#god i’m so fucking weak over his tummy

[frnkiebby]

some of the tummy pics i had on my old phone. you’re welcome 🫡🫡🫡

HOW DID I NOT HAVE THAT MIDDLE ONE????????~🎃

[arminsumi]

I COULD DO THIS FOR HOURS

G. Satoru — さとる ⋅ fem reader

🔞 mdni / mdnr / smut / n.sfw / 18+ content

NOTE: i took a 3 am thirst draft and made it a fucking fic wtf 🥴 i'm so dizzy over this one idk why i usually don't drool for my own smut but god damn this one is special to me. ik i post a lot about gojo atm and it's because i love him no apologies 👍

SUMMARY — making a cheeky comment leads to a long, steamy session in the bedroom with your husband, who's got a point to prove.

WARNINGS — nasty smut 🤤, rough sex, namecalling/nicknames (b*tch, good girl, baby, dirty girl, sweetheart), he's kinda mean, hubby gojo, multiple rounds, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, messy/sweaty sex, daddy kink, p*ssy kiss (1), long session (3h), overstim, dirty talk (teasing, sweet, mean), incl. aftercare, lmk if i have missed smth thank u

WORDCOUNT ≈ 1.3k

PLAYME — daddy

🍒 — J ⋅ reblogs and comments help a lot ! enjoy reading :)

Your husband didn’t like that cheeky comment you made about his stamina and how fast he cums. He thought you were being pretty hypocritical, considering the fact that you cum sometimes solely because of lazy clit thumbing and shallow strokes.

“ Baby, careful what you say to me. “ he smiled at you in the kitchen, serenely washing the dishes after dinner. “ You know damn well that I could go for hours straight with no breaks. The only reason I don’t do that is because you’re too weak to handle it. ” he boasted confidently.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him. That scepticism pissed him off so much that he stopped cleaning the dishes and violently threw the towel down. Your giggles rung sweetly in his ear while he scooped you off your feet and tossed you over his broad shoulder, strong build carrying you to the bedroom like he was on a mission.

He threw you down on the bed with the same force that he threw the towel down with, his hands quickly finding his phone and setting a stopwatch.

You were already giggling apologies, but he wasn’t listening. He tossed his phone onto the bed and dented the mattress with his weight as he climbed on top of you, feverish kisses nearly knocking the wind out of you.

“ I’m sorryh – mmf – ‘toruh – didn’t meanh ih – I’m sorryyy. ”

“ Save your sorries and spread your legs. Gonna have to be a little rough with you, angel. But you like that, huh ? Yeah ? Like it when daddy’s rough ? Mhm, I know. Probably like it when I’m pissed off like this, too.

You smiled. “ Yeahhh, I love it. ”

He smirked. “ Dirty girl. ”

Folding you in half and sinking his cock inside you, it felt like he was your enemy for a second with how he beat up your gummy walls with his mean cock; you were giggling and squirming about his playful roughness in the beginning, but now? You’re screaming, going dumb and limp. It makes him chuckle.

“ Fuck, baby, just look at you. ” he cooed, “ . . . just cumming over and over on this dick like a dumb bitch. I told you that you wouldn’t be able to handle it, didn’t I ? Uh-huh. I fucking told you so. Keep it together, it’s only been twenty minutes. Haha . . . and you were the one talking shit about my stamina ? Come on, apologize to me. Good girl. Tell daddy how sorry you are – haha, you cummin’? Yeah, ‘can feel your pussy fuckin’ pulsing ‘round me – fuck that’s good. You like it when I’m mean, don’t you ? ”

“ Y-yesss ! Love it love it s'much Sa—to—ruuuh ! ” you panted frantically, body jiggling like jelly with each harsh thrust.

“ So cute and dumb. ” he cooed tenderly, as if he wasn’t rearranging your guts and breaking the bed.

“ Feel that, sweetheart ? Feel me sweating ? I know you like it when I’m this close, ‘like it when you can feel the sweat drip off my abs ‘n rub against your tummy ? Yeah, I know. Damn dirty bitch. Nah-uh, eyes on me. ‘S only been an hour don’t zone out on me. ”

Really, the concept of time flew out of your head when you were laying there taking him.

You’re shaking, gummy walls and sweet spots being beat up by your husband’s mean, yummy cock. The pressure inside you builds and builds until it snaps, and you scream his name in such a high pitch that it almost makes his ears ring. He laughs a little, watching as you writhe, trapped under his beefy body. He relishes in the feeling of your pussy pulsing as you cum, it brings him close, too. Before you know it, he’s pumping his cream deep inside, pounding into you like he’s trying to ruin your pussy and reshape it to fit only his cock.

“ Fuckin’ takin’ it so well, angel. Now ‘gimme another round. Get on your tummy – there we go, aw your legs are numb ? I don’t care. It’s only been an hour. You can hold on longer than that, can’t you ? ”

From the back, he fucks you so sensually and deeply that the two of you sweat sweat sweat it up. He insistently bundles up with you under the covers to make it extra toasty. The smell of sex is hot and pungent in your lungs, and inhaling yours and his arousal and scent of cum drives him crazy. Bodies wet and slippery, he’s made a sloppy mess of you before but not quite like this; his cheeks dampen, his hair sticks to his forehead; there’s little rivulets of sweat running down the center line of his abs, following along his v-line. There’s an ache in your thighs, you’re getting overstimulated but it’s so good. And listening to his ragged, heavy breathing behind you just brings on another orgasm.

“ Fuck, baby, ‘wish you could see yourself from this angle. ” he groans erotically, brows finally knitting together tightly as he loses composure and succumbs to his own sensitivity. “ Oh, angel, just cum. Don’t hold it in – cum cum cum yeahhh there we go – that’s my fucking girl. Cumming so pretty on this dick. You’re so fucking beautiful, ‘m gonna cum too. Sh-shit look at all that frothing up, feel that ? ‘so gooey and nasty. Hahhh-ahah I’m cumin’ – cumminggg ~ ”

You can practically hear the hearts in his voice when he cums, vocals straining and rasping against the nape of your neck. He lets out this one last primal sound before pumping you full of another load of thick creamy cum. You can feel him pulsing and twitching. He presses his weight onto your back a little too much, you can feel the tones of his sweaty torso and how wet and hot his body is.

“ Haha . . . fuck . . . ” he runs a hand through his hair, smiling down at the pretty mess on his dick. “ Baby, you did so good for me. You okay ? Did I go too hard ? ” he asks tenderly, nuzzling the back of your neck, just listening to your shaky breaths as you come down from your high.

“ I can’t feel my legs. ” you swallow, dazed smile on your face. “ So good . . . ”

“ Aw, sorry, angel. I’ve got you, come here. Ooh – where’s my – phone – let’s see how long you endured me for. ”

“ Felt like . . . forever . . . ”

He chuckled under his breath at that and leaned off the bed, reaching for his phone that had fallen right off the edge when he was making the bed violently shake earlier.

“ Ooh ! Baby, we’ve got a new record. Three hours. ”

“ Oh my god, no wonder I can barely fucking move . . . you’re a menace. ”

He smiles cheekily, “ Wanna make it four ? ”

“ Are you crazy ?! ”

“ Yes, of course. Don’t you love me for it ? ” he coos in a sultry voice, coming to press a loving kiss to your damp cheek.

You feel his weight lift off the bed, you tiredly peek at where he’s going and – of course, like the sweet husband he is, he’s getting you a towel. You can hear his exhausted huffs of breath. There’s cream running down your slit, some smeared across your pussy and frothed up.

He comes back into the room, smiling admiringly at your sleepy body. You’re sinking into the pillows, too tired to think.

“ ‘toru . . . ”

“ Angel ? ” he hums in response, slowly starting to clean you up from the thighs up. You feel his big hands massaging the numbness out of your legs.

“ I love you. ”

He smirks and presses a kiss to your pussy from the back, making you giggle. “ Love you too, my girl. No one makes me feel better than you do. Come here. Haha, are your legs still numb ? Should I massage them more ? M'kay, sweet girl. ”

The silence is sweet and long. He's massaging your body, feeling over you like you're his little masterpiece, his little angel.

Then he breaks the silence.

“ Told you so. ” he smiles victoriously.

You groan. “ Shut up. I was just teasing when I said you had shit stamina ! ”

“ I know, but I still hated that you said it and felt the need to prove a point. ”

You snuggle into his chest, making his heart flutter like he's a boy with a crush again.

“ Yeah yeah, point proven. ”

“ Aaand what's the point ? Tell me, I wanna hear it. ” he teases.

“ You can go on for hours. ”

He smiles to himself. “ Damn right I can. Glad my good girl learned her lesson. ”

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[starkeyisthelastname]

college frat!boy rafe taking college nerdy!reader’s virginity??

“R-rafe what about the project?” You squeaked out, head dizzy as you felt him push into you for the first time. You couldn’t help but keep asking that, the further things went as you were trying so hard not to get wrapped up in Rafe Cameron.

You whimpered at the feeling of being stretched open, his dick no joke. You never expected to lose your virginity this way, especially to the frat president himself. He was huge, body sculpted by the Greek Gods as his abs flexed. You couldn’t believe he was giving you the time of day, any other girl you had seen him with looking much different than you.

“Ask me again, I’m not gonna be nice. Quit fucking worrying about it.” He said, irritated as he wanted to relish in the feeling of the tightest cunt he had ever been in. Getting to fuck the nerdy girl in his class definitely had his ego feeling as if he was a pornstar. He told you what you wanted to hear, getting your focus off the boring topic he could pay someone to do. You may have been book smart, but you were an innocent naive little thing who happened to fall into his trap.

The pain subsided sooner than later, an overwhelming feeling in the pit of your tummy taking over instead. Your pussy clenched around his thick length, mouth opening in silent moans as he pushed deeper. You reached out to grab a hold of anything, settling for the sheets.

“You like that shit?” He asked, watching you come undone before his very eyes. Under all those loose clothes and thick glasses, you were gorgeous and had the body of a goddess. He was never one for seconds, but the project definitely would take more than one session. He smirked thinking about it, leaning down to grip your jaw in his large hand. “I asked you a question. I know you are good at answering those.”

Your eyes threatened to close, the pounding to your poor hole not slowing down even a little bit. The tight grip on your jaw had you feeling weak, never knowing a man could have such control over you. You nodded your head, the words not coming out as you tried to open your mouth.

Rafe laughed, pushing the loose strands of hair back from his forehead. “What happened to that big brain of yours? Can't talk?” He taunted, slapping your cheek lightly. “Dick got you acting dumb now.” He spoke, rolling blue eyes.

[shawtuzi]

finking of morning sex w plug!eren

mdni pls and thank you///cw include: black fem!reader, drug usage (weed), a lot of sexual tension, lazy morning sex that eventually turns kinda rough, some fluff

9:03 AM

the early morning sun nearly blinded you as eren opened the blacked out curtains in your shared bedroom. “ren what the fuck,” you whined burying your face in the plush pillow you were just a few seconds ago sleeping so peacefully on. eren chuckled, bringing a blunt he had freshly pearled to his lips that were still a bit swollen from last nights activities. you’d recently gotten into nibbling and biting on his lips during your intense kisses and although he found it extremely hot he was definitely paying the price for it.

“suns up mama, time to get up….unless you want me to finish this without you,” he smirked blowing a fat cloud of smoke in your direction. you lifted your head from the pillow, a deep scowl on your face. you begrudgingly sat up making eren grin, “yeah that’s what i thought, go freshen up real quick i’ll roll another one while you’re gone.” you let out a dramatic sigh before making your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face.

when you walked back into the room eren was laid up on the bed, little o shaped clouds of smoke flying into the air. “turn on some music,” he grumbled and you quirked a brow waiting for him to finish his sentence with a ‘please.’ when he saw you weren’t moving the realization hit him pretty damn quick, “sorry i meant turn on some music please.” you smiled and happily complied, turning on the speaker. you put on ‘feels like summer’ by childish gambino before flopping onto the bed. “careful baby careful—almost made me ash on my chest,” he chuckled giving your ass a light smack.

“yeah yeah whatever gimme some,” you plucked the blunt from his hands and took a long hit. you maneuvered your body onto his lap, his morning wood definitely not going unnoticed. “what’s on the agenda for today babydoll,” he asked tracing his name over and over on your thigh with his index finger. you handed the blunt back over to him before speaking, “mika invited us to brunch at one, then i have my nail appointment at four, we’ll have to do some grocery shopping tonight, and then i was thinking for dinner i could make that cajun chicken alfredo you like so much.” eren was trying to listen he was really was!! but it was so damn hard when your clothed pussy was directly against his dick that was practically straining against his boxers.

“you listening to me ren?” you giggled snapping your fingers in front of his face. a lazy grin broke out on his face and he nodded, “mhm of course i’m listenin’.” the room was slowly but surely becoming boxed and the more it did the more you and eren we’re feeling the effects of the drug. “had a dream about you last night,” you hummed, leaning back, resting your hands on his muscly thighs. eren smirked, his eyes drifting to your cunt that was practically swallowing your panties. he grabbed the second blunt he had rolled and lit it, “yeah? tell me all about it mama.”

“you were eating me out…and you had those fuckin’ grills in. you were doing such a good job i think i might’ve came in my sleep from it,” you sighed dreamily thinking of how damn fine eren always looked when he had his grills in. you felt eren’s dick twitch but didn’t dare say anything, deciding to tease him a little and see how long he’d last. he handed the blunt to you, a low groan rumbling in his chest. “those grills always make you so weak in the knees don’t they?” he said giving you a lazy smirk. his rough hands trailed from your thick thighs, up your tummy, and finally to your breasts where he gave them a soft squeeze. his thumbs brushed over your nipples and you shivered, nearly dropping the blunt in the process.

you head felt like someone had yanked out your brain and replaced it with hot air bc by god all you could think about right now was eren eren eren. “you dream about me a lot?” he asked, mindlessly toying with your breasts. oh he didn’t even know the half of it. you ran your tongue over your bottom lip, nodding at his question. you were supposed to be doing the teasing, but as always eren had the upper hand and was able to turn you into mush with just a few lewd touches. he looked like a dream right now—his jade eyes were red and hooded, his hair that was usually up was down and cascaded beautifully over his broad shoulders, and he had this damn smirk on his face that was getting your panties wetter by the minute.

‘rendezvous’ by partynextdoor (a song that just so happened to be on your sex playlist) began playing, increasing the sexual tension tenfold. eren’s nonchalant façade began to crumble once of felt your wetness begin to seep into the material of his boxers. “you know if you wanna fuck all you have to do is ask, can practically feel your heartbeat on my dick,” his words made your breath hitch making him smirk for the umpteenth time. “no you…no you can’t! don’t be weird,” you pouted slapping his chest. you hadn’t even realized how turned on you actually were until you felt how uncomfortably slick your pussy had gotten.

eren slowly pulled your panties to the side and this mf actually whistled when he finally laid eyes on your soaked center. “such a pretty pussy,” he mumbled to himself running a finger through your slit. eren took one final hit of the blunt before setting it in the ashtray on the bedside table. without warning he plunged two fingers in your cunt making you gasp but as soon as they were in he pulled them right back out. he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked your essence off of them until they were clean. “i think i’m gonna let you do the work this morning,” he smiled, snapping your panties back into place. you were taken aback at his words a soft ‘huh?’ leaving your pouting lips.

“this weed got me feeling kinda lazy, use me to get off baby i know you can do it,” he gave your thigh a few soft pats and you whined. you sat up just the slightest bit to pull eren’s boxers down mid thigh, his painfully hard dick slapping against his toned stomach. it was a struggle to get your panties off without fully standing up but you managed, and as soon as they were off you began grinding your pussy up and down his dick. each time his mushroom tip nudged against your clit you let out a little mewl that was music to eren’s ears. “goddamn babydoll haven’t even put it in yet and you’re already making my dick wet as fuck,” he groaned, digging his fingers into the plush of your thighs. your slick had his dick glistening in sunlight and man oh man was it a sight to see.

you didn’t even care that he wasn’t inside you yet, all you could focus on was how hard n warm his dick was. “you already gonna cum? hm?” eren breathlessly chuckled and you replied with a weak ‘uh huh.’ one side of eren wanted to take charge so bad and just fuck you silly, but the other part of him was loving how you were taking the lead and becoming so so consumed in the pleasure you were getting just from grinding on his dick.

within minutes you were cumming on his dick with a pathetic whimper, your hands slamming onto his chest so you were able to ride out your orgasm for as long as possible. you were incredibly sensitive in that moment thanks to the two blunts you previously smoked, but that didn’t stop you from wrapping your hand around eren’s dick, using your cum as a lubricant to slowly jerk him off. “just…just need a minute to regroup,” you breathlessly giggled, flicking your wrist a tad faster. eren groaned quietly, his eyes fluttering shut. “take all the time you need baby i’m—s-shit, i’m content as can be right now,” and he really was!! he had gods most beautiful creation taking care of him how could he not be loving life right now??

“‘kay think i’m ready,” you whispered to yourself before moving your body up until his tip was at your entrance. you slowly lowered yourself down, whining at the stretch. it rlly didn’t matter how many times you and eren had fucked you just couldn’t quite get used to the stinging stretch from that first push in. you finally bottomed out and eren’s hands wasted no time finding purchase on your hips. you felt so full.

“feels s’good ren,” you mewled, slowly moving your hips up and down. you pressed your lips to his in a needy kiss which he happily returned, shoving his tongue in your mouth in the process. “i know baby i know. feel so fuckin’ good—like heaven i swear you feel like heaven,” he grunted, bucking his hips up. you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, giving it a few soft nibbles. ‘so cute’ he thought to himself as you suckled on his lip. he brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing lazy circles onto the throbbing nub. “keep doin’ that m’gonna cum again,” your voice was becoming slurred as your second orgasm of the day was approaching.

you buried your face in eren’s neck letting out little chants of his name as your orgasm washed over you. your mind was so fuzzy the only thing keeping you grounded was the smell of eren’s pine scented body wash. “come back to me baby it’s okay i got you,” he murmured in your ear, stroking your back gently. “want…want some more but i can’t do it, need you to take control please,” you whimpered, twirling your fingers in the silky soft strands of his hair.

eren pressed a kiss to the side of your head and wrapped his strong arms around your back before bucking his hips up. usually his pace would be fast and unforgiving, but he knew you had plans for the day and didn’t want to make you completely fucked out. “yeah jus’ like that baby…love the way you fuck me,” your honey smooth voice moaned directly into his ear. oh how eren loved the praise. eren glanced at the alarm clock on your side of the bed:

10:37 AM

as much as he wanted to savor this moment he knew you’d need at least a thirty minute breather to regroup from the sex, and then it would take you about a good hour to get ready for brunch so unfortunately he had to make this quick. his thrusts picked up and you squealed from how hard his dick was bumping into your pressure point. yeah you’d definitely need a pretty long break afterwards. you removed your face from his neck and after what felt like an eternity eren was able to see your gorgeous semi-fucked out face. you couldn’t help the little droplet of drool that escaped from your kiss swollen lips—he was fucking you that good.

“c’mon renny gimme that nut i need it,” you pouted, squishing his cheeks together and giving him a sloppy kiss. eren moaned into your mouth, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the second. “m’gonna give it to you don’t worry—f-fuck gonna…gonna fill that pretty pussy up,” he practically growled, giving you a harsh smack on your ass.

“gonna fill you up so full you’re gonna feel me in your tummy all—”

thrust

“fucking”

thrust

“day”

really really hard thrust

“oh shit!” you cried, unintentionally biting down pretty hard on eren’s poor bottom lip. the mix of pain and pleasure had eren’s eyes rolling as he finally came inside you with a deep groan. you weren’t too far behind, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. eren stilled his movements completely but kept your body in an iron grip against his. he hadn’t even realized your head had found purchase once again nuzzled into his neck until he heard little sniffles. worry began to coarse through his veins as he lifted your head from his neck, inspecting your face with his brows furrowed.

“what’s wrong? what happened? did i hurt you? why are you crying? talk to me please,” questions were coming out of his mouth left and right making you giggle. “wha-what? why are you laughing?” the smallest pout was settling on his lips and you internally cooed at how cute he was being. you cradled his jaw in your hands, giving his nose a soft kiss. “m’fine ren it was just a little intense, that shit is strong,” you laughed again, referring to the two roaches in the ashtray. eren let out a tiny sigh of relief after hearing you were okay, a small smile now making its way onto his lips. “damn you bit my lip kinda hard huh?” he chuckled, sweeping his tongue over his bottom lip and tasted the faintest bit of something metallic.

“m’sorry baby,” you frowned giving his lips three kisses. you slowly lifted yourself off of him making you both groan in unison. “i should probably go shower—don’t wanna be late,” you sighed, sitting up, careful not to let eren see the wince on your face. although eren was tough as nails, seeing you in any kind of pain after sex absolutely broke him.

eren sat up as well and followed you to the bathroom, his eyes drifting to the cum that slowly made its way down your thigh. “didn’t you already shower while i was sleep?” you quirked an eyebrow as steam began to fill the room. eren wrapped his arms around you from behind, giving your neck a sweet kiss, “i did but i certainly don’t mind taking another one with you.” you felt something hard poke at your back and it was all starting to make sense. “really eren? really? we just got done not even ten minutes ago,” you giggled breaking out of his hold. eren licked his lips as he examined your naked body, “s’not my fault ole boy likes you so much.”

“yeah whatever horndog.”

<333

[neiptune]

you give me bad ideas

cw: 1.5k wc, female reader, reader has a vagina, NSFW, handjob, dry humping, slight fingering, pet names, established relationship, sanemi is as needy as an inappropriately horny boyfriend in the middle of the night can be and you're just gonna have to deal with it i guess

thank you a million times @erexart for this GORGEOUS WORK OF ART OF A BANNER i will stare at it for the rest of my life and then some more!!!!! thank you @katsulock for reading this and sharing your precious opinions i'm truly so lucky to know you and have your support

“Sanemi, no” you hiss but it’s quiet, you don’t even peel your eyes open to further underline how serious the ban is. He huffs into your hair from behind and it’s not long before he resumes his ministrations, lips gently tracing your spine with featherlight kisses that eventually rise up to your neck.

“No, what?” he whispers, faux innocence laced into his tone “I’m not doin’ anything” and just like that, his hands skim under your shirt, gently caress your tummy with a touch so warm and familiar it makes you sigh.

“Behave” you lazily grab one of his wrists, knowing all too well it’s going to do absolutely nothing to stop him “Genya is literally sleeping in the next room, I’m not risking your brother hearing us”

“So be quiet” Sanemi’s free hand rises up ever so slightly, thumb tentatively grazing the portion of skin he’s so used to grabbing “I’ll make sure none of your usual pretty whimpers slips past those lips” his warm breath on your neck elicits a shiver that only makes him smile.

“I cannot believe you” it’s nothing but a weak, annoyed yet fond groan. A soft chuckle vibrates in the wide, solid chest pressed to your back.

“Well, I think you owe it to me”

That’s when you open your eyes and fidget into his hold to turn to look at him, amused lavender gaze reciprocating your outraged one.

“I beg your pardon?”

Sanemi hums, seizes the opportunity to press his lips to your forehead as his arms further close around your waist and you’re pulled in tightly. “Don’t play coy. Can’t feel what you’re doing to me right now?” a familiar hardness is now pressing against your ass and it takes everything in you not to push your hips further into him “this is all you. I’m so hard it hurts”

As if to underline his point, he grinds against you ever so slightly, just enough for you to feel more of him.

“Sounds like a you problem” you whisper and Sanemi rolls his eyes at your stubborness, pretends not to notice how you’re now absolutely still. Pliant, malleable.

“And if I want to make it our problem?” he presses against you once more, rocks his hips slowly but with intention while keeping you in his iron embrace.

“Fuck” you quietly groan, familiar heat flooding your core “Nemi, we really can’t—”

“Please” he whispers, lips and teeth grazing your ear, hold growing stronger on your hips “need it so bad. Will be quiet, won’t even put it in if you don’t want me to”

“God— fine” you surrender, exasperated, and roll to your side once more “take what you need, then. Quietly”

“That’s my girl” the curve of a smirk where your neck meets your shoulder, his rocking gaining a steadier rythm now “my perfect girl. C’mere” Sanemi cups your jaw with the hand not busy kneading the plush skin of your breast, tilts your pretty face to claim a slow kiss that turns messy, sloppy. It’s rare for him to be this needy, in search of relief for himself. Poor thing. The thought of his gorgeous cock smearing precum against his briefs, bulge pushed over and over into the curve of your ass, the sound of his breathing morphing into raspy pants against your neck… it’s all enough for you to decide to help him out, ass wantonly wiggling over his hardness eliciting a hiss.

“Oh? What’s that?” the lilt lingering in his voice is still infuriatingly amused, in contrast with his hips still desperately bucking upward for friction “changed your mind, princess?”

“You never know when to shut up” you reach behind your back and sneak a hand in between your bodies, fingers curling easily around the ridge of his clothed length “and count your blessings” he curses into your hair when you start stroking him, torturously slow, the way you know it drives him insane.

“Fucking— shit” he ruts into your fist and it makes you hide a proud grin into the pillow.

“What is it? Not so smug anymore, are we?”

“I never need to be, ah, smug about this” he mutters before gently biting down on your neck, tongue warm and sensual easing the stinging pain right after “about how much I need you”

“Tell me how much you need me” you whisper, hand finding its way underneath the waistband of his sweatpants, his cock harder, heavier and quite literally leaking by the time it’s set free. You could get drunk on the moan bubbling up from his chest when you circle the flushed tip with your thumb, a good natured keep it low leaving your lips as you increase your pace ever so slightly.

“Nothing compares” he mutters, voice soft and so close to breaking “not my fist, not your pictures. Need your touch, your mouth, shit, even your voice alone is fucking enough to—” Sanemi is interrupted by his own groan, unable to focus as he shamelessly throbs into your skilled hand as it gathers more precum before squeezing his head once more.

You let him bury the pads of his fingers into your jaw again, kiss him just as desperately while a familiar throb between your legs has your thighs rubbing together. Desire mercilessly licks at your stomach but you don’t give in, not when all you’re focused on is him, getting closer and closer to his peak.

“So good for me” you murmur into his mouth, soft voice dripping with honey making him twitch “my beautiful, strong man. I love you, Nemi” and just like that, with another breathless moan buried into the crook of your neck in an attempt at keeping his promise of being quiet, ropes of hot cum make a mess of your hand.

A series of profanities is hissed into your skin and you relish in the way he still jerks into your touch when you teasingly caress his spent tip, makes you a little sad that you didn’t have the best view of his pretty features drunk on pleasure while stroking him.

“You will be the death of me” his breathing grows steadier at last but you can feel how painfully hard his heart beats against your back, arms possessively tightening around you as he shivers, hands sneaking underneath your shirt once more “I love you” it’s sincere, a declaration that never fails to make your heart flutter despite hearing it so many times each day.

You playfully hum as you retract your hand, chuckle when he groans as you carefully lick your fingers clean, gaze locked to his half lidded one.

“Sleep now” you kiss along his jaw when you’re done, only to then peck his lips to give him a  chance to taste himself. Sanemi presses his body against yours with purpose once, still half hard, before gently maneuvering you to roll onto your other side and face him.

“My perfect girl” he repeats, tone gone soft oozing with sheer devotion when he brings you as close as humanly possible to kiss you. It’s slow but deep, tongue entering your mouth and grazing yours over and over again, low groan vibrating against your chest as you card your fingers through his hair and pull at the snowy strands.

“Let me take care of you” it’s a plea barely whispered into your mouth “don’t think I don’t know how wet you are”

“There’s no need, I can—” he swallows your airless gasp with another needy kiss when one of his hands easily slips beneath the waistband of your sleeping shorts and panties, fingers zeroing on your clit by muscle memory and pressing against it. You bury your face into the crook of his neck when he starts making steady circles, a whimper inevitably slipping past your lips.

“You can’t. Not on my watch, not if I’m here” Sanemi nestles his cock between your thighs, painfully close to your still clothed entrance. He’s barely keeping himself from ripping those stupid shorts apart, especially as you grind against him in search for more friction.

“Nemi” you mewl, eyes rolling back when the circles against your sticky clit grow faster, harsher “fuck, please, need you”

“Need me? Where?” he pushes, amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth when you scoff.

“Sanemi”

“Answer the question, baby” you jolt against him when he teases your dripping hole with a single finger, barely dipping it in.

“Inside me” it’s a hiss more than a whisper “I need you inside me, you fucking prick”

That’s when he halts his movements, rough fingers taken away so abruptly you emit a pathetic whine. He grabs you by the hips instead, dampness sinking into your heated skin as he forcefully rolls you along his cock, heat stirring in his groin at the thought of just how slippery your folds must be by now, smug grin so close, so discernible even in the darkness of you shared bedroom, you could easily kiss or slap it off his handsome face.

“Why are you askin’ for it?” Sanemi tilts his head to the side a little, impertinence swarming in a darkened violet gaze “come claim what’s already yours”

[ja3hwa]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 | 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧

【Synopsis】 : After the couple of nights teasing and testing the waters. San finally makes a plan to corrupt your sweet mind once and for all.

『Word count』 : 2.27k

-> Genre: Smut. Fluff. 

Paring: Idol!San x Female!Reader 

[Warnings] : Cursing. Cyberpunk outfit san (yes, this is a warning) some insecure thoughts. Dirty talk. Foreplay. Kinda shy reader. Virgin reader. Corruption kink. Pet names. Fingering (f receiving). Unprotected sex. (Dont do that).

Note : Thank you for the requester from Wattpad for this. They asked for a part two to my bend fic with a cyberpunk outfit twist... So I hope you enjoy it. Also, I'm trying out a knew layout, so ignore me, hehe.

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Frustration and fear would be the only things to describe your emotions right now. After the little sexual activities San and You had performed four nights ago, you couldn’t help but play it in detail over and over in your mind. You wanted, needed, fuck, you craved it. you were going to go insane if you didn’t have another taste of San. And he was not helping, sending you not so safe for work texts or sending photos of his very sexy stage outfits for his performances he and his members have been doing since the comeback happened. What is worse about seeing your boyfriend in such gorgeous outfits is that you are unable to touch him in them. Once he is home, he is already washed up, make up free and outfit gone.

You couldn’t lie when you said you had fantasies of San fucking the living day lights out of you in one of the outfits, especially the Cyberpunk ones. The black crop top, black straps and fake Anarchy symbol tattoo that was displayed on your boyfriends lower tummy. You needed him so badly. But then the shyness comes in, you couldn’t possibly tell him what you wanted. Tell him how much you wanted to feel his cock poun―

“Darling. You awake?” San’s sweet voice echoed through the house, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“In here...” You couldn’t say anything else as you voice cracked. You could feel your heart beat in your ears and your legs wobbled as you tried to walk over to the door of your bedroom. San had turned you on that much, you felt embarrassed that you were that weak for him.

“Hey my baby. Why are you in here?” His voice was drowned out by the fuzziness in your brain suddenly turning up, ten-fold. He was in one of his stage outfits, more specifically, cyberpunk one. Oh no this is not going to end well..

“S-Sannie, w-hy are you wearing that?” You completely disregarded his question, asking one of your own instead. San tilted his head in innocence, looking down at himself before letting out a small chuckle follow by his classic feline smile.

“oh this? Yeah, I have to wear this outfit tomorrow for a photo shoot. So I made a suggestion that I wear it home since I need to tomorrow. It also saves the stylist in trying to find it later.” His ramble did not help the heat growing in your stomach. His voice was so low and raspy from singing all day. You can even see a little form of sweat coating him from the performances. He was a Greek god amongst men. And he was yours.

“Are you okay baby? You keep going quiet?” He took a step forward become only a couple centimeters from your trembling body. Sometimes you think you are living in a dream, how could someone like San be with you? He was sculpted like a porcelain statue and aging like a fine vintage wine. You were plan, normal. Nothing special. How could you end up together.

“Earth to y/n. Come in Darling?” He shook his hands in front of your blushed red face. You finally looked up to him, seeing how close his face was to yours. “Are you okay?” He asked again, rubbing his hand along your frame until it found place against your hip.

“I…Yeah. I’m fine. I’m sorry.” You apologize for acting weird, but San kisses your forehead in protest, saying there was nothing to be sorry for. You hugged him for a moment, taking in his presence, making you feel better.

“So what do you think? I remember you like my outfits. But wasn’t this one like the second or fifth on your list?” His question made you gulp as you sat down on the edge of the bed, fearing you’d fall if you kept standing. He did a little twirl for you, stretching his arms up so he could show off the fit. He knew what he was doing. He knew this was your favourite stage fit, but he wanted to hear it from you directly. He needed to get praise from you. It was like a drug, and he craved it.

“Actually it’s my favourite outfit.” You whispered, biting your nails slightly while you unknowingly checked him out. He pretended as if he didn’t know with a little ‘oh’ slipping off his tongue.

“I have the fake―” He pulled the crop top up slightly so the tattoo could be put on full display. ���You want to touch it?” His words came out desperately, making your eyes widen. You nodded like an idiot, watching your boyfriend walk closer to you so he could stand in between your legs. You were eye level with the fake tattoo, letting your fingers graze over it. His abs tensed at the feeling, a tingle in his gut growing.

“It looks so good on you.” You said without thinking.

“Yeah? That’s what you’re thinking?” His teasing nature erupted with the hint of greed. Call him weak, but if he had to, he would get on his knees and beg for you to praise him. Maybe he's got a praise kink, but that was a conversation he didn’t want to have. Not right now, anyway. Even though your brain was fuzzy, you could see the way San’s eyes sparkled when you spoke about him. You weren't as innocent as he thought. You might not know what to do in sexual situations, but to heck, if you didn’t know how to read a person. Especially San.

“I think the whole outfit looks good on you.” You spoke with a little more confidence, gripping the hem of his crop top tugging it, in hopes he got the hint. “You also look good if you have nothing on.”

It was like a switch went off in his mind. You, his innocent―well so he thought―partner basically asking him to take his clothes off. He sent you a devilish smirk, slowly guiding his hands up to the clips of his straps. You gulp feeling instant embarrassment from your statement.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? Wanted to see me naked?” His deep voice made your head dizzy, tucking your face in your hand to hide the blush that surely painted your face the moment he walked into the room. He shook the straps off, watching you intensely at your reaction of shyness. He lived to see the corruption fill your senses, so once he threw his straps somewhere in the room, he pounced. His lips latched to yours, making your head spin. His hand gripped the back of your neck to pull out closer. His knee pushed up against the bed, in between your legs, letting you grind slightly on his thick thigh.

“San…” you moan straight into his mouth, making him groan in response. His free hand that was found perched on your hip glided slowly towards your ache between your legs. His long fingers were quick to wrap around the small flimsy fabric known as you sleep shorts before pulling them off in one motion. You showed no fear, letting him grab your panties straight after so he could pull them off the same way. His lips never left yours through this whole moment, wanting to pamper you before he had his way.

“Pretty.” A word slipped off his tongue, making his mouth leave yours so it could latch on your jaw, then your neck. Sucking and biting at your hot flesh. You never felt such excitement, and you begin to crave it the more you feel your boyfriend’s tongue dancing on you.

As if he understood what your thoughts were saying, his brought on hand to the inner part of your left thigh. Finger tips dangerously close your soaked pussy. You whined, body trashing slightly as if it has a mind of it’s own. Like a primal instinct has taken over. You moan out his name twice, or was it four? You sounded like a broken record and San hadn't even touched you that much.

“My perfect baby. You sound so nice when you beg. But begging isn’t needed tonight. I’ll give you whatever you want…” His lips place kisses on your exposed stomach, sending chills down your spine. “…that’s if you tell me what you want. Come on, tell me, and it's yours. What do you want.”

You choked out another whimper, knowing San was going to pull something like this. He needed you to tell him exactly what you wanted. He needed to hear the filthy words leave your lips. He needed to know every detail that you fantisise in your pretty little head. “San…”

“What’s it baby? What do you need?”

“I want…” He sat completely up, moving back up so he was face to face with you so he could see your eyes flutter with the shyness as they slowly slipped into corruption. “I want you to fuck me. Please, make me feel good.”

“Fuck…” He groans, never seeing something as gorgeous as you asking him to rail you. He had surely died and gone to heaven. “Detail, what exactly do you want?” he needed more…

“I want you to fuck me with your outfit on.”

More…

“I want to feel you deep inside me.”

More…

“Please San if you don’t stick your cock inside me I’m going to scream.”

His brain short circuited, his hands and body moving like they were born to play with you. Stripping you from your pj’s entirely, his mouth latched on your hard nipple while his fingers slipped into your soaking hole with ease. He pumped quickly, bringing his thumb to your sensitive bud, circling it. Your hands fly to grip his shoulders, nails digging into the harsh fabric. Your head flew back, choking out his name over and name. His pace became faster, tilting his hand up so he could sink his fingers deeper inside you, pulling your orgasm closer within the seconds. “San I think I’m gonna…”

“let go for me, baby. I wanna feel you tighten around my fingers.” His dirty words tipped you over the edge, seeing white spots cloud your vision as you convulsed under him. You’ve never felt such an intense orgasm before in your life, feeling like you could walk through fire and not get burned. Once your high came down, he pulled out his soaked fingers slowly before taking them in his mouth, tasting your sweet juices. You panted, letting out a little whine while you watched your boyfriend.

“You ready for more?” His voice was deep, gravelled, but it was laced with love. One side of his brain was screaming, aching to pound you and fuck you into next week until you see stars or pass out, but the other side wanted to make sure your first time was comfortable. He needed to show you how fun sex can be, how loving it can be. And besides, he has all the time in the world to corrupt you.

“Yes…” you whispered, snaking your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. A smirk crept on his lips while they connected to yours, hand snaking down to grip the base of his cock so he could trail his tip along your folds. You took a large inhale, feeling a sense of excitement and worry. It was finally happening, you were finally going to go all the way. His tip slipped slightly into your enterance, making you wiggle in anticapation.

His dark chuckle that erupted from his chest made you roll you hips without thinking, feeling more of his cock slip inside. He took this as a green light, bottoming you out until you can feel his balls hit againsts your ass. Your nails dig into his shoulders feeling the painful sensation soon fade away into pure blissful pleasure. His thrusts started off slow, his hand snaked around your thigh pulling you closer. His lips felt yours and you tried to chase them―which made him laugh lightly―. He sat up pulling a pillow from beside you so he could place it under your hips. You watched him with curiousity, as he basically fluffed it before placing you onto the said folded pillow.

“Comfy.” His cheeky voice made your heart flutter as you replied with a small yes, following with a giggle. His hand pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, instructing you to lock them against him, which you did gladly. Your eyes gazed over his body from head to toe. Your eyes met the sight where your bodies were connected, and you couldn’t help but clench around him. “Like what you see, Doll?”

You bring your hands up to cover your face, groaning at him just freely being dirty in what seemed like a tender moment. He let out a chuckle at your reaction, leaning down you kiss between your breasts in order to distract you. His hands grip your hips, pulling you closer. His thrusts started to pick up again, making you seemingly forget about your embarrassment. Grunts escaped San’s lips, losing himself for a moment with your velvet walls tightening around him. “Does that feel good?” He smugly asked.

“Y-yes.” You panted, your chest heaving as yours nails dig lightly into his biceps.

“Good...” He suddenly fell to lay on his back, bringing you along with him. His head almost hangs off the bed, as he plants his feet behind you, bringing his knees up behind your back “Then ride me, baby.”

A whimper escaped your mouth as you slid back onto him with ease. You slide your hands down his chest, over his flat abs, feeling how they contracted under your touch. You started moving, finding the right rhythm, completely pushing away the shyness you felt before. You threw back your head, supporting yourself onto his thighs as you lose yourself in the moment of oure bliss. His hands gripped your hips, bucking his hips into you harder.

He sat up, his fingers digging harder in your flesh, bouncing you on his cock faster. He grunts against your throat, enveloping you in his arms, so he could hold you close as you wrap your arms around his neck, twisting your fingers in his hair. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, so he needed to make sure he could let you cum before him. Few more thrusts and your body shakes in pleasure, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your walls flutter around him, triggering his release as he spills inside you with a muffled grunt lightly biting your shoulder.

“Perfect” He smiles, breathing against your heated skin, his fingers lazily running up and down your back. Tangling his fingers in your hair, finding your lips, he kissed you passionatly...

- ♡

[r1nstaaa]

bangchan x fem!reader

blond chan is my roman empire.

MDNI!!!!

warnings: smut, chan has a breeding kink lol (he def does), tysm maya for the prompt ily and uh yes. enjoy.

you were sitting on the bed, peacefully scrolling on your phone. recently, your fyp has been filled with videos of the cutest babies ever and its literally torture. they’re so cute, so tiny that it makes you want one of your own. god, the baby fever has been hitting hard.

you looked to the side at your husband, who was also sitting on the bed, right beside you. his right hand was resting on your thigh, thumb rubbing soothing circles on the plush skin. “channie” you called out. “mm, what is it love?” he questioned, not looking up from his phone. ugh, the nickname. it still made you weak in the knees, even after 3 years of marriage. “channieeee” you called out again, demanding his full attention. “yes baby, i’m listening.” he looked up, not breaking eye contact this time. 

you stared at his lips. he knew what you were getting at. “you were gonna say something, baby?” the reminder made you snap your eyes back to his.

“i want a baby.” you deadpanned.

you hadn’t planned on blurting it out this way, it just happened. it had been in the back of your mind since the past few days, but you hadn’t really given it much thought. but chan? its safe to say he’s been dying to fill you with his seed ever since he saw you playing with your nephew during christmas last year. seeing the way you handle kids had him fully convinced you were gonna be an amazing mom and nothing could make him think otherwise.

with chan, all you had to do was ask. your wish was his command. and so, here you were, getting every last one of your wishes fulfilled.

his face was buried in your cunt, licking up every single drop you had to offer. he did not plan on letting anything go to waste. you had lost count of how many times he’d made you cum in the past hour, and if he had any intentions of stopping sometime soon, he was really good at hiding it. your fingers gripped at his hair, the curly strands wrapped around your fingers as you tugged at them lightly, making him groan against your sensitive cunt. the vibrations made you arch your back, the friction from his nose feeling sinfully delicious. “‘m gonna cum channie… fuck” you moaned out as he slipped his middle finger into your aching hole, pushing you closer to the edge. “c’mon baby, i know you can give me one more. that’s my girl.” he said, as he placed kisses on your tummy when you came down from your high.

he placed kisses all the way up to your collarbones, taking his time to fondle with your tits midway. he sucked and bit at your neck, leaving hickies all over the visible parts of your skin. he loved making it difficult for you to hide the remnants of your shared desire for each other. 

“what’d you say darlin’? said you wanted a baby?” he questioned, his hands working skilfully to rub and pinch your nipples. “y-yes.. fuck chan. need you to give me a baby.. please.” you mewled, back arching due to the pleasure. 

“since you asked so nicely…” he grunted as he slapped your clit with his cock, gathering your wetness near your entrance. “who am i to deny, baby?” he said as he pushed his cock inside with one full thrust, making you choke out a broken sob at the sudden stretch. the pain mixed with the pleasure made your brain go all mushy. all you could think about was the way his cock filled you up and the way his hands gripped your waist as he tried his best to not start thrusting into you already. “chan.. fuck me, please.” was all he needed to hear before he started rutting into you, building a rhythm and trying his best to not break it and absolutely ruin you right there. “fuck, you’re taking me so well, pretty girl. gonna fuck a baby into you.” his hands reached out for yours, holding onto them and interlocking his fingers with yours.

his pace was starting to get a bit rougher, hitting that spot inside you with each thrust. “so fuckin gorgeous. all mine, aren’t you?” he whispered against your neck, placing hot, wet kisses on your sensitive skin. 

 “shit, stop clenching ‘round my cock like that baby, gonna make me cum.” his thrusts started getting sloppier as you were both about to reach your highs, him reaching down to press on your clit and rub on it using his thumb. he spat on it and pinched it, finally making you come undone around his cock. your pussy squeezed him in even more, getting impossibly tighter. shit, you were driving him insane.

“fuck baby, m’close. so close.” he grunted. “you wan’ it inside? wan’ me to fill up that pretty little cunt of yours?” you nod mindlessly, completely fucked out. “words, pretty girl.” 

“y-yes channie. fill me up, please.” you said, as your cunt squeezed around him one last before he released his load deep inside you, your walls fluttering around his cock. 

he collapsed onto you, rightfully breathless. he reached down to push his dripping cum into your cunt with two of his fingers, giving you a sweet kiss and pecking your cheek after. 

“might wanna do this again just to be safe, you know?” 

[stardust-sunset]

A scenario to put the Curtis bros in- they’re all sick at the same time, maybe even the whole gang if you’re feeling extra creative 😭

Ohhh boy-

It was definitely food poisoning. Soda cooked and didn’t wash his hands, nasty bastard (joking!!)

He also probably didn’t bother to cook the meat properly smh-he either got impatient and bored of waiting or distracted by smth and forgot to turn the oven off 😭

It started with him though because boy has a SENSITIVE fucking stomach and he just feels like shit and can’t sleep

It’s like in Parks and Rec when Ron, Ben and Chris all got food poisoning and they’re just sitting there and sweating

Pony can hear Soda’s stomach making the most god awful sounds and he’s like “oh you too?”

Pony just sits up and all he can do is burp up whatever is in his stomach-poor boy gets very burpy when he has a stomach ache

Eventually they’re both running to the bathroom to throw up and Darry’s already in here throwing up in the sink

Soda threw up in the tub 💀

Darry had to clean it all because Pony cannot stand looking at vomit and Soda couldn’t even stand up

They’re all just in the Curtis bedroom, huddled together and shivering. They aren’t even mad at Soda because they knew he was just trying his best

Darry is in the middle with his hand over his mouth to hold in any more vomit, but at that point he can just get up dry heaves and weak burps

He has to go out and buy Tums for everyone and they all just spend the day throwing up the gross stuff and burping up the icky shit

Soda loves to have his tummy rubbed and it helps him a lot when he’s sick with relaxing him

Pony does too but he’s not as whiny-they have Darry sit in the middle so he can just settle their stomachs 😭

Pony gets so grumpy he’s like “why does everything hurt? Darry I’m dying, what if I die? What flowers will you put on my grave?” and Darry is green in the face and he’s like “I don’t know, kiddo, just go to bes please”

when one of them throws up they all go down. They hear Darry retching in the bathroom and suddenly Soda is gagging and Pong is holding his hand over his mouth

The only reason Darry stays home is because he wants to take care of his brothers. He couldn’t give a shit less that he’s sick.

It makes him feel better when Pony and Soda are snuggling into him, even though he wants to keep them away from his stomach

They go into their parents room because it offers them comfort but as soon as one of them starts puking they retreat to Darry’s room because it’s bigger. They don’t wanna throw up in their parents room

Pony gets feverish nightmares so he’s constantly whining and mumbling in his sleep

Its honestly a mess 😭 Soda calls Steve over and Steve brings the rest of the gang-Johnny brought food from the job he worked at and Two Bit gave them stolen medicine

They’re more than grateful in the end

Until they get the whole gang sick

Lets be real they’re all piled in the living room

Johnny doesn’t mind but he does try to leave-Dallas literally drags him back and he does the same when Dallas tries to leave

They’re all so whiny

Steve and Soda are inseparable. Steve threw up on Soda once and Soda just deliriously looked over and went “bro……” with the sickest grin ever

Pony and Johnnysre the smallest so they’re curled up on one of the arm chairs

Johnny gets all shivery and is hurled up in a bunch of blankets-out of any sickness his least favorite is stomach bugs. He hates vomiting

Dally was gonna skip town once he heard the stomach bug was contagious but he threw up at his car and Darry dragged him inside 😭

Two Bit is delirious off his ass. He’s laughing about something and suddenly he’s violently puking and then laughing about it.

It’s awful when they’re all sick at once 😭😭

[thatstonedwriter]

˚₊‧🍄[ Pain in the Ass ]🍃˚₊‧

◉ Synopsis; Billy Butcher comforts(?) you as you deal with chronic pain

◉ CW; swearing, chronic pain, mentions of self-medication, references to ableism, Butcher might be a bit OOC (sorry), implied romantic attraction

◉ A/n- I’m still nervous about writing scenarios/short fics but i wanted to try it out since I really like this prompt. Hopefully it turned out alright- enjoy!

You’d done your best- really you had. All morning, quotes from people who thought they knew better, your parents, your own fucking doctors- everybody saying it’s just “mind over matter”- echoing in your head. Classic platitudes you’ve heard since you were younger; people trying to relate, but instead, minimizing your pain.

“Oh yeah I get it- sometimes my stomach hurts, too.”

“Headaches suck but it could always be worse right?”

“You can’t let pain control you.”

“Fuck those stupid God damn- agh!”

Annoyed grumbles turn into a sharp gasp as another wave of pain shoots through your joints. This paired with the stomach/headache combo from this morning was really wearing you down.

And now you were reaching a point of desperation. The medicine you’d been prescribed proved itself useless against the pain today- and sure you could ask for some meds from Frenchie’s stash but… that option should be saved as a last resort. You could ask for help from Hughie, Kimiko or M.M. Surely one of them would be kind enough to pick up more of your prescription or grab you some heating pads- but then again, going out in public could put them at risk. You couldn’t ask them to put their lives in danger for something so trivial.

Never had it crossed your mind to ask Butcher for help. Worst case scenario, he kicks you out of the group for being weak- best case scenario? He says something ableist and leaves you to fend for yourself. No. You’re not dealing with that shit, especially not now.

A knock on the door to your little “bedroom” signaled that a higher power had other plans for you.

“Ya’alright in there, love?” Butcher’s voice, in any other scenario would have been a pleasant surprise- but in this moment of vulnerability? It was like hearing death bells toll.

“Yeah- yep- yep I’m good, thanks.” Your curt reply was not unusual to Butcher, but certainly not preferred. Slightly worrisome, even. You hadn’t come out all morning, and now you’re miffed with him? He hadn’t even done anything to piss you off! Today, at least.

He tries the doorknob, letting out a frustrated huff when it turns out to be locked.

"Trying to let yourself in? See, you're why God made locks."

"Come now, no need for the 'ostility-"

You rolled your eyes as Butcher began his usual spew of excuses, but one in particular caught your attention. It was near the end of his little monologue- softer, quieter, and spoken with a hint of uncertainty.

"and besides… can't have ya crappin' out on us, yeah?"

Even from in your room, you could hear the uncomfortable shuffling of a man unacquainted with emotional vulnerability.

"I'm not 'crapping out' on anyone," you scoff, wincing as more pain sears through your body. "But.. I could use some hel- hey!"

Before you could even finish your sentence, the door "magically" opened- and there Butcher stood, sly smirk on his face, lockpick in hand. He catches your gaze and shoves the pick back in his pocket.

"So then, what seems to be the problem, eh?"

God, it's going to sound so ridiculous when you say it out loud. Compared to what everyone's been through, saying "my tummy hurts" isn't really a matter of urgency.

But it's more than a stomach or headache on it's own. It's more than your joints occasionally aching and popping. It's been every goddamn day for as long as you could remember. Would it really be so wrong to ask for help?

“It’s just been.. pain. All day.”

“Is that all? A’right, where does it ‘urt?”

“…Everywhere. All the time.”

Your response caught Butcher off-guard. He’d been expecting some minor complaints, or even a sarcastic retort about what an ass he was being. The cocky, confident expression was replaced with one of concern as he caught a glimpse of the medications littering the nightstand. Surprisingly enough, they were all your own prescriptions. Probably not strong enough for whatever you were dealing with, Butcher reckons.

“You tried Frenchie’s stash?” he sighs, playful demeanor gone as he goes fishing in his pocket for cigarettes and a light.

“I’m.. saving that as a last resort.”

Butcher lets out a ‘hmph’ as he lights a cigarette, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke out the door.

“What d’ya need?”

“Sorry?”

He takes another drag, this time blowing the smoke out his nose. “Make me a list, I can grab what’cha need.”

It was hard to tell whether or not Butcher was annoyed with you. On one hand, you could appreciate the concern. On the other, it was almost certain Butcher was frustrated with this show of “weakness.” It took you a moment to find the right words- not necessarily wanting to decline the offer, but hesitant to voice your needs.

“You don’t need to grab anything. Meds aren’t helping today, and I can’t ask you to put yourself at risk. But if you’re offering… I wouldn’t mind some company…”

Uneasy silence smothered the room until Butcher finally sighed, dropping his cig on the floor and putting it out before walking into the room, taking long, slow steps. He grabs a nearby chair, loud scraping assaulting your ears as Butcher drags it to the side of your bed, plopping himself down and crossing his arms. More uncomfortable silence envelops the two of you until you decide to speak up.

"You don't have to be here if you don't want to, y'know."

"I know," Butcher mumbles. He glances at you out of the side of his eye, gaze softening as he watches you wince as yet another wave of pain rolls through your body.

Black spots invade your vision as the aching in your body worsens. You let out a low groan, hands gripping the sheets tightly as you wait for this wave to pass.

A larger, calloused hand covers one of yours, startling you enough to open your eyes. Through the black spots, you swore you could see Butcher's hand on yours, thumb rubbing your knuckles softly.

"You'll uh.. You'll be a'right."

You let out a weak laugh at the awkward, but sweet attempt at comfort.

With how little you'd expected from him, this gentle, caring side to Butcher was a welcome surprise. As the pain dissipates, your eyes begin to flutter closed.

"How about ya take it easy today. I'll tell the others not to bother ya, and I'll come back 'n keep ya company." Butcher's voice is soft- unexpectedly considerate.

Nodding weakly, you lean your head back, shifting against the pillows to get comfortable once again.

Butcher squeezes your hand, keeping a firm hold on you as you drift back to sleep.

[justaticklishdeer]

Unconventional Methods

lots of inspo from @hype-blue-fixation

this took forever to write, give feedback! (I personally don't think this turned out too well.)

Tw/CW: Restraints, Fluff, Teasing (a ton,) tickles, gets intense in spots.

word count: 1.5k

Vox and Alastor. Rivals, enemies, whatever you call them. They were busy fighting, as usual. Alastor had antagonized the TV Overlord yet again, and now they were in the lobby of the hotel – thank God everyone else was out for the day. Besides, the gang would hate to see the mess they had made… 

‘Fucking–hold still!’ Vox snarls, jumping forward at Alastor who easily steps to the side. 

‘Hmm, I’d prefer not to. I’m not getting taken down by some picture show–’ Alastor yelps as Vox grabs him. He struggled and hissed as the TV demon ties his arms above his head. 

‘You forget I know your weaknesses, Alastor.’

‘You know nothing about me. You barely know me! You’ve been obsessed with me since day one!’ Alastor snorts, glaring at him defiantly from his restrained position. 

‘Where shall we start? Perhaps..here?’ Vox places a blue tipped claw on Alastor's palm, tracing small circles. He had completely ignored the defiant jab. Alastor’s body jerks back and he whimpers out a giggly protest. 

‘There you go, pretty boy. Trust us. Or perhaps, myself. You know you can. You want to.’ 

Alastor whines again, squeezing his eyes shut as Vox continues. Vox smirks. ‘What's wrong, ticklish little fawn? Can’t handle my claws all over your palm? Perhaps I could move them. Have them slide up this pretty forearm, up near your underarm…then, sliding down your ribs while you whine at me. Then we could tease those sides of yours, oh, yes. Sliding my claws up and down your sides while you whine and try to curl into a sickeningly sweet ball of fluffy ticklishness. Then slide down to your tummy and tease there. I could go on for hours, Alastor. Hours. How does that sound?’ 

A helpless whine was all he got. ‘Aww, is someone a ticklish little fawn? Yes you are! Come on and tell me all about it,’ Vox hums, claws tracing slowly down his forearm. Slow. Teasing. Torturous. ‘Vohox. Vohohox, plehease..’ he whines, trying to flinch back from the tickles. His restraints held fast. Vox held him still. Alastor whimpered again, a giggly mess. ‘Shh, you can take more than that. I’ve done more than this. Come on. You can do it,’ Vox croons, reaching his other hand up to gently and teasingly stroking up and down the feathery-soft edges of Alastor’s ears. The deer whines loudly, trying to shake his head. ‘Ah, ah, ah. No. Stay. Oh, good boy! Look at you, taking the tickles so well.’

Alastor whines, trying to arch away from the soft dragging of Vox’s claws. He felt Vox get close to his underarm, and he gasps and arches. ‘Nuh uh, don’t shy away! It’s alright, just stay…oh, look at you. Such a helpless fawn, ensnared in my trap.’ Vox continued to trace lighty around the area, whiney giggles and breathy sighs joining the mix. ‘Vohox, plehease..move alohohong…’

‘I don’t think I will,’ Vox hums. The deer whines and flinches, body trembling. ‘Good job, Al, you’re doing amazing for me.’ 

Alastor nods, desperate as he squirms in his restraints. Vox was sitting on his legs to make it so escape was essentially impossible. ‘I–oho! Mm-!’ Alastor cuts himself off as Vox reaches his upper rib cage. ‘Oh, so here’s a bad spot, hm? Should we…count them?’ he teases, pressing slightly harder. Alastor frantically shakes his head. Quite the deer in the headlights. ‘Plehease–plehehase–Vohohox plehease—’ 

‘Ah, ah, shh…I’m not even nearly getting started. Calm yourself, little fawn.’ The TV demon slowly traces claws down Alastor’s ribs, eliciting a small squeak and twitch every time he hits a bad spot–the bad spot essentially everywhere. Alastor’s voice was shaky and giggly, no real words really making their way out of his mouth. He bleated like a fawn helplessly. Vox’s claws dragged slower, down his sides, resting on his stomach.

He uses one hand to push Alastor’s shirt up to expose his fuzzy stomach. He could hear Alastor whimper with anticipation. ‘Oh, my dear, I haven’t even started yet! You’re already squirmy and all vocal for me!’ ‘Sh-shut up!’ Alastor whines through a fit of happy giggles and whimpers. 

Vox gently scribbled around his belly, tracing a claw around his navel. Alastor’s breath hitched as he arched his back, trying to escape the torturous feeling. The television grins. ‘You’re lucky I’m not too..hungry right now, sweetie,’ Vox murmurs, continuing with the slow dragging. ‘Stahap th-that!’ Alastor snorts, trying to tug his hands out of the restraints. Vox hums softly, ignoring the plea. ‘Plehease Vox plehease plehease–’ 

‘Nuh uh, pretty boy, ticklish little fawn, adorable buck. You’d be safewording like hell if you hated it that much,’ Vox points out, tracing shapes on Alastor’s belly. He gently traces circles and little swirls all over the fur. The deer demon lurches and writhes, whining with the giddiest look on his face. He seemed to be on a whole different cloud of fluffy happiness. 

Vox smiled, continuing the slow, teasy tickles on the deer’s sensitive tummy. ‘Does that feel good? All nice and tickly for my favorite fawn?’ Alastor giggles happily, ‘m-mhm!~’

Vox moves his claws up to Alastor’s deerlike ears. Soft strokes, nothing too much. Yet, it still had the radio demon nearly crying with silent giggles and whines. Such a strong reaction. ‘Who’s a good tickle fawn?’ Vox croons. He could feel Alastor trembling. Good. Alastor could feel phantom tickles on his stomach still, making the whole thing worse. He squirms and whimpers, little breathy giggles coming out. “Just like that, good boy.”

Alastor bleats helplessly, grinning as wide as he could while arching his back. “Hmm, now the deer noises?” “Shuhut up..”

Vox moves back down to his tummy, cooing teases at him. A claw circles his belly button, and Alastor’s hooves kick as he whines. “Pretty baby, pretty tickle baby, c'mon..you can handle it,” Vox hums, continuing the awfully slow teasing movement. Alastor whines desperately.

“Words.”

“Whahat?”

“Use your words. You’re poetic.”

“It-ihit–Vohox plehease..” 

“Please what? Words.”

Alastor flushes and his ears pin as he shakes his head. “Yohou know.” “I know. I want to hear you say it,” Vox hums, claws still teasing at the spot. 

“Vohox–! Mmm! N-noho–!”

Vox’s scritching got more intense, making the deer squirm, his ears flicking as he tried to comprehend the feeling. “Fuck–fuhuhuck–Vohox i-ihit–ihit–!”

“It what, darling?” Vox chuckles.

Vox begins to trace claws on his neck, making the radio demon whine softly and smile. ‘You know, Al, you’re quite good at handling these. Or am I not doing enough?’

‘Vohox, it-it ihis plenty.’

Vox starts applying a steady tickle to the deer’s ribs. ‘Nohoho! Vohox, plehease–’

He blinks, looking Alastor right in the eyes as he continues. ‘You’d be safewording. You enjoy it, don’t you? You love how I make you feel all tickly. And happy.’ Alastor’s ears flick and flatten, and he turns his face away. Vox took the restrained position as an opportunity to tickle Alastor’s underarms–which got a desperate whine and shriek, then loud laughter. ‘Good boy!’ Vox praises, continuing to tickle him, aiming for a full on wrecking. Alastor shrieks and phrases, trying to comprehend what was happening. 

‘Vohohohox! Plehehehease–Nohohot thehehere! Ohoho shihihiht–!’ Alastor bleats in distress, his deerlike instincts coming out profoundly. His body thrashed and Vox held him still with a firm look. Alastor whined and bleated again, melting under the eye contact. He was holding back every urge to hide his face. To hide the flusteredness. To hide how much he loved this. 

‘Hold still.’ ‘I-I cahahahan’t!’

‘Yes, you can.’ 

Vox continues, and he could see Alastor’s eyes starting to glisten with tears of pure mirth. ‘Stahahap! Nohohohot the ehehehHAHAHARS!’ 

‘Yes, the ears. You know I couldn’t resist. They’re just so…fluffy, pure. Surely the radio host can handle it? Or perhaps…I could show this to all of hell? Let them know how much of a ticklish little fawn you are?’ Vox suggests, tracing claws down the feathery soft edges of his ears. He moves to Alastor’s tummy, scribbling all eight claws over the sensitive fur and skin beneath it. Alastor screams before his laughter fades to soft radio static and silence. 

‘REHEHED! ReHEhehed! SHhihiHit!’ Alastor practically screams the safeword, and Vox instantly stops. He reaches up to untie Alastor, chuckling as the radio host throws himself onto Vox with exhausted pants. He giggles occasionally in between breaths, and Vox gently rubs his shoulders to get rid of any of the phantom tickles. He offers the deer a glass of water which the former gladly accepts. 

‘You alright?’ Vox asks, amusement and fondness in his tone. Alastor nods, downing the water rather quickly. Vox notices and hums, ‘More?’ Another nod. He stands up and gently sits Alastor on the sofa. ‘Here. Stay, I’ll go grab more water.’ 

Alastor pants out, ‘Y-yohou’re evil…’

‘I’m an Overlord, darling. It’s my job. Now rest up. Can't have your hotel staff know about this, can we?’ Alastor’s cheeks redden and he shakes his head, mumbling, ‘They can’t know.’

‘Mhm. Now rest up, okay?’ Vox sighs softly, gazing down fondly at Alastor as he dozes off on him.

Perhaps…perhaps this wasn’t so bad after all.

[tteokdoroki]

being shy w/ deku under the mistletoe im abt 2 eat cardboard {🦭}

deku is one slick motherfucker !! don’t touch me !!!! mdni.

“what? don’t you wanna kiss me?”

a boyish grin spreads slowly across the number one’s lips as he corners you underneath the mistletoe. the agency party doesn’t stop buzzing around you, no one sparing you or deku a glance while you remain trapped by his arm against the wall and his beefy figure towering over you.

you blink up at him and then to the mistletoe dangling above your heads, with bambi eyes that glisten underneath the twinkling christmas lights— unknowingly making the man weak in his knees. you’re so fucking cute, so shy whenever you’re around him and deku would be a liar if he said your nervous little squeaks didn’t hold some sort of power over him.

“i-i…um,” you stutter, praying to the gods that you don’t pass out because how is it even possible that izuku looks this good. his cherry lips caught between pearly white teeth, hooded green eyes that darken with smoke from the forest fire of affection when he looks at you. his hair curls perfectly over stardusted, honeyed freckles that decorate his cheeks and you swear you’re already seeing the pearly gates when deku smiles at you again. “i-it’s not that i don’t want to…it’s just that, y-you’re my boss?” your shoulders flinch as if you’re questioning your own words. “is that even allowed?”

leaning down, deku cocks his head to the side— pressing you further against the wall. “tell you what, let’s play pretend angel,” he coos condescendingly, reaching up to brush a knuckle over the softness of your cheeks. “just for tonight, we’ll pretend i’m not your boss. and you can kiss me, if you’d like, yeah? how’s that sound?”

of course you want to kiss him, eyes flittering between his gaze and his lips— and before you know it, you’re nodding your head with enthusiasm, letting deku lace his fingers with yours. “y-yeah…okay,” you whisper, free hand settling on the broad middle of his well-built chest. “okay.” repeating the word once more to give yourself some confidence, you stand on your tip toes to press your lips against the number one’s— feeling him instantly melt into the gentle kiss. he’s warm, tastes like the peppermint hot chocolate they serving and waves of dopamine crash over your brain because you’re finally kissing the man of your dreams.

you should probably stop to breathe, pull away before your lungs combust but tasting deku is addictive, your smaller-than-his hands cascading from his chest to his biceps to the baby hairs curling at the back of his neck— tugging the large pro hero closer impossibly closer to you. he hikes your thigh up high on his slender waist, licking at the candy cane flavoured gloss on your lips as if to beg you for entrance. both of you seemingly have forgotten the traditional peck you’re supposed to give each other under the mistletoe.

his tongue presses into the heat of your mouth— your body putty between his calloused fingers as deku’s forest flame consume you whole and you both forget the little Christmas party you’re at. when the need for oxygen becomes too much to bare, the number one hero pinches your waist, pecking your lips once or twice more to lick at the trail of saliva connecting you both. “izuku…” you breathe, head falling back against the wall as you let the hero nose at the side of your face and neck.

“yeah, angel?” he places sloppy smooches along the column of your throat, burning up at the way you say his name.

“this…are we still playing pretend?”

the corners of izuku’s lips twitch up into a soft smirk, pulling your hips to meet his and leaning up from your neck until you’re a breath’s width apart. “oh angel,” he says warmly, brushing the swell of his lips over yours. “this was never pretend for me, can’t you feel how much i want you?” you squeak as he gently grinds his now obvious erection into your soft tummy, suddenly hyper aware of how close you are to pro hero deku.

“if anything,” izuku hums right into your ear next, tugging on your earlobe. “you’re number one on my christmas list this year, and getting you under the mistletoe was just the start.”

[shinestarhwaa]

I’m hereeeee !!

Okay okay so you may or may not know my sub Mingi agenda, that man is so fekjshejejsjdjd

But but but, what if he were to get with a virgin ? I think the dynamic would be pretty interesting because it isn’t in his nature to be dominant but he wants to comfort and help you because it’s your first time :((

would it end with him guiding you in how to please him ? would it end with him on a service top wavelength ? I’ll leave that up to you ml <3

I've never written this before but I think this plot is interesting so here goes nothing-

NIRVANA || SONG MINGI

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Bf!Mingi x Male reader

Word Count: 0.9K

Warnings/tags: Dirty language, virginity loss, blowjob, handjob, fingering, anal protected sex, mingi has a bigass cock, mingi is actually a sub but will be a softdom for you bb <3, catch is he will still take dick in his ass even if he ain't a sub

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You were nervous, so nervous your heart was pounding against your chest. You wondered if Mingi could hear it. You straddled him on his bed and you had just confessed to be a virgin.

"That's not a problem," he smiled, "I can show you how to do it."

Mingi pressed his lips on yours, softly moving them against you as he started unbottoning your shirt. His hands slid over your chest as he deepened the kiss.

You felt yourself getting weak at the knees, even while sitting, completely melting into Mingi's arms.

It didn't take long before both your pants and boxers were off, leaving you two in nothing but your unbuttoned shirt and his oversized hoodie.

Your cock stood proudly against your stomach, twitching at the anticipation of what would happen tonight. "I'll show you how a blowjob feels, hm? You deserve to get your dick sucked, baby."

He gestured you to sit at the edge of the bed, where you sat down as he got on his knees in front of you.

The way his eyes looked up at you as he took the tip of your cock in his mouth had you shuddering with anticipation. You had been waiting for this moment for too long.

Mingi lightly sucked on the tip, flicking his tongue around it. You whined softly, grabbing a handful of his hair when he lowered his mouth on you.

"O-oh god, M-Mingi!" You moaned out when his pace quickened. Mingi took it slow but the slurping noises leaving his mouth nearly made you reach Nirvana.

"F-fuck, just like that, t-that's so good Mingi!"

He made sure your eyes were focussed on him as he took care of your cock, palming your balls and massaging them to increase the stimulation.

His head bobbed up and down your cock quickly as he dug his nails in your thighs. You groaned as you felt the familiar warmth in your lower tummy.

"Mingi, oh God, I swear, I'm gonna cum if you don't sto-- Oh- oh- Oh god, god, yes, c-cumming!"

He pulled off your cock and pumped it quickly in his large hand, making you cum all over his face.

"Gosh," you panted out, "you're insane." Your boyfriend grinned as he swiped some cum off his face. "You're quite delicious, Y/N."

"Now, I'm gonna teach you how to finger me," Mingi said as he layed down on the bed, spreading his legs. Your eyes widened at his casualness. Mingi reached over to his nightstand to grab a bottle of lube.

"Come on, Y/N, I'm not waiting forever," he grinned. "How can I focus with this view?" You defended yourself as you crawled over to him.

Mingi squirts the lube on your fingers and some on his hole, biting his lip at the coldness.

"Okay, you can insert one finger." "Any finger?" Mingi rolled his eyes. "Use your middle finger, idiot." You laughed and carefully inserted your middle finger into his puckering hole.

"Now slowly... Don't go too crazy right away, go easy," Mingi gasped. He folded his legs up to his chest, giving you perfectly easy access.

You slowly moved your fingers in and out of him, deeper and deeper every time. Mingi whined when he felt your long, slender finger reach places he couldn't himself.

"N-now put in a second one, put it in baby," he moaned. You pushed a second finger into Mingi, picking up the pace. You felt a bump inside him and Mingi groaned and twitched at the feeling of you hitting it.

"Right, right there baby, do that again," he moaned. You smirked, gaining confidence and you entered a third finger, fucking him deeply, scissoring him open.

"God, yes, that's it baby, keep doing that!" He moaned out. "Right there, Mingi? Do you like that?" "O-oh I like it, I love it, fuck, oh~"

Your soul nearly projected from your body as Mingi started to moan louder, jerking off his own cock as you fucked him with your fingers.

He stopped when he felt himself get close. He pinned you down on the bed and licked a stripe up your neck with a big smirk. "Gonna ride you now, okay? Gonna bounce on your pretty cock."

Mingi positioned himself above you, sinking down on your length rising back up to bottom out. He repeated this a few times before completely taking your cock, sitting on you, adjusting to the stretch of his hole around your dick.

Your boyfriend started bouncing on your member, sounds of skin clapping together and whiny moans filling the room.

You closed your eyes, groaning at the feeling of Mingi's hole on your cock. "Keep your eyes open, for me. Watch me. Watch me bounce on your cock, look at me."

Looking straight into his eyes, you saw the pleasure taking over. He quickened his pace, cock twitching as it leaked with pre-cum.

He looked just adorable like this, even if he was a tall guy, the way he took your cock in his ass and the way his hands played with his dick made you lose your mind.

"I'm so close! Gonna fucking cum!" Mingi moaned loudly. "M-me too, Me too, baby!" You moaned when he picked up the pace. His hole clenched around your dick, sending you over the edge.

"Yes! Yes, pump your fucking seeds in me!" Mingi moaned as he came over your chest. When he was done he layed down on your chest, face right in his cum as your cum dribbled out of his ass.

"Y-you got it now?"

"Yeah I think I got the hang of it, time for round 2?"

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 16 - A deep conversation

Summary: Deku’s worries float away with Rody’s surprise visit. Literally.

Izuku’s lips get loose after a few pints. (It was one single pint, but don’t tell him I told you that.)

Warnings: mentions of depression, really brief mention of suicide but I swear it’s a cute, fluffy chapter! 😂 also… alcohol. Drink responsibly. Don’t be a Deku.

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“Rody?!” Izuku shrieks, completely dumbfounded.

You can’t help but smile fondly as Rody hugs Izuku and starts muttering death threats into his ears.

“If you ever pull that shit again, I’ll come over on my helicopter and kill you myself, you fucking asshole. You understand, buddy?” Rody mumbles while Pino cries on Izuku’s shoulders, snuggling into his hair. Izuku was right. Rody has the most interesting quirk you’ve ever seen.

“I’m so happy to see you, buddy.” Izuku sniffs because that’s who he is; if an emotion is even a tiny bit stronger than his normal, he cries about it, positive or negative. Rody rolls his eyes, but Pino still cries a river. Honestly, this guy a perfect example of how different humans act in front of of others. It’s mesmerizing. And sad. “I have so much to tell you, oh my god! You know how I got a roommate thanks to Jirou? She’s so pretty and so sweet, Rody, I fell in love with her right away, she’s also a big fan of me and …”

“Izuku, I’m here. I can hear you.” You giggle as Izuku starts to blush aggressively. “Why don’t you have this conversation with him after eating something? You can have a cider or a beer in the garden?”

“What about you?” Izuku gives you his biggest puppy eyes. Rody laughs fondly at your shenanigans.

“Oh boy, you have it bad.”

“Oh boy, he really does.” You giggle to yourself with a slight blush on your face. “I need to finish my commissions, Izu. I’ve been neglecting it in the past few days.” Izuku looks so heartbroken; he’s little libs wobble, his eyes are full of tears and… fuck, you are way too weak against his puppy eyes. “Okay, I’ll leave you two alone for an hour, then I’ll join. But let’s eat first. Rody must be hungry.” You sigh as Izuku attacks you with kisses on your cheeks, because this guy has no shame.

“I guess I don’t need to ask how the rest of the story went.” Rody gives you a knowing smile. Izuku is abssolutely out of it, literally floating around from the happiness. Floating. Like, for real. By the time he makes it into the kitchen he head bumps into the ceiling.

“Wow, are you sure you are not in love with Rody? You haven’t kissed the ceiling before.” You tease your man who only moans, incapable of getting down by himself. “I’ll get the ladder, you keep him away from the window.”

“Yes, sir!” Rody smirks.

You have no idea what’s happening, but one thing is for sure; you haven’t laughed this much in your whole fucking life. You really thought Izuku can not surprise you anymore, but clearly, you have a long way to go before you actually get to know this man. Thank god you have your whole life to get to know him.

~•🥦•~

“So…” Izuku scratches his head awkwardly as he comes back from the bedroom. He decided to call his doctor, just in case. “Apparently, my floating might be the after effect of my meds. The ones I got for my mood.”

“So you got overexcited like those puppies who pee themselves when they see their owner?” Rody chimes in with a smirk on his face. You swear you heard his tummy rumble, but you decide not to mention it yet.

“Basically, yes. I got some meds to lift my mood but I didn’t really need to take them today but I took it out of habit, then… a lot of good things happened and… yeah.”

“Well, at least you didn’t pee yourself.” You tease, tapping the seat next to you with a fond smile. “Come on puppy, Rody is starving.” You giggle as Izuku puts his pretty little bum down on the seat. Rody is so fucking ready to eat it’s actually quite hilarious; you don’t need Pino’s help to know he will devour whatever you put in front of him, even if it tastes like shit (hopefully, it does not.)

Just as expected, Rody jumps on the food right as you pop the serving in from him; you brought a little bowl over for Pino as well, not entirely sure if she eats human food or not, but you definitely did not want her to feel left out. You also brought over some seeds Izuku kept for the birds in his garden, just in case.

“I hope you payed for your ride this time.” Izuku looks at his friend with suspicion. You have no idea why this is the first question that comes out of your boyfriend’s mouth, but there is probably a story behind it.

“Yes and no.” Rody answers honestly and you can see Izuku’s frown deepen at that. “Wait! Jesus, just because I haven’t payed for a bus ride doesn’t mean I’m going to sneak on a fucking plane! That’s actual crime, Izuku!”

“Not paying for a bus ride is also a crime, Rody!” Izuku retorts. At this point, you are just blinking at the two, utterly confused.

“I haven’t payed for the ride itself, because I was the pilot. Your bestie, Katsuki, was nice enough to let me park at your agency’s helipad.” Rody admits. “Some of my friends wanted to visit Japan anyway and as you know, I work at a private jet charter company, so… they chipped in. Every pilot is allowed to use the planes once a year for personal reasons, I usually use mine to take my siblings away from the city but after I heard what happened from Katsuki, I decided to come over.”

So he was worried. That’s so sweet!

“Why didn’t you bring Roro and Lala over?!” Izuku pouts. Rody only laughs at that.

“They have school. They are big enough now to stay alone for a week but I asked my girlfriend to stay over at our house, just in case. They are probably having the time of their lives without me.”

“Your girlfriend?!” Izuku shrieks, almost choking on his soup. You gave him a proper bowl this time because you didn’t want him to feel like a kid in front of his buddy but he still managed to look like one, so all your efforts were in vain.

“Yeah, uhm…” Rody and Pino’s face reddens. “She’s works at the company. Super cute. I had a crush on her since day one. Then we went out drinking together with the guys and uhm… yeah. It’s not too romantic but we haven’t left each other’s side since. Life is great, you know… and I can only thank you for that. You opened my eyes and made me realize I can live a proper life and get money in a respectful way. I wouldn’t be here without you, you know. So thank you. I will bring my siblings over next year. They also want to thank you.”

Needless to say, Izuku cries again. Then he floats. Everyone screams. Thankfully, you manage to grab him before the whole table flips.

~•🥦•~

“Life has been hectic. I don’t… I don’t know what’s going to happen, you know. With my career, I mean. I might lose my spot… hell, I probably will.” Izuku mutters, playing with the condensation on his almost empty glass.

Saying that Izuku is okay now is an overstatement. The last few weeks were terrible. Everything felt empty, like he’s only a shell, an empty vessel with needs and desires, but they all felt so distant, so fake, he had to force himself to actually eat and shower. It was a struggle to keep himself alive, especially in the first week. The pain was excruciating, being unable to move was frustrating the hell out of him and not even the hot bubble bath and the massive amount of medicine could soothe his troubled soul and broken body. He hurt the most important person in his life, daily, he made Sweet Pea cry every night; he could hear it sometimes, barely there but loud enough for him to notice during the sleepless nights. He has so much atoning to do, so much to make up for but he also needs to heal so he can save people again and it’s really hard to find the perfect middle ground. He’s so happy but he’s also not… it’s like he’s in the pink clouds, but with weights pulling his legs down and he needs to work hundred times harder with to stay up there while before it was easy as breathing. Izuku wants to be his old self, he really wants to; he misses his old, silly self, or to be exact, he misses when he didn’t feel dread after every laugh, thinking that be should be out on the field, fighting instead of having fun with his girlfriend. Izuku knows this is something every hero needs to go through at least once; All Might himself told him he also felt the same when he had to retire, this constant guilt and dread every time he dared to feel happy about something. It’s normal but it doesn’t make it easier to endure.

“Does she know?” Rody gives Izuku a sad smile.

“Of course. She also knows I’m genuinely happy when I’m with her, I’m glad we can have some time together, to finally talk about our future and get used to each other properly. We didn’t have time to do that you know.” Izuku sighs. “I could barely be home. All she’s done in the past few weeks was waiting for me to come home and see me for a few hours. I couldn’t ruin that time with talking about deep stuff, but now we can actually… talk. It doesn’t make it that much easier though. I can’t lift this glass with my other hand, you know. I’m aware of it and it’s killing me. I would be completely useless if it’s not for black whip. But then she looks at me like I’m the most perfect human being on this whole planet, her pretty eyes shining and… I almost believe it’s true. That this is temporary and I’ll be back to my old self in a heartbeat. It’s not the truth though. I’ll get my heart broken several times before I make my way back to being a hero… and I’m not ready for it. I’m not ready to give up on being the number one. I worked my ass off for it. I cried blood, I sweat blood, yet here I am, on the verge of loosing everything. It makes me question if it was worth it, leaving my mother alone in that house, leaving Sweet Pea alone for days, weeks, breaking her heart over and over because I couldn’t make it home.” Rody is about to say something but Izuku stops him. Rody stays quiet but he slowly moves the glass of cider away from him, even though it’s already almost empty. “I know I’m being stupid. I know this is all in my head. The vestiges tell me that every day. They were talking to me so much when I was in my deepest, darkest phase. Whispering into my ears, telling me I did well, telling me this is not the end. I know that. I know I’m going to work my ass off again and again to get back where I was, it just sucks that I need to.”

“It’s normal to be frustrated when life isn’t going the way you wanted it to.” Rody mutters. “It suck even more when you loose your path thanks to something you can’t control. I know, I’ve been there.” He sighs. “When I lost everything after my father disappeared and I had to take care of two kids when I was supposed to be enjoying my youth, I was really frustrated. It only got worse once I realized I can’t make any money legally thanks to my age. There was a point when I wanted to end it all because I didn’t see the point in fighting. I felt like every step I make just makes the situation worse. But then I thought about my siblings. I thought about their future and about how I can at least make sure they have a good life. Without me, they would’ve been taken away. That kept me going. Then I met you. This is not the end, Deku. Once you fall deep enough, it’s only up from there. That’s what I want you to remember when the hero ratings are out.”

“You are right. I’m being an idiot. I have a roof above my head, enough money in the bank to cover my absence, I have amazing friends, family and an amazing girlfriend.” Izuku admits. “My friends are amazing heroes who can cover for me. It’s not the end of the world.”

“You are an idiot, yes, but I would question your humanity if you wouldn’t have thoughts like that. You are not a robot. You are doing really good compared to your circumstances, but don’t let that stop you from feeling like shit sometimes. Let the frustration out. Don’t bottle it up. This is your one chance to be a real human being without any consequences. Enjoy it. Heal yourself. Let us help, we are here for you.”

Izuku can’t help the tears, and he doesn’t want to; he lets them out, salty streaks trailing down his cheeks as he cuddles into his friend, body shaking like a leaf.

“I’ll be fine, because you guys are with me.” He cries. He feels weirdly dizzy all of a sudden. Hm. Interesting. “I’ll be fine because I want to have fun with everyone. I want to live my life with no regrets. I’ll do my best so I can welcome Roro and Lala with a smile on my face. I’ll do my best, Rody. I will!”

While Rody is clearly laughing at Izuku’s sudden shenanigans, Pino is bawling together with him so Izuku knows he’s not actually being laughed at.

“Okay, sweetheart, you had way too much drink.” Sweet Pea comes into Izuku’s view, giggling with teary eyes. Did she hear him? Was he yelling?

“I’ll make you happy!” Izuku yells into Y/N’s face, because… well… because he can. “I’ll make you really-really happy! And I’ll marry you! We will have five kids! You hear me?”

“Three kids max, Izu. Now let’s put you to bed.”

“But I don’t wanna!!!!”

“Hm.” Rody snickers to himself. “Only two more to go, you clearly have one kid already.”

“HEY!!!!!!!!”

“Why are you yelling?” Y/N giggles.

“Because I will make you happy! Can we get that dog now? I’ll name him All Bark.” Both of them burst out laughing. Why is he being manhandled right now?! He’s completely fine! He can make his way towards the bedroom himself, thank you very much! Okay, maybe once he started crying the booze went into his head a tiny bit but he’ll get better in no time!

“Okay, sweetie, it’s bed time. Rody’s staying in my room today, you guys can chat some more in the morning! Rody needs to sleep, he had a long ride.”

That’s fair. Izuku can live with that.

“Okay…”

~•🥦•~

Secret Winter Cabin Trip! Sponsored by Rody

Eijirou: Hey everyone! Izuku’s friend from Otheon is in town and would like to invite you all to a special “winter wonderland” trip! It’s a 3 days trip, private plane and private cabins! Make yourselves free if you can!

Shouto: What’s the point if I can’t be the driver?

Eijirou: You can still call names and be in charge!

Amajiki-kun: Why am I here?

Eijirou: Because Izuku likes you and you never come out drinking! You can bring your support animal!

Katsuki: You are here because Eijirou’s been moaning about not seeing you for ages.

Mirio: I’m the support animal! And I’m in!

Iida: Sadly, I can’t make it this time! Send me photos, please!

Mina: Ahh, such a bummer! I also can’t make it 😭

Katsuki: Nah, not coming

Mina: LOL, good joke.

Katsuki: I know

Kyouka: Count me in!

Kaminari: Me and my buddy are coming too!

Shinsou: Well, apparently I’m coming, thanks for asking before you wrote that in the group chat you asshole

Momo: I’m coming! I’ll keep an eye on everyone!

Shouto: Wait… winter cabin? It’s not… winter?

Katsuki: I can’t believe it took 30 minutes for someone to question that part. My friends are fucking idiots.

Kaminari: OMGOMG Bakubro called us friends 😭

Katsuki: That was not the point, second hand Pikachu.

Amajiki-kun: I was too scared to mention that.

Eijirou: Don’t worry about the details. You’ll see! Bring warm clothes!

… Next Chapter!

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↳ Index [Chapter 22 - Inventions]

Warnings: there is so much going on idk where to start, the beginning makes me physically weak, there is death & betrayal & violence, Jimin is being a bitch again lmao, Yoongi deserves a hug, OC is a badass bitch we stan, much stuff is going on, there is a twist ohoho

Wordcount: 14.8k

a/n: *screams*

Yoongi is gone again the next day. You wake before Jungkook, staring at the emptiness between your bodies where once Yoongi rested.

You were so happy last night. You shared a passionate night with your two lovers and it was incredible. You feel flutters in your tummy just thinking about it. You reach out to tug a strand of hair behind Jungkook’s ear. To imagine how far he came from when you first met him. He couldn’t even be in the same room as you and something like passionate, unrestrained sex wasn’t even possible and now you shared a private moment with each other and fucked so goddamn hard. It makes you so happy to think about.

Jungkook opens his eyes, meeting your gaze.

He smiles tiredly and closes his eyes, “morning”, he mumbles into the pillow.

“Morning.”

“Mhhm I’m so lucky”, he whispers.

“Why?”

Jungkook scoots closer and drapes his arms over your back. He presses a kiss to your forehead, staying close like that afterwards.

“Cause I can wake up to the best view.”

Your heart flutters. Giggling, you nudge his waist gently.

“You’re so cute.”

“Mhm”, Jungkook hums, pecking the bridge of your nose, “I had so much fun last night”, he whispers.

“Me too.”

“I’m so lucky, baby”, he leaves little kisses on your forehead as he speaks, “thank you for last night, you made me so happy.”

“No, thank you. My legs are still jello and I’m gonna be sore for days.”

Jungkook chuckles sleepily, inhaling deeply whilst pulling you closer. Like this, you can really feel his muscles tense in his arm and feel his warmth engulf you.

“Yeah same”, he says, “I can’t believe I got fucked like this. I never had a cock up my ass while I was fucking someone. I couldn’t stop cumming.”

“Yeah, me neither. Yoongi’s kinda crazy for doing that to us, isn’t he?”

Jungkook snickers and you do too.

“We can really count ourselves lucky to be with him, can’t we?” he says.

“Yeah, we’re so lucky”, you agree, pulling him closer, “I’m so happy. When I’m with you two, I feel happy and good and like life is easy.”

“I feel the same”, Jungkook kisses your forehead, “can I tell you something?”

“Mhm, of course.”

“I’m gonna fuck you so good from now on. Mh-hm yeah, you’re gonna get that dick twenty four seven, baby.”

“Geez Kookie, don’t say that”, you fluster, “you’re making me shy.”

“Why?” Jungkook snickers.

“Because you’re…” you nudge him, “I don’t know, I just do okay?” you whine, “you’re so hot when you’re flirty, I’m not used to it.”

“No, that’s just how I am”, Jungkook teases and laughs, “I just couldn’t show you yet because I always wanted to eat you and had to stay away.”

You lift your head, locking eyes with him. His cheeks are covered in veins, but he looks in control otherwise.

“What did I sign myself up for, hm?” you tease, tracing the black veins.

Jungkook grins cutely, “I hope that’s good.”

“Mhm, it’s so good.”

“Baby”, Jungkook purrs, chasing your lips, “I wanna kiss you so bad.”

“Yeah? There’re veins on your cheeks.”

“Mhm yeah I know, that’s why I haven’t kissed you yet”, he whispers, “fuck, I gotta train even harder, I wanna kiss you.”

You run your thumb over his lips, making him purr quietly.

“You can do it, I believe in you.”

“Thanks”, Jungkook says and puts a little distance between you and him. You understand why he did it and you aren’t angry. He lets his eyes run over the empty room behind you, “where’s Yoongi?” he asks.

“I don’t know. He was gone when I woke up”, you answer him.

Jungkook shimmies back so he can look at the rest of the room, “you don’t think that he did the…you know?”

You sit up, “no. No, of course not”, you say, shaking your head vigorously.

“You sounded convinced.”

“Don’t say that. God, I feel so bad for telling him.”

“No hey”, Jungkook intertwines his fingers with you and tugs you down into his arms, “it was the right thing to do. He deserved your honesty”, he says, running his fingers up and down the back of your neck. Like this, you can take in his warm scent and the softness of his skin.

“I know, I’m just worried that’s all. I hate seeing him so upset”, you talk against his chest.

“Yeah, me too”, Jungkook squeezes you in reassurance, “should we go downstairs and check if he’s with the others?”

“Yeah, I really want to do that.”

You find the others outside in the garden. The air smells of lavender and food. The origins of said scents were easy to spot. The sun is shining onto the lavender beds while on the dinner table, bowls of freshly cooked pasta are standing. 

Seokjin and Emma are both enjoying a serving, as is Hoseok. The latter is chatting with Sophie – one of the witches. Meredith said that she and a few others joined her coven in the sixties – when you sit down by the table. Taehyung is with them as well. And Jimin. They are sunbathing on the lounge chairs. Both are in nothing but swimming trunks and sunglasses. You feel relief wash over you at the sight of Jimin. So Yoongi didn’t go completely berserk on him. Yet.

“Good morning”, you greet them and one by one, they turn their heads to you.

“More like good lunch”, Seokjin jokes, “it’s already five past one.”

“Wow really? Gosh, we didn’t even notice the time.”

“Crazy night, huh?” Hoseok teases.

“Yeah, one could say that. It got pretty late”, Jungkook says and snickers boyishly. 

You fluster because of it, feeling your cheeks heat up. You didn’t expect him to expose your little secret, but you don’t mind. It feels nice to be so open and official about your relationship. 

“Wah our Jungkookie, you’re such a player”, Seokjin teases to which the younger vampire rolls his eyes.

“No, I’m not hyung. I just had fun with my girlfriend”, Jungkook throws back, sending even more heat to your cheeks. Confidence suits him.

Seokjin and Emma chuckle fondly, while Hoseok coos and wiggles his brows. 

Taehyung studies you from head to toe throughout the entire scene, tonguing his cheek in annoyance. He looks at Jungkook’s hand caressing your lower back. His eyes gleam in jealousy for just a second. He looks back at your face. Your gazes meet.

“A fucking joke”, he mumbles and turns his head away.

Jimin ignores you completely, fuelling the fire of annoyance by reaching out and caressing Taehyung’s cheek.

You look away, turning your attention to the people who actually seem happy about your company.

“Have you been awake for a while?” you ask them.

“Yeah, I think since seven? Right guys?” Hoseok says.

“Yes, since seven. We were already at the market with Dragana”, Emma says.

“Really? That sounds like fun”, you say.

“It was fun. That’s where we got the pasta for today’s lunch. You should try it. Dragana and I cooked it”, Hoseok says. He has been getting along with the dark-haired witch rather splendidly. You even caught them whispering to each other on more occasion than one and just two nights ago, you ran in on them chatting in the library over some tea. Hoseok seems happier, even happier than usual and whenever she is close to him, he seems to smile even brighter. Even today, they seem to almost want to stick together. There is nothing but two fingers width between their arms and Dragana has been looking at his lips the entire time he was talking. It’s cute.

“Well, then it can only be good”, you say.

“It’s so good”, Sophie says, “now sit you two before it gets cold”, she offers you and Jungkook the chairs next to her.

You gladly take her up on her offer, thanking her for the glass of wine she prepares each of you. You thank Hoseok for the pasta and then dig in.

“Wow, you weren’t lying. This is incredible”, you gush and by your side, Jungkook frowns and nods his head vigorously as he enjoys the food.

“Thanks”, Hoseok says, turning to Dragana to exchange a look. They keep staring at each other for just one second too long. Truly it’s so cute.

“Do you guys know where Yoongi is?” you ask no one in particular.

“No sorry, I thought that he was with you”, Seokjin says, shaking his head.

“I saw him leave when we left for the market”, Emma says, “but I thought that he already returned, has he not?”

You and Jungkook exchange a wary look.

“Not that I know of. Oh god, what if something happened to him?”

“Yeah sure”, Jimin throws in and scoffs, “one can dream.”

You hate that Taehyung snickers because of it. He shouldn’t snicker. Not him.

“Shut up, you bitch”, Jungkook seems less constrained in his annoyance, spitting the hateful words at both Jimin and Taehyung.

“Wow, now that hurt”, Jimin says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“Oh you wanna go, you-” Jungkook growls only to get interrupted by Seokjin.

“Yoongi! Hey”, he calls out, forcing Jungkook to drop back into his chair and for your heads to turn.

Yoongi is strutting to the table, wearing black from head to toe and with his hair still wet.

“What’s with the hair? Are you trying a new look today?” Hoseok asks.

“I washed it. It got dirty”, Yoongi answers him dryly. You all know what he was insinuating. That the reason why Emma watched him disappear into dusk was because he went out to hunt and that somewhere along that hunt, it escalated to the point where even his hair got dirty. Which is rarely something that happens with Yoongi. Only you and Jungkook understand the exact meaning of this fact. His hunt wasn’t of hungry nature, he was still angry.

“Wow hyung, I can’t believe you got dirty. That’s what you get from waking up so early, it makes you sloppy”, Hoseok jokes and for just a second you and Jungkook clutch each other’s hand under the table in fear that this would tick off Yoongi.

“Yeah”, Yoongi says and scoffs, acknowledging his stupid joke that way. He places his hands on your and Jungkook’s shoulders, giving both of you a good squeeze, “did you two sleep well?” he asks you.

“We did. But what about you, are you okay?” you ask him, looking at him with worried eyes.

Yoongi sneaks a glance at Jimin, “don’t worry about me, I can handle myself.”

“I know that, love. But you know me”, you take his hand, “I’m such a worried idiot.”

Yoongi pinches your chin softly, “I know.”

Taehyung, who watched the whole scene unfold and had to come to realise that you and Yoongi already made up again, rolls his eyes as far as possible.

“Jimin, can we go?” he asks the obsidian haired vampire as loudly as possible, standing up from the chair rather aggressively.

“Of course, I’m so ready to get out of here”, Jimin says, standing up with an almost taunting arch of his back, “it smells like control freak in here all of a sudden”, he adds, locking eyes with Yoongi. 

Yoongi’s fingers tighten just slightly on your shoulder.

“Yoongi knows that you forced me, Jimin. I’d shut your mouth if I were you”, you say, putting boredom into your voice because you know it would annoy him. 

You lock eyes with Taehyung, hoping that the iciness in them lets him know that you were just as pissed at him than Jimin. He seems completely taken aback and confused.

Yoongi lets out a deep growl, the kind which is just so obviously supernatural. This was a warning.

Jimin flusters even if he doesn’t show it. He does break eye contact with Yoongi however, visibly shimmying behind Taehyung. 

“Move”, he hisses at him, pushing him rather harshly. 

Taehyung stumbles, widened eyes locked on your face for as long as possible.

“___ can we-” tries to ask you, only to be shoved by Jimin again, “Jimin, what are you doing? Hey, you’re hurting me, stop pushing me.”

It aches to see him get pushed away like that, but in the end you have to let it happen. The situation is already messed up enough, you don’t want to make it worse by speaking up again. 

They soon disappear from the garden. 

Yoongi slides his hands from your shoulders, finally claiming the chair beside you.

“So you know”, Seokjin says. 

Yoongi nods his head, frowning.

“How isn’t he already plant fertilizer?”

“___ doesn’t want me to kill him.”

“Ah”, Seokjin looks at you, “I see.”

“Where are they off to either way?” 

“The town. Jimin wants clothes”, Hoseok answers you. 

Yoongi sighs loudly, fingers coming up to massage the bridge of his nose. 

“Seriously can I please murder him?” he says, eyes squeezed shut, “he is irritating me so much.”

“I relate”, Seokjin agrees. 

“No”, you say, “stop wanting to murder people.”

Yoongi groans, “I just wanna do it a little. Just break his neck once.”

“You bloodsuckers and your need for violence”, Sophie throws in, “have you not learned better, Min Yoongi?”

“I have learned better, witch”, Yoongi hisses, “but Jimin had the audacity to hurt ___”, he spits, placing his hand at the back of your head most tenderly, “nobody hurts my ___ and gets to tell the tale.”

Sophie rolls her eyes, “you truly have a liking for the dramatics. She seems fine to me.”

“Don’t test me”, Yoongi hisses before convulsing in what looks like pain, “a-ah”, he croaks, hands falling to his temples.

“Yoongi? My beloved, what’s happening?” 

“I’m making the blood in his brain boil”, Sophie answers nonchalantly.

“What? Stop that!”

“Okay”, Sophie says, clicking her fingers. 

Yoongi wheezes for air, lifting his head to reveal his glassy eyes. They are now lowering in anger, focused on the witch.

“You’re in our house now, Min Yoongi. Your threads are useless.”

“You’re fucked up”, you say, “you can’t just do that to him”, you spit, cupping his face, “my love, are you okay?”

“I’m fine”, he says, caressing your wrists, “I wasn’t trying anything, Sophie. I’m not the one who will act up, I’m telling you.”

“Oh I know. I hope he does”, she stands up with a smirk, “at least that will give me an excuse to finally pay him back for 1956.”

“What happened in 1956?”

“He broke my heart, dear”, she answers Jungkook, leaving the table afterwards to disappear somewhere in the garden. 

The mood is awkward and confused. While you and Jungkook are busy checking up on Yoongi, Seokjin and Emma are busy exchanging a confused look. Hoseok is the one speaking up. 

“Not to be dramatic or anything, but am I the only one being fed up with our breakfasts always ending in some sort of violence?”

“No, I’m tired too”, Jungkook says, “I miss our place. Can you remember all the mornings we had, guys?”

“Mhm yeah”, Hoseok sighs, “they were good mornings.”

“If you want them so bad, piss off”, Yoongi hisses, earning himself offended looks by everyone.

“Yoongi, don’t say that”, you whisper. 

“Yeah seriously, we’re on your side”, Seokjin says.

“Whatever I’m”, he sighs in defeat, “I’m sorry. I know”, he says quietly, “I’m tired of it too. I’m sorry that it’s taking me so fucking long to find this bastard.”

“Us”, Seokjin says, “we’re a team. It’s not just you.”

Yoongi lifts his gaze, looking at Seokjin in surprised awe. 

Seokjin gives him a warm smile, flustering him. 

“Whatever”, he mumbles, touching the side of his neck, “eat, you need the strength”, he says, gesturing at the food.

“You should eat too, the bread’s delicious.”

“I already ate, thanks.”

“We know”, Hoseok says, “the forest’s okay though, isn’t it? Or did you rage kill every deer?”

Yoongi studies his features with a pursed lip. He clicks his tongue, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“You woke up a jokester today, didn’t you?” he grumbles, making Hoseok snicker.

“Just trying to lighten the mood.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi acknowledges him before pushing the chair out to get to his feet instead.

“Where are you going?” 

“Meredith, we have a lot of work to do and I wasted enough time already”, he says, leaving the table after giving you and Jungkook a soft kiss on the cheek.

“So Yoongi knows”, Seokjin says once he disappeared from sight.

“I told him last night after we talked it out.”

“I was wondering if you guys did. He seems glued to you again”, Seokjin sneaks a glance at Jungkook, “and Kook for that matter.”

“I helped them”, Jungkook says proudly, “I told them that I was hurt in the attic and that they needed to come get me, but it was just a scheme to get them to talk. I locked them in there and only opened the door once they talked it out.”

“You should have heard him act, I was so worried for him. His voice was all weak and frail”, you say.

Jungkook snickers, nodding his head proudly, “I’m a natural, what can I say.”

“Wah Kookie you’re such a sneaky mastermind”, Seokjin says, reaching over the table to slap Jungkook’s arm brotherly.

“I know, right?” Jungkook agrees, grinning cockily.

“You’re such a sneaky brat”, you say, rolling your eyes fondly, before chuckling.

“But what does he say? Did you really have to convince him not to kill Jimin?” Hoseok asks.

“I guess? He was really angry last night.”

“Understandable. I’m angry too”, Seokjin throws in to which Emma and Hoseok nod their heads, “real talk though, can’t we tell Jimin to piss off? Ever since this idiot is back everything has gone downhill. You and Taehyung are fighting all the time. Jungkook got broken up with. Yoongi’s mad and quite frankly, we’re pissed too. He’s only ruining the peace we had.”

“Yeah totally”, Hoseok agrees, “even now he had to throw in his stupid comments. Why is he always trying to start something? I bet he’s the reason why our breakfasts always escalate.”

“See? He gets me”, Seokjin points at Hoseok with his thumb and a flick of his wrist, “we should throw him out, send him back to where he came from. Which was a crusty butthole, fyi.”

“As much as I want to agree with you, I don’t think Taehyung would”, you say.

“Yeah well, I never really liked him either way”, Seokjin murmurs, earning himself a roll of your eyes.

“Well I do and I don’t want to push him away just because he’s friends with a dick.”

“They do say that the friends you keep close reflect on who you truly are.”

“I don’t think it does, otherwise I’d be an idiot.”

“Yah!” Seokjin gasps, making you snicker, “you take that back, young lady.”

“Never”, you joke, laughing because of the faux offended face Seokjin makes.

And soon the others join in too, laughing for the sake of laughing because you hadn’t done so in too long.

You spend the day with Sanguis, catching up on your language lessons in order to be able to read the books of old. Seokjin and Emma wanted to do something fun like play board games or go for a walk on the beach, but you insisted that it was safer to stay here and study. They agreed to it groggily. You also visited Yoongi in the shed come the later afternoon hours. He was working hard with his sleeves rolled up when you visited. Meredith and the other witches were with him. Jelena is close to him again, looking at his hands.

“I’m bringing snacks”, you announce yourself, making the witches turn around.

Yoongi turns, studying you from head to toe.

“Oh ___!” Jelena calls out and smiles, “you’re an angel, we were already starving.”

“That’s good. Hobi and I made you sandwiches”, you tell them, setting down the silver platter on their working table.

The witches gather around you, each snatching a neatly done sandwich to snack on.

“Oh this is so good.”

“So yummy.”

“I love tomatoes so much.”

They chatter, eating happily.

You abandon them in order to get to Yoongi. He is on his knees, working hard to fix the side plate of the device.

“I see that you are working hard”, you say, running your fingers through his hair.

He lifts his head.

“Mhm”, he hums, nodding it.

You squat down next to him, now caressing the back of his neck.

“How far is the device already?”

“Almost done.”

“Well that’s good to hear. I’m proud of you, my prince.”

Yoongi looks at the device instantly, nodding his head.

“Mhm”, he hums, trying and failing to not let it show that your praise flustered him.

He fixes the position of a screw while you play with his soft baby hair at the nape of his neck.

“Are Taehyung and the ass back from shopping already?” he asks you.

“No, they’re not. I texted Tae, but no answer as of yet.”

“I hope he gets hit by a car.”

“Yoongi”, you gasp, dropping your hand.

“Jimin. Not Tae.”

“Yeah well, whatever. You’re saying the silliest stuff”, you murmur, nudging his arm.

“Mhm”, he acknowledges you, “can you hand me the screwdriver?”

You look at it resting by your feet, picking it up and placing it into Yoongi’s open palm.

“Thanks.”

“You’re looking so professional in what you’re doing.”

“He does, doesn’t he?” Meredith says, making you turn your head.

She already finished her sandwich. Jelena is by her side as well, looking at Yoongi.

“He’s such a big help. I don’t think we could have done it without him”, Meredith says.

You stand up, “he is?”

“Of course, Min Yoongi here knows so much”, she says, nudging his back with her foot, “don’t you?”

“Mhm.”

“He taught me most of my magic back in the days when I started out”, Jelena says.

“He did?” you ask, sneaking a glance down at him.

“Of course. He was the strictest teacher. Weren’t you, Yoongi?” she says and gives his butt a little stub with her foot.

He stands up instantly, sending her one of his looks.

“I was trying to teach you. You were a reckless girl. It wasn’t my fault that I had to discipline you.”

Jelena laughs mischievously, Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“How can I understand that?” you ask.

“Doesn’t matter”, Yoongi dismisses you, squatting back down, “it’s in the past either way.”

You huff out air, giving him a little pout even if he can’t see it.

“Yeah, sadly it is”, Jelena teases and giggles, “gosh, either way”, she dismisses the situation, “I have to leave now. I’m meeting up with Hale in town, he finished his research. I’ll be back by dinner. Doodaloo.”

“See you”, you murmur.

“I think you’ve made your girl jealous, Yoongi dear”, Meredith teases, nudging your arm.

Yoongi looks over his shoulder, “it’s in the past. She knows that it is”, he says dryly, locking eyes with you for just a second.

“Yeah totally”, you say, “you’re being weird Meredith, I’m leaving”, you say, making her laugh.

“You know that I’m just teasing, don’t you?”

“Of course, but I still have very important business to take care of.”

“Gosh, you are adorable, dear”, Meredith laughs, watching you with fond eyes as you leave the shed with burning cheeks and the empty tray under your arm.

Yoongi shifts his eyes from you to Meredith once you are out of sight.

“Don’t stick your fingers into my private life, Meredith”, he warns.

“Your private life? Oh come now, Yoongi”, she laughs, lowering herself next to him, “loosen up, we’re all friends here. ___ knows I was just teasing.”

“We’re not friends.”

She rolls her eyes, “of course we aren’t. The last two hundred years of contact state so clearly. How dare I say something differently.”

“Tch, just hand me the rubies will you?”

Taehyung and Jimin return in the evening. You were in the sitting room when they strut past you. Well, Jimin does. Taehyung just kind of follows behind with all of the bags in his hands.

“You’re back”, you say, studying Taehyung, “why are you so packed?”

“He offered to carry my bags”, Jimin says matter of factly.

“Ah”, you cock your eyebrow up, “did he?”

“Of course he did. Am I right, Taehyung?”

Taehyung fixes the position of the bags, “of course. They aren’t heavy to me.”

“Aha.”

“Where are the others?” Jimin asks, looking around the room.

“The boys and Emma are helping Suzy make dinner and Yoongi’s still with Meredith fixing up the device.”

“I see. And you? What are you doing?”

“Studying”, you sneak a glance at Taehyung, “and worrying about Tae. How are you, darling?”

“Uhm”, he flusters, “what?”

“I haven’t seen you all day and we haven’t talked in days, so I was wondering”, you give him a shy smile, “maybe we could chat a little after dinner.”

“Do you actually mean that?” Taehyung asks, sounding hopeful.

“Of course I do.”

“I would love-”

“We’re busy after dinner actually. We want to go out”, Jimin interrupts him, “you can gladly join us. That is if your captor allows you to leave his side. You know, now that you aren’t allowed to be our blood bag anymore”, he mocks Yoongi’s voice as he speaks.

You frown at him, “I sometimes wonder if all the rudeness in the world is stored in you”, you say, “show a little empathy before I run out of mine and punch you in the throat.”

Jimin snorts and laughs, “good one. Either way”, he snaps his finger, “come Taehyung. I want to try on my clothes”, he says and struts off.

Taehyung lingers by your side, studying you with weary yet hopeful eyes.

“You could just drop those bags and join me in my studies”, you offer him, “I miss studying with you.”

Taehyung nods his head, taking a step closer to you.

“Yeah? Oh darling, that makes me happy to hear. Come here”, you say, welcoming him with open arms.

Taehyung drops the bags and hurries to you.

“Taehyung!” Jimin yells from upstairs.

He flinches and stops.

“Are you coming or not?”

“You don’t have to, you know?” you tell him, “he can very well carry his own bags.”

“I’ll just bring the bags upstairs, I’m already at it”, Taehyung says, inching back to the bags.

“Tae, darling”, you say, sagging your shoulders.

“I’ll be back soon. I promise”, he says and with that, grabs the bags and disappears upstairs.

He won’t come back again and you are destined to study alone until dinner is served.

The food fills the dining room with a mouth watering smell. Most of the witches, safe for Jelena who was still out and Suzy who is getting more wine, have already gathered. Hoseok and Jungkook are chatting with two of them as they pour wine into everybody’s cups. Meredith is talking to Yoongi. The latter turns away from her when he notices you enter the room.

He gets to his feet, pulling out the chair next to him.

You hurry to him quickly, allowing him to help with the chair once you sat down.

“Thank you”, you tell him.

“Mhm yeah”, he says, studying your face.

“You did your hair”, you say, touching the soft curls framing his face.

“I looked messy”, he answers you, moving his head away for the sole reason of being embarrassed by public skinship.

“I love how you did it, you’re so handsome like this.”

“Mhm”, he nods his head and then turns to Meredith, picking up the conversation again.

You would have joined them, hadn’t Taehyung and Jimin entered the dining room. They are dressed in clothes which let you know that somehow, Jimin managed to convince Taehyung to actually go out after dinner. They sit down opposite you and Yoongi.

And while Yoongi willingly ignores them just to spite Jimin, you can’t take your eyes off of Taehyung.

“I missed you during studying”, you tell him.

“He was busy”, Jimin throws in.

“I wasn’t talking to you, you walnut. Taehyung can speak for himself.”

Jimin scoffs, swallowing down the snarky remark for now. Not because he wanted to, but because he felt Yoongi’s deathly glare on him. He leans back in his chair and turns to his left to instead chat with Dragana about the fabric of his shirt.

You send him one last dark look then avert your eyes to Taehyung.

“You look very handsome”, you tell him, “I love the way you did your eyes.”

“Thank you”, he says quietly.

“Are you really planning on going out later?”

He nods his head slowly.

“Well, that’s a shame. I thought that maybe we could play some card games together. Hobi asked if we wanted to join.”

Taehyung’s eyes fill with sad longing, running over your face.

“I like card games”, he says in a small voice.

“Yeah?” you reach over the table, placing your hand over his’, “you can join us if you want to. We’re still one player short.”

Taehyung nods his head as carefully as possible.

“Yeah? Oh, that’s great to hear.”

“He isn’t going”, Jimin throws in, “right Taetae? You promised me to go out later.”

“But card games sound fun”, Taehyung answers him quietly, looking oh so sad.

“What are you? A bore or something?”

Taehyung lowers his head sadly.

“As I tho-”

“Let off of him, Jimin”, Yoongi interrupts him. He watched the whole ordeal long enough to want to speak up.

“Why are you talking?” Jimin throws back.

“Because you’re acting like a controlling cunt. Let Taehyung play card games with the others if that’s what he wants. He is very capable of thinking for himself and you don’t own him.”

Jimin tenses his jaw, while Taehyung stares at Yoongi with his eyes widened in shock. He defended him. Yoongi stood up for him. He was on his side.

Yoongi lets his eyes flit to Taehyung. The latter gives him the smallest and shiest smile ever. One which Yoongi barely even retorts, breaking the eye contact as quickly as he started it.

Taehyung looks into your eyes.

“I want to stay for card games”, he tells you with his voice louder than before.

“That is so great to hear. I’m sure that we will have lots of fun”, you say, ignoring the way Jimin lowers his eyes in pure anger.

Seconds later and Emma announces that dinner has officially been served. Everyone, safe for Yoongi and Jimin, takes a portion of the delicious smelling meal. He adheres to his glass of red wine, sipping on it throughout dinner. Jimin stays silent for most of it, but one could sense that he was considering whether or not to ram his fork through Yoongi’s skull.

Dinner is delicious. Like always, Seokjin and Emma managed to create the most flavourful meal in existence. The sweet wine the witches produce in their winery compliments the food, elevating its exquisite tastes. Everyone loves it. Especially Jungkook who seems to be especially hungry for human food tonight. He frowns throughout dinner – a clear sign that he loved the food – while making high-pitched sounds of approval and nodding his head vigorously. You offered Yoongi a little bite too, but he dismissed you with a little pinch to your cheek and a soft “thanks, my love.” Taehyung seems to be enjoying himself too, now that the feeling of having no one to back him was gone, he really started to become himself again. He and Hoseok were lost in deep conversation the entire starter and main course, talking about the most random topics before landing on their shared interest of music. Yoongi joined the conversation then, giving his occasional commentary and throwing in his random, obscure music trivia fact which impressed you and the others greatly.

Seokjin and Emma clear the table with the help of Dragana and two other witches once the main course was finished, disappearing back in the kitchen with promise of dessert soon.

“I’ll see where Suzy is off to. I want more wine”, Lela excused herself as well, leaving the dining room whilst snacking on a sweet grape.

“Now Meredith”, you say, looking past Yoongi at the witch, “how far is the device? Were you able to finish it?”

“We were, yes”, she answers you, “Yoongi was of great help. I don’t think that we would have been able to finish it today without him.”

Yoongi acts as if he couldn’t hear her, sipping on his wine nonchalantly.

“That’s great”, you say, caressing the back of his neck to let him know that you were proud of him, “and how exactly is this device going to work now?”

“It’s rather simple actually. To activate it, you have to fill it with the blood of the person with the greatest grudge against Namjoon and through magic, the blood will active the power of the gemstones in the heart of the device.”

“And what will those gemstones do?”

“They will send out a frequency which will act like sort of a paralysing factor. If it reaches Namjoon, he won’t be able to move for as long as the device is glowing and in this time, Yoongi will capture him using some of my binding shackles.”

“That sounds like a good plan. Whose blood are you going to use?”

“Mine”, Yoongi answers you.

“Yours?”

“Mhm”, Yoongi studies your face, “if somebody has to make sure he gets put down, it’s gonna be me. Besides, we only have one try, we can’t risk using the wrong blood.”

“One try? Why? What will happen if you fail?”

“Namjoon will flee and the device will be broken. I have to make sure that it works.”

“I’m sure it will. You’re always so resourceful, I’m sure this plan will be successful”, you assure him.

“I hope it will be. I can’t risk it failing”, he looks at you, eyes lingering on your lips, “I want you to be able to go home.”

“Gosh Yoongs, you’re so sweet”, you say with a fluttering heart. You reach out, cupping his cheek, “and if it fails, we’ll just look at one more city together. We’re a team, yeah?”

“Mhm yeah”, Yoongi says, leaning into your touch.

“Tzt laughable”, Jimin murmurs.

You send him a deathly glare. Yoongi frowns at him.

“Excuse me?” you say.

“Jimin, please be quiet”, Taehyung whispers.

“It’s not like you actually love her“, Jimin ignores him however. 

“What?” Yoongi hisses.

“What the fuck?” you gasp, hand slipping to the back of Yoongi’s neck in a protective manner.

“You have no concept of love. How could you when you didn’t feel a thing for thousands of years and hid away like a coward for half your life?”

“Yo dude, tone down your attitude. We’re having a nice dinner right now. Besides, Yoongi’s the only one here who actually knows how to defeat Namjoon and he’s doing a great job at that”, Hoseok throws in with anger on his face.

“Yeah seriously, chill out for once”, Jungkook hisses.

“As if he isn’t doing that all for himself”, Jimin scoffs, “spoiler alert, Min Yoongi. One good deed is not going to erase the fact that you killed thousands in your past.”

“Why are you saying that?” Yoongi says, trying and failing to keep his voice from trembling, “I didn’t even do anything right now. All I want to do is to make the world a safer place. Why are you always like that?”

“Oh? You have to ask?” Jimin throws back, hellbent on getting his revenge for Yoongi and you convincing Taehyung to stay back.

“Please be quiet, Jimin”, Taehyung begs, getting dismissed with a flick of Jimin’s wrist.

“Yeah, fucking shut your mouth”, you spit, squeezing Yoongi’s neck in an angry massage.

“You barely even know how to be human and you want to tell the rest of us how to behave. Look at yourself first and actually learn how to handle your emotions or are you too much of a monster for that, mhm?” Jimin spits.

Yoongi falls back in his chair, eyes showing how deeply hurt he was because of his words.

“Be quiet!” you bark.

“Leave him alone or I’ll kill you!” Jungkook yells with ruby eyes.

“Be honest, you don’t love her. You-”, Jimin continues.

“Shut up, you fuck!” you interrupt him, but Jimin doesn’t care.

“You’re nothing but a greedy Glutton having found your obsession with her. Those aren’t real feelings, you’re just being a fucked-up Glutton.”

“I’m going to kill you“, Yoongi roars, jumping up from the seat to launch himself at Jimin. 

He doesn’t get far and strong magic flings him against a wall, knocking the air out of him. 

“My love!” you exclaim.

Yoongi is on his feet in an instant, bleeding out of his cheek now that he has a big shard of a shattered picture frame casually stuck in his flesh. He rips it out and drops it, eyes focusing on Sophie. 

“What the hell?” he says, wound closing up quickly.

“No violence in my home. Do you hear me, Min Yoongi?” she says calmly. 

“So I can’t even fucking defend myself? Did you hear what he said to me? I just gotta sit there and take it?” Yoongi spits, pointing at his own chest with his eyes widened in shocked anger.

Sophie shrugs her shoulders, earning herself the most poisonous look from Meredith.

Jimin snickers, only fuelling the anger in Yoongi’s chest. 

“Shut the fuck up!” he barks, “stop laughing you ugly bastard!” 

“Oh, I’m sorry but this hilarious. What’s wrong, Min Yoongi? Are you embarrassed that you got called out? Mhm? Control your emotions, will you?”

“Princess, please”, Yoongi looks at you with pitch black eyes, “please, can I kill him? I’m fucking begging you.” Yoongi suddenly hisses, face contorting in pain. “Ah, shit”, he groans, hands falling to his temples.

“Control your temper, old friend”, Sophie warns. 

“Sophie, stop that before I put you down”, Meredith warns.

“Stop that, please!” you beg.

“Yoongi hasn’t done anything wrong!” Jungkook pleads.

“No, no, continue this is hilarious”, Jimin cackles.

“Please everyone just stop”, Taehyung wails.

“Jesus fuck, you’ve got issues Jimin. Serious issues”, Hoseok murmurs.

“Are you behaving?” Sophie challenges.

“Sophie! Cut the bullshit!” Meredith yells and with a flick of her wrists stops Sophie’s magic.

Yoongi shoots up with a gasp, sending Sophie a dark gaze before his eyes fall to a cackling Jimin.

He storms to the table, slamming his hands on it.

“What’s your fucking problem?” he spits, “why do you wanna ruin everything I build?”

“You have to ask?!”

“Yes! Yes I gotta fucking ask!”

Jimin jumps up, slamming his hands on the table, “because you never helped me! You let Namjoon hurt me to the point where I took days to heal! You let him ruin my life, so why should I sit idly by and watch you find happiness when you allowed him to ruin mine?” Jimin screams, “why did you never help me? Why did you let him hurt me so much? Why?”

Jimin stares, inhales loudly and presses out a sob. His face contorts in tears. The room is silent as everyone stares. 

“Why was I never good enough for your help? I know I’m not perfect, but why did I have to suffer so much? Why?”

Yoongi is panting and slowly but surely his once angry features morph into surprise.

“That’s it? That’s why you’ve been acting like such a fucking bastard all this time? Because you wanted revenge?” Yoongi says, staring at Jimin with widened eyes. 

“Did I stutter? You heard me clearly!” Jimin hisses, dripping tears even if his face contorts in anger. 

“Jimin”, Yoongi begins, “for the longest time I had no idea what Namjoon was doing to you.”

“Liar! You just didn’t care!”

“I care now!” Yoongi screams and slams his hand on the table, “yes, you’re right, there was a time where I couldn’t give two shits about what Namjoon did and I’ll regret this for all eternity. And I’m sorry”, Yoongi grips the edge of the table to the point where his pale knuckles turn bright white, “I’m so fucking sorry that I didn’t care for such a long time and that this meant you had to live in hell, but I care now and I’m trying to make up for it by taking action and making sure you guys are safe. I can’t change the past, but I can make sure the future is good. Fuck’s sake you bastard, I could have killed you a dozen times already and yet I didn’t. I didn’t because I want you to find peace. Do you hear me?”

Yoongi slams his hand on the table again just to make a statement.

“I want to make the world a better place for you too. I want you to heal and to feel safe in being yourself. I do all this work for you too! So for fuck’s sake, stop working against me!”

The room is silent. The air is so tense one could cut it with a knife. Yoongi really just said that. 

“Hyung”, Taehyung whispers. 

Yoongi studies his features, looks at Jimin and clenches his jaw. Their gazes barely meet. A deep inhale. He pushes himself off the table. 

“Fuck”, he exhales and turns to storm out of the room. 

Silence. One second. Two. Eyes flit to Jimin. He looks honestly and truly surprised, blinking his tears away before his eyes darken in anger (you were all aware that this was pretend to hide his real emotions). 

“Stop staring, you cunts”, Jimin hisses and runs out of the room. 

“Mimi wait!” Taehyung calls after him, “excuse me for a moment”, he addresses all of you then turns to leave, “Jiminie wait! Talk to me! Wait!” he calls out as he leaves in search for Jimin.

The door closes. You are all alone, exchanging flabbergasted looks.

“What the actual hell was that?” Hoseok says what you are all thinking. 

“Did that actually just happen?” Jungkook asks. 

“Uhh, what is going on? We’re out for two minutes and everything escalates”, Seokjin says, holding a huge plate of sweet milk cakes.

“Oh dear, what happened? Where’s everyone?” Emma gasps, entering the room seconds later with a tray of chocolate pudding.

“Bro, I can’t. The craziest shit just happened ”, Hoseok answers them. 

“Okay? What?”

You stop listening, storming out of the room to look for Yoongi. Judging by the roar of anger coming from the attic, followed by the shattering of something, he must be upstairs.

A shelf filled with heavy book drops right in front of you the moment you set foot into the attic. 

“Geez”, you squeak, jumping back at the last moment.

A growl reaches your ear, your eyes meet a shadowy figure staring at you from the darkness. He is carrying a chair but drops it when he finally takes in your presence.

“Yoongi hey, it’s me”, you take a little step closer.

Yoongi growls deeply, carrying his truest face. Hidden slightly in the shadows, he truly looks like a figure of nightmares. But you aren’t scared, not one bit. You are just so incredibly worried. 

“Hey love, I’m here.”

“Leave”, Yoongi speaks with two voices, one so sweetly familiar to you and one laced with demonic anger. 

You shake your head, stepping over the ruined bookshelf. 

He watches you, frozen on the spot and with his shoulders heaving up and down quickly. 

“Leave”, he stresses.

“No, I won’t. Somebody’s gotta make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

“Leave me alone!” he screams, but you shake your head. 

“How are you doing?”

“I hate him! That’s how I’m doing”, Yoongi’s voice is raised in anger “I hate him so much.”

“He was just trying to provoke a reaction from you”, you say.

“Then he should pick something else!” he yells, kicking a book across the room, “not my emotions!”

“I know love, I know. But he knows that he can get you like this, I’m sure that’s why he always does that shit.”

“He doesn’t even understand me! Doesn’t he get it? I spent half of my life forcing myself to rot and the rest of it wanting to fucking die. A-and now I just want to make the world better! Why can’t he let me be?!”

Yoongi kicks another book.

“All I’ve been feeling, all my fucking life, was pain until you came”, Yoongi stops abruptly, inhaling shakily, “a-and he dares to question my feelings for you? He dares to say that, that i-it’s not real? That, t-that it’s only because I’m a-”, Yoongi stops talking, throwing his hand over his own mouth even if it is hard in his current state. 

“I know my prince, I know how betrayed and angry you feel, I feel the same”, you say, inching closer. 

“Stay where you are”, he warns, stumbling back.

But you don’t listen. 

“Please don’t come any closer”, he begs hiding away in the shadows.

But you reach for him. He flinches, but doesn’t fight you off. 

You cup his cheeks, eyes racing over his features.

“Don’t touch me, look away”, he chokes out, trying and failing to pull his head away, to hide his features, to become normal again.

“I love you”, you say, tracing the features which brought him so much misery in his life. And you do it with unyielding adoration.

Yoongi blinks, mouth slowly morphing back into his normal mouth. You smile, tracing his lips.

“I love you, Min Yoongi”, you repeat, caressing his cheeks.

The obsidian veins disappear from his skin as if your touch was magic. And to Yoongi it was. The only magic able to bring back harmony to his loud mind. 

“I love you”, you whisper, stepping closer just so you can kiss his lips. 

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut, cupping your cheeks with shaking fingers. 

When you pull back and his eyes flutter open again, nothing but the endless depth of his dark brown eyes stare back at you. 

You smile, tracing the sensitive skin right underneath them.

“How are you?” you ask him.

Yoongi’s eyes race between yours, his fingers grasp your face.

“I love you”, he chokes out, “I love you with all my heart and every fucking inch of my soul. It’s not because I’m a-”, his lips tremble, “you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Yoongi I do. I wouldn’t mind if you’re a little obsessed with me, though. Quite frankly, I hope you are.”

He laughs, spilling tears. You wipe them away, smiling with him.

“I am”, he says, nodding his head. 

“Good. Because I’m obsessed with you too”, you say, “all of you. Every side of you.”

Painful embarrassment washes over his features. “I’m so sorry”, he croaks, hiding his face in the palms of his hands, “you were not supposed to see me like that. I’m so ugly.”

“Shut up, no you’re not”, you gasp, “I just told you that I’m obsessed with every side of you and I meant it!”

He shudders in an inaudible sob, growing smaller in an attempt to hide away.

“I'm sorry”, he croaks, “I'm sorry, I’m crying so much lately. I’m sorry I have so much going on, everything hurts me.”

“God Yoongi. Come here, my love. I’ll give you the best goddamn hug ever”, you say, pulling him in aggressively. Oh, you hug him as tightly as possible, as strongly as possible, as adoringly as possible. You need to squeeze every single ounce of self hatred out of his tiny little body. 

“I’m sorry”, he squeaks.

“Stop apologising. You can cry as much as you need to”, you assure him, swaying your bodies from side to side.

“I fucking hate emotions. They’re so much.”

“I know, but you’re not alone. You’ve got me and you’ve got Kookie. We’ll always be there for you when it gets too much.”

“I know”, he squeezes you, “I’m so grateful for you. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t. I do it gladly”, you whisper and pull him closer.

“Fuck”, he melts into you, “I’m so ugly, aren’t I?”

“Shut up! Don’t ever call yourself ugly again. You’re so beautiful”, you say, shaking him violently, “don’t do that. Hear me, my love?” you say through gritted teeth, apparently shaking him so well that Yoongi feels the need to begin squirming, making sounds of embarrassment as he does. They are a mixture of unsure giggles and little huffs of air. 

“Hear me?” you say, doing the unthinkable of picking him up. 

Yoongi full on whines, grasping your shoulders tightly.

“You’re pretty”, you say, bouncing him in your arms, “so freaking handsome.”

“Stop. Set me down”, Yoongi complains, kicking the air weakly. 

“Not before you tell me that you think that you’re handsome”, you warn, bouncing him again just so you can grip him better. Right under his butt, squishing up the flesh and holding his legs hostage.

“I’m handsome. Now let me down”, he says.

“Now say it as if you mean it.”

“I-I’m handsome”, he stutters.

“Good boy”, you praise, holding him for a little while longer.

“Let. Me. Down”, Yoongi stresses, wiggling like a panicky fish. His cheeks are burning up, aflame, properly flushed. His eyes can’t bear to look anywhere close your face.

“You’re so cute, my prince. And really light, I could carry you for hours.”

“Well don’t, set me down”, Yoongi stresses, kicking the air again.

“Uff fine”, you let out, dropping him without warning.

Yoongi lands clumsily, knees buckling so much that he falls into you.

“Gosh, you sweetie”, you chuckle, caressing his back.

“No”, Yoongi pushes himself off of you just to run to the other side of the room. Now pressed against the round window and with his hands pressed to his chest, he looks at you panickedly.

“Don’t run away, come here”, you say, closing the distance in big steps, “let me give you squishies.”

“Stay away, you’re weird”, he says, fighting you off by slapping your hands softly.

“No”, you say, burying your face in his neck, “you’re so handsome and I need you to remember this, always.”

“I, I will just don’t lift me again.”

“Did you like it?”

Silence for a second, then a whispered, “no, it’s weird.”

“Oh, you’re lying”, you say, giggling as you lift your head to gaze at him, “be honest, you love it when I push you around.”

He looks to the side, “shut up”, he murmurs.

“It’s because you’re tiny and cute”, you add, making him widen his eyes in shock.

“Shut up”, he whines, “what the hell is your problem?”

You cackle, caressing his waist.

“Don’t laugh like that”, Yoongi hisses, pressing himself against the cold window as tightly as possible.

“You’re so cute, oh my gosh”, you say, squishing yourself against him. You nuzzle your face into his neck, “I wanna eat you up”, you whisper, biting him gently.

He gasps then shudders with his entire body, knees growing weak and hands clutching your hips. His head falls against your shoulder completely defeated by gravity. His arms wind around your torso until your bodies are almost merged into one. And even then he squeezes you tighter to make sure that you were really here in his arms.

“You are so sweet”, you whisper, melting in his embrace.

“Do you think that he was right?” he asks quietly.

“No, he was being a cunt”, you say without hesitation, “you don’t suck at emotions and he should take a look at himself in my opinion. Because if someone has issues, then it’s him. Not you”, you assure him, “you do so much for everyone, even for him, and if he is too stubborn to see that then it’s his problem not yours.”

“You really think so?” he sounds unsure.

“Yes, I really think so”, you say. You run your fingers through his long hair and with it, sending his mind into a complete state of tranquillity, “don’t let his words get to you. I’m sure he is already regretting them now that he knows that despite all the shit he pulls, you still want to make the world better for him.”

“He makes it really hard. All I wanna do is help people and he always calls me a monster.”

“I know”, you squeeze, “fuck, I know. But it’s not true when he says that. You are not a monster and nobody thinks that you are.”

Yoongi nods his head in understanding.

“I’ll fix it, yeah? I’ll have a talk with him.”

“No, don’t.”

“Well, I want to. You’re my Yoongi and that means I’ll try to fix the shit that hurts you.”

Yoongi can’t even control the pout washing over his face while his brows furrow tightly. His chest tightens not uncomfortably but from utter gratefulness.

Maybe it’s not that bad that you found him. Maybe Yoongi is glad that he didn’t hide well enough. Maybe it is actually nice to be held and to know that he can share that awful pain in his chest. And maybe it is actually nice to know he can lean on you and maybe because of it, he doesn’t feel like crying anymore. 

“Thank you”, his voice is barely there and if he wasn’t hugging you so closely you probably would have missed it.

“Don’t. I mean it”, you tell him, craning your neck to kiss his forehead.

Yoongi closes his eyes. The kiss you just gave him lingers on his skin even long after you pull back. It keeps him warm and makes him decide that he loves forehead kisses so, so much.

“I love you, Yoongi love”, you whisper, swaying your bodies from side to side almost as if you were dancing.

Yoongi lets you guide him with his eyes closed and his body calming down more and more. He may have a lot of issues, but they don’t even feel important when you are holding him. He runs his hands to your upper back and presses your chest closer to his’. He can feel your heartbeat this way. The sensation is paradise to him. It truly is.

“I love you too”, he says so quietly that only you can hear him. It feels easy to say these words right now. Because you make it so godamn easy to love you. Yoongi tightens his arms around you and buries his nose in the warm of neck, “so much”, he adds. 

“Oh, my love”, you whisper, ruffling his hair. You won’t ever grow tired of hearing these wonderful words from him.

“Yoongi? Are you there? I- what the hell happened here?” the voice interrupting your silence rips Yoongi out of his comforting trance.

You both look at the door.

Jelena is standing in the threshold, staring at the ruined bookshelf.

“What did you do?” she asks, lowering her eyes in annoyance.

Yoongi picks you up just so he can set you aside. You huff out air. Stupid Jelena interrupting your sweet moment. You were so ready to hug him for the rest of the night.

“What do you need, Jelena?” Yoongi speaks without emotion in his voice, carrying his usual public frown on his face.

“I just returned from my research and wanted to share it with you. Did you do that?”

“No”, Yoongi lies perfectly, “this was already like that when we came here. What did you learn?”

“Are you changing the topic?”

Yoongi struts to her in big steps, “no, you’re imagining it.”

“Sure, I am”, she says, shaking her head in disbelief, “you’re cleaning this mess, I am telling you. If Meredith finds out that you destroyed her bookshelf, she’ll kill you.”

“Whatever. What did you learn?”

“Come, I’ll show you.”

“Wait! I’ll come with you” you call out, hurrying to Yoongi’s side. You grab his hand. He gives you a gentle squeeze instantly, pulling you closer to him as if it was instinct.

“You are okay, aren’t you?” Jelena asks, studying Yoongi’s face. She can notice the small glimmers of past tears on his lashes.

“I’m fine now”, he answers her, squeezing your hand again.

Jelena sneaks a glance at you and smiles knowingly.

“That’s good to hear. You know, Hale had a lot to say.”

“Yeah? What did he say?”

Jelena reaches into her bag and pulls out a book, placing it into Yoongi’s hand.

“He gave us one of his spell books as an amplifier.”

“That’s good. It’ll help a lot”, Yoongi says, handing the book back to her, “will he be with us for the locating spell tomorrow?”

“Yes and he’ll bring his husband too.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi glances at Jelena, “I didn’t know that they got married.”

“Yes, five years ago. Luka was the one who asked him.”

“That’s good. They deserve each other”, Yoongi says, drawing a small heart on your hand.

“Are Luke and Hale witches too?”

“Yes, they’ve been practicing magic for two hundred years?” Jelena glances at Yoongi.

“Mhm yeah around that much”, Yoongi says, “they’re experts in locating spells.”

“We’ll use the spell to finally track Namjoon, right?” you ask to which Yoongi nods his head.

“Yeah. Hopefully it’ll work. The updates Hale gave me until now always led to Namjoon having already fled the cities.”

“Yes, but with you here as an anchor we can track him as precisely as possible”, Jelena says.

“Yeah, right”, Yoongi agrees, slowing down his steps as you pass by the dining room. Everyone except for Sophie and Shirley (another witch who joined the coven with Sophie) was missing.

“It’s empty?” you say.

Sophie turns.

“Ah hello there”, she says, “the others are in the sitting room if you need them. The witches left for the market, yes the market. Why are you guys here?”

“I came back from Hale. Yoongi and I wanted to go over his spell book and prepare the ingredients for tomorrow’s locating spell.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful. We’ll join you. Right Shirley?”

“Yes, we’ll join you.”

“We should do it upstairs, Jelena”, Sophie says, “it’s better than staying in the mess outside.”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“It’s a mess, I am telling you. Jimin is screaming at Taehyung in the garden. Look he even managed to cut both our hands”, she says and shows off the deep cut on her hand. 

Shirley shows off hers as well. They look done by a knife. 

Yoongi lowers his eyes at them, “that’s a precise cut.”

“Indeed”, Sophie agrees, “he had a knife.”

“A knife? Did he?” 

“Yes, yes either way”, Sophie places her hands on Jelena’s shoulders and pushes her gently, “we should do it in your room, it’s better than going outside.”

“Wait”, you say.

The witches and Yoongi look at you. You only look at Yoongi.

“Do you want to go looking for Tae while I talk with the others?” Yoongi asks with understanding in his voice.

You nod your head, “are you okay with that?”

“Of course”, he assures you, caressing the back of your head, “don’t go too far, yeah? I need you to be in ears’ length still”, he steps closer and presses his lips to you ear to whisper, “take this and throw it on the ground when something happens. Do not take your ring off.”

“What?” you whisper so only he can hear you, accepting the small flask of what looks like ash. You clutch it tightly in your hand.

“Don’t step out of the circle, yeah?” Yoongi whispers and straigtens up to look deep into your eyes. You are confused by his words, but don’t dare to ask him for clarification. You know Yoongi. There was a reason why he whispered the last part.  

“Y-yeah, yeah I won’t”, you say. 

“That’s my princess”, he praises and smiles. He gives your cheek a soft caress and steps back, “be careful, love.”

“I will”, you promise him, “I’ll see you later.”

“Mhm yeah.”

And with that you abandon Yoongi and the witches on the staircase, hurrying to the kitchen. You open your palm when you are sure that you are alone. 

“What did he mean by all of that?” you wonder out loud in a murmur, inspecting the flask. It is made of translucent glass, showcasing a black powder. It must be of magical nature. Yoongi told you to throw it on the ground and not to step out of the circle. Does it mean that this powder will form a circle once thrown on the ground? And will it protect you? It must be that. Yoongi only tells you to do certain things if they meant your safety. 

You close your palm and take a deep breath. You have to stay calm. For now, you aren’t in danger. Yoongi would have reacted differently if you were and he wouldn’t have let you run off alone. Whatever he just gave you must be a precaution. Perhaps to you wanting to talk to Taehyung and Jimin. It would make sense why he told you to not take off your ring. 

“Okay, I’m calm. As long as I have this and my ring, I’m fine”, you say and decide to continue your journey. It isn’t far anymore.

You run into someone as you leave for outside. 

“Oh? Oops”, you stumble and look up, “Jimin?”

“Outta my way.”

“Hey”, you stop him by his wrist before he can leave, “where’s Tae?”

“Outside, fountain. Let me go.”

“No. I know what you did to him. You’re not running away now”, you say, pushing him back until he stumbles outside with his back facing the terrace.

“Huh?” he lets out, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

“You’re not gonna fuck him up again and then ditch. Fucking own up to your mistakes”, you spit, pushing him again.

“What the fuck are you saying?”

“Also? The things you said to Yoongi about him only being with me because he’s a Glutton? I need you to apologise for them. You know, just like everyone here, that Yoongi loves me honestly and deeply, so don’t you dare say that again. He does so much, so be fucking grateful”, you say and grip his wrist tightly. You tug him with you, “now follow me. Where is Tae?”

“Fountain, I said so”, Jimin says, stumbling after you, “hey, let go of me. What are you doing?”

“I also want you to clear up the lies you told Tae. You fucking bastard won’t get outta this situation by making me the villain. You messed up, so fucking own up to it. You can’t expect Yoongi to own up to his shit, but then you do nothing to better yourself.”

“You are literally so confusing right now”, Jimin says, stumbling after you.

You ignore him, looking for Taehyung.

“Taehyung?” you call out.

No answer.

“Where are you? Please answer me”, you try again, walking to the fountain.

No answer, just the gurgling of the water.

“Taehy- oh there you are”, you had almost fallen over him as you crossed the corner, “hey, what are you doing here sitting in the dark and on the cold ground?”

He lifts his head, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

“I heard what Jimin did, so I brought him here to apologise”, you say, gripping the latter by his shoulders and shoving him in front of you.

Taehyung and Jimin exchange a confused look.

“What is she talking about, Mimi?”

“You tell me”, Jimin says.

“Huh?” you poke your head past Jimin’s arm, “stop acting confused. You yelled at Tae, didn’t you?”

“What?” Jimin lets out and snorts.

Taehyung breaks into laughter as well.

You look at them, “why are you laughing?”

“He didn’t yell at me”, Taehyung says, wiping tears from his eyes, “we merely talked and then Jimin left to get some wine.”

“I don’t know who told you that, but we’re good sweetheart”, Jimin says and snickers.

They both do and somehow it annoys you.

“What’s so funny?” you hiss at them, stomping your foot loudly.

Taehyung stops laughing, looking up at you with widened eyes. Jimin still continues, but stops soon after when you slap his arm hard enough that it hurts.

“Ah”, he gasps, rubbing the spot.

“You two piss me off lately”, you spit.

“Me? Why me?” Taehyung gasps.

“Because you’re acting like an idiot.”

“Huh?” Taehyung lets out, widening his eyes further.

“Yeah, you heard me”, you say and slam your hand down on Jimin’s shoulder, “stay. You’re not running away.”

“But-”, Jimin doesn’t get to finish his complaint and you have already forced him to his knees. Jimin falls onto his butt with a low grunt, wobbling so hard he falls into Taehyung’s side. The latter catches him by throwing his arm over his shoulder. They both stare up at you with widened eyes afterwards, looking utterly and truly flabbergasted.

“This is as much your conversation as it is Tae’s. So stay”, you say, “actually you know what? Imma start with you either way. You’re a dick.”

“Thanks.”

“You know damn well that Yoongi’s the only person who can actually save your ass if Namjoon ever finds out you’re alive. I also know that that’s the main reason why you two idiots are still here even if you are too proud to admit it.”

They both lower their eyes.

“Look at me”, you order them and somehow they are so surprised by your harsh tone that they actually follow, “clearly you have your own packages to heal from and I won’t ever invalidate the trauma you had to live through and I genuinely wish for you to heal from it, but I won’t allow you acting like an ass because of it. You are going to apologise to Yoongi and you are finally going to tell Taehyung the truth about what happened at the club.”

Taehyung glances at Jimin.

“Are we clear, Park Jimin?” you spit.

“And if I don’t?”

“Do you wanna find out how I am when I’m actually angry?” you warn, taking a small step closer.

Jimin presses his back against the fountain as inconspicuously as possible.

“It’s alright, darling. I’m not angry that you lied. I understand why you did it”, Taehyung assures you and tries to hold your hand. Your dark eyes flit to him, darkening even more. He gulps, pulling his hand away again.

“You’re a naïve idiot if you really think that I could actually lie like this”, you say, “no. You know what? You piss me off”, you add in a harsher voice, “there. I said it. Ever since Jimin is back you are acting like a literal idiot.”

“Rude”, Jimin says.

“Shut up, it’s not your turn.”

“So can I leave?”

“Does this look like this kind of situation?” you throw back, “I don’t think so. You are leaving when I tell you that you can.”

“Fuck. Fine”, Jimin mumbles, looking to the side.

You look back at Taehyung, who looks both scared and highly impressed by you.

“I know that Jimin is your best friend and I really don’t want to portray him as a complete asshole because I know that he has his reasons for being the way he is, which by the way no excuse”, you add the last part solely for Jimin to hear, sending him a look.

He retorts it with a scoff.

“But you seriously have to stop giving him so much power over you”, you address Taehyung again, “ever since he’s back, you stopped thinking for yourself. And I know I’m sure you just want to impress your best friend because you missed him a lot, but I get the feeling that you are dancing on the border of giving yourself up for him and I can’t allow that to happen, Tae.”

“I kinda feel so attacked right now”, Jimin murmurs.

“Good. This is supposed to hurt, maybe you’ll finally get it together then”, you throw at him and look at Taehyung, “I know that you are confident and that you are proud of your morals and your beliefs. And seeing you give up that part of yourself again is worrying to watch.”

“I’m not giving myself up. Why are you saying this? You are just trying to find a reason to exclude Jimin, aren’t you? That is why you are making this up.”

“No, I’m not. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t want to exclude anyone. I just worry about you. You have to admit that Jimin is playing with you. And that he’s one major asshole.”

“Rude?” Jimin gasps.

“But true”, you say, “sit your ass down”, you say, pushing him back down as he tries to get up. You keep your hand on his shoulder tightly, “you are going to hear what I have to say.”

Your eyes shift to Taehyung. He knows that it’s his turn to speak.

“He isn’t playing me.”

“I truly think that he is. I’m hoping that his intentions for you are of no evil nature, because I can see that you really love him, but I still think that he uses certain tricks to make sure you would always stay with him. And that’s shitty of him to do and it isn’t healthy, Tae. Not one bit.”

“I can literally hear you”, Jimin hisses.

“Good. That’s the fucking point, you walnut”, you throw back, letting go of his shoulder and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“And now tell me. Which tricks should that be?” Taehyung sounds just slightly angry again.

“When he lied to you about the night at the club for example. He knew that we were fighting and twisted the story so I would look as if I wanted to break you and him apart.”

“Well, what else were you attempting to do?”

“Taehyung”, you spit with honest anger in your voice, “stop doing that. Why would I lie to you like that? Why would I wait days to drop this supposed lie? If I really wanted Jimin gone, I could have told you the moment we left that club bathroom, but I didn’t. I literally threw up because I was so scared of turning into a Glutton and yet, yet you believed his lies. And now you still want to continue to call me a liar?”

Taehyung gawks at you.

“I am hurt”, you finally speak your truth, “you hurt me and I’m tired of glossing this over. You call me a liar and accuse me of manipulating you when you know damn well that you are best friends with the biggest manipulator ever. You push me away over and over again, act like a childish fuckboy with your asshole friends and you almost killed me when we fucked and proceeded to get angry at me when I told you that I don’t want to blood share anymore, reducing me to nothing more than just your blood bag. And yet you deem it unnecessary to show any sort of remorse.”

“But that’s not true! I am remorseful”, he insists, touching his own chest, “it has been eating me up alive and I can barely even look at you without feeling sick in guilt. Please believe me, I didn’t want to turn you into a blood bag or go too far that night and, and I am sorry. Please believe me, my darling.”

“Stop that”, you silence him, “for once I want you to be truthful too. You are always saying all these beautiful poetic words and yet I haven’t seen any actions lately.”

Taehyung closes his mouth.

“You should have apologised once you found out how much you hurt me. I don’t blame you for losing control, because we were both reckless idiots. But to get no apology from you even after you found out how far you went hurts me, but what hurts me most is that you would believe Jimin over me.”

You bite down your tears, because this was not the time to tear up.

“I’m hurt by you, Taehyung. The only reason Jimin, and you for that matter, is still alive is because of me. It’s because I told Yoongi not to kill him. Time and time, I’m the one keeping Yoongi at bay even if sometimes I wanna give him the fucking go. Without me, you guys would both be dead already. I want you to stay with me and I fucking want you to keep your best friend. Do you hear me?”

Taehyung nods his head, avoiding eye contact.

“And it hurts me that you think that lowly of me and that you find it unnecessary to apologise for how you acted lately. And if you are going to continue to behave this way, you are going to lose me. And it’s not going to be because I chose Yoongi, but because you messed it up.”

Taehyung lowers his head. Jimin stares at him then at you.

“And this goes for you too. If you keep acting like such an asshole, you are going to bring me to the point where I won’t stop Yoongi anymore. He can very well kill you for all I care. And it’s going to be because of you, because you kept acting like a fucking cunt even after all the chances we gave you.”

Jimin looks away and touches the side of his neck. He doesn’t say anything, which meant a lot with him.

Silence. It feels suffocating, but you stand your ground. You said what you wanted to say and it’s making you so nervous that you feel sick to the stomach. You don’t let it show. They had to know and while it’s making you sick, you had to finally stand up for yourself.

Taehyung is the one to break the silence.

“I’m sorry”, he says and for the first time in a long time his voice finally sounds honest. He looks into your eyes, “I’m sorry.”

You listen with your eyes racing between his’.

“I don’t want to lose you and I am sorry, but for that to truly sound honest, I have to reevaluate myself, don’t I?” he furrows his brows, “how unfair of me to expect of you to care for me when I haven’t shown you any remorse for what I did. You are right, I should have apologised the second I found out what I had done and yet I was too proud to do so.”

He lowers his eyes.

“I stubbornly went up against Yoongi to defend my pride instead of redeeming myself to the person I actually hurt”, he looks into your eyes, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you and for calling you a liar and for treating you as if you were my property. You aren’t my property. I don’t owe you, I have the privilege to be with you because you want me to be with you and I don’t want to ruin this.”

He kneels and reaches for your hands. You allow him to hold them.

“You don’t have to believe my words, but I want to do better from now on”, he says, caressing your knuckles, “I won’t ever take your blood again and I will only feed you my own when you ask me to do so or if you are hurt unbearably.”

“Do you mean that?”

“Yes. Yes, I do. From the bottom of my wicked, twisted heart I do.”

You laugh softly, painting a small smile to his lips.

“So please may I have one more chance to fix what I broke?” he asks, resting his forehead on your hands.

“I think”, you begin, “I think I can give you one more chance, but if I realise that all those things you just said are nothing but beautiful, yet empty, words again, I will leave.”

“I know I just…I just…just…”

Taehyung’s eyes roll back then his body goes slack and falls against you.

“Taehyung?” you ask him, “are you alright?”

He doesn’t answer you, lying still against you with all his weight.

“Tae?” panic fills your voice, “Tae?” you try again, cupping his cheek.

What is happening? Did he just pass out?

“Taehyung?” you squad down, gasping loudly when this makes his body slip from you and almost fall to the ground violently.

You catch his head before that can happen, making sure to place it on the stone most carefully.

“Taehyung? Hey, Tae!” you shake him by his shoulders, “what the hell are you doing?”

Nothing.

You check for a pulse first in instinct until you realised and checked for his breath instead. It was so slow that it was almost nonexistent.

“Tae?” you try again, touching his face.

It is ice cold. Despite being filled with warmth just seconds ago, it feels colder than ice now.

“Taehyung? It’s not funny anymore. What are you doing?”

You laugh in fear, shaking him again.

“Please wake up.”

You sneak a glance at Jimin. He is lying on the ground on his side and his legs bend into an unnatural position. As if his body collapsed like a lifeless ragdoll.

“Jimin?” you gasp, turning him around carefully.

His eyes are closed, his skin feels colder than ice.

“Jimin? What the hell? Why, why are you passed out too?” you shake him by his shoulders, “Jimin? Hey! Wake up, you dick!”

You know that it is fruitless. Jimin is just as lifeless as Taehyung.

“Tae?” you try him one last time, but when he doesn’t budge no matter how hard you shake him or how loudly you call his name, you decide to get help.

“Shit”, you press out, “what the hell is happening?”

You have to get to the others, make sure they are okay and ask them for help if they are. Quick! There is no time to spare! You have to run.

“I’ll be back”, you tell them and with wobbly knees you stumble to your feet, running up the path as quickly as the dark night allows you to.

The lights in the sitting room are still burning. Good. That means the others are still inside.

“Guys!” you break through the door. They are still sitting on the sofas, having their head turned away from you, “guys, please help me. Tae and Jimin are passed out and I can’t get them to wake up and I don’t know what-”

You stop, screaming up in shock upon finding your friends just as lifeless as Taehyung and Jimin. Jungkook has fallen off the sofa, now lying on the floor with his drink spilled all over his unmoving chest. Hoseok’s head has fallen against the headrest in an unnatural position and Seokjin’s body is slacking to the side while his eyes are open yet unmoving. Emma has fallen face first on Seokjin’s lap, head turned uncomfortably.

“Seokjin?” you try him as he looked to be the most awake.

You have to realise that this was just an illusion. His skin was just as cold and his breathing was just as miniscule. His eyes were grey, vast of his pupils or irises.

“Holy fuck”, you gasp, “what the hell is that? Seokjin?”

He slacks to the front as a reaction to you trying to lift his head. His glass slips from his fingers and falls on the floor, spilling the liquid all over your feet.

“No”, you stumble back, “nonono what, what’s wrong with you guys?” you press out shakily, “guys, please wake up.”

They stay still. Quiet. Unresponsive. Almost dead.

You turn with panic in your stomach to find the one person who will help. The one person who always knows what to do. The one person who is strong enough to fight everything.

Yoongi.

You have to find Yoongi.

He will help. He will save the others. Once you are with him, everything will be alright again.

“Yoongi!” you scream into the nothingness, “Yoongi, where are you? Please answer me!”

You stumble through every room on the ground floor first, calling out your hero’s name over and over again.

“Please Yoongi, I need you!”

Upstairs. That’s where Jelena’s room is. The stairs are hard to take now that you can barely see in fear.

“Yoongi, where are you!? I need you! The others need you!”

Faster. You have to be faster.

“I need you! Please!”

He appears then. Stumbling out of a room upon hearing your pleading voice.

“Yoongi! Oh Yoongi”, you call out and begin sobbing in pure gratefulness, “oh Yoongi, you are finally here. Please help me, the others are all passed out. Their skin is cold and Seokjin’s eyes are grey. I don’t know what is happening! Please help me!”

Yoongi turns to you, looking at you with big eyes.

“Yoongi, I’m so scared. I don’t know what is happening.”

He stumbles again, lifting his arms as if he wanted to reach for you.

You stop running.

“Yoongi?”

“Run.”

His eyes roll back and his legs lose their strength.

“Yoongi! No!”

You try to catch him with outstretched arms, but too late. He falls to the ground like a lifeless doll, hitting his head on the hardwood floor.

“Yoongi”, you can barely feel how you scrape your knees upon falling to catch him, “Yoongi please”, you beg, lifting his head on top of your lap.

He looks at you with grey eyes. They move as if they have forgotten how to find focus, how to see. Is that it? Is the greyness in them blinding him?

“Yoongi, can you see me?”

“Prin…cess…”

“Yes, Yoongi? Yes?” you ask hopefully.

“Your…mind….”

“What’s with it? Yoongi, please stay with me.”

“…trust…”

His head rolls to the side and his lips part never to be used again. His eyes finally fall closed.

“Yoongi?” you shake him gently, “what’s with my mind? Who should I trust? Yoongi, please answer me”, you beg, cupping his cheeks.

His skin is colder than ice.

“What is happening to you? Oh god, Yoongi please wake up.”

His breathing is stronger than that of the others, but it is still barely there.

“Yoongi, please wake up please. I don’t know what is happening. Please I need you”, you beg, sobbing softly, “I’m so lost without you, please Yoongi please wake up.”

You shake him softly, cup his cheek, wipe your tears falling on his forehead.

“Please wake up”, you whisper.

But Yoongi doesn’t wake up. He has left you in the uncertainty, in your fear and your inability to solve whatever was haunting you.

“Yoongi, oh Yoongi”, you sob, leaning down to kiss his forehead, “please Yoongi help me. Please I don’t know what to do.”

“___?”

You lift your head upon hearing a voice.

“Suzy!” you call out, “oh Suzy please help me. Yoongi. He is passed out and, and I can’t get him to wake up. His skin is so cold. And the others! The others are downstairs, looking just the same!”

Suzy hurries to you and kneels down. She touches Yoongi’s face.

“Oh no”, she murmurs, “oh no so she has truly done it.”

“Done what?”

“Jelena she…oh ___ I have to confess something to you.”

“What? Just tell me, please just save them.”

“There are people in our coven, who hate Yoongi’s kind. Vampires. They despise them and I believe that they activated the device which we created to capture Namjoon.”

“Are you sure? But they are all passed out. How strong is this device?”

“I’m not sure, they must have used something to strengthen it, so that their magic would reach all the vampires.”

“What is happening to them?”

“They are most definitely dying.”

“What?” your heart shatters, “what? no”, your voice barely comes out audible, “please Suzy, you have to stop it. Please.”

“Come with me”, she says and takes your hand, “I will see what I can do.”

“Thank you, oh thank you so very much.”

And so you run, run and run with Suzy by your side. You are still frightened, terribly scared, but there is hope in your heart as well. Suzy is strong. She is wise. She knows what has to be done to safe your family. She will help you.

Suzy guides you over the lawn to the place where you watched them work all those long days in the estate.

“You were right”, you say, “there are lights burning inside.”

“I fear I was”, Suzy says with hurry in her voice, “we have to be fast, I fear that we don’t have much time.”

“Oh Suzy, please tell me that you can fix this.”

“I will try, I promise you.”

The shed is abandoned, but just as Suzy feared, the device was on. It is glowing, screeching menacingly.

“It’s so loud”, you gasp, covering your ears.

“I fear it is almost too much. The magic is too strong. Oh ___ this is worse than I imagined it to be”, she calls out to you in your thoughts for speaking normally was impossible in the screeching noise.

“Worse? What do you mean worse?”

“I fear that it is close to exploding and if that happens, every vampire along this coast is going to die.”

“What? But this is awful. How do we stop it?”

Suzy looks around the shed for a moment. She stops and squats down, picking up something glistening.

She turns to you, carrying a knife between her shaking fingers. The silver blade was covered in blood.

“What’s that?” you ask her, running to her.

“This is not good. Jelena must have used blood magic to active the device.”

“Blood magic?”

“Yes. That is why it is so powerful because Jelena fuelled it with her blood. Her hatred filled blood is running through the machine and giving it its power.”

“This is possible?”

“Yes, as long as the device is fuelled by her blood, as long as Jelena is alive, it will fill with magic until it finally bursts.”

“So Jelena ran to make sure that we wouldn’t put an end to her.”

“Exactly.”

“So how do we stop it?” you ask because you have no knowledge of magic and its working ways.

“By giving it another person’s blood.”

“Another person’s blood?”

“Yes. Someone who was wronged by vampires as well, someone who has to blame vampires for their nightmares, someone deeply hurt by them. Maybe even someone who almost lost their life through the hands of vampires. We need someone with reasons to hate them. Someone who can give the device its fuel, but who will use the power to control it for good reasons.”

“So if someone who had bad experiences with vampires fills the device with blood they can control it?”

“Yes exactly.”

“I could do it. I almost got killed by Namjoon, my nightmares are still filled with the night of it. I have bad memories with vampires.”

“You would do such a thing?”

“Yes”, you grab the knife, “yes if it means that I can save my family and all those innocent vampires living here, I will do it.”

Suzy smiles and lets go of the knife.

“Then act hastily. We don’t have much time.”

You run to the device, biting down the pain in your ears for the sake of saving everyone. You can’t be bothered to care about yourself. Not when so many lives are at stake. Not when you are so close to losing your family.

You lift the knife, connecting the blade with your palm. You just have to cut yourself, let the blood trickle over the device. Just like Jelena did it.

Jelena who moments ago was with Yoongi.

Jelena who so very clearly cares about the wellbeing of your friends.

Jelena who somehow managed to find a lie good enough to convince Yoongi she needed to leave.

Jelena who ran and abandoned the one device which could bring her victory.

Jelena who was intelligent enough to make up such a plan, but then forgot to grab the one thing which could expose her ways.

Jelena who was somewhere else mere moments ago and didn’t pass you as you were talking to Taehyung.

You eye the knife.

Why would she leave the knife behind? She must have known that the others would run for the device the moment your friends began collapsing. She must have known that someone would find it and connect the dots. And why are all the other witches gone as if someone or something was holding them hostage? Why is Suzy the only witch, who escaped this invisible force?

“What are you waiting for? We don’t have time”, Suzy calls out.

“What if it doesn’t work? Why would Jelena drop the knife if she knew you would figure her out?”

“Perhaps she left in a hurry and dropped it on accident.”

You look back at the device. You press the blade closer.

“Yes, cut yourself. Yes just one cut. One drop of blood is all it needs.”

Princess. Your mind. Trust.

Yoongi’s words are whispering to you again.

Princess. Your mind. Trust.

Why did he tell you that? What does it mean?

“Do it! We don’t have much time! Give it your blood!”

Princess…trust…your mind.

That is what he wanted to tell you. You should trust your own mind. Your own thoughts. You should trust in what you are thinking.

“What are you waiting for?” Suzy spits and grips your wrist tightly, “cut your palm already.”

You look at her and the anger in her eyes.

“Are you sure that Jelena activated the device?” you ask her.

“Of course she did, who else should have done it?” he hisses, lifting her hand to grab for the knife.

Your eyes flit to the white bandages around her palm.

“Suzy, your hand. Why is it bandaged?” you gasp.

“That?” she doesn’t even look at it, “I cut myself last night when I was trying to make dinner.”

You know for a fact that she didn’t have those bandages last night. Or all of today. You are also sure that she didn’t have those bandages when she magically disappeared to get more wine, never to return. Sophie and Shirley had the same cuts. And once Yoongi saw them, he made sure to give you this magical ash. 

Princess, trust your mind.

Jelena didn’t activate this device. Suzy did. Her blood is feeding it, her blood is giving it life. You stay silent with your thoughts, knowing that if you didn’t, she would kill you to get to her goal. The knife was still in your hold for now. You still had the upper hand.

Her blood is giving it life, her blood is going to kill your family.

And only her death is going to stop it.

You scream and cut deep.

You cut deep into Suzy’s chest until you feel your fingers touch the bleeding flesh of her dying body and you can feel her last breath swirl over your face.

“You bitch”, she chokes out and falls.

She coughs out blood the moment she hits the ground. The knife was still lodged in her chest. One cough. Two coughs. Three coughs. Blood covers her face. Her body stops spasming. Stiffness. Eyes half rolled back and soaked ruby from the coughed up blood.

The device stops screeching.

Its glow dies down.

“___?” just seconds later you hear your name being called out by Jungkook.

“Holy fuck, what happened?” Hoseok.

“___ are you okay?” Seokjin.

“Fucking hell, so you were right”, Jimin.

“My sweetest, oh my sweetest are you alright?” Taehyung.

You fall into a chest, get arms wrapped around you.

But you barely feel it.

You barely feel anything.

You should feel too much. Joy over saving them, disgust over having blood on your skin, horror over the dead body, shock, anger, heartbreak, shame.

But you feel nothing.

Not one thing.

Nothing.

“Get her out of here. I’ll take care of it”, Yoongi.

He is back.

You saved them all and yet you feel nothing.

[lupiningwolves]

summer school pt. II | sirius black x reader

summary: after he ignored you, you confront sirius at a party

warnings: smut, sir kink, daddy kink, rough sex, degrading, praise, finger sucking, possessive behaviour, not proofread

part 1

your heart broke every time you opened the snap he sent you back. you told sirius everything that happened in your day, the exciting and rather boring things. and most of the time you got a pictures back where you could only see half of his face.

it went on like that for days, even weeks, after summer school ended. you had even asked him if he wanted to come over to yours - even if it had just been as friends. all you wanted was to see him after what you two had done.

that was until you had actually seen him, at a party with everyone from summer school. there he stood, in his stupid jeans and his stupid t-shirt with his stupid leather jacket. god, how wet you already got thinking about him.

you turned away from him to try and process everything at first before talking to him. „y/n“ that’s all it took for your legs to get weak. he gently grabbed your arm and made you turn around again to look at him. „thought it was you“, he said with a smirk.

„hey“, you mumbled.

„everything okay?“

„i don’t know, you tell me.“ you didn’t know where the sudden confidence came from. „we didn’t talk properly after-“ -you fucked me

he grinned when you were too shy to end the sentence. „c‘mon, i live nearby, we should talk.“

five minutes later you were pressed against the door of his apartment. „you ignored me“, you whispered. „you confused me. it hurt.“

„fuck, baby, you had no idea what you were doing to me. sending pictures of you at school, when you were working in that stupid office or after you came out of the shower. i wanted nothing more than to take you in the bathroom of you school and fuck you in front of the mirror. or bend you over the desk you were working on so good. but - fuck - the way i dreamt about fucking you in the shower.“

you released a gasp at his words, especially when you felt his breath tickle your neck and his hand grasp you ass. „sirius-“

„wrong. c‘mon, baby, we discussed this already, haven’t we? i’m in charge here“

you moaned as he kissed and sucked on your neck. „sir“

„that’s right, angel, gonna make you feel so good. gonna make it up to you, okay?“

you only nodded, already too dumb to think. next thing you know was you laying on his bed, naked, beneath him. you tucked at his shirt and seconds later it was laying on the floor next to your clothes.

„sir“, you whispered. „need you, now.“

„i know, baby, so needy. haven’t felt good since i left, huh? couldn’t make you feel so good the way i did?“ you shook your head. „gonna prep you.“

„noo“, you whined and began taking his trousers off. „need you now. wanna feel you in me.“

„sweetheart-“

„no“ and without a warning you turned both of you around so that you were straddling him, sinking down on his cock. a whimper escaped your lips at the stretch.

„fuck, baby, you feel that?“ he put his hand on the bulge in your stomach. „that’s me, baby.“

„daddy in my tummy“, you whispered and started rocking back and forth, moaning loudly at the feeling.

sirius groaned at the new name, but also at the feeling of you around him. „up and down now, angel.“

„i can’t-“

sirius‘ chuckle made you whine. „such a cockdrunk little slut, aren’t you.“

you fell forward and gripped his shoulders. „so good“, you mumbled.

„yours, sir, just yours.“

„that’s right, mine. and mine only“, he said before lifting you up and pounding roughly into you from beneath.

„yeah, that’s my girl“, sirius said when he felt you clenching around him. „missed you, sweetheart. my hand didn’t feel nearly as good as you.“

„cum“, you blabbered.

„already? go on then, cum for me, baby.“ with that you clenched around him with a loud moan. but that didn’t mean he stopped. oh no…

he pushed two fingers inside your mouth after turning you two back around and pounding into you even harder than before. „cum in me, daddy. make me yours.“ your words were muffled by his digits, but he still understood you.

„always been mine. since you first were in my room.“ he let out a loud groan. „fuck, gonna cum. mark you as mine.“ and with the innocent look you gave him he couldn’t help but release inside of you. „gonna clean you up and then i’m gonna fuck you in the shower. never gonna let you go again“

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[ohnomytummy]

Urgh... I have the stomach flu. I caught it at a 3 day festival I went to.

The first day was fine, I set up our tent and spent the whole 24 hours listening to the artists and having fun. I do remember noting that the nurses station was quite full.

After I went to bed on the second day, I woke up feel queasy. But I shook it off and went back on the dance floor.

A couple of hours later, some dude leaned over and puked right in front of me. This made me loose the fragile grip on my stomach that I already had, along with a number of others. I think all up, there were about 15 people uncontrollably vomiting.

I went back to the tent where I just got worse. I tried to sleep but I just kept getting sick from both ends.

They ended up finishing the festival 12 hours earlier then was planned because literally everyone, even the artists, had caught it.

Now I'm at home, still being sick from both ends. Yet somehow, even with the pure liquid that is coming out of me at both ends, my stomach is somehow rock hard??

So I'm curious. What would you do if you were with me? Would you catch it too? If not, what would you do to my poor tummy?

(Quick note: I'm into tummy torture and humiliation as well :)) )

😳🥴 I’m sorry…this sounds like a fantasy I didn’t know I had???? Wowowowow…how do you hold in such a kinky situation when everyone else is so…*gulp*sick….

Anyways….fuck…okay…

I have never gotten a stomach bug in my life. Not a bad one anyway. So I’m gonna pretend, if I WERE to be there with you (moans), it’d be as an innocent bystander. Maybe I don’t go with you, but I see you from across the tent and think you’re cute. I’m already turned on from watching people get sick all around us. Poor babes. Such poor tummy’s. So weak…not strong like mine ;)

The music is loud, and despite the chaos, I’ve been watching you wrestle with your tummy for the last hour. I’ve been paying attention to your stomach slowly bloating, the heave of your chest as you hiccup and burp, the way your hands brush innocently against your gut. I can tell you’re either clueless about your belly ache, or lying to yourself.

When the stranger hurls his insides in front of you, I remind myself to thank him if I see him because I know you’ll soon have your first trip down the hurl train to. And of course, I’m right. I watch you puke all over your shoes, barely missing the guy who puked on you. Using the moment as my opportunity, I approach you quickly and encircle my arms around your waist.

“I’ve got you, don’t worry. Let’s get you back to your tent,” I whisper in your ear. I rub your sides as we walk, you wipe your mouth every so often, but otherwise your arms are wrapped tightly around your belly. I feel your belly gurgle and the hiccups build. You softly moan, the short trip making you feel worse.

When we get to your tent, I gently strip you. “We’ll keep your clothes for when you’re well. You’ll mess them in this state, and then what will you wear?” Each movement you make causes a cramp and painful gas, making you pause, but you do as I say. Despite not knowing each other long, you’re already begging for me to rub your sore tummy, to pop the sick bubbles and let up the gas trapped inside you. Your shyness is nowhere in sight. You’re blinded by your horrible infected belly.

“Where are your trash bags?” You point with a soft moan. In the quiet of the tent, we can both hear your belly’s sick groans and gurgles. I grab a bag and hold you in my lap, opening the bag in front of you.

Without warning, I press into your rock hard belly. You gag and a flow of sick comes up and into the trash bag. “I knew you needed to release. Your tummy can’t even handle a little stomach bug. Look,” I put my hand over your lower tummy. “You’re already filling back up.”

Over the course of the night, you go back and forth from my lap puking, to crouching over a hole, clutching your stomach and moaning or praying to god to make it stop while I tease you and press hard into your tummy, making matters (and the mess) worse.

Must’ve been one hell of a festival…shit