#but i am not a full-body lotion person and I am a 'must be completely dry as fast as possible after a shower' person

[sleepinglionhearts]

Second hardest part about this whole stupid covid thing: realizing I need a fucking humidifier

[drazzilder]

Control

By Drazzilder 

Endeavor x Male Reader

R18+

An Anonymous request:

“Could i request an enji x male reader.

Maybe its during his redemption arc and the reader hates to see enji so down and depressed as apposed to his normal confident and loud self so the reader treats him to a nice date night where he lets enji take full control.

Rough sex, reader is a bottom, anal or oral, up to you. Some fluff date stuff before hand.”

Endeavor hasn’t been himself lately. The big man has been very solemn and quiet. He is a man of few words to begin with but now he barely says a word, mostly just grumbles. The other sidekicks notice this as well but all are too afraid to anything about it. You can’t help yourself and try to help him out.

Today he is in his office and the door is cracked open. Your curiosity is at a peak when you tip toe to the door and listen. The hero is speaking but it seems to be only to himself. You can barely make out the words but you manage to make out most of it.

“Why do I keep seeing the same dream?….Why am I never there?….I hurt them all so much…. Is having them move out the right thing to do?.... They deserve to be happy…” Endeavor starts to trail off as his words become more mumbled. All you know is that he is down, something is up and you wanted to find out. You don’t even bother to knock as you open the massive door. Endeavor doesn’t even look up from his desk when you slam your hands down on his desk.

The man sounds like he had to force out the word “Hello.” You don’t have to look at his face to know there isn’t an ounce of emotion showing.

“Endeavor! How have you been?” You say with an exaggerated tone, trying to brighten his mood; however, this seems to cause the opposite. When he looks up, you swear that he could kill with that look. You guess that maybe that wasn’t the best way to start so you try again.

“Sorry to be so over the top, I’m just really excited to go to this new restaurant in Tokyo! The wait list is 6 months to just get int but a friend of mine had to cancel so he gave me his spot.” Looking back at Endeavor, his face now goes back to a blank stare.

“That is nice of your friend.”

“The problem is that it is a reservation for two and I have no one to go with. I didn’t want the second seat to go to waste and eating by yourself is so lonely. I was wondering if you wanted to come.”

Those words made his nose flare and smoke come out of his nostrils. “Why should I go with you?”

“Lighten up. I just wanted to know if you wanted to come. You are away working so hard and you seem down lately. Maybe some time away from home could be good for you.”

The man sits there a moment in silence. You are starting to worry you might be fired for asking him to come to dinner with you but you are shocked when he finally speaks. “Very well. Where and when.”

“REALLY?!.... I mean meet me at the train station at 5, dinner is at 6.”

The hero goes back to look down at his desk which signals you to leave. You close the door and lean against it and sigh. Maybe you can find out what’s going on and maybe help him. You then stand back up and finish your day at the agency. After running home and changing, you meet the man himself at the train stations. He is in a full suit; you are just wearing a nice shirt and kakis. The train ride couldn’t be more tense, he never said a word as he followed you on and off the train. At the restaurant, you are greeted by a gentleman in a nice suit and seated immediately in a private corner. After the waiter takes your order, Endeavor just sits looking depressed.

“You haven’t said a word all evening, something has got to be on your mind.”

Endeavors gaze now turns into a harsh stare as he responds “It is none of your business!”

“Well, I finally got a word out of you.”

“What?”

“I’m just trying to see why you are acting different.”

“I’m fine.”

“I don’t think you are.”

The man just stares blankly as you before looking down. “I-I shouldn’t be here. I’m sorry.”

He is about to leave but you grab his hand. “Endeavor, wait!”

He pulls his hand away and glares “Why do you want me to stay?”

“I heard you in your office.”  

His nostrils flare and his face now only shows anger. “You were spying on me?!?” He says much louder than he wanted.

“I didn’t mean to but you sounded like you are hurting.”

“You know I should fire you that.”

“I know but it is only because I care. You have been down recently and I heard you talking, I couldn’t help myself to try to figure out what is wrong.”

Endeavor sighs “How much did you hear?”

“Enough.”

He looks down and speaks under his breath: “This isn’t your problem.”

“But I might be able to help. You can tell me.”

He sits down and begins to tell you all about his family: how he hurt them, why they are gone, why he is living alone. He is trying so hard to atone his mistakes but he forgetting about himself. He has been alone for a few months and it’s hitting him hard.

“I guess that is everything….”

“I see.”

“Is that all you have to say?”

“Give me a second, it’s a lot to process…. It sounds like you are willing to change to help your family heal and be better. The only problem is you are forgetting something: yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you need to heal as well.”

“I am fine.”

“Look at yourself, the man you used to be was so full of life, loud and boisterous but now you are in a slump. You hardly spoke all day even when prompted.”

“Oh.” He just tilts his head down after his response.

“It’s ok that you are feeling guilty but you need to help yourself too. I bet you can’t even look at yourself in the mirror easily. I have an idea that might help after dinner. Are you willing to try?”

“If it will help me, then yes.”

“I think it might.” The dinner was delicious, no wonder it had a 6-month waiting list, it was the best food you ever had. You finished the meal with Endeavors favorite, kuzumochi, to try to cheer him up more. Soon, you are both back on the train and headed home. However, Endeavor follows you instead of heading back to his home. You arrive at your apparent and close the door behind him.

“What now?” The large man questions while standing in the middle of the living room.

“Sit down while I get something.”

Endeavor finds his way to the couch and waits for what feels like forever. He is about to get up and leave when he hears you coming back to the room. You are now only wearing a thong and begin to approach him.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?” He starts to crawl backwards into the couch but can’t go any further.

“Helping you….”

“How is this going to help me?!”

“Your life has gone out of control recently, maybe you need to take control of something again.”

“What?”

“Take control and do what you want with me.” You say as you begin to sit down in his lap. He looks at you in complete shock as he stares unblinking.

“You are a man, my sidekick, I can’t possibly- “

You interrupt him by placing a finger on his lips. “Don’t think about that, just let go. It already looks like your body is responding.” You look down to see a large budge forming in his slacks. You look back up and see something is different; his eyes look almost glazed over. He pushes you off and you are afraid he is going to leave but he just takes off his jacket and grabs your face. He almost drags you off your feet has he begins kissing you all over your face. At first, they are gentle but then more and more forceful until your lips meet. Then he starts to push in full force with his tongue. The sweet flavor of the kuzumochi is still all over his mouth as he assaults you with his lips. You feel his arms go down to your chest and hold you tight has he lifts you up.

“Ooof” is all that comes out of your mouth when he slams the both of you on the couch, still kissing you. You lay under him for a moment until he stands up. The look in his eyes have changed again, almost looking primal as he starts to rip his shirt and slacks off. Now just in his underwear, you see that he is fully hard and large. You can’t help yourself and tease him seeing the number one here like this. “Looks like someone is excited. What are you going to do to me?” You finish your sentence with a wink.

The hero responds by grabbing your arms and flinging you over his shoulder. “Just shut up and do as your told.” He carries you to your bedroom. You are slammed down again and you look up to see the Endeavor has flames on his face. “My sidekick has been very naughty today spying on his boss? What would a good punishment be?”

“Oh, I’m sorry~” you reply back in a sarcastic tone.”

He grabs your ankles and flips you over. “I think a few good spanks should do….” Endeavor doesn’t even bother to finish his sentence when you feel his massive hand hit your rear end hard. You can’t help but moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he continues to spank you. By the 6th time, you are at your limit and tears are running down you face. You feel him grab your legs again and flip you over.

“I thought spanking was supposed to be a punishment?” He says with a smirk. You look down and notice you are now full hard. “I guess we should take care of this.” The big man grins and he takes a finger under your thong and rips it easily. Once exposed, you feel his hand grasp you, fully engulfing your member with the size of his hand. He starts pumping up and down as you start moaning again. You try to match his pace with your hips but he uses his other hand to hold you down. He must sense you are close again as he stops. “Not yet, you still need to be punished properly.”  Moving to the nightstand, he grabs a bottle of lotion and starts to pull down his underwear. You could tell he was big but seeing it fully in person was something else. He starts to rub lotion all over his cock and approaches the end of the bed with an evil grin.

“You are going to take all of this.” Is all he says as he lifts your legs. You feel his tip start to push into you. You slam your head back on the bed as he starts to going further inside, his girth is way beyond anything you had to handle before. It isn’t long before it gets everything inside of you but you can barely breath from the feeling. He then starts to move again, this time out. He almost pulls out completely before going full speed into you, his hips practically spanking you with the speed they are moving. You start to feel his hands getting hot on your thighs as he starts to get into it more. Endeavor is too into his own world to notice you already came but you can’t tell him even if you wanted to.

“You are such a naughty sidekick!” The motions are starting to intense as he starts to literally steam up the room with his sweat. Your body has gone limp from all of the thrusts but Endeavor is too busy to notice. Between the name calling and speed of the thrusts, you could tell he is getting close. Right before the big man climaxes, he just yells “You are going to take all of my cum!” His huge cock pumps semen deep inside of you, it’s so hot it almost feels like it is burning your insides. You do your best but the amount overwhelms you and some does leak out. He keeps up his motions as the twitching starts to slow. He finally stops after what feels like an eternity. Once Endeavor pulls out, yours legs flop down.

“Are you going to clean this up?” The hero almost demands as he is standing above you.

“I would but I can’t feel my legs right now. I will later if that’s ok?”

“It will have to do.” Endeavor then gets into the bed next to you. He shifts the both of you to the top and places the covers over you both. It isn’t long before you fall asleep in the man’s grip. You wake up the next morning in the bed alone, only the sound of a shower indicates that someone else is home. The shower stops and the door opens.

“Good morning.” He walks out in only a towel.

“I… I am sorry about last night.”

“I am off to get ready for work, you should do the same.” Is all he says as he gets dressed and walks out the door. You just quietly get up and get ready for the day. It isn’t long till you find yourself at the agency. However, the quiet that has taken over the agency recently is now replaced with the yells and demands of the number one hero once again. Nothing mean, just being a good leader and hero.

“What’s going on?” You ask a fellow sidekick.

“I don’t know but what ever happened, he seems to finally be himself again. He does seem less harsh now.” Is all she says before she rushes off. When he sees you walk in, Endeavor tells you in his loud voice to quickly get to work and check your patrol area.

“I guess he is going to pretend that nothing happened.” Is all that goes through your head as you log onto the computer. When you get your schedule, you see that you are working with Endeavor today, alone; something that never happens. You look up and see the hero walk past you with the same look in his eyes that you saw last night. You don’t know what is in plan for today but you can’t wait to find out.

[hes-writer]

Routine

Summary: y/n catches harry live streaming a show

Warning: smut

Word Count: 2293 words

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University was no joke. It’s expensive for sure. Harry had a full-time job at the beginning of the semester working at a cafe near his flat. He soon found out that that wasn’t the best idea. Maybe because he didn’t manage his time right or it was simply too exhausting for him to work late hours when he had to take mandatory morning classes. His next solution was more--risky per se. 

Harry had always been confident with his body. He ate well; loading up on fruit smoothies and veggie shakes every morning to accompany him on his early morning workouts. The sweat beading in between his toned pecs made him revel in the accomplishments of self-care, washed away as he palmed his face underneath the stream of the locker room shower. His wet curls stuck to his small ears as he pulled his sweater over his body, exiting the gym with a bag slung over his shoulder, plucking a peace sign to the person at the front desk as he left the building. 

It started off as a blog; posting pictures of his body that he worked hard on. The narcissist in him craved the compliments of strangers drooling over his muscles and shapely body. Sometimes the messages he received were explicit, but he also couldn’t help the arousal flowing through his veins as blood pumped towards his cock. Thus, the next part of his routine was to go home to his flat and strip his body off of his clothes. His webcam would be switched on with a push of a button, his long fingers floating over the keyboard as he signed in to his account. 

Speaking of, the meat between his thighs plumped up with the lingering thought of user ‘sweetgirl112’ messages last night. How much she wanted to tuck his thick length in her mouth, how much she craved to feel his large hands adorning her body. God, she had such a way with words and here Harry was with an erection pudging up in his lycra leggings. An outline of his mushroom head visible through the tight material. He played with his bottom lip as he waited for the traffic light to turn green. One hand tapped against the steering wheel in a rhythmic pattern, his mind drifting away to how it would feel like to have those pleasures within his reach. 

But he didn’t. 

He rushed off from his seat, quickly locking his car and keying the front door to his flat. Harry was hornier than usual today, thanks to sweetgirl’s lovely messages from last night. Harry rolled his eyes at the effect the stranger had on him. He dropped the chain dangling from his fingers on the bowl beside his door, sighing with excitement as he toed off his runners. 

On the couch, Y/N snoozed with her mouth agape, hair messily splayed across the pillow he provided her. He almost forgot she had slept over last night during their movie night. She insisted to sleep on the sofa despite Harry offering his bed to share between the both of them. In the end, both of them slept on the uncomfortable cushion cuddled up into one another. The distance between them was non-existent but Harry found it endearing the way Y/N cuddled up into his body in order not to fall off the edge, snuggling into his chest with a quiet snore after jolting when one of her legs tumbled of the border. 

Nonetheless, that meant that Harry had to tone his volume down a bit, keeping a keen ear to make sure his noises don’t wake her up or arise any alarm from his friend. He crouched down beside her sleeping face, waving a hand over her eyes to make sure she was still in a deep sleep. 

“Hope yer’ having sweet dreams,” His thick accent made the words stick to his tongue, lazily drooping like honey. Harry pressed a kiss to her forehead, ignoring the way his heart thumped as she smiled slightly in her sleep, humming with satisfaction and cuddling closer to the pillow clutched between her arms. 

Adorable, Harry thought. 

Soft footsteps tiptoed over his bedroom, shutting the door gently. He stretched his arms to remove the black sweater over his head, ruffling his curls in the process. His nose hooked at the opening, muffling his breath for a bit that had him tumbling down on the end of his bed with a slight bounce. Harry is clumsy.

He managed to remove the rest of his clothes without further trouble, leaving him in his boxers briefs and socks which he would take off when he got situated in his office chair situated in front of his computer. His set up was on the corner of his room, facing the door. It was a bit odd at first but Harry learned to make it work. 

Harry pushed two pumps of coconut-scented lotion into his large palm, lathering his upper body with a subtle sheen, moisturizing his biceps to appear shiny. The excess cream was rubbed along the nape of his neck, massaging the tense muscles along the way. A swift glance at the time at the bottom corner informed him that he had five minutes left until his scheduled show would begin. In preparation, Harry gathered the items he might need during his session. A bottle of clear, water-based lube, a bullet vibrator that recently joined his collection of toys and a silicone cock ring that looked to be a struggle to fit around his plump dick. He set the items aside on the table in front of where he would be sitting. 

Harry chewed on his bottom lip, hands grasping the width of his hip as he opted to check on Y/N again. She was a heavy sleeper and the show will probably take around thirty minutes to do, minus the foreplay and all of that. It was still pretty early in the morning too; around ten-thirty, surely she’d stay put till then. He peeked his head through a small gap in his door, craning his neck to catch Y/N shifting just in time to rest on her other side. 

Pretty soon, the webcam displayed a green dot at the corner and his screen was loaded to a  black screen. The chat indicated that there were currently twenty people watching him. The total viewer count increased with each passing second that had Harry grinning to himself. Once the camera was adjusted to where it cut off around his neck, he sat back in his spinny chair, splaying his wide palms on his muscly thighs. 

20 seconds left.

Harry could feel his cock grow in his boxers, the anticipation of his fans commenting on dirty things that they would like to do to him left his imagination endless. A blurt of precum stained the inside of the fabric, dotting the area a darker colour. He sighed deeply, wide eyes watching as the countdown changed.

5...4...3...2...1

In a blink of an eye, Harry’s toned body was showcased on the screen, allowing him to view what his viewers had the pleasure of viewing. The ‘LIVE’ sign blinked repeatedly. 

“Hello,” Harry drawled out purposefully using a deeper tone to set the mood. “How are you today?” His fingers stayed hung over the armchair, griping it slightly when comments started rolling in.

“How’s my baby? Are you needy for me?” He found that the best way to ensure as much of connection between his viewers was to speak as though it was a one-on-one conversation. “Because I am,” A hand crawled towards his crotch where his half-massed dick rested on his upper thigh, the head prominent against the tight briefs. 

Making sure to keep his face out of view, Harry leaned forward to read the remarks.

User12314: i love your tattoos

User48529: what i’d do to have my hands on you

He chuckled to himself, rubbing up and down to tease himself and them even more. Various 'pings' littered the room with Harry thanking each of them as much as possible. 

“I’d love to have my hands on you too,” He gave his cock a gentle squeeze, sucking a breath through his gritted teeth at the sensation. “Wanna feel your body on my skin,” Harry released a throaty groan as he shifted to pinch at his nipples, “Would ya’ let me touch your breasts? I bet they’re soft and perfect for my hands,” His thumb rubbed circles on his top two nipples, shivering slightly.

One palm cupped his balls, thumbing at the middle as the other continued the ministrations on his chest. This went on for a couple more seconds until he pulled his hands away to rest on the ferns tattooed on his hips, rubbing the skin there sensually while he spoke, “Y’wanna see my cock? It’s so hard for you,” The head twitched twice, forcing an involuntary moan to leak from his plump lips. 

User09321: yes please

He sighed at the message, his stomach burning with the need to just wrap his fingers around his dick and jerk it till he cums. But he couldn’t do that—at least not yet.

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Y/N woke up from her slumber, dizzy and discombobulated about where she was only to realize that the ache in her lower back was caused by Harry’s uncomfortable couch. Her phone buzzed beside her; an alarm to wake up to watch a show. Not just any show—a filthy, dirty cam boy who hadn’t left Y/N’s mind ever since she discovered him for the first time a few days ago. She was drunk on wine and barely remembered what the live stream had contained. He was hot, that much she knew. 

He wore a dark red sweater that covered his body which Y/N found quite adorable. Yet at the same time, his fist peeked out from his bunched sweater paws to desperately tug at his cock while endless whispers and groans flowed from his mouth through the speakers. His covered body arching against his seat, the walls behind him a plain white. Apparently, he was feeling like a sub that day and asked permission to touch himself like a good boy, pleading to cum. His audience couldn’t resist the whine in his deep voice, shooting streams of cum on his sweater, staining the fabric and probably ruining it forever. 

Just before the live stream ended, he reminded everyone when his next show was--today-- and in her drunk daze, Y/N must have set up a reminder on her phone, completely forgetting that she was to hang out with Harry the day before. She rubbed the ball of her palm against her eyes, willing away the sleep on her lids. Sitting up on the cushion, she looked around Harry’s apartment to find the curly-headed boy. 

“Harry?” She called out, checking his kitchen to find it empty. She went to his bathroom to freshen up, picking up her toothbrush that Harry had sweetly brought her after Y/N stayed at his place more times than both of them can count. After spitting out the foam pooling in her cheeks, Y/N dabbed the corners of her mouth with a soft, fluffy towel. 

As she exited the bathroom, Y/N opened up the web browser in incognito mode, refreshing the link from a few days ago. The page loaded slowly, enabling Y/N to continue searching for Harry. She absent-mindedly walked to Harry’s closed bedroom door—the last place she had yet to look. Her phone produced a muffled sound when it finally loaded. She rapidly typed out a comment to send.

“Can’t take it anymore,” The man said, “I‘ve gotta touch myself but I’m wishing it’s you wrapping your hands around m’cock,”

Y/N could feel her thighs tighten, standing in front of Harry’s bedroom. 

Sweetgirl112: touch yourself for me daddy. i wanna hear you say how good it feels

Harry growled upon seeing the message and its user,  pulling the fabric down and letting his dick hit his skin with a faint slapping sound on his flushed stomach. Shaky fingers teased his length, tracing of the prominent veins that pumped his cock with blood. “Mm, it feels so good, love,” His thumb spread the liquid seeping at the tip, making sure to lube the head of his dick for a smooth stroke. 

With distracted thoughts, Y/N pushed the bar handle down, a gentle bump knocking the door open.  

She couldn’t believe her eyes when the loading screen on her phone mirrored the sight in front of her; Harry’s head thrown back, resting against the head of the office chair. Her phone cut off at the veins stretched over the expanse of his neck. His heaving chest glistening with sweat and the faint smell of coconut lingered in the air. His fist pumped his long cock up and down, squeezing at the tip to produce a dollop of wispy pre-cum. Closed eyes blocked his vision from Y/N standing frozen on the door, gazing back and forth towards the device on her sweaty palm to the even hotter view right in front of her.

A resonant sound of ‘pings’ pulled Harry out of his pleasure, lifting his head with the aim to thank whoever tipped him but was taken aback by the sight of his friend at his doorway.

“Oh shit,” He mumbled, impulsively clutching his full balls cradled between his fingers. Harry’s green irises were hooded, observing Y/N’s face with such intensity that it made her want to cower back. His two-front teeth grazed his bottom lip before parting his sweet mouth in a silent gasp at a particularly good stroke. “Wanna join me, baby?”

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[carry-on-my-wayward-butt]

I just found out I'm 5 weeks after a few cycles of trying. I knew it would be rough but ur kind of scaring me now lol. I always hear mothers saying stuff like "Pregnancy was the best!" or "I miss being pregnant!" and people do it over and over again, so there must be something to love about it. Right?

Of course! there’s plenty to love about it:

many people lament the changes their body goes through during pregnancy, especially the bump growing. personally? i fucking love it. literally i’ve never loved the way my body looks more than right now, and i used to be fit as fuck. i was sleek and curvy and all sorts of hot, i look EXACTLY the opposite now and yet i LOVE it.

the dips of my stretch marks, my huge slowly rounding belly, my jiggle thighs, my muffin top hips spilling over my pants, my skin is SO fucking soft, i seriously cant keep my hands off myself. if my tits werent plagued by lymphedema i’d probably love them too, but in a sleep bra they look sooooo good in my new maternity shirts. ESPECIALLY ruffle blouses. i genuinely adore the way i look heavily pregnant, and i will absolutely miss it terribly.

i mentioned before that i hate the rolls and swishes (especially the stretches) but i LOVE kicks. seeing my belly move around is surreal and kind of freaky, but in an amazing way. kicks are so... assertive. “i’m here! i’m alright! i’m growing patiently! i’m exercising!” it’s so soothing to know they’re doing well in there, in a place i can’t reach them. i’ll poke them back and they’ll react! it’s so sweet. getting kicked in the butthole isnt so sweet, but i do think its funny tbh.

learning their routine in there is so nice in a weird way. i know what foods they react strongly to(baby loves spicy), and how they react to light. they like to settle on one side of my belly button or the other, and i can feel their head (or ass?) just hanging out there. resting. i can caress my baby through my skin. it’s gross but its so lovely.

i get to park in the expectant parking spots heehee >:3c (i already have a blue badge, but when the blue spots are full, there’s still a close space for me most of the time) i always do an evil little laugh when i pull in like im doing crimes.

my hair still falls out, but not nearly as much as it did pre-pregnancy. it gets greasy a lot slower too.

i still get pimples, but not nearly as many as i did pre-pregnancy. (T1 doesnt count. T1 was like Puberty 2. hopefully yours isnt as blegh)

i’m compelled beyond understanding to drink TONS of water. I have never drank this much daily water in my LIFE. i am extremely hydrated and feel healthy.

i’m compelled beyond understanding to get into the sunlight. i stand outside for a few moments on sunny days and feel like im photosynthesizing. i never did this before now.

im generally more optimistic rather than doomscrolling my own brain for hours a day.

i feel more responsible, i feel like the decisions i make have a future in mind rather than impulsivity. i feel purposeful. my mental health has improved drastically.

i eat so much more fruit than i used to

my sleep is plagued by nightmares sure but i sleep SO fast now. it used to take me hours to fall asleep. now it’s mere minutes. is this how the other side lives???

people are way more willing to help me, and other parents readily and eagerly answer a complete strangers random questions like “was that expensive? is it easy to use? does it fit in your car well?” that from any other person would feel upsetting and invasive. i was looking at nipple balm confusedly in target a few months ago and a total stranger called out to me and asked if i needed help, then pointed out which are vegan, which have this or that ingredient, which allergens to be aware of, which have a strong smell, which were oily or lotion-y, and when i picked one (earth mama butter) just said “great choice, you’re gonna smell so good. good luck babe!” and left with her cute toddler who was happily chanting “nip-ple, nip-ple, nip-ple,”. ideal interaction. i still think about that woman. she smelled like cheerios and strawberries.

there’s plenty to love and enjoy, just like theres plenty to hate and be miserable about.

and when it comes to people who say “pregnancy was the best! i miss it!” i personally have a feeling that if it’s not because of stigma of looking “unappreciative” of pregnancy, it is because keeping an infant alive is fucking miserable, and parenting blows chunks. i’m sure that comparatively, being extremely uncomfortable and in pain for the better part of a year might actually have been the best part for them, even if they had the roughest parts.

i’ll definitely miss the way i currently feel about my body. i’ll miss the QUIET for sure, and the idleness. and ill miss sleeping so soundly, even if there’s nightmares. i’ll miss getting to shirk chores because my body hurts, and i’ll miss having 100% of my husband’s attention, but he’ll miss having 100% of mine too so at least its fair.

but........ i won’t be doing this again :^) at least unless i have free healthcare, because my GOD the bills are OUTRAGEOUS. fuck that shit.

congrats on your success, anon. it’s a rollercoaster.

[imaginepirates]

Modern! Salazar

Salazar gets transported to modern times. Thankfully, you’re there to help him out when he washes up on the beach near your house, and in more ways than one. 

@emdrabbles​ @tesserphantom​ @paljonkaikenlaista​ @viper-official​ @redballoonfloatingupsohigh666​ @silvershadowsandqueens​

~3100 words

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          Your feet hit the sand, sinking into it as you walked down to the waves. Your house sat right on the beach, giving you a great way to relax after a long day. It was early evening, and the sun hung low in the sky. You looked forward to a nice walk. It was still warm out, as always, and you could stick your feet in the water.

          You walked a little ways down the sands until you noticed something strange. A figure was laying in the sand, face down, right near the waterline. You rushed over, grabbing them by the shoulder and shaking them. The moment you stuck your hand on the body, you felt a strange stickiness. Looking down, you noticed a web of black goo between your hand and the body. Oil, maybe?

          As if the sticky substance wasn’t shock enough, the body jolted under you. It took everything you had not to scream. He pushed himself up onto his knees and looked up at you. This time, you did let out a little squeak.

          His face was covered in what looked like cracks and fissures, jet black and flaking. You tried, unsuccessfully, to hide your horror. Whatever had happened to the poor man must have been terrible. You wondered if you should be getting involved; the situation seemed a little sketchy. As his dark eyes stared into yours, you realized you didn’t have a choice, at this point. You couldn’t just leave him.

          “Who are you, crío?” he rasped. You were surprised to hear a thick accent.

          “Someone who can help,” you told him. “I have a house not far from here. I can help you there.”

          He grunted, turning his head to look at the beach. His hair seemed to float with the movement, as if still in water.

          “The better question is: who are you?”

          “Salazar.”

          You blanched. Not that Salazar, surely? Unfortunately, he fit the description perfectly. He looked exactly like the man from the movies. But that’s impossible. Had you hit your head? Something was terribly wrong. He was a character, not a real person. But here he was.

          He stood, looking down at you, and you turned hastily to lead him to your house. Maybe not the best idea. If you’d had your phone with you, you might have called the police. You were sure they’d received stranger calls. Although, I will admit that a man dressed in an old Spanish naval uniform dripping black goop washed up on the beach sounds pretty damn strange.

          You led Salazar through the back door of your house, ushering him onto the wood floors in the kitchen. You wanted to make sure that none of the goop he was dripping got on the carpet. It dribbled out of his mouth whenever he spoke, and out from underneath his clothes when he moved. He looked more ghost than man. You supposed the assessment was true enough.

          “Is there some way we can get you cleaned up?” you asked.

          He laughed in response, gaping black mouth stretching wide. “No, crío. There can be nothing done for me.”

          The response was creepy, you had to admit. You were still tempted to stick him in a bath. “Are you sure you can’t wipe away some of the black stuff? I’m not really fond of the thought of your dripping on my furniture.”

          He gave you a dark look.

          “It’s a better option than my calling the police. I don’t think they’d take too kindly to you, if I’m being honest.”

          He looked confused. “I don’t know this police you speak of.”

          You raised your eyebrows. “I suppose you don’t.”

          You watched him take another look around the room, staring at all the kitchen appliances he never would have seen before. He walked over to the fridge, opening it with interest. He stepped back when he saw it was stocked full of food. He ran a hand over the counters, and looked up into the lights. You almost grabbed disinfectant wipes, but you figured it might be a little rude.

          “What is all this?”

          “Modern technology. I think you might be somewhat confused as to where you are. When you are, rather.”

          “It is 1751, is it not?”

          “Not exactly.”

          “No?”           He was staring at you intently, and you didn’t know how to tell him this next part. “Think more like, 2020.”

          He gaped at you. “That is impossible!”

          “Finding a stranger washed up on my beach, dressed in a couple hundred year old uniform, dripping gelatinous goo and having floating hair is also pretty impossible.”

          He stared at you for an uncomfortably long time, frowning. Then, he smiled that wicked smile, laughing softly. “I am cursed, pequeño. I am cursed to walk this earth as a shell of who I once was. All who look at me despair.”

          “That sounds...awful.” It would be, you thought. To be cursed for all of eternity to look like him. For everyone to fear you. “Is there no way to break the curse?”

          “Not the curse of the flesh, no. But the curse of the Triangle, that can be broken. And now, it appears that it has. Just not in the way I had hoped.”

          “You ended up here, instead of outside the Triangle?”

“Yes.” He looked at you suspiciously. “But how did you know what the curse of the Triangle was?”

          “You are part of history.” You hoped you sounded convincing. For all he knew, he was right out of the history books. It was the best lie you could come up with at the moment.

          “And what happens to me, in history?” His eyes searched yours, frantically, desperately.

          “I cannot tell you.”

          “You must!”

          “I can’t. All I can do is care for you as you are now.”

          You thought he’d be angry with you, given his temper, but he stared at you curiously. “Care for me?”           “Take care of you while you’re here. Get you a bath. Food. I’d take you to a hospital if I didn’t think I’d end up the center of some police investigation.”

          Salazar laughed. “No baths will help me. I have no need for food. I should take to the streets to find my way out of this mess. Somewhere will have the answers.”

          “No!” you said quickly. “The world isn’t how you remember it. They’ll lock you up somewhere for being insane. And covered in apparently un-washable slime.” Hesitantly, you grabbed his hand, feeling a little slime ooze between your fingers. You quickly led him into your bathroom, trying not to get any black mire on your carpets.

          You shoved him in the shower, and started trying to pull off his coat. It was old, tattered, and looked like it might fall apart at any moment. Salazar stopped his looking around at all your bath products to keep you from taking the coat.

          “What do you think you’re doing, pequeño?”

          “That coat looks like it’s going to fall apart. So do the rest of your clothes, for that matter. I can give you new ones. I have some stuff a friend left over here a while ago, and he was about your size.”

          “No.”

          “No?”           “These are mine. I’ve had them for years. It is my uniform.”

          “I think it’s time you wore something new. Besides, I’m taking them off of you so I can wash you down.” You turned on the warm water, letting it flood over his feet.

          “It will not help.”

          You shrugged. “It’s worth a try.” You finally succeeded in taking his coat, and he grudgingly handed over his loose undershirt. Next came his boots and stockings, and you set them in a pile on the floor. For propriety’s sake, his trousers stayed on. Still, you couldn’t help a bit of a blush.

          You turned on the shower, taking Salazar by surprise. He tried looking at the stream of water, only to get a jet of it to the face. You snorted. Salazar glared at you, but you ignored it, grabbing a bottle of body wash. Squeezing some into your hand, you started on his arms. Your t-shirt was getting a bit wet, but you could change later.

          No amount of body wash or shampoo was going to fix the sludge. No matter how many times you scrubbed, the black goo kept running over his body. You managed to make his hair look a little less greasy, but that was the extent of your success. The water rolled over his skin like it was coated in oil. You wouldn’t have been surprised if it were.

          Frustrated, you left to get him new clothes. You weren’t going to let him wear his dirty rags around the house, even if it was a naval uniform. You returned to find him staring at himself in the mirror, frowning. You briefly wondered if lotion would do anything for his skin, but knew it wouldn’t. He turned when he saw you in the door, and you held the clothes out to him.

          You stepped outside, waiting for him to get changed. What am I going to do with him? It would be a disaster if your neighbors saw him. You couldn’t take him anywhere, and you couldn’t get rid of the constant slime, but you couldn’t quite let yourself leave him.

          You didn’t have a second bed for him to sleep on, so you covered your couch in towels, hoping it would keep the black off of it. You could always wash the towels later.

          Salazar came into the room, watching you. You blushed a little, mostly out of embarrassment that you had to cover the couch, which you figured might seem a little rude. He looked completely different in sweats and a t-shirt, and you almost laughed at the ridiculousness of it. His hair still floated behind him, defying physics, but the clothes at least made him look like a somewhat normal human being.

          “I only have one bed,” you explained. “I hope you don’t mind the couch.”

          He gave you a curious look. “I don’t have to sleep.”

          “You don’t sleep?” He’s just getting stranger and stranger.

          “No.”

          You didn’t want him just sitting there for ages while you slept. On second thought, he might be rather used to it, having lived on the Silent Mary in the Triangle. “Do you like to read?”

          His eyebrows shot up. “I haven’t read in years. It would be...nice.”

          “I think my books will be a lot different from what you’re used to,” you admitted, “but I hope you can find something that interests you.” You went around the house gathering books you thought he might like. You found some latex gloves, too, under the sink, just for good measure. You handed over the gloves with a pained smile, but Salazar didn’t seem bothered.

          Eventually, you went to bed, collapsing into it. You were exhausted, but you worried horribly about Salazar, keeping you awake. Sleep finally washed over you as you lay fretting.

          When you woke, Salazar was still on your couch reading. A few books lay open around him. He looked almost peaceful like that. When he noticed you entering the room, he glanced up. “I do not understand this one,” he said.

          You looked over to see him holding an old copy of The Fellowship of the Ring. “It’s fantasy,” you told him. “Completely made up. It never happened.”

          “None of it?”

          “None of it.” You realized that fantasy worlds weren’t really a thing in literature where he came from. “That type of story is relatively new.”

          “Ah.” He relaxed back onto the couch, and you began playing some soft music from your Alexa as you made breakfast.

          You weren’t always in the mood to make food in the morning, so you settled for a bowl of cereal. “Do you need anything to eat?” You figured that if he didn’t sleep, he probably didn’t eat, either.

          “No, pequeño.”

          You settled next to him and flipped on the TV. He looked up in alarm to hear the voices of the newscasters, and gaped at them through the screen.

          “What is this?” he asked in awe.

          “The news. They’re reporting on everything that’s happened lately. It’s always pretty depressing.”

          He continued to stare, confused.

          “It’s a television. It plays videos, or moving pictures. I can play movies, too. Those are just for entertainment. It’s a little like going to a play,” you explained. “But all the people are on the screen.”

          “Magic.”

          You smiled. “Not magic. Technology.”

          You ended up showing him a few different movies, The Fellowship of the Ring included. He was fascinated by it all, always asking questions on how things worked. You answered him as best you could. You realized you’d been watching movies for hours when you noticed how dark the room was getting. One of your hands had ended up resting against one of his gloved ones, and you felt a little flustered.

          You got up to make something for dinner. “So, what did you do for entertainment where you came from?”

          “I read books, watched plays, attended social events. Spain has the bullfights, too.”

          You shuddered. “You went to them, then? The bullfights?”

          “Sometimes. They all ended the same. No more gruesome than my own line of work.”

          You supposed that was true. The Alexa began to play some classical music as you began making food. You found classical to be soothing, mostly, and undistracting. There were exceptions, of course, but you found that most classical music was calming.

          “Do you dance?” You were surprised by the question, and turned to find Salazar looking at you.

          “Badly. And I don’t know any sort of dancing that you’re used to.”

          “It is not difficult, if you wanted to learn.”

          You blushed. “Are you offering to teach me?”           “It has been a while, since I last danced, pequeño, but I believe I remember how.”

          You nodded, and he stood, coming towards you, a curious look on his face. It was almost as if he expected you to back away, and he was curious to see that you weren’t. He took your hands in his gloved ones, pulling you a little closer. He smiled that unnerving smile of his, and for a moment, he felt imposing to be next to. Then, you realized he might be genuinely trying to smile. It’s a shame, what this curse has done to him.

          He guided you through simple steps until you caught the rhythm. It was simple, this dance that he was teaching you, and went well with the music. He spun you under an arm, and you pulled away from each other, attached only by a hand. You’d always wondered what it would be like to dance with someone. It was just as nice as you’d thought would be, despite your company. Though he does have his charm.

          He continued to grin, and a little black oozed out of the corner of his mouth. You should have been horrified, but instead found yourself amused. No matter how threatening he might look, he meant you no harm. On the contrary: he was teaching you to dance. Without thinking, you reached out, wiping the black away with a thumb.

          Salazar seemed taken aback by the action, but you reassured him, placing your hand back in his and giving him a little smile.

          You returned to making dinner. Salazar sat and watched you as you mixed ingredients together. When you joined him at the table, you noticed something was a little strange. What it was, you couldn’t quite tell, so you set to eating dinner. It was a little awkward, having him watch you while you ate. There was still some food left over, so you grabbed him some.

          “It will do me no good, pequeño.”

          “It’ll do me good. I feel awkward, eating alone.”

          He smiled, awkwardly eating as if he hadn’t done it in years. You supposed he hadn’t. He gave a startled noise and looked down at his plate. “I can….taste.”

          It was then that you noticed what had seemed so strange to you earlier. “You’re not dripping slime, either.” You stared. There wasn’t a mark of black on him. The corners of his mouth were bereft of their usual black goo, and nothing was running down from his hair into his face. The skin was still cracked, but nothing seeped out from it.

          He put a hand to his face, then looked out over his arms and peeled off his gloves. “This is impossible.” He stared wide eyed at himself. “This curse cannot be broken.”

          “Maybe you just never knew how to break it.”

          “I do not understand.”

          “Sometimes, you don’t have to.”

          You cleaned off the table, put the tables in the sink, and walked over to the couch to peel away the towels. You flipped on another movie that you liked, and let Salazar join you. He was still shocked. You sat in silence, trying not to overwhelm him. Eventually, you yawned, evidently tired. Salazar looked at you as you rubbed your eyes. He put a careful arm around you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

          For a moment, you were wide awake again, but you relaxed into his arms. You felt him move a little, and he planted a soft kiss on the top of your head. That really got you embarrassed, and you tried hiding it by not looking up at him.

          “Thank you, pequeña.”

          “Of course,” you answered softly. You leaned up and kissed his cheek, your lips barely touching the skin. You pulled away and smiled at him, bashfully, and he smiled back. The smile was different, now. More human. You ran a hand over his cheek. “The curse is gone now, I think. Your hair isn’t floating any more. And your skin isn’t cracked.”

          His eyes went wide, but he softened again.           “I think you just needed someone to love you a little.” You blushed at the admission, but didn’t hide you face this time.

          “I did, amor.” He cupped one of your cheeks gently with a hand, giving you a sweet kiss before pulling back to let you rest against his shoulder.

          “Now that you’re human, are you going to try and find a way back home?” The prospect disappointed you.

          “Why would I?” He squeezed your hand. “I have everything I need here.”

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huehuehuehue that's me, causing chaos by naming a dangerous and deadly villain who won't hesitate to kill us Mark. Now for some lore questions.

What kind of vampire are we dealing with here? The kind that can turn into bats and cannot go out in the sun kind? What are the extends of their powers? Same for werewolves, can they shift whenever they want? What does their wolf form look like? And who's that on your profile pic?

A real actual lore question!

Stabby, my crustacean from another mother, let me get you them deets.

I've had to put it under the cut because I am a long-winded wench.

SO

Starting from the top!

Vampires

We have three flavours of Vamp running around this city.

Born Vampires (or pure vampyrs, if you ask the older ones.) -

They are what it says on the tin, vampires who are born and not sired. Technically a whole species outside of the human race, but the anatomical differences are almost all internal, with only a few external tells, (eye colour and teeth, for example).

They have 'Houses', families that can be traced back to the Mesopotamian age, a source of both pride and competition between the oldest of lines. It's safe to say that if it didn't, for the most part, take centuries for vampires to be able to conceive, they would absolutely be the dominant species on the planet.

Born Vampires are, for all intents and purposes, immortal. But they are not invulnerable, they can be killed just like anything else, it's just that old age probably won't get them. It hasn't happened so far, anyway.

They have much sharper senses than humans, more sensitive to sound and temperature for example. Their power directly aligns with how much blood they intake, but that power comes in the form of increased strength and speed, no turning into bats or mist or anything like that I'm afraid.

They also have a mild hypnotic ability, able to charm/compel humans, it's a left over skill from they days when they had to hunt for their meals.

Turned Vampires -

Vampires that have been turned. Shocking, I know.

They tend to live in Clans, there's safety in numbers after all, and it's nice to be around people who are just like you.

They are stronger and faster than humans, but are weaker to the negative aspects of vampirism, including light sensitivities and hunger pains. They also aren't immortal, they do age, just much slower than humans.

Some of them have the hypnotic ability but most don't. They do get stronger the more blood they have though.

Ferals -

Ferals are what happens when vampires are turned but are left to fend for themselves with no guidance or community support.

It's a creeping deterioration of everything that made them human, the vampiric virus slowly burns away everything that person is, leaving only the id functional, resulting in hollow husks that only want to feed.

Extremely dangerous if they survive long enough to go fully feral.

And to answer the question about the sun, it's extremely uncomfortable for all vampires to out in direct sunlight, but over the last few decades the quality of sunscreen, of all things, has increased to such a degree that it's practically a non-issue for most vampires now. Already inherently vain creatures, being able to have skin creams and body lotions and make up etc, all with high SPF ratings has literally changed their entire existence more in the last 50 years than anything had in the 500 before it.

Werewolves -

We have two types of Werewolves running about, with two subsets just for funsies.

Lycan Born

Nice and simple, born and bred, both parents have to be Lycan for this to happen, there are situations where a wolf can be born even if only one parent is a Lycan but it's rare and generally perceived as a negative thing because the more human blood that gets into the mix, the weaker the wolf in them becomes.

They have longer lives than humans, the strongest will last two or three centuries before age becomes an issue for them.

All Lycan Born have the power to shift on command, the pull of the moon is felt, but it's got no more sway over them than a storm would over a human, it might make you adjust your behaviour or the decisions you make, but it wouldn't change the way your brain works.

Bitten

Humans that have become werewolves after being bitten by a Lycan.

Fairly rare, especially inside the city limits, because Lycans have to be in wolf form for the bite to work, and if there were packs of wolves running around the city causing chaos, it would cause problems for everyone so generally speaking they have to go further afield and deeper into the island proper if they want to release the beast and get their wolf on.

Bitten wolves have the same lifespan as they would as a human, it doesn't change the aging processes at all. They can shift at will, but it only comes naturally after years of practice, practice that is generally painful and exhausting to partake it.

The call of the moon is much stronger for them. This has historically been a problem for everyone, and Full Moons are not fun for anyone involved.

And our subsets are the wolves that have a Pack and the Strays that don't.

Packs will take in Bitten wolves willingly, there's some vague discriminations that won't seem to die out, bigots and purists exist everywhere, but for the most part their lives aren't all too different from the Lycans. If they pull their weight and put the pack first, then they're family.

Strays are seen as inherently untrustworthy, lone wolves are selfish beasts and if their pack didn't want them then there must be a reason for it. Their lives are made even more difficult by the fact that wandering into pack territory is risking a death sentence, depending on which pack you're encroaching on.

They all have heightened senses, hearing and smell especially. Their eyesight is generally better than humans but their excellent night vision is what makes all the difference.

All werewolves have two forms, their human and their wolf form. The wolf forms are bigger than any regular wolf could be, but they are still very much a wolf. Alphas, however, have a third form, as they can harness complete control over their transformation and become terrifyingly large bi-pedal wolves, like they've stepped straight out of a horror movie.

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

5 favorite things to do during quarantine?

- obsess over how much I want to change my wardrobe, start only getting ads about online sales deals for clothes I'd love, start obsessing over the fact the computer is reading my mind and begin dismantling every piece of technology in my house to find the brain microphones

- use the leftover tech pieces to fashion a suit that will protect me when I have to venture out of quarantine to fight for food. plague doctor, but make it steam punk. oh, you think you can shove people out of the way to grab the last 15 liters of pepsi? I WILL go Iron Man on your ass, bitch.

- if I see anyone on my social media blatantly disregarding the isolation order and needlessly threatening people's health with their hubris, I'll wait until the dark of night, shroud myself in a black veil, crouch outside their home and let out an unearthly screech full of mourning and pain, to let them know death is on the way

- begin obsessing over the woman trying to crawl out of my wallpaper....I must help free her...in spite of...

- dress in my best formal clothing, adorn myself in beautiful jewels, and stare forlornly out the window, my hand pressed delicately against the chilled glass, and wistfully watch the rain storm drench the earth...will I ever be able to dance in the rain again? when was the last time I.....felt...anything?

- it's wine o'clock somewhere!!! I do not know what time it is here, however. I have been completely removed from the linear time stream. it's rather exhausting. I pour another glass of the rosey pink liquid and offer it to my younger self.

- roam the empty halls of my apartment complex, painting lambs blood above my neighbor's doors to protect them from death. do not ask where I got the blood. I'm not entirely sure.

- my stuffed animals, my statues, my trinkets, my posters- all face the wall now. nothing with eyes will dare to look at me

- stand alone, always alone, on my roof, wearing nothing but lingerie, an open sweat shirt, and knee socks, screaming at the top of my lungs. no one notices, for I am the last...I take a swig of my wine. this exercise was cathartic.

- bake brownies!!!! I always throw some extra chocolate chips in there to give them some pizzazz.

- I think I watched Princess and the Frog last night??? Or maybe it was tomorrow

- God, I love Prince Naveen

- recieve my first piece of mail in what feels like years. leap with joy! open the letter and discover it's just about my student loan debt. set the letter on fire.

- no one has ever loved me. no one will ever get the chance to love me.

- proclaim I'm going to use this time in isolation to lose weight

- make absolutely no move to exercise

- put on a ball gown and waltz with my personal ghosts

- make love to my personal ghosts

- break up with my personal ghosts and banish them from my home

- oh God, where is my period

- fuck. oh fuck. shit.

- watch some bootlegs of musicals on youtube

- turn on the news station, watch the depressing reports with empty eyes, feel a pit you can't explain in your stomach, turn on mysteries at the museum instead

- am I sleeping too much or too little? oh, who cares.

- watch elaborate makeup tutorials, start crying when you can't copy them

- try and face time your friends with the tear stained shitty makeup. no one answers. you dumbass.

- teach yourself how to hoola hoop

- stay hydrated! :)

- befriend the fox that lives outside your bedroom window. finally- somebody who understands.

- scuttling on the ceiling is actually great cardio! who knew!

- bubble bath + sugar scrub + aromatherapy lotion + fuzzy pajamas = the absolute best feeling in the world right before you launch yourself into the dumpster! :)

- try really hard to grow a scraggly beard so when the aliens land they can just take one look at me and Know I've been through a hardship

- take my anti anxiety pills

- cry when they don't do anything but make me tired

- wake up decades later like Rip Van Winkle...wait, we're still in quarantine??? come the fuck on

- netflix?? God, they don't have anything on there.

- answer asks for my lovely followers on tumblr. net! :)

- begin wondering if the followers are real...or if they're generated...maybe I truly am just screaming into a meaningless void...

- finally remember to eat! yum!

- okay, I feel better now!

- wait, where'd my dog go?

- I figured out how to levitate

- I can feel my body shutting down, how fun!

- put on a nice gown and bury myself alive. seriously, I quit. it's either been 40 years or 5 days. can't take this anymore. farewell, my dear hearts. remember me.

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(SUB - 16) Take part? Click here! ❤️

Do you want to remain anonymous?

Yes

How old are you?

22

What's your sexual orientation?

Straight

Your pubic hair?

Trimmed

Are you virgin?

Yes

How old were you when you first masturbated?

14

How did you discover masturbation?

Washing myself in the shower and exploring what felt good

How old were you when you had your first orgasm?

15

Can you tell us more about your first orgasm? How did it happen?

I used to think that build up right before the climax was an orgasm but one day I went a little longer to see what it felt like and I swear I saw stars. I only played in the shower with a detachable head for about a year.

How often do you masturbate?

3-5 times a week

When was the last time you masturbated?

Last night

Do you masturbate to any stimulus?

My ex and I are long distance so we sometimes had phone sex- nothing extreme but just hearing each other panting through the speaker got us both off. But I'm single so I go solo now, I watch porn.

What do you think about?

When I was on the phone with my ex then he likes to tell me what to think of. If I'm watching porn, I just imagine myself in place of the girl.

What's the last thing you thought of, or masturbated to?

Being double penetrated

Have you ever walked in on or caught someone masturbating? (If yes, please tell us a little more about it)

Nope

Have someone ever walked in on or caught you masturbating? (If yes, please tell us a little more about it)

No, but a knock on the door will quickly make you stop what you're doing. Sometimes I imagine someone will walk in on me and join in and it makes the orgasm stronger.

Have you ever had cyber sex?

Not yet

Have you ever had phone sex?

Definitely. Just with someone I'm involved with

Have you ever had a wet dream?

Yes. When I wake up hot and bothered I try to remember what my dream was about and then I'll reach my hand down to see how wet I am. If I have time, a morning O is the best.

What‚ is your favourite method of masturbation? (i.e. Hands/Toys/Lotion/etc.)

I love toys. I used to feel ashamed of enjoying big toys so much because I thought it meant I couldn't get off the same with out them. I just realized how much toys heightened the feelings. So why would I want to rob myself of that?

Are you loud or quiet when you masturbate?

I've trained myself to be quiet since I started at a young age, but if I have the ability- I like to be loud.

Do you ever masturbate in pjs? If so what type and how?

Yes if I'm solo and I'm too cold to take my shorts off, then I'll just move them to the side.

Do you ever touch any other part of your body whilst you masturbate?

Nipples are a must. I usually wait until I'm very close, and once I tease my nipples it sends me over the edge.

Has anyone ever watched you masturbate live online?

Nope

Has anyone ever watched you masturbate in person?

Nope

Have you ever watched someone masturbate live online?

Yes

Have you ever watched someone masturbate in person?

Yes

Have you ever masturbated with someone? (Mutual masturbation)

Not in person, only over the phone.

Do you enjoy watching others masturbate?

Yes, only boys

Do you enjoy being watched while masturbating?

I honestly don't know since I haven't had it happen yet. I think I would though.

Who do you like to think about when you masturbate?

It used to be my ex but now anything

Have you ever told them you think about them while you masturbate?

Yes, many many times

Does anyone know you masturbate? How did they find out?

No

Have you masturbated because your partner wasn't around to help? Where were they?

Yeah, it's the method that usually ends up happening

What is your most embarrassing masturbation story?

N/A

What is your funniest masturbation story?

N/A

Have you ever masturbated in unique or strange places? Or where do you do it?

Yes. My ex and i had a long distance toy we used and one time I whipped it out in my college parking lot and had a wonderful orgasm with a person in the next car over watching.

Have you ever used something unique or strange to masturbate?

When I was young and exploring things ( before I had any toys) I cleaned a bottle in my shower that I thought would fit in me so I could see what it felt like as a I used the shower head on my clit. It's gross now that I think about it, but it's definitely a new kind of sensation.

Is it easy for you to orgasm or do you have to work for it?

Depends on my mood. If I've been horny all day then I'll cum in 30 seconds if not then I take my time and really build it up.

What is the easiest way for you to get off?

With a vibrator

Is there only one way you can get off? (i.e. Vaginal/Clitoral/Toy Use)

No I can get off all ways. I've gotten off vaginally a few times which I heard was unusual for girls sometimes

Are you able to achieve orgasm through only non-conventional or indirect methods? (Breast Play/Hands-Free/Anal)

I've never tried, but I think I could off nipple play

Do you ever double penetrate while you masturbate?

YES. It makes me feel solo full. Completely different feeling. My favourite is with a big butt plug and a big dildo.

Do you ever suck on a dildo, fingers or anything while you masturbate?

Yep. Sucks on my dildo as if it were while my flingers play with my clit, it makes me more wet. Plus it makes the dildo go in that much easier.

Do you edge when you masturbate? (Get to the point of orgasm and stop repeatedly to enhance the experience)

I have once while my ex and I were playing, but I'm too impatient to do it by myself. The one time I did do it, it really did make the orgasm more powerful.

What position do you typically masturbate in?

Missionary or doggy

How do you react when you orgasm, arch your back, pull faces? Etc

Arch my back, and a pro tip to make the sensation deeper- take a deep breath right as it is hitting you and it's amazing.

Describe how an orgasm feels to you when you cum? If possible

I like to describe it as waves or pulses. A building wave, then it crashes as I hit the climax

Describe a typical masturbation session.

N/A

How long do you usually last?

It can vary honestly.

What is the quickest you have brought yourself to an orgasm?

1 minute

What is the longest masturbation session you have had?

2 hours but that was with multiple orgasms

What is the most times in a day you have cum?

5

How wet do you get? Do you leak fluids when you orgasm? (If yes, please describe)

My pussy gets damp but nothing runs down my legs. If I reach my fingers down, I'm sopping though.

If you are older than 35, how has masturbation changed for you over the years?

N/A

Do you want to tell us something more about your masturbation experiences? Say here

N/A

Are you sexually aroused taking this survey?

Very I cannot wait to go grab my toy now.

Are you going to masturbate tonight after taking this survey?

More like as soon as I hit submit

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[anastasiaskarsgard]

Door to door LOVER

(I forgot to mention that this was a request that I got but it disappeared and I can’t remember who requested it, because they weren’t a familiar follower of mine and had a long name that didn’t have obvious words. ANYWAYS... they asked for a cheesy love at first sight with Roman, and this is the best I could do since it kinda annoys me when people love each other right away in stories.)

So cheesy. I love it.

““WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING HER THINGS?!” He screamed at the naked girl in his bathroom he’d just had his way with.

“Um, I am sorry, I was just curious why you had all this nice make up when you live alone, unless I am wrong but I didn’t think -“ the blonde beauty stumbled over her words, backing away from his threatening glare.

“That’s the problem right there! So pretty but when you open your mouth, toys fall out.” He seethed.

The girls eyes began to water, lip trembling but she did not lower her gaze. He had to admire her effort at maintaining eye contact. It was those eyes that drew him to her. Something in them drew him to her like a moth to a flame. Magnetic. Alluring. Irresistible.

She was physically very pleasing. Taller than he normally went for, paler too. She was proportionate for an anime character, and although many would accuse him of going for her looks, she simply wasn’t his type. Hell she was actually everything he normally passed over, but he’d been unable to avoid the fire in her eyes. That had been what made him overlook her too large breasts, and exaggerated tacky Barbie doll figure. She was a flashy beauty and he’d always preferred an understated beauty. He liked to shine, and next to her, he might not even get noticed.

She’d shown up to his door asking if he’d sign a petition to support some wildlife preservation society or something, and in an impulsive action, even for him; he’d kissed her. From there, it was like they couldn’t get their clothes off fast enough. Thank God Nadia was at a sleepover, or that may have been awkward. He’d never felt so attracted to anyone as he did to this woman, in his entire life.

“Those belonged to my late wife. I haven’t had the heart to get rid of her things,” he confessed, although he had no idea why he was telling her the truth.

She glanced down at the make up, scanning over the items in the bathroom, pausing at the pink toothbrush, the hairbrush full of blonde hairs, the sparkly lotion from Bath and Body works, the various women perfumes. She opened up the cupboard under the sink, scanning over it’s obviously female contents, before looking over at him with a thoughtful, yet unreadable expression.

Normally he’d lose his mind when someone touched his late wife’s things. he had quite literally killed people over what she was so audaciously doing right in front of him. For whatever reason though, an unnatural peace had settled over him watching her invade his privacy. It was almost calming.

He couldn’t understand himself, when he suddenly realized how long she’d been gone. He took his phone out of his pocket and checked the date.

Six years.

Six fucking years.

Where had the time gone? Why did he have all these things here, like fucked up souvenirs reminding him of what he lost? Not lost. No. What was taken from him without his consent. She never stood a chance in his world. She’d been so naive. So pure.

All of a sudden it was all too much. He snapped his attention back to the woman who was still staring at him with a look of deep concentration. It unnerved him. He had to get her away, he wasn’t ready to face these feelings yet.

“WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING STARING AT?” He screamed, lunging forward at her, expecting her to cower but to his surprise she didn’t even flinch. He stopped mere inches from her face, out of breath from his sudden rage, unsure of what to do exactly. He was expecting fear, yet this blasted woman was looking at him with unmistakable empathy.

Her eyes softened and she cautiously reached forward to touch his face, careful to keep eye contact and move slowly, like he was a wild animal.

He growled lowly at her, baring his teeth, but for what reason he couldn’t decide.

It didn’t hinder her from her hand making purchase with his face and he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. Her fingers lightly caressed his cheek and he felt safe. He had been in utter turmoil for as long as he could remember, but here he was feeling completely at home with this woman he hadn’t even bothered to learn the name of.

Was someone waiting on her somewhere? Why hadn’t he noticed her before? Had he seen her before? Had he cummed inside her?

He opens his eyes and she is looking at him adoringly. She’s so fucking beautiful.

“What?” He whispers, searching her eyes for a clue as to why she could look at him with anything less than contempt. She must know who he is. She must have heard the stories. Tears threaten to spill over as he sees himself clearly for the first time in a very long time.

He’s pathetic. He didn’t deserve any type of kindness from this woman.

“Where did she go?” She asked innocently.

Unable to stop himself, “she was killed.” He searches her face for the usual reaction, but is surprised to find no pity, so he continues. “She’s the only person that ever loved me.” He says looking down at the ground, unable to receive the kindness and empathy radiating from the woman he’d just taken without question.

His stomach turned as he glanced up and notices the bruises and bite marks on her body, left carelessly in the throes of passion. He had to get away from her, he couldn’t bear to see the aftermath of his selfish narcissist hedonism. He spins on his heel to fetch her clothes.

“I love you” she declares, causing him to freeze in his tracks.

Roman scoffs, shaking his head. He doesn’t know what to say or what to do. Eventhough he never told her what to feel, he still can’t believe she loves him.

It’s nice to hear someone say that to him again though, even if it’s probably not true.

“Say it again.” He pleads, barely above a whisper.

He hears her walk up behind him, and doesn’t flinch when she wraps her arms around him. He can hear her heart beating steadily, and feel her hot breath on his skin.

“I love you Roman.”

Right then it strikes him! She knows who I am!

He lets out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and turns around to face this angelic woman, he wants to believe more than anything. He bends down and kisses her gently on her lips, as if she’s the most precious thing in the world. “I love the idea of you, and will love you soon as well.” He promises. “Stay with me?”

“For the night?” She smiles brightly, wrapping her arms around him tightly, nuzzling into his neck.

He returns her embrace, relishing in how they fit together. Kissing her hair and stroking her back, he posessively growls in her ear... “Forever.”

***Accidentally posted it private so hopefully it works now****

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The next two days are going to suck.

I’m out of pills. Well, not completely out. I have about 8 of my anxiety pills left — to last me 3 weeks. I’m supposed to take 3 a day. So I have those, and some otc pills that take me out of myself a little, but I have to be careful with those, because, for me, they can trigger panic. I can pick up my pain meds in 2 days, but they usually makes me puke. I thought I was doing better this month with my usage, but I guess not. Then there’s more anxiety pills that supposedly help with my alcohol cravings, which aren’t a controlled substance, so I can probably get those next week. None of this really matters, because I don’t have shit now.

I’m so medicated. Even if I took everything as prescribed, I’d probably be an incoherent mess. I’m a master manipulator with doctors, which I’m simultaneously proud of and ashamed of. I know how to get what I want, within reason. It’s all about building a rapport with them and finding that sweet spot where they believe you need what you’re getting and never trying to push for more. I tried a few times to get another of my anxiety pills a day, but my psychiatrist pushed back and changed something else instead, so I knew I had to drop it.

What boggles my mind is that I’m a fucking alcoholic (addict), and these medical professionals still throw potentially dangerous, addicting medication at me. What pisses me off is how much they don’t listen. I saw my psychiatrist yesterday and brought a list of things I wanted to talk about with him, since the appointments go so fast. I wanted to explain my racing thoughts keeping me from completing simple tasks. My complete lack of impulse control. My delusional beliefs that the universe is trying to get back at me for being a shitty person. That I’ll stay up all night (sometimes for 2-3 nights in a row) and do things like clean. Even if I lay down, turn off everything, and pray for sleep, I just can’t. The fact that I didn’t finish my cleaning (or whatever I started) gets in my head and makes rest impossible. His solution? Let’s increase your seroquel again.

Scary things are starting to happen. Sometimes I go on a “bender��� in a store(s), and I don’t remember when, how, what I got, etc. My memory needs to be jogged sometimes. This past time I got twelve bottles of body wash, for a total of 29. And that’s not including hairspray, hair gel, hair accessories, dry shampoo, lotion, makeup, nail polish, and a fuckton of clothes. I am out of control. It’s funny — I want to lose a little more weight (I just lost ~25lbs), but then all the clothes I’ve acquired won’t fit, so the fruits of my labor will be spoiled. I’ll have to start over. That is literally my thought process, and it’s so fucked. Stores know me. They watch me. They follow me. They know my fucking name and know what I do. And honestly, I just don’t care. I mean I care because I don’t want to get caught again, but the odds are seemingly in my favor. Even the LP woman where I actually got the cops called on me said “we’ve been watching you a long time, but you’re too good.” Not saying that as something to brag about, just recalling what happened. Also, I recognize when someone is trying to manipulate me. She was trying to get me to confess to other things because what they must have had on me would never hold up in court. I am not stupid. I don’t know what I did that time to allow them to catch me, but clearly I slipped up somewhere. Either that, or they just went with it, hoping I’d confess. Which I did. I cooperated; hopefully it helps me in the end. I was watching trashy tv this morning, and a woman mentioned she went to jail for two months for petty theft. The host of the show even seemed shocked by that. Maybe she had priors or other factors that played into it. But yeah, I can’t go to jail! It’s not an excuse, and if you look at my actions alone, yeah, maybe I deserve to go to jail, too. But (prepare yourself for some massive excuses) I’m sick. I don’t do it because I want material things. I don’t think I am above the law. I’m not trying to make some pathetic stand against capitalism. I just can’t control my impulses, and I’m sick. I’m working with my therapist, my psychiatrist (at least I make an effort to), and some women in AA to get help, and nothing is working. I thought after I got caught, I’d stop, and for a while, I did. But that apparently wasn’t enough, either. It’s a compulsion — fighting it is futile. It actually started out as excessive spending, but I ran out of the means to keep that up, so now it’s this. I know it’s because of my issues with addiction and mental health. I don’t see it any differently than drinking, drug use, sex, or whatever. It’s an alternative to drinking. I can’t do that anymore, so this filled the void. Every time I have spent money excessively or done this, I haven’t been drinking. The object of my addiction (for me, at least), bounces around until I can’t do that thing anymore, and my brain holds up a sign that says NEXT in glowing, red letters. Like a “no vacancy” sign at a shitty motel.

I know before I went on that little tangent, I was listing some things that are scaring me. Sometimes, after I wake up, I’ll check my phone and find that I tried to write, but it’s total jibberish. Sometimes I feel like I’m losing time. I don’t know where the days go; I wake up and (try to) go to bed. I’ll start to do something, my mind will go blank, and I won’t remember what I was doing. I’m stumbling all over the place. I’ll try to have conversations (usually in the morning), and I’ll be able to hear myself slurring. I seem to talk without thinking. An example: I’ll be in a room with only one other person, talking to them, but it will feel like part of myself has separated from me and is screaming “You LIAR! Shut the fuck up! That’s not true and you know it. Quit pulling things out of your ass and tell the fucking truth. Drop the whole facade; you have no idea what the hell you’re talking about, nor do you believe what you’re saying. You’re pathetic. Spineless. You’re fake.” I swear I couldn’t pick myself out of a lineup sometimes.

I feel that third presence with me frequently, but recently it hit a new level of intensity. I had a few job interviews a couple weeks ago and I found myself exaggerating the truth so much that it made me feel uncomfortable. All I could hear in my head was “LIAR LIAR LIAR”. (And forcing myself to make unwavering eye contact made me feel ill.) I tried to tell myself that’s just how interviews go, and that they weren’t really lies at all, just maybe a few embellishments, but I cannot listen to myself when I’m being rational. Irrationality is really all I know lately. I ended up taking a position with a company that seemed sketchy as hell, but I was desperate. I’m tired of being broke and needed the money so badly that it would have been absolutely foolish of me to decline the offer. The me who showed up to those interviews and got hired was not the me who showed up on the first day. The embellishments and feigned self-confidence were gone — all that was left was pitiful, anxious me with one foot out the door in case I had a panic attack and who won’t look you in the face, much less make eye contact. The more and more I learned about the position and the company, the more I wanted out. It turned out to be door-to-door sales, which was not how the job was described in the interviews. If there ever were a job that wasn’t for me, that’d be it. The leader of my team obviously noticed and basically let me quit. So I’m back to being unemployed. Oh well, it was a life lesson. I’m also back to being broke (not that I ever wasn’t). I didn’t even get paid for my training! I’m doing worse and worse things to get a few bucks here and there. It’s shameful. I would have declined the position on the spot, but my family is pushing me so hard to go back to work full time that I couldn’t in good conscience say thanks, but no thanks. I don’t know if I’m ready. I don’t think I’m ready. Sadly, you can’t look at someone and see what’s going on in their mind. If they could do that, I’m pretty sure they’d back off. I’ve been telling them I have to make my own decisions, and my priority is getting some help with my mental health. That didn’t really go over well. They think I’m capable because I had my shit (somewhat) together a few years ago, but it’s not a few years ago anymore. I’m still recovering and struggling. The tension in this house is almost tangible, and it’s completely my fault. Well, it’s my fault in the sense that I’m not where they want or expect me to be. It’s not that I don’t want to work or contribute financially. I do. I want a normal existence, but “this life I loathe is in my way”.

So because of all this, I’ve decided to look at getting a complete psych evaluation. I’ve never been given any kind of diagnoses aside from issues with depression, anxiety, and substance abuse. I know that’s not all that’s going on. I’ve had potential diagnoses thrown around like bipolar disorder, BDP, OCD tendencies, suppressed memories of trauma... I’m sure the pills don’t help (“but it sure is funny”). I take them because I can’t handle day to day functioning. Every day it feels like there’s a crisis, and I’ve felt this way long before I ever took a swig of vodka or popped some pills. When I discovered those things, nothing seemed as intense anymore. I stopped jumping at my own shadow. No wonder I’m an addict.

[fiti-vation]

Mind sharing what you’re passionate about and what your 2019 personal goals are?

That is a really good question dear, with so many layers to it. I am passionate about a lot of things quite frankly. Clearly, since I run a fitness blog, fitness is one thing I am passionate about. Anything that pertains to health, nutrition and well-being. As I’ve always said, I like being active and I view the human body as the most impressive machine built for performance. In fact, the body is a machine that must be taken care of if we want it to perform well for an extended period of time. Developing a passion for health and fitness will not only help with physical health, but it helps improve one’s mental health and overall well-being. In that regard, I don’t think I would ever have had a passion for fitness if it wasn’t for running. I am a passionate about running, I am passionate runner, a solo runner, a runner who runs with her soul not her sole.

I run because it’s my passion, and not just a sport. Every time I walk out the door, I know why I’m going where I’m going, and I’m already focused on that special place where I find my peace and solitude. Running, to me, is more than just a physical exercise… it’s a consistent reward for victory! Running changed my life… Once you get that blood moving, it’s show time!

Running 🏃🏾‍♀️: 

Running is a great metaphor of life; you get out of it what you put into it. It has taught me a lot more than I could ever have imagined. It has taught me about perseverance, failure – how to accept defeat, self-accountability, discipline, determination, but most importantly, running has completely changed my view of life. Running doesn’t only rejuvenate you physically… Actually, it has strengthened me not only physically, but mentally and spiritually. Simply put, it has taught me how to venerate my body, soul and mind. Through difficult times and good times, running has always been there for me. I can’t remember what I was doing before running. I guess procrastinating, watching TV, gaining nothing. Running pervades my life. I wouldn’t go as fa as to say it has crept into other part of my life; I would rather say it has become its own part of my life.Through running, I’ve found exhilaration, challenges, strength, confidence, inspiration, peace and friends. I have run in all directions- away from, toward, in circles. I have run through joy, sorrow, anger, pain and confusion. I have challenged myself again and again and have emerged from each test a stronger, more confident woman.

Getting into running during my first year of college was truly a blessing in disguise. 2010, that’s the year when, as a college freshman, I started running. Immediately I was enamored. I loved the sense of exploration, of challenging myself, of being outside in all kinds of weather. I loved the time alone, time to think about whatever came to my head. I loved seeing if I could go farther than I ever had or run a loop faster than I did the week before. I loved how I felt physically while running and how I felt mentally when I was done. When I joined the university track and field team the next fall, I learned to love running even more. Training with teammates, racing against those teammates, building toward a long-term goal – all this and more about being a competitive runner added a whole other layer of attraction to this most natural act.

*Note college and university are NOT the same thing in Canada as in the U.S. College and university aren’t used interchangeably in Canada – they are two distinct establishments.

On a different note but still in relation to running, I never truly felt good in my skin, but running changed that. It gave me confidence. When you start to feel good physically, mentally and spiritually, you start to enjoy and value yourself as you should. Inevitably, you start to spend more on yourself and your well-being – this brings me to my next passion: skincare.

Skincare – Nutricosmetics, Nutraceuticals and Cosmeceuticals 🧴💊

Not gonna lie, self-care is addictive lol. Prior to my healthy lifestyle, I really wasn’t taking much care of my skin (yikes), but when I got into fitness, I really started reading more about anything and everything that pertains to wellbeing – and skincare caught my attention, I learned that the skin is our largest organ. After learning that the skin is our largest organ – damn right I started taking good care of it lol 💆🏽‍♀️. I will forever be mad at my teenage self for not taking good care of my skin. Luckily, I started sooner than later (18 baby).  I know so much about skincare that at some point I seriously started contemplating doing a certificate in dermatology or becoming an aesthetic/cosmetic nurse 💉.

The skin covers the body and prevents water loss, protects the body from injury and infection, regulates body temperature, eliminates wastes (sweat), produces vitamin D with the help of sunlight, gathers information about the environment, stores fat for fuel and insulation.

As I became a skincare junkie, I discovered about nutricosmetics, nutraceuticals and cosmeceuticals. The science behind these topics is quite interesting and fascinating. If one day you ever have some free time, I’d recommend reading on these topics.

Nutraceuticals are products, which other than nutrition are also used as medicine. A nutraceutical product may be defined as a substance, which has physiological benefit or provides protection against chronic disease.

Cosmeceuticals are the marriage of cosmetics and pharmaceuticals. Think: antioxidant plus lipstick or retinol plus face serum.Cosmeceuticals will contain active ingredients that are known to be beneficial to humans in some way,“ says Marie Jhin, MD, a dermatologist in San Francisco. “For example, vitamin C is a known antioxidant and when this is added to a lotion or cream the product is considered a cosmeceutical.” [X] If you’ve been following me for years, you know that I’m a Vitamin C advocate. Use it internally, topically – splurge yourself of Vitamin C! It did wonders to my skin.

Nutricosmetics - Beauty from Within: The term “Nutricosmetics” is a result of the fusion of “Nutraceuticals” and “Cosmeceuticals.” They are ingestible natural health products that enhance the function and appearance of an individual’s skin, nails, and hair. They are a range of beauty supplements and functional foods and beverages that claim to contain active ingredients and nutrients such as botanical actives, sterol esters, lycopene, enzymes, proteins, minerals, and vitamins that enhance beauty and are beneficial to health.  

Spirituality – motivational speaking, and coaching 🧘🏾‍♀️

In regard to running still, as mentioned earlier running has not only nourished my body, but also my soul and mind. Overall, it helped me grow as the individual that I am today. Although I like the person that I am, as mentioned previously I am in love with the person that I have the potential to be. Running reminds me that there is more to me than what is readily apparent much of the time. In feeding my mind and soul, running taught me that there is ALWAYS room for improvement. I am always pushing myself, so I can be a better version of myself.

Now, you have to wonder how I stay so motivated and determined all the time. The truth is that I do not think I would have had this buoyant strength in me to persevere, to succeed and to overcome the obstacles and difficulties of life, if it was not for all that running has taught me. I am very grateful for all the knowledge I have gained over the years through athletics. Running has humbled me in a way. In this respect, a poignant quote from Kareem Heshmat that deeply impacted me lately reads,

Now you…you know a lot about a lot, or a lot about a little, a little about a lot or a little about a little. You have an understanding of many more concepts than you give yourself credit for. You pick up facts here and there and form opinions that are worth sharing. Gather that knowledge into something useful; either implement that knowledge to bring about change in the world or pass it along to someone who will be inspired to do the same. Having knowledge means sharing knowledge.

It would certainly be selfish for me not to share this incredible knowledge that I have gained over the years. I am admittedly not the most knowledgeable fitness expert, but I believe that some can learn and relate with my journey. Fortunately for me, I was able to blossom as a strong individual. However, I recognize and acknowledge that I was and am privileged in a certain way, because the path to a healthy lifestyle is not the easiest - many fail all along this journey and / or never succeed.

Over the last 2-3 years, I have been really big on spirituality, soul searching, motivational speaking, and coaching. So, in the near future, I hope I can use all the knowledge I’ve gained over the years to inspire others to reach their full potential, whether that is physically, spiritually, emotionally, intellectually, occupationally, socially, environmentally, and / or financially [see post on 7 dimensions of Health]. 

Uplifting Others is an investment that always pays back dividends, not necessarily from the outside, but for one’s own peace of mind and soul. In many ways, what we put out into the world is returned to us in the form of our own inner peace, happiness, contentment, and well-being. That makes developing passion for others into something that can really help with our peace of mind and place in life.

Nature 🍃

With regard to running and spirituality, I’ve found trail running to be so beneficial for my body and mind, and surprisingly, it made me learn to enjoy nature more than I did when I was younger. Trail running takes you up the mountain, over the river, and through the woods, and that often gives you a much more scenic view than we could ever hope for on an urban jaunt on the road. Trails just have a way of closing off the rest of the world and all of the chaos. Put simply, trail running is quiet and contemplative.

There is no Wi-Fi in the forest, but I promise you will find a better connection.

Miscellaneous 🖼🎨✈️👩🏾‍⚖️

As I mentioned at the beginning of this post, I have a lot of passions, but if I list them all, this post will never end. Those discussed above are my main ones, but I am also very passionate about social justice, art, and travelling.

Art: Art such as running is another of expressing oneself. At the end we’re all just searching for that tiny space, perhaps a hole that gives us shelter from the struggles of life.

Travelling:  Although Canada is the second largest country in the world and one of the most diverse, I would like to see what else is out there before being 30. I’d love to spend the rest of my 20s travelling. Traveling is so rewarding, not only for the mind but also for the soul. I love being around people and learning about different cultures and languages and as cheesy as it might sound, what I’d like to do is somehow combine these facts with the aim to help dismantle prejudices and unite people. On that note, this brings me to my next point.

Social justice: Justice in terms of the distribution of wealth, opportunities, and privileges within a society is something we should all advocate for. Fighting against discrimination, prejudice and injustice has always been something dear to my heart, especially as a Black woman.

Personal goals 🗓

In terms of my personal goals for 2019, the year is almost over lol, so my expectations aren’t too high, but before the year ends as I’ve mentioned previously, I’d like to start a YouTube channel. I’m also in the process of writing my first eBook.

Some of my personal goals for the future include:• writing a visual cookbook;• writing a skincare tips book;• partaking in a marathon or bodybuilding contest;• having my own brand of supplement for elite athletes and bodybuilders;• creating fitness gear/compact and affordable gym equipments• doing a TED talk.

But most importantly I’d really love to turn my passion for fitness blogging into a full-time job, I’d like to be my own boss. One of my inspirations is Marc Fitt, what he has accomplished on his own is truly impressive. And he’s French Canadian. so I totally relate to him 😂 (Maple syrup, ketchup chips, poutine, you know 😂😭).

I’m speaking these goals into existence! 🙏🏽

[jksangelic]

more than friends (m)

↳ rating: M

↳ genre: smut, angst, tiny fluff, roommate!jungkook, 

↳ pairing: reader x jungkook (ft. taehyung as the “fuck buddy”)

↳ warnings: dom themes, daddy kink (I’m sorry I know), breath play, bondage (?), overstimulation, phone sex but not the kind you’re thinking of, jungkook has tattoos (-: maybe slight dubcon???? exhibitionism????? what ISN’T in this )-: 

↳ summary: you and jungkook have been roommates and close friends for a couple years, and you’re oblivious to the fact that the only reason why he hates your recent fuck-buddy is because he has the fattest crush on you. 

↳ note: i actually wrote this for a friend, so, um. this is for you, bitch. i spent days on this. anyway, to anyone else reading this trash, enjoy, you heathens!

↳ words: 7,694+

↳ series: one | two | ?

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“Tae,” you breathe, extending your neck and allowing him to litter kisses and scrape his teeth along your jaw, “Taehyung, he’s going to be home any second now.”

His large hand slides down your bare stomach, trailing his blunt nails up and down until he finally sneaks under your flimsy t-shirt and massages a breast. You internally thank yourself for forgetting to wear a bra and let your pleasure be heard.

Taehyung responds by humming lowly, letting you feel the vibrations through the hickey he was working on above your collarbone. You’ve always scolded him for leaving marks when he wouldn’t let you return the favor, but he was dominant in every aspect and shut out every rule you’ve ever given him; not that it was too much of a bad thing anyway.

For a second, he lifts his head, noses touching and eyes mocking, “So what? Not like you care when he’s home anyway.”

You roll your eyes and push him away, causing him to slump back to the end of your couch. He props his leg up devilishly, fully aware that his hard-on is on display and watching you with his head tilted back; he was testing you.

The act in itself was tempting, but the fact that it was Kim Taehyung, with long silver locks that covered one eye and parted for the other, his infamous boxy-grin that displayed wickedly perfect teeth, and golden skin that resembled honey was enough to make you hot and bothered.

Taehyung was a simple man; known as nothing more than an untouchably attractive philanderer that had taken a particular interest in you a little over a month ago. You had taken this “interest” to heart, thinking you could have been the woman to change his ways. However, upon confessing your feelings to Tae, he immediately turned you down and informed you of the other women he kept in his pockets, even during your intimate time together.

It hurt, sure, but leaving him and abandoning the pleasure he gave you was too many losses in one day. Even more, your pride was already crumpled from the events and you figured bouncing back with the “friends-with-benefits” proposition would keep you from feeling like a complete idiot.

“Sorry, hon, but you’re only supposed to be here to pick up your laptop,” you smirk, leaning forward and nestling your head in the crook of his groin, playfully nipping at the material of his sweatpants. “You have a date with Serena soon anyways.”

A growl rumbles in his throat, suddenly remembering the event he drunkenly planned at Jimin’s party the previous night.

The both of you being distracted by your own thoughts, you must have not heard the click of the front door upon a guest’s entry.

“Fucking gross. Y/N, you have a room for a reason. Fucking use it.” Jungkook aggravatingly spits, chucking his gym bag next to the kitchen island and raiding the contents of the fridge with vigor.

Removing your head from its comfortable spot, you pull your shirt back down and rearrange yourself as to not show your whole ass in your, conveniently for Tae, very short workout spandex to your roommate.

“Hi, Kookie. How was your day?” You retort with a fake, syrupy voice. When he doesn’t answer, you look back to Taehyung, who has softened and reached out for his laptop before tucking it underneath his arm.

“Alright, alright, prick. I’m leaving.” Tae chucks up his signature “V” to Jungkook, who was now eating a slice of pizza, and heads for the door.

After the door shuts, you attempt to sneak past Kook without further interrogation, but know better when he suddenly clicks his tongue.

“He’s such an ass, Y/N. You deserve so much better than that and you know it.”

You roll your eyes, having heard this before. You spin on your heel, walk towards Jungkook and lean on the fridge.

“We’re just friends and you know this. The benefits are mutual and I’m content with the way it is.”

“You’re that desperate for dick, huh? That’s pathetic.” He says, shoving a ridiculously large bite of pizza crust into his mouth.

“At least I’m having sex, Kookie. When was the last time you blew your load without the assistance of baby lotion and your right hand?”

With this, he rolls his head in annoyance and scoffs. “You’re a bitch.”

You wink, snatch the rest of the pizza crust that resorts in his hand, and finish it off while heading back to your room. Nothing was more enjoyable than winning a fight with him.

Your roommate, Jeon Jungkook, is nothing short of a temperamental college dropout. When you had first met, you were blinded by his straight dark hair, charming looks, and tattoo-cluttered arms; but a month into your quiet-yet-friendly living quarters, it was as if his free trial was over, and you now faced the full price and wrath that was Jungkook.

Jungkook was very… blunt, and in some ways, you really appreciated that. In others, you sometimes wished he would just shut the fuck up. Highly opinionated and judgmental, having him around was like having four older brothers living under the same roof consistently nagging you over anything you did.

Needless to say, it was difficult to talk about your personal love endeavors with him. Even though he was your friend, he treated you like you were naïve, and sometimes you knew you were, but it didn’t mean he had to undermine your actions or assume the worst. Even more, his whole mood inconveniently shifts from jerk to full-blown asshat, the recent conversation only scratching the surface of his regular lashings.

Aside from that, over the course of a couple years, you had finally grown comfortable of Jungkook’s disposition and loved him very much. Did you wish he would pick up around the apartment more? Sure. Did you ever try convincing him that blasting his music on his various speakers at 2AM is very annoying? Oh, yes. Did you embarrassingly beg him to stop leaving his jizz-filled tissues blatantly laying around in his room or on top of the bathroom trash bin? Unfortunately so.

But the world works in unforgiving ways and as much as you had wished for a quirky young female roomie to reply to your Facebook post, you got the galaxy’s cutest gangbanger.

After wasting a few hours on YouTube, you decide to wash up for the night; taking your phone, a pair of panties, and your favorite button-up that Jungkook gave you, you make your way to the shared bathroom and lock the door behind you. (There have been enough embarrassing encounters of Jungkook walking in on you, thank you very much.)

As the steaming water runs down your body, you can’t help but think of Taehyung. You knew you wouldn’t get any farther with him, but you couldn’t imagine leaving the relationship—or whatever it was, entirely. Maybe Jungkook was right, even though you established a strict boundary of “friends-with-benefits”, it was still toxic in the sense that you harbored fondness for Taehyung.

You knew one day you would have to end things for your own sake, but even then, being scarred from the first attempt at explaining your feelings made confrontation difficult for you.

Your mind went on like this for a while, looping back and forth between being uncomfortably content with the current situation and positively anxious knowing that you need to save yourself from getting any more involved.

Realizing you’ve been drowning in your self-pitying thoughts for the past twenty minutes, you finish washing your hair and shut off the, now cold, stream. Out the corner of your eye, you spot the flash of your phone and notice Tae had texted you a few minutes ago.

“Date didn’t go too well. Want to spend the night tonight? We can watch a movie or two if you’d like.”

And as simple as that, you caved like you weren’t silently combusting over your dilemma just twenty seconds ago.

“I’ll be over in 30,” you send, slamming your phone back onto the counter like it was the source of your disappointment. Throwing on the clothes you brought into the restroom, you walk back into your room and plop onto your bed face-first.

Jungkook must have smelled your distress as you heard him pad through the hallway and knock on your door almost immediately.

“Come in,” you muffle into your pillow.

“You look tired. Did you masturbate yourself to sleep?” He asks, potato chip bag in one hand and the other shoveling some into his mouth. God, that guy was a walking vacuum.

“Sadly, no,” you mutter, “I’m having an existential crisis.”

He frowns at this and plops down next to you in bed, his large body consuming your twin-size mattress. “What’s wrong? Do you want to talk about it?”

You shrug, “Not really. It’s just boy stuff.”

He looks appalled, throwing his hands in the air and spilling chips in the process, “I am a boy! How much more qualified do I need to be?”

You tilt your head and give a ha-ha before standing up and busying yourself with folding clothes or moving something from one place to another; antsy.

When you stand, Jungkook notices your very… revealing choice of clothing. When Jungkook had given you his old shirt, he had not expected you to utilize it as much as you did, and frankly, it made his heart and his dick jump at the sight almost every time.

As if the heavens had heard his pleas, you conveniently reach for a high shelf in your closet and expose the black lace panties that hid under his shirt. Gulping, Jungkook scrambles to look at anything else but you.

Breaking his trance, you suddenly speak, “Oh, by the way, I won’t be home tonight. I have plans. Do you mind just running the next laundry load while I’m gone?”

He ignores the chore you assign him and inquires, “Where are you going?”

Your movements stutter, knowing that if you told him you were spending the night at Taehyung’s, he would throw a fit. But whether you answered him or not, he knew.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes with balled fists, acting as if he held the world’s responsibilities on his shoulders.

“I know you’ll, like, cut my dick off or something but I swear to God, someday, I will pummel his face into oblivion.”

You giggle in amusement and locate the nearest duffel bag to shove clothes into. “I know, Kookie.”

He grunts, “If you know he’s shitty, why do you keep feeding him? Taehyung is like, bottom-of-the-barrel shit.”

You pout to him and zip up your things. Somewhere in your actions, you managed to find shorts and Jungkook is internally disappointed.

“Don’t be mean. He can be a good guy sometimes.”

“My ass, Y/N. If you looked up ‘small-dicked bastard’ in the dictionary, his face pops up. I know it,” he continues.

“Jungkook,” you throw a stuffed animal at his face, “literally shut up. If you’re going to harass me anymore before I leave, you can escort yourself back to your own room.”

He ignores you and furrows his brows, “Like, I’ve accidentally seen his dick, no thanks to you by the way; it’s not even impressive!” He begins counting on his fingers, “He’s small, he’s dumb as fuck, he doesn’t even like you that way—”

“Jeon Jungkook!” you yell in vexation.

“—he won’t ever love you, Y/N, that’s honestly just some bullshit fantasy of yours. You’re so blind to it and I can’t stand to pity you anymore,” he claims nonchalantly.

You froze, his comment figuratively slapping you in the face. For a second, the room is absolutely quiet and you feel blood rush to your face. Not only were you mortified, but livid at how easy it was for Jungkook to spew such an exclamation.

Your eyes sting and tears threaten to fall. Jungkook must have noticed because his eyes suddenly bulge and he’s sitting up quick.

“Y/N?” he voices with concern.

He won’t ever love you.

And as much as you needed to hear that exact sentence, you never wanted to hear it from someone like your best friend. He was right in every sense; Tae would never sympathize enough to genuinely interpret your feelings and reciprocate them, but now that it was said aloud and floated in the air, you wanted to sob.

More concerningly, Jungkook would never go this far in any of the conversations you two have had about Taehyung. Even he knew his boundaries, and you trusted him to still respect your heart as a woman. You trusted him and you were entirely wrong and he somehow managed to rip your heart out and stomp on it and give you his large, round puppy eyes like he was oblivious to how bad that hurt.

Ever so quietly, you breathe, “Fuck you.”

Jungkook watches as you wipe at your sniffling nose and red eyes. “What?”

“Fuck you!” you fume, grabbing your bag and storming towards your door, “get out of my room!”

He chuckles, “Are you serious? Baby, chill out. Come here and give me a hug or something.”

You flash him a close-lipped smile before slamming your door on him.

“Fuck all the way off,” you say to no one in particular. On the way to the front door, you snatch Jungkook’s Jeep keys off the coffee table, now declaring he won’t need the car for the night and march out of the apartment.

When you finally load your stuff into his black Jeep and fling yourself into the driver’s seat, you decide to give yourself a few minutes to cool off.

It wasn’t too big of a deal, you’re sure Jungkook’s fat mouth just got the best of him, but it still made you vehemently emotional. You weren’t head-over-heels for Taehyung either, but you were embarrassingly afraid of being alone and you desperately sought for affection, which is actually really dumb now that you think about it.

You sighed as you realized that you may have been oversensitive, but nonetheless, the fight only occurred ten minutes ago, and it would be best if you just left.

Reaching into your bag to grab your phone and text Tae, you feel your brain melt into realization.

You left your phone in the restroom from when you showered.

Lady Luck surely wasn’t on your side today, but you were very dependent on your phone and you would rather walk back inside, tail between your legs, than be petty enough to leave it entirely just because of a measly dispute.

Hopping out of his ridiculously lifted Jeep, you ride the elevator back to your floor and try to open the door as quietly as possible. Perhaps Jungkook wouldn’t even catch you coming back in if he was in his room.

Cautiously tiptoeing through the hall, you recognize the groan of the pipes in the walls and curse silently; Jungkook was showering. In the only bathroom of the apartment. With your phone comfortably laying on the counter.

Fortunately, he left the door ajar enough for your body to slip through and grab it without his knowing, hopefully. In front of the door, you can hear the shower stream fluctuating, assuming he must be washing still, you go for the kill only to be horrified by the occurring events.

Jungkook fucking moans; and not just a “yeah-this-shower-is-relaxing” moan, but a fully-fledged whine.

Suddenly, you hear, what you surmise to be, the rapid sounds of Kook pumping himself in the water and you force yourself to bite down on your lip so hard as to keep yourself from laughing, crying, or a pathetic combination of the two. You should just grab your phone and leave, but he doesn’t stop.

“Ah… Y/N…” Jungkook growls, stopping you in your tracks.

You whip your head to look back to the shower; did he catch you walking in on him?

Seeing that the shower curtain was, indeed, closed, it takes you a few moments to interpret why he called your name.

“F-Fuck, Y/N,” he grunts out again, voice low and heavy and you swear to god it rattled throughout your bones.

He’s fucking jacking himself off to you.

Jeon Jungkook, your hot-ass roommate that was also your best friend, is masturbating to the thought of you and is continuing to call out your name like it’s the sweetest fucking thing in the world.

You suddenly feel like you’re intruding and do your best to escort yourself as quick as possible from the bathroom, face hot and limbs resembling jelly. You retire in his room since its closest and sit on his desk, unfortunately now having to wait until he is out because you were too much of a wuss to grab your phone in the first place.

You’re in awe to think this is the first time you have ever caught Jungkook, let alone be the source of his sexual desires. Your mind failed to replay any moment where Jungkook seemed even remotely interested in you, so you just idled stupidly, twiddling your fingers while you hear Jungkook shut off the water in the other room.

Not wanting to risk the chance of him showing up naked, you voice your presence, “J-Jungkook! I’m in your room. Can you grab my phone?” you call out rather squeakily. In the midst of your question, Jungkook audibly startles and shuffles around before appearing in the doorframe, making eye contact with you.

Eyes wide and skin reddened from the shower, he doesn’t say anything as he walks inside and chucks your phone onto his bed. Facing his back towards you, he manages a sentence.

“When did you come back?”

“Uhh,” you start, distracted by the amount and depth of the tattoo that stretches across his back and shoulder blades. A traditional Japanese-style design is perfectly canvased on his muscular back; lotuses, peonies, and chrysanthemums perfectly mixed into black waves and god it must have taken hours for him to get it done. Only the flowers are featured in different shades of deep reds and pinks, everything else colorless or purposefully outlined, leaving some of his tanned skin peeking throughout some part of the tattoo.

“I’ve been here for a little while,” you finish, oblivious to the fact that you should have just lied to save yourself from the conversation that you were now trapped in.

He turns to face you, “Okay, uh. Do you want to take your phone?”

“Oh my god, when did you have these many tattoos?” you fluster shamelessly, raking your eyes over the ink that traveled on his chest and down his arms. It strictly stopped on his pecs, but it didn’t halt you from giving a once-over to his muscular stomach and indented “v” that peeked above his towel.

He quirks a brow at your gawking, “For a few months besides my arms. Are you done being mad now?”

You stand up and head towards his bed to grab your damned phone when you can feel him loom over you. Squeaking in surprise, you turn towards him, “What?”

“Y/N… please don’t leave,” he pleas, and you swear you’ve never heard him use this tone before.

“I was a jerk, I shouldn’t have said that to you. But Taehyung is an asshole and I meant it in a caring way. I don’t want to see you hurting from him anymore,” he says sincerely, “Don’t go.”

And even though this isn’t the right moment and for once, Jungkook is being sweet, the realization hits you.

“Jungkook, are you… jealous of Tae?” you say half-jokingly.

The question itself looks like it punched Kook in the stomach, as his face turns pink and he blinks too many times.

“Why the fuck—” he starts, but you cut him off.

“Kookie, do you like me? Is that why you hate Taehyung so much? And in the shower—”

“What do you mean ‘in the shower’?” his face flushes, already knowing the answer.

Shit, you didn’t mean to include that.

“Look, Y/N, I don’t want to ruin anything we have right now because, hell, we live together and it’s already fucking awkward that you like Taehyung and caught me legit getting off just minutes ago,” he starts, somewhat level-headed.

“Kookie, I don’t not like you? You’re just so annoying sometimes and you act like you’re my brother or something and it’s really off-putting, and I mean I find you attractive, super attractive! But I didn’t think you liked me or thought of me just as a friend so I tried to stay away and this is just so surprising to me like—”

More than anything, Jungkook just kisses you so you would stop talking, but then his hand reaches the back of your neck and pushes you in a little and you lay your hands on his wet chest to stable yourself and it just feels so good.

But then you realize what the hell is happening and push him far enough to break the kiss.

“Kookie, wait—” you sigh, but Jungkook’s eyes roll and his hand now travels in your hair and tugs it slightly.

“Stop fucking calling me that,” he growls, and you swear the room is so much hotter than it was ten seconds ago.

His hair is drenched and pushed back off of his forehead, leaking droplets of water onto his shoulders and sliding down his firm body. His eyes are glazed in lust, hooded, and keep flicking between your eyes and your lips. This literal sex god disguised as your roomie left your mind in goo and everything was just so confusing.

“Jungkook?” you respond quietly, secretly hoping to appease his request. You unconsciously reach out to draw circles on his taut stomach, even daring to reach so low to feel the jut of his hipbones.

His eyes flutter at the touch of your dainty hands and closes the distance by pushing his hips against yours. You look back into his eyes, so innocent and Kook has a sudden desire to ruin you right now and show you who you belong to.

He pretends to think for a moment, rolling his head around and showing off his thick neck until he answers, “Mmm, too casual.”

You tilt your head in confusion and tease him a little, “Are you a ‘baby’ kind of person?” He makes a distasteful face and leans in closer.

“I don’t want you calling me any pet names that you give to just anyone either,” he droops his head into the crook of your neck, his close warmth causing you to shudder as he whispers in your ear, “I just want to be yours. So how about ‘daddy’?”

You flash a face of surprise and fail at hiding sheepishness. He chuckles at how rigid your body is; have you really never called someone “daddy” before?

“Yeah, I think I like that. Don’t you, Y/N?” he says, purposefully trying to humiliate you.

Jungkook was crawling under your skin and he knew it, taking pride of his control over you. However, you caught him off guard when you gave him a taste of his own medicine.

You hook your fingers under his towel and purr your most seductive, “Okay, daddy,” and even though it sounds so foreign leaving your mouth, you give Jungkook a run for his money.

He’s utterly stunned for a moment, unaware of how confident you could be but appreciating the second of dominance you had.

Hips still stuck together, you notice your effect has made him very… excited. He grinds his growing bulge into your lower stomach and you gasp in surprise. He tried his hardest to control himself, but it would only be moments before he went animalistic on you.

“Okay, love, I’m going to give you five seconds to decide if you really want this or not,” he says lowly, sliding his large hands underneath your shirt and trailing dangerously close to your breasts.

“Five,” he starts.

It suddenly dawns on you that you have plans with Taehyung, and that you should have been there awhile ago. It also settles in your brain that this is really fucking happening, and that there would be no turning back if you let Jungkook continue.

“Four.”

Your dilemma seems to display on your face because Kook looks worried. He almost looks hurt that you are really contemplating taking Taehyung over him.

“Three?” he questions, and you decide that you don’t need the full five seconds.

You lace your fingers through his wet hair and pull him into your kiss, relieving him of his worries and licking at his lips. He groans at the feeling and digs his fingers into your bare skin, relishing how small and soft you are under his hold.

He pulls away and takes his hands out of your shirt but presses his forehead against yours, “You know what you’re asking for, right? If you think I’m going to fuck you lightly just because I love you, you’re wrong,” he warns.

Although you should be more concerned about how he just confessed to you, you nod your head frantically and decide that you can properly talk about things after he takes care of you.

“Great,” he states, abruptly grabbing your shirt that he gave to you and ripping it apart so vigorously that the buttons fly, admiring the fact you weren’t wearing a bra underneath and immediately sucking marks above your chest.

“What the hell, Kook! That was my favorite shirt!” you whine, but he continues without a care.

“I promise I’ll give you my whole closet if you just shut the fuck up,” he spits, placing his hand on your waist and guiding you down to sit on his bed.

“Lay back,” he instructs, and you do just so, letting your head loll to its side. Contrary to your assumptions, his comforter smells like detergent mixed with his cologne and you wish you could bury your face in it, suddenly appreciating his natural scent.

Laying down like this, you can clearly see the outline of Jungkook’s bulge underneath the towel and you audibly gulp; you wondered how large he was.

Jungkook suddenly latches his hands under your knees and pulls you until your ass reaches the end of the bed, your startled yelps making him chuckle.

Kneeling and leaning his head between your legs, he licks and places kisses on your inner thigh, leaving you gasping in response. You feel yourself getting hot and wet, and you hope Jungkook can’t smell your arousal.

But as if he read your mind, he uses a thumb to circle your clothed cunt and you hiccup at the sudden friction, “You smell so good, Y/N.” In one swift motion, he removes your shorts and throws them across the room. Even though your thong is black, Jungkook can clearly see the growing wet mark and his chest grows with arrogance.

“Jungkook, please do something,” you cry, frustrated with his slow movements.

Pulling your panties to the side with his thumb, he blows cool air onto your heated core and you twitch.

“What did I say about my name?” he questions cockily.

“Fuck, daddy, please eat me out, finger me, anything! I’m begging,” you squeal.

He doesn’t take another second to lick a broad stripe up your folds, properly tasting your juices and humming in approval.

“You’re so sweet, baby,” he says, licking a few more times before wrapping his arms around your thighs so they lay on his shoulders, “get ready.”

You moan shamelessly as he sucks with brutal force, wet slurping sounds flooding the room. The man eats you out like you’re the first thing he’s tasted in weeks, rolling your clit behind his teeth with his tongue then soothing the pain by licking it tenderly. By instinct, your grab his hair for leverage but he doesn’t care.

It doesn’t take long for your stomach to pool with nerves, but as Jungkook feels you twitching in pleasure, he pulls away.

“I didn’t wait two years for you to cum in two minutes, baby. Hold it off,” he threatens, leaving you wriggling in disappointment.

After what he deems to be long enough, he presses his tongue flat against your nub once more, slowly moving in circles as he introduces his middle finger into your slit. You mewl as he hooks it upward, searching for the perfect spot. Once he finds it, you arch your back off the bed and groan.

“Fuck, how are you this tight? I only have one finger in and I can barely move around in here, princess,” he says, resuming his attack on your g-spot and watching you squirm in awe.

Watching him with his eyes sealed shut and jaw clenching as he focuses on your pleasure was a scene you wanted to burn into your memory. Distracted from the visual unfolding before you, he opens his eyes slightly and catches you staring, biting your clit as punishment.

“Ah, fuck! I-I’m too sensitive,” you complain, but ruthless as he was, he counters by adding his ring finger into your folds. You cry at the burn and stimulation.

Removing his mouth from your swollen clit, he slides up so his face is level with yours. He kisses you roughly, forcing you to taste the bittersweet juices he had accumulated by colliding your tongues together. He speeds his hand up, his palm repetitively hitting your sweet spot and fingers curling in.

He drinks up your moans, refusing to take his mouth off yours as he slams a third finger into you, causing you to grunt in discomfort. You grab his wrist, pleading for him to stop, but his strength overwhelms yours by a longshot.

“Kookie, please, it hurts,” you whimper but he only clicks his tongue.

“I know, baby. I’m sorry, but daddy has to do this. I won’t fit otherwise,” he sympathizes. You look at him, puzzled.

After scissoring his fingers in you enough so you’re properly stretched, he responds to your curiosity by removing his towel and you’re honestly afraid.

“Oh, Jungkook. That’s not going to fit in me,” you exclaim. He uses the juices on his fingers to pump his impressive length a few times, his hands barely able to encompass his whole girth. The tip curved slightly to your satisfaction, head a pretty pink and leaking precum.

“Yes it will, sweetheart. I know you can take it,” he coos, “can you do a favor for me now? Will you turn around?” he questions, helping you shift so your head was towards the edge this time, your view now consisting of a close-up on his cock. Once settled, you realized what he wanted and started to voice your denial.

“Shh, baby, you’ll be fine. Just a little, okay? Keep fingering yourself for me,” he commands, using his hand to position his dick at your mouth, “open up.”

Reluctant for a second, you obey by opening your mouth enough for him to place his tip between your lips. His head was velvety, closing your eyes as you maneuver your lips around him to suckle on it. He hisses at the feeling but keeps himself from moving while you lick and taunt his slit, eventually enveloping more of his shaft into your mouth.

With this, he slowly begins to move in and out of you, letting you adjust to his size as he gets deeper and deeper into your throat. Once he builds speed, you rest your hands on his thick thighs, warning him; as if the action sets him off, he grips both of your wrists with his hand firmly and starts to fuck your throat harshly.

You gag at the sudden change of pace and his hips stutter but you regain your composure and allow him to snap his hips faster and faster. You occasionally swallow and hum and he groans loudly, his noises of ecstasy setting your loins ablaze.

Your eyes prickle with tears, falling down your soft face and Jungkook thinks you’re the prettiest thing ever. You feel his cock harden in your mouth and you use your tongue to lick his underside, welcoming his climax.

He stops right before he cums, pulling out quickly and twitching as you gasp for air. In the midst of him slamming into your mouth, he managed to split your bottom lip, blood and saliva smeared across your mouth; mixed in with your tears from earlier, you looked like the epitome of sex. He moans at the sight and grabs his phone from his computer desk.

“God, you look so pretty when you’re wrecked,” you hear the shutter of his camera and your eyes snap open, “I really should show my friends this, you know. They all think you’re so erotic and sexy. They’d be stoked to know they let me fuck your throat as hard as I did.”

You glare at him, “P-Piss off.”

Stroking himself, he nods his head, “Move.”

You sit up and adjust yourself so your head is laying on his pillows, Kook following closely as his presses kisses to your breasts and hovers above. His body heat radiates onto you while water drips from his hair and the mix of hot-and-cold with your heady lust is making everything feel like cloud nine and you just wish Jungkook would have told you he liked you earlier because you were missing out on so much.

Jungkook, totally infatuated with leaving every inch of your ribcage covered in wet kisses, eventually comes to his senses and sits up. He grabs both of your ankles and hoists them in the air, transferring them to one hand and using the other to hook onto your panties and slides them off in one swift action. He stares for a second, admiring the way your ass looks with extended, thin legs displayed only for him, and it takes every ounce of restraint to keep from eating you out again.

Using your semi-wet panties, you briefly see the cogs in his mind spin before he leans over you again, “Once I start, I promise you I won’t stop, but this is to keep your pretty little hands from interfering” he says, using your thongs to tie your wrists together and the burn of the fabric makes you wince.

“Keep your hands above your head, got it?” he says intimidatingly, and you nod in agreement.  With this, he places your legs above his shoulder and makes eye contact.

“Hold on to that headboard for me, yeah baby?” he says with a pant, aligning his dick with your entrance. You don’t quite understand but you do so, struggling slightly with the bondage.

He doesn’t take any interest in “going slow”, and immediately shoves half of his length in and starts at a fast pace, causing you to mewl on impact and grip the wood of his bedframe firmly.

“O-Oh my god! Jungkook, d-daddy, holy shit,” you pant, feeling Kook’s thick cock fight its way through your tight walls, pulsating as he pumps within you.

He growls with each thrust, proud of the moans that spill out of your mouth because of what he’s doing to your body.

“How is it, Y/N? Tell me what it feels like,” he ponders, varying between quick, sharp thrusts and skilled grinding.

“It feels so, so good. Ah—you fuck me so well, I already wanna cum,” you admit, your pussy leaking profusely as evidence. You throw your arms around his neck, raking your nails across his back and he hisses in sweet pain.

When he finally starts to speed back up, you hear a continuous chime in the distance. Focusing on it a little more, you notice it’s your phone buzzing right beside your head and your stomach coils.

“It’s Taehyung,” Jungkook growls, slowing his movements to a dangerously slow rate, “go ahead and answer it for me, baby.”

There was a change of tone in the air; a sudden animalistic spike of arousal that seemed to stem from Kook, and his cocky grin didn’t ease you at all.

“W-What?” you stutter, horrified at his question.

In an instant, his hand is around your throat and he squeezes just enough to make it hard for you to catch your breath. Meanwhile, he slid his dick completely out of you, leaving you clenching around air.

“I fucking said to answer it, bitch. Or I’ll cum right here on your stomach,” he growls, and you cry in frustration at the sudden loss of contact. When he raises an eyebrow to question if you’ll listen, you bob your head to show your subservience and struggle to grab your phone with hands tied together.

Unfortunately, you manage to answer it in time and hold it up to your ear, “H-Hello?”

Smug with your obedience, Jungkook eases into you once more, this time, not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt and you have to bite your lip to the point of reopening your wound to keep your cries in.

“Y/N? Where are you? I thought you were coming over, kitten,” Tae drawls. Jungkook makes a face of disgust at his pet name for you and snaps his hips viciously, making you squirm at the action.

“Oh! Uh, about that… I can’t anymore,” Kook releases his hold on your neck and instead kneads a breast, giving you a wink, “I forgot… I had to do some work stuff.”

“Aw, you should’ve told me, I would’ve come over instead,” he pouts. Jungkook suddenly dips down to take a nipple in his teeth, suckling and biting it to hardness while gliding smoothly into your g-spot.

“It’s okay! Um, I’ll just text you later, okay?” you attempt to close the conversation. Jungkook, however, doesn’t like how rude you’re being to Taehyung and slams so hard into your core that you drop your phone, letting out a loud whine of ecstasy.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What happened?” you faintly hear Tae’s voice through the phone. Trying to end the call, Jungkook beats you to it and snatches it from the bed, holding to your ear and mouthing a “don’t touch”.

“Ha! Yeah, sorry, I dropped my phone.”

“Okay… Are you sure? You sound really out of breath,” he voices with concern.

You don’t pay too much attention to the question as Jungkook readjusts so your knees are up to your head and his face is right next to your ear, using this position to slide deeper into you, kissing the end of your walls. Sliding all the way out until just the tip remains, he rockets his hips forward and repeats the cycle with diligent speed.

You moan flagrantly, hiccupping with every snap of his hips and burying your nails into the wood of his bed once more.

“What the—What the fuck is going on, Y/N?” you hear Tae seethe through the phone.

Kook bites your lobe once before grunting quietly in your ear, “Tell him whose slut you are now, yeah? Tell him how much better I fuck you than he does,” he dares.

You whip your head towards him, looking for any hint of sarcasm and flush when you realize that he’s serious.

“What? No!” you hiss.

Jaw clenching and seething at your insubordination, he yanks himself out of you and manhandles you onto your stomach, lifting your ass up and you have no room to protest when your fucking hands are tied.

As if you weren’t humiliated enough, you unexpectedly feel a slap on your bare ass, causing you to cry in discomfort. Jungkook spanks you again, not even stopping to soothe the pain before whispering a, “Fucking say it.”

Simultaneously, he buries his cock deep inside of you, forcing all of his length into your tight hole and making you shriek into the sheets. Squelching noises echo throughout the room and your mewls are filled with pure bliss as Jungkook fills you to the brim.

As he holds the phone to your ear once more, you’re too fucked-out to care anymore, whining a, “Taehyungie… I’m sorry, but Jungkook is fucking me so well right now,” another snap makes you whimper euphorically, “it feels too good, ah! So much better than anyone has ever filled me…” you admit.

Jungkook chuckles darkly and kisses your spine, licking stripes up your shoulders. You can hear Taehyung startle for a second, genuinely confused and angry before you hear the tone indicating that he hung up. Kook, joyed to know the distraction was gone, chucks your phone across the room and replaces his hands to grip your hips.

His fingers are digging so hard into your skin that you’re sure bruises will appear the next morning, but you welcome every mark he’ll give you. You want the pain, the pleasure, everything Jungkook gifts. You want Jungkook.

Solely focused on your pleasure now, Kook pounded into you with so much force that his bed croaked with every piercing punch to your sweet spot. You whimpered and whined and howled and cussed profanities, all sweet music to his ears.

Even though your hands were bound, you attempted to touch your clit, wanting to send yourself over the edge as soon as possible. You didn’t know how much longer you would last.

Before reaching your pelvis, Jungkook slaps your ass hard and you scream, his hand now pushing your back down even further.

“I know you can cum untouched, baby. Let daddy finish you,” he snarls, so you let your hands fall limp under you.

Jungkook watched as his length disappeared into you, your arousal dripping between your thighs and all over his lower stomach. He has a desire to watch you unfold in front of him, and repeatedly fucks against your cervix until he feels you tighten around his cock. He groans at the feeling and speeds up as you start to wail.

Your orgasm comes, all strings snapping and electricity shooting throughout your body as Jungkook strains to keep your limbs still. You’re seeing stars and feel incredibly light; you don’t think you’ve ever came this hard.

Jungkook feels it too, sadistically pumping into you and making you sob in overstimulation. When you attempt to pull away from him, his grip forces you back.

“You’re going to take all of my cock, so stop fucking whining,” he barks, and you shake your head.

He ignores you, pistoling into your core anyway. The liquid you excreted from your previous climax made it easier for Jungkook to fuck you faster than before, and it doesn’t take long before he’s spilling into you.

He whines into your back, squirting his last spurts of semen before softening and taking himself out. Without his support, your legs fall and he topples over beside you, panting and wiping sweat off his forehead.

Your body writhed in its high, taking a few minutes to slow your breathing and roll over to face Jungkook.

“You okay?” he asks, scooting closer to your worn-out body and removing your hair from your face.

Your eyes were heavy and it was hard to stay awake but you endured a single nod.

“No no, baby. Stay awake. C’mon, get up,” he starts, but you groaned in exhaustion. You didn’t think you could move for the rest of your life.

Jungkook sighed, heaving himself out of bed and leaving the room. Although drifting in and out of consciousness, you’re aware that he left and you can’t help but feel used. Was this all just some sort of gimmick to get you to sleep with him? You knew better than to think this way, but you had lingering anxiety anyway.

Kook comes back a few minutes later; seeing you in your sleepy state, he rolls and scoops you up into his arms bridal-style, escorting you out of his room. You wake up enough to realize he’s holding you and you figure he’s taking you to your own bed.

You pout, “Why didn’t you let me sleep in your bed, you little shit?”

“Because we’re not sleeping right now. You smell like sweat and cum and—gross, you’re leaking cum everywhere and—we’re going to take a bath. Is that okay with you, princess?” he drawls with sarcasm.

“What? We are?” you say, utterly stunned.

He doesn’t answer as he slips you into the tub, the water on the verge of being too hot, but still bearable. He slips in behind you, placing his legs on either side of your body and easing in with a satisfied moan. You feel… awkward.

“You look uncomfortable,” he says blatantly, “is everything hitting you now?”

Jungkook was worried that you would change your mind after fucking, that you wouldn’t have any lingering feelings besides lust but he acted nonchalantly, preparing to take the worst.

“No! Well, yes. I don’t know,” you admit.

You can feel his stature sulk a little, disappointed that he was probably right.

“I just don’t think I’ve ever had post-sex care,” you say, “Taehyung normally just falls asleep or leaves.”

Jungkook seethes at this, already imaging thousands of different ways he could murder the bastard with his bare hands.

“Do you normally take care of all the girls you fuck?” you question out of pure curiosity.

“Sometimes? I don’t know. I haven’t been with a girl in a really long time. Not since we’ve lived together, I guess,” he responds without hesitation. You perk at this, searching your brain for any time you’ve caught Jungkook with a girl at home. You’ve never actually seen any, but you figured he would have when you weren’t here, at least.

Jungkook can probably sense your confusion because he laughs.

“I’ve been waiting to get in your pants for years,” he teases, planting kisses on your shoulders, “it was so fucking worth it.”

You flick his forehead, making him glare at you.

You rest your head on his chest, the water finally cooling to a comfortable temperature. You can hear Jungkook’s heart thumping in his ribcage.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Kookie.”

“It’s whatever.”

“I hate you for making me answer that call though.”

A/N: After they showered they probably went at it again and went out on dates and saw taehyung at least ONCE so (-: happily ever after

Wow! You made it!

If you’re that one friend, text me right now and tell me how good it was.

If you’re not, I hope you enjoyed love you xoxoxoxoxo.

[xmalfoydracox]

♛➺ g-reene-yes-lightning-scar

Dear, Malfoy. God’s I cannot believe I am actually writing to you of all people. How is your summer going? I would share with you how mine is but you’d think I would deserve it.

This letter is worth me writing to you trust me. Where do I begin writing? I am not good at writing all my feelings out or in general. Be lucky that you get to have it.

These feelings all started the day we met in Madame Malkin’s robe shop when I ventured in and was all amazed and in wonder because of being in a magical shop and learning that I was a wizard for the first time. I never knew that there was a magic school nor anyone else like me.

When I first saw you, I got a timid and shy and flustered, I mean you were and are still cute. I wanted to be your friend that day but since I was all tongue tied after I tried on my robes and left thinking it was the last time I’d see you.

During our third year was when I first actually got butterflies in my stomach and I stuttered before you spoke to you all quiet like Hermione thought I was choking and made Ron pat my back. It was also the first time I took full notice of your eyes even from a distance I saw the blue hue and I wanted to see them better.

Sixth. I lied to slughorn about my amortentia, mine smelled of lilacs treacle tart and your cologne I was falling for you so hard that I rejected and tried playing the field anything to get my mind off of you.

And now we are at the real reason why I am writing this all down and sending this letter soon after.

Draco Lucius Malfoy I am in love with you. That it hurts I want to say it out loud and to your face. But I know nothing will happen.

Signed the boy who lived.

P.S. I love you I always will, no matter how we feel about one another. I love you.

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓟𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻,

Bloody Merlin Potter, I’m genuinely surprised that you wrote to me and actually sent it. Like have you completely lost your mind? Look you’ll have to excuse me because I never thought in a million years that I’d see a day where Saint Potter wrote to me, its been how long since we’ve seen each other Potter? Its been a while honestly or at least it feels that way, so you can imagine my shock when I finished reading the complete letter. I’ll be quite honest with you, at first I wasn’t going to respond for many reasons but then I thought, why not since it may be the last time..

I’m insulted that you said me of all people, like its a bad thing. Well actually I suppose it is a bad thing because normally one doesn’t write their enemy an letter. Plus seeing how I am a death eater, its probably not the safest move you had made. Honestly Harry James Potter, you know how dangerous it could be if Voldemort and anyone else had seen this? They could use it as a way to trick you into getting captured and let alone you’d given them another thing to try to use against you to try to get you to surrender. And personally I rather not be put at risk anymore than I have been and currently am, I already have enough problems as it is. As for how my summer is going - I wish I could say my summer is going amazing, but that would be a lie since a been quite a nightmare. I’ll take it as your summer isn’t going all to swell for you? That’s not surprising honestly but I suppose I’m sorry... Don’t assume Potter, it makes you look bad. Honestly it sounds like a letter, you’d write if you were going to die. Oh for Merlin’s sake Potter, you better have not written to me as an goodbye letter. You piece of fucking dragon’s ass, I swear to Merlin how dare you Harry James Potter!! 

Correction Potter, I was cute and now I’m hot. Okay putting the egotistical cockiness aside, thank you. Yeah, I recall trying to converse with you but you definitely didn’t converse with me but I suppose you being timid and shy explains why you let me do all the talking haha. If you wanted to be my friend so bad then why did you turn me down when I offered my friendship, I don’t understand you Potter. Hell if I do recall you said ‘you can tell the wrong sorts for yourself.’ as if I wasn’t good enough to be your friend. Which means you had no problems judging me before you even got to know me, which in the end makes you quite an ass. 

I hope you know how much that rejection hurt because I genuinely wanted to be your friend... I get it, I insulted Weaselbe but come the fuck on - he laughed at my name. Honestly it was bloody rude so how did you expect me to act? As if it was okay? It wasn’t okay and it will never be okay. Did you know Draco is actually a name of a constellation, also that the name Draco means Dragon? Honestly I think that’s pretty phenomenal so I absolutely love my name, plus its actually unique.

Ahh third year, the year I got hit by Granger after she called me a foul loathsome evil little cockroach. Though I suppose she was right huh? I’m nothing but a foul loathsome pathetic evil little cockroach... That’s what all death eaters are right? But enough about that right now at least, more about third year. The year I practically obviously checked you out, but then luckily played it off by mocking you... Honestly I noticed your emerald green eyes and how they shined when you were genuinely happy, just like I memorized your smile - our first year no less Potter. 

. . . . The year you almost killed me after you caught me crying in the bathroom because you followed me. You lied about the smell of your Amortentia? Wow Potter, I didn’t know that was possible. But since you lied about it once, how do I know you aint lying now? Right, if you are telling the truth then you are saying you smelled passionfruit sorbet, orange zest, creamy vanilla, lime ice and coconut milk? I do recall that is what I smelt like that day because I used to carry around a little portable lotion and mist set so I could freshen up when I needed to. Well I actually know that it was my scent because I still do that and I’m still using the same scent. Maybe I need to change it up to test the theory if you are lying or not but then again, I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again so what’s the point in doing that.

You rejected that you were falling in love with me? So tell me how did playing the field work for you because to me it sounds as if you failed, especially since you are confessing that you are in love with me. Why couldn’t you have told me this sooner Potter, before I was a death eater? Actually Potter, this would exactly how I would have reacted if you said it to my face. You would have just gotten to see my facial and body reactions while you heard my voice, though I must admit I did enjoy receiving a love letter from you. 

But please from now on be safe, honestly I am not worth risking your safety over. I rather see you win this war than to lose you in it, though its not fair that you have to carry such a heavy burden on your shoulders. You are just a teenage boy, who should be worrying about school and dating, not worrying about saving the world from someone who is bitter.... But if someone has to do it then they picked to put their trust in the right person....

Anyways... It was good to hear from you Potter, I sincerely hope that you are doing alright. Shocking I know but I genuinely mean it. Don’t worry your secret is safe with me, just be safe Harry James Potter.

𝓢𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂,

       𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖔

                                                                                 ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ʷⁱˡˡ

                                                                           ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᶜʰᵒⁱᶜᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ'ᵈ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᶜʰᵒᵒˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ

[anpanbts]

Of Hate and Love - Chapter Eight

pairing: OT7 (all members) x reader

genre: smut, angst, romance

word count: 3,400 words

warnings: smut, mentioned rape, violence, gore, blood kidnapping, character death, drug use, weapons

description: In case for you to be finally free from the chains of your uncle’s mafia, you need to spy on one of the youngest but already most successful mafia in Korea - Bangtan. But for some reason your heart doesn’t want to betray the boys. You want to be with them, but for them you are probably just a sexual object they can have whenever they want to. So what will you decide? Do you want freedom or want your heart at peace?

chapters: {prologue} {1} {2} {3} {4} {5} {6} {7} {8} {9}

Special thanks to @stargazingmoonchild and @vincent-j-clint-renoir for being so adorable and sending me so much love!

After lounging around in your room for a few hours; watching tv and thinking about how your life became since your parents died, you finally get up to brush your teeth. Luckily you have your own bathroom like every other room in this mansion probably has. The floor and the walls are made of black marble and in the middle of the room is a beautiful white bathtub. Next to the sink you find some toothpaste as well as a packed toothbrush and some wonderful-smelling shampoo. After you brushed your teeth, you step inside the glass enclosed shower in the corner of the room. You can't shake of the thought that this bathroom is specifically made for you. All things a girl needs are here and you wonder how many girls have lived in this mansion before. You have absolutely no right to be jealous, but who would like to share such handsome boys if you can have them all to yourself? Anyways, you step into the shower and let the warm water run down your body and rub your sweat away with shower gel. You grab the razor and shave off each hair from your skin and peel your skin, just in case, of course. The shampoo smells like flowers and you massage it gently onto your scalp while humming a song. After half an hour, you step outside the shower, grab a towel and dry your body before moisturizing your skin with the cherry blossom lotion. Completely naked you walk out of the bathroom, hoping that there will be a few shirts you can wear in the black wardrobe across from your bed. As you open the huge sliding door, you see a few shirts, sweatpants and thick socks lying at the bottom. There are many clothes hangers, but no clothes, so you go for the thick socks, loose sweatpants and a white loose shirt, hoping that nobody will notice that you're not wearing anything underneath. You would have liked to wear the underwear you previously wore, but it got so dirty and sweaty that you would rather go without it. You can ask the boys for some more clothes later. It is already afternoon and your stomach rumbles when you are about to close the wardrobe door. Realizing that you haven't eaten since breakfast, you decide to leave your room to fetch something to eat. You tiptoe over the red carpet which leads to the staircase. Your previous visit to the mansion, makes you assume that all the private rooms of the boys are on the first floor and that the kitchen is probably downstairs. There is also a staircase that leads to the second floor, but is kitchen on the top floor? Following your guts, you go downstairs while directing your gaze to the ground, afraid of falling down. You don't notice Yoongi, who is focused on his phone as he balances something that looks like an iced coffee with his other hand, and walk straight into him at the end of the staircase. His drink lands on your shirt and makes you scream in surprise. “Fuck! Can't you look where you’re…” Yoongi yells frustrated, but falls silent when he realizes it's you. “Oh my god… I am so sorry. I didn't-” Your cheeks heat up, embarrassed by this accident. You don't notice it, but Yoongi stares shortly at your hard nipples that he can see through the drenched shirt, but captures himself fast. “Yes you didn't.” He shortly states. “Now get out of my way.” Dumbfounded by his tone towards you, you realize that it was not just your fault. He doesn’t have any right to be so pissed at you. “Wait! You could have also looked where you're walking to. It isn't solely my fault!” you shout at him as Yoongi walks back into the kitchen to get rid of the now empty glass, “Idiot!” Such a rude brick… you are about to walk upstairs to get yourself a new shirt but someone grabs your arm and makes you halt. “Hello, beautiful," Taehyung chirps as he turns you towards him. But you were having none of it. At first you liked his flirting. He made you feel flustered and beautiful, but now you know that he just wants one thing and that annoys you beyond belief. Your anger towards Yoongi doesn't make it better. “What?” you ask him annoyed. “Hey.. why so moody?” he steps closer to you as he takes your appearance in, “Ah… I see why you’re yo grumpy. Maybe we should go and get you something new to wear.” You huff at him, “There are only a few shirts and sweatpants in my wardrobe. Maybe I could go in the city and buy some clothes?” “No need for that. We already sent someone to do it for you,” Taehyung snickers, wondering why you think you will stay here for long. Did Jimin perhaps already talked to you? He hasn’t seen him since last night. “You don’t even know my size so how-” you skeptically stare at him before he stops you. “We asked Minjoo about it so there should be no problems,” he gives you a weak smile before he begins chuckling because of the rumble of your stomach. Your cheeks flush and you quietly reply, “I’m quite hungry so that’s why I came downstairs in the first place.” “Then you go and get yourself a new shirt and I'll get something to eat, alright?” Taehyung muses before he lifts an eyebrow. You just nod in response as you run up the stairs. While you wash the remnants of coffee off your skin, Taehyung makes some sandwiches in the kitchen and puts them on a huge plate. A few minutes and a new shirt later, the two of you meet in the huge marble hall. With hungry eyes, you stare at the plate full of food as your mouth waters. “You must be starving,” Taehyung chuckles, seeing how fixated your eyes are on the food and walks to a wooden door behind the staircase, “May we eat in the library?” You nod, not caring where you would eat as long as you get something to eat in the next few minutes. When he opens the door, your eyes nearly fall out of your head. Never have you ever seen a room as beautiful as this one. There are bookshelves on each wall, full of old and expensive-looking books. There is a huge window with heavy green curtains and a stone chimney with a comfortable couch and armchairs made of brown leather. You feel like Belle in the Beauty and the Beast and you think eternity wouldn’t be long enough to take in all the beautiful little details about this room. The golden ornaments on the shelves and especially the smell of old books make you forget your rumbling stomach until Taehyung interrupts your daydreaming. “It’s Namjoon’s room. Well not exactly his, but he wanted to build this library in the first place.” he muses. “I knew you would like it.” “It’s truly beautiful,” you smile at him and take a seat next to him on the couch, the plate in front of you on a small wooden table. “You are beautiful,” Taehyung replies, his voice dripping honey. This comment makes you groan because this was just so cheesy. “Just shut it and stop embarrassing yourself,” you grab yourself a sandwich and shove it into your mouth, dwelling on the taste. The two of you sit next to each other in uncomfortable silence while munching the food before Taehyung speaks. “By the way, why was your shirt so wet earlier on?” Taehyung grins, remembering how your nipples perked through the thin and wet fabric, much to his delight. “Ah I just walked into Yoongi and his stupid coffee landed all over me,” you huff, annoyance rises as you recall his rude behaviour, “He’s a grumpy idiot. Accusing me of not looking.. pff.. He was the one that was staring at his phone.” Taehyung sighs, “Look, Yoongi-Hyung is a really good person, but he has gone through some shit in his past. He used to be really cheerful, but now he treats everyone as if his heart is made of ice.” “Everyone who has eyes, can see that Yoongi treats others badly… but that isn’t my fault,” you reply annoyed, but your inner self wonders, what Yoongi went through. Maybe if you stay here long enough, you will know one day. “Why do I have the impression, that you are the closest with Jimin? Did he do something special to get your attention?” Taehyung really wants to know, why you’re so fond of him. “And why do I have the impression that this is a questioning and not a normal conversation?” you squint your eyes suspectingly as you stare into Taehyung’s beautiful hazel-brown eyes, “I don’t think that I have to give you any account on this matter.” “So there is something,” he wiggles his index finger as if he is an detective who just found out who commited the murder and shifts closer to you. You groan out in frustration, “Fine. If you really want to know his secret...” you curl your finger and signal him to come closer. You lean over to him and whisper in his ear as if you’re going to tell him a big secret, “Jimin is the only one who has been nothing but kind to me.” Taehyung pushes you away with a huff because he expected more, “That’s it?” “That’s it,” you reply with a chuckle. “But listen Y/N…” Taehyung’s deep and sultry voice becomes serious and sends a shiver down your spine, “Jimin is not the sweet boy you might take him for. He is manipulating and probably sees you as his property.” You laugh loudly, because of his little prank. You almost thought that he is going to tell you something of importance and not such a silly joke, caused by jealousy. But soon, you realize, that Taehyung is not laughing so you stop as well. He stares deep into your eyes. His gaze pierces like hundreds of needles into you and makes you nervous. You think about what he said and reply curtly, “Don’t say such things. He is your friend after all and just because you’re jealous-” “Me? Jealous?” Taehyung cocks his eyebrow, “I just want to warn you, silly.” “Well, if Jimin had such intentions, why did he tell me to leave this house after Jungkook brought me here?” now it’s your turn to quirk an eyebrow. “So that’s why you left,” it seems as if Taehyung thinks about what to reply, to make you believe his warnings, “He would rather not have you near him instead of sharing you with us. That’s why he told you to go. He is possessive and you can’t imagine what he is capable of doing if someone questions his behaviour.” “You can’t be serious,” you think about the evening, you walked upstairs and onto the balcony, only to be met with such a beautiful and captivating man. The memory of you two making out on the couch, makes you blush and sends waves of heat through your entire body. Jimin is strong. He could have easily hold you down and fuck you. But you told him to stop. And he actually did. There is no way that someone as humble as him could be a bad person. Or could it be? “Believe it or not, but I’m telling you nothing but the truth," Taehyung sighs in annoyance because all he wanted to do is warn you, but you, as stubborn as you are, won’t listen. You both stay silent for a while, not knowing what to say. Munching on the last bite of your sandwich, you look at Taehyung, who stares holes in you, “Well, anyways, thank you for making me these sandwiches and not letting me starve to death.” Taehyung wonders if Jimin has already talked to you about his plan. But your chuckle brings him back to reality and makes him shake his head. “Have I disturbed your thoughts? I beg your pardon,” you stand up from the couch and make an extravagant bow. “You are dismissed,” Taehyung gives you a quick wink, “See you for dinner?” “Sure thing,” you smile at him, turn around and leave Taehyung to himself. But the things he said to you about Jimin still linger in your mind. You walk through the huge marble entrance hall, your steps echoing from the walls. Everything is so quiet that one would think you live in this mansion on your own. Walking up the stairs, you hear a faint humming. The voice sounds beautiful and with each step you take to get to your room, the melody becomes clearer. You haven’t heard it before, but you definitely want to hear more of it. You freeze in your door frame when you see Jungkook standing next to your wardrobe with dresses in his hands. He looks like a deer caught in the headlights and you can’t deny how adorable he looks at this very moment. The both of you haven’t really talked with each other since he drugged you and dragged you here. But who are you to stay mad at such a stunning and handsome man? Maybe he really didn’t think about what he did. After all, he saved you from getting abused by Chansoo so he probably deserves a second chance. “What-What are you doing here?” you quirk an eyebrow and chuckle lightly at his scared expression. “I… I just...” he looks at you before his gaze shifts back to your wardrobe, searching for an explanation, “Our assistant bought clothes for you, so I just placed them in… I thought you would be outside so I just...” “Don’t be so nervous. It’s fine,” you laugh and grab your tummy after Jungkook’s loss of words, “Thank you.” “You’re welcome,” he gives you a sheepish smile, happy that he was able to make you laugh, even though he made a fool out of himself, “Well, I think I should go now.” You watch him disappearing like a prey running from its predator. Cute. As soon as Jungkook left, you close your door and walk eagerly towards your wardrobe. You feel like a little child on christmas morning - ready to unpack all those presents. Scanning over the content of the wardrobe, you notice that there are mostly dresses hanging on the hangers, except for some shorts and shirts. You take one out and ogle at the red dress that seems way too short and probably too tight for your liking. “Do they want me to wear this in their house? Those clothes can’t be comfortable...” you think to yourself. Next thing you do is looking through your drawers and staring at the beautiful sets of lingerie. They might not look comfortable, but whoever bought these, definitely knows what’s sexy and seductive. The longer you stare at the sets, the more you become aware of the fact why they bought them and what you are going to do. You are going to lose that one thing that you cherished and protected the most since your parents had gone - yourself. Never would you've ever thought that you are going to have sex with men only because they’re going to protect you instead and give you something like a home. Suddenly you start crying. You burst out in tears because of all that has happened. Once again you remember your cruel uncle and how he told you that he'll let you go if you spy on Bangtan even though you don’t even know who they are. He wouldn’t give you your freedom back anyways, so why looking for this organisation if there is no way out? You would rather stay here in this mansion and hide from him. That’s better, isn’t it? It doesn’t matter what you have to do in order to stay here. You don’t know for how long you’ve been crying for. Maybe it has been one hour maybe just a few minutes. However, you hear a faint knocking on your door that makes your ears perk up, “It’s me, Hoseok. Seokjin told me to fetch you to eat dinner with us.” “Give me a second. I’ll be right there,” you reply, hoping he doesn’t notice your unsteady voice. With an underwear, a cute dress and a pair of shoes you go into the bathroom. You wipe away your dried tears with some water and freshen up your face after going to the toilet. You don’t want to say that you look beautiful, but when you stare at your reflexion in the mirror, you can’t deny the fact that you look cute in your baby-blue dress. After slipping in some simple white sneakers, you open your door and step outside only to be met with Hoseok, leaning against the wall with his phone in hand. “Took you awhile,” he chuckles faintly and you somehow know that his laugh isn’t honest. Hoseok seems nonchalant to you, but even without looking at him, you still can feel his gaze roam over your body. “Well, then let’s go. Would you be so kind and show me the way?” you blush and don’t dare to look into his beautiful but intimidating brown eyes. He only nods and leads you downstairs before going left and opening the wooden door next to the kitchen. As soon as the door opens, the heads of six unbelievable handsome men turn to you. Seokjin and the one youngest men of them, Taehyung told you all of their ages in the library, smile at you meanwhile the other two give you glances which you can’t interpret. Hoseok closes the door and walks to one of the two empty chairs. Hesitantly, you take your seat at the head of the table, directly across from Namjoon. Great. “I hope you find something to eat. I don’t know what you like, so I made a few things,” Seokjin says. “She should be happy in the first place that she gets something at all,” Yoongi snorts. “Not my fault that you can’t look where you’re walking so don’t be so pissed at me just because you spilled your fucking coffee over me,” you retort with a louder voice than you intended to and regret it immediately. You’re a guest and have no right to speak to him like that, but damn, he deserves it. “Wow. We have a feisty girl here...” Namjoon chuckles along with the others. Only Yoongi stays silent and huffs. You put a few things on your plate and you must say that what Seokjin cooked, looks delicious. The sight and the heavenly smell of the food alone makes your mouth water and when you actually take a bite, you have to repress the urge to moan quietly. “I haven’t eaten such delicious food in a very long time,” you gush at the older, “Thank you.” “You’re welcome,” he is happy that you like what he cooked, “The boys never make me such compliments...” Seokjin theatrical exclaims. “Ah, come on.” Everybody groans. “Do you want some orange juice, Y/N?” While everybody talks, Jungkook asks you with a sheepish expression on his face. “Uhm.. I don’t know. Depends on whether you put something in there again or not,” you curtly reply only to tease him. You really shouldn’t joke about serious matters like this, but you accepted what happened. Jungkook instantly flushes like a tomato and Yoongi begins to laugh for the first time since you met him. What a nice sound. You could get used to it. “I’m only teasing,” you chuckle and take the orange juice from him and pour it in your glass, “But don’t you dare to do it again.” The small conversations between the others continue while you eat the delicious food quietly and drink, the apparently not poisoned, orange juice. After you contemplate whether it’s the right time to say it or not, you decide to speak up, scared you might change your mind. “I’ve thought a lot about this, but since I don’t have a choice. I’ll do it.” “Do what?” Namjoon asks confused. You take a deep breath before speaking out loud. “I will sleep with you.” 

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Notes: Thank you for your patience... I hope it will never took this long again to write a chapter... Please let me know what you think about it. Does Taehyung say the truth about Jimin’s intentions? What about the other boys? Are they good guys or bad boys?

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The Magicians - Chapter 2

BTS Fanfic Series

Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Romance (possible smut later), Comedy Rating: PG-13 Warnings: panic attacks Pairing: OT7 x reader, Jungkook x reader Notes: magicians!bts au. Not idol!bts Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: I take zero credit for any of the photos used in these chapters. They are just for visual enhancement for the both of us.

SERIES MASTERLIST

You awoke to a gentle shaking of your left shoulder. Someone was shaking and nudging you. Wait......Someone was touching you!

Survival mode flipping on like a light switch, you immediately started flinging your limbs in an attempt to strike at the intruder who was touching you. Why was someone in your apartment? Sure the lock you had on the door wasn’t very secure but still. Who would want to steal anything from you? You didn’t have any belongings worth swiping.

When you heard a male’s yelp of pain and surprise, you could feel them backing away from the lack of body heat radiating off of them. Finally able to sit up and properly defend yourself with fists raised, you were thrown for another loop when you realized----

Oh-----Oh.......

Guess it wasn’t some crazy dream after all. Your heart sunk as you looked around the new room you found yourself in. It was all coming back to you now. The burning building, the creepy masked figure handing you a ticket, the warning of being careful what you wished for. Then you recalled the seven young men who had knocked you out (with a freaking frying pan) and then tied you to a chair with invisible rope and just----it was all so much.

A soft groan of pain tore you out of your little recollection and it was then that you realized you had been attacking one of the men who had captured you. Jung......oh what was his name again? You’d have to ask him in a minute but for the moment, he didn’t look too good. You watched as he stood there covering his nose and you could tell he was wincing in pain.

“You pack quite a punch, you know.”

“Sorry......I----I thought I was in my apartment and I thought you were trying to harm me or something.”

“It’s okay. I don’t blame you. It’s a lot to take in. Trust me, I’ve been there.”

You smiled sadly in apology at him as he finally removed his hands from his face but still gently tapping on his nose. Looking to you, he asked innocently but with a hint of worry in his tone,

“I’m not bleeding, am I?”

“Nope. Your face is still flawless.”

“You think my face is flawless?”

Great. Way to go, girlfriend. You opened your big mouth before thinking....again. Feeling the heat rush to your face, you let out a cough and tried to shrug off the question by attempting to smooth down your bed head. Knowing you needed to give him some kind of answer, you mumbled shyly in a small voice,

“Well I mean you all have nice faces. For being trapped in this place for so long.”

“I suppose that’s true. How’s your head feeling? Need anymore pain pills?”

He found you quite amusing, really. Of course he could have milked your response for all it was worth and tease you to no end, but he wouldn’t. Just your blushing face alone was enough to satisfy him. It was hard to believe that it had been so many years since the last time he interacted with anyone of the opposite sex. Jungkook had long forgotten what it was like to flirt with women so this little moment was actually quite golden for him. But he would never let you know that.

“Nah. I’m good. But I’m super hungry.”

With a smile, Jungkook nodded and replied casually,

“Dinner should be ready so I can show you the way to the dining hall. It’s not far from here but for a first timer, it might seem like a long trip. Do you want to freshen up in the bathroom first?”

Dang. You hadn’t even thought of that one. Since you didn’t exactly know what time it was, you had no clue how long it had been since you last showered. Not to mention the clothes on your back were the only clothing you now currently owned. You hadn’t exactly packed a bag in preparation to be taking a spontaneous vacation at the Haunted Inn and Suites. Blushing heavily and suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious, you nodded and said sheepishly,

“Yeah I think that would be a good idea.....”

What else could you possibly say next? That you didn’t have any toiletries with you? Ask him if you could borrow his? And how did he even get things like that in this place? Was it really that haunted that.....ugh. Nothing made sense. Absolutely nothing. It made your head hurt all over again.

Part of you just wanted to skip all this polite, normalcy nonsense and just go straight to that leader guy and ask him what the hell was going on. But instead you were stuck here feeling like a down right rutter while the man in front of you.....well.....he looked gorgeous.

Every strand of hair was tucked perfectly into place. His outfit was quite flashy, really. The jacket he wore alone looked like it could have been made of blood colored diamonds. And the zebra printed shirt was a nice choice. Those pants.....wow. It was all you could do not to linger on them; more specifically his thighs. Wow. He had thighs like tree trunks. He looked perfect. And you? Well......you didn’t.

Sensing your torn emotions as they practically radiated off of you, Jungkook tried to offer a warm and reassuring smile as he took his hands out of his jacket pockets. With a nudge of his head towards the bathroom, he said casually,

“I’ll take a look in here to see if maybe the place left anything that might work for you. I highly doubt you want to use my stuff. But if worse comes to worse, it won’t be a problem for you to borrow my shampoo and such. I’ll be right back.”

“O--Okay. Thanks.....”

Of course he knew the building wouldn’t have anything for you. So he’d have to work a little magic......literally. Once in the bathroom, he looked over his shoulder to make sure you hadn’t followed him out of innocent curiosity. Once he confirmed the coast was clear, he turned back to the bathroom counter and took a moment to stare at himself in the huge vanity mirror. Perhaps he was a little overdressed for a simple dinner but with a female in their presence, he felt the need to look a little more.....presentable.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and focused. With his hands out in front of him and palms facing the counter, he imagined what kind of products a young woman such as yourself might use in this day and age. Had anything really changed about the outside world since they had been locked up in this godforsaken place?

By the time he opened his eyes, there were several bottles in front of him. One bottled of shampoo, another for conditioner. Then there was the bottle of body wash. A bottle of body lotion in case you moisturized after a shower. Jungkook prided himself on everything he had managed to think of. If it wasn’t for him having at least one sister to grow up with, he’d have been screwed for sure. Clearing his throat, he took things a step further and asked casually in curiosity,

“Say----what’s your favorite scent for body wash?”

Well that question took you by surprise. Sitting there on the bed looking completely confused but knowing he couldn’t see that, you felt your eyebrow raise in curiosity before replying a bit hesitantly,

“Well......the kind I have at home is honey vanilla. It’s.....it’s cheap but I like it.”

Stupid. Why did you feel the need to tell him it was cheap? All he asked for was your favorite scent. Not details on your poor financial status. Blushing and hoping with all your might that he didn’t come out, it would seem the gods were not on your side (were they ever???) and you watched as the young man came out of the bathroom with a pleasant smile on his face and holding up a bottle of something in each hand.

“Looks like it’s your lucky day. I found a bottle of body wash and a bottle of body lotion and they’re the same scent. Must have been part of a collection line or something. Pretty lucky, huh?”

“Ye-Yeah. Pretty lucky.”

Truth be told, he had used a little extra magic to make that happen. Originally he had made everything strawberry scented but that was just because he remembered it being his sister’s favorite scent when she was younger. But as soon as he found out what your own personal favorite was, suddenly everything became centered around those fragrances. He could tell you were a bit flustered which he expected. The two of you were still strangers and he was sure all of this was pretty surreal for you.

“Well I’ll give you some privacy. Take your time. I was able to find everything you should need to feel human again. There’s a towel and wash cloth sitting on the toilet seat next to the shower stall. But just shout if you need anything and I’ll see what I can do.”

“Th--Thanks.....um.......I’m sorry. I forgot your name already.”

“It’s okay. My name is Jungkook.”

The blush on your face was starting to feel permanent as you flashed the male a sheepish smile. With a nod and another soft thanks, you climbed out of bed and shuffled uncertainly into the bathroom. Considering what the rest of the building had looked like from the inside, you were shocked to see this bathroom in such great shape. Granted you could tell it had been abandoned for quite some time, but it was still in pretty good condition. Perhaps Jungkook tried to fix it up or something over time.

As you stood under the glorious hot water, your mind was full of....well.....stuff. Mostly questions. So many questions. What was this place? Who were these boys? What were all of you doing here? How did this even happen? Why did this even happen? Why you? And that creepy masked guy. His mask still flashes in your mind’s eyes and just like that, all of these questions started to build and so did the emotions as they bubbled up in your chest. The first sob that left you was soft and hushed.

Jungkook stood outside the bathroom door the second you had shut it. Despite the water of the shower running, he could still hear your soft, quiet sobbing. Of course you’d be crying. He did the same thing when he first found himself stuck here. Crying in the privacy of this stupid room. The real question was......why did it bother him so much? Was it because he just had that much compassion for other humans? Surly it wasn’t because of anything else. You were a complete stranger to him after all.

His heart ached to help you with your emotional pain nonetheless. Maybe because he could relate so well. Lightly shaking his head to clear it, he noticed the lack of running water coming from the other side of the door and quickly stepped away before he could get caught listening in on you. He already felt like he had invaded on your privacy by listening to you cry your heart out in the shower.

So he settled for sitting in the lounge and watching the fire crackle and pop within the fireplace gate. He really did have the best room out of the seven members of Bangtan. But he could never explain why the building liked him so much more than the others. It was something that irritated him to no end. Despite there being perks to being the baby of the group, this seemingly special treatment he was getting from the building just rubbed him the wrong way.

“J--Jungkook.”

He was snapped out of his thoughts by your small, timid voice coming from the bathroom doorway. His head whipping over in that general direction, he could see you now standing a few steps away from him; probably about halfway between the bathroom and himself at the lounge. He noticed you were wearing the same clothing you had been discovered in. Wait........oops.

“Oh gosh. I’m so sorry. I never even thought to see if we had any fresh clothes for you. Here. Let me go see if----”

“Ani ani. I’m okay. These are fine. Really.”

“Nope. Too late. I’m already up.”

“Jung----”

“Nope.”

“Koo---”

“Ah---”

When you realized he wasn’t even going to let you get a single syllable out, you huffed in annoyance while he beamed in victory. Plopping yourself down into an empty armchair, you waited like a pouting child with your arms crossed as he rummaged around in another room. If it wasn’t a spare bedroom then it was hard to tell what was in there. Apparently there had to be something that held clothing because you could hear drawers being opened and closed.

“Ah ha! Found something!”

Looking up from the fireplace with a pout still firmly in place, you see the male holding up a fresh folded set of clothing. Not that you knew this, but he had actually just conjured them while ‘rummaging’ around and ‘looking’ for them. Still sporting that bunny smile of victory, he handed you the clothing and gently shooed you back into the bathroom where you swallowed your pride and changed into them.

You felt quite.....out of place? Surprisingly enough, Jungkook had managed to find you some clothing that were actually female’s clothing. But the thing was.....they weren’t really your style. For so long you had just worn the cheapest clothing you could find but these threads......well......they were definitely out of your budget range.

Faded skinny jeans that hugged what thigh meat you had, a deep cut white tank top that tapered down in four corners, and to finish off the ensemble was a leather moto jacket that fit you as if it was made for you. The shampoo and conditioner that he found for you in the bathroom had really improved the health of your hair. Well....it didn’t look as straw textured as before. You had honestly never used conditioner in your life......you just felt like it was something you didn’t need to spend any spare money on.

“You okay in there? Does something not fit?”

“Oh!----No no! I’m okay.”

Feeling ridiculous for making him wait, you opened the door to the bathroom carefully and stepped back out into the general area of the room. A blush started to blossom on your face as you watched him look you up and down. The shirt was deep cut but since you didn’t really have much meat on your bones....and you had never really been.....well endowed, the deep cut was pointless to show off any cleavage. Not to mention you also bought the cheapest bras you could find so that didn’t help you any.

“You look much better. Feeling better?”

“Kind of? I’ve......I’ve never really worn clothing like this before. But the shower was very nice and it even helped clear my head up a bit.”

His heart felt heavy because he knew darn well you were just putting on a brave face for him. Putting up those sturdy walls of yours. If he hadn’t heard your hushed sobbing in the shower earlier, he would have probably believed you. But he knew better. Smiling all the same, he nodded and nudged his head towards the door of his room and said casually,

“How about we get you some food now, huh?”

“Yes. I’d like that, very much.”

The walk to the dining hall did seem rather long but you were sure it was for the exact same reason Jungkook mentioned earlier. Simply put; because it was all new to you. The place was still creepy as hell but you didn’t feel quite as afraid with a warm body next to you. Despite Jungkook being a complete stranger, he had been nothing but kind to you from the moment you guys locked eyes with each other.

Eventually the two of you came up to a set of double doors. On the other side, you could hear plenty of voices and it sounded pretty chaotic in there. You were pretty sure you heard names being tossed around and mild threats of starvation and....yeah. It sounded pretty crazy in there.

“Look.....I know you have a lot of questions but.......try to enjoy your first meal here. Don’t make the same mistake we did. This place is hell but.....we’ve made the most of it. And we’ll help you. I know that’s probably a lot thrown at you but......just trust me. If you trust no one else, you can trust me.”

The male’s voice had broken you away from the mess on the other side of the double doors and you found yourself staring up at a sheepishly smiling Jungkook. He was actually quite cute when he was all bashful like that. But then again, you thought he was cute the second you noticed him. But you couldn’t think about cute boys right now. You had to get out of here. You had to get home.

‘Sorry, Kook. But this girl flies solo.’

“Yah!! V! I swear to god if you break one more plate I’m banning you from the kitchen!”

“It slipped out of my hand! Honest!”

“I can count on one hand the number of times you’ve been honest in your life, V.”

“Stuff it, Hobi hyung! You’re not helping!”

“Guys, guys. Can we all get along??? There’s a cute girl here now. I want to impress her and you’re cramping my style and ruining our image!”

“Poor Chim Chim. The dry spell has hit him hard now that a girl’s in the vicinity.”

You felt yourself blushing and you glanced over to see Jungkook awkwardly scratching and rubbing at the back of his head and neck; cheeks turning a brighter and brighter shade of pink with every passing second. Upon opening the doors, you two walked in on quite the sight.

Jhope had V in a sloppy headlock while Jimin was trying to clean up broken shards of what you guessed was the poor plate V had in his hands only moments ago. Meanwhile, Jin was bustling around with the help of Suga as bowls and dishes of all kinds of food were being placed on one of the huge, long tables. It really was a dining hall. When yours and Jungkook’s presence had been made aware, everything else went to crap.

“Princess! You look great!”

There was a soft ‘oof!’ as Jhope suddenly let go of V’s head; causing the male to fall to the ground in a heap. While Jhope and Jimin both rushed over to greet you, you could see over their shoulders an embarrassed looking RM coming over to help pick V up off the floor along with picking up the remaining pieces of plate that Jimin had left abandoned for someone to step on.

“Wow. Jungkookie you cleaned her up good! Nice choice in clothing! I approve.”

You continued to blush as Jhope gushed over how nice you looked. Meanwhile, Jungkook was looking more and more uncomfortable by the second. Thankfully the two of you were put out of your misery (or at least Kook was) as Jhope took your one arm and Jimin took your other and they announced happily,

“You’re sitting with us!”

Oh boy.

“Alright, everyone! Take your seats and let’s eat. I refuse to let this food get cold.”

There was a male chorus of, “Yes, Jin umma.”

After having no choice but to sit between Jhope and Jimin, you watched as the seven boys started grabbing for dishes left and right on the table. Suga and RM were a lot more civilized about it while V and Jungkook acted like they hadn’t ate anything in three weeks. You were pretty sure you heard Jin mumbling something about ‘savages’.

Meanwhile, the boys on either side of you were helping by offering suggestions on what to eat and what tasted the best. Honestly, it all looked good. However.....with all the questions filling your head to the brim, it was hard to think about eating. And that was when Jungkook’s words from earlier rang in your head. Trying to take his word for it, you started to pile your plate with what looked good and even took some of the boys’ suggestions to heart and plated some of that too.

It was then that RM spoke in his leader-like tone of voice. Everyone knew to be quite while they ate.

“Okay. First off, thank you Jin hyung for another amazing dinner. It’s always appreciated. We appreciate everything you do for Bangtan. We wouldn’t be complete without you.”

“I know.”

Jungkook nearly choked on his food and V almost spat out his drink when everyone watched Jin give a cheeky smile and a casual shrug of his shoulders; clearly very proud of himself and everything he did. RM smiled and rolled his eyes playfully before saying,

“Your modesty sways me, hyung. Anyhow.....”

Okay. This was it. Here it comes. You were finally going to get some answers and get the heck out of here.....

“To address the elephants in the room, we’ll start by letting our new guest over here ask her questions as I’m sure she’s dying to get some answers.”

“Yeah, cutie. Ask away! The floor is yours!”

You felt the heat coming back to your face as Jimin had called you cute. You glanced over to see him smiling widely that it was almost blinding. Honestly, it was kind of cute how his eyes got lost in his smile. Looking around the table, it was a little unsettling at how many eyes were on you. All seven pairs looking at you expectantly. Clearing your throat, you shifted in your seat a bit and tried to figure out where the hell you wanted to start.

“What is this place? Do we know anything about it? Why is it here? Tell me what you guys know about this place.”

“Ooouuu. Demanding. I like it---ouch!”

You watched V rubbing his side from where Suga had quite swiftly jabbed him to be silent. Or perhaps it was to be more mature? In your opinion, it had to be both. Meanwhile, the boys all glanced at each other as if having a quick, silent conversation of their own.

Truth be told, while you had been sleeping off your headache (no thanks to V), the boys had all gathered down in the very same dining hall to discuss what all they wanted to share with you. And now was the moment of truth.....or lack there of. It had been a tough decision to make and since RM was their leader and best with words, he was nominated to be the one to answer your questions.

“We have been stuck here for several years but despite the time spent cooped up in this place, we still know very little about it.”

It wasn’t an entire lie. They had indeed spent a lot of time here and they still knew little about it, but from what they did know.....well......RM had to be careful with what he specifically told you. Just in case you really were a threat to them. He had to keep his pack of brothers safe.

“It would appear the building’s origins are still unknown. The biggest discovery we’ve made is that.....well......The building seems to have a mind of its own. As crazy as that may sound.”

“What do you mean by ‘mind of its own?’“

Knowing full well you would ask that question next, RM was prepared to answer but, again, he had to be careful.

“When we first got here, we had no idea where to start searching for an exit. So we decided to split up and try to find any door we could that might get us out of here. In our search we found......what would become our bedrooms.”

The leader gave you a minute to process what he had just said before continuing,

“The next thing we knew, we were finding closets full of clothing. Brand new too. We found toiletries in the bathrooms that didn’t have a speck of dust or mildew on them. Then we eventually found the kitchen. And sure enough, the cabinets were stuffed with food and dinnerware alike. The refrigerator was completely stocked. Nothing with expired dates either. It was crazy to process.”

You couldn’t even begin to imagine what that must have been like for them. Or maybe you could? Speaking of them, the seven boys had since then started eating but this time more somberly. Jungkook and V had settled down a lot now that their leader was speaking. RM seemed to hold a lot more authority than you originally gave him credit for.

“It was as if the building knew our every need. Except our need to get home. Back to our homes where our family and loved ones are. Our entire world was outside of these walls and there was no way to get to them. To let our loved ones know we were okay. That we weren’t dead.”

That was something you couldn’t really relate to. The only person that might come close to missing you would be your boss who owned the diner you worked at. You didn’t really have any family left who would care what happened and aside from your fellow night shift coworker, you really didn’t have anyone. But seeing the look on RM’s face......you could tell the desperation to return home was still very much there.

“So that’s really all we know about this place. Basically that it’s got a mind of it’s own. I suppose you could say it’s haunted? However you want to look at it.”

“Good to know.........So who was the creepy masked guy who handed me the ticket? You guys looked almost just like him when I woke.......Wait!”

It all came rushing back to you as you once again recalled what had happened to you within the last 24 hours. The creepy masked ticket booth guy----And then them. The seven boys you were sitting here eating dinner so casually with. They were weirdos too!

Survival mode kicking in once again, you cursed yourself for letting your walls down and immediately picked up the steak knife that had been perched next to your dinner plate. Flying back out of your seat, you stood there brandishing the blade in front of you as you tried to put as much distance between them and yourself as possible. They all looked back at you with mixed expressions.

Suga looked the least bit bothered but he did seem a bit more alert than before. Jin looked concerned but tried to school his features. Jimin and Jhope were looking extremely worried for you while V was just in shock at your sudden outburst. RM remained pretty calm too; having expected something like this to come up. And then there was Jungkook. He should have known better than to think you’d trust him like he told you to. They were all complete strangers to you. But he had hoped you would believe him at least a little bit.

“You’re just like the ticket booth freak! He handed me a ticket and then you guys knocked me out! You’re working with him! Tell me! What is it you want from me?! And you!”

You pointed the knife at Jimin with wild eyes as you started to panic; your chest heaving and the room trying to spin a bit. The knife shook in your hand but you couldn’t help it. You needed answers. Things were happening that weren’t logical. They weren’t realistic at all and it was messing with your rationale. Everything you thought you knew was being put into question and that freaked you the hell out.

“What was with that crazy umbrella? And when I was tied to the chair----where were the ropes?!?! What’s going on here!?! What are you people!?!?

Jimin stared at you with sad eyes full of apology. Oh how he wanted to explain everything to you but he often spoke with his heart and let his emotions do the talking which was why he willingly offered to keep silent during this little questions and answers session. But the male’s silence only angered you as you shouted hoarsely,

“Answer me!”

You had no idea tears were starting to stream down your face. Everything was falling apart. You were tired, hungry, and nearly sick. It didn’t help that you had to ration your food on a meal to meal basis just to have enough money to make it day by day. You weren’t anorexic, but you also didn’t have a whole lot of meat on you either. It was just part of being poor. But having went for so long and not eating anything, well......it was definitely not doing you any favors. You always tended to cry at the drop of a hat when you hadn’t eaten in a long while.

You heard someone calling your name softly and the next thing you knew, Jungkook was standing in front of you. He looked calm but sad. You couldn’t see it, but the other six men appeared to tense up as their baby of the group approached you. You were like a wild animal but all Jungkook saw was a scared puppy who had been abandoned by the world and had to fend for themselves for far too long.

“Give me the knife.....please.”

“No! You stay the hell away from me, you creep!”

“Please calm down. Please.....You can trust me. I promise. Remem----”

“No! I will not calm down! You people aren’t human! What do you want?! To pick my human brain or something?!”

Jungkook called your name again just as softly and soothingly as before as he took a step forward and watched you take a step back. He hated that he was literally backing you into a wall but you didn’t really give him much choice. The knife was ten times more dangerous with the way it was shaking in your hand. He knew you were becoming weaker and weaker; he could sense it in your aura. It was a gift of his. A gift of many.

“Please. I will answer all your questions but please.....give me the knife. I promise none of us want to hurt you. I promise. You can trust me. Remember last night? I shared some of my deepest and darkest thoughts to you. It was because I trusted you.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. He did indeed share things with you but he was selective with what he shared. Things from his journal that he had already shared with the others. But still, he hoped it would be enough of a little white lie to get you to calm down. You were shaking so violently and he knew he needed to get some kind of nutrients in your system or you’d really fall ill.

“But you all----”

“Forget about them. They aren’t here. It’s just you and me. Just focus on me. You can trust me. I need you to breathe for me.”

He hated sounding like a broken record but he felt that if he would say it enough times, that you might actually believe him and just....trust him. He really couldn’t blame you for your doubts but he just really needed you to believe him. Meanwhile, the boys took the hint and Jin started giving out soft orders for the others to clean up while he went and made you something far more suited for your current state of health. Comfort food.

Suga went into the kitchen to help Jin with your new, revised dinner menu while V, RM, and Jhope started cleaning up the dinner plates and half empty bowls of side dishes. Although Jhope kept glancing at you worriedly with saddened eyes; clearly feeling guilty for having upset you so much. But did any of them expect this to go well? Not really.

However, Jimin was begging for punishment as he slowly and carefully made his way toward the two of you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the blonde male approaching and you started to whimper and tried to point your shaking knife towards his way. But you felt a gentle hand grip your wrist and swiftly take the dinner blade from your hand. It had to have been Jungkook for suddenly the knife was handed to the older blonde. It was then that Jimin spoke in his warm, gentle tone,

“Cutie. I’m so very sorry for scaring you. I promise that my umbrella isn’t going to hurt you. In fact, I’ll show you some really cool things it can do later, okay? Just listen to Jungkookie and relax. He’s right. You can trust him.”

Your walls were crumbling and the two boys knew it. Even if Jungkook knew your walls better than Jimin did. The youngest locked eyes with you once more and he could see your resolve fading away. The whimpers falling past your quivering lips increasing in volume and your body shaking. He could see you trying to hold on but it made his heart heavy. Holding you up with one arm, he reached out his free hand and cupped your cheek while using his thumb to try and swipe away tears.

“It’s okay. You’re safe. You can let go. I’ve got you.”

It was strange how you knew exactly what he was talking about. Were you really that much of an open book? Or were your walls just that poorly constructed? Either way, his words rung in your head and the next thing you knew, your body was falling and your world was fading to black. Jimin’s voice sounding like it was miles away as he asked Jungkook what was wrong with you.

You can let go.....I’ve got you.....

When you woke up, the first thing that registered was how you were a bit sore. Your head sported a dull ache and your muscles felt bruised. As you opened your eyes a bit wider, you recognized the room to be Jungkook’s. The curtains were all pulled in as they were before to keep the room dark and the fire was crackling over in the corner. That was where Jungkook himself was perched as he seemed to be quite entranced with the flames.

What the heck happened?

There was dinner......Which you had no recollection eating. Your stomach confirmed that much for you as it felt like it was trying to eat itself with the hunger pains you were experiencing. But what happened at the dinner table? You laid there trying to remember. Something major had to have happened otherwise you wouldn’t feel this crappy.

“How are you feeling?”

The soft spoken question made you jerk into high alert on the bed as you refocused your eyes onto the male who had since stood up and was slowly and carefully approaching you. It was then that you noticed he had changed into pajamas. Pretty simple ones; just a baby blue plaid set. It looked good on him. But then again.....he seemed like the type of guy where anything looked good on him. Lucky.

“I um........What happened?”

Seeing that scared puppy look in your eyes, he decided it was best to make you think you had the upper hand and had the control of the situation by crouching down at the side of the bed. This way you’d be looking down at him rather than up and feeling towered over. Which actually......that kind of made you more like a cat. He had read where cats like to feel in control by perching on higher ground so that they can observe and be in control of what’s going on around them.

Not to mention you got quite defensive like a cat. And.....you seemed like a loner. Perhaps you were part cat and you didn’t even realize it?

“You had a panic attack during dinner. It......It was a lot for you to take in, honestly. We should have approached the whole questions and answers thing a little bit better. I can see why Namjoon hyung approached things the way he did but.....well......you’re quite the unpredictable one.”

You stared at him while turning to lay on your side so that you could face him fully. He smiled that cute, sheepish smile he wore whenever he was growing nervous. When had you noticed that? Oh well. Back to the information he had given you. You had a panic attack? Had you ever had one of those? You couldn’t ever recall having one. Hearing a soft sigh along with the calling of your name, you refocused.

“Do you believe in magic?”

Well that was a strangely random and cliche question. What was this? Some kind of movie scene they were reenacting? Giving him a look that said as much, you felt your eyebrows furrowing together in confusion and your head shifted a bit on the pillow as you tried to figure out how to answer such a question.

“Um......no? Magic doesn’t exist. That’s just......well.....made up. It’s not real. There’s no amount of science that proves it to be real. Even those goofy, corny magicians admit that their tricks are all made up of carefully crafted illusions. So I guess to answer your question, no. I don’t believe in magic.”

The irony of your response was heavy and it was all Jungkook could do not to bust out laughing from it. And yet, he couldn’t say you were entirely wrong. It was true, there were a lot of phonies out there who tried to call themselves magicians when really all they were was a bunch of....well.....frauds. Phonies. Frauds. It all meant the same thing. They weren’t real magicians. Not like Bangtan.

“What if.......What if I could prove it to you?”

“What? That.......That magic is real?”

You gave him a look and it clearly screamed that you were questioning his sanity. Perhaps being cooped up in this creepy, haunted building for so long was-----

Haunted.........Haunted........

“So that’s really all we know about this place. Basically that it’s got a mind of it’s own. I suppose you could say it’s haunted? However you want to look at it.”

And just like a floodgate being opened, everything came back to you. The dinner table. The questions and answers session. Then----the knife----your heaving chest----the fear that had coursed through you. You could hear your name being called and it snapped you out of your little trip down memory lane.

“You remember, don’t you? You remember everything. If you would just relax, I can explain.”

“Explain? Explain??? Jungkook, don’t you dare try to tell me magic is real. Because it isn’t.”

“Then explain Jimin hyung’s umbrella. Tell me. What’s the science behind his umbrella.”

He didn’t want to have to do things this way but Jeon Jungkook had never backed down from a challenge in his life. The gloves were officially off and he was ready to prove you wrong. Lady or not. And so standing up, he flung his arm out and pointed his open hand to the lounge area.

With wide eyes, you watched as an armchair came floating towards the two of you; gravitating towards the male’s hand. He moved his open hand gently towards the floor and the chair went with it as it suddenly came to a soft thud at the side of the bed. Taking a seat and swinging one leg over the other with his arms resting comfortable on the arms of the chair, you watched him poke his tongue into the inside of his cheek; looking absolutely cocky.

“I’ll let you explain the science behind that one after you’ve explained the umbrella.”

Okay you had to admit, that was pretty cool. And really hot. However, your mind easily generated a cookie cutter response as you sat up in defiance and folded your arms.

“Wires.”

“Wrong. But feel free to check the room for them later. Now back to the umbrella.”

“Mechanical. It’s obviously a piece of technology disguised as an umbrella.”

“Clever response but still wrong. Try again.”

“Trick mirrors.”

“Wrong again.”

“Ugh! Jungkook! There is no such thing as magic! This place has caused you to go insane! Don’t you see that?!?!”

You were running out of rational explanations but you refused to back down. You knew darn well that magic wasn’t real. It just wasn’t. Simple as that. A known fact of life, even. But the male next to you sitting in the chair refused to back down either. After inhaling and breathing deeply out his nose, causing his nostrils to flare a little, he patted the arms of the chair once before sitting up straight and holding his right hand out to you.

Confused, you weren’t sure what he was doing so instincts lead you to reach out with your hand to grab his but he stopped you with his free hand. After making a sound to stop you as well, he simply said,

“Just watch.”

With a huff of annoyance, you did as you were told and watched his hand. This was pointless. What was he even trying to prove by doing all of this? However, you tried to pay genuine interest in what he was doing all the same. And as the two of you sat there in his bedroom, you watched as a small flame suddenly burst from his open palm.

A gasp left you breathless. The flame was small but it burned bright and strong. The flames licked at the male’s skin but it never burned or blemished the flesh.

“See this? See how closely huddled up we are watching this flame. Do you really think I have some kind of trick mirror wedged between us somewhere or perhaps wires hanging above our heads? And I can promise you, my arm is not mechanical or robotic. I’ll even break a bone if it means you believing me.”

You stared at his hand with a loss for words. Lips parted with a rational response that you were never going to find. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as your narrow human mind tried to logic it all out. But there was nothing to figure out. Nothing to explain. You couldn’t understand it. But maybe you weren’t meant to. Perhaps you were meant to just.....accept it for what it was. Magic.

Jungkook watched as those walls crumbled once again. Your eyes went from that guarded, hollow look, to something bright and alive like a child’s. In fact, you were leaning in and inspecting the flames closer much like a curious child. And yet again, another feline-like trait. Such a curious cat you were.

Having no idea what you were doing or what you were thinking, you felt yourself take an inhale of air and tried to blow out the flame in his hand. And just as you expected, the flame went out. His palm was flawless as always. No damage had been done while the flame sat there. This was when the male decided to mess with you a little; his bunny smile unbeknownst to you.

The flame suddenly popped up again. Burning just as brightly as it did before. Staring at his hand in confusion, you leaned back in again and tried to blow the flame out once more. And just like last time, the burning bundle of energy died out. Just as you were about to lean back again, the fire came back to life in his hand. You repeated this same scenario at least two more times before the male’s laughter started to fill the room; followed by your whine of frustration.

“Koooook!! Stop it!”

“Oh my god! Are we really sitting here doing this?! You should see yourself right now!! You’re hilarious!”

You sported the ultimate pout while watching him fall back into the armchair while clutching his stomach with both of his now free hands. Haha. Yes die of laughter. You thought to yourself as you watched him slowly recover. Taking deep breaths and wiping fake tears away from the corners of his eyes, he sat up straighter in the chair and flashed you a bright bunny smile.

“Now that you believe me, how about we get you some dinner. Jin hyung made you some soup and the bread is still really fresh.”

“Who says I believe you?”

He had started to physically lift the chair to carry it back to the lounge when he suddenly stopped and turned to look at you. His one eyebrow rising in challenge and dang......you could feel your cheeks heating up. That stare. Why did he have to look like such a freaking sex god or something??? With a shrug, he responded casually,

“I guess you don’t have to believe me. Just don’t be surprised when you see the guys and myself using magic in front of you. Now eat.”

By this time, he had put the armchair back and was carrying over a tray with a bowl of still steaming soup and a loaf of bread that had been perfectly sliced. You could spot a small dish of butter on the side along with a spoon and butter knife for silverware. A perfectly steam-pressed cloth napkin was the bed for said silverware. Dang. This was hotel style service.

The tray had legs so that it could be placed over your lap but high enough that you could eat comfortably. So there you sat with your pillows propped up against the headboard and a lap full of food with a glass of orange juice. Just the smell made your stomach growl in anger. Feeling a set of eyes on you, you began to lift a slice of bread and used your other hand to pick up the butter knife. But as you tried to get butter on the knife and then transport the butter onto the slice of bread, you noticed how horrible your hands were shaking.

How embarrassing. It was probably from your low blood sugar which you often fought with. But you supposed that’s what happens when you try to make meals last longer than they should. Feeling those same set of eyes on you, you huffed and said in annoyance,

“Please don’t stare.”

“Sorry. I just......do you want help?”

“No thank you. I appreciate the offer but.....I can do this myself.”

Jungkook bit back a sigh. And there went the walls again. Reconstructed and stronger than ever. But he honored your wishes and turned away to give you your privacy while you attempted to eat. How was it that you could make his heart feel light as a feather one moment, but then make it feel like lead the next? Why wouldn’t you let him in? Let him help you? He had a feeling he knew why, but.......It didn’t make him feel any better.

While you were determined to eat on your own, the male kept himself busy by bustling around his bedroom. Now that things had settled down and the mood had turned somber, he had went into that same mystery room as before and came back with a fresh set of pajamas for yourself. Why he didn’t just conjure them up in front of you was a mystery even to himself.

The rest of the night was pretty quiet and even a little subdued. You knew you shouldn’t have snapped at him. He was just trying to help. That’s all he had ever done from the moment you met him. But.....you just couldn’t bring yourself to let him in. You were too full of pride and to be quite honest......being on your own was....well......it was all you’ve really ever remembered. You were pretty sure you had shooed him away out of cowardice. You were scared. Scared to let someone in because......what if you got hurt?

After you had finally managed to eat all the soup and at least half the loaf of bread, you were forced to drink at least half the glass of orange juice before you were even allowed to look at the soft, pink pajama set waiting for you and practically calling for you at the foot of the bed. After picking them up, you went to the bathroom to change and use the toilet one last time before bed.

Now came the fun part. After having another stare down with the two of you crossing your arms in stubbornness and refusing to back down, it was decided that you’d share the bed. The reasoning being that the couch would be uncomfortable and the bed was plenty large enough to still keep distance between you both.

“Are you cold? I can warm things up.”

“Jungkook......try anything and I will magically kick you out of this bed.”

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