#I blame finals for stealing my spoons

[legolasghosty]

what about #55, maybe for willex :)

Yeah. Um. Hi anon. If you ever see this, please know I am so deeply sorry for how long this took. Life has been a little... *gestures aimlessly at the half packed apartment around me* But Um. Here? I'm so sorry.

Alex groans and sits up. He's been trying to fall asleep for nearly 3 hours now and it refuses to come. He got so desperate that he literally tried counting imaginary sheep. No dice, even after like 231 of the stupid fluff balls. Alex swings his legs over the edge of the bed, shivering when his toes brush the cold linoleum floor, and gathers his focus enough to stay an inch above it. Might as well get a snack if sleep refuses to take him.

He doesn't bother being quiet, Reggie could sleep through a hurricane. Which is good, considering how loud that dog of his snores. But when he opens his bedroom door, the light over the stove is on. And there's someone staring into his fridge. Someone that is definitely not his roommate.

"What the heck!" Alex yelps, stepping back until his heel hits the wall and he stumbles.

The person inspecting his leftover pasta collection bolts upright, turning to stare at him. Alex catches a flash of long, dark hair and high cheekbones and his heartbeat starts racing for a second reason.

"Willie?" he asks, blinking.

"'lex?" Willie slurs, eyes a little unfocused. "'t's like three in the morning, what are you doing in my kitchen?"

"In your-Willie what are you doing in my kitchen!?" Alex demands, confused. Maybe he did fall asleep and this is some kind of crazy dream where his hot next-door neighbor is in his apartment.

"What do you mean?" Willie mumbles. Alex notices his knuckles whitening where they're gripping the fridge door.

"Willie are you okay?" he asks hesitantly.

Willie sort of nods. "Thick as a fiddle," he says slowly.

Alex shakes his head and takes a step closer. "That's not reassuring. What happened?"

"Sam and Jeff were mad at each other," Willie replies, shrugging and glancing back at the fridge.

"Who?" Alex questions.

"Classmates," Willie clarifies. "Think I stopped the fight."

Alex winces at the word 'fight'. He doesn't actually know Willie all that well, what with freezing up every time they bump into each other in the laundry room or something, but they seem like the sort of person to get in the middle of a fight. Physically.

"You should sit down," Alex suggests, approaching slowly. "Did you get hit in the head?"

"Sitting is good," Willie mumbles, closing the fridge to look around the dark common area.

Alex blinks and suddenly Willie is on the other side of the room, tripping over an ottoman and crashing down onto his couch. "Woah, Willie, be careful!" he yelps, dashing over.

"'m fine," Willie slurs, rolling over and pulling themselves onto the couch properly "Just a little dizzy."

"Okay no more teleporting for you tonight," Alex decides. "Did you get hit or hexed?"

"Hexed? I think?" Willie offers, brow furrowing. "Don't really remember."

Alex groans. It is way too late to be dealing with this, and of course the healing center won't open till the morning.

"Sorry, didn't mean to come into your place," Willie sighs. "I can leave?"

"Absolutely not," Alex argues immediately. "No way am I leaving you alone like this. Besides, your roommate is a jerk who probably wouldn't enjoy being woken up by you falling on your way to bed."

Willie winces and nods. "You sure?"

"Of course."

Alex drops down onto the end of the couch, beside Willie's feet. He tries to remember what his healing class said about hexes. The darkness seems much more frightening with Willie collapsed and dizzy beside him, even though the light over the oven is still on.

Sure, they might not actually be close, but they're probably not acquaintances anymore either. Alex has never been entirely sure where the line is between 'someone you know' and 'friend'. And if the way his heart rate picks up every time Willie's toes brush his thigh is any indication, he's not sure 'friend' is exactly what he wishes they were anyways. Either way, he cares about Willie and Willie is hurt.

"I think it's a confusion hex," Willie mentions a minute later. Alex glances over, raising his eyebrows in question. "Sam's the one out of them that's good with hexes," they explain, "and confusion ones are his main thing. So that's probably what I got hit with."

Alex nods slowly and pulls out his phone. Thank the stars for the internet. The symptoms he's getting seem to mostly line up with what Willie has been doing and saying since he scared the living daylights (nightlights?) out of Alex ten minutes ago.

"Okay, according to the WaM-HO," Alex reads aloud, "confusion hexes will generally wear off on their own. How long this takes depends on the strength of the caster, lasting anywhere from an hour to two weeks on average."

Willie groans. "I would really like to be able to see straight sooner than next month?"

Alex resists the urge to place a hand on his ankle and squeeze to offer comfort. They're not that close. "Sounds like there's meds and countercharms that can speed things up," he says, skimming the rest of the page. "And I'm guessing your friend isn't a fully trained hexer so I doubt it would last the full two weeks."

"Classmate," Willie corrects. "Not my friend."

Alex frowns and turns off his phone to give Willie his full attention. "Then why were you out with them in the first place?" he asks. Maybe it's too personal a question, but it's 3 in the morning and this whole situation is just a mess so Alex can't bring himself to care that much.

"We had a late exam and a bunch of the guys were going out after to unwind," Willie begins, head drooping to rest against the back of the couch. "I haven't really had a ton of luck making friends in classes so I guess I figured it was a good idea when they asked me."

"Sorry," Alex answers when Willie doesn't continue. "Though if it makes you feel any better, they don't sound like great people to be friends with anyways."

"Yeah, dodged a bullet on that one I guess." Then Willie smirks, setting something aflutter in Alex's stomach. "Just didn't dodge the hex."

Alex lets out a startled chuckle. "Too soon, man," he declares.

"My injury, my jokes," Willie retorts, poking Alex with their foot.

Alex rolls his eyes. "Well rest is probably your best bet on that unmissed hex," he comments, climbing to his feet. "Come on, you can use my bed," he adds, offering Willie a hand up.

"Dude, I'm not taking your bed," Willie protests. "I'll be fine on the couch."

"That couch is barely wide enough for your shoulders," Alex points out. "You falling and cracking your head open isn't going to help anything. I'll sleep out here."

"It's your bed though," Willie responds. "You need to sleep too."

Alex shrugs. "It'll be fine, not like I was doing so hot on that before you got here either."

Willie grabs Alex's hand suddenly, pulling himself up. "Okay then we'll just share."

Alex fights to keep his balance, both from Willie's unexpected weight and from the suggestion. "It's a twin, there's no way we'll both fit," he argues.

"Too bad," Willie says, keeping his hand wrapped around Alex's as he heads for his room.

"Willie hang on," Alex tries as he's pulled along. Darn how standing on air doesn't give him much traction to resist. His cheeks are already heating up at just the thought of sharing his tiny bed with his very attractive (and sweet and funny and thoughtful and-) neighbor, no way is he going to survive it actually happening without a heart attack.

"It'll be fine," Willie says, entering the bedroom.

He finally drops Alex's hand and turns around to sit on the messed up blankets of Alex's bed. Alex can barely make out his face in the dim light from the kitchen, but something seems to soften.

"Look, if it really makes you uncomfortable, we don't have to," Willie adds gently. "But like... if you just don't want to because you think it's going to make me feel weird, it won't."

Alex isn't sure where all the air in his lungs has gotten to. It's definitely not his brain though, because he finds himself nodding. "I'll get the light," he says, ducking out again to hit the switch over the stove.

When he returns to his room and his eyes adjust to the darkness, he can just make out Willie lying down in his bed, fumbling with the blankets. Then a hand reaching out towards him. Alex will blame his exhausted brain for it in the morning, but he takes it and settles down beside his neighbor.

It takes them a minute to figure out how to both comfortably fit on the narrow bed. By the time Willie's breathing evens out, they're laying half on top of Alex, their hands still linked. Alex is sure his heart is hammering too fast for him to doze off, but the next thing he knows is the siren that is Reggie's alarm going off around 8 am.

He isn't sure what to make of the fact that he feels more rested than he has in weeks.

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Ok so what if Eddie had a cat that was a thief, but he got blamed for it, or was afraid he would get blamed for it.

Imagine everyone in the neighborhood talking about their stolen items and looking out for someone doing it, and here he is with all of this loot, all of this random stuff stashed in his room because of the cat.

What would he do and how would he react?

Eddie found this cat. There's no doubt that he found this cat in like a sketchy alley way after a show, and he took it home. Wayne was pissed that Eddie stole a cat and made sure to make it clear that the cat was Eddie's responsibility. That's why Eddie panics when he wakes up and the cat is missing.

He searches EVERYWHERE the longer the cat is missing, the more he panics. "Where the fuck are you Missy Whiskers?!?!?" He finally finds her walking into his room while he's on his knees looking under the couch. He sighs in relief, not thinking anything of it and goes back to bed.

This becomes a regular occurrence. He would search and search for missy, and then when he's about to give up, she comes strutting in and shaking her butt like nothing happened. And each time he would pick her up, kiss her head and mutter the same thing, "You're going to give me a damn heart attack" but he never thinks anything of it.

That is until shit starts going missing. First, it was at his trailer. He couldn't find a guitar pick or a ring, and then spoons started disappearing. Honestly, he just thought he was forgetting stuff, Wayne thought Eddie was hiding things while high again. Neither cared that much, but then the neighboring trailers started complaining about things going missing.

"All of my hair ties are gone!" "My sons stuffed animal is missing!" "Has anyone seen my keys???"

Eddie was starting to worry that someone was breaking in and stealing from people. What if they stole something more valuable than just a few spoons? Shit what if they stole missy whiskers?!?! He would die. So he decided to try and stay up to see if he could catch them in the act. And he did.

His eyes squint as he watches his cat, the princess of the trailer, walk into his room and go straight under his bed. From where he sat, he could see something in her mouth, and he was hoping it wasn't a dead animal - his heart could NOT handle a dead mouse. He tipped toed into his room and lifted his mattress up, and he gasped at what he found.

It's a fucking treasure chest under there. A rainbow of different hair ties, all his guitar picks, so many spoons and...is that car keys? Where did this come from???

He searches some more and is met with the suspect. Sitting right next to him is missy licking her paws and meowing at him when their eyes meet. She rubs up against him and starts to purr, and his heart melts. "Aw princess," he pets her softly before his hand freezes. "Am I an accomplice???" He panics a bit trying to think about how long the jail time would be for being an accomplice to his cats crimes. He considers hiding this stuff. No one will miss....car keys? Will they? He grimaces at the thought of that and sighs, knowing he has to return this stuff, but how is he not going to get caught....

[bbyquokka]

Valentines day with ot8

pairing: ot8 x fem reader

genre: headcanon, smut – MDNI

synopsis: how you'd spend valentines day with skz

warnings: she/her pronouns, smut, established relationships, pet play, oral sex (m + f rec), anal toys (plug), pet names, use of the word master and sir, clit play, inexperienced reader, virgin reader, loss of virginity, mention of feeling insecure and anxious, Amazon sex position, grinding, reader calls jisung a pervert, breast and nipple play, mention of porn watching, unprotected and protected penetration (p in v), mention of using a safe word and the traffic light system, masturbation (m), thigh fucking, temp play (ice)  

words: 8.4k ~ (8408)

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꒰ Chan ꒱ 

He's been working hard lately. Having to juggle work and home has become tiring and exhausting for him. He comes home from work, showers, eats and crawls into bed, ultimately done for the night.

You don't blame him though. It's that time of the year. However, you couldn't help but feel like the intimacy between you both had diminished. You know he's tired so you don't expect him to do anything however, when you would crawl into bed, he'd at least give you some form of intimacy, whether that'd be spooning you or just gentle kisses - now he doesn't do any of that.

Has the romance died? Is there no spark between you both anymore? Is Chan bored of you? All these questions swimming around in your head and not a single answer to any of them which makes you feel more anxious and worried. 

You tried to initiate it, saying that he doesn't have to move a single muscle, that you'll do all the work but Chan just wasn't interested, claimed he was too tired and that he has a busy day ahead.

You soon started to feel defeated, sometimes crying to yourself in the bathroom before settling next to him in bed. 

But you didn't give up. You refuse to give up.

Valentine's day is coming up so you decided to splash out on some sexy lingerie to surprise your lover. Maybe then he will give you the attention you deserve! 

A nice, sexy red lace set. Panties and bralette made of flimsy material and see through. Cute hearts decorate the bralette covering where your nipples would show. A matching garter belt and stockings to accommodate it. If this doesn't make Chan drool, then you don't know what will.

The time finally came. Chan was finishing up in the bathroom after taking a shower, the sounds of the hairdryer going off. You quickly change into your lacy underwear before quickly styling your hair to make yourself look the part as well as spraying some of your best perfume on your neck. Nerves and anticipation surges through your veins, bubbling in your stomach.

What if he doesn't like it? What if this is the final straw? If this fails, then you don't know what else you can do to make him touch or look at you.

So deep in thought, you fail to hear the bathroom door open. The soft slaps of bare feet on the floorboards as Chan approaches.

“Holy shit…” He breathes out. You spin on your heels to face him, cheeks turning a nice pink colour.

“Chan–”

“Sh.” He simply instructs, walking towards you. You press your lips together in a thin line, unable to take your eyes off him. His aura is different, a sudden change of atmosphere making you feel small and submissive.

“My gosh don't you look adorable.” He groans, grabbing your cheeks in his hand softly. You're forced to look up at him, your throat turning dry.

“C-Chan…” You weakly squeak. You feel his fingers lightly feather over the flimsy material of your bralette, outlining the curve of your breasts before gently poking your nipple. He lines the heart shape slowly, his fingertip nudging against the bud. 

You shiver, letting out a weak moan. You couldn't help it. It's been days, weeks since he's last touched you. You can already feel your cunt throb and ache, panties slowly soaking up your slick and sticking to you. You're touch starved and it's obvious from the way your body responds from his simple touch.

He releases your cheeks before sliding both hands down your sides and cupping your ass.

He pulls you flush to his naked chest. You can feel the heat radiating off his skin onto yours. It's suffocating, it's making you dizzy. His scent is all over and around you, you're becoming intoxicated.

“All this is for me?” Chan licks his lips hungrily as he presses his erection onto your thigh.

“Yes.” you instantly reply.

“Why?”

“It's valentine's day and you haven't touched me in so long Chan. I'm touch starved.” You pout, whining softly. Chan chuckles softly 

“I'm sorry pup. I've just been so tired lately. I have wanted to pleasure you, believe me but I'm so pent up that I'm scared of hurting you…”

“I trust you Chan. With my whole heart. I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me. Just please Chan, please fuck me.” You beg, cupping his erection and gently palming it. Chan lets out a shaky moan before smirking.

“Be careful what you wish for, y/n”

“I mean it! Please Chan, fuck me like you mean it. I want to be sore, I want to feel you deep inside. I want to be fucked dumb. Just, please!”

You squeal as Chan picks you up and throws you on the bed. He crawls over to you, situating himself between your legs.

“I warned you, y/n but you just couldn't keep your mouth shut, huh.”

꒰ Minho ꒱ 

Minho tugs on the leash that's attached to your collar, your body jerking slightly. You look up from your sleeping position on the floor before kneeling and sitting on the back of your heels, awaiting his instructions. It's valentine's day, a day that he never cared about until you suggested that you'd make valentines day his day.

He hums softly, patting your head gently before twisting your hair around his finger. He gently strokes the fake fur of the cat ears that rest on your head, a cute delicate collar around your neck with a bell attached to it with a matching tail. 

“Yes, master?” 

“Suck.” He simply instructs. You nod, crawling between his parted legs before pulling down his jeans and underwear. You wrap your fingers around his dick, starting off slow and steady. 

Minho's attention turns back onto the TV, his eyes flickering from the screen, to you then back to the screen. He slouches a bit more as his cock gets hard in your hand. You hum softly, pumping his base before leaning in to kitten lick his tip.

You press your tongue flat against his tip, collecting his pre cum that is currently seeping from his slit. Your free hand comes up to massage and fondle with his balls, rolling them slowly in the palm of your hand. Minho closes his eyes slowly as your lips wrap around his cockhead.

You softly suck, wrapping your tongue around it and letting the wet muscle caresses his red tip. The salty flavor of his pre cum coats your taste buds making you hum and shiver. You look up at your lover, his nonchalant expression refusing to change until you suddenly lower your head on his cock, taking more of his size and letting him hit the back of your throat.

Minho's eyes widen at the sudden action as he looks down at you. He parts his lips, toes curling as you instantly swallow around his cock. Saliva bubbles from the corner of your lips, the ability to breathe becoming a struggle from the sheer thickness of him.

Your throat clenches around Minho. He kicks his head back, a throaty groan leaving his lips. His composure breaks as he feels your tongue caress his cock, mouth getting to work on sucking him well.

You place both hands on his thick thighs, eyes fluttering close as you lower your head further down until your nose touches his pubic area. Minho stutters, struggling to stop his hips from bucking upwards. He gathers your hair in his fist, tugging harshly at the roots. You let out a muffled cry, tears welling and spilling from the corner of your eyes as saliva dribbles down your chin.

“F-Fuck, kitten. Shit…” Minho shivers as you slowly pull some of his length out of your mouth. Keeping your lips around him, you work on sucking him how he likes it. Tongue caressing and wrapping around his cock, hands caressing and rolling his balls in the palm of your hand. The bell of your collar jingles with each head movement, Minho being unable to hold back his moans.

“Shit, good.. so good.” He whimpers, plump lip caught between his teeth as your face becomes stained with tears and slobber. 

“Such a good kitten, sucking master's cock.” He gathers the faux leather leash, twisting it around his fist to tug harshly. You whimper softly, pulling his cock out of your mouth. A thin string of saliva being the only thing connecting you both at this point.

“All fours.” Minho demands. You nod, shifting on all fours. Your back is to Minho, ass and pussy on full display. Minho licks his lips, kneeling behind you and spreading your ass cheeks. He shivers at the sight of your butt plug that's buried inside, a fake fur tail attacked at the end to finish off the cat like appearance.

“My gorgeous kitten.” Minho coos, playing with your tail before gently applying pressure on the plug. You let out a soft whimper, your swollen bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“Does that feel good, kitten?”

“Yes sir.” You shakily breathe out, feeling his fingertips dance towards your pussy. He uses his middle and index finger to rub between your folds, a hum of contentment emitting from his lips as his fingers become soaked.

“So wet for me, kitten. Did you get like this because you sucked some cock?” 

“Y-Yes sir.” He presses the pad of his fingertips against your swollen clit, rubbing slow circles on the nub. Your legs shake, arms unable to hold your body weight. He slips two fingers in your cunt, your walls welcoming him by squeezing around his fingers. He leans over you, chest pressing on your back.

“I think I might like Valentine's day.” 

꒰ Changbin ꒱

Changbin is the only person you've ever known when it comes to sex. Changbin has a lot more experience than you do in that department. You were a virgin when you two met so he is all you ever know. You don't have much sexual experience, not knowing what you like and dislike, however, Changbin is patient with you.

He told you to take your time, that there is no rush. You will find out what positions and kinks you like eventually, reassuring you that you shouldn't rush because stuff like this cannot be rushed.

But you can't help that nagging feeling of insecurity in the back of your mind. Some days you wish you knew what you were doing because then, it would be easier and much more smooth sailing. Changbin has told you time and time again that he doesn't mind, that he understands the situation and that you shouldn't feel scared nor insecure - but your mind tells you differently.

Valentine's day is around the corner and you want to do something special with him. You couldn't do anything last year due to work commitments and when you two finally had free time, the moment was over and done with. This year is different however and you want to make it a day he won't ever forget.

You shopped for some cute looking underwear. It's not the first time you've shopped for underwear, however this type of underwear is different and is for a different meaning.

Walking along the shelves and racks of cute and sexy underwear, robes and even some bdsm equipment, you were once again reminded that this is all new to you. You didn't know exactly what you were going for nor what you wanted to look or feel like. When a staff member offered you some help, you flushed a deep red and scurried out of the store empty handed.

You didn't know what Changbin likes when it comes to this. What does he like to see his partner wear? What colours does he like? Red, pink, blue? Does he like lace or cotton? The more unanswered questions you have, the more insecure and nervous you feel.

You tried again the next day, taking deep breaths and this time, you accepted the help from the staff member. You bought yourself a cute baby pink set. Nothing too extreme but nothing too minimal. Now you have to hide it away from your lover and hiding things from Changbin can be quite tricky.

The week went by slowly. During the week, you googled positions and techniques to get your loved ones to feel good. That's when you come across a position known as the ‘Amazon Position.’ Your curiosity piqued, the picture of said position making you want to try it with Changbin. Only problem is, how do you bring something up like this to him?

Changbin knew something was going on with you, he could tell by the way you acted so skittish around him. How you would be quick to lock your phone or hold it close to your chest when he questioned what you were doing. He knew but he had a feeling that you being so secretive is for a good reason.

Valentine's day came and as expected, you feel sick to your stomach with nerves. You wrote a mental script, imagined it all out in your head. Changbin was out for the day, work commitments but he promised to make it up to you later that night but of course, you have other plans.

You spend the majority of the day clock watching, continually trying on the set wondering if doing this is a good idea. You feel good on the set. The soft pink with hearts and bows gave it that innocent appeal to it and that's exactly how you feel – innocent and cute.

6 pm rolls over. Changbin will be home in 30 minutes max. You ignore the sick feeling, ignore your nerves as you put on the set, fixing your hair and make up. You put on a robe to conceal it as you hear the front door open.

“Y/n! Baby, I'm home!” You grin, hearing your lover's voice. Your worries instantly wash away. You rush out of the bedroom, feet slapping against the wood floor.

“Binnie!!” You fail to hide your excitement as you run to him. He laughs, opening his arms wide. You run into them, Changbin wrapping his strong arms around you and lifting you up.

“How's my favourite baby girl?” He hums softly, hands cupping your ass softly to keep you stable. You blush a soft pink colour.

“I'm fine. Missed you though.” You pout. Changbin softly kisses your pout before laughing softly. You mewl, nuzzling into his neck and inhaling his natural scent. His scent causes shivers to run down your spine and shoot to your core. 

It's Binnie, your Binnie. The man you love and adore so much. The man who is your safe space.

“Binnie.” You softly whisper, kissing his neck delicately. Changbin hums softly.

“I bought you something.” He whispers. 

“You did?” 

“Mhm. Want it now or–?” You pull your head away from his neck, looking to the side as you bite your lip. Changbin tilts his head to the side. “Baby, what's wrong?”

“W-Well, I uh…” You start. Changbin gently puts you back down, your feet hitting the wood floor. “I bought something and I wanted to ask you something and well, I'm just so embarrassed and worried that you won't like it..”

Tears well in your eyes suddenly, the action surprising you as well as Changbin. You're so nervous right now, thoughts and insecurities consuming your body.

“Take your time baby.” Changbin hums softly, wiping your tears with his thumb.

“I-I think it's best if I show you.” You mumble, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom. You instruct him to sit, stepping in between his legs. You take a deep breath in before removing your robe, letting it shimmy down your shoulders and pool at your feet.

Changbin's eyes widened at your set, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“Is this what you wanted to show me, baby?” You nod slowly, taking shaky breaths. “Can I touch?”

“Yes.” His fingertips lightly dance up your sides. He traces the hearts on your bra, playing with the little bow in the center. He gently cups your breasts, palming them in his hand softly.

“B-Binnie…” You softly moan. 

“What else baby? Tell your Binnie what else you want.”

“I-I found a position called the Amazon position and I–I want to try it with you.” That pink flush turns a bright red. Changbin licks his lips slowly, his hands now playing with the curve of your ass.

“You want to try it with me baby? Are you sure?” You nod. “Are you doing this because you want to or because you're trying to please me? Because if you're doing this for me then–”

“I want to! Please Binnie… I-I know I'm inexperienced but I just, I don't know… I just want to try it with you and see if I like it…” Changbin stands up, cupping your cheeks gently.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you're comfortable with this.” You look into Changbin's eyes, drowning in the beauty of his eyes. Lust is evident but the love you see is drowning you. 

“I'm comfortable.”

Changbin lays flat on his back, legs up and bent at the knees. He holds the back of his thighs, legs spread. You shuffle close to him, holding the base of his condom clasped penis. You hold it straight, squatting over the back of his thighs.

“Are you sure?” Changbin asks for the nth time. You nod.

“I'm sure Binnie. I trust you.” Changbin smiles softly at you, giving you the go ahead. You lower yourself down on his length. Both of you moaning in unison, the stretch you feel from his cock burning. You wait a few seconds before thrusting your hips towards him. You let out a shaky whimper, leaning forward to place your hands on his soft pecs.

“B-Binnie…” You moan out, head hanging low. The new position makes it possible for Changbin to reach into unknown territory. You're at a loss for words from how pleasurable it feels. You're in control, you get to control how deep and how fast to go. Your clit rubbing against Changbin, the feel of being able to control making you feel overwhelmed

“You look so beautiful and in control, baby girl. The best valentine's gift ever.”

꒰ Hyunjin ꒱

Hyunjin was sculpted by a Greek god, giving him romantic attributes so it's no surprise that Valentine's day is made for him. His little habits, hobbies and interests as well as his sense of style screams soft romantic.

Valentine's day is Hyunjin's favourite thing of the year purely because he gets to show that romantic side to you. He never fails in making you feel like royalty. You often tease him, calling him a soppy romantic but in reality, you adore that side of him 

You feel lucky to have someone like Hyunjin in your life.

This year you didn't fancy doing anything spontaneous. The week has been tiring for you both, neither of you fancied getting dressed and going out plus neither of you needed any new clothing or hobby related stuff - so Hyunjin suggested that you both just do some art together.

You're both sitting on the wood floor of Hyunjin's art studio, a few candle sticks in empty wine glasses situated on the tables. You're sitting cross legged facing each other, your hair tied in a messy bun. Hyunjin's hair is getting long again but it's not long enough for him to tie up, so he's settled on using a pink hairband of yours to keep his hair out of his face.

Different types of paints, paint brushes and canvases situated around you both. Both dressed in clothing that you don't really care about meaning you can get messy. A soft, classical piece playing in the background as the soft sounds of paint brushes being dragged around the canvases.

“How's it going for you angel?” Hyunjin's eyes flicker up from his canvas to you. He chuckles softly to himself as your tongue sticks out in concentration - a habit of yours he loves so much.

“It's going alright.” You laugh, eyebrows furrowing together.

“Just alright?” You nod, looking up and melting at the sight of him. You forget how handsome Hyunjin looks, with his prince-like appearance; however, tonight he looks exquisite. The soft glow of the candles, stray pieces of hair falling in front of his face, a few paint streaks on his cheeks, you feel like the luckiest person on the planet.

“I just can't get your right eye correct! I have the left done perfectly but the right eye is just annoying me.” You whine softly. Hyunjin laughs, dipping his paintbrush in some water.

“The struggles for many of us artists out there, darling. Trying to get things perfect and symmetrical doesn't always go to plan.” 

“I applaud you, Jinnie. You make art look so easy.”

“It takes time and practice my love. I never used to be good.”

“Lies. You've always been good. I'm jealous.” You huff.

“Jealous? Jealous of what?” Hyunjin looks up at you.

“Of everything! Have you seen yourself baby! You're so pretty and handsome. You have amazing talents, like damn!” Hyunjin laughs, his hand automatically coming up to hide his smile as his cheek turns a pink colour.

“Thank you darling, I appreciate it, however, I think you're the prettiest person in the world.” You shuffle on the spot, looking down at your artwork as you flush a deep red 

“S-Shut up, jinnie.” Hyunjin laughs softly, shrugging his shoulders before getting back to work on his art piece. Silence falls upon you both. It's comfortable. Nothing feels forced or awkward. It's nice, calm and just what you both need.

“Ready to show?” Hyunjin puts his paintbrush down as you do the same. You hum softly, nodding. “On three. One, two, three!”

You both flip your canvases around. Your eyes widen, a feeling of shock and admiration rushing through your mind and body. His art is breathtaking, making you awe at his talents. He's captured you in a way that you've never been captured before, painting you in a feeling of softness and comfort. He's managed to get down every last detail. From the wispy bits of your hair to the textures of your face.

“Hyunjin.. i–” you struggle to find the words, tears starting to well in your eyes as you feel overwhelmed.

“Do you like it, darling?” 

“Like it? I love it! I look so calm and at peace.”

“That's how I see you darling. I love seeing you like this. You look and feel so free, no worries weighing you down. I adore this side of you darling, so I had to paint you like this.”

“Baby…” You smile lovingly at him, wiping away a fallen tear.

“You're so beautiful and special to me, darling.” Hyunjin puts his painting down, patting his lap. You place your own painting next to him, straddling his lap as he holds your waist gently.

“I love you, y/n. So so much.”

“H-Hyunjin…” You softly whisper, lips inches apart. His breath fans against them, your fingers digging into his shoulders. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush onto his crotch.

“I'm going insane, y/n. You're driving me insane.” Hyunjin plants soft and delicate kisses on your neck. You tilt your head to the side, allowing more access for him. His sharp canines sink into your skin, occasionally scrapping them before sucking and kissing.

Your lips part, soft moans in the form of his name emit from your lips. His hands slide up your clothing, fingertips dancing delicately along the hot skin of your back. His lips kiss up and along your jawline before finding your own lips.

The kiss is slow yet passionate. Gripping onto his shoulders, you rock your hips back and forth on him, shaky moans being swallowed by your both. 

“I want you, I need you.” He whispers desperately against your lips, gently placing you flat on the wood floor and leaning over you all whilst keeping his lips attached to yours

“You have me, baby. I'm all yours for the taking.”

꒰ Jisung ꒱ ( continuation from this )

He couldn't bear the thought of you looking like that again. You looked so sad and alone.  You needed him, craved him and he couldn't do anything about it. He felt powerless and he hates that.

The business trip got extended by a few more days, much to Jisung and your frustration. He wouldn't be home for valentine's and that hurts the most for you both. You accepted it, saying that there's nothing that can be done about it, however, Jisung is stubborn. He refuses to accept it.

It's 11 pm, the day before valentine's, and you're getting ready for bed. Jisung messaged you saying that he couldn't video call you tonight, which sucks but it's something that cannot be helped. You do your usual bedtime routine before changing into a spaghetti strap vest and panties.

You grab your plushie, sliding into bed and holding the plushie close to your chest before trying to sleep. You have trouble sleeping when Jisung is away. His warmth and comfort isn't there to provide you a sense of safety.

You managed to fall asleep but half an hour later, you were woken by someone shaking you gently. A soft call of your name and that all too familiar scent clouded your mind.

“S-Sungie?!” You sleepily whisper, heart fluttering.

“It's me, darling. It's me, I'm home.” Jisung shuffles in bed behind you, pulling you flush to his chest. His warmth radiating onto you, his fingers stroking your stomach slowly. He nuzzles into the back of your neck, deeply inhaling that sweet scent he has missed so much.

“I thought–”

“I finished everything I had to do. I wanted to be with you y/n. I've missed you so dearly and the thought of spending valentine's without you hurts.” You shuffle around to face him, placing a hand on his soft cheek.

“You're so love sick, Sungie.” You giggle playfully. He leans into your touch, kissing your palm gently before taking your hand and placing it on his firm chest.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he stares into your eyes whilst guiding your hand down his chest and abs. You eventually reach his fully erect penis.

Your eyes widen slightly, Jisung taking his hand off yours gently.

“I'm sorry. As soon as I came through the front door, I was hit with nothing but your sweet scent. Then I came in here and it's so sweet. So sickly…”

“P-Pervert.” You mumble, slowly palming his cock. He lets out a throaty groan, nudging the tip of his nose against your neck, his soft, black hair tickling your face.

“Say it again.” 

“Pervert.” You mewl, squeezing his cock. His hips buck, body shaking. He tugs at your vest, pulling it up and over before diving in between your breasts. He squeezes them roughly, biting at the skin leaving teeth marks before biting and tugging at your nipple. You shimmy your hand down his boxer shorts to rub your thumb over his soaked tip.

“Missed you. Missed you so much. I'm going insane, y/n. Want to devour you.” 

“Then do so.” You whisper, your breath tickling the shell of his ear. He groans softly before shimming down and under the duvet. He buries himself between your parted legs, pushing your panties to the side, too impatient to strip you off them.

He needs you and he needs you now 

“I've missed this.” You hear him say before his tongue laps at your clit. Your eyes widen at the sudden contact, fingers finding his hair and tangling themselves in it.

“J-Ji…” You moan out, back arching softly off the bed. He sucks and nibbles on your clit, two fingers sliding up and down between your folds. He swaps his mouth and fingers, fingers rubbing fast circles on your clit as he laps at your entrance hungrily, collecting every single drop of your essence.

“So good. So delicious, missed this… missed you.” He purrs. He grabs your thighs, pulling you flush against his face. He spits on your cunt, smearing it around your core, folds and clit before eating you out hungrily. 

Spit and slick coats his face, the sounds of your breathy moans and whimpers paired with the harsh tugs on his roots making him feral.

“I never want to be away from you again, darling.”

꒰ Felix ꒱

It's your first valentine's with Felix. You two are a fresh couple, dating for only four months. You've never had a long term relationship before, nothing like what you're experiencing with Felix at least. 

Sure you've had partners but they don't tend to last very long for you. Felix, however, is different. He is soft, kind and patient with you. He knows you're inexperienced in all departments. You were worried and insecure about that; however, Felix reassures you that he doesn't mind, that he will help you and that you shouldn't feel pushed.

He told you that you two will go further when you feel ready to do so; and you do. You feel like now is the right time to further your relationship with Felix. You know it's going to be scary and a hell of a journey, but you trust Felix with your heart and soul.

You researched forums, watched many porn videos and even spoke to a few friends on what you should and shouldn't do. You mentally prepared yourself for the day, thinking, hoping you was; but nothing can prepare you for your first time.

“Still to this day, you are an unbelievably good cook.” Felix hums, placing down his knife and fork before wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

“Thank you, lixie.” You blush, shuffling in your seat. You invited Felix over for a valentine's dinner. He arrived at your door with a bouquet of roses, chocolates, home baked brownies and two vouchers for a spa day for you both.

Being at home brought you a sense of comfort, thinking that initiating or mentioning sex would be easier if you were in your own comfort space.

You stand to take his plate, Felix shaking his head and standing up, taking yours and his.

“You go relax baby, I'll clean up.”

“Are you sure?” You asked however, he's quick, sleeves rolled up as he fills the sink with warm, soapy water.

“A million percent. Put on a film or show and I will join you real soon.” You nod, smiling softly before sitting on the sofa. You put on a series, trying to calm your racing mind. You feel ready, the question is, how do you approach it?

You were mentally prepared, the hours and weeks of research leading up to this moment. You even put on your best underwear in an attempt to feel the part. So busy consumed with your own thoughts and feelings, you didn't notice Felix walking towards you, wiping his hands on his t-shirt.

“Everything okay baby?” He asks, sitting beside you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You meekly nod, smiling before leaning into his side, head on his shoulder.

“Okay darling. You'd tell me if you weren't, right?”

“Of course, lixie.” Felix hums before turning his attention to the TV. You, however, couldn't concentrate on the show. 

Hours went by painfully slowly. You're scared that time is running out for you. Felix is staying for the night so that's one thing you don't have to worry about but the nagging feeling, your head telling you to “Just do it” making you feel uneasy. You take a deep breath as you look up at Felix.

He looks down at you, smiling softly before his eyes widen at you. Your hand gently and shakily placed over his crotch, slowly palming him the best you can over his blue coloured jeans.

“W-Wait…” He grunts. You bite your lip, swallowing down the heavy feeling of nerves and insecurities. You palm harder, desperation kicking in when you realize that it's not working.

“Why…” You look down, then back at Felix. Tears well in your eyes slowly, heart thumping against your chest and feeling heavy. Felix softly sighs before holding your wrist.

“Baby. Look at me.” You look up at him, bottom lip quivering. Was it bad? Does he not like you like that? Does he not want it?

“F-Felix.” You choke out, tears falling down your cheeks. You feel embarrassed, ashamed. You're wondering why you did something like that. Was it all for nothing?

“Oh darling, don't cry.” Felix coos, wiping away your tears.

“D-Did you not like it?” You choke out.

“I did.”

“But–”

“However, you have to take it slow.”

“B-But i”

“Are you ready?” You nod slowly. “Look me in the eyes baby and tell me you want this.”

“I-I want this… I want you.”

“Are you sure? A million percent sure? Infinity perfect?” You giggle softly though your laughs as you nod. “Okay, my love.”

Your arms cover your naked breasts, Felix kneeling between your legs. Your hair fanned out against the bed sheets, the room dimly lit with fairy lights. Your clothing scattered across your bedroom, lips kiss bitten and swollen.

Felix has driven you to your second orgasm of the night, making sure you are well prepared for what's about to come. He kisses the inside of your thigh gently, his body slick with sweat. He decided to put his long, blonde hair up in a ponytail to keep it away from his face.

He rolls a condom onto his length, pumping himself a few times before shuffling towards you.

“Are you sure?” He asks for the nth time.

“Infinity percent.” You whisper, cheeks pink.

“Remember your safe word?” You nod. “What is it?”

“Sunshine.” 

“Good girl.” Felix sweetly pecks your lips before lining himself up at your entrance. “This will hurt, baby. It'll sting and feel painful at first. I promise I will go slow but tell me if it's too much for you and I will stop right away, okay?” 

“O-Okay lixie.” Felix slowly pushes his length inside. You grip onto the sheets tightly, lip caught between your teeth. He's right, it hurts. You feel like you're being stretched, the sting running up and down your spine.

“F-Felix.” You squeak out, reaching out to him. He gently takes your hand in his, squeezing gently and rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand.

“You're doing so well baby. I'm so proud of you.” He whispers, kissing your hand gently. He pushes a little under half of his length, deciding that going further would be too much for you.

He rubs soothing circles on your hips, inner thighs, hands; anywhere he can reach, he soothes. You pant softly, Felix staying still to allow you to adjust to his size.

It's overwhelming. You feel so full. Your body is tingling, your mind telling you that you want so much more than what he has given you.

“L-Lix…”

“Colour?” 

“G-Green.. Please, move.” Felix swallows, holding your waist gently before slowly moving. Pleasure courses through your veins from the small and limited movements, your pussy sensitive from never being used this way before.

It's suffocating, but it's good to the point it's addicting.

The pain subsides, pleasuring taking over. Felix slowly picks up the speed and intensity, watching your brows furrow together and lips part. Soft moans leave your lips frequently, making Felix feel more and more confident that you're getting into it.

“I'm so honoured and blessed that you feel comfortable and safe around me for me to take something so wonderful yet precious.”

꒰ Seungmin ꒱ 

1 am. The early morning of valentine's day. Your eyes flutter open. You let out a soft grumble, bringing a fist up to your eyes to rub away the sleep. Your mind is still heavy with sleep so you're not fully awake yet, however, you don't need to be fully awake to understand the sweet noises you're currently hearing.

Soft groans make your ears perk up. You look behind you, eyes widening at the sight you see. 

“S-Shit…” A breathy Seungmin groans softly. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead. The sheets have been pushed down to his thighs, his naked chest on display. Your eyes trail down his chest, breath hitching in your throat as you notice his boxer shorts pulled down to his thighs, fist around his leaking cock.

“M-Minnie…” You shakily whisper. Seungmin looks at you, a look of desperation evident on his face.

“Baby. You're awake.” He pants. “Did I wake you?” Even during his hour of need, he's still considerate of you.

“I– No.. nono! Minnie what are you–” You stammer. You can't tear your eyes away from his cock. He's rock hard, his tip red and seeping pre cum from his slit. His actions are desperate, hips bucking in his hand desperately.

“I'm sorry. I just woke up so horny. I couldn't–”

“Why didn't you wake me, Minnie?”

“You've been so tired lately.. You were sleeping soundly that I didn't want to wake you from your sleep.” A distinct pinch between his brows.

“How long?” You swallow. Waking up to your boyfriend jerking himself off isn't something you get to see everyday. It's natural for you to feel needy for him. Tingles of pleasure shoot down between your thighs, making you ache. 

“Half an hour…” A hint of annoyance laced in his words. He's struggling and you can tell by how desperate he sounds and looks.

“Do you need help?” 

“Yes.” 

“Tell me Minnie. What do you want?”

“Y-Your thighs…” He swallows, his outstretched neck making his adams apple visible. You watch it bob with his swallow, your cheeks flushing pink 

“My thighs?” 

“Yes. I want your thighs. Your soft, perfect thighs.”

“D-Do you like my thighs?” 

“I adore them. I love watching and feeling them shake when I hold onto them. When you wrap your legs around my head and buck your pussy against my face, I love it y/n. I love how soft they are, the perfect pillows to rest my head on.”

“M-Minnie!” You squeak. Seungmin turns on his side. He presses his chest flush against your back, his hard penis flush against your ass. He lightly trails his fingertips up your thighs, snaking his hand between your legs.

He gently pries open your legs, your foot planted on the mattress firmly, leg bent at the knees. His feather-like touch continues onto your inner thigh. You let out a small, meek squeak, soft tickles giving you goosebumps.

“I love marking your skin.” He purrs down your ear. ”Especially your inner thighs. No one can see but us and I like that. That sense of ownership and power.”  

“I didn't know that you love my thighs so much, minnie.” 

“Your thighs are a gateway to something much more tasteful. Something that I crave day in, day out.” You swallow feeling his fingertips lightly brush up and down your pussy through your cotton panties.

“This is what I love the most. Your cute, pretty pussy. How responsive it is to me, it's like it knows.” He presses his finger against your clit before stroking slow circles. You whimper softly, looking up at Seungmin.

He's hungry for you, it's evident in the way he looks at you.

“M-Minnie…” You softly moan. Your panties start to stick to your skin, pleasure slowly taking over your mind and body.

“You sound so beautiful for me.” He nudges your neck with his nose before softly kissing the skin. His hand slips under the waistband of your panties, fingertips coming back into contact with your swollen bud.

He strokes between your folds, humming in satisfaction when he feels your slick coating them nicely. He uses your slick as a form of lube to rub your clit. 

The added texture of your slick adds to the pleasure. Your hips buck, nerve endings feeling alive and on fire. Seungmin's body heat radiates onto you making you feel like you're suffocating and drowning.

“My pretty girl.” Seungmin purrs against your neck, pushing your panties down your legs. The cool air makes you shiver as it hits your sensitive pussy.

“M-Minnie… more, please.” You whisper.

“Soon baby, just, let me use your thighs first.” He gently pushes down your leg so it's on top of the other. He holds your waist gently, lining his cock between the two. He pushes his cock between your thighs, his grip on your waist tightening.

“Warm.” He shakily breathes out, pushing and pulling his hips back. His cock rubs between your thighs as well as briefly rubbing between your folds. Your slick transfers onto his length, making it easier for him to thrust.

“Shit, you're so soft.. so warm..” Seungmin peppers soft kisses along the back of your neck, his body shaking.

“M-Minnie, I–”

“So cute, so soft – fuck. I love you, y/n.” His hand travels up your night shirt to cup your breast. He massages it, occasionally playing with your nipple.

“I love you too, Minnie.” With each push, his cock nudges and rubs your clit adding to the pleasure. 

“This is what I needed – my god.. I feel so close already. I'm sorry, I don't think I'll be able to carry on much longer.”

“It's okay, Minnie. Let yourself go.” You purr.

“Just a bit longer. Want to feel your thighs some more. I love your body, y/n. I love your body so much.”

“Minnie, hush. There's nothing to love about it.” The pink tint on your cheeks slowly turns red.

“Are you kidding me? Your body is everything. It's spectacular, it's beautiful. Your body scars, curves, your texture makes you real and I fucking love it.”

“S-Shut up.” You blush, nuzzling into your pillow to hide your face. Seungmin laughs softly, his sharp canines sinking into the skin of your neck gently.

“Y/n..” You let out a muffled moan, Seungmin's cock twitching uncontrollably between your thighs. “I might..” 

You smirk, reaching down and rubbing his cockhead. He lets out a loud, throaty moan. He digs his fingers into your waist, teeth sinking deeper into your skin, threatening to pierce it.

“F-Fu– Don't stop, oh gosh.. please don't stop!” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, the burning knot in the pit of his stomach threatening to snap at any minute.

“Cum. Cum, I'm going to cum – fuck!” He bites onto your shoulder harshly, piercing the skin. His body jerks as cum shoots out onto the bed sheets and your thighs. You let out a soft whimper, feeling the warm body fluid trickle down your legs. 

Seungmin pants heavily, cock and muscles twitching and seizing with each release. He tenderly kisses your bite mark, apologizing sheepishly as his thrusts turn slow and languid, using your thighs to ride out his high.

“Sorry darling, I didn't me–” He's stopped dead in his tracks, breath hitching in his throat as his heart stops. You're looking at him with doe eyes, tears threatening to spill as a hazy look accompanied by a soft pink blush rests on your face.

“S-Seungmin.” You whimper desperately. “N-Need.. Need you. I need you so bad.”

Seungmin pushes his sweaty bangs away from his face before kneeling up and between your legs. He pushes the duvet away from you, allowing him to see you in all your glory. 

He licks his lips, eyes traveling down your hot body to your pussy. Slick coating your inner thighs, folds soaked and clit swollen. Your entrance is visibly clenching.

Seungmin glances at the clock. 3 am. The corner of his lips turn upwards into a smirk before diving between your legs.

“Happy Valentine's day to me.”

꒰ Jeongin ꒱

Jeongin really wanted ice cream. He's been craving and eating a lot of ice cream lately for some unknown reason, but it keeps him happy.

Sitting with a tub between his legs, idly bringing the spoon to his lips and licking the ice cream off the spoon as he watches his kdrama, you couldn't help but stare. It's late in the evening on valentine's day, the living area is still decorated with helium filled balloons, fake rose petals and confetti.

Cheesy valentine's cards resting on the coffee table, heart shaped box of chocolates, candles and roses to accommodate. You're both tired from the eventful day of shopping and spending money, so you both decided on having a quiet night in.

Jeongin is happily eating his strawberry flavored ice cream, occasionally laughing at his series as well as letting out the occasional sound of displeasure. You, however, struggled to maintain focus; it's hard when all you can see from the corner of your eye is Jeongin's tongue darting out and scooping up the ice cream from his spoon.

“If you keep staring at me, you're going to burn holes.” Jeongin teases. You quickly look away, blushing softly.

“Sorry.” You mumble, feeling embarrassed.

“Don't be. What are you staring at me so much anyways?”

“I wasn't!” You're quick to answer, Jeongin laughing softly. 

“Mhm. So you weren't just watching me eat ice cream? Didn't know you were so into mukbangs.”  

“I-I'm not!” You whine, feeling flustered. Jeongin raises his eyebrow.

“No?” You watch him scoop up more ice cream on his spoon and slowly licking it off. It had already started to melt so some of it dripped down his chin.

“Ops.” He says nonchalantly, scooping it up with his finger and licking it clean. You clench your jaw, shuffling in your seat. Your mind is racing with thoughts, making you feel unsettled and excited.

He places his ice cream down. “Should we try something? Something fun. Something I think you will love.”

A glimmer of mischief in his eyes. You cock your head to the side, nodding slowly. Whatever it is, you know it doesn't hold good intentions. He's a menace to your heart. You watch him walk to the freezer, grabbing the ice cube tray before walking back to you.

“Strip.”

“Innie..” You start off by saying. You stop yourself once you see him giving you that look. You whimper softly, stripping yourself off your clothing so you're just in your panties. Jeongin hums in satisfaction, popping out an ice cube and putting it in his mouth. He rolls it around his tongue, letting it melt slowly in his mouth.

He sits back down, pressing his lips against yours as soon as the ice has melted. You whimper, feeling his tongue instantly push past your lips. You shiver, the feeling of his ice cold tongue against your warm tongue making you shiver and feel things you haven't felt before.

Pleasure, need and desperate courses through your veins. You grip onto Jeongin for stability, feeling your head become hazy from the kiss. The lack of oxygen becomes apparent. You failed to notice Jeongin popping out another ice cube; it wasn't until you felt an ice cold feeling on your breasts did you pull away and squeal.

“C-Cold!” Jeongin simply hums. He trails the ice cube down the valley of your breasts and back up, sliding it around your nipple. You watch him, a trail of water being left behind from the ice cube melting too fast from the heat of your body. Water drips down the curve of your breast, falling onto your lap.

You shiver, nipples becoming perky in an instant. Jeongin licks his lips, enjoying the sight that rests upon his eyes. He continues the torture with the cube, letting it glide over and over your sensitive nipple.

Water droplets travel between your breast and stomach, dipping at your belly button before stopping just above the waistband of your panties. Whilst Jeongin uses the cube to tease your nipple, he dips his head low to capture the neglected one between his teeth.

He gently nibbles on it, tugging it gently before kitten licking it. He suckles on the bud, laying his tongue flat to lick long strips. You tangle your fingers in his hair, letting out soft moans in the form of his name. 

He gently grabs your thighs, pulling you down on the sofa so your back is against the arm rest. Your legs spread wide apart which allows Jeongin to see your growing wet patch in your cotton panties.

Keeping his eyes locked onto your, he presses his finger against the wet material which makes your hips buck.

“Warm and wet. Shall we change that?” He hums. He pulls down your panties, discarding them onto the floor. Grabbing a cube, he trails it across your lower stomach and pubic area. The ice cube melts instantly, water dripping down your folds.

“I-Innie….” You shakily moan out, feeling overwhelmed by the experience. With a new ice cube, he teasingly rubs it over your clit. You buck your hips, groaning softly as it instantly melts. The water trickles down your pussy mixing with your slick.

“I-I can't… Please Innie..” You whimper, eyes glossy. Your bottom lip is swollen and kiss bitten. Your body is shivering and hot. The stark contrast of hot and cold is a new feeling for you, especially in the context that it's being used in as of now.

“Please what?” He hums.

“Please stop teasing me.” You beg. He hums softly, thinking for a second and shrugging.

“Okay. I guess it is Valentine's Day so you do deserve some loving.” He buries himself between your legs but not before suckling on a few ice cubes.

Your eyes widen and hips instantly buck against his face. His cold tongue lays flat on your sensitive clit, short and fast licks sending shockwaves of pleasure up and down your spine.

Your toes curl against the material of the sofa, hands shakily reaching down to tangle in his hair. You moan his name like a mantra, his cold mouth working its magic on your pussy.

He licks at your entrance like a starved man, moaning at your taste and scent. He pushes you flush against his face, wanting to be buried in your cunt more. His eyes flicker up at you, smirking when he sees your fucked out face.

“I hope you're prepared for a long night, baby. We still have another tray full of ice cubes.”

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There's Such a Sad Love (Deep in Your Eyes) - Prologue

it's finally time, friends!! here is the first part to my ghost!eddie fic! I am planning on getting the first real chapter up tomorrow, and the rest as they are done! I'd like to have this done by halloween but we'll see if i continue to have the spoons for this story thanks for reading! 🙌🥰👻

pairing: steddie | rated: M | on AO3

CWs for this chapter include: mentions of suicide/ideations as part of chrissy's backstory, and depictions of violence but nothing graphic!

He’s spoken with her a lot since he died, the Moon.

She’s lovely, beautiful, bright, and loves her monsters (Eddie still doesn’t quite know what that means, are monsters real? …Well…he is a ghost now…).

She was the first one he cried to when he realized what had happened to him, why it did.

Chrissy was his better half, his soulmate, his sister, his best friend.

He’d found her afterwards, his first thought being how could he have not known? He could understand anyone else not knowing, not knowing her like he did, but even he didn’t know.

He’d found her letter just as her boyfriend found him.

Eddie replays his last few minutes on the mortal plane over and over again in his head in the years afterwards, starting with the front door to his trailer being blown open in the wake of Jason Carver’s entrance…

“Carver! Jason, I–I’m so sorry…”

“What’d you do to her, freak?”

“What? Nothing! I’d never—I just found her letter—”

He can remember that he was hit in that moment, struck across the face lightning fast, but he can no longer remember the pain.

Probably a good thing too, for what was to come. 

“Oh yeah, sure, like anyone’s going to believe that.”

Another hit.

Another.

Another.

Over and over again until eventually, Eddie’s memory goes sideways; his sight is blurry, but clear enough to tell he was now on the floor.

He’s faced towards Jason’s legs, watches as they shuffle and bend to pick up something.

Wait, Eddie was holding something earlier wasn’t he? Something important?

His vision starts fading out, still watching as Jason’s legs back away from him, then turn sharply to run out the open door.

Tired, Eddie succumbs to the darkness; his last thought being that Wayne was going to be the one to find them both.

“A tale as old as time, I suppose.” he had told the moon one night of the thousands he must’ve been through at this point, “Blame the Freak, right?”

Her words of love and encouragement normally helped soothe his soul, but there were some nights where he just couldn’t let the injustice go, it wasn’t fucking fair!

In the end, Jason got second degree murder. Eddie got a plain wooden box.

His uncle was left alone and heartbroken.

Jason only served a fraction of the time he was supposed to.

Eddie never graduated high school, never got out of this shitty town, never got the chance to make something of himself.

He had never fallen in love.

Now, he was stuck in limbo. Stuck haunting the empty trailer (he doesn’t blame Wayne for leaving), then the empty plot where it’d had once been, and now he’s the new Forest Hills Estate’s resident poltergeist.

Admittedly, kinda metal. When he was alive, he might’ve thought it’d be badass to one of the tortured souls he used to enjoy reading about.

Now it’s just torturous. 

It’s been 38 years of hell.

Three of people breaking in and stealing mementos of the trailer ‘that poor girl’ died in.

They didn’t even say her name.

Ten of watching his home crumble around him before eventually getting torn down on purpose, to try and rid Hawkins of ‘that boy what did her in’.

They don’t dare say his name.

15 of watching the whole trailer park fall to disrepair; everyone else leaves, saying they hear sobs carried on the wind at night.

In 2001, the land the Forest Hills trailer park was on is sold off and construction starts.

Eddie laughs with the Moon when he sees walls start to go up around him, a moment of sardonic reprieve.

“Is the town’s memory that short? Don’t they know this is where it all happened?” he asks her, but she was just glad he’d have a roof over his head again.

Joke’s on him, though, it wasn’t the town that built there, it was some private company that didn’t know the history. The town knew. They remembered. And no one bought the place (even with as large and lovely as the home was).

In the 23 years it was left standing empty, he’d had loads of fun messing with the teens who’d come around every fall. Daring each other to just go up to the door, to ring the bell, even to just step up the first step. 

Sometimes they managed to get in, and those were the best times, especially on Halloween.

Eddie found himself corporeal every October 31st. Some years he’d just answer the door nonchalantly when someone knocked, knowing full well his bruised and bloody appearance really added to the effect.

Some years they’d come the day before, and those were the best. He wasn’t fully “a person” again yet, just a solid black shadow. 

His power grows in the months leading up to the 31st, and he uses the extra juice to scream and wail, to throw shit around…it adds to the story a bit, though he’s realized in the last few years that the kids who come around looking for thrills don’t even know what he and Chrissy went through.

The first time he’d heard that, he’d nearly thrown a couple kids out a second story window in his rage.

Finally, one day in late winter while wandering the grounds, testing the limits of his haunting range as if they’d suddenly expanded out any farther overnight, he sees the bright red SOLD sign at the end of the driveway.

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[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 08 - Loups]

• Loups (French, wolves)

Warnings: i'm kicking my feet at the beginning, it's so cute!, we love a found family that communicates, werewolves!, they are so cool, Yoongi being so fucking hot whilst working, i fucking need him, OC gets lost at the end lmao lil idiot

Wordcount: 12.3k

a/n: this is one of my fave chapters. i fucking love the werewolves & their backstory

Someone opens the blinds. You grumble quietly, burying your face in the pillow to shield you from the light.

“Five more minutes”, Taehyung mumbles into your hair, tugging you closer.

“You already slept long enough, wake up you two”, Yoongi says.

“Why?” you whine.

“Tae has stuff to do today”, he says.

“It can wait”, Taehyung mumbles.

“No, it can’t. We have a busy schedule.”

Taehyung lifts his head from your hair, sending Yoongi a sleepy yet annoyed look.

“Why are you stressing us on this beautiful day?”

“We have a tight schedule”, Yoongi says nonchalantly, “come down in five and put on some clothes”, he says and with that, leaves your room.

Taehyung groans, dropping back on the sheets. Like this, he isn’t spooning you anymore. He runs his fingers through his hair, staring at the paintings of shadow and light the sun casts on the ceiling.

You roll to your side, placing your hand on his tummy.

“I’m so upset”, you mumble, “I wanted this to last eternally.”

Taehyung caresses your hand.

“Me too, my darling”, he says, rolling his head to the side. He studies your features and smiles, running the back of his hand over your cheek, “you are beautiful.”

“I look sleepy.”

“It doesn’t matter. You are so beautiful”, he says, tracing your lips, “you are the living proof that what Fringella said was a lie.”

You fluster, reaching out to nudge his tummy.

“Sweet talker”, you mumble.

Taehyung smiles cutely and props himself up on his elbows, leaning down to peck your cheek.

“I’m going to use the powder room to freshen up. Pick out some clothes if you want to”, he tells you and rolls out of bed.

You stay in bed in the time it takes him to freshen up. You change between being awake and slumbering peacefully, enjoying the tranquillity of the morning to its fullest. Last night was amazing. Taehyung was so wonderful and he treated you with such tenderness. You really missed this side of him.

“You still haven’t gotten ready?”

You lift your head. Taehyung is in form fitted pants and a flowy blouse.

“The bed’s so cozy, don’t blame me”, you murmur, dropping back into the pillow.

Taehyung closes the distance between you and him. He takes your hands and pins them above your head, using the leverage he has on you to lean down and steal a kiss from you. It robs you of air and sanity. He tastes like minty toothpaste and your sweet downfall.

He breaks away, looking at you with half-lidded eyes.

“Thank you for last night”, he whispers and slips from your hold to leave the room in a confident strut.

“Damn”, you get out, touching your own chest right where your heart is beating like crazy. You won’t recover from this very soon. This just messed with your head.

The vampires gathered in the kitchen when you finally find the strength to come downstairs. They were talking before, but shift their gazes to you.

“Good morning”, you greet them.

“Good morning, ___”, Jungkook greets you with a sweet smile.

Hoseok runs his eyes up and down your bared legs then the slightly sheer top you chose to wrap yourself in. He looks away.

“Good morning”, he greets you, “you look well-rested.”

“If you’re going to make a dirty remark, I’m drop kicking you”, you warn.

Hoseok laughs, lifting his hands in defence.

“You insinuated it, not I”, he says, giving you a wink.

You roll your eyes and shift your gaze to Yoongi. He joined your side, currently leaning in to kiss your cheek.

“Tea and croissant?” he asks.

“You don’t have to make food for me.”

“Okay. Tea and croissant”, he says, making you smile fondly.

“Fine, tea and croissant. Thank you, my prince”, you give in.

While Yoongi is busy preparing your breakfast, you join the others by the table. The seat next to Taehyung is still empty and so you take it, pulling one leg on the chair to get more comfortable. There is a big map sprawled on the table.

“Are we marking out where to go next?” you ask, studying the map. There are red crosses all over the map and judging by the opened marker by Yoongi’s seat, he placed them on the paper.

“We are marking where Namjoon’s followers were sighted according to Fredrick”, Jungkook explains.

“Those are a lot of marks.”

“Yeah, there are lot of his followers here in Paris.”

“I didn’t expect this.”

“I told you Paris is a rancid city”, Yoongi says, carrying your breakfast to the table. He sets it down in front of you and you thank him, “I fucking hate coming here. Paris is full of fucked up perverts. It’s always been like that and will always stay this way.”

“I can’t understand why that is. I imagine with the wolves so strongly represented here, vampires would avoid the city”, Taehyung says.

“Honestly, I think they get off on the fighting.”

“Yes, definitely.”

“I don’t understand what you are talking about”, you confess.

Yoongi and Taehyung shift their gazes to you. They look grim, as if the situation was terrible to think about.

“Two hundred years ago, the city looked different”, Yoongi begins, “wolves disappeared only to show up again a few days later, maimed and drained of all blood. Vampires disappeared never to be seen again, because some revenge driven wolves hunted them down and killed them. Humans got caught in the crossfire and the witches tried to keep the peace as best as possible.”

“It was terrible. You really didn’t want to bear witness to those times”, Taehyung says.

“It got better with time, but the wolves are rooted deeply with the Parisian culture. They built this city and while the vampires say otherwise, it’s true.”

“That’s so cool, wow”, you say, “do humans know of the supernatural?”

“No. They don’t know that one group wants to kill them while the other fights to keep them safe. It’s best that they don’t know. It makes sleeping easier.”

“Woah damn, that comes as a surprise, I really thought that with how historical this city is for you guys, the humans would know.”

“There was a time where they did, but the knowledge faded more and more into fables over the centuries”, Taehyung explains.

“Mhm, it makes sense. I guess it was a little easier to believe in the supernatural back in the day”, you say.

Yoongi chuckles and looks back into the map. He points at a cross in one of the northern neighbourhoods.

“I will meet up with an important Alpha there”, he says.

“Alpha? Like in your pretend-fraternity?”

“No. A leader of a wolf pack.”

“I see. That makes more sense. Sorry, that was a stupid question.”

“Don’t apologise, my princess”, Yoongi assures you with a warm smile. One which makes your heart flutter. You lower your eyes to the map shyly, taking a sip of the delicious tea he prepared.

“And I will go there and see if I can gather some intel on Oz’ blood clubs”, Taehyung explains.

“Who is Oz?” you ask.

“One of Namjoon’s closest contacts. I interacted with him a few times and hated every second of it. You don’t want to meet him. He gets off on taking out eyes and fucking the socket.”

“What the fuck is wrong with Namjoon and his people, like genuinely?” you gasp and shudder in disgust, “this is fucking disgust. Who in their right mind would even think of something like that?”

“Trust me, he is very far from being right in the head.”

“Yeah clearly.”

“He runs the underground blood clubs in Paris and if we can figure out just where exactly they are, we could eliminate the greatest thread on the Parisians.”

“Yeah and hit Namjoon right where it hurts”, Yoongi says, lowering his eyes darkly, “he’s so fucking proud of his little business. I’ve been dreaming of the day where I finally eradicate this stupid network. I’ve never been that close to achieving it.”

“Yeah especially with the stone the witches gave me”, Hoseok says.

Your eyes shift to the small inconspicuous looking stone next to Yoongi’s palm. So that explains why this is on the table. You were wondering what it meant.

“A stone?” you ask.

“It’s a present from a witch coven a little outside of Paris”, Hoseok says, “I met with them this morning and tried to convince them to fight with us, but sadly, I wasn’t able to. They are too scared to die”, Hoseok says.

“Really? That’s a pity.”

“Yeah”, Yoongi agrees, “but it’s probably best they stayed away. Namjoon’s creations are unpredictable. I want to avoid people dying for this course as much as possible.”

“I agree with you”, Taehyung say and the rest of you nod your heads as well.

“And what does this stone mean?��

“I got this from the witches”, Hoseok says.

“But it’s just a stone.”

“It’s not just a stone. They said that it can be used in some sort of device? I don’t really know.”

You lift the stone into the light and inspect it with one eyes closed. You twist and turn it a few times.

“A device? It looks so normal to me.”

“It’s not. Please give it to me, it’s really rare”, Yoongi says and opens his palm for you to place the stone into.

“Oh shoot, of course. Here.”

“Thanks, princess”, he says and lets it slip into the pocket of his flannel afterwards, “if we get the rest of the ingredients, we can create a powerful weapon. Not even Namjoon will be immune to its effects.”

“Will it be deadly to him?”

“No, but paralyzing.”

“Woah I didn’t know that. That’s powerful stuff then”, Hoseok gasps, “and here I was thinking that they were messing with me.”

“No, they weren’t. Tell them thanks.”

“I will right away”, Hoseok says and pulls out his phone to type a cutely written message to the witches. He furrows his brows, “mhm”, he lets out.

“What’s wrong?”

“Seokjin just told me to call him. Give me a minute, I’ll be right back”, he says and gets up to leave the room.

You watch him until he disappears, exchanging a look.

“Do you guys think that he is okay?” you ask.

“I really hope so”, Jungkook says nervously.

“I am sure that he is”, Taehyung says.

“Mhm, let’s hope for the best and focus on the mission ahead”, Yoongi says to which the rest of you agree.

“Your plans sound awesome. I would love to see Namjoon’s stupid face once he realises what you did with the blood clubs.”

“You will. Once I catch him, you will.”

You study the map.

“And what can the rest of us do in the meantime?”

“I’ll go with Taehyung”, Jungkook says, “it’s too dangerous to go alone.”

“That sounds like a plan. What can I do?”

Yoongi scoffs, making you look at him in question. He looks amused, but in an almost mocking way.

“What?” you ask.

“You’re staying here. I don’t know why you’re even asking. It’s way too dangerous for you.”

You pout, “rude.”

“Hey”, he softens his voice, “I’m sorry, but you know that we can’t take you. You could get hurt.”

“Yeah I know”, you say, giving up with a defeated sigh, “oh, what I wouldn’t give to also be cool and strong like you guys.”

“You’re even cooler than us”, Jungkook says.

“You think so?”

He nods his head vigorously, “of course I do. You’re making sure the apartment stays safe. That’s the coolest job”, he says and grins cutely.

You snort, “thanks, I love your optimism.”

The guys leave to get ready once you finished breakfast while you stayed back to wash the dishes. You are really sad that you have to stay back. You really wanted to meet wolves. You obviously understood why you couldn’t go with Taehyung and Jungkook, but didn’t understand why you couldn’t at least come with Yoongi. He must have his reasons for it however. He wouldn’t leave you back if he didn’t have to.

You startle when two strong arms snake around your body. You tense up and let out a little squeak. 

“It’s me”, Yoongi assures you.

“Boongie”, you relax instantly, falling against his chest, “you startled me.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “at least that didn’t change.”

“You’re a meanie”, you murmur and run your hands up and down his lower arms until you land at his hands. You trace his wrist bones, resting your head against his shoulder. You sneak a glance at him as best as possible.

“I missed you”, you confess.

“You missed me?”

“Mhm, you were gone for so long.”

He snorts, “I was upstairs for twenty minutes.”

“Yeah, that’s too long.”

Yoongi stubs you with his nose and pecks your cheek.

“You’re so dramatic”, he whispers, kissing your neck gently, “go back to cleaning, I’m right here.”

“Don’t wanna”, you say, turning in his hold. You hook your arms behind his head, playing with his hair, “wanna look at you.”

Yoongi chuckles, kissing the shell of your ear. His voice tickles you nicely as he speaks in a soft whisper.

“I’m not going anywhere. Once I’m back, you can look at me all night, princess.”

“You promise?”

“Mhm, promise”, he purrs, “except for when I make your eyes roll back just for me.”

“Oh my god”, you gasp, pushing at his chest harshly, “what’s wrong with you? Don’t say that so casually!”

Yoongi smirks lazily and shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t know what you’re on about”, he says nonchalantly, stepping back to prepare himself a glass of water.

“So mean”, you murmur, feeling hot all over. You turn back to the stove and scrub it with a slight pout on your lips.

Yoongi stays with you, drinking the water as he watches you work.

“What will you do today?” he asks you.

“Be bored as fuck? Can’t I come with you? Please?”

“I don’t know if this is a good idea. I’d feel a lot better if I knew you were safe here.”

“But what if I stay with you and really, really listen to what you say?”

Yoongi purses his lips as he thinks. He doesn’t give you an answer, as before he can, Taehyung and Jungkook join you. They both wear sturdy clothes.

Taehyung hurries to you and sweeps you off your feet just so he can twirl you. You squeak and giggle, holding onto his shoulders.

“Look at you”, he beams up at you, “I missed you violently upstairs.”

“You did?” you giggle.

“I did. Every second without you felt like hell.”

You fluster immensely, feeling your cheeks heat up. You giggle, lowering your head shyly.

Taehyung sets you down and cups your cheeks to tilt your head up.

“Please allow this starved man one kiss.”

“You’re such a sweet talker, Tae”, you mumble, closing your eyes in anticipation of what was to come.

Taehyung kisses you deeply. So deeply in fact that your knees buckle a little and Yoongi pulls a grimace of distaste.

“Can you guys not do that here?”

Taehyung breaks the kiss with a loud “mwuah”, sending Yoongi a playful grin.

“Are you telling me that I should deny myself of this earthly blessing?”

Yoongi lifts a finger in warning.

“Please don’t pull me into this, wannabe Shakespeare.”

Taehyung laughs and you snicker.

“You are hilarious, hyung”, he says and takes a step back.

“Come here”, Yoongi tells Jungkook and Jungkook follows.

Yoongi grips Jungkook by the back of his head, running his eyes over his body carefully.

“Did you put on the thick jacket, kiddo?” he asks.

Jungkook nods his head, “yes, hyung. And the stab proof vest so stakes can’t pierce me.”

“That’s good”, Yoongi says and ruffles Jungkook’s hair, “that’s good, kiddo.”

Jungkook smiles fondly, “thank you, hyung”, he says.

Hoseok enters the room. All eyes are on him instantly. He looks upset.

“And?” Jungkook stresses, shimmying from side to side nervously.

Hoseok shrugs his shoulders, “he wants me to pick him up at the train station”

“Already?” you gasp, “but it’s barely been three days.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“And? What did he say? Did he find Emma? Are they together again? What happened?”

“I don’t know. He didn’t say, but he didn’t sound happy”, Hoseok says and touches the side of his neck, “I don’t think that they’re a thing again.”

“Noo, this can’t be happening”, Jungkook says and tears up slightly, “please not Jinnie hyung.”

“No Seokjin, no”, you sag your shoulders sadly, “this is the worst day ever. I’m so sad for him. What the hell?”

“Yeah, right? I was so excited for him, but I guess it’s been too long since they saw each other. I bet they were way too different or maybe he didn’t even find her.”

“This sucks, what the hell. I’m so sad right now.”

“Me too”, Hoseok says and then looks at Yoongi, “I hope you don’t mind that I won’t come with you. I wanna be there for Jinnie when he comes back.”

“Go to him. He needs you more than I do.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Be there for our friend. He needs support”, Yoongi says.

“Thanks. I’ll try to be his best support ever”, Hoseok says and tries to diffuse the situation by cracking a stupid joke, “number one supporter Jung Hoseok”, he says and tries to laugh.

You all chuckle even if it felt a little forced.

“So what are we gonna do now?” Hoseok asks, “I’m going to the train station, but what are you gonna do?”

“I’ll come with you for now, I can meet up with the wolves later.”

“I’ll come with you too”, you say, ���I want to be there for Jin when he comes back. Please Yoongi?”

“Of course, you don’t have to ask.”

“Can I come with you too?” Jungkook asks, looking at Taehyung, “I know I’m basically putting all the danger on your shoulders, but this is really important to me.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, my angel”, Taehyung assures him, “hyung, may I borrow some of your Paris students for today? I can’t change the meet up time as my source is only free today.”

“Of course. Take as many as you need, Tae”, Yoongi assures him.

“Thank you.”

“I’ll get dressed right away”, you say and leave the room.

You meet Yoongi, Jungkook and Hoseok by the door. Yoongi is in the middle of putting on a beanie on Jungkook’s head, murmuring about him needing to stay warm while Jungkook looks at him with sparkly eyes.

“Where’s Tae?”  you ask them.

“He already left. He told us to tell you that he loves you and he hopes that you have a lovely day”, Hoseok explains.

“No, I wanted to give him a kiss before he leaves, but thank you Hobi.”

“Of course”, Hoseok says and grins cutely.

Yoongi steps closer to you then and wraps a scarf around you.

“You should stay warm, princess”, he says.

“You’re so cute”, you say, feeling your heart flutter.

Yoongi finishes with a quiet hum and a nod of his head, stepping back after caressing your cheek with his hand. He is truly the most precious person.

You leave the house together.

“Do you guys wanna get some coffee for our journey?” Hoseok offers.

Yoongi looks at you, “what do you say, princess? Do you want some tea?”

You nod your head.

“Funky. Let’s go together then.”

“Yeah okay”, you say and let Hoseok guide you down the stairs by your elbow.

“We should put some caffeine into our system”, he says, holding Jungkook’s hand by his other side, “should we stop for croissants? I bet they’re really yummy in Paris.”

You shake your head, “I already ate, I’m really good, unless you want to go.”

“I do. Your breakfast looked so good, now I’m craving croissants too.”

“Then we can go, of course.”

Yoongi joins your side, “why didn’t you guys wait for me?” he asks.

“Oh? Sorry hyung, we thought that you were already following us.”

“I was locking the place”, with a little twirl he walks in front of you, having his back turned to the road ahead, “Hoseok’s right. We should get food and drinks. They’re on me. What do you guys want?” he says, touching both your and Jungkook’s upper arm.

“I don’t know yet”, you both say.

“Hoba, what do you want?” Yoongi asks.

“Croissants. ___’s breakfast looked delicious.”

“Good. Croissants it is. Kookie, do you want to look up a good place for it?”

“Yes, I could do that”, Jungkook says, pulling out his phone. He starts typing with a concentrated pout as looses himself in his task of finding the best place close by.

Yoongi changes spots, returning to your side.

“Can I hold your hand?” he asks.

You intertwine your fingers instantly, thumb caressing his skin softly. He swings your arms back and forth, nudging you with his shoulder gently. You look at him and the little grin he sends you. You can’t help but smile. He is so cute.

Now victorious in his task of making you smile, Yoongi walks easier, holding your hand while Jungkook keeps reporting about the different croissant places. There is one just down the block which sells crispy croissants but which is way too expensive. Then another two metro stops north which is cheaper but which doesn’t have the best reviews. And another which sounded nice at first until Jungkook said that the owner had the reputation of being a rude Parisian. You decide on taking the metro a few stops closer to the train station and then visiting a café which was on the way. Jungkook says that the reviews were all good and the prices even better.

You board the train and walk to an empty seat. The others let you sit while they position themselves in front of you. Yoongi claims the spot right in front of you, reaching up to twist one of the handles to hold on. Not that something like a moving train can affect vampires, so you realise as both Jungkook and Hoseok stand perfectly still when the train starts moving rather sudden, while the humans around them sway and stumble in search for balance. Yoongi only sways because a random passenger accidentally stumbled back and pushed their backbag into him.

They apologise by sending Yoongi a judgmental look over their shoulder. Yoongi sends it right back, then turns to look at you. Your eyes are fixated outside, but lock with Yoongi in the reflection of the window. He gives you a little grin, one that only really lifts the corners of his lips. You turn your head, now actually looking at him. Yoongi switches his gaze to you as well, smile growing when you slip your hand between his legs just so you can hold onto his thigh as the train makes you sway. You rest your head against his thigh, turning it to leave one little kiss on him and then it is already back to resting against him. Yoongi places his hand on the top of your head, caressing you with his thumb as gently as possible. 

You leave the metro station after five stops. A slight wind picked up. The café is just down the street according to the map on Jungkook’s phone screen.

“Do you guys already know what you’ll be getting?” Hoseok says.

“Of course I do. I checked the menu online and they have five different types of croissants. I want to get the walnut cinnamon one and the regular one”, Jungkook says.

“Ooh JK, you did your research like always”, Hoseok coos, patting his upper back.

“Yeah”, Jungkook says shyly.

“That’s our Kookie. You can trust that he’ll do the best job”, Yoongi says, making Jungkook smile bashfully. 

Yoongi holds the door open for the rest of you. A stranger slips inside as well, thanking Yoongi with a dismissive nod of his head. He hurries straight to the counter, cutting you in line.

“Rude”, Hoseok murmurs, sticking his tongue out at him when he isn’t looking.

“They’re all entitled cunts here”, Yoongi murmurs.

“Yeah? Have you been to Paris before?”

“Mhm. Too many times. I always hated it.”

“It’s because he only spent his time in hotel rooms”, you say, sending him a teasing look.

Yoongi scoffs, “you don’t know that.”

“You said so yourself.”

Yoongi studies your face. He smiles softly and gives you a gentle nudge.

“Just order your food, princess”, he says fondly, “it’s your turn.”

You go for one regular and one with extra butter. While Hoseok takes one with chocolate and a big cup off iced coffee. Yoongi orders coffee as well while you order a hot chocolate. Jungkook doesn’t order a drink, but will regret it later and buy a can of coke from a street vending machine.

You don’t stay at the café. Instead you wander to the metro station slowly. Yoongi is holding your hand and carries the regular croissant in his jacket pocket so once you finished the butter one, you can finish this one too. He keeps it in a paper bag. You really like the croissant. Jungkook and Hoseok like it too and Yoongi says that the coffee is a little too sweet but that the milk saves it. He already finished the coffee once you board the train again and you are on your second croissant, chewing on it happily.

This time around, there are four spots empty. You all sit down. The train starts a few moments later.

“And this one will take us straight to the train station, right?” Hoseok asks.

“Yes, according to the plan it will”, Jungkook says, looking it up on his phone.

“You have net down here?” you ask, checking your phone, “how? My phone says only emergency calls are allowed.”

“I took a screenshot of the plan. I’m a genius like that.”

“Our Jungkookie like always”, Hoseok coos, placing his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder. He relaxes with a sigh, stretching out his legs.

You wiggle your hand between Yoongi’s arm and his body, intertwining your fingers with him seconds later. He sneaks a glance at you.

“I like holding your hand”, you say, painting fondness on his face.

“Me too”, Yoongi murmurs then sneaks a shy glance at Hoseok and Jungkook. 

They seem more interested in what is happening outside than you holding hands. 

“Are you guys going somewhere after we meet Jin? Are you still meeting with the Alpha?” Hoseok asks, finally changing his gaze to you and Yoongi. He sees your locked hands but doesn’t say anything. Why should he? You two were dating and that means mandatory hand holding whilst sitting . He is a little surprised however at Yoongi’s willingness to be publicly affectionate. Now bear in mind, Hoseok always knew that the Creator had a hidden soft side. After all, he knows you and he knows that you wouldn’t fall so goddamn deep for someone who wasn’t gentle or soft. So Hoseok always knew that Yoongi was a secret softie, but seeing him so openly affectionate with you still feels peculiar to him. Peculiar but also really nice. You and Yoongi seem so happy with each other. Hoseok likes that.

“Yes. Maël from the wolf tribes”, Yoongi says.

“Oh. Oh. Oh?”

“What?”

“The Alpha you’re meeting is Maël? The Maël?”

“Yeah…why?” Yoongi cocks up his right brow.

“Because he is a legend. Hello?”

“He is a legend? Why is he a legend?” Jungkook asks what you were wondering as well.

“He is the biggest deal as far as underground raves are concerned. I heard that the wolves of this city run the best raves ever. I never got into one because they’re so exclusive”, Hoseok explains, “did you hear that too, hyung?”

Yoongi nods his head, “Maël’s a little too old for that these days. It’s mostly his grandson who’s passionate for that type of crap.”

“It’s not crap. Have you ever been on one of the wolves’ raves?”

“Yeah”, Yoongi pulls a grimace of distaste.

“You were?” Hoseok gasps.

“Yes. It sucked.”

“Why? It’s the wolves’ rave”, Hoseok widens his eyes.

“So? It was loud and they started wrestling one hour in. Have you ever been in the middle of wolves wrestling it out?”

“I can’t say that I have.”

“It’s not fun. I got bitten twice. It took me three days to heal from that shit.”

“Woah okay that’s so cool. You can actually heal from their bite?” Hoseok asks.

“Yes, sadly.”

“Hey”, you nudge his thigh harshly, “don’t say that.”

“Sorry”, he mumbles guiltily.

“No, but you don’t get how cool that is, ___”, Hoseok says, “I knew a vampire, who knew a vampire whose cousin, who was also a vampire, died after a werewolf bit him. Did you guys know that our magic does not go well with their magic? His whole body turned into one giant blister before he literally exploded. This is so nasty. Imagine that happening to you.”

You pull a grimace of disgust, “that does sound awful.”

“It was awful. Thankfully I didn’t have to see it”, Hoseok says and laughs, “and you healed from it, hyung?”

“Yes.”

“Fascinating. Did you also turn into a giant blister?”

“No, but my arm was twice its size and hurt like hell.”

“Amazing”, Hoseok whispers, “you can seriously heal from everything, can’t you?”

Yoongi nods his head.

“Is there anything that can actually kill you?”

“Why would I tell you that in public where everyone can hear us?”

“You’ve got a point”, Hoseok says, looking around with squinted eyes, “there could be spies everywhere.” Hoseok settles back in his seat, “I still can’t believe that you called their rave crap.”

“It was crap.”

“You have no taste in great parties. Tzt, I’m so jealous I want to go to one too.”

“Come with us and I’ll ask Maël to let us in. I’m not saving your ass when you get bit though.”

Hoseok chuckles, “no, I’m alright. I don’t want to mess with wolves.”

“Yeah, it’s probably safer for you to stay away from them. I don’t want you to get bit”, Yoongi says, turning his head to look outside. Not that there is lots to see outside. Just darkness and the occasional flash of an emergency light when the train passes by one.

The drive to the train station takes around twenty minutes and by the time the metro rolls into its stop, the cabin is stuffed with people. Most of them are accompanied by their suitcases or travel bags while some seemed to be squished between them with their work attire on. Yoongi leads the way, fighting his way through the crowd whilst holding your hand tightly. Hoseok holds your other hand in order not to get lost and Jungkook is left with apologising duty to the poor people Yoongi pushes out of the way.

You gather in a little circle once you found a calmer spot on the metro platform.

“So what now?” Yoongi asks, looking at Hoseok.

“His train should be on platform four. He said that it’ll be here by two”, Hoseok says, checking the huge clock on the station wall, “that’s in five minutes. We gotta hurry.”

“I saw the sign for platform four back there”, you say, pointing over Jungkook’s head.

They look at where you are pointing.

“Awesome perception, ___. Let’s go”, Hoseok says, stomping off with confidence.

You follow him, matching his tempo as best as possible.

Jungkook walks between you and Hoseok.

“Do you guys think that he will be alright?” he asks.

“I can’t say”, you say, “did he say if he found Emma?”

“No, he just said that he’ll come to Paris today”, Hoseok says.

“We just have to wait with lots of hugs”, Jungkook says, nodding his head, “we have to be there for him, you guys.”

“Of course, I’m so ready to snuggle him”, you say.

“Totally, my arms are ready to engulf him”, Hoseok says, giving his own chest a little tap.

“Maybe he found her”, Yoongi says, “you never know.”

“Totally, let’s hope for the best”, you agree to which Jungkook and Hoseok nod their heads.

You reach the platform by walking up two flights of stairs and a long tunnel where advertisements greet you in flashing lights and colourful posters. Although there is more space, the crowds don’t become any less dense. Chatter in different languages surrounds you, barely audible announcements cut through it every now and then and sometimes the ringing of a bell whenever a train leaves its platform can be heard.

You pass by a donut booth, eyeing the sweet treats. Yoongi offers to buy you one if you want to, to which you deny him with a fond smile. He then proceeds to blush and squeeze your hand gently.

Platform four is surprisingly less busy than you imagined it to be. There were still many people waiting for the train, but the almost suffocating busyness of the rest of the station ceased to exist.

You arrive just in time for the bell to ring and for the announcer to welcome the train.

“He’s here”, Jungkook gasps, bouncing on the spot, “guys, I’m so nervous.”

“Same”, Hoseok says, intertwining his fingers with Jungkook. The latter gives him a soft squeeze and then continues rocking back and forth on his heels and toes.

The train stops with a loud squeak. The door opens just moments later. Crowds and crowds of people leave it, all seeming so busy with their lives.

“Can you guys see him?” you asks, getting on your tiptoes just to see better.

“Not yet”, Jungkook says with squinted eyes.

“Should we get closer?” Hoseok suggests.

“Maybe.”

“I see him”, Yoongi says, lifting his arm to point down at the platform.

“Where?”

“There.”

“I see him too”, Jungkook says and then gasps, “oh my god there is a woman next to him!”

She is smiling while he is talking. Her steps are filled with a happy skip, making her yellow dress dance. The colour suits the dark colour of her afro so very well, practically making her glow in the sunlight. They are holding hands.

“Is that Emma?” you gasp.

“I guess. Holy shit, that’s so fucking awesome”, Hoseok says and lifts his arm to wave, “Seokjin! Emma!” he calls out loudly.

Seokjin and Emma turn upon hearing his call. Their eyes light up.

Seokjin lifts his arm and waves back. Emma does the same seconds later, showing off her teeth in a bright smile.

You begin to run, Seokjin and Emma begin to run. You all meet in the middle. Hoseok and Jungkook fall around Seokjin’s neck instantly, hugging their friend as if they haven’t seen him in hundreds of years.

“You found her, hyung!” Jungkook squeals, crying the happiest tears.

“I can’t believe you actually did it”, Hoseok laughs.

Seokjin smiles, hugging them tightly, “I did. I missed you guys.”

“We missed you too, hyungie”, the two vampires say in unison and seconds later the three begin jumping in a circle whilst singing a nonsense song about being reunited again. It is beyond adorable to watch.

You and Yoongi welcome Emma.

“You must be Emma. Hello”, you say, offering her your hand to shake.

“And you must be ___, hello”, she says in a sweet voice, shaking your hand, “Seokjin told me all about you guys”, she says and looks at Yoongi, “we know each other already. Do you remember me?”

“Yes, I do”, Yoongi shakes her hand, “it’s good to see that you are doing well.”

“I am. Now even better”, she says, turning to Seokjin who just this moment leaves the group hug. He looks at you and Yoongi and smiles. Yoongi retorts it with a nod of his head.

“I’m so happy for you, Jinnie”, you say, opening your arms for a hug.

One that Seokjin retorts happily, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

“I’m so happy too”, he says, “how are you doing?”

“I’m good. Now even better”, you break away so you can smile at him, “I bet you guys are so happy to be reunited again.”

“We are”, Seokjin intertwines his fingers with Emma, “please look at her. She is the most beautiful woman on earth”, he says and laughs squeakily, wiggling on the spot.

“You’re flustering me”, Emma says, lowering her gaze shyly.

“Waah you two are so cute”, Hoseok coos and nudges Seokjin’s side, “you have to tell us everything. Was it difficult to find each other? Did you know who you were instantly?” he asks as your reunited group begins strutting down the platform to the exit.

“Of course we did. I saw him and knew exactly who he was”, Emma says. 

“Yes? God, that sounds so romantic. Did you guys talk a lot?” Jungkook asks.

“We did more crying than talking didn’t we?” Emma asks in a sweet giggle.

Seokjin chuckles, nodding his head. 

“I was such a mess, you guys. I saw her through her shop window and instantly bawled my eyes out. She had to be the one to discover me and come outside to get me. It was so embarrassing.”

“No, don’t say that my tulip”, Emma says, nudging his arm gently, “I was as much of a mess as he was. I thought that I would never see him again and then there he was right in front of my shop. I couldn’t believe my luck.”

“This sounds so romantic, all of it”, Jungkook gushes, “like a real life fairytale.”

Emma and Seokjin exchange a loving gaze. They both look whipped for each other. 

“But I gotta scold you for a moment, hyung”, Hoseok says. 

“Why?” Seokjin asks.

“Why did you make it sound as if you were unsuccessful? Seriously, we were already imagining the worst things.”

“It was Emma’s idea”, Seokjin confesses and the two lovebirds snicker mischievously, “we wanted to mess with you guys.”

“What?” Hoseok gasps dramatically, “you big meanies! We were so worried for you”, he whines loudly.

Emma and Seokjin laugh.

“I’m sorry, bro”, Seokjin nudges Hoseok’s arm, “the opportunity was too big not to grasp it.”

“I hope you aren’t upset”, Emma says.

“I guess I’m not, wah so mean”, Hoseok pouts, “well, I’m happy that you guys both arrived safely. You have to tell us everything. And I mean everything.”

And so Seokjin and Emma give you every little detail. Emma tells you about Seokjin bringing tulips and Seokjin confesses that he almost passed out in nervousness when handling them to her. They snicker when they tell you that they both cried miserably whilst making dinner later that night because we they were so happy to be reunited again. They hold each other closer when they come to the part of the story where they tell about how they talked all night and cuddled and you all melted in fondness as their love could be felt by everyone. Hoseok tries to ask if they had sex too, which earned him a gentle slap to the back by Seokjin and a teasing remark by Yoongi. Seokjin then spent a good minute trying to explain to Emma that Hoseok sometimes is way too nosy for his own good and Emma snickered.

You boarded the metro together and chatted the entire way, not caring about whether or not the other passengers were annoyed by your talking. You just wanted to catch up and get to know each other. Emma tells you about her flower fields which she needs for her perfumes and you tell her about your love for gardening. You also talk a lot about flowers and your shared interest in them. You liked Emma even more afterwards and she did the same. Yoongi also asks her if she managed to learn control to which she tells the very thrilling story of how she met her best friend and business partner Genevieve, another Glutton, and that she taught her all about control. Yoongi tells her that he was happy that she did and then he apologises for not being able to help her in the past to which Emma assures him that there was nothing to forgive with a lovely smile.

The busy crowd of the metro station breaks up once you are out on the streets again. The wind of before stopped, now bright sunlight shines down on you, forcing the vampires to take out their sunglasses and put them on.

“What do you guys say to food?” Jungkook asks, “should we go somewhere? Preferably somewhere with less sunlight.”

“Oh that sounds lovely, I would love to go”, Emma says, nodding her head.

“You guys should go without me”, Yoongi says.

“Are you leaving already?” Hoseok asks, “no hyung, stay”, he whines.

Yoongi shakes his head, “I can’t. I’ll meet you guys later. Maël is waiting for me.”

“Ah yeah, I get that. Totally. It’s sad, we would have loved to have you with us.”

Yoongi lowers his eyes shyly, touching the side of his neck. He doesn’t know how to show it, but Hoseok’s words make him feel really happy.

“Who is Maël?” Seokjin asks.

“A really important werewolf, who'll help us with Namjoon.”

“Werewolves?” Emma gasps, “I thought that we shouldn’t get close to them because of their bite.”

“Yes. That’s why I’ll go alone.”

“Why? Isn’t it dangerous for you?”

Yoongi shakes his head.

“But if they bite you, you’ll die.”

“He can’t die. He's a Creator”, Hoseok explains.

“A Creator? Wow okay”, Emma exhales loudly, “that…wow.”

Yoongi gives her a shy smile.

“Now where do you guys wanna go? I’m in the mood for steak, what do you think?” Hoseok asks, taking out his phone to look for a good place.

“Steak sounds amazing”, Jungkook gasps, “Emma, do you like steak?”

“Yes, I do. I think it’s best when it’s rare.”

The vampires chuckle.

“I think so too”, Jungkook says and grins cutely.

Emma retorts it happily.

You inch closer to Yoongi, calling his attention by tugging at the sleeve of his jacket.

“Can I come with you?”

“Do you not want to go with the others?” he asks, sounding surprised.

“I’ll meet them later with you. I…” you lower your eyes shyly, “I want to meet werewolves”, you confess.

“You do?”

“Yes. Please can I come with you? Please Boongie?”

Yoongi studies you from head to toe and clicks his tongue.

“Fine. Why not? It shouldn’t be dangerous”, he says, nodding his head.

You smile, “thank you. I promise that I’ll listen.”

Yoongi chuckles, pinching your cheek gently, “I know. Fine, let’s go. Maël hates waiting.”

“Wait. Are you leaving too?” Hoseok gasps.

You nod your head, “I really want to meet werewolves.”

“Wah you guys are both leaving. Our group won’t feel the same without you”, Hoseok whines and steps closer to pat your and Yoongi’s arms, “please be careful, you guys.”

“You too. Call me if you need anything”, Yoongi says.

“You too”, Hoseok says, “should we meet up at a bar once you’re done?”

You exchange a look with Yoongi. He nods his head, saying what you were thinking as well. 

“We could do that.”

“Funky. I'll text you guys the deets once we know more.”

“Sounds like a plan”, you say, “you guys eat lots and yummy. Yeah?”

“We will. You guys try not to get killed by wolves.”

You and Yoongi chuckle. 

“We will”, Yoongi says, taking your hand, “come now, princess. We should leave.”

And after one last round of goodbyes, you finally turn to go your separate ways. They strut down the streets while you and Yoongi take the metro again. The cart is filled with people and you end up having to stand by the doors. Yoongi stands completely still despite various movements of the train, while you find your support by holding onto his waist. You don’t talk a lot because the stuff you could talk about most definitely would sound worrisome to the common person. Werewolves, vampires and witches. It’s too dangerous to talk about that kind of stuff next to normal humans. Especially because between those humans, enemies of all sorts could linger.

Your journey ends just a little outside of Paris. The neighbourhood was still dense with buildings and bustling with life, but one could feel the easiness of suburban life. The almost suffocating maximalism of the inner city has ceased to exist.

“It’s so pretty here”, you say, looking around the streets.

“You think so? It looks normal to me”, Yoongi says, holding your hands.

“I think it’s pretty”, you give him a sweet smile, “it’s almost feels like the Paris date you promised me.”

Yoongi smiles and scoffs, “you’re such a liar sometimes. I never promised you anything.”

You snicker.

“So are those wolves dangerous?” you ask him.

“Not to humans. To vampires very much.”

“What? But that means you’re in danger.”

“I can handle it, don’t worry. Maël knows that I’m coming.”

“I see. So we won’t be attacked?”

“I can’t guarantee that, so stay close. Yeah?”

“Yes, okay.”

Yoongi and you cross a bridge. A small canal – around ten meters of width – digs its way into the environment under your feet. There are a few people relaxing by the river bed, catching the warm rays of sunlight.

“We just entered their territory”, Yoongi tells you.

“Really? Was the bridge the border?”

“Yeah. The canal’s where their territory ends.”

“What happens to vampires that cross this border?”

“Depends. Most vampires know the wolves’ territory and stay away. The ones who cross mostly have bad intentions and get eliminated by the wolves and the ones who don’t, get around five seconds of fucking off again.”

“I see. So do vampires and wolves not get along in general or is it just in Paris?”

“There has always been a certain distaste between our races, but the rivalry is stronger in Paris. The vampires say that they were first here, while the wolves say the same thing. There was a time once where the wolves owned everything north of the Seine while the vampires owned the southern neighbourhoods, but it’s gotten better over the centuries. These days, it’s only a few neighbourhoods which are owned by vampires or wolves and the clans tend to stay away from each other.”

“I see. So why do you guys dislike each other?”

“Vampires hate the wolves because their bite can kill and more often than not, it’s the wolves who break up blood parties to save innocent lives. Wolves hate vampires because they kill humans and more often than not, they like to crash their raves for easy prey. Honestly, I agree with the wolves. Most vampires are bastards”, Yoongi says and clicks his tongue in distaste.

“I see. But you’re not a bastard”, you say.

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you, “thanks, I guess.”

“Mhm”, you say, giving his arm a little hug, “thank you for telling me all of this and for taking me with you. I still think that it’s so fascinating that magic and supernatural races are real, so thank you for educating me. I really like learning about you and the other races.”

“No worries. You should learn”, Yoongi says, nodding his head in contentment. He shows you one of his cute smiles, the kind which puffs out his cheeks and which only really tugs up the corners of his lips. He tugs you closer. “Don’t startle”, he says.

“What do you- ah!” you scream up and stumble back as someone lands right in front of you. On all fours. They lift their head, revealing a human man’s face to your eyes. His lower face is covered in a thick, long beard and his eyes glow golden.

“What’s a bloodsucker and a human doing in our territory?” he growls, sniffing your legs loudly.

You sneak a panicky glance at Yoongi then at the man sniffing your legs.

“What are you doing here?” the man asks, moving his head closer to your middle. Not in a sexual way, but it still makes you feel weird.

“Back off, please”, you say, inching closer to Yoongi to escape that weirdo’s nose.

The man stands up, towering over you and Yoongi significantly. His muscles are stretching the material of his shirt, his lower arms are revealed enough to show off the thick hair on them. His nails are long and sharp. Is this one of the wolves?

“You have five seconds to explain yourselves and then I’ll get violent”, he warns.

“And you have four seconds to be a good fucking doggy and take us to Maël”, Yoongi says dryly.

“I’ll kill you”, the man spits, exposing his wolf fangs in a loud growl.

You flinch back, while Yoongi stays calm.

“Beau, stop that”, a man’s deep voice cuts through the air.

The werewolf looks over his shoulder. An elderly man is walking to you. A walking stick keeps him supported. Heavy golden rings glisten on his hairy fingers and buried deep in his exposed chest hair, golden chains glimmer. He looks wealthy and important.

“That’s no way to greet our guests”, he speaks.

“Oh?” Beau looks at you then Yoongi, “forgive me, I thought you were trespassers.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi hums, “one of yours?” he asks the elderly wolf.

“It’s nice to see you too, old friend”, the man says, finally reaching your side. He bows at Yoongi, getting helped back up by Beau afterwards.

“It’s good to see you too, Maël. You got old as fuck”, Yoongi says.

Maël laughs.

“I can’t deny that I have. That’s what two whole centuries do to you”, he says, “now come. We prepared drinks. Do you still enjoy whiskey?”

“Yes, it’s good.”

“Perfect. Beau is brewing it himself”, Maël says, “he is Mary’s son and my favourite grandchild.”

“Don’t say that, pépé. The others are going to believe it again and bite me”, Beau complains. He is walking between Yoongi and Maël to keep a distance between the vampire and his grandfather. Just in case. Yoongi is the first vampire he doesn’t kill within seconds of meeting him. Normally, he is always leading his pack into fights with perverted bloodsuckers and their disgusting blood parties. He thinks the little vampire to be both fascinating and highly suspicious. How can someone that tiny feel so powerful? And why is a human by his side willingly? Beau wonders as he listens to his grandfather talk.

Maël laughs, “I’m only joking. I love all my grandchildren equally.”

You reach a big three story building. The doors are open. The inside smells old, but well loved. There are people in every room. Old and young, man and woman and all of them with golden eyes and thick hair covering various parts of their bodies. There was conversation before, but it stops when you enter. Loud sniffing and low growling fills the rooms. Golden eyes follow Yoongi suspiciously and study you curiously. You clutch Yoongi’s hand as tightly as possible, trying not to make eye contact just in case one of them sees it as provocation.

“Let’s go upstairs to my office. The pack’s not used to visitors. Especially not a vampire”, Maël says, stepping into the opened elevator at the end of the hallway.

“Sir”, another wolf greets him, placing himself by Maël’s left side while Beau takes the right.

“Marcel”, Maël greets him, “he is Lucille’s son.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi says and gives the wolf a nod of his head.

The latter returns it with suspicion in his golden eyes.

Beau presses the button. The elevator closes and begins to move, filling the air with its mechanical hum.

“A vampire and a human. I must say, I am surprised that you surround yourself with humans, Min Yoongi”, Maël studies you, “may I ask for your name, mademoiselle?”

“___. It’s nice to meet you.”

“The feeling is mutual. How come that you find yourself in the company of a vampire, especially that of Min Yoongi, mademoiselle?”

“Uhm”, you hesitate, glancing at Yoongi. Can you expose your relationship status or will this mean your harm?

Yoongi nods his head.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

Maël lifts his brows in surprise. The elevator stops. The doors open.

“Who would have thought”, he murmurs and leaves the small space. His grandsons follow him, keeping their hands folded on their back nonchalantly.

The hallway to Maël’s office is long and with red carpet cushioning your steps. Dark wooden wainscoting covers the walls.

Two more wolves join in the hallway, claiming their spots behind you to tail you. You sneak a glance at them and draw closer to Yoongi.

“Was this the right thing to say?” you ask him in a whisper so hopefully only he can hear you.

“Yes.”

“Okay”, you say, seeking him when yet another pair of wolves begins tailing you.

Yoongi places his arm around your waist.

“One thing you need to know about me is that I would never take you with me if there is potential for danger”, he says calmly.

You understand what he means by that. The wolves may look scary, but this is safe and will stay safe. It should have been obvious already once Yoongi allowed you to expose your relationship status.

You relax in an exhale.

“Come in. Sit”, Maël says, revealing his office to you. Modern paintings against dark wainscoting and wooden furniture with metal decorations. It looks expensive. The scent of whiskey and unlit tobacco hangs in the air. There are three more wolves in the office. All of them women of remarkable stature. They played cards before, but stop to watch you and Yoongi with curious eyes. Their noses move as they take in your scents.

“Why is there a vampire in our territory, pépé?” one of them asks.

“He is our guest, dear Michelle”, Maël explains, “for now at least.”

“I see. Good day”, Michelle says and gives Yoongi a nod of her head.

Yoongi retorts it. The three wolves look back into their games of cards.

“My granddaughters. They are remarkable fighter”, Maël explains.

“I see that your family’s thriving”, Yoongi says.

“Oh yes. The Seville Pack is not going to die out soon”, Maël says and sits down on the chair behind his desk while his two grandsons take the space behind the chair, golden eyes glued to Yoongi. You and Yoongi sit down opposite of Maël. The other wolves stay by the door while one places himself right behind Yoongi just in case.

Yoongi sneaks a glance at him then at Maël.

“I see that you’ve also tightened security”, he says.

“Call it elderly paranoia, but I plan to be taken by age”, Maël says.

“Mhm, judging by how you look, it won’t be long.”

Maël laughs, Yoongi lets out what sounds like a laugh. The wolf waves Beau to him with a flick of his wrist.

“Yes, pépé?”

“Prepare our guests a glass.”

“Yes.”

“You do drink mademoiselle, don’t you?”

“Yes, uh, not too much though.”

“You heard her, son.”

“Yes.”

“Good”, Maël says, turning his attention back to Yoongi, “so you have finally found your mate.”

“Yes.”

Maël chuckles, “it was about time.”

“Mhm. How is Lili?” Yoongi asks.

“Splendid. Thank you for asking. She sends her greetings.”

“Thanks. The honour’s all mine.”

Beau returns with the whiskey. He gives you the first one. Yoongi gets the second and Maël gets the last.

“Let’s get started”, he says, lifting his glass, “to another good business with you.”

Yoongi lifts his glass, “to good business.”

They clink glasses. Maël offers it to you next.

“Oh yeah, uh. To good business”, you stutter, clinking glasses with him clumsily.

They drink on it. You do the same, swallowing down the gag threatening to come out. This is so strong, burning your throat as it runs down to your stomach. You can feel it sit in your belly. Hot like fire. You really don’t like it.

Yoongi and Maël seem unaffected, setting their glasses down simultaneously.

“How many?” Maël asks. His voice carries stern seriousness.

“A hundred and ten”, Yoongi answers him with just as much professionalism in his voice.

Their deal must have started. You listen with bated breath.

“How sure are you?”

“Very.”

“Source?”

“Fredrick. Confirmed by my people in Paris.”

“Mhm.”

You have a rough understanding of what they are talking about, listening intently. You find it fascinating to watch Yoongi work.

“What do you need?”

“Fighter.”

“How many?”

“How many can you spare?”

Maël taps his long nails on the desk while Yoongi taps his fingers on the glass. Maël takes a sip of his whiskey.

“Twenty”, he says.

“Good. I take it.”

“Not so fast. What do I get in return?”

“Salvation.”

“Salvation?” Maël laughs.

“Blood clubs are getting popular. Humans keep disappearing. You hate that shit, I do too.”

They drink in agreement.

“Bad for business and it fucks with your morals. We both know, it’s Namjoon’s doing. I want him gone and in return I’ll help you with getting rid of his vermin.”

“And I bring the fighter?”

“Yes.”

Maël scoffs, “how many do you bring?” he asks.

“Seven.”

“Continue.”

“My Paris sources.”

“Ages? Kinds?”

“Ripper, both of them. A thousand and five hundred.”

“And the rest?”

“Two Normals. Eight hundred and two hundred.”

“Continue.”

“A Glutton. Close to a hundred.”

“Good.”

“One Youngster.”

“Mhm”, Maël grimaces in distaste.

“And a training Ripper.”

Maël stops in his task of lifting the glass, eyes locked on Yoongi’s face. He seems impressed.

"Can he lose control if he wants to?"

"Yes. I won’t let him though. He's strong enough."

"Mhm. Do you trust them?”

“Yes.”

“With your life?”

“Yes.”

“With your mate’s life?”

Yoongi looks at you. He clenches his jaw.

“Five of them, yes.”

“Five you say.”

“They’re good fighter. Trained by me.”

“Mhm.”

Yoongi drinks, staring at Maël with an unfaltering, confident look. Maël drinks, setting his glass down. He taps his nails on the wood twice.

“Then it seems that we have a deal”, Maël says and finally lift his glass to his lips.

Yoongi drinks. He finishes his drink, setting it down loudly.

“When do you need them?” Maël asks.

“Day after tomorrow.”

“Good. They’ll be ready.”

“Good.”

Maël gets up from his chair. He turns his back to you and struts to the window to look at the city, “you know the way.”

Yoongi gets up, fixing his leather jacket.

“It’s been an honour making business with you, Maël”, he says, glancing at you. He signals you to get up with a nod of his head.

“Oh? We’re leaving?” you stumble to your feet.

Yoongi reaches for your untouched glass and downs it in one go. He stares into your eyes as he does, making you gulp. He sets it back down, glancing at Maël.

“Don’t die”, he says dryly.

Maël chuckles, “don’t kill your mate.”

Yoongi takes your hand, “let’s go, princess.”

“It, uh, it was nice meeting you all”, you say, allowing Yoongi to guide you to the door.

“The honour was all mine, mademoiselle”, Maël says, turning just so he can bow at you. You can see him just long enough to watch him lift his head and flash you his long canines in a mischievous grin and then the door falls closed.

“Come. We should leave”, Yoongi says, quickening his steps.

“Are we in danger?”

“No. They still don’t like me being here. It's best we leave quickly”, he says.

You step inside the elevator.

He presses the button. You hold his arm instantly. Yoongi studies your face. 

“They wouldn’t hurt you. Wolves cherish human life and protect the humans living in their territory as if they were part of the pack. You don’t have to be scared.”

“What about you?”

“As long as I behave according to their rules, I’ll be fine.”

“What are their rules?”

“No bloodshed, no show of strength and get the fuck out of wolf territory as quickly as possible.”

“But they know that you came for a deal with Maël, don’t they?”

“Yes. Deal’s been made though. My purpose here’s been fulfilled. I’m not under his protection anymore.”

The elevator arrives, the doors open.

“So what does that mean?”

“Means we gotta leave. Come, it’s not far”, Yoongi says, taking your hand to hurry out of the mansion in big steps. You don’t miss the deathly glares the wolves send his way. They hold back for now, still carrying enough respect in the deal to allow Yoongi to leave in peace. 

The doors to the mansion close behind you once you are outside. Yoongi hurries down the street, carrying seriousness on his face. 

“Do you really think that we are safe?”

“Yes. Don’t slow down.”

Someone howls behind you. 

“What was that?” 

“Trouble.” 

“Trouble?”

“Hold on tight.”

“What are you- ah!” you yelp as Yoongi picks you up and then runs. The world is blurry instantly, you clutch him tightly. The howling grows in volume. You could have sworn that you saw a greyish shadow follow you, but the surrounding world is too blurry to recognize anything. Another loud howl. The grey shadow appears again. Wait a second. There is someone following you. One of the wolves.

“Yoongi, there is someone following us”, you gasp. 

“I know”, Yoongi says and jumps, making you screech because you expected everything but not for him to leap over the canal. 

He stops and turns, setting you down carefully. 

The grey shadow stops, becoming clear to your eyes. Beau. He is smiling at you from the other side, but carries enough murder in his golden eyes to let you know that he was not playing.

Yoongi lifts his hand to wave at him. Beau waves back.

“See you tomorrow, Min Yoongi”, he says. 

“See you, Beau. Your whiskey’s good.”

“Thanks, ami”, Beau grins, “you’re slower than I thought you were.”

“Cut me some slack, I had my woman in my arms.”

Beau laughs, “see you, man”, he says and salutes at him, “mademoiselle”, he addresses you, bowing deeply.

“Uh yeah”, you say, giving him a hesitant wave. 

He turns and disappears as quickly as he appeared. Just the very distant howling can be heard once and then it’s just the two of you. 

You look at Yoongi. 

“Was he trying to kill you right now?”

“Yes”, Yoongi says.

“Okay? Uhm. Not creepy at all.”

Yoongi takes your hand, “come. We’re safe for now.”

“Do you not think that this was creepy?”

“You’re so cute”, Yoongi says, pulling you in to drape his arm over your shoulder. 

“I think that it was scary. I’m all shaken up now.”

“Don’t be. We’re safe now”, he says, kissing your temple, “you did really well with the holding on, my princess. You’re okay, yeah?”

“I'm okay, just a little shaken up.”

“I know. I’m sorry, I should have warned you, but I had to act fast.”

“It's okay, I’m not mad at you”, you gaze at him, “it's actually really hot that you can carry me.”

Yoongi sends you a fond look, pinching your cheek gently.

“You're so cute”, he whispers, tracing your lips, “keep that shit up and I’ll show you what this gets you.”

“What does it get me, mhm?”

Yoongi stops and cups your cheek, tilting your head so he can lean closer and kiss your lips. Except that he doesn’t. He lets you think that he will, but he ends up leaving you hanging, aching for a kiss. 

“Keep it up and you'll find out”, he rasps, brushing his thumb over your lower lip.

Truly, for a second you consider opening your mouth just to take in his thumb. He’s got you so whipped. 

Tragically for you, Yoongi steps back, leaving you with a needy ache in your tummy. 

“Now let’s get back to the others”, he says, continuing his walk, “did Hobi text you the details already?”

“Let me check”, you say, pulling out your phone, “he did. Peony. That’s the name of the bar. Look, the address.”

Yoongi reads it, “I think that’s on the north side. Can you look it up?”

“Yes. I will.”

“Mhm, good”, Yoongi says, pulling out his phone, “huh?”

“Why? What’s wrong?” you sneak a glance at his display.

“Sophia called me. I have to call her back.”

“Yeah sure.”

Yoongi dials her number and by the second ring she picks up. You listen to him talk, following him as he leads you back to the station. You can’t hear her, but she seems to tell him something serious as Yoongi’s face falls more and more.

“You’re fucking kidding”, Yoongi gasps, “wait here”, he tells you and breaks away to take a few steps to the side in order to talk to her in peace. You wait by a shop window in the meantime, studying the prettily done scenery. It was a scene of two rabbits running around a field of flowers. It advertises perfume. You look at Yoongi. He is still talking, prancing up and down with his hand rubbing the side of his neck in soothing. You wonder if he was okay. He seems distressed.

You decide to text Hoseok that you were on your way while you wait for Yoongi. He receives it and is online instantly. As always with Hoseok. You can always count on him being up to date with your lives the second you are online. He types for a moment and then the message already arrives.

-          Hobi: got it 👍 looking forward to you guys :D we had so much steak :P

You smile, sending him a few smileys back before locking your phone again because you just realised that it almost has no battery left and you want to save it. Yoongi ends his calls, hurrying back to you.

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

“Change of plans. I have to meet with Sophia.”

“Why? Is everything okay?”

“Some of Namjoon’s men attacked her guys. We have to sort out the mess”, he explains, “did you find out where the bar is?”

“Yes. Belleville.”

“Ah shit, that’s too far.”

“Why?”

“I can't take you there. I'll be too late if I do.”

“It's okay, I’ll just go on my own.”

Yoongi studies you, gnawing on his lower lip.

“I don't know. I hate having to leave you alone”, he says.

“I can manage. I have my phone and the address and if something happens, I’ll call you right away.”

Yoongi furrows his brows.

“I don't know”, he murmurs, “can't one of the guys pick you up?”

“Can you trust me a little more, please my prince?” you say softly, touching his waist, “nothing will happened to me. I promise.”

Yoongi studies your features, eyes softening in fondness. He truly can’t say no to you. you just have to give him a cute look and he’s melting. He exhales in defeat.

“Fine”, he gives in, “but you have to text me once you’re there. And take some of my money. Go straight to the others, yeah?”

“Yes Yoongi Boongie, that sounds doable. Will you meet us later?” you ask him, accepting the hundred euros he places into your hand.

“Don’t know yet. You’ll see me at the apartment otherwise.”

“Yes, okay”, you say.

“Come. I’ll at least take you to the station.”

You intertwine your hand with him.

“You worry too much, my prince”, you tease him lovingly.

“No, I don’t worry enough”, he corrects you, making you laugh.

“Okay, okay”, you snicker, hugging his arm, “you are so adorable, my Boongie.”

Yoongi smiles shyly, feeling giddy in his chest. He likes being your Boongie.

Yoongi leaves after making sure that you boarded the right train. He waves at you until you leave the station.

You fall back into your seat, taking out your phone. Ten percent of battery left.

“Crap”, you murmur. Hopefully it will still be enough until you meet the others.

You hope that Yoongi will be alright. He seemed so stressed. He didn’t talk to you at all on your way to the station. You have learned that he stays silent whenever he is upset about something. You plan on giving him lots of cheek kisses once he is back. And maybe you can massage him as well. You are sure that this will relax him. 

You leave the metro station once you are in the inner city again. According to your phone, you need to take a bus next. The batter is only at five percent. You hurry to the station, clutching your phone tightly. Please don’t die before I haven’t met the others, you think.

You just have to get to the right neighbourhood and then everything will be alright. Quick! The bus is already at its station. You manage to get on it seconds before the doors close. Now you have to stay on it for five stations and then you’ll have to walk the rest of the way. You sit down on an empty seat, turning your attention to the city outside. The sun is already setting, soaking everything in its golden light.

Today was such an eventful day. You found a powerful stone which will help in the defeat of Namjoon and Taehyung finally found a source for all those awful blood clubs. Seokjin and Emma are back together and are helping in your hunt for Namjoon. You are so happy for Seokjin and look forward to getting to know Emma better. Knowing Seokjin, she must be a very lovely person. Seokjin wouldn’t fall for any other person than someone who is just as lovely and sweet as he is.

And you met your first werewolves. They were a little scary, but also highly impressive. You hope that Maël keeps his promise and provides Yoongi with fighters. You are positive that he will. The two seem to carry a deep mutual respect for each other. Beau on the other hand seemed to find more enjoyment in his hunt than respecting the deal. Yoongi seemed unaffected by it however, so maybe it was just Beau’s way of joking around and you don’t possess enough knowledge about the relationship between vampires and werewolves to judge the situation correctly. Either way, you are glad that Yoongi left their territory unharmed and you are happy that you finally know how werewolves present themselves. They are hairier than you thought they would be and a lot bigger. Even the women were big and carried thick hair on their bodies. You like how they looked. It fits the very obvious strength they all possess. They will really help Yoongi and the others, you are sure of it.

The bus halts at its fifth stop. You almost missed it, hadn’t it stopped oh so abruptly. You stumble off your seat and hurry outside before it can drive off.

One check up on your phone. It’s dead.

“Great. That’s amazing. How should I get to the bar now?” you mumble, trying to turn on the phone but to no avail. It stays dark. “Okay I got this. Think. I think it was just down that road.”

You start your journey with unsure steps, looking left and right in case you spot the bar’s logo. Your unease grows as you come closer and closer to the road’s end without ever spotting the bar. This is not good. The bar should have been here already.

You turn. Maybe it was into the other direction?

You soon find out that it wasn’t into the other direction either. All you spot is a sports bar, an Irish pub and one café, which is already closed for the day. You twist and turn. You are surrounded by unfamiliarity. Nervousness is bubbling in your stomach. And you can’t even call Yoongi for help.

You hurry to the edge of the sidewalk, waving over a cab. One passes you, the second one doesn’t even acknowledge you, the third one slows down only to look you up and down and then drive off with a shake of his head.

“What the hell?” you gasp, “asshole!” you scream after him, flipping him off with all the anger in the world. This is the worst possible outcome ever. You hurry back to the bus station, checking the little map on there. French you can’t understand and no signs of a bar.

“Well fuck”, you say, exhaling in defeat. What should you do? Maybe you should check another street. Maybe it was the street right next to the bus route? You hurry to it, trying your phone one last time. Nothing. No battery and no clue of where you are.

You try not to, but still begin breathing quicker. This is the worst thing ever. You never got lost before. Let alone in a city you have never been in before and with your phone dead.

You turn to run back to the bus stop. You have to go back to where you came from and then somehow figure out how to get back to the hotel. This journey seems even more impossible. You have no idea how your hotel’s street is called, let alone what stations you need to go to get to it.

You try your phone one last time just in case something changed. Nothing. You curse, burying it back in your jacket pocket. Your eyes are glued to the street under your feet. This is the worst thing that ever happened. You are so scared.

You are so preoccupied with staring at the wet asphalt to miss the person coming closer to you. They are too busy looking into their phone to notice you.

Your impact is harsh, making both of you stumble back.   

“Crap. I’m sorry”, you gasp, lifting your head, “what the fuck?” you exclaim.

[tallbluelady]

Cocoa/Comfort Food

The chaos surrounding Camp Broken Glass finally seemed to have settled after Rowan returned and Zenos cravenly vanished with his pet Ascian. Estinien found Thancred after making his patrol around the camp to secure it.

"Where's Rowan?" Estinien asked. "I haven't seen her since she returned."

"She's holed up in Lucia's office. I can't say I blame her after that dirty stunt Zenos pulled..." Thancred muttered.

"Is Urianger with her? She shouldn't be alone right now."

"Alas, that seemeth to be her wish..." Urianger said, looking the most downtrodden Estinien had ever seen him. The man had been... well, he fit right in the scholar's realm of Sharlyan. Despite his eccentricities, there was always a light of hope or wit in his eyes. Now though...

"Is she alone alone?" Thancred asked, worried.

"Mistress Alisaie yet watcheth the door. Due to her insistence, Rowan hath acquiesed to tying a string to her wrist so any movement may be detected, but she has yet to move."

"That's smart but not foolproof," Thancred said. "And on top of that, this is still the best time to attack the damned tower."

Estinien crossed his arms. "If Rowan's not ready, she's not ready."

"I would fain remove her from the conflict entirely, but I know that shalt cause her more harm than good. But mine overtures to provide comfort at this time hath all been rebuffed," he sighed, deflating further. "She recoiled at my touch."

Estinien grimaced sympathetically, and Thancred gave the same look. That was an awfully familiar act. "She probably doesn't trust her body yet. That its hers again," Thancred said. "And she didn't wake up into it. Suddenly she was just back. The shock must be jarring." "Has she eaten yet?" Estinien asked. Urianger shook his head. "Nay, and we have yet to offer aught more than water after she was retching."

"I have some of her mother's mun tuy. Familiar food helped me return to some level of normalcy after I was rid of Nidhogg's influence."

Thancred nodded. "Though I am questioning your acquisition of such food, your theory is sound. Let's try that first."

The three of them made it to Lucia's office and found Alisaie sitting on the floor in front of the door.

"She hasn't said a word yet," the young woman said quietly. "But she kept the string tied as far as I can tell.'

Urianger tapped on the door. "Rowan, my love, wouldst thou care to eat something? Estinien claimeth to carry some of thy mother's mun-tuy."

Alisaie's hand moved up and they all backed from the door. Rowan's eyes looked bloodshot and angry. "I had been looking for those... Did you steal those pots from the Rising Stones before we left for Sharlyan?"

"I did," Estinien said candidly. "But I am willing to give them back if you'll talk to someone."

"I don't want to talk."

"Then just listen."

Rowan eyes darted from Estinien's to Urianger's, then to the floor. "I -I..."

"We'll keep him company, Rowan," Thancred volunteered, and Alisaie nodded.

She mouthed the words "I'm sorry" and held the door open for Estinien.

Estinen entered and didn't bother with any promises to anyone. He just handed Rowan the pot of mun-tuy and a spoon. She waited, listening for the footsteps to fade away before opening the pot.

"I'm sorry that happened to you," Estinien said, leaning against the wall.

Rowan nodded and helped herself to a heaping spoonful of the bean paste. Tension melted from her as she ate. "Thank the gods, it tastes the same."

"Twas surprising for me as well. And quite the relief."

She nodded and continued to eat.

"It was truly remarkable how quickly everything returned. Once my body recovered from your beating, I felt like myself again. And that was the strangest part of it all."

She gave a hum but said nothing.

"Because how could it be so easy? My body, my heart? They were Nidhogg's. I only had a scant sense of self holding on, not letting him kill me. I would not die. And after all that, life just became simple again. Because of you and Alphinaud and Aymeric."

"My body's fine," Rowan muttered. "More than fine. That's the worst part. Are they cremating that soldier's body yet?"

"You know how much fuel it takes to build a proper pyre."

"If we had destroyed Zenos' damn body at the Menagerie we wouldn't be in this mess. But no, I had to let people remind me who the real savage was... I should've just burnt it then, the Hells to propriety and savagery."

"And I shouldn't have held both Eyes."

Rowan gave a snort. "I already berated you for that."

"Aye, that you did," he said. "And I'll berate you for beating yourself black and blue for the minor sins being yourself and being overtaken by Ascian magicks."

She scraped at the side of the pot. "He could have killed you all. In my body. Mayhap even in his body."

"But he didn't. I wouldn't have let him, and you stopped him before he even got close."

"Would you have killed my body if I hadn't been able to stop him?" The look in her eye told him she wanted the answer to be yes.

Estinien paused. Could he have killed Rowan then? She wasn't as strong as he was physically, but twas her resolve that brought her victory time and time again. "I would not have held back."

She nodded, satisfied. "Tis a hard thing to work through that kind of manipulation, and the Ascians seem rather fond of it. Fandaniel's much more effective at it than Elidibus was, but... I can see an end in sight."

"An end?"

"We take out that damned tower and the Primal inside of it. Something else will surely rise, I'm certain of it... but that's a goal that's in sight."

"Are you going to talk to Urianger before we go?"

Rowan's eyes turned to the floor. "One step, then the other. We had to get to Azyz Lla before we stopped the Archbishop, remember? He'll understand."

Estinien understood that sentiment well enough and followed Rowan out of the office.

[femalefemur]

domestic!soap still has such a grip on my brain and i blame YOU 🫵 for it 😭

i wish he was real (and mine)

hdjshdsf i'm so sorry 😔😔🙏

soap would be so excited to spend time with his bonnie wife, he'd bring you back flowers every day from his morning run and shower you in kisses, climbing on top of you in bed and laughing about how he knows he's sweaty but you look so pretty he can't help himself before he's burying himself into your side and telling you about which birds he saw on his run. he'd have his arms wrapped around you while you two bake together, he's not helping with the actual baking that much but he's softly humming a song and gently swaying the both of you as you mix the ingredients together before he's stealing the spoon and licking batter off it.

going on a picnic with soap, he's helped pack the basket and insists on carrying it, telling you how pretty you look in the sweater he bought you before he's pulling you out the door, excited to spend time out in nature with you. soap grinning at you as you walk through the fields, his eyes twinkling in the rare bits of sunlight that shine through the clouds, the little bobble on the top of the beanie you insisted he wear shaking as he laughs at your jokes, his hand slipping into yours as he tells you how much he missed your voice before he's kissing you breathless and continuing on walking like he didn't just turn your bones into jelly. soap half asleep on the couch at the end of the day, in an almost threadbare shirt and worn pair of sweatpants, smiling sleepily at you as he holds his arms out for you to join him and lay on top of him as the rain falls softly outside, there's a movie playing on the tv but he's more interested in pressing kisses to soft lips and grinning as you chase his lips every time he pulls away before he finally kisses you properly, mumbling about how much he loves you.

[pikaflute]

alright here are some interactions between my sam and max vices love wins

wrath - as soon as the two lock eyes it's ON. wrath max shoots a ton of bullets into wrath sam but wrath Sam tanks them all and punches Max in the face. Wrath Max likes it though and is like 'oh :D finally a challenge!!!' and launches himself at Sam. They tussle for like a hour with Max trash talking Sam and Sam growling in approval at the trash talk.

envy  - initially, envy max gets mad at envy sam ('why do I have to be with someone as annoying as you?') and envy sam disappears with a :( sorry. After a while though, envy max starts freaking out because he's all alone and sam isn't coming back and he blames himself and thinks that Sam hates him but envy sam reappears because he doesn't want Max to feel bad and he feels guilty that he made Max feel bad. They just hug and cry it out :( poor guys

greed - no one touches greed max's hoard and lives, so when greed sam tries to steal from greed max he hisses and bites him on the hand. greed Sam just takes Max back to his pile of stuff instead. Max then starts stealing stuff from Sam's pile and takes it back to his hoard. Sam notices this and starts stealing stuff from Max's hoard and this kinda goes on until the two have pretty much switched hoards. Idiots ❤️

gluttony - at first, they try eating each other. when that doesnt work they basically have a contest to see who can eat the most. Max thinks he has the advantage because of his big ass mouth but Sam is a little more aggressive in this form and will fight Max for a fudgy pop. They end up biting each other more than the food they're trying to eat

sloth - they are fucking NAPPING!!!! and CUDDLING!!!!!! sloth max ends up getting spooned by sloth sam. They both sleep talk about each other: Sam talking about his dreams with Max and vice (hah) versa.

pride  - the girls are fighting!!!! pride max demands a tribute for the god (“i want blood sam! i demand the blood of a virgin!”) and pride sam is annoyed because he has to take care of this brat who won't shut up. since pride max sees himself as a god he has powers like one, so he can get pride sam to sometimes follow his orders if he catches sam off guard. specifically he will use his powers to sit on pride sam's shoulders to feel tall and asks sam to go arrest people he doesn't see as worthy. pride sam will do this but not for max, but more because he feels like the more he does the better detective he'll be. He also tries throwing pride Max in jail too but that doesn't work so Sam is just stuck with him.

lust  - they uh. they get intimately acquainted with one another. when lust max first sees lust sam he’s like 'HI. DO YOU WANT TO HAVE SEX PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEE' and lust sam is like 'oh baby of course i do!' and well. that's that. they're the only vices besides sloth that actually somewhat like each other. they do try to out flirt one enough, with max abusing his cuteness and sam being extra touchy and affectionate :) they do not want to be separated, they love each other too much.

bliss - they're :). none of the vices like them but that's okay because they have love for each other and the vices. bliss max is more carefree and wants to have fun and help people with Sam and bliss sam is ready to follow any orders as he's more willing to listen to whatever Max wants. They have a picnic date in the park, watch a movie together, and help people while they're out. They're not.... that concerned on getting the vices back as they're scared that if they get their vices back they will ruin the nice time they're having with all of their flaws.

[metalwarrior22]

dialogue (those beginning-of-relationship jitters)

Read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nmjNDWk by geliebtemangos "It's just – having the Avatar saying 'Lay with me' was not something I thought would happen today." A furious blush rose up into Korra's face, yet again, and she looked up into Asami's knowing smirk. "No, that's not – you're teasing me, aren't you." -- Asami and Korra learn, after finally getting together, that they can flirt with each other. (There's also some important discussions that take place in between the kissing.) Words: 22767, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Avatar: Legend of Korra Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Asami Sato, Korra (Avatar), duh, Pema (Avatar), she's always wildin in my fics btw, not my fault. it was the writers who originated the homewrecking mastermind, don't blame her. she's a good mom she can say whatever she wants, speaking of good moms., mentions of Yasuko Sato being one of the greatest women to grace the earth, Jinora (Avatar), Ikki (Avatar), also the airbending sisters wandered into this fic and were here to stay for a bit, hope that's okay with y'all, i just love them both so much AND they're so fun to write, jinora: oldest sister of all time, Rohan (Avatar), i guess he appears for two seconds, mako is also in here but only as a topic of conversation, this fic does NOT pass the reverse-bechdel test, men are only in here to be talked about, and only briefly so Relationships: Korra/Asami Sato Additional Tags: this is the fic where they turn from established relationship (patent pending) to, Established Relationship, (tm), so like 10k words in i realized that they were learning how to flirt, thus: the number of blushes and kisses in this fic: near catastrophic, Domestic Fluff, Fluff Bomb, yes i coined that term, also there is, Kissing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Spooning, and spooning confusion (you'll see), Making Out, and asami l____ _____'_ ___, i know. i was also surprised when the demon made me write it, Air Temple Island (Avatar), i haven't read the comics so all republic-city-related details are headcanons i guess, i did read the wikipedia plot synopsis of turf wars though before deciding i didn't really care, (giggles) lol, update since the first time i wrote these tags: i bought turf wars & read it, let's imagine that this fic happens like a week after that or something, Anyway this fic is, Canon Compliant, Post-The Legend of Korra: Turf Wars, did i steal asami's reaction to korra asking about her day from my other fic? yes. and what?, goodness forbid a woman self-plagiarize, did i make them talk about Dikes. yes, yes i did, and i don't even know how dikes work skdkskdwkrnen, also utensils. you'll see, oh yeah there’s also, Teasing, Crying, Reminiscing, that one tag i once saw on a fic:, (bill hader voice) this fic has everything, Pet Names, smh only children and their absolute lack of survival skills (re: tickling), secret sharing, mentions of delicious food (mouth watering emoji), intimate waterbending, intimate conversations in comfy clothes, playful swatting (aplenty bc i love it), OMG SUAVO, y'all are not ready for suavo. it's the funniest thing i've originated in DAYSSS, do i feel like they're ooc at times. yes. On One Cot, do i know what the pov is? hm. maybe shifting third person or something. NO i do not., hopefully the length of these tags is proportionally consistent with, the length of this massive fic (in regards to my other fics). who knows, hey it’s a 20k word one-shot leave me alone!! gotta broadcast to all the audiences, anyway here's 22k words of me literally just imagining my two favorite animated women. Read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nmjNDWk

[hell-of-a-love]

Imagine: spice rating ★✩✩✩✩

No gendered pronouns or anatomy mentioned, starts soft and then gets casually horny KEK

Includes: pet names, marking, lots of fluff, suggestive ending.

It's been a long week,

Both of you have been doing your own things separately, each ignorant to the passive yearning of the other.

You finally enter your shared home after a drawn out work day, kicking off your shoes. You trudge half way through the living room before you stop at the scent of your favorite food. You then take a moment to look around:

There's snacks arranged sort of haphazardly on the living room coffee table, with music playing from the tv as your lover sways around the kitchen while cooking. The scents, sights, and sounds fill your senses, slowly melting the dull weariness that had seemed to settle in your bones. You can't help but smile, of course.

"Oh! You're home a bit early, " your lover finally notices you as they turn, jumping slightly in surprise and chuckling sheepishly. "Sorry, I'm not quite done yet."

"No worries, I'm just surprised? I didn't forget an important date, did I?" You ask, a bit unsure.

"No, no! I just wanted to surprise you, we've both been so busy lately, and it's Friday, we get to relax tomorrow," they hum, adding the last of the garnishes to the homemade meal. "I tried to make it exactly how you like it, come taste it!"

You relax as you walk to the kitchen and they hold out a spoon to you, warning that it may still be hot. You take a taste test and hum happily, nodding in approval.

"It's perfect, and I'm starving. Can we eat now? I'm teetering on the edge of hangry, " you state, and speak of the devil, your stomach growls loudly"

Your partner let's out a small laugh, "of course, darling. Go sit, I'll bring you a plate. You just relax."

You do as you're told, knowing they won't accept argument anyway, and have a seat at the table. Only a few moments later they come carrying dishes of food and setting them down in their respective places at the table.

The two of you chat over your dinner, with the occasional flirty commentarh of course. After a successful meal, you see your lover smile at you, with a playful hit of mischief in their eyes.

"In sure you saw all the snacks, do you want to watch anime with me?"

"What are we watching?" You ask casually.

"Anything you want, just don't pick something you're too interested in. I missed you too much to let the show steal all the attention from me," they grin as they nudge you playfully.

"Ohhhh, so that's the mood you're in," you hum knowingly.

"No! Well, ok yeah. But can you blame me? You never leave my mind," they pout at you.

"I mean, if that's what you want, you could just ask. Why don't we save the snacks for later. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the same." You smirk teasingly, watching as a small blush creeps up their cheeks.

"Hey, don't go trying to switch the roles right now, I planned all this," they huff slightly, before taking a moment to think, "though, I can't say I mind that compromise. It was hard enough to keep my hands off for this long, but I know you're mean when you go hungry."

They laugh softly, before taking the dishes away and setting them aside to clean later. You start to walk by to the bedroom but before you can make it you're pressed with your back to the wall, as they kiss you. You can feel the heat from their pent up arousal as they kiss you, one hand caging you in as the other wraps delicately around your throat, causing you to hum in anticipation into feverish kiss.

They lick their lips as they pull away, "sorry, I just couldn't resist any longer," they hum, their pupils already blown with lust and adoration as they release you from their hold, "Come, don't keep me waiting, little dove. I even dressed up for you."

You hear them chuckle as they walk into the shared bedroom, popping their head back momentarily to wink at you. You take a moment to catch your breath before following, entering the room adorned with LED lights.

"Sit, darling. Will you let me take care of you?" Your partner hums, gently pushing you to sit on the edge of the bed, sliding themselves to stand between your legs.

You not softly, looking up at them, only to recieve a soft 'tsk' in response. "You have to use your words, my love~."

"Yes, please" you whine softly, sliding your hands along their body, before resting on their stomach beneath their button up.

"Good~" they hum lowly lifting your chin to kiss you, slowly unbuttoning their shirt, and breaking the kiss only momentarily to remove your own shirt, before reconnecting your lips with theirs, trying to hide their quiet desperation. Eventually they trail kisses down, from your jaw, to your throat, to your chest, leaving a few marks along the way, letting their hands drag down your skin.

They relish in your bare skin, making sure to pay attention to your nipples which have pebbled up from the chill of the fan. The lick and nibble at the soft flesh, occasionally looking up at you playfully, before dropping to their knees, flashing you a playful smile as allowing you to lift your hips and suddenly both your pants and undergarments have vanished into a dimly lit corner.

You watch as they lick their lips in anticipation, biting them softly as they look up at you

"are you ready, my darling~?"

~ • ~

AN: heyo it's the first post from me, an absolute coffee addict. I wanted to start off small but it still ended up being longer than intended. I started off intentionally vague, to hopefully apply to more people, and also challenge myself to perhaps ignore some perceived gendered words.

Let me know what you think! ☕

[nomsfaultau]

Part 3–Finale

When the potion is done, liquid arcs through the air towards them, just barely caught in a bowl. Philza stirs it thrice with a silver spoon, then lifts it to Tommy’s mouth. It’s the most delicious thing he’s ever had, somehow tasting like everything wonderful all at once. Greedy hands reach for the bowl, only for it to be cruelly yoinked away. Tommy’s whines are shushed by Philza. He carefully trickles a few drops into the unconscious Wilbur’s mouth.

A moment, and Wilbur’s throat bobs with a swallow. Philza spoon feeds the drowsy boy as Tommy tries to dip his finger in the soup. Potion? Tasty stuff. Tommy finally swipes some and pops his finger in his mouth, only to jerk back as Philza lightly bops him on the head with the spoon. “This is for Wilbur, you gremlin.”

They’re halfway through the bowl before Wilbur’s eyes flutter open. They’re hazy and dark, or are until they latch onto Philza. Fear trickles in, giving way to sharp panic as he frantically searches the room. “Tommy! What have you done to him!?”

Philza unfolds his wing where Tommy is neatly tucked to him. “Imprisoned in time out for trying to steal your meal.” He fails to catch Tommy’s lunge for freedom, but it ultimately culminates in Tommy clutching Wilbur, who shakily reaches for him, weakly grasping onto his baby brother. His glare falls harshly upon Philza. At once the boy barrages him with a tangled mixture of accusations and questions. “Information never comes free,” Philza hums. “But you may have answers, if you’re willing to bargain.” Wilbur hesitates, then decides to hear his offer. “For every spoonful I will answer a question.”

He weighs it against his starving desperation. Wilbur eyes him suspiciously. “Is the soup harmful?”

“It depends. Harm is a very broad measure.” Wilbur scowls, biting out a response. Philza grins. “Asking what the hell is wrong with me is another question, Wilbur.” He scoops more potion up and holds it to the boy’s lips. After a long, terse pause, he allows himself to be fed. He asks if it’s poisoned. No. Hexed? Debatably. Deadly? You can drown in a few inches of it, probably. Philza is as pedantic as possible for the sake of getting him properly fed, and Wilbur’s scowl only deepens even if his fear does not, too irritated and hungry to do anything but fall into the game. Eventually he starts asking more open ended questions, trying to ascertain what transpired. He shoots Tommy a nasty glare when he’s informed Tommy called upon Philza’s aid, though doesn’t stop cuddling him protectively.

”Is anything you’re telling me even guaranteed to be true?”

Philza grins. “I always liked the clever ones the best. No, I did not promise you the truth in our bargain.” He chuckles at the stricken expression on the boy’s face. “But as a courtesy, I’ll give you a free answer this one time.” Instinct howls, but he smothers it. “On my word, I’ve only given you the truth so far.” Wilbur grumbles, realizing he has no way of verifying it. My, he really is sharp! Philza fondly ruffles his hair, though it only causes Wilbur to tense.

Eventually, Philza deems it best to slow down. Wilbur reaches for the bowl, and Philza floats it out of reach. Wilbur struggles to prop himself up. ”You’ve cursed me! You’ve drained me of strength!” Wilbur protests as a wing lightly traps him in bed.

“Yes, yes, blame the scary witch and not the mundane evil of starvation- Tommy!” The bowl of soup flies up sharply to avoid the boy who is caught pilfering. Tommy sticks out his tongue and scrambles up Philza’s wing in retaliation, climbing towards the prize. Philza squawks as little fingers pull at his feathers and flaps wildly, sending the boy flying. A yelp and a massive pillow appears where Tommy would’ve fallen. Philza hurries over to him, clucking his tongue. He scoops the boy up, only to turn around and find Wilbur stood on the bed, slurping directly from the bowl. Philza sighs. “If you eat too fast after starving it can hurt you.” Wilbur ignores him, sitting back down with his prize to hide the way his legs shook. “Or it could be some terrible wicked potion with malicious effects beyond your wildest nightmares? So devious I evaded all your questions?” Wilbur slows, then shakes his head and continues to drain the broth.

Philza frowns, and the soup flies out of the bowl, swirling overhead. He pushes Wilbur back into bed, tucking him in pointedly. “Now, technically I won’t force you to stay. However! The potion can give you a boost but it can’t erase months of malnutrition. I can’t imagine you’ll make it back to town in your state. Or possibly even out the door.” Wilbur’s eyes narrow sharply. But he doesn’t argue, in part because he really is that weak. He grumpily relents, still glowering suspiciously at Philza the whole time. Tommy is permitted to dip his bread chunks into the broth and is by far the happiest with the situation. Though Philza knows Wilbur needs it far more, he finds it hard to refuse Tommy given how hollow his cheeks are. Both boys are horrifically gaunt.

Wilbur sinks into his pillows the moment the food is gone, fading as the ephemeral bolstering effects wane. “So. What’s the price?”

Philza sighs, and briefly toys with arguing that their bargain is spent now that the potion is gone. It makes his wixen heart hiss to betray a deal like that, but he answers anyways. “Already paid, and nothing of concern. Really now, what have I ever done to earn your mistrust?” Other than be the first adult Wilbur could ever rely on, Philza thinks wryly. Yet his words only cause Wilbur to panic, till Tommy confirms it wasn’t anything ominous at all, even if Philza pressures him not to reveal the question. The boy nestles underwing, clinging onto Philza gratefully. At least Philza’s earned one’s trust, though he suspects he hadn’t lost it to begin with.

But Wilbur’s fleeing was a panicked response to realizing he loved Philza. If he earned it once, Philza is certain he can gently ease that bristling reservation again. Wilbur grumpily allows himself to be nursed back to health over time.

Philza blearily wakes up when a little charmed bell rings on his nightstand, alerting him that the threshold has been crossed. Frankly, he’s surprised they waited till the third night to leave. A testament to how enervated Wilbur is, doubtlessly. He’s been completely bedridden and abundantly despises being doted on. And yet even when he can barely walk he’s trying to run.

Philza groans and sinks into his mattress, dissolving into feathers. In the soft rustle of wings of night, he appears in the darkness, cloaking himself in night so they cannot see him. Philza watches the pair of boys bicker at the entrance. Tommy is trying to refuse to leave, and unlike last time Wilbur doesn’t have the strength to drag him away. Wilbur leans heavily against the doorway, already filled with tremors. He’s painfully bone thin, and Philza can count his ribs through his nightshirt.

”I don’t want to go,” Tommy insists. “It’s nice here.”

“It’s dangerous here,” Wilbur hisses. “Did you see how open he was with his magic? We don’t stand a chance! Now come on, I’m not leaving without you.”

“I can’t watch you starve again, Wilbur!”

”Nor can I,” Philza says softly, letting the cloak of shadow fall from his shoulders. It only hurts slightly when Wilbur immediately tucks Tommy behind him for protection. His legs are shaking with the strain of keeping him upright.

“Why are you helping us!?” Wilbur demands. Philza carefully begins relaying the history, Tommy calling for him and the answer he took as payment, even if he still refuses to let Wilbur know what the question was. But Wilbur rushes past that brusquely, anger sparking. “You’ve been doing this for months! There has to be a terrible price for all this. That’s how witches work! That’s how everything works. Why are you doing this?”

“You just…looked so lonely.” Or maybe it had been his own loneliness shading the image.

“We weren’t. We had each other,” Wilbur spits.

“And no one else.”

“We didn’t need anyone else! We don’t need you, and we never did!”

Philza winces. “You’re scared to open your heart, Wilbur.”

“No, I’m scared of having it stolen.”

“Hearts aren’t stolen, only given. And that love was terrifying to you, and I understand that. It’s horrifying to know your heart is held by another, vulnerable and fragile. I don’t think you can imagine our terror realizing you were dying.“ He cuts over the boy’s protest. “You were dying, Wilbur. In your stubbornness nearly killed yourself. It took immense magic to bring you back from that brink, and I don’t think you understand that. Can you imagine what that would have done to Tommy?” to me? It’s all Philza can think about, that he could have saved his boys from suffering but they were too scared to ask for help.

Something weakens in Wilbur’s hard glare, fear trickling in as he realizes by sacrificing himself for Tommy there would’ve been no one left to care for him. When no longer propped up by his bristling vehemence, Wilbur’s fragile strength gives out. Philza catches him, nestling the boy to his chest and carrying him back to bed. He nudges Tommy along with a wing, and the boy grabs onto his primaries for comfort.

Philza tucks his chicks into bed, making sure the nest is as comfortable as magically possible. The candles dim till only moonlight fills the room. A lullaby hums in his throat, and it isn’t long before Tommy is lured to slumber, curled up comfortably with his brother. Philza plants a kiss to his forehead so that the seeds of sweet dreams might blossom.

“So you really can’t steal hearts?” Wilbur asks softly. There’s almost a fear to it, worried what it means if it’s true.

“No more than any other.”

“It was real, then.” It’s almost a question, but fall short, upset certainty placing the syllables.

“Yes. I vow it on my wixen heart. A heart that roosts in your own chest, so you know.”

“Oh.” Wilbur’s dark eyes are wide in the moonlight, regret welling in them as he realizes he hurt everyone in his panic.

Philza cups his cheek, his dark talons gentle as they brush away the tears. “Worry not. I don’t ever plan on asking for it back.”

The End

Fairytale au where Wilbur and Tommy always had no one but each other. The two young brothers fend for themselves as much they can, but it’s hard. One winter day they get desperate and try scavenging in the woods far past where humans are supposed to go. They find a cozy cottage, and tentatively investigate to find the owner is gone. The boys break in and devour as much as they can because they haven’t had a good meal (or sometimes any meal at all) in so long.

They scarcely notice the crow watching in the window sill, but it notices them. Philza is a very powerful witch, and naturally knew the moment they broke in. But he also has business at the moment, and so only gets back by nightfall. He finds the boys hidden in a cupboard sleeping nearly fused into one another. They didn’t want to get found, of course, but it was so cold outside.

Tommy and Wilbur wake up tucked in a bed. Naturally they flee, terrified of the wrath of a witch. The brothers count themselves lucky for surviving the encounter.

They find the cottage nearly every time they enter the woods now. But the brothers are cautious, a survival instinct beaten deep into their marrow. They avoid the cottage avidly, worried what awaits them.

But then Tommy hasn’t eaten in days, and Wilbur hasn’t eaten even longer than that. And Tommy keeps crying at night and Wilbur would do anything for him. So they enter the cottage. It is empty, or so they think, and so the pair raid the pantries once more.

But they freeze when they realize there’s a witch perched in the rafters, watching them the whole time. Like he’s ready to swoop at a moments notice and twist their necks with his sharp crow’s feet. They run.

But they don’t the next time. Wilbur keeps a wary watch on Philza the whole time as he urges Tommy to keep grabbing food. Wilbur almost expects the door to be locked when they try to leave, but it isn’t. The shadows that cling to the ceiling like fog don’t quite hide the witch’s smile. It sends cold down the both of their backs.

The boys grow a little bolder each time, still cautious, still wary, but assured to some degree the witch only ever watches. They never take anything but food, since all the stories say that’s a death sentence. Still, Wilbur is half way convinced their souls have been stolen already and they just haven’t noticed yet. But it matters little when his brother is starving. The winter is unrelenting in its cruelty, and each time hunger claws at their insides they’re a little quicker to turn to the cottage for warmth and full bellies.

And then one day the cupboard is barren. The witch’s crow lines crinkle as he stares at them. But the house smells of glorious cooking and Tommy scampers off. Wilbur follows, though keeps his eye on the witch the whole time.

They find a table set with three plates. They’re still warm and piled with mouth watering food. The boys have only ever really cooked something if it was dangerous to eat else wise, and it turned out charred more often than not.

The boys dig in, but freeze as the witch appears at the threshold. Philza drinks in the scene, then walks in, claws scraping across the floorboards. There’s no comment as he takes a seat at the side, Tommy having claimed the head of the table. The witch simply begins to dine, and then Tommy, finally Wilbur.

“So. You’re fattening us up to eat us?” Wilbur challenges.

“The pair of you are rather scrawny for that,” Philza says lightly. “Malnutrition tends to do that. I’d be waiting years if that were the case.”

“Then you’re trying to steal our souls!”

“I make no promises either way.” It was almost more soothing than if he’d outright denied it, because then Wilbur would’ve known for sure he was lying. Like this? …well, Wilbur still isn't sure, but his caution feels vindicated.

Caution that still fades over time. They begin to eat more meals than not with the witch. And when blizzards come and they have no other bed to turn to, the brothers find themselves welcomed to the softest pillows and blankets they’d ever known. They keep watch, of course. They always did, instinct ingrained. And then they spend more nights with Philza than without, and nothing ever goes wrong, and they both get so much more sleep if they don't bother with watch…

Gradually, they begin to never leave the cottage at all. There is no food or warmth to be found outside in the terrible blizzards. It just makes sense to stay. And Philza is so lovely to talk to. Wilbur no longer checks over their backs. The scrape of his talons on the floor bring not a shudder but a grin. And anyway the claws are always so gentle when they ruffle through their hair. On the coldest nights the witch’s feathers are so wonderfully soft and warm, so why shouldn’t the boys tuck under wing?

It’s when spring comes that Wilbur realizes something is wrong, so horribly, gut-wrenching wrong. Because there is no excuse to stay anymore, and yet the brothers do.

Wilbur prods the distrust in his gut, the wariness that’s served him his whole life. All he feels for Philza is warm fondness, and that— that is a feeling reserved for Tommy and no other. No, Wilbur knows for sure that whatever the witch has done to them is powerful magic indeed. A thrall inescapable, sly and slow like a poison seeping in until it's too late to cure. No curse is more inescapable and deceptive than mind control. The witch stole their hearts alright, just not in a way Wilbur had known to guard against.

Wilbur will cut out the part of him that feels that way if that’s what it takes. It’s only ever been Wilbur and Tommy, or Tommy and Wilbur. And no one, not even some all-powerful witch, will take that from him.

So quietly, carefully, Wilbur hardens his heart and prepares their escape.

(End part 1)

[thepremedthatwrites]

Things Have Changed

request: Can you plsss do a Peter x reader relationship where the reader is a family friend and Peter has always had a crush on her and idk ends up admitting it to her at night or something and things get very heated like smutty or whatever.

Did I decide to edit this a day early because I'm procrastinating my school work? Perhaps. But anyways, I hope you all like this fic!

warning: smut below the cut

I could feel the beginning of sweat start to drip down the side of my face as I squinted my eyes trying to see the others in the water. The sand was at the border of being too hot to stand on in bare feet, causing me to walk closer to the water where the cold ocean had cooled the ground. “C’mon (y/n)!” Lucy shouted over the sound of the waves crashing into the shore. “The water isn’t even that cold!”

This was a lie and we both knew it. The icy water brushed the tip of my toes as I held back a shudder. At least the water would help me cool off from the unforgiving sun. As I stood contemplating what to do, I felt a hand graze my back. I turned to see Peter walking by me, a grin on his face. “Too scared to run in, (y/n)?” he asked. That was enough to kick me into action as I started to follow him into the water.

“Of course not,” I replied, holding back the instinct to let out a gasp as the cold water wrapped itself around my stomach. Both of our parents stayed by the towels and umbrellas, leaving the ocean to their children as they drank and talked about whatever it is that adults talked about. The blue house that our families had rented stood tall and proud behind our parents, overlooking the beach and whatever sat beyond what reaches of the ocean we could see.

Peter and I came to a halt as we reached where Lucy and Edmund were. “Where’s Susan?” Ed asked as Peter dunked his head under the water.

“I believe she said she was taking a nap,” I replied as Peter’s head reappeared from the dark water. His blond hair was now pressed against his forehead and had become a few shades darker from the weight of the water.

“Watch out! Big wave!” Lucy just managed to shout out the words before my vision was painted white as the wave crashed down on us. I lost control of my body as I let the current drag me around like a rag doll until I felt myself crash into something solid. At first, I thought it was a rock before I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my chest.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” I heard Peter say as my head broke the surface. I gulped in a deep breath of air, the oxygen reaching my lungs as I wiped the salt water out of my burning eyes.

“Thanks,” I managed as the taste of salt water danced down my throat.

“I think some of the water went up my nose.” I heard Edmund say while Lucy was pushing her hair that had been plastered in front of her eyes out of her face. I turned my head to look at Peter whose arms were still around me. The sudden realization of the situation finally dawned on me and I felt my face warm at the close proximity. Suddenly his arms felt like iron chains around me and I couldn’t ignore the feeling of their weight on me. Peter seemed to have also become aware of the sensation of our bodies pressed against each other as he slowly removed his arms from me.

“Sorry,” he said softly, his face now also a light shade of pink.

“Yeah, no worries,” I said quickly. I was suddenly thankful for the large wave coming our way as I turned to face it, focusing my thoughts on not being drowned by the rushing water.

“I almost drowned!” Lucy exclaimed as we all sat around the dinner table. It had been my mom’s turn to cook dinner and so she had made us all steak. I started to cut into the meat as Lucy told Susan all about our adventures in the water. Peter and I had become a bit more quiet since the incident in the ocean. I felt myself stealing glances at him every now and then. Sometimes he had already been looking at me too.

“I’m so happy you guys decided to join us here in the states.” I heard my mom say to the Pevensies’ parents. “I feel like we haven’t seen each other since we moved to America.”

“I know, it seems the kids are having a lot of fun hanging out again,” Mrs. Pevensie replied. I turned back to the conversation but could feel the burning glances Peter occasionally threw at me throughout dinner. I was thankful when dinner was over, trying to wash the dishes as quickly as possible and avoiding being near Peter as much as the confines of the kitchen allowed. The parents had disappeared, most likely to the balcony that overlooked the water to drink some more and catch up on what they had missed in the past five years. As soon as the dishes were done, I excused myself blaming my exhaustion on the sun and went to my room.

I was surprised when I woke up to a dark room. I had expected myself to be unable to sleep and instead toss and turn until the rest of the lights went out in the house. I got up from my bed, checking my phone to see it was around three in the morning. My stomach growled as I turned on my lights. It seems that pushing the food around your plate does little to actually satisfy your hunger. I paused at my mirror before leaving. I brushed out my hair and checked to see that the pajamas I wore were acceptable to be seen by the public. I wasn’t sure if I would run into Peter, he was most likely still asleep, but I wanted to play it safe. I wasn’t sure why I was so concerned about my appearance around him. When we were younger, before my family moved to America, I could have cared less about what he thought of my appearance. But then again, we had been younger then. Five years younger to be exact. We had grown since then. His shoulders had broadened and he had become taller. My body had developed curves where it used to be straight and I had finally grown into myself. We weren’t how we were back in the UK. We were older and more mature.

I shook the thoughts from my mind and opened the door to my room. I walked as quietly as I could past my parents’ room and then past all of the Pevensies’ rooms before reaching the stairs that led to the living area that held the kitchen. I opened the fridge as my stomach automatically growled at the sight of all the food. The best part of being on vacation was the fact that the fridge was always filled with leftovers from dinner. I settled on some of the mac and cheese, spooning some into a bowl before putting it into the microwave. I stood patiently as the whir of the microwave filled the silence that had settled into the room.

“What are you doing up?” I jumped at the voice before turning to see Peter standing by the entrance of the kitchen.

“I was hungry,” I said while pointing my head to the microwave. He walked over to me and I was suddenly thankful I had spent the extra time on my appearance before leaving my room. He wore only a pair of grey sweatpants. I couldn’t help myself and let my eyes wander his exposed abs. He definitely did not have those five years ago.

“I missed seeing you,” he said, causing my eyes to jump from his abs to his ocean blue eyes which I could easily drown in if I weren’t careful.

“Me too,” I replied, my voice much softer than I expected it to be. I cleared my throat before speaking again. “I missed having someone I could annoy like an older brother.” Peter’s face scrunched as he shook his head.

“Please don’t call me an older brother. That’s weird.” I raised an eyebrow at this, my heart racing. All this time I had thought he saw me as another little sister. But if that wasn’t the case, what did he see me as?

“And why is that?” I questioned. Peter’s face seemed to have reddened. I wasn’t sure if it had already been red from the sun and I just hadn’t noticed or if he was blushing. Before he could answer the microwave went off causing me to jump. Peter opened the door, taking the bowl out as steam rose from the food.

He set the bowl down on the counter before turning back to me. His eyes seemed to be studying me. I subconsciously bit my bottom lip in anticipation. I watched as his eyes followed the movement. “You’ve grown a lot since I last saw you,” he finally said.

“And so have you.”

“The thoughts I have about you…” Peter started as he walked closer to me, stopping so that we were almost pressed against each other. “They are not thoughts a brother has about his sister.” He leaned down towards my ear, his hot breath brushing the bare skin behind my ear and sending a shiver down my spine. “That is why it’s weird for you to call me an older brother.” My face must have been the color of a lobster at this point, and I was no longer afflicted with hunger. Instead, lust coursed through my veins. He paused for a moment as if in thought before pressing his lips on the same skin his breath had just caressed. I let out a soft sigh allowing my hand to grasp onto his strong bicep. My other hand had crept around to his stomach, tracing the abs I had just moments before been admiring. He moved his lips, kissing down my neck as I moved my head back to give him more access.

His hands wrapped around my waist before he lifted me into the air. I let out a gasp in surprise before my ass met the cool counter. His eyes looked me up and down, filled with lust and desire. “Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?” he asked. His hands were by my hips as his thumb traced shapes on my thighs. I found myself blushing at his words. Many people had called me beautiful before but the way he spoke it was the same way people sing praises to the gods they worship. He stepped towards me and I opened my legs for him so that he was as close as physically possible.

He stopped for a moment, his eyes meeting mine. They seemed to be saying all the things that had been left unsaid since we had reunited. You’re different. I’m different. These emotions are different. I love you. I wrapped my legs around him, forcing him closer (something I had not thought possible). His hands moved so that they were on either side of me, resting on the counter. My own hands were on his shoulders. I moved one so that it caressed his face. My mac and cheese sat patiently on the counter next to us, expecting to be eaten soon. I had a feeling the bowl would be staying there until the morning. Peter brought his face closer to mine. He paused for a moment, his eyes moving from my lips to my eyes. I gave a slight nod. Then, he kissed me.

We kissed and suddenly I understood what the authors of the romance books I used to read were writing about. He was like a drug. With each touch I needed more. With each kiss I craved just one more moment of the taste of his lips. My hands traveled to his hair as we continued to kiss. His hands wandered my back, traveling beneath the fabric of my t-shirt. I didn’t want to pull away. I wanted to stay like this for eternity. On the other hand, I wanted more. I wanted to connect us even more. I wanted him to fuck me.

I pulled back just long enough for my shirt to be discarded. Then I immediately reconnected our lips. I kissed him hungrily, as if those few seconds apart had left me famished. His hands slipped between us, holding my breasts. A small shudder went down my spine as his thumbs brushed my nipples. His hands continuously moved, as if they weren’t sure what to do with all the newly exposed skin. He squeezed my breasts before letting his hands travel down my stomach, gripping my waist harshly as we continued to kiss.

I could feel a growing wetness between my legs. The feeling of something hard being pushed against my inner thigh informed me Peter was just as turned on. He disconnected our lips, tasting my chin and then neck and then collar bone until he reached my tits. I attempted to catch my breath as his tongue flicked across my nipple. I let out a soft gasp as my back arched in pleasure. He started to suck on my tits, making sure to show great care and attention to both of them. His grip on my waist tightened and I was sure there would be a slight bruise in the morning. I couldn’t bring myself to care at the moment as that slight pain was the only thing keeping me grounded as pure pleasure pulsed throughout my body as Peter continued to kiss and suck and bite on the sensitive areas.

He stopped abruptly, standing upright and looking me directly in the eye. His erection that had been increasing in size and hardness was now protruding from his pants and pressing into the soft skin of my thigh. “When I was younger, I had always felt an attraction to you, (y/n),” he said. His voice was lower than usual and he seemed to be slightly out of breath as he spoke. “I never knew whether it was a friendly attraction or something stronger than that. But the moment I saw you for the first time in five years, I knew the feelings I felt for you...it wasn’t something most people feel. It was something so strong it took everything in me to not fall to my knees in defeat. In a happy defeat where I surrendered my heart to you.” I felt as if my heart was going to burst from my chest as I listened. “My body burns with desire for you (y/n). Please. Let me show you how you make me feel. Let me love you.”

I licked my lips, suddenly aware of how dry my mouth felt. I took a deep breath, hoping some of the fresh night air would clear my lust-clouded mind for a moment. “Yes,” I said. “Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes a million times.” I could feel a large grin growing on my face and Peter was wearing a matching one. He grabbed my face in his hands before bringing us together for a kiss. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen as his hands left my face and traveled down my bare top before playing with the band of my shorts. I inched towards the edge of the counter before sliding off, our lips parting for a moment as my feet hit the ground before immediately reuniting.

He roughly pulled down my shorts and panties in one motion, letting the clothes hit the ground. I followed suit, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers. We parted for a moment, the moonlight shining through the window that sat over the sink allowing enough light so that I could see the true length of him. I had only a few moments to admire him, the thickness of his cock was sure to stretch me out deliciously, before he turned me around. I bent over the counter, the cool stone pressing against my naked skin. His hands gripped my hips to hold me in place before he pushed into me.

I let out a loud moan, causing him to put a hand over my mouth. He stayed in place, leaning over so that his mouth was next to my ear. “We have to be quiet. Unless you want both our families to see what we’re doing.” I nodded in understandance as he stood up straight again. He started by moving slowly. He pulled out halfway before pushing in all the way to the base. I felt my pussy flutter around him. He continued this slow rhythm for a while, testing out the water while stretching me out to fit him completely.

Once I felt myself start to adjust he started to go faster. I could feel the edge of the counter dig into my stomach each time my body was thrusted forward. My breasts moved in rhythm with Peter, my weight being supported by my forearms which were propped on top of the counter. His fingers dug into my hips as he fucked me. The kitchen was filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and our muffled moans as we did our best to stay quiet. The smell of sweat and sex hovered in the room. The moon acted as a spotlight for our indecent act. My vision was obstructed by my hair which was now a mess, strands of it sitting in front of my face.

“Peter, please,” I moaned quietly. I could feel myself getting closer, my legs now weaker than before as my arms were the only thing holding me up. Peter sensed this, using his hands that were on my hips to lift me up. I felt my mouth open, but no noise came out as my mind became overtaken with pleasure. I could hear Peter let out a groan as I felt myself collapse around him. I let my head fall forward as I attempted to recover from my orgasm. The pleasure started to become more bearable as Peter continued to fuck me. His thrusts were becoming more desperate. Just as I started to think he couldn’t be any rougher, he pulled out.

“Get on your knees,�� he commanded. The way he spoke brought butterflies to my stomach. He spoke much more forcefully than before, his voice laced with lust as he was too concerned with his own release to speak gently to me. I obeyed, opening my mouth for him unprompted. I started moving my head for him, wanting to make him feel just as good as he made me feel. His head fell back as his hip thrusted forward. I fought back the reflex to gag as his cock buried itself deep within my throat. His hand pushed on the back of my head, keeping me in place as I felt the beginning spurt of a warm and bitter liquid shooting down my throat. I swallowed all of it greedily, wanting to have as much of Peter as I could.

As the last drop of his cum slid down my throat, he slowly pulled away. I wiped away the small dribble of drool that had fallen down my chin. I looked up at him and he looked down at me, a smile on his face. His hand ran down the side of my head before caressing my face. I slowly got up, my legs still slightly weak. “Wow,” I said, slightly out of breath. Peter let out a soft chuckle before pulling me in for a kiss. We quietly got dressed. Peter grabbed my hand, leading me to his room. Our clothes didn’t stay on for too long as they quickly found their way to his bedroom floor. The night was filled with whispers of confessions of love, hands in hair, and lips pressed on naked skin. The next morning I would wake up, afraid that it had all been a dream before I turned to see Peter’s face on the pillow next to me. Then, a smile matching Peter’s sleepy one would form on my face.

[ripperdoc-is-daddy]

All’s fair in Love and War

TW: Mentions of bodily fluid, Playful sexual violence, Crude Humor, reciprocating oral spicyness, voyeurism, Language. MINORS DNI!!!

*Reader is a black female.*   Sanemi opened the door to his home, work keycard in his mouth and a tired look in his eyes. It had been another long day. The FNG in Hydro has failed to do a tag out so they wasted time trying to get that covered. From there it had spiraled out enough that he has just checked out mentally and gone on autopilot. Thinking about it logically it made sense the new kid would make mistakes. But that didn’t stop it from being the most annoying thing ever. Luckily, the day was over. He was home and he could finally rest up.

Sanemi opened the door to his home, work keycard in his mouth and a tired look in his eyes. It had been another long day. The FNG in Hydro has failed to do a tag out so they wasted time trying to get that covered. From there it had spiraled out enough that he has just checked out mentally and gone on autopilot. Thinking about it logically it made sense the new kid would make mistakes. But that didn’t stop it from being the most annoying thing ever. Luckily, the day was over. He was home and he could finally rest up.

He stepped over the threshold, removed his shoes, and jacket, emptied his pockets out into the side dish he kept for keys and other miscellaneous items then proceeded further into his abode. Stretching his arms out he turned into his kitchen to see you snacking on his gelato. In his home. At his table. You looked up, beaming at him, and waved. Spoon hanging out your mouth. His eyes narrowed at you. “Why are you eating my food?” he questions you gruffly. “Gimmie that. Work was long. I need it.” Closing the distance between him and the delicious, icy treat you held in your hands. He snatched the container from you and took the spoon out of your mouth. You pout at him while he ignores you and starts chowing down. Sitting at his table because chairs be damned right now. “When I gave you a key, I didn’t think you would come over just to steal my food.” He mumbles in-between bites. Glaring at you. 

   You roll your eyes and steal a bite from him. “I wanted to surprise you when you got home. Then I got hungry so I grabbed a snack. Want me to reimburse you so you don’t break the bank ‘nemi?” you tease. He bops your nose lightly with his spoon. “I am not that hard up. You are replacing this since you ate over half of it,” he replies. Tone indicating it is in jest. You huff playing along with him and lean over the table and his lap whining. “Sanemiii that’s not fair! How could I know you were going to do a rare day of overtime? Can you blame me for wanting a lil’ snacky snack?” You look up at him with pleading eyes. Now it is his turn to roll his eyes at you and shake his head. Setting the spoon and frozen treat down on the table he leans over just enough to put your ass in range of his wingspan. He gave it a quick n’ firm smack. “All’s fair in love and war, gorgeous.” Purring the words out.

  He stood up abruptly, quickly dislodging you from his lap as he put away his treat and contemplated his next move. You had managed to not fall over from your leaning position on the table when he had gotten up and were now glaring at him. He was pointedly ignoring you as he thought about what he wanted to do so you got up and left the kitchen. Heading up his stairs to his bathroom so you could brush your teeth. Things were comfortable enough between the two of you that you had a few amenities here at his place. You weren’t sure about moving in and he had never broached the topic. It was a safer idea to let him bring it up and not push it.

Not long after you finished and were in the process of flossing you felt a pair of hands on your waist and a pair of warm lips on your neck. “Move, I need to piss.” The words were spoken with an underlying tone of lust that didn’t match what had been said. You step off and give him space as he moves and does his thing at the toilet. He bumps you to the side as he washes his hands. Earning another glare from you. The fair-haired man gives you a cheeky grin and begins to divest himself of his shirt and pants. He saw you gawking at him and chuckled. “Enjoying the show?” He queries, tone laced with lust. You meet his eyes briefly then turn away throwing your used floss away. “No idea what you are talking about.” Take that! You weren’t going to be that easy.

His smile never fell and he shrugged. “Whatever, I’m going to take a shower so enjoy the show or get the hell out so I can bathe in peace, woman,” Sanemi spoke frankly as he stepped in the shower and turned on the water. He moaned in pleasure as the warm water rained down on him. Quite literally. He had 2 rainfall showerheads with RGB. He had no real purpose for the RGB but you enjoyed them so he left them up there. Running his calloused hands over his face, he took a moment to just let the stress of the day melt off his body. Muscles finally unclenching and loosening up.

You were entranced. Sanemi’s body wasn’t anything new for you. Y’all had been together for a while now. But this show. Now, this was it. He was completely at peace and that was hot on its own. Normally he had up some sort of guard. Never quite exposing the softer side of himself fully. At this moment, however, he was just existing as a regular man. Not playing the tough guy the scars on his face gave credence. You moved over, lowered the lid on the toilet, pulled your knees up to your chest, and watched, transfixed. He paid you no mind as he begins to lather up his hair in his shampoo. He, like you, had a set routine for his haircare. He would often help you on wash days. Untangling your hair, helping you do twist-outs while product set in. He had even gotten a portable on the head hair dryer to help it penetrate the shaft of your hair. Then there were his scalp massages. Those were enough to send you to another plane of existence. He always insisted on doing them when he rinsed your hair.

Returning your focus to him you observed as he rinses out the shampoo. It was a quick treatment. Then he applied the peach vinegar treatment that he needed to leave on for about 5 minutes. You registered him asking you to set a timer for him on your phone and complied. He thanked you and grabbed one of your bars of craft soap. Frowning you figured this was his way of getting payback for eating his gelato. Whatever. He was going to smell like Washington Pine, Lilac, and huckleberry. You can see he was now registering and he turned to look at you frowning. “Why is this fruity shit in here?” he queried annoyed. “Says the man who has peach-scented hair treatments.” you snap back playfully. He flips you off and continues to lather up his body. “Whatever, the real question is how did you manage to find a bar of soap that smells like an entire state?” You shrug and grunt in reply.  

“Wake the fuck up Sam-” the alarm is cut off short as a stiletto-nailed finger silences it. “Time to rinse that ish out ‘nemi. Want some help?” You ask while checking your social media. “Sure, why not?” he grunts. You quickly strip while he watches, scooching over so you have space in the shower. You sat down on one of his benches and gestured for him to sit as well. Sanemi doesn’t look like it but he is bougie as fuck. He likes to joke that the two of you are “Sophistaratchet”. 

His Shower is set up so there are 2 sealed, ebony benches on the far wall. It is more length than width. Still wide enough for 2 people to stand side by side. The second shower head is opposite of the first. As long as nobody is standing behind him then the spray will hit whoever is standing in the middle thus giving a full-body rain experience. The doors are glass and sit on top of a black and green marble ledge. The tiles in the shower are all matching Black and green marble with any metal features such as door handles or the shower heads themselves being in a gold finish. He complies with your request and sits down. His torso is out of the spray but letting his legs still get caught up in it. He bends forward at the waist so you don’t use the stupid cup you had in there to rinse his head. He could just close his eyes while you ran your hand through his hair and made sure the water worked its way through and washed out the vinegar solution. Which is exactly what you both did. You were rewarded with a moan of happiness. Music to your ears. Your boyfriend was never ashamed to show his appreciation to you when you both were alone. You turned awkwardly to grab his peach conditioner from its set-in wall nook and began to lather in his white tresses. He leans back away from the water enough to let you get to work in his hair. Soon you were rewarded with a happy hum as your fingers massaged his scalp. Not as good as he did it to you but enjoyable nonetheless. Once you were done with that, he sits up straight eyes closed. Figuring since you were wet you may as well clean yourself up you set his conditioner aside as you grab for the soap, he had earlier only to have your hand snatched away. “Mine,” he whispers harshly, eyes still closed. If it wasn’t for his actions, you would have thought he was asleep or meditating. “You mean mine. That is my soap sir. You just borrowed it.” You continued to try and reach for your soap only to be denied. “Mine.” The man reiterates. You turn towards him to tell him off but are cut short by the hungry look in his eyes. You swallow thickly and chuckle. “That’s cute. Now let me gooo. I need to clean up!” you whine pathetically. One of his eyebrows quirk up and he rolls his eyes, again. He released your arm but pushed you back down on the bench. You start swearing at him as you watch him grab a shower hair band and put it over his head and settle on his crown. Now that his hair is out of his face, he turns to face you. His face is menacing. You scoot away from him not sure what he is intending. He appears to have plans and you are in a shower. Whatever lesson he has planned for you, NOOOOPE! Not in this slippery area. You tried to get away but were stopped by his arms snaking around your waist this time and pulling you towards him. “Aht-aht,” you are chastised as he leans you over his lap. His erect being in your face. “That’s mine, your mine, and the gelato was mine. You took it without asking. Now you need to make it up to me.” A wet hand smacks your equally wet ass with no mercy. You start to protest but a secondary smack shuts you up. You look at the girthy mass in front of you and feel heat spread across your cheeks. Your man had his moods but normally he wasn’t as domineering as he was now but you also don’t make it a habit of eating his snacks. “Looking at it isn’t going to solve your problem. Suck,” he orders. Taking a nervous swallow, you comply with his orders and flick a tentative lick against his member. You can feel his eyes boring down on you as you work up the nerve to actually take him into your mouth. He has length and girth and every time you went to give him dome, it always leaves your jaw sore. Your tongue swirls around the tip and you hear him grunt with frustration. “Hurry it up.” Another smack to your ass, and you go down with a whine. The vibrations elicited a purr of approval from him. A hand comes up and buries itself in your locs. You begin to bob your head, being mindful of your own gag reflex. He tentatively begins to thrust up into your warm mouth. Testing to see how far you were going to let him push it. He still wanted this to be a pleasurable experience for both of you.

You pull off with a loud slurping noise and nod your head "ok," then resume. You make sure to cover your teeth with your lips so you don’t accidentally graze him with them. One of your hands going to massage his balls. You slurping giving him some sloppy sloppy. Alternating between giving him a warm, wet cavern to thrust into, humming a bit before removing him from your mouth, and licking him like a lollipop. You love the feeling of his veins across your tongue. Paying special attention to his glands. Your boyfriend was mewling and turning into putty in your mouth.

His thrusting started to have more intention behind them as he began to lose himself in your mouth. He was no longer letting you up for anything more than air. As much as he loves it when you slurp his cock, he wants the warmth. He doesn’t want to dance around it. He wants to blow his load sooner than later and down your throat. The best way to achieve that was for you to keep those puffy, satiny soft lips wrapped around his dick, and sucking. You were going to town. Lost now in your pleasure. He had no idea what tune you were humming but you could keep going. You were enthusiastically attempting to get him down your throat. A valiant effort. Your face pressed up against his base moaning lasciviously. The random spritzes of water from the showerheads clean off any saliva that would have run from your mouth down his balls. Which your hand was working magic on. Some men didn’t like to have their nuts fondled. Some men only liked it when they touched it. He normally fell into the latter camp but with you, he made the exception. You paid attention to how he would handle himself during masturbation and learned well. Palming him just the way he liked it. You knew when to tug, when to rub, you knew his body so well and he was grateful for moments like these that the two of you ever crossed paths.

He was pushing your head down and thrusting up into your mouth unraveling at the seams. Hands alternating between a gentle pull when he wanted the pressure higher or lower up to a harsh push when he wanted that lil’ dangly thing in the back of your throat slamming past his tip. Sanemi started babbling to himself about how amazingly sweet you felt and how delicious you look choking him down like that. Rambling words of encouragement as he felt the need rise up to blow his load. The closer he got the more frantic his thrusts and the more you had to slap his leg to get him to calm the fuck down. Eventually, the dam has to break and break it did. He howled and threw his head back while he used both hands to hold your head in place as he released himself into your mouth. A stream of cum dripped down your chin back onto him as he shot ribbon after ribbon of hot white jizz in your mouth. He didn’t know if you swallowed this time or not. He was too busy riding out the waves that were his orgasm coming in.

He briefly remembered to release your head and set his hands beside his legs and rode out his pleasure. A minute or so later he looks over at you with ravenous eyes. You were rinsing your mouth out with water you had collected in your hands. His gaze roamed across your deliciously wet, coffee brown body and he could not contain himself. Out of the corner of your eyes, you caught him making his way toward you. You let out a meep and try once more to lean away from him “Aren’t you satisfied?” you whine. Your jaw was sore and you wanted a little bit of peace. It was always fun with Sanemi but you thought he went a wee bit overboard with the thrusting. Guess that meant your head game was up. Now you want to know why he is looking at you like he didn’t just get his. You knew the man had at least 5- minute recovery in-between sessions and it couldn’t have been more than two, three tops so he most definitely wasn’t ready to go again. A quick glance at his groin showed his flaccid penis underneath the wet white hairs of his groin that made a little happy trail up to his navel. So that wasn’t it.

Your distraction was all he needed. He pounced on you and laid your back flat across the benches. Spreading your legs apart, you were about to complain when you felt a warm, and gentle suck against your clit. “Ooooh” you gasped as it clicked to you. Sure, he had been satisfied but he wasn’t satisfied yet. Not until he gave you yours. He nuzzled himself into your mound and looked up at you, amethyst orbs pleading for permission. As much as he wanted to feast on you as a starving man would, he needed your consent to do so. If you said no, he would turn it off and resume his normal shower. Thankfully you nodded your agreement enthusiastically and used a hand to guide him back to your center. That was all the guidance he needed.

Sanemi’s tongue licks rapidly at your clit. Alternating sucking and licking. Some days you preferred sucking, others licking, today you didn’t seem to have any real preference. A finger began probing at your folds. Teasing up and down before carefully penetrating you. Slowly stroking up, matching with each time he would suck on your nub. Little mewls started to make their way from your mouth. You were starting to squirm. Every time you did, he would growl which just made you do it more because of the vibrations. He finally gave you a warning smack to your thigh and you coughed out an “Ok...ok. Calm down.” caught between a lusty groan and yelp from his open hand impacting your soft, sensitive wet skin. You were once again going to protest his actions but thought against it as a second finger was added to the first. Pumping you steadily. Occasionally, he would lick down towards your vaginal canal as he was fingerfucking you. Trying to get more of your sweet taste. This man is a connoisseur. He loved eating food and he loved eating pussy. He could just go for as long as you would allow him to.

You were sopping and he was here for it. He pumped in time with your humping on his fingers. You enjoyed the basic fingering but he wanted to really set you off. He started feeling around for the rough, fleshy patch he knew would do it. Suddenly you moaned so gutturally that he knew with no mistake he had found your g-spot like he had been searching for. He began his relentless assault on your clitoris and g-spot. He didn’t let up no matter how much pulled back on his hair. That only encouraged him to go further. Drive you well over the edge. And over the edge, you went. On one of his thrusts, he felt you clenching, muscles pushing and pulling rhythmically at his fingers. He quickly replaced his fingers with his mouth and he happily lapped up your cum.

By the time it was all said and done you were a shaking and quivering mess. Releasing you from his hold he removed the headband from his head and resumes his shower as if nothing had just happened. You gave him the bird and decided to just lay there and enjoy the sounds of the shower. Your man wasn’t a complete ass though. He began to wash your body and hair. A quick conditioner treatment cuz it was getting really humid in the bathroom and neither one of y’all wanted to be stuck in there much longer. Both of y’all did a final rinse then got out and dried off. You went to brush your teeth again while he exited the bathroom. Just before he was out, he, in a bored tone, offhandedly commented “You still owe me another gelato.”

It was at that moment that he cleared the room that you realized this man had been plotting your unconditional defeat from the moment he stood in the kitchen after smacking your ass. He had actually planned this entire attack just to get you where you are now. Post-orgasm bliss and therefore more compliant. You swore under your breath and you grabbed your phone and angrily went to check and see if NomRush delivered.

Like he said earlier “All’s fair in love and war.”

[sh1tbird-shantytown]

Thinking about this and the fact that Steve’s dad probably got mad at him for something when he was like 12 and told him that he was a mistake and that he wishes they’d had an abortion but the worst part is that his mom agrees with him and eventually he gets so used to it that he stops crying himself to sleep at night and when high school starts, he gets the name of king Steve and gets his attention from that but then Billy comes along and steals the light but eventually Billy finds out and decides to share the spotlight with him

i’ll let you in on my little secret.

i have this whole brain filing cabinet filled with, like, behind the scenes lore from that post.

some of which are:

- steve’s parents definitely had a nanny for steve. her name was emily/mrs. dickinson. steve’s called her gram. she was 65 when she started caring for steve. up until he was fifteen and then she passed. hers was steve’s first funeral. steve made his father pay for the service. they fought on the topic for three weeks straight.

- steve made everyone at school think his dad was this protective asshole. and that if anyone snitched or made fun of him, they’d be punished. but, he knew if he was caught, his father would only blame steve for what went wrong.

- once he got to middle school, he dropped the “great father” act and teamed up with someone from every clique. he had band buddies who were also ok the swim team, he had punk friends who handed out the best relaxers, metal pals who invited him to out of town gigs to thrash too, he even had a few friends in the dancing sequence who would teach him more classical techniques. ask steve harrington to a dance and you’re dancing for sure.

- he devoted weekends to perfecting his looks and street smarts rather than studying. he worked up his confidence and charm. he learned to read people.

- the problem with steve’s mom is she never outright says anything mr. harrington says is right, but she never says he’s wrong either. she nods occasionally, but she’s not herself around her husband. not the same woman the town respects her as.

- when billy hargrove shows up, steve immediately kind of shuts down seeing him take over so quickly. because it took steve years to build up the power he had, and hargrove just stepped right in like it was a full-fitting glove. steve doesn’t speak a word to anyone for three weeks straight. it’s the talk of the school, everyone trying to get a peep out of him.

- billy’s so determined to hear steve’s voice for the first time that he pulls so much shit. shoves into lockers, smacking trays out of steve’s hands, stealing folders, only playing against steve in gym class, following him everywhere (even the bathrooms)

- steve finally breaks his silence just after week three when billy snatches his change of clothes. steve stands there in the locker room naked and shivering a little. he asks, “enjoying the show, hargrove?” and billy’s so shocked it finally worked that he drops the clothes and just… let’s steve pick them up and change.

- the next day billy’s arm is slung over steve’s shoulder before they even make it inside the school. they’re each smacking gum in their mouths like it’s an ad.

- steve’s a little self-conscious and he can’t fully trust billy even though the guy hasn’t outwardly done anything untrustworthy. but, billy proves his loyalty by fully shunning tommy. steve doesn’t ask for a thing and yet he always gets what he needs from billy. homework he didn’t have time to finish, a spoon he forgot to grab before sitting down for lunch, water after practice. billy’s got his back all the time.

- billy is the first person steve ever tells about his parents. how they hate him honestly. and it’s the same for billy. he never says it out loud because the words always get caught in his throat, but he tells steve enough stories for him to quickly catch on.

- it takes less then two months for them to suck it up and steve’s actually the one to ask billy outright if he’s be up for a date. billy “thinks about it” all day and says goodbye with a yes and a promise of attendance later that friday night.

- then they live happily ever after….more or less

[ynscrazylife]

Heyo my fav tumblr fic writer, could I pls request a fic where younger sister reader is arguing with Yelena over something small like an outfit, or a party, or something sisterly and Yelena says something meaner than she shouldve, but then the blip happens, Yelena dusts, reader is really going through it all at once, so I understand if it’s hard to write this fic but I wouldn’t ask anyone else :)) tyyy

The Party That Went Wrong

Summary: Yelena and Y/N get into an argument where Yelena says something she doesn’t mean. What will Y/N do when she disappears in the blip?

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting!

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“Will you tell me why you’re so grumpy instead of sulking around and ignoring me?” Y/N finally asked, letting the words that had bubbled up in her chest out. Ever since they had returned from a party they went to the previous night, Yelena had been giving her dirty looks and refusing to talk to her, and Y/N was determined to go Nancy Drew and figure out why.

Yelena, who had been sitting across her with a pout on her face and was twirling her spoon in her oatmeal, suddenly dropped the utensil. It clattered against the bowl and tipped into the oatmeal like an ingredient in a brewing potion. Her chair screeched against the floorboards as she pushed it back and stood up to leave.

Y/N huffed, annoyed at her older sister’s behavior. “Yelena!” She cried.

This stopped the blonde in her tracks and she spun around on her heels, shocking Y/N with the intense flare in her eyes. “You want to know why I’m ‘sulking around and ignoring you’?” She exclaimed, imitating her.

Y/N’s lips pulled together tightly. “Yes,” she hissed through grit teeth, cheeks reddening.

“Because when we got back from the party last night, guess who got yelled at by Melina? ME, not you!” She cried, breathing heavily.

Y/N leapt forward in her seat. “How are you blaming that on me? I don’t control what Melina does!” She retorted.

Yelena bit her lip. “Because you’re the youngest and you have some sort of talent that— I mean, with your puppy dog eyes and—!” She started.

Y/N threw her hands up in the air. “Are you kidding me?! I’m not a witch,” she bit back.

“Well you might as well be, because somehow you manage to get out of everything!” Yelena said.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “What are you talking about?” She asked.

“When Natasha and I went into the Red Room, you got out of it because you were ‘too young’! You know nothing about what we went through!” She yelled.

Y/N stood up. “Would you rather me have gone through the Red Room?” She yelled back.

This quieted Yelena. She didn’t say anything for a moment, too angry too, and that was almost scarier than her actually speaking. “Of course not. I wouldn’t want anything to go through that. But I was young, too. Natasha was young. But you ran away. You evaded them. Somehow, you knew what to do to avoid it!” She said in a low voice.

Y/N glared. “When I saw them carry you and Natasha away, unconscious — of course I ran! I was five and I was terrified!” She said, and then paused for a moment before continuing, speaking in a low voice to match Yelena. “But if you knew anything about me, you’d know that I did not simply ‘get out of the Red Room’.”

She turned around, not bothering to wait for Yelena’s reaction, and walked right out of the house through the back door. As soon as she stepped outside, the sun was shining on her and the autumn air filled her nose. This started the process of calming the anger fueling her and she decided to go on a walk, digging her feet into the grass as she did, soaking it all in.

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About half an hour later, when happiness replaced her anger, she decided to start walking back. It took her around ten minutes, as she did walk quite far, but she knew the way. She always did love walking around outside the house, especially when it was autumn. The red and orange leaves were just gorgeous.

Turning the handle and stepping inside, the quietness sent a chill down her spine, one she couldn’t explain. It wasn’t like the house to be this quiet. There was always a sound to hear. Whether it be Alexei boasting about his good ole days with Captain America or Yelena showing off her new vest, Y/N couldn’t count the amount of times she had wished for just a moment of silence.

Now, she wished for anything but silence.

Y/N first reminder herself that nothing was wrong. Nothing could be wrong. But as she navigated the house, it became quiet clear that despite the house being filled with three people when she left and the signs of it being lived in there, it was deserted. Empty. They were gone.

Where had they went?

Unable to whip up a sensical explanation, she slipped her phone out of her pocket and scrolled through her contacts. Just as she was about to tap on Yelena’s, the T.V — which had previously been showing its unusual nonsense that Y/N had gained the ability to block out — switched dramatically, catching her attention.

“Breaking news!” A man’s voice thundered.

Y/N turned around and became enchanted by it, having a sinking feeling that perhaps this could be related to her family . . .

“Reports from all over the world are claiming that people, animals, any living being have been disappearing into dust for the past couple minutes!” Y/N’s eyes widened at this and she felt faint. Whatever this was - it couldn’t be happening. People don’t just disappear.

“There have been a handful of videos uploaded to social media showcasing this,” the man continued before the screen switched to show one of those videos. A shaky camera was recording as all around them, in the park, people - just like the man had said - were disintegrating into dust all over.

Vomit wormed its way up her throat as she realized that her family were now reduced to piles of dust, too. They were gone.

The sound of her cell phone ringing snapped her attention away from the television and she looked down, shocked for a moment to see her eldest sister as the Caller ID. She couldn’t deny the massive sigh of relief she took, though, because that meant that Natasha was alive.

“Nat?”

Her voice came out smaller than she intended and in it the sound of her holding back tears was evident. The weight of this situation was falling onto her and, as the minutes ticked by, she realized that this wasn’t a cruel trick.

“Y/N. Thank god. Is—?”

Y/N knew the question that she was about to ask and, with the tears pooling in her eyes, didn’t think she could answer it. So she interrupted it with a question of her own.

“What happened?”

There was a noticeable pause before Natasha spoke, her voice quieted as she wrestled with it to remain in control. “We were fighting against this monster named Thanos who wanted to eliminate half of the population. We did our best but — he succeed,” she said, disappointed.

Y/N didn’t respond. She forced herself to turn away from the television as more videos of people disappearing were being shown.

“Are Yelena and—?” Natasha began to ask.

“Gone.”

Y/N stared ahead blankly at the wall, trembling as she was just about managing to prevent herself from collapsing on the ground. Any second now and her tears would rush out. She knew it.

This time, Natasha’s pause was longer. So long that at some point, Y/N wasn’t even sure that she was still on the phone, but kept a tight grip on her phone nonetheless, almost as if had she let go, the redhead would disappear, too.

“I’m coming to Russia,” was Natasha’s final statement.

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Sure enough, Natasha held true to her word. When she walked through the door, Y/N practically feel into her arms, sobs racking her body. Through her sniffs, she managed to get out, “Y-Yelena and I argued. She said that I had gotten out of the Red Room. Now she and Alexei and Melina are all . . . they’re all gone. She’s gone and she h-hates me!” 

Natasha held her as her cries grew louder, desperately trying to prevent her own tears from coming. She had cried enough in the past couple days. Now she had to be strong for her younger sister. 

“Shh, shh. Yelena didn’t hate you,” Natasha comforted softly, but still firmly. 

Y/N pulled away and showed her puffy red guys and wrangled hair. “You didn't hear her. You didn’t see her,” she argued. 

Natasha just pulled her into another hug, shaking her head. “I know,” she agreed. “But trust me, no one like us can ever hate their sister.” 

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“Y/N?!” 

That voice struck Y/N to her place, effectively ending the train of thought that had been stringing its way in her head. She knew the Avengers had won, she had seen Iron Man sacrifice himself with her own eyes, but this still didn’t feel real. Like a dream. And now it was. Her voice brought it all to light. 

Slowly, she turned around, and there she was met with the sight she had longed to see for the past five years. Yelena, standing in front of her, just as how she remembered her. The same clothes, the same hairstyle, everything. 

Y/N, not thinking, bounded into her arms with such a force that it knocked the blonde back. Nonetheless she regained her footing and steadied herself, wrapping an arm around her younger sister. Immediately, the memories whizzed back, all falling onto one another and mixing until she thought clearly. 

“Oh my god - Y/N. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry for what I said. I take it all back. I - you must hate me. And you have every right to, I mean, I-”

Y/N pulled back and, to Yelena’s shock, wore a big smile. “I don’t hate you. No one like us can ever hate their sister,” she recited, thrilled to have Yelena back. 

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[yandere-sins]

Hiii, it's my first time here !! I wonder if you could ask my question, if possible of course of Yandere Geralt of Rivia...

Imagine a scenario where the reader is from our world and went to Geralt's world, then the reader find him at him and tells his story and asks for help to return to his home... Of course, as time goes by, Geralt becomes "sick with love " for the reader to the point of becoming Yandere.

Note: the reader sees Geralt as best friend or older brother.

Thanks for your request ♥

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You were simply relieved you weren’t alone. 

There were a lot of terrible things that could happen to you, reaching from being mauled by a monster to cut down by a sword, and so, so many gruesome things more. Whatever Geralt saw in you, you were glad it didn’t make him leave you alone to your misery, no matter how strange you were.

Truthfully, you weren’t even a good choice as a squire, but aside from grumbling about your unhelpfulness when it came to battle, Geralt hadn’t driven you away. Despite being rough around the edges, he truly was the hero you needed in your predicament, and for that, you were thankful. 

Whatever you could do, you did, may it be fetching water or helping set up a tent. While the life of a traveling witcher was nothing you wished to pursue forever, you put up with everything you could so that you wouldn’t end up on your own again. The first week spent stumbling through the wild and running from monsters had been enough bad experience in this world for you. Now, your mind was only on one thing: Getting home.

It probably was a luxury to have Geralt’s help in not dying and achieving your goal, but all the more, you were relieved that whatever power made you fall into this strange world had enough mercy to send you this angel of a man. No matter how many dirty, uncomfortable looks you got for being with him whenever you two came into a town, you would endure them, knowing Geralt was the key to make this situation just a memory and send you back home to your family.

Home. It sounded heavenly. 

You sighed deeply, slowly awaking from your slumber. It couldn’t have been long that you fell asleep, the campfire still burning lively next to you. You still felt tired, but something was different than usual. Heavy even.

Pulling down the blanket you had wrapped yourself with, you saw the big arm laying around you, making you realized the heat of a second body in your back. Geralt never slept closer than necessary to you, but without the need to guess, he was definitely sleeping right beside you, spooning you from behind. 

With a flushing heat rising to your face, you were too embarrassed to say anything, even though his arm alone was too heavy to fall asleep with again. He might have accidentally fallen asleep next to you after having some drinks before bed and mistaken you for someone to cuddle up to. But waking him wasn’t an option. Geralt struggled with his sleep enough as it is; you wouldn’t dare to interrupt him and cause a scene. But the reality was very different from what you assumed. 

You heard him take a deep breath as he buried his face into the nape of your neck, not shy to pull away the fabric covering you and pushing his face into your skin. As you listened to him mutter your name, you felt a cold shudder run down your spine, but you tried not to make him notice you were awake. “[Name], [Name], [Name]...” he mumbled, and you bit your lip. The way he said your name always made it sound reproachful, despite you not remembering what you did wrong that day. 

“Look at you, letting your guard down. Don’t you know that I...”

His voice trailed off as you felt him shift suddenly. You reacted quickly, pretending to be fast asleep with your eyes closed and lips slightly parted innocently. Geralt let out a small chuckle before you felt him reach over you, dragging his thumb over your lip. “What are you dreaming about? Your heart is racing.”

Realizing you forgot the first thing about Witcher - their heightened senses - you didn’t know how to help yourself other than stirring a little in your sleep, putting on a frown. Sure enough, that made him halt in his tracks and back away a little, as if he feared you waking up. Only when you settled down again did Geralt relax as well, returning to his spooning position. 

“Seriously...” he kept muttering. “How am I supposed to go on like this? Every time we meet a Sorceress, I am afraid she will have a way to send you home.”

Something about his words gave you a sad impression. Almost as if parting would hurt him, but you weren’t sure if this was just your impression or if the tiny bit of his past that he told you about actually gave him this fear. In your eyes, Geralt was fearless and kept his composure no matter what, but what if you had misjudged him?

“I’d like to keep you all to myself. Lock you up and never let you go. Maybe when we get to Kaer Morhen, I could--”

This time, his voice halted suddenly, and he rose again from behind you. “Are you awake?” he asked, quiet still as if he was hoping you were asleep after all. You simply remained in your pretend sleep, taking an audible breather and hoping it would fool him. He remained in this careful stiffness for a while before he finally drew back. Immediately, you were surrounded by the chilly air of the night as his body disappeared, but before you dared to attempt to move around, you heard more of his mumbles.

“No, I can’t. I shouldn’t... It’s not right...”

What couldn’t he do?

You were ready to blame all the gibberish you had just heard on the mead you two had before bed, but the questions didn’t seem to stop circling your mind. Geralt seemed to fall asleep somewhere a bit further away, while you felt wide awake now. You couldn’t believe that Geralt - of all people! - could have developed any kind of feelings for you. But why else would he be worried about your return? Why would he say those things about locking you up?

Way too freaked out, you tried to make sense of what you had witnessed. Certainly, he didn’t want you to be awake as it went down, but now that you knew, you were left conflicted. Part of you kept getting goosebumps as you remembered the feeling of his face pressed into your shoulder and his words echoing in your ear. The other part tried to justify it with any and all reasons like the alcohol, loneliness maybe. There was no sleep for you after all, and Geralt kept stealing irritated glances at you the following day until he finally asked, “Are you okay?” 

You flinched after being suddenly addressed, not even your exhaustion able to tear you out of your thoughts that still pondered about the last night. “Oh, yeah! I’m fine,” you tried to assure him, and he contemplated your response for a bit before replying, “There’s this place we should go to next. Maybe we can find some books on portals there.”

“Sounds good,” you chuckled. Nervosity spread inside of you as you hoped he didn’t mean the place that he was talking about last night. 

“I grew up there. You might even be able to sleep in a bed for a change. Kaer Morhen is also safe and...”

After that part, your mind simply shut off as the word kept repeating over and over in your head. Kaer Morhen. Kaer Morhen. Kaer Morhen. Kaer Morhen.

Kaer Morhen, lock up, never let go.

“...and it isn’t far from here,” he finished his explanation, looking at you as he waited for an answer while you could feel the horror showing in your expression. The red flags were so abundantly clear by now, but you absolutely refused to think this way about him. He wasn’t a bad man, he would never... or?

There were a lot of terrible things that could have happened to you on this journey, but you had put all your trust into Geralt to keep you safe. To help you. To be a companion so you wouldn’t be lonely. And until the end, you hoped Geralt wouldn’t turn out to be the monster or the sword you feared so much.

But who could tell what he’d do when he finally had a taste of living out the things he desired?