has been declining a lot lately.

nesta no longer needs him to fly her around, she has cassian wrapped around her finger.

mor spends most of her time with emerie, whom azriel actually rather likes, which is worse, because he can't even hate her.

elain has been spending most of her time travelling with lucien, and never needs him anymore.

feyre and rhys spend most of their time with nyx now, which he cannot begrudge them for.

and amren was never particularly touchy, he found solace in not feeling like the only lonely one, but now she has varian, and he hates how bitter his jealousy tastes when he sees how affectionate she truly is.

and he doesn't have anyone.

everyone is chatting, and drinking, and the door opens, and in come lucien and elain.

hand in hand, noses and cheeks red from the cold, and hair a little messy from the wind outside.

behind them is you.

azriel almost feels stupid for the way his heart jumps a little when he sees you, he meets new people every day, he's not supposed to be shy he's supposed to be scary, but he can't help it.

you've the same cold-bitten and wind-ruffled look, and yet, unlike the joy on the other two's faces, you're nervous. terribly so.

his ears feel like they're ringing as he watches elain and lucien get comfortable, your hands still stuck into your pockets and your gaze flickering over the room.

your eyes meet his for a second, just a single second, and you smile, but it's so stunning it stops him from being able to reciprocate it until you've moved on, scanning everyone else before fixing your gaze back on the redhead you arrived with.

he's introducing you, an arm wrapping around your shoulders to pull you into his side, and you chuckle a little as he does.

azriel's skin prickles a little with jealousy. why is it so easy for everyone else to get affection but him? he feels pathetic for even thinking this way.

(Y/N). friend from the autumn court. best friend. the girl who taught him how to heal. sticking around for a while.

he was still processing these words when lucien pushed you forward a little with a hand on your back, your scowl as you stumble a little earning a chuckle from everyone else, and a friendly knuckle to the cheek from lucien. his gut twists achingly once again.

you go around, you're shaking hands and saying hello, and chatting to everyone, and just before you get to him, elain draws you into a conversation with her sisters. his hand curls into a fist, and he feels like a fucking child all over again.

is he really this worked up over a handshake? a handshake he didn't even get?

phantom feelings of sharp stone under his knees and the whistle of wind between cracks in the cell walls revisit him, when he'd long for the days the healer would come when he was a child to patch up his injuries, because at least the kind old woman who'd tended to him would pat his hair and wipe his cheeks when he cried.

his shadows swirl violently once, twice, as he thinks about it, and he stands before anyone can notice, chugging what's left of his drink and moving to the kitchen to make another.

he's leaning against the counter, staring into his own reflection in the whiskey when you knock at the doorway, forcing him to look up. he settles his usual stone mask over his face, instinct by now, and he raises a brow to prompt you.

"hello. I didn't get a chance to introduce myself before. I was worried you'd leave before I could. I'm (Y/N)."

"indeed, I heard." really? that's the best he could come up with? but the kitchen has started to smell faintly like cinnamon and burnt sugar, and his nose scrunches a little at the overly sweet smell, he's not used to anything like it. it makes it hard to think, it's almost dizzying.

you pause, on the other side of the island, a small smile coming to your lips, before daring to take another two steps closer, hand stretching out to him. "I'll be sticking around for a while, the high lord thinks you could all use a permanent healer, something about rough play while you're training," the words bring a touch of a smirk to his lips, and your own smile widens when it does.

he huffs a bit of a laugh, slipping his own hand into yours, and every buzzing in his ears goes blissfully quiet, every firing nerve settles, and the smile he'd forced becomes genuine when your hand squeezes around his. you shake once, pulling back all too quickly, and he misses the feeling of touch instantly.

"now, elain says you don't like to be touched," wait, no-

[falseficatored-blog]

sweetyandere!scara x nympho!reader

Warning/s: mature, ntr, romanticization of

nymphomaniacy (which is wrong)

As always please always make sure to be aware that fiction should be separated from reality.

🎨Cr: @pnk_crow

When you first met scaramouche he seemed like the sweetest boy ever. Smiling sweetly at you and while he definitely wasn't your type initially slowly but surely he became your type. You liked him, wanted him, and craved him. Thoughts of letting him do dirty things to you filled your head whenever you saw him. You wondered if he'd be disgusted to know what was in your head when you patted his head and smiled back at him, staring at him in between college classes you shared.

While scaramouche was the only person you liked romantically, your body was a sinful thing. It wanted someone to fill you up all the time. As you grew to love Scaramouche you'd imagine his face as somebody else would fuck you. It felt wrong but you couldn't help how your body worked.

Masturbation could only end with your head muddled thinking about him, gasping out as you cried his name.

Until one day he caught you being fucked by someone. It felt wrong but you were excited by the fact that he was watching you being fucked by someone else that wasn't him. This wasn't in any of your fantasies but it added another to a list. You moaned even more loudly than usual looking him eye to eye.

Once your session with the stranger was done Scara approached you in your ruffled up state. "Are you alright?" He asked softly placing his coat on top of your shoulders, covering your exposed upper body. "Why... Are you here... Why did you have to see me in this state..." Your voice choked up as you felt dirty in front of him. Unworthy of him.

"Let's get you out of here first" he princess carried you out of the place and brought you to sit on the passenger seat of his car.

"where are we going?" You softly asked your voice still quivering. "My place, I'm going to clean you up" he said giving you a deep look before focusing back on his drive.

Maybe you were so tired even the awkwardness of the situation couldn't wake you up as you drifted to sleep.

"awake?" Scaramouche asked as he gently caressed your hair away from your cheek. "Yes..." It seemed he had washed you up already as you laid on the bed wearing only a bathrobe. "Thank you" you looked down and he held your chin to face him and kiss you deeply.

"I'm gonna rewrite any trace anyone has done on you" for a few minutes only the slushing sound of your kiss could be heard in between small gasps and breaths. His tongue trailed against the skin of your neck biting at places he saw some lingering marks from. "S-scara" your voice pleaded with him.

"shh" he hushed you as you could only whimper in between his show of jealousy, gone was the image of him being an innocent sweet boy but you still liked him like that. His hand went down to enter your lascivious hole finger by finger as his breath hitched by your ear. By time, the bathrobe you were wearing became just another layer of softness for you to lie on. "How much do you want it" Your hands reached for his pants, unzipping it with shaky hands as he whispered at your ear and peppered the back side of your ears with kisses. The moment you had it unzipped you could only grasp him at your hands, ignoring the feel of cloth in between as he growled at your touch.

He soon removed all of his clothes to comfortably climb on top of you. "Scara... I want it..." You cried, the corner of your eyes reddening by the second. Without wasting any more time he pounded himself inside you after he retrieved his soaked hand from your hole. Your arms circled around his back as you slightly scratched in the pleasure. "You can't... Do this with anyone else from now on" He scowled at the mess you were under him, only to soon smirk at how you looked. "I'm better than all of them right~" his voice teasingly said "y-yes-uhngh-" at your approval he hardened more growing inside you, moving with more vigor. "As I thought, you've wanted his for a long time right?" His breaths in between his asking turned you on even more as he asked you with that devilish smirk. You could only clench him at his words. "I'm letting out..." His release was warm inside you "a-anh-ah!" You could only scream as it felt so good, better than you imagined for him to go raw on you. Your arms now circled around his neck as you hugged him bringing your body slightly up to bring his face to your chest.

"One more" he said, but as you knew, it wouldn't and didn't end with just one more, just as you liked it.

I think I'm getting the hang of typing shamelessly, and also damn.

I love scara so much.🥹 Also idk if u can notice but I'm having a lot of fun with italicizing and making text smaller or shi LMAOO HELP.

[mi-rae07]

Song Mingi : Chance (Part 3/3)

Pairing : Song Mingi (Ateez) and named character (Jung Miyeon)

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Minho : is he sick?

Miyeon looked up at her son while she was putting her shoes on to step out for work in the morning, mingi asleep in the guest room upstairs. Of course minho had known by now. Miyeon smiled and nodded, bending down to hold her son's cheek with her hand before saying

Miyeon : he is. So just let him rest today, okay? Don't cause any trouble, and don't stress him out.

Minho : is he really sick? Like, does he need to go to the hospital-

Miyeon : are you worried for him, min-ah?

Minho bit his lip, looking away as miyeon chuckled and said

Miyeon : you do not need to be embarassed for worrying over him, minho. He's your father.

Minho : except he abandoned you.

Miyeon : mm. well I came to understand, yesterday night, that your father didn't really abandon all of us after all. It was someone else who had asked him to do that, and…he was just scared for us.

Mingi had told her everything yesterday night, and she couldn’t be happier for it. Minho's eyes turned wide at that revelation.

Minho : wait, really?

Miyeon : yeah. So don't be harsh on him, tell your sister that too.

Minho nodded with a small smile before saying

Minho : we'll take good care of him while you're away, eomma.

Miyeon giggled, ruffling minho's hair before saying

Miyeon : of course you will. I'll see you later, min-ah.

Minho nodded and kissed his mother's cheek before whispering

Minho : I love you.

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Mingi groaned as he heard the door to his room opening, that small sound waking him up from his sleep. Mingi opened his eyes as it landed on his son walking up to him with a tray in his hands, a cup on top of it. Mingi frowned sleepily as he slowly sat up, feeling his head go dizzy from the small movement. God, he really was tired.

Minho : you're awake.

Mingi : are you…going to have your tea here?

Minho kept the tray on the bed-side table, motioning towards it before saying

Minho : no, this is for you.

Mingi : m-me?

Minho : yes, you. Peppermint teas are apparently good for your immune system. And since you're sick, so we thought it might help.

Mingi felt his heart jump at that. He hadn't expected them to care about him or his sickness.

Mingi : did you actually make tea for me?

Minho : we're quite mature, if you didn't notice.

Mingi smiled as he asked

Mingi : so you're not grumpy with me anymore?

Minho : something like that, you can say.

Mingi chuckled, holding his arms out before saying

Mingi : come to me then, prince.

Minho smiled widely at that nickname, quickly getting on the bed before crashing into his father's arms. Mingi smiled and patted his son's back, feeling minho sigh against him. The both of them had wanted this for a long time, and now they'd gotten it.

Mingi : minji-ya, I can see you peeking your head through the door gap. Come in here, you little sneak.

Minho giggled as minji entered the room with a small smile, mingi extending his arm for his daughter as well. And soon enough minji had climbed into bed, wrapping her arms around her father with a satisfied smile.

Mingi : thank you for the tea, and for having accepted me even after all the mistakes that I made, both of you.

Minji smiled, resting her head on mingi's shoulder before saying

Minji : we will always forgive you, appa.

Mingi felt his eyes tear up at her words, his heart filling up with joy as it finally felt complete. They had called him appa.

Mingi : I love you, my prince and my princess. The both of you mean the world to me.

Minho : we love you too, appa.

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Miyeon walked towards song jina's house, a determined look in her eyes. This was long due, especially now that she knew jina had been the one behind mingi's leaving. She had manipulated him and threatened mingi, along with her husband who had died a few years ago. It was time miyeon talked to her, for having taken away hers and her children's happiness.

Miyeon rang the doorbell to her house, jina opening the door a few seconds later. As soon as she saw miyeon, shock filled her eyes.

Jina : jung miyeon-shi?

Miyeon : yes, it's me. And I want to talk with you.

Jina : about what?

Miyeon : about your son, miss. About the father of my children.

And soon enough miyeon was sitting in the living room of jina's house, her looking at miyeon with dangerous eyes. Miyeon sighed as she said

Miyeon : you need to stop forcing him.

Jina : you're telling me what to do?

Miyeon : yes, I am. You had your way with him for his entire life, miss. You've ruined his childhood, and now even his adulthood. You need to stop doing this, because none of this is helping mingi.

Jina : and he told you that?

Miyeon : no, he cried because of it. You are his mother, do you not have even an ounce of sympathy for your own son? Can't you see this sort of a life is suffocating him, miss?

Jina chuckled, looking away as she said

Jina : I raised him to be different than this, miyeon-shi. I raised him to be fit for this sort of a lifestyle, and he was fine with it, all of it. Until you came along and ruined it for all of us. It is you who is to blame here, not me.

Miyeon : really. It's my fault he loved me? It's my fault I loved him?

Jina : love, is irrational, miyeon. Love isn't supposed to exist in his life.

Miyeon : well, it does now. He has children, and he has me. If he wants to stop this life of his, then he will. Because it is his choice.

Jina : no it isn't.

Miyeon : miss-

Jina : break up with him, miyeon. Leave this country, I will buy you a ticket to some place far away from here.

She was doing it again.

Miyeon : what?

Jina : you heard me. I need you out of my son's life. You and your stupid children, you need to leave him and go away.

Miyeon scoffed, looking away as she said

Miyeon : are you threatening me?

Jina : and if I am?

Miyeon smirked and nodded, standing up. She had expected this from song jina, of course she had. But she still wanted to give her one last chance, and she had burst it.

Miyeon : then it won't work, jina-shi. This isn't as this once was, I will not be your puppet, and I will not let you hurt the man I love.

Jina : jung miyeon-

Miyeon : no. this company belongs to mingi now, and so does it's men. You have no power here, jina-shi. You only have mere words and those don't threaten me any longer.

Jina stared at miyeon in shock, not having expected her to say any of this.

Miyeon : so you, will listen to me now.

Jina flinched as miyeon threw a flight ticket right at her face and said

Miyeon : flight tickets, to Peru. Flee this country and go far away from my children and mingi, song jina. Because your time here is done. And if you refuse to do that…

Miyeon bent down to face jina, her face inches close to miyeon as she whispered with a small smile

Miyeon : I won't bother asking mingi's men for a favor. So unless you want to die at such a…young, age, get out of my life.

Before jina could say anything miyeon walked away from her, leaving a teary-eyed jina behind. She knew she had no choice now, things here had to be wrapped up.

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Miyeon entered her house a few hours later, the sound of laughing and giggling coming from inside the house. Miyeon frowned in confusion, taking her shoes off before walking towards the kitchen. The sight in front of her made her eyes widen in pure horror and shock. Three flour covered figures were running around the flour filled kitchen, giggling and having the time of their lives. In short, there was flour everywhere and the entire kitchen was a mess.

Except miyeon didn't care. Because for the first time in her life, she was seeing her children be truly happy, and mingi being carefree and light. The three of them hadn't even noticed miyeon, that was how much fun they were having.

And seeing the three people miyeon loved the most in the world being together and happy, almost brought tears to her eyes.

Mingi : yeon-ah!

Miyeon looked up as the three of them paused on their tracks, minho and minji both going behind mingi to hide themselves from their mother's wrath. Miyeon let out a breath, keeping her bag aside as she said

Miyeon : seriously? What the hell happened here?

No one said anything.

Miyeon : song minho, song minji. Stop hiding behind your father and come out?

Mingi pressed his lips together as both minho and minji stepped to his side with half-scared eyes, eyeing their mother.

Miyeon : why is their flour all over my kitchen, three of you?

Minho : it was him.

Mingi's eyes widened as minho pointed his hand at him, minji nodding in agreement as well before saying

Minji : yes yes, it was appa.

Mingi : what! No! you're the one who told me we should make cake for all of us! How dare you betray me-

Minji : he's lying.

Mingi let out a noise of betrayal, turning to face miyeon who still had a straight face.

Mingi : I apologize for our children's actions. This was definitely not my fault, however.

Minho : appa!

Mingi was about to say something when miyeon suddenly laughed, shocking all three of them. Minji leaned closer to mingi before whispering

Minji : do you think she's gone mad?

Mingi : what do you mean, she's always been mad.

Miyeon : oh my god, all of you look so funny!

Minho : uh, what?

Miyeon giggled and spread her arms for the three of them before saying

Miyeon : come here, three of you. Give me a hug.

Mingi : but there's flour all over us-

Miyeon : I don't care, come here.

The three of them smiled before crashing into miyeon arms, mingi wrapping his arm around the three of them protectively as miyeon sighed in satisfaction.

Miyeon : do you know how long I've wanted this?

Minji : we give you hugs everyday, what are you saying.

Miyeon smiled as she looked up at mingi with sparkling eyes

Miyeon : I love you, all three of you.

Mingi smiled, kissing the top of miyeon's forehead before saying

Mingi : we love you too.

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Miyeon was now sitting on the sofa at 2am in the night, staring into nothingness as she thought of how her night had been today. Of course, she had been happy when it was only her and the twins. But mingi made all the difference now. Miyeon supposed it was different when the twins had their father and her, her partner. Except she didn't know what mingi and her was right now. Of course, mingi did seem to still care for her and miyeon definitely still loved him, but did mingi know that?

Mingi : why aren't you asleep?

Miyeon flinched as she turned around in her seat to face mingi who was standing behind the couch in pajamas, his hair a mess.

Miyeon : the twins?

Mingi : they're asleep now, I managed to finally put them to sleep. Or so I hope.

Miyeon smiled before nodding, turning back to face the front as she said

Miyeon : they love you, mingi.

Mingi smiled, sitting on the couch beside miyeon before saying

Mingi : I love them too, almost as much as I love you.

Miyeon blinked her eyes in confusion, turning to face mingi with partly shocked eyes.

Miyeon : what?

Mingi : what. Did you think I had fallen out of love with you when I left? No, miyeon. I left because I was in love with you, I left because I was scared my parents would do something to you and I would rather die than see you get hurt.

Miyeon : why are you telling me all this now?

Mingi : because I know what you did today afternoon. You visited my mother, and she's leaving Korea now, thankfully.

Miyeon sighed, leaning back against the sofa as she whispered

Miyeon : so you do have your contacts.

Mingi : look, I can understand if you do not love me anymore, or if you want me to leave you alone. But I need you to know all this, so I don’t regret it later. I love you, miyeon. I always fucking have. When I saw you with the kids, saw how much of a good mother you always have been to them despite getting abandoned by your own partner when you needed them the most, it…it has only made me love you more.

Miyeon pressed her lips together as mingi cupped her cheeks, looking at her with sincere eyes

Mingi : you're the strongest woman I've ever seen, miyeon, and you'll be the love of my life until I die. Whether you like it or not. I've told you before, I only love once.

Miyeon : mingi-ya-

Mingi : and for what it's worth, I'm sorry I was a coward. I didn't fight for us, or our children. I just…ran away like that. And I'm sorry for it. Because if I was given a chance again, I would stay and fight, yeon-ah.

Miyeon : that would've been stupid, mingi. You may have been a coward, but you saved all of us by doing it. And for that I will always be grateful.

Mingi smiled, nodding his head.

Mingi : then I will go ba-

Miyeon : no! no, don't.

Mingi : you…want me to stay?

Miyeon : yes, yes. Stay with us, stay with me, until I ask you not to. Which, will probably be a very, long time before I say that.

Mingi stared at miyeon as she got on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck with a small smile before whispering

Miyeon : I love you too.

Mingi's eyes widened at that.

Mingi : wh-what?

Miyeon : I love you too, song mingi. Although I did resent you for a while after you left, now that I understand why you did so, I love you all the more for it. So stay, stay and be happy with me.

Mingi smiled, small tears in his eyes. Was she really giving him another chance?

Mingi : I thought you hated me.

Miyeon : well, now you know I don't. you're a very hard person to hate, song mingi.

Mingi chuckled, leaning forward and kissing miyeon before whispering

Mingi : you're a really hard person to hate too, jung miyeon.

Minho and minji stared at their parents in secret from the staircase, minji's face twisted in part-disgust and minho's face bright with a happy smile on his lips.

Minji : ugh, they're so gross.

Minho : sheesh, they're adorable.

Minji rolled her eyes before climbing up the staircase as she said lowly

Minji : I can't watch any longer, my heart's going to drown from their cheesiness.

Minho : I can't watch any longer either, my heart's going to burst from their cuteness.

Minji rolled her eyes once again as minho giggled and ran up to his sister, wrapping his arm around her before leaning against it.

Minho : carry me, my beloved sister! For your dear brother is dying!

Minji : if you were dying, I'd literally just leave you right where I found you and leave, song minho.

Minho giggled, knowing well enough that his sister would burn the entire world down before she let him die. Minji smiled as well, leaning her head against the top of her brother's as they both climbed up the stairs arm in arm.

Because they had finally gotten their family back, and all by a single chance.

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[hypnoneghoul]

I am not the same anon but I would love another fic about little eds having rain. Love your fics btw, so good and comforting to read!

hi dear anon! have some eds having little rainy being cute, pure fluff (ft. swissalps)

“What do we have here, huh?” Mountain asked as he set a foot in the common room. The question was rather rhetorical.

Rain, wrapped up in a blanket, was curled up in Swiss’ lap, some marine life documentary running on the TV. The water ghoul didn’t even notice Mountain come in or speak, they were so invested in it, all but glued to the screen. A pair of purple crutches resting against the back of a couch was another hint, a strong one, as to how the two ghouls ended up doing pretty much nothing in the middle of a day.

“Hey, big guy,” Swiss greeted the earth ghoul, inviting him over with a nod. Mountain noticed he wanted to move his arms, maybe to wave or pat the couch next to them, but it looked like he couldn't move, his limbs hidden beneath a very fluffy, special baby blue blanket.

Mountain did get closer, though, sitting on Swiss’ right where he could actually see Rain’s face, half hidden behind the blanket, “How are you, sweetie?”

“Mounty?” Rain perked up as they finally noticed the earth ghoul, only when he was right in front of their face. A face that was now split with a toothy grin.

“That’s right, petal," he chuckled, ruffling Rain's hair. The water ghoul leaned into the touch, kicking up a quiet, delicate purr. "So, how are you?"

"'m fine," they sighed, their weight slipping off of Swiss and onto Mountain just a bit. "Was jus' tired, an- and m' legs hurt. But s'okay."

"Oh, sweetie," Mountain cooed, trying to snake one of his hands under the blanket to rub their offending limbs. To no avail, though, Rain was fully cocooned. "Is Swissy warming you up alright?"

"Mhm! Swissy s'nice to me, "they purred grinning up at the aforementioned.

"How could I not treat my little Rainy like the princess they are, hm?" the multi ghoul teased, reveling in the cutest little blush that crept up Rain's cheeks as they tried to burrow their face back into the blanket.

"Stooop," Rain tried to argue but their little giggles, deadly adorable, sold them out right there.

"Never! You are our perfect little princess!" 

"Most definitely," Mountain laughed as Swiss leaned down to kiss the water ghoul's horn. He scratched their forehead with his stubble along the way, pulling out a high pitched, but still pleased, chirp out of the ghoul.

"Oh, did someone like that?"

"N- no, not a'all," came back, muffled by the blanket, but the grumble was as fake as it could get.

"I think you did, petal," the earth ghoul whispered, as if Swiss was not supposed to hear it.

"Mounty! Shhh!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, little one! I didn't think at all," he tried so hard to keep his serious expression flawless, "I promise I'll be quiet, won't tell him a word!"

Rain trilled at that, and then silence fell as they got lost obviously very deep in thought. Swiss took it as an opportunity to tease them some more, "Whatcha thinkin' about, guppy?"

The water ghoul's head snapped in his direction, brows furrowed. They didn't say a word but their gaze moved onto Mountain and after a second a finger wiggled its way out of the blanket cocoon, curling up in a "come closer" motion.

Mountain obliged, his ear ending up just in front of where Rain's mouth was behind the blanket, "You won't tell him?"

"Never, sweetie," the drummer promised, deadly serious. "My lips are glued shut."

"How can they be shut, you're talking!" they giggled. "Dummy!"

Mountain felt his stomach flip from the amount of cuteness. They were right, though, there was no way to deny.

He licked his finger and ran it over his lips, then pressed them together. He lifted up that finger, telling Rain to wait, and when he lowered it, he pretended to try to open his mouth but he made it look like he actually glued it shut.

Rain giggled again, absolutely adorable, as they motioned for the other to get closer again. Then they whispered, "I love Swissy."

Said ghoul had to bite his tongue to not audibly go 'awww' at Rain's little confession.

Mountain, though, shot back, looking stunned, making his closed mouth move like he was trying really hard to say something.

"Y'can speak!" Rain laughed, their shoulders shaking under the blanket. Mountain hummed, mouth still closed, and threw his hands up, as if he was trying to say he couldn't do anything now.

"Looks like he needs some help," Swiss chimed in. "What do you say, kiddo?"

Rain thought for a moment, their head tilting from side to side. Finally, they got an idea, "I know!"

"Oh, and what is it, guppy? How do we help our Mounty?"

"You gotta give'm a kiss, Swissy," they announced with a pride of a scientist having made a glorious discovery.

"Is that so?" the multi ghoul chuckled, winking at Mountain as he rolled his eyes, but bravely stayed in character.

"Yes! Go on!"

And who was Swiss to not obey? He leaned over Rain's shoulder and pressed his lips to Mountain's own. When they parted, the earth ghoul pretended to dramatically take a deep breath, then grinning like stupid.

"Tada!" Swiss shouted. "You're so smart, guppy, look, it worked!"

Rain shied away, hiding behind the blanket again but both Swiss and Mountain could see their proud smile very well.

"Thanks for help, boys," the latter sighed, theatrically wiping non existent sweat from his forehead. "Now, what was it about those stubborn legs of yours, sweetie?"

"Nothin' really," they shrugged, "jus' hurt."

"My poor princess," the earth ghoul cooed, pouting. His puppy eyes made an appearance too. "We can't have that, would you like me to get you something?"

"Hmmm… I just wan' cuddles…" they admitted.

"Oh, that can be arranged, guppy," Swiss chuckled, nodding at Mountain. "Big guy, get in position."

He did, moving to a corner of the couch and leaning against the back of it. Swiss then stood up, Rain gathered up in his arms, and dropped them into Mountain's lap. He grabbed them, pulling their back flush to his chest, their aching legs comfortably straightened out between Mountain's own.

Swiss put some pillows under them to help the circulation, and wrapped them in another blanket before laying down beside the already purring ghouls. He threw his arm over Rain's middle and rested his face next to their shoulder, on Mountain's arm.

Rain most definitely did not end up rubbing their own stubble over Swiss', purring louder than a jet engine.

[goodstories08]

Double Date

Sodapop Curtis X Male Reader

Request: Yes @mack-thedork

Description: Sodapop decides to take Y/n on a double date with Ponyboy and Cherry. He takes Y/n to the movies and they have the best time laughing and stealing kisses with each other until they have a run in with a few soces that Cherry knew. They started to make fun of Y/n causing Sodas blood to boil to the point we’re he punched the soc. The cops showed up and obviously blamed the greaser for the fight.

“You ready for the movie darlin’,” Sodapop called as he came into the living room, you hummed a yes as he came closer to where you sat on the couch. “Alright, come on we gotta go meet Ponyboy and his new girlfriend Cherry,” he said before leaning in and pressing his slightly chapped lips against yours.

You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, continuing to make out on the couch for a bit till Darry walked in. “Sodapop! Y/n! Y’all got a date to go on, go do that there,” He demanded, Soda and you looked into each other’s eyes before bursting out into laughter. “Yea, yea we’re leaving,” You mumble before getting up and dragging Soda out to his car. The key turned causing the engine of the old car to roar. “Wow, we’re did you get this one?” You asked, Sodapop’s grin growing more. “Someone brought it in at work, they were just happy to get rid of it so I fixed it up for you,” He whispered in his deep voice.

You smiled but thought about what he just said, “Wait!? What do you mean for me?” You looked up to his beautiful eyes, Soda leaned forward and kissed your lips. “Happy early anniversary baby,” He whispered into your ear before nibbling on it. Your eyes went wide and before you could say anything the car started moving forward. “W-wait Soda what are you talking about, is this car…”

“Yours, of course it is darlin’. I love you,” You felt your lips curve into a smile, blush rushing to your cheeks. “Oh my god, Soda baby I want to kiss you right now! Thank you so so much,” You said still in disbelief that Soda got you a car. How the hell would you ever find a gift that could top that. Sodapop may not have much, but the little he did have he gave all to you. He was the sweetest and kindest boyfriend you could have ever hoped for. It was nice to have someone who understood what not having much was like but together you needed nothing more than each other.

The car slowly came to a stop, the gravel crumbling beneath the weight of it. “All right here we are,” Soda said while steeping out and running over toward your door to open it for you. “Thank you baby,” You say while laying a kiss on his cheek, smirking as you noticed his cheeks grow red. Sodapop dragged you away toward the trunk, when it opened your eyes widened. “How’d I do. Happy early anniversary, again baby,” Soda whispered, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer so he can kiss your lips. There in the trunk laid a pic nick blanket and basket filled with your favorite foods.

“Hay Soda!” Ponyboy yelled as he made his way over, Cherry giggled as the two stumbled over each other.

“Hi baby brother.” Soda piped up, his arms wrapping around his younger brother and his fist ruffling up Ponyboy’s hair. Cherry looked to you with a huge smile and leaned in for a light hug. “So nice to see you. Y/n right?” You nodded with a smile, “took forever to walk here,” Cherry went on as you showed her to the car, where the two of you took a seat on. “Ponyboy had to practically drag me from the house. I was so busy getting my hair ready and everyhin.”

“Soda had to remind me, I’m just always so tired and forgetful with my folks always yelling at each other, barely getten sleep. That’s why I’ve been staying with Soda for a while.” Cherry gave a look of sympathy and pat your back, “Well we’re lucky to have em aren’t we.” Both you and Cherry looked over to the snack line, where your boyfriends stood joking around and bumping into each other. “Yea, we sure are.”

You looked up the the stars for a quick second admiring their beauty before looking back down to Cherry who watched as a few socs walked over. “Hey Cherr, Just wanted to check in. Why you hanging with a fucking grease?” I uncomfortably shifted and stood up to try and leave but one of them grabbed my wrist, pulling me back onto the front of Cherry’s car.

You winced from how hard he was squeezing your arm, you didn’t even have to look to know Soda was already running over to him with clutched fists. “Hey get of him!” Soda yelled with anger, Ponyboy following behind him closely. “Why what’s your fairy ass gonna do?” Soda’s face was bright red from anger he leaned forward but was met with another Soc’s fist in his face.

“Hey!” Cherry and I yelled as Soda and Pony began to fight back. You screamed as loud as you could but you couldn’t break free from the socs grasp. You watched in horror as Soda and Pony where hit over and over. Cherry tried to intervene but one of the socs pushed her to the floor. Tears seepe into the collar of my shirt as my shoes slid against the dirt.

Before anyone could pull a knife the cops where already there, I felt a rush of relief as they came out of their cars. But that relief was soon replaced with confusion as they started to arrest Soda and Pony. “Hey, stop they attacked us first,” You scream, Cherry nodding in agreement. The cop just stared before pulling Soda into the car, My blood really began to boil once the socs started laughing. Of course they would, it was never their fault. Rich kids were perfect and never caused trouble according to the police.

Later that night Darry drove you and Cherry to the station after getting a call to pay bail. After telling him what happened he was pissed as well but there was really nothing we could do but listen.

As the car came to a roaring stop you ran out of the door and into the large building. You didn’t even talk to the cop at the front who asked who you where, you just ran toward the back, ran as fast as you could till you found him. Found Soda, leaning against the wall of a Cell, a black bruise forming around his face. You screamed his name and his bright smile immediately took the feeling of nervousness away. You ran up to him and kissed him gently through the bars, trying to reach him so that you could hug him. “I’m soo sorry Y/n.”

“Don’t be, it’s not your fault,” You reassure while taking in his scent. Darry rounded the corner along with Cherry, who immediately ran toward Ponyboy. “I know, but I promise you that you won’t have to see that again. I promise I will protect you so that none of them can lay their gross hands on you again. I promise you Y/n,” He said with seriousness in his voice. I smiled as he pulled me in for a kiss once more. “I know you will, I love you Soda.”

[acquariusgb]

Billary Fic Drabble Advent Calendar: Day 25

Day 25: Christmas Morning

Hillary woke up with someone hugging her tight. She was confused. She was aware that her husband could be clingy but he knew to give her space in bed when she wasn't at her best. 

She slowly opened her eyes and soon noticed it wasn't her husband who had his arms around her but her youngest grandson.

“Good morning.” She heard someone grunting.

“ ‘morning” she said in a hoarse voice. “I see we have a guest in our bed.”

Bill chuckled. “Yeah, I saw him going around when I went to the bathroom. He said he was looking for Santa Claus.”

Hillary tried to stifle a laugh behind her hand.

“Oh… Jasper!” She kissed the top of his head.

“So I remind him that Santa doesn't come if the children aren't sleeping and of course then he didn't want to go back to his bed so here we are.” He got closer to the pair and leaned over the small boy so he could quickly kiss his wife. “Merry Christmas!”

She smiled. “Merry Christmas.” and caressed his cheek.

They heard a tainted knock at the door. “Mum, Dad,” Chelsea whispered at the other side of the door. “Is Jasper with you?”

Bill quickly got up and opened the door before his daughter started panicking. “Hi darling, don't worry he's here” he said with a smile.

She let out a sigh in relief. “That boy is going to be the death of me.” 

Jasper was her little trouble maker.

Her father laughed. “I know, honey.” He affectionately kissed her cheek. “He inherited all our rebellious traits.”

Jasper finally stirred awake and hid his face against Hillary’s body. 

“Hey, sleepyhead.” She ruffled his hair. “Merry Christmas.”

His head shot up. “Christmas!”

Chelsea approached the bed. “Yes, sweety. It’s Christmas. Time to have breakfast and see what Santa brought us.” 

He got up and jumped into his mother’s arms. 

“Gosh, you’re getting too big to be carried” She grunted. “Charlotte and Aidan are already up.” She turned around. “Mum, Dad are you coming.”

“We’ll be out in a moment.” Bill said as he sat down on the bed next to Hillary’s legs. 

“Okay.”

“Could you pass me my glasses, please?” Hillary asked her husband.

“Here you are, dear.” He leaned over and got them.

“We should be going. The grandkids will be waiting.” She started to get out of bed.

He patted her leg. “In a minute. I just wanted a moment alone before I have to share you with the rest of the family.” He opened his arms, wanting a hug.

She smiled and leaned in his body. Bill kissed the top of her head. “This is nice.” They enjoyed their closeness in silence. 

“Grandma! Pop Pop!” They heard shouting from the other room.

They both chuckled. “We’ve been summoned.”

They shared a brief kiss before joining the children. They couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas day.