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pinkaditty · 9 months

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Can i pls request some facesitting headcanons for Satan, Mammon, Sitri and leviathan with a fem s!o? Thank you ❤️

hihi this was my first non-anon ask and yes ofc u can!! <3333

summary: facesitting and pussy eating. how will the men of WHB handle it?

a/n: woohoo i've been excited to do this ask tbh!! like seriously i've really been looking forward to it!!!! the only one i don't know much abt is Mammon buuuuut i do know his personality and idiosyncrasy so im hoping that's enough to characterize him properly!

cw: fem!reader (sorry, the one time i don't do gn... I PROMISE GN NEXT TIME!!), reader has a vagina, facesitting, pussy eating, suffocating (leviathan), cardiophilia (Sitri), pygophilia (Mammon), spanking (Satan), male whimpering, masturbation, and lots of tongue usage. NOT PROOFREAD!

MINORS DNI AS USUAL!!!!! PLEASE RESPECT MY BOUNDARY! THANK YOU!

Satan:

well. he does like spanking!

he won't say no to you sitting on his face ofc that's whatever, as long as he gets to spank your ass while he does it.

he especially doesn't care which way you're facing, because either way, there's an ass close enough for spanking. good enough for him.

will definitely just roughly massage and spank your asscheeks while he makes quick work of you with his tongue.

don't really know why but i think he's totally masterful at it.

knows exactly where your sweet spots are in seconds and abuses tf out of them.

pays especially close attention to the clit, and he's the most gentle with his tongue there. he doesn't mind spanking you, but he doesn't want to hurt you, especially not your sensitive areas. he won't mind if his nails leave a few marks, though.

he won't really stop until he's satisfied. you can't pull yourself off of him because you're not beating him in the strength department.

sorta thrusts his hips up into the air as he eats you out. gets painfully hard really quickly.

His nails, sharp as claws, dig into the skin of your ass, leaving deep bruises and small cuts. You groan painfully, curling your hands into fists and twitching at the sensation. You reach out and pull on his hair. He only grunts, continuing to draw soft circles around your clit with his tongue, smacking your ass once with his right hand before cupping your cheeks and pulling you closer to him. The sensation of his tongue swirling around your clit is almost enough to distract you from his nails still clawing into your backside. His tongue is gentle and slow, tracing soft circles around the sensitive nub. His pace is consistent; not so slow you'd lose your mind, but not so fast that you'd be overstimulated. He takes his time, even pausing gentle stimulation of your clit to lap at your hole, already dripping juices from how delicious it all felt.

This back and forth continues, at the same constant pace. Every time you reach orgasm, he smacks your ass again and continues on his pace, gently licking soft circles around your hardened clit.

At this pace, you'll hardly be able to take whatever devil energy he can give you.

Mammon:

well. he's similar to satan in that he likes ass (similar to me too lol).

will probably be doing almost exactly like what Satan's doing, just with less spanking and more groping and general ass appreciation.

will definitely prefer you facing away from him so that he can really be immersed in ass.

he's really slow with it, though. like where satan will put you through multiple in minutes, mammon will give you one every agonizingly long stretch of time filled with not enough pleasure to get you off, but enough to keep you squirming and impatient.

he will find your sensitive spots, but rather than abuse them, he switches between them. he'll take his time getting you off. he's very slow with it, so much so that it almost feels like he's edging you (he sort of is but he's greedy he likes to savor it and take his time. he knows you're already his anyway. why not take his time?)

will lick stripes rather than circles. he will lick your clit directly instead of teasing swipes from a circular motion.

will also dive his tongue between your folds very often, lapping at your juices like a dog does water.

is constantly squeezing, groping, and rubbing his hands all over your ass, simply enamored by it regardless of size.

definitely without a doubt gets hard but probably won't acknowledge it. he's greedy for you, not his pleasure (though he absolutely will be later).

His tongue switches back to your clit, licking slow stripes, pushing the flesh up and down with his tongue. Idly, you wonder how he can keep at this for so long, but such a thought does not last- not when the repeated, slow motions scatter your thoughts with how ridiculously good it feels. You tense up, eagerly stifling your twitching and staying in place, feeling the pleasure build up at last. He keeps going, licking soft stripes up and down your clit, moving his tongue so masterfully rhythmically that barely a sound comes from his technique. You clench and unclench your hands, your eyes spin in your skull, your heartbeat quickens, and your breathing deepens. Surely this was it, surely--!

You feel the telltale motion of his tongue giving one last rough, prolonged stripe to your clit, before he switches back to your waiting hole, diving his tongue inside hungrily and dragging it along your insides, collecting all the juices his greed so desires. You curse, having been so close, and he teasingly squeezes your ass in return. You can feel him smirking into your folds.

Sitri:

oh boy. ohohooooo boy.

he could care less which way you're facing. what matters is, regardless of the position you take up, your thighs are pressed directly against his ears. he can hear your heartbeat from afar but it's never enough.

will wrap his arms around your thighs to ensure that you stay put and to really press your thighs into his ears. he just cannot get enough of your heartbeat. thump, thump, thump...

is less careful with his fangs than the other demons. absolutely will not hurt nor bite you but when he's tonguing your folds the smooth edges of his teeth may slide against you. not painful.

is not very calculated with his technique but doesn't really need to be with your heartbeat as a dead giveaway. he just laps and laps tirelessly like a parched dog but somehow it hits the good spots.

honestly it's the way he does it that turns you on more than how it feels. how desperate each stroke feels is what really does it.

strokes with his tongue are wide, all-encompassing, and sloppy. he's drooling so much that it only makes you wetter.

buries his face as close as he can so he'll often pull back for air before burying himself again.

eats you out like he's never eaten anything before.

gets hard very quickly and will gently remove his hand from your thigh to jack himself off. does it quietly so you won't notice because he thinks it's embarrassing. eventually his muffled moans into your folds give him away and you just start riding his face. not that he minds.

He just keeps lapping. Like a dog at a water bowl after a long, dry walk. He just doesn't seem to stop. It feels good - almost too good. You writhe and twist, curling your toes from how delicious it feels, but you can't move much; his strong arms still holding you down in place and keeping your thighs hard pressed to either side of his face. He just has to listen to your heartbeat in his ears. He just can't get enough of it, of you. He keeps lapping, his tongue sliding between your folds, gentle but quick, sliding across your hole and just barely tickling your clit before he retracts and licks again. The buildup feels slow, but you've finished before you know it, the gentle tickles of your clit driving you to orgasm. Your whole body shakes and your eyes roll back, and he lets you ride it out, keeping up his gentle strokes against your clit. You shiver as sparks pop behind your eyes, slowly coming down from your high. He squeezes your thighs once more, and breaks away, taking a few deep breaths. The cool air hits your folds and you flinch, twitching just slightly at the sensation. As quickly as he pulled away, he dives back in, dragging his tongue across the length of your labia, gently slipping between to tease what's there. You groan, feeling sensitive, the continued motion making you feel overstimulated. You curl your toes, shifting yourself just slightly, trying your best to bear the overwhelming feeling. It just feels too good, the gentle drag of his tongue, the soft tease of your hole and clit, and the finality of it all before he immediately starts again. You can't take it.

You feel the pressure of his hand of your thigh gently lift. You can't be bothered to pay much attention to that until you hear the soft clink of a belt being undone, and you know what he's doing. You can barely smile in satisfaction due to overstimulation, but you manage, and reach down for his blue silky hair, pulling tightly on it. He moans, and stops lapping, simply holding his mouth open, preparing for you to ride him. He's practically shaking, trembling in silence except for the repeated sound of his hand sliding up and down his length.

Leviathan:

the less he can breathe, the better.

literally. no if's and's or but's. the less he can breathe the better. surprisingly he's not much into choking you... rather he wants you to choke him.

and he doesn't care how you do it.

so suffocating under you while you take what you need from him, yeah! he is more than on board for that.

prefers you facing forward so you can use his nose to rub your clit on while your folds are spread over his lips, revealing your hole, perfect for him to stick his tongue into while you move back and forth over him.

this way, he can't breathe! and yeah, he gets off to that really fast.

will attempt to hold your hips as you ride him, but may be unable to focus much so he might claw his hands into the sheets.

while he's totally into this, you will have to lift off of him occasionally. but not for very long.

you can watch as his eyes roll back from the relief of finally being able to breathe, his face red as a cherry, his tongue lolled out and covered in your juices.

and then you sit right back down and he can't breathe anymore. but he's not complaining. at all.

he's thrusting his hips upwards, as though he's desperate to feel some friction. he's so into being suffocated, he can't even focus on his own arousal.

won't really touch himself. after your first orgasm or so he's already cum untouched.

for every one orgasm of yours, he's probably had one to three.

You're riding his face like you would a horse, using the chain between his horns as reins, pulling his face deeper into you. He obliges, following your pull ever so obediently, burying himself deeper into your folds. You're moving your hips along his face as fast as you can, his nose providing the perfect stimulation for your clit. You can barely see his eyes peeking over your thighs, but they're there, rolled back in ecstasy. His face is bright red, and he can't breathe. He's clinging to the sheets, gripping them tightly for some semblance of grounding, but he's too far gone.

You're much the same, dizzy and blissful from how good it feels. His nose is gently pressed into you, your clitoris rubbing back and forth over it. His nose supplies just the right amount of pressure, enough to send you over the edge. His open mouth and lolling tongue are perfect for catching your juices and teasing your hole, pressed right against it, and you feel every tremble and every moan. Sometimes he moves his tongue just slightly, circling your hole as you move. It makes you grip the chain harder, putting pressure on his horns, to which he moans rather loudly.

When you finally feel the orgasm coming, the building blissful pressure turning into a peak, your folds twitching with anticipation; you suddenly push the chain away from you, pressing his head into the sheets. Your hips follow him, pressing his face deeper into you and his head deeper into the pillows. His already jerking hips suddenly thrust into to the air, and you hear and feel a strangled moan as he reaches his peak, his whole body quivering as he soils his pants. You press deeper into him as you orgasm yourself, you clit quivering against his nose, your juices spilling into his mouth. For a moment, you stay like that, holding his chains so tightly they leave indents in your skin. Soon you release, letting go of his chains and lifting off of him a little, giving him a chance to breathe. He's twitching, all red in the face, and panting heavily, his mouth wide open, tongue lolling out. You only give him a minute before you sit right back on his face again. He moans, satisfied, and ready for another round.

a/n: okay so perhaps i got a little carried away with my blatant displays of favoritism. perhaps. but it's not my fault!!!!!!!!! i like them submissive. :(

okok but anyway i hope you all enjoyed woohoo!! one more ask after this, but ill do pervert pt 3 before I answer that ask. anyways, please please please let me know if you all enjoyed it!! leave a comment, do a quick reblog, and submit an ask if you want something written just for you! im happy to write for you! thank you so much for reading! I really appreciate you!

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harryspet · 9 months

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oki so content warningish? ignore if u want ofc! the link is to a girl taking two fingers in her mouth/ finger sucking but not really? like the guy kinda just shoving them idk :<?

https://www.tumblr.com/solvsol/736569456856301568?source=share

just a request of mean/ dark rafe with this sorta thing? ofc ignore if ur uncomfortable! lmk if u want me to specify more

[warnings] dark!rafe x reader, NONCON, rough oral sex, face f*cking, mouth fingering, saliva, gagging ... etc. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+

A/N: Rafe would definitely do this, and he's definitely a head pusher when it comes to receiving oral! i barely edited this sorry :)

You drank too much, everything happened too quickly, and now your first time with Rafe wouldn't happen in the way that you imagined. You were so grateful for the attention he was giving you at the bonfire that you accepted every red solo cup he passed to you. You hurried and finished each drink every time he said, "Awe, I thought you could keep up with me, Y/N? You don't want to have fun?"

Now you were in the back of his truck, sloppily kissing in the confined space. Rafe's hands were everywhere, but he paid close attention to your breasts, grabbing them in his large hands and rubbing his thumb over your nipples. When your lips parted to moan, he just shoved his tongue deeper into your mouth. You couldn't breathe and that only added to your dizziness.

You pushed at his shoulders and realized how solid he was, how much naturally stronger he was than you. Pressed against the back door, Rafe pushed your legs apart, "W-Wait," You struggled to say. You repeated the word until your talking began to interrupt Rafe's ability to kiss you.

"What?" Even in the darkness of the car, you saw Rafe's empty, expecting expression, “You can’t say no now; I’m already hard.”

“No, that’s not – I mean,” You did want him to stop but the look in his eyes and the fact that he hadn’t pulled any further away from you made you realize that wasn’t an option, “Can we – Can we go slower?”

Rafe took in a breath, almost seeming frustrated. He looked you over, your top pulled low and your hard nipples poking through your shirt, “Shit,” Rafe whispered, sitting back in his seat. Shaky hands ran through his dark blonde hair, and his right leg bounced as he thought something over. He didn’t think for too long before reaching down to undo his belt. His bulge was already noticeable, too; his khakis were leaving nothing to the imagination, but you couldn’t help how your eyes widened when he fully pulled himself out of his briefs, “You did this to me, you know. You can use your mouth. Take care of me.”

You already knew this was the better idea, and you nodded your head. Another time, you’d both be sober and could have a romantic time. In a bed, preferably, after Rafe asked you to be his girlfriend.

He reached and grabbed your wrist, pulling you over to the other side of the truck. You got on your knees, wrapping your dominant hand around his base, feeling exactly how hard he was. Unexpectedly, Rafe grabbed ahold of the back of your hair, forcing your face down. You did what you thought you should do, stroking his base while lubricating the tip. You swirled your tongue around, tasting him before you took more of him in your mouth.

Rafe’s hand was lifting up your skirt, roughly grabbing your ass, as he slowly pushed your head further down. You started to gag, taking more of him in than was comfortable, but Rafe only smacked your ass, not allowing you to come up for air. Soon you were panicking, pushing at his thighs until he let you come up for air. You pulled away, tears fell, and you coughed as you tried to catch your breath.

“Have you ever done this before? You’re already gagging, and I’m only halfway inside your mouth.” You looked at him through blurry eyes.

“That-That hurt, Rafe” You spoke hoarsely.

“Hey, hey,” He grabbed ahold of your face, pulling your face closer to his, “You need more practice. You won’t learn how to take my dick any other way. C’mere.”

Again, his grip was tight on your hair. This time, he pushed his pointer and middle finger into your mouth. Your wide eyes looking at him made him smile, although there was still an emptiness behind his eyes. Slowly, he pushed his fingers in and out of your mouth, his gold ring touching your lips. Every time you gagged, he shushed you and often would just shove his fingers further, “You’re not going to throw up, don’t be so scared,” He said, “You can do it; I know you can, fucking slut.”

Your eyes started to close, but he snapped at you, “Watch me. This is my mouth now. I can do whatever I want, right?”

You couldn’t respond as he pushed his fingers deeper. When he could push his fingers deep, and you didn’t gag, he stopped, “There you go,” Rafe pulled his fingers from your mouth, wiping the saliva all over your cheeks before he pinched your cheeks within his hand, “I knew you could do it, Y/N.”

Tears were falling from embarrassment, and you wanted to hyperventilate, but Rafe bent you back over his lap moments later.

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ynbabe · 10 months

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Fake texts au- pt.14 bffs with the rookies+ Halloween is sacred

Okay so even though Y/n is kinda sorta related to Fernando and is a Brit, there are no descriptions on readers race, characteristics or anything that takes away from Y/n being Y/n, and i'll try and keep the pics as faceless as possible. Love yall. Mwuah 🥰

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October 31st, Halloween, the only day of the year that mattered, screw birthdays and screw anniversaries, Halloween was where it was.

That is exactly why you had forced your friends to change significant aspects of their physical appearance.

"Stop, whining," You scolded Logan as he kept hissing as you pulled at his hair, trying to brush it back into a small ponytail. You had a vision, you see, while on Tumblr with Arthur on your stream a few months ago, you had witnessed the greatest post ever.

Okay maybe not the greatest but it was pretty close.

The post showed all the drivers and the character the most looked like and when you saw Logan being compared to Anakin Skywalker, you knew you had to tell all the barbers he went to blacklist him.

That boy was going to grow his hair, whether he liked it or not, and he didn't like it, but he also didn't have to tie up his hair every day, so really it should have been you complaining.

"You are so lucky to have me," I smacked his head, as he shook his head, making all the hair fall out of my fist, it wasn't long enough to manoeuvre into a ponytail properly but Logan had refused to wear a headband, saying 'it hurt'.

"Bruv, if you keep movin' your damn head, imma smash it in with my knees," You yelled once again, your British accent thickening making him laugh and throw his head back to look up at you.

"Okay, I'll go cut my hair then," He shrugged looking straight at you.

"Noooooo," I whined and got back to working on his hair as he finally let me work on it instead of wriggling around.

We were sitting in his driver's room, he was sitting crisscross on the floor and you sat on his bed, letting your legs rest leaning on his shoulders. There was some random song playing in the background and you were finally able to struggle his beautiful blond waves into a itty-bitty ponytail.

"Fuckin finally, mate," I made him turn around and looked at him, Tada!" I smiled at my masterpiece, he looked amazing, I couldn't help but keep looking at him, how could eyes be so blue?

"Uh- Am I interrupting something?" Alex called out, breaking me out of whatever was happening, I really had to start sleeping more.

"N-no, Do we need to go?" Logan stuttered.

"Yeah..." He said, still looking at both of us with a weird expression on his face.

Logan walked out soon after grabbing a few things around his room.

.xXLogan's P.O.VXx.

"You are horrible, bro," Alex said as soon as I shut the door, "Down bad,"

"Wait, wait, what are you talking about?" I asked him confused, making him laugh.

"You can't be that oblivious, mate," He stopped in front of me, shaking me by the shoulders, "You literally have heart eyes whenever you are with her-" He stated, was he crazy?

"Dude, what the hell are you talking about?" I tried not to be annoyed by what he was saying.

"Also when anyone speaks of her, or when you're looking at her or when you get her texts, which is all the time by the way," He rambled.

I tried to say something back but I got a text from Y/n, "Oh my GOD!" He yelled, laughing, "Do you have a separate ringtone for her?" he asked making my face feel warm.

"I don't like her okay?" I said, trying to change the conversation, beginning to walk again.

"Mate, you grew out your hair for her, you make her tie your hair every day even when you don't need to tie it, the tie's already fallen out!" He screamed yanking a strand of my hair, making me wince, and alerting a mechanic who was walking by.

We sheepishly waved at the man, finally reaching where James' was waiting for us, thankfully ending the conversation once and for all.

.xXY/n's P.O.VXx.

You could hear Alex screaming vaguely in the hallways but you chose to ignore the fellow Brit, right now, you had very little time to get to your next destination- Mclaren, and your next victim, Oscar or as the post had decided- Peter Parker.

Well the post had said Spider-man for both Oscar and Lando, calling out the weird twin-like situation they had going on, but Lando had refused every bribe and blackmail you could manage, stating he and Carlos had already planned something, so made Oscar grow out his hair, yes you were the leader of the men with long hair agenda, so what?

"Oscarrrr, hiii!" You yelled as you jumped next to him as he lounged on his bed, scrolling on his phone, he moved so I could see his for you page as well.

"Oh, he's proper fit, isn't he?" I said, making him cringe.

"Who- MICK SCHUMACHER?" He yelled, making me jump up and try to shut him up, these walls were thin man, way too thin to be yelling like this, "WHAT IS IT WITH YOU AND BLONDES-" He continued but I used his pillow to stop him, but it was already too late.

"Ooooh- who do we like?" Lando ran in, this happens every time!

"NO ONE," I would say no one,

"MICK," someone would say whom and then Lando would somehow get the message to them, how did I know?

"Niceee, is this the Gavi situation again?" He teased, wriggling his eyebrows, that was a very awkward, Instagram conversation which made you almost run the Brit over with his own car, hey but atleast you'd gotten new friends over it.

"No, it's not- not another word, Piastri," I smacked him with the pillow.

"Okay, anyways, we gotta leave," Lando spoke, beckoning Oscar to leave.

"Okay, but Oscar you know what you have to do right?" I asked, making sure everything was set for the party on the 31st.

"Yes, y/n," he assured me before leaving with Lando. It was only the Free Practices so I was only on Paddock to skip uni.

I face-timed Arthur, who was currently busy with his F2 work but would be coming to the party as well, I had planned his costume too, making him grow his hair out and make him dress up as Flyn Rider, and he had decided to darken his hair, out of his own volition, totally not me begging, crying and complaining to Lorenzo about it.

It had been an hour since we got on call but I had to leave once I got a message from an unknown number.

You brainstormed for more than half an hour about Halloween costumes with someone you knew for the same amount of time.

You both finally landed on Stu Macher (For the obvious similarities in their names) but you were still unsure about what you would go as. He had suggested Tatum but it seemed too simple of a costume for being the host of the party.

Happy with his choice, you both finally got off chat.

You kept thinking about what you could go as but nothing came to mind, You could go as Rapunzel, or Padme or Gwen or even Tatum, but it just didn't feel right...

You knew the drivers had a break right now, so you texted the one person you always went to for advice.

"tío!! Cómo estás??" (Uncle! How are you?) I spoke into the phone.

"Que hiciste ahora?" (What did you do now?) His voice came through and I could hear him sigh at the end.

"NOTHING!" You defended, quite offended at the insinuation that you always got into trouble. Well you did, but you wouldn't get caught so easily!

"Kiddo, the last time you said that, you lost your licence," He countered, why did he always have to make a point?

"Okay, totally ignoring your valid point, what should I be for Halloween?"

"Esto... es por eso que me llamaste?" (This… is this why you called me?), he asked in disbelief.

"Well, it's my party, oldie, i'm not gonna be boring!" I sighed, if he couldn't help no one could.

"You are crazy, you know? Sorry, Diabla, I have to go, you'll figure it out," he reassured me but as I listened to what he said for maybe the first time in my life.

The party was going to be fucking ace.

The weekend ended sooner than you could imagine and it was finally time for the party, it was a local club it was private but not exclusive and a lot more people showed up than you imagined.

Logan looked amazing as Anakin, you'd also convinced him to braid in extentions to make it more like a cosplay than a costume and man, did it look good.

Arthur looked so much like Flynn Rider you had to do multiple double takes, how that man was still single was beyond you.

Oscar was the perfect Peter Parker, the muscles he'd bulit cause of F1 made the costume look much more belivable.

Lando, Carlos, Charles, Max, George, Alex, Esteban, Lance, Zhou and many others were there too, you'd spoken to them for a few minutes before they paired off with one and other and lost themsleves to the music and alcohol.

You were a little tipsy too, but you were still waiting for Mick.

You were adjusting the horns on your head, when you felt someone tap you, "Hello, Sidney," A rough voice called out making your skin crawl and immediately turn to the source.

“Oh my god! You scared me mate,” you hugged him.

“I’m sorry but it was just so tempting,” he laughed as you passed him a beer.

“Glad you could make it, Mick,” you smiled at the man in front of you, leaning in to hear each other over the loud music, “Nice costume you got there,” you remarked, he was wearing a compression shirt and black pants and had a ghost face mask on.

“Yeah, I know right? Came up with it all by myself,” he smirked making you smack him in the arms.

“Yeah yeah, come on, let’s go meet the others and get the party started!” You yelled pulling him along to meet the rookies.

You waited at the booth for the other three to show up, “Your costume is amazing, by the way,” he complimented, making your face feel warm.

“Thank you, people say I’m the devil so often, thought it’d be fit,” you laughed, twirling to show your She-Devil costume.

“Yeah, I saw the comments, people can be so stupid,” he shared.

“Right? I mean-” you began but were interrupted by Logan and Arthur running up to the two of you with Oscar trailing behind with a plate for of shots.

“WOOH LETS FUCKING GOOO!” You yelled, passing out shots to your little group of five, starting the night off with a bang.

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merakiui · 2 years

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Meraaa the lunar love hotel is such a wonderful event!! I'm loving all the writings and menus you've come up with ✨✨

May I order a Flower Bouquet + strawberry ice cream from the misc. menu with Ruggie, with the fluffiest cream puffs and fruit smoothie from the morning menu? Thank youu <33 I hope you have a wonderful dayy

ruggie bucchi x (gender neutral) reader cw: slight nsfw, friends with benefits note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

You’re not sure where Ruggie finds the energy. It’s only been a few minutes since the two of you have climaxed and caught your breath, but in those short moments he’s already dressed himself and is flitting about the room, casting clothes into the laundry bin and waving his magic pen to summon a bowl of warm water and a washcloth into existence, humming absentmindedly as he goes.

“Do you ever rest?” you mumble into the pillows, turning over to grant him access to your back so that he may dab at the many bites and scratches that litter your skin, evidence of a particularly wild round. You sigh when the soft, moist rag collects blood and sweat in smooth, even strokes. “Rugs?”

“If I’m getting paid to rest, I’ll rest,” he replies with his trademark snicker. “Besides, I’m used to it. Leona’s got me running around for stuff all the time. This is nothing compared to that.”

“Still, it’s important to rest. Clean-up can wait. Come cuddle with me instead.”

With a smile playing at your lips, you peer at him from over your shoulder, observing the way his brows furrow. Your arrangement isn’t normally one of cuddly nature—rather it’s one built upon lust and physical attraction—but despite that neither of you are ever opposed to the unspoken intimacy that follows sex. Quiet, peaceful times wrapped in one another’s embrace, listening to steady heartbeats thrum beneath the other’s chest, admiring the stone ceiling, and discussing all manner of things, both good and bad, are some of your favorite moments spent with Ruggie. You’re not sure if he shares your love for the little things because you’ve never been able to read beyond his casual smiles and laughter, reminders that every slice of affection and care is merely friendly in nature. Friendly and nothing more. It will never be anything more, or so you’ve told yourself.

Sighing, he runs a hand through his tousled, tangled hair. “You’re really too good to me, ya know? That sorta kindness is gonna get you in trouble one day.”

“But you’ll save me if that happens, won’t you?” you tease.

“If there’s a reward to be had.”

“You’re so shameless!” You sit up despite the dull ache in your hips to smack his arm.

He recoils with an airy laugh, raising his arms in mock surrender. “If you want me to play hero, you’re gonna have to pay me first.”

Rolling your eyes, you angle your body so that you’re sitting directly in front of him. Your hands close around his, and the rag is locked in a cage of fingers. You lean in towards him. Ruggie stares at you, blinks a few times, and meets you halfway, your foreheads connecting.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he whispers, running his calloused thumb over the top of your hand. “Didn’t mean to get so carried away. Honest.”

“You’re good.” Your palm cups his face. Blue-grey hues soften when they meet yours, and for a moment you think you’re peering into a shadowed oasis. “If that was your version of rough, it was awfully gentle.”

“Hey, hey... That’s gonna chip my pride! I can be rough!”

You giggle at the way his lips twist into a moue. “Yeah, yeah. I believe you. You’re the roughest, toughest hyena I know.”

Ruggie barks out a sardonic laugh, which soon sticks in his throat when your fingers find the scruff behind his ears. He never admits it, but you know he’s fond of the way you scratch him there, running your nails in soft, soothing circles. He leans into your hand and attempts to huff at you—as if he wishes to pretend like he’s averse to your touch—but it comes out in a pleased sigh instead.

“Why’re you so good to me? I’m not really good to you in return. I mean, I try to be. But...”

“You’re plenty good.”

“I stole your lunch last week.”

“I...kinda figured that was you.”

He snickers, but it doesn’t seem as mocking as it normally is when his pale cheeks color pink and his voice falters. “And... And you didn’t say anything? If that had been me, I wouldn’t have let the thief off so easily. Food’s valuable, ya know? Back home, you lose teeth and skin over mere morsels.”

“Then I’d better find a way to give you the world so that you can always eat delicious meals.”

He eyes dart elsewhere, his cheeks reddening a considerable amount. “Seriously... Do you hear yourself? That was so cheesy.”

“But could you imagine? Truffle pizzas with real gold flakes! Fancy chocolates imported all the way from who-knows-where! And a truckload of donuts in all flavors and shapes!”

Ruggie licks his lips, his eyes twinkling. “You’re literally describing the dream I had last night. Are we soulmates?”

“That depends,” you joke, smirking. “Are we thinking the same thing?”

“That our world lies in Leona’s wallet?”

“Wow! We really are soulmates!”

It doesn’t occur to you that you’re smiling widely, so dumbly in love, until Ruggie’s ears have flattened on his head and his expression mirrors meekness. It doesn’t fit on his face; you almost fear the reason for the sudden shift when his hand nearly slides out of your grasp, and your smile quickly vanishes. But then he tightens his grip, determined for a reason you can’t yet understand. He looks at you, shoulders squared awkwardly, and clears his throat.

“You know... Soulmates and stuff... Soulmates stay together, don’t they?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Being friends is fine and all. But... Honestly, I think we could try being each other’s world...o-or something like that. Soulmates who’re friends but...beyond that. Like, we do all the stuff we normally do as friends but also as lovers, ya know? Is that too cheesy? I have no idea what I’m even saying.” He shakes his head with a flustered scoff. “Being tongue-tied like this is so not cool...”

You watch him with wide eyes. “No,” you admit in a single breath, heart floating. “No, it’s really cool... I mean, you’re cool—really cool. I love you, Ruggie.”

Ruggie’s eyes are just about the size of plates when he absorbs that last line. “H-Hold on... You...” He squeezes your hand, excitement brightening his eyes. “You’re actually agreeing? You’re not just saying that, right? You can’t get a guy’s hopes up with that and then not mean it.”

“Of course I mean it!” you admit hastily, too riddled with nerves to even think about how awkward you must sound. “I... I’ve liked you for a while, but I never said anything because I didn’t want to make things weird.”

“I didn’t wanna make ‘em weird either!” He laughs in surprised disbelief. “Wait. Were we both on the same page this whole time and neither of us said anything?”

“I... I guess so.”

Ruggie smiles—a genuine smile devoid of deception and trickery—and pries the soaked washcloth from out of your hand so that he can tug you down onto the bed with him. The rag is tossed back into the bowl with a splash. You stare at him while he wraps the both of you in the duvet, his fingers massaging your aching hips. How he knows you’re in pain there, you can’t quite say, but you return his gentle touch with a kiss on his cheek. His ears flick, listening to a sound you can’t hear.

“You really like me, don’tcha? Your heart’s beating real fast.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t contain your love-drunk grin. “Don’t pretend like yours isn’t beating just as fast.”

Ruggie snickers and leans down to press his forehead to yours. “The fastest it’s ever beaten before,” he murmurs.

And isn’t that just the sweetest, heartfelt truth?

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snippychicke · 9 months

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It's Just Business

Part Five: Lifestyle

I don't know when I can get on my computer next, so instead of making you wait I figured I'd just post via mobile. Not as fancy, but who cares, right?

AO3 | Master post

You and Nami split a bedroom, filled partly with items from your old ship and her own items.

It was your first time having a female friend - was it too soon to be friends? - let alone one your age. It was both thrilling and nerve wrecking at the same time, especially considering you were now living together.

"So hey, I have a question," Nami spoke as you settled in for the night.

"Uh, shoot?" You said as you climbed into your hammock, pulling a blanket around you.

"You and Sanji?" Nami asked. "Half the time you two are acting like a couple, the other half you're arguing and he's flirting with me - or any other women in the area for that matter. What's up with that?"

You were still stuck on the whole 'couple' notion that you barely heard the rest of her words. You? Sanji? A couple? "W-we we aren't… no. Not at all."

She tilted her head as she settled into her own bed, a wicked smile on her face. "You say you're not, but your red face says otherwise."

"We aren't a couple," You stated more firmly. "Never have been, and-and probably never will." Ow. You did not expect that to hurt as much as it did to admit that outloud. "We've been friends since we were kids, and were never really around others our age very much, so we just kinda… bonded. In our own little odd way."

Nami hummed thoughtfully, though she still had a faint smile on her face. "How do you feel about him?"

"Is this an interrogation?" You protested as you tried to shrink beneath your blanket.

"Sorta. Girl talk really," She teased. "Apparently it's a thing women do. Talk about our crushes, do each other's hair and nails. Gossip." You frowned at her, a bit uncertain, and her expression softened. "Relax. It's … well, I'm used to the others, but I don't know Sanji or you very well, and now that you're part of the crew…"

She just wanted to get to know you better, and the most obvious thing was probably you and Sanji's… dynamic.

"It's… complicated," You finally answered, deciding to admit some of the truth. After all, it was already clear that you two were not the typical pair of friends. "Sanji's my best friend, my only friend. Between him being raised at the Baratie and me being raised on my parent's merchant ship, neither of us had any other kids to talk to. No matter how much we'd argue and fight we knew no matter what, we had each other."

"But?" Nami hedged as you lapsed into silence, apparently able to tell there was more to the story.

"He's a massive flirt," You confessed, as if that part was surprising. "I've known this for years now, and before it never bothered me." Which was a lie, but it hadn't been too terrible. "He's just a stupid playboy after all. But now it does bother me, and I'm not sure what to do. I mean, I’m following this idiot to who-knows-where just because…"

You loved him. He looked at you with those puppy-dog eyes and you knew whatever he asked of you, you would give him in a heartbeat. Including abandoning everything else and setting sail on a pirate ship.

But you didn't think-- nor expected-- him to care for you the same way. You were thick as thieves, and that was the only reason he asked you to follow.

Nami's smile had faded, sympathy evident in her eyes, making you wonder if she had caught the words you refused to say. "I get it. I'll smack him if he tries to flirt with me, especially in front of you."

You laughed dryly with no humor. "You don't have to. Well. Unless you don't want his attention, then I'll be happy to help smack him until he starts thinking straight. Unfortunately, I think he's quite smitten with you."

Nami shook her head. "After serving Arlong all these years, I just wanna live for myself for a while. I joined Luffy's crew because I wanted to. I'm going to follow my dream. I don't want to worry about any romantic relationships right now."

You smiled softly and felt a sort of pity for Sanji. You knew how much he was pining for the redhead after all. "Then I'll make sure the idiot sees and respects that too."

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You weren't sure how you ended up at the Baratie, or why.

You remembered being pulled from the wreckage of your parent's ship, sitting in front of the Marine Captain Axe-hand Morgan as he tried to draw information out of you. Unable to speak but just staring at the glinting metal of his arm. Remembering the metal of the pirate's swords. The cannon balls as they ripped the ship to pieces around you.

How the dark metal gleamed with the blood of your parents.

You remember the marines leaving you at Shells' Town port when all you had was the bloodied stained clothes on your back. And that was really the last thing you remembered, though you must have somehow convinced someone to take you to the floating restaurant - or maybe you had boarded the first ship that took pity on you, and fate had already decided your fate.

The next thing you knew, you were walking mechanically through the doors of the Baratie. Nemo, the Maître d’, paled when he saw you enter, and abandoned his post to rush towards you and quickly pull you into his arms. You numbly allowed the hug, as well as following him as he led you back into the kitchen. You vaguely remember him saying something, but you were too numb to really pay much attention.

Shortly after entering the kitchen, you were surrounded by the cooks all swearing your name and pulling you into strong-armed hugs. You still felt numb, but finally felt cracks appear in the thick sheet of ice as everyone stated how glad they were to see you. How worried they had been.

Sanji pushed through the crowd, eyes wide before pulling you out of Patty's arms and into his own. Tears finally stung your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his frame, breath hitching as he pressed a kiss to your temple, thanking whatever gods that existed that you were okay.

Then Zeff stole you from his apprentice, his bear hug twice as tight. "You're safe. You're home now," Zeff muttered, though whether to you or himself, you weren't sure. You didn't care, because he was right.

And that's when you broke down crying.

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It was late when Sanji knocked on your door, opening it slightly despite not receiving an answer. "Hey, uh, I saw your light was still on, so I brought some hot chocolate."

"That sounds nice," You managed to mutter, your throat feeling tight despite having stopped crying hours ago. You were still sitting in the corner of the small room, back pressed against the wall for the sake of having some kind of stability to ground you.

Sanji opened the door all the way, careful with the tray of not only hot chocolate, but a plate full of treats as well. You had to admit, him taking a seat beside you on the floor without even hesitating eased the tightness in your frame more than the mug he placed in your hands.

Even when nothing was said for a long time, it was nice to not be alone. To have him beside you, grounding you more than being huddled against the wall ever could.

"I… can't say I know how you feel," Sanji started after a long moment. "Losing parents that loved you. But after the shit I've been through… I can say that things do start getting better again. It takes a while, but I promise it does."

You had heard, of course, of how Zeff and Sanji met - though you still had no idea about any of his life before that. Zeff wasn't his father - at least not biologically - so what happened for Sanji to part from his parents was a mystery.

However it happened, it didn't matter. You rested your head against his arm, hoping he understood what you were silently trying to convey.

Sanji moved, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer to his side. "And until then, you got me, Zeff, the whole crew, okay? You're not alone. You'll never be alone."

"Promise?" You whispered as you snuggled into his side.

Sanji pressed a long kiss to the top of your head, his hand rubbing your arm. "I swear it. No matter what, you got me sweetheart."

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mrsniallhoran505 · 2 years

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Good Morning Austin Girls!

Smutty Sunday theme: sweats (ps there are so few pictures of this man in sweats. It's a shame really!)

Warnings: oral: male and female receiving, grinding, dom sub dynamics, use of the pet name princess, premature ejaculation, light bondage, mommy kink, whiney sub austin (yes this is a warning)

It's never happened to him before, not even when he was a teen. Sure, he knew it was possible but to actually experience it himself had him feeling a bit… small.

It was his first vacation since he started working on Elvis. He wanted to spend it with you, locked away in a private paradise. So he booked Summit Chalet, a cabin up at Big Bear Lake. It wasn't small, given only you and him would be there, but it was private and it was cozy.

After checking in you both found which room you'd want to sleep in, choosing the one with a king bed. Unpacked your bags, got into bed, and slept for a good portion of the day.

When you woke up you both went into big bear town to get some food for the cabin. You also wanted to map out a few activities to do together. Such as skiing, fishing, and maybe some ice skating. Austin wasn't the best on ice but he loved to watch you spin and twirl like a pro. At least in his eyes you looked like a pro.

"Austin, babe? Did you pack the pink silk bag?" You asked while putting away the cereal you bought.

"Can you be more specific?" He asked while he started a fire in the fireplace.

"You know… our fun pink bag?" You gave him a suggestive smirk knowing what the bag contains.

"Oh that bag!" He chuckled and walked up behind you. He wraps his arms around you and kisses your neck. "What kind of vacation would it be without the pink silk bag?" He smirked and gave you a light smack on the ass.

"I hope you didn't look inside and ruin my surprise." You warned. You finish putting away your shopping then go to change into something a bit more comfortable now that the cabin was warming up.

Austin changed into sweats and a zip up hoodie. While he waited for you, he watched some baking show on TV. He must have dosed off because suddenly you were in his lap. Nothing but a dark blue lace covering his favorite parts of your body.

"Austin," you moaned. Your hips rock against his giving you both a bolt of pleasure.

"Y/N, fuck angel, you look so sexy." He groaned, moving one of his hands from your hip to behind you. He quickly undid the clasp on your bra and took it off, tossing it aside. Sitting up he started to kiss and suck on your breasts, focusing on the nipple.

"Austin," you gasped and tugged on his hair.

"Fuck, baby do it again." He moaned, bucking his hips up against you.

"Austin." You moaned repeatedly. It started to sound less like pleasure and more like annoyance.

He pulled back and looked at you, frowning when he saw the annoyed look on your face.

"Austin!" You yelled.

Austin jumped and sat up, looking around a bit confused.

"What? What happened?" Austin asked, looking you over. You weren't in the lace set,you had on one of his shirts and… he wasn't sure since it looked like you had nothing but it could just be the length of the shirt hiding panties or shorts.

"You were saying my name, sounded like you were in pain. But nothing I did woke you up… so I sorta smacked you." You bit your lip hoping he wasn't mad or hurt.

Austin could feel a bit of a sting on his face but it wasn't bad. He rubbed it and it went away so he just smiled and pulled you down on his lap.

"I'm sorry baby… I was just having a nice dream." He kissed you softly, running his hand up and down your thigh. Getting closer to where your legs meet on each pass.

"Yeah? And what was this dream about?" You ask while running your fingers through his hair.

"You." He hummed.

"Me?"

"You were in that blue lace set from our anniversary." He closed his eyes and thought about what you did that night.

It was the first time you took control in the bedroom. You did a strip tease for him, keeping the lace on. He thought that was the extent of the 'kinky' activities. But before the night ended, he had been tied to the bed, edged through four non-ejaculatory orgasms, and learned what a rim job was. All before you properly rode him and came on his cock a few times. Since then, your sex life has really been spicy.

"Austin.. you ok?" You asked, feeling his cock harden against your ass.

"Yeah, just remembering that night." He shifted a bit causing you to rub against him. He moaned softly and gripped your leg a bit tight.

"Which part? The cock ring? The magic wand? The rim job? Or the no touching rule?" You smirked listing his favorite ways to play.

"All of it." He groaned and shifted again. You quickly got off him and moved to sit beside him on the couch.

"Well then baby… let's see if you can be a good boy." You reach under the hem of the shirt you're wearing to take off your panties. "Stand up and put your hands behind your back. Turn." You instructed him before grabbing the scarf you discarded on the couch when you got home. You quickly used it to tie his hands together.

"Face me, on your knees." You smirked and laid back. He looked at you with wide eyes.

"Ba… mama, why are my hands tied?" He pouted looking at your smooth thighs, his hands flexing with the itch to touch.

"Because baby…" you cooed, leaning up to kiss his pout. "you're gonna have to earn using your hands." You lay back and pull the shirt up before spreading your legs.

Austin watches you, his mouth watering at the sight in front of him. He could feel his cock pressing against the edge of the couch and it takes everything in him not to grind against it.

"Can I taste you mama?" He asked, not looking away from your center.

"Not yet, baby." You told him before licking two of your fingers. When they are slick enough you reach down to tease your clit. Moaning softly at the relaxed pleasure you brought yourself.

Austin whined like you were somehow hurting him. He kept squirming, pressing his hips to the couch as he watched you play with yourself. He wanted to do that. He wanted to make you moan.

"Mama, please? I haven't been bad." He whined and tried to keep from moving so much.

"I know you haven't, princess." Is all you said before slowly sliding a finger inside your pussy. You pumped it slowly before pulling it out and holding it up to his mouth. He quickly takes the digit into his mouth and sucks moaning around it. You push your finger a bit deep, just past his gag reflex.

"Such a good boy." You hummed and pulled your finger out and went back to fingering yourself. Austin whimpered and sat back on his calves to watch you. It was torture.

You got yourself close to a climax, ignoring the whimpering boy kneeling in front of you. He was sweating from holding himself back, his cock ached for attention, but he'd be good for you.

"Mama, can I make you cum now?" He whined and fought the urge to just lean forward and dive in.

You sat up and brought your fingers to his mouth. He wrapped his lips around them and started to suck and lick them. You pushed them deeper, slowly inching towards finger fucking his throat.

"My pretty princess." You cooed, making him blush. You slowly pull your fingers from his mouth and kiss him softly. "Make mama cum and I'll think about taking the binds off." You lay back and spread your legs.

Austin leans forward so fast he nearly tipped over but you caught him. Once he was steady again he started to lap at your wet pussy, moaning against you. You laid back and relaxed, letting him do what he wants. He wanted to grip your thighs and pull you closer to him, giving him full access to do as he pleased, but he couldn’t get his hands loose.

“Mama, please untie me.” He begged before pushing his tongue into you and thrusting it. He seems to get pleasure from eating you out so he was a moaning mess. He pressed more against you, allowing him to grind against the couch and get some relief for his cock.

“You haven’t earned it.” You say trying to hold off a moan to sound stern.

He groans against you and uses his nose to rub your clit as he tongue fucks you. He couldn’t do everything he wanted like this but he was gonna give it his all. He dragged his tongue from your entrance to your clit. He circled it before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. You reach down and tangle your hand in his hair and pull him closer.

“That’s it princess, make mama cum.” You moaned and gave in to him.

He let out something that sounded like a growl before placing his tongue flat on your clit and shaking his head side to side. It was the closest he could get to rapid strokes without the use of his hands.

When your legs started to close around his head he dipped lower to push his tongue into you and use his nose on your clit. You cried out his name and came on his tongue. He moaned and lapped at you till you started to push him away.

“Such a good boy.” You pant and look at him. His lips are red and swollen, his face covered in your juices. “Look at my pretty princess.” You cooed and leaned up to kiss him, sucking on his tongue and making him moan.

“C’mon on, stand up.” You waved your hand in an up motion. He managed after a false attempt. You looked him over and decided he was good enough. “Turn around.”

He did as he was told and you untied him. “Thank you mama.” He turned to you and cupped your cheek. He kisses you softly, pulling you closer when you tried to pull back.

“Ah ah baby… be good. Take a seat.” You nodded to the couch. He sat so fast you were afraid he hurt himself with the twist. He looked at you before shifting awkwardly. His sweats were loose and he didn’t wear boxers, but now the sensitive tip of his cock was rubbing against the material and it was toeing the line between pleasure and pain.

“You ok baby?” You smirked seeing how hard he was. He nodded but shifted around a bit.

You looked at his cock before leaning forward and wrapping your lips around the head through the material. Austin let out a shocked moan and quickly gripped your hair.

“Oh fuck mama, feels so good!” He tensed up to try and hold still. You sucked lightly and swirled your tongue around the tip, leaving behind a wet spot. You pulled off and looked up at him. He had his eyes closed tight and the vein in his neck was popping out. He looked so… fuckable.

Before he could ask why you stopped you tilted your head and sucked on the side of his shaft, making his moan again. By the time you were done teasing him his sweats had multiple wet spots all over the crotch.

“Mama, please.” He whined and tugged on your hair. You chuckle and straddle his lap. He quickly grips your hips and kisses you deeply. Trying to distract himself to calm down.

“Breathe baby.” You cupped his face and kissed him softly as you start to grind against him. You barely started before he tried to push you off.

“Fuck, fuck! Oh god no!” He groaned and actually teared up at what just happened. You look at him for a moment before looking down where you were seated a few seconds before. The wet spot where his tip was was now much bigger and Austin was red all the way down to his neck.

“Baby? Did you… Did you just?” You look down and immediately he covered his face and you swore you heard him sniffle.

“I’m sorry mama, I’m so sorry… I tried… but it felt too good.” He looked at you with red eyes, tears falling down his cheeks.

“Hey hey, it’s ok baby. You didn’t do anything wrong.” You cup his cheeks and kiss him softly till he relaxes.

“But… I wanted to make you feel good mama, I wanted to fuck you.” He sniffles. You smile softly and kiss his forehead, then each cheek, tip of the nose, and finally his pouting lips.

“Baby… You can still make mama feel good and when you’re ready to go again, you can fuck mama.” You reassured him. His eyes lit up at that and he smiled.

“Pink silk bag?” He asked.

“Pink silk bag.” You confirmed.

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chaotic-starlight24 · 5 months

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Chapter 5~Night, Laughter, and a Sword

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Some description of play violence

Summary: Just hangouts with the group and a little more information on the new cabin. (Yes, I know it is inaccurate for the Nyx and Hypnos kids to have a cabin since that is kind of Luke's motivation and yada yada, but I need it for plot reasons)

Previous~Next

Tallulah laid out all the sketches so far of the new cabin. Annabeth had helped out with the outside, seeming very interested in architecture. But Tallulah was glad for the company. Alex also helped a lot with the concepts. She was amazing at drawing but didn’t seem to focus much on it as a skill. Then of course there was Luke. Who coincidentally was at her side right there and then.

“Thah wone is sorta…emo.” He muffled, a glazed donut stuffed into his mouth.

Tallulah playfully smacked him on the head, “Don’t talk with your mouth full! It’s annoying.”

Alex appeared in the window and knocked on the pane. She never seemed to use the door.

“Hey y’all! I have some room designs if you want!” She announced with a canvas bag full of scrolls and writing tools.

Tallulah quickly helped her into the room and unfurled the scrolls. There were bed layouts, a stargazing platform, constellation charts, and a hangout area. But something seemed to be missing in that space. Where the beanbags were, the wall was bare. It may not have been the final design, but something needed to be there.

“What about there?”

“Well, I don’t have all the furniture and decor planned out yet. Annabeth just gave me the basic structures.”

Then Tallulah remembered something from her childhood. A fond memory of her and her dad. The late summer nights of June and August, he would usually get out his projector and a white sheet. She would set up blankets and pillows while he hooked it all up. Then they would hook it up to a computer and watch whatever movie they wanted. Some nights they would laugh at their favorite comedies. A big smile plastered on her face as tears rolled down her cheeks. Others her dad would put on sad tragedies. Dabbing his tears dramatically. Some nights they would put on silent films and make the voices themselves. Many of these kids haven’t seen their parents in a while or feel alone. So she came up with another big idea.

“Do you know any way I can message my dad?”

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Of course 2 Hermes kids could find a way to get the message to him. But there was no telling how quickly he could respond. So in the meantime she needed some more input on the designs. But she also had her other activities. Like her favorite, archery. And her least favorite, sword fighting. Sword fighting was fun, but she just had to have Luke as a mentor. It was his passion so he made her train for hours. And it was really tiring. Especially when she had better things to do.

“No! You need to lunge with this foot.” He sighed, demonstrating.

“Do we really need to keep going?” Tallulah groaned, “It’s been like 3 hours!”

“Just a couple more minutes!”

He had said that 20 times now. That wasn't an exaggeration either, Tallulah had been counting.

“All right, one more time!”

“Guess I have to try this time!” Tallulah sighed dramatically.

Luke rolled his eyes and pointed his sword. She lunged forward at him, aiming for his stomach. Luke easily blocked it and attempted to slice at her shoulder. But she ducked and kicked his ankle. Luke drew in a sharp breath of pain but pointed his sword at her neck.

“I’m sorry, did that hurt, Castellan?” Tallulah taunted even though he had the upper hand.

“Well I could have pinned you. That would have hurt.” He smirked.

Suddenly Alex appeared in a tree with a goofy grin, “Woah woah woah there Luke! We don’t need any flirting in this establishment!”

Luke’s face became bright red, “I wasn’t flirting!”

Alex gave him a look that gave the vibes of sure and Luke punched her arm. Tallulah just smiled. She sort of wished she had that sort of bond with someone. But maybe she would now.

“Tallulah! Luke! Where are y’all!” Lou called from afar.

“We’re over here!” Alex called back.

“Oh! You found them!” Mae exclaimed.

“Were they making out?” Lou shouted, crashing through the brush.

“NO!” Tallulah and Luke shouted at the same time.

Tallulah huffed, “I’ve only known him for a week, what makes you think we are so deeply in love?!”

“I’ve read his diary! It’s in my stash of steals!”

Tallulah opened and closed her mouth a couple times while Luke smacked Alex on the head.

“C’mon weirdos, you’ve been training for a while.”

“Tell me something I don’t know!”

“Well it’s bonfire time, let's go!”

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Mae led the songs with her siblings as the bonfire glowed on everyone’s faces. Tallulah didn’t know any of the words but it was fun to see everyone sing together. But soon enough, Luke took her to meet another camper. He had blonde hair that was neatly combed and black glasses. And earbuds in, making it seem he wasn’t focusing on anything around him. But he plucked one out and looked up at them.

“Is this Tallulah?” He questioned, raising his eyebrows.

“Yep! I thought you might want to talk to her about the cabin designs.” Luke explained.

Matthew got up and dusted his pants, “Uh, hi. Name’s Matthew. I’m a kid of Hephaestus and helping with the welding and stuff of your new cabin.”

“Nice to meet ya! I don’t have too many questions, but if you have any, go ahead!”

Well, he had a lot of questions. Tallulah didn’t know one could ask so many! Half of it she just pretended like she understood things like the different types of screwdrivers. Soon enough, her eyes drifted back over to Luke and Alex. A group of girls were talking to Luke, giggling and batting their eyelashes. This seemed like some weird setup in your typical high school rom-com so Tallulah didn’t bother going over to him. If girls wanted to flirt with Luke why should she care? But… Matthew was getting kind of overwhelming. So she said her apologies and walked back over to Alex and Lou.

“I don’t understand why girls are so obsessed with mr. swordfighter! He’s the least cool guy here!” Lou groaned.

“Oh really, then who’s the coolest in your eyes?” Tallulah raised an eyebrow.

Lou went silent and her face flushed red.

“Well? Who is it?” Alex grinned.

Lou whispered so quietly Tallulah almost couldn’t hear her, “Loch Stirling…”

They snickered as Lou crossed her arms and harrumphed. Until Alex pointed Tallulah into Luke’s direction.

“I think prince charming needs some saving.” Alex hinted as Luke seemed to look more panicked than enjoying the attention.

Some of their girls were getting a bit close to him, one even putting her hand on his chest so Tallulah could understand his uncomfortable feelings. So she strided over to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Uh, hey girls. We need Castellan back to settle an argument. If that’s not too much trouble!”

“What, want him for yourself, new girl?” One of the girls hissed, “Well guess what, you have no chance!”

Tallulah took a step back. Maybe she really was in some weird cringey movie.

“Bye girls, I always need to be responsible for these crazy kids!” Luke called out as Tallulah dragged him off.

“That was a bit strange.”

“I know, I know. Thanks for saving me. They can get a bit…handsy.”

“I could tell. They have a lot of confidence that they probably shouldn’t have…”

Luke chuckled and took a seat next to Alex.

Alex gasped, “My dear brother, rejecting the advances of the ladies! I thought I would never live to see the day!”

“Shut up!”

“Nah, don’t feel like it.”

“You really have the annoying younger sister role covered huh?”

“Yep, Annabeth also helps with that!”

As her name was spoken, Annabeth joined them and raised her eyebrow at Luke.

“What’s going on here?”

“Oh, just poking at Luke. He was basically getting run over by girls!”

Annabeth rolled her eyes with a smile, “Him of all people!”

Tallulah laughed as the roasts went on. She wished life could always be this easy. But life as a demigod was about to get very rough.

“Help! Kay Thatcher was dragged away!”

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson show #pjo series #tallulah laflamme #lou-ann hansley #Mae Spade #Alexandria Fleet #luke castellan #luke castellan x oc #percy jackson oc #annabeth chase #original content #starlight's writing

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lovebugism · 11 months

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fictober request

how about Halloween party at the office and modern office romance!steve and reader show up at the same costume (unintentionally)

i switched this up a bit since i wrote something sorta similar earlier, but i hope you like it! this fic occurs a little earlier in the modern!office timeline before steve and r actually get together btw

summary: you run into steve outside of the office after you think he's been with someone else (enemies to lovers, miscommunication, hurt/comfort ish, 1.3k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

You’re already twenty minutes late when you rush out of the cab. It’s not totally your fault, but Robin’s scowling at you anyway. She’s leaning against the dirty brick wall of the Clubhouse that pulses with a muffled bass. Dressed as Indiana Jones, she holds a cigarette between her lips.

“Since when do you smoke?” you wonder in lieu of any actual greeting.

“I don’t,” the brunette shrugs, not even inhaling as she pinches the stick from her mouth. “A pretty girl asked me if I wanted a cigarette, and I didn’t know how to say no.”

“Make sense.” You laugh with a sense of relief that you might’ve gotten out of her berating. The solace comes about one second too early.

“—Also, you’re late.”

“I know,” you groan with your head tilted back. “Work ran late. We had a meeting, I couldn’t miss it.”

“Oh, right. I forgot about your really nice, super cushy job that you love more than me.”

You roll your eyes at Robin’s light-hearted complaint, then beam at her when she stomps out her cigarette. “I love you both equally in different ways. You know that.”

“Uh-huh,” she monotones with narrowed eyes, laughing again when you wrap your arms around her neck. You smack a dramatic kiss to her freckled cheek. When you pull away, she gasps. “Ah! Look! Three o’clock.”

You turn to your right and squint down the bustling sidewalk.

“My three o’clock,” she corrects.

You look to your left, and you’re not totally sure what you’re expecting to find, but Steve fucking Harrington is at the very bottom of your list.

And if seeing someone from work isn’t already the worst thing imaginable, him wearing the exact match of your costume certainly is. His basketball shorts and tank top duo is the Bugs Bunny to your tighter, more feminine Lola Bunny.

The asshole smiles when he sees you, wider when he realizes what you’re wearing.

Though the intrinsic goal of Halloween is to look slutty, you feel very suddenly on display.

“You gotta be shitting be…”

“Well, it’s good to see you, too,” Steve laughs when he nears you.

You whip around to glare at Robin. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Her deep ocean eyes go wide. She blinks at you for several seconds. “I fail to realize how any of this is my fault.”

“He’s your new best friend!” you shout, waving your arm at Steve but talking like he isn’t there. “You knew what he was dressing up as tonight— and you just let me wear this? That, like, breaks all the rules of girl code!”

Her brows pinch together in offense. “Hey. You’re both my best friends, alright? I love you both equally in different ways.”

“Robin!”

“What?”

“It’s not that big of a deal, bunny,” Steve interjects, still laughing with a stupid pink grin on his face. He shrugs and puts his hands on his hips. “I mean, it’s sorta kismet if you think about it.”

“Nope. Nuh-uh. Don’t call me Bunny. We’re not doing that,” you retort with a glare and a stern finger pointed at his chest.

He sighs and tilts his scruffy chin to his chest. “Yeah, I figured. Sorry,” he mumbles under his breath.

“See, this is why I didn’t tell you!” Robin blurts, waving her hands between the two of you. You and Steve turn to look at her and her wide, twinkling eyes. “The sexual tension is practically flowing through your veins at this point!”

The bickering ceases. The silence is filled with a pounding bass and muffled conversations. You and Steve share similar looks of bemusement, but you’re the first to break the quiet. “Yeah, no,” you monotone with the shake of your head. “I’m not doing this all night.”

“Where are you going!” Robin calls when you walk off.

“To get drunk by myself!” you shout back, right before disappearing into the Halloween night crowd.

You’re halfway to the edge of the sidewalk when you hear the shout of your name, drowned out with all the noise. You reach the edge of it, and a warm hand curls around your elbow. You turn around, not surprised to find Steve, even though your stomach whirls at the sight of him.

“Hey. Look. I’m sorry, alright?” he stammers, sincerely apologetic. His softened features melt with it.

You feel bad, so you shake your head to cut him off. “No. Don’t apologize. I’m just being dramatic— I wanted to have a storm-off moment.”

Steve can’t help but smile at you. He bites it back to keep it at bay. His eyes sparkle with every bit he conceals. “Sorry,” he repeats anyway, a laugh sputtering from his mouth. “Leave it to me to fuck something up, right?”

There’s no part of you jumping up to pity your boss’s son. You comfort him by not affirming him and his misplaced feelings of inadequacy. You just cross your arms over your chest and glare up at him until he caves.

“Don’t leave, alright?” he pleads with a sigh. His bushy brows pinch together, like the thought of you being anywhere else pains him. The warm hand on your elbow doesn’t waver. Instead, he holds you tighter. “I’ll stay ten feet away from you all night. I promise. I won’t even tease you about all this.”

You blink at him, totally deadpanned.

“Well, I’ll tease you a little bit— but I think I deserve it!” he corrects quickly after, eyes sparkling and smile widening. “You’re the one that didn’t call me back, remember?”

You run hot with embarrassment one moment, then with fury the next. Your flat face twists with rage as you shove a palm into his chest. “I did call you, asshole!”

Steve stumbles slightly back, if only to appease you. His face swirls with confusion. “What?”

“Yeah. Some girl answered the phone.”

He’d make fun of how jealous you sound if he wasn’t so stumped.

He hasn’t been with anyone since he last saw you. He asked you to call him the night you left, but you never did. You acted like he never even existed. And like an idiot, he kept pining for you — even though he thought you hated him.

Sometimes, he thinks you might. But even if you do, you still tried to call him. And that’s more than enough.

He deflates with the sudden realization. “Oh, shit.”

You exhale a bitter scoff. “Yeah. Oh, shit.”

Steve starts to laugh. You feel a little like he’s shoved a knife in your chest. It’s red-hot and searing, burning the backs of your eyes when tears start to gather there. You blink them away. You refuse to humor him by letting him think you care.

“I’m glad it’s so funny to you--”

“No— It’s not— It’s not funny, alright?” he stammers through his boyish laughter. He grabs you again when you try to walk away, warm hands curling around your arms to pull you back. Your eyes are glassy when they find his pink, lopsided grin and scrunched nose. “Well, I mean, it is kinda funny actually. ‘Cause that girl was my mom.”

Your blood runs cold this time. You forget how to breathe.

“…What?”

“Yeah, she was visiting over the weekend. She said someone tried to call when I was in the shower, but that they hung up before they said anything…” Steve explains, then clicks his lips against his teeth. “Honestly, I probably should’ve figured it out on my own.”

Your eyes fall to your sneakers as you shift your weight on your feet, feeling a bit like a stupid child.

“Yeah,” you mumble with a shrug. “It’s all your fault, basically.”

Steve’s grin widens. He steps closer to you, chests brushing with every breath. “I’ll take the blame if you come inside and dance with me,” he offers with a childlike hope brightening his features.

You go back to glaring at him. He’s used to that by now. Being fake mad at him is basically your love language at this point.

He caves with a small huff. “Okay, I’ll take the blame if you just come inside. How about that? We can figure out the dancing situation later.”

You’re beaming again.

And so is Steve. ‘Cause he knows you’ll be all over him later — on the dancefloor and when he takes you home.

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #st drabbles #stevie drabble #event: fictober!

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chidoroki · 11 months

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Tokyo Revengers S3EP7

aka: "let's get ready to rumble"

Damn, Izana beating up every big name gang leader, even that one Ikebukuro dude who oversaw the Valhalla vs Toman fight.. up until Kazutora knocked him out anyway.

So Shion’s responsible for sending Mitsuya and Smiley to the hospital.. how rude of you sir. Also kinda bummed that happened of-fscreen, I was sorta looking forward to see Shion fight a little bit finally.

Oh I just noticed Koko standing around nearby too in his new Tenjiku coat.

Aw the poor boy, look at him all hurt still. At least he didn’t look too thrilled to be there.

Sanzu! Another one I wanna see fight so badly! Show me why the fandom adores you!

Oh I bet all the Ran fans went nuts over that close up zoom of him.

For a brief moment, I thought Toman was pulling up wearing some huge sunglasses til I realized that’s just some serious looking shadows over there eyes.

Now I understand the gang driving up to the pier was evident at the start of the OP, but was including Mikey and Draken towards the end just there for theatrics or are they really gonna show up later on after losing Emma?

Pfftt wait a damn minute, Koko has cuts and bruises on his faces a little while ago, but now when we’re taking a look at everyone lining up, his face is all healed? What witchcraft is that.

For real, Kisaski sitting back all the way high up on the containers.. c’mon down and fight ya coward!

Yo yo hold the fuck up.. there’s that many Tenjiku members?? They’re like ten times the size of Toman here. Good lord..

Oh if they’re starting one vs one with Shion, then Angry has gotta take revenge for his bro. I’d say Hakkai but he got enough attention last season.

I’ll be damned, it’s Peh who stepped up!

Ain’t no way he took out Shion with a single punch?? I mean I’m thrilled if that’s the case but the dude was talking such big smack and got knocked out so quickly?? Hilarious!

Pfftt leave it to Takemichi to headbutt a guy first before even thinking of using his fists.

Peh is basically using Tenjiku’s men as weapons the way he’s flinging them about!

Hakkai punching ‘em down head first all the way to the ground as always. Ya love to see it.

Chifuyu being best boy and coming in with a swift kick to save others.

Even Izana is acknowledging how weak Shion is. That must hurt.

Holy hell.. I should’ve expected Izana to also have fearsome kicks like Mikey. He sent Peh flying.

Damn straight Chifuyu!! I was waiting for him to come kick the shit outta Mochi!!

Oh boy, Ran vs Hakkai and Rindo vs Angry. Let’s go y’all!

Of course that leads Takemichi to face Kakucho. We saw this coming. Though I haven’t a clue on who Sanzu and Mucho will spare with. Inui and Koko are probably gonna throw hits at each other too.

Okay, yup, there he goes getting a surprise hit on Inui. And Koko’s face is shown to be all beat up again like that one scene from a while ago didn’t exist.

Wait, Akane? Who might that be? And why are they important to Koko to need so much money?

Koko has to accept that Inui isn’t Akane..? Surely we’ll get more of this backstory next ep.

#tokyo revengers #episode reaction

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sunnyoncesaid · 9 months

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going to be blogging my adventures on tumblr like it’s 2014 again!

but today a guy in my theater class asked me for a high five and i gave it to him… in the face. cuz thing is he was behind me while I was rehearsing lines and i tried to turn around to give it to him but i just had to smack the ever living fuck out of him.

it was so accidental and i was crying because i gave him a fucking swollen eye but turns out he was a pervert so! he’s been flirting with a bunch of my girl friends unwarrantedly and just being a creep in general so i did the world a favor

but like really I’m an orange belt, i started karate seven months ago, I’ve accidentally hurt like three people. by the time I’m a black belt I’ll probably have committed homicide twice

funniest shit was that i felt so bad about accidentally smacking him and people kept asking me if my hand was okay. nobody gave a shit about that dude 😭 if that dude is reading this holy shit i’m so sorry but you might’ve sorta deserved it!

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svtdarlingbby · 2 years

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Seventeen reacts to their s/o's cat hating them

Ok I just randomly had this idea and have to write it down lol! hope you guys enjoy, I had a lot of fun writing this

Seungcheol:

when your cat hissed and ran away from him he felt almost hurt omg

"What did I do wrong??"

wants to give your cat some space but also wants to befriend it asap

gets scratched

takes that as a hint to not bother the cat

when you two are cuddling on the couch the cat will scratch him just for being too close to you

"WHAT DID I EVEN DO??"

since then he side-eyes the cat every time he sees it but still loves them because he knows your cat just wants the best for you lol

Jeonghan:

as soon as he walked into your place, your cat gave him an angry meow

tbh Jeonghan was just amused at how angry your little cat sounded

"Wow Y/N, it sounds just like you when you're angry"

that earned him a playful smack from you

makes weird faces at the cat whenever its around for some reason

"Stop bothering the cat Jeonghan!"

"What? It's giving me a look..."

your cat has just been staring him down since he's arrived lol

eventually he warms up to the cat

but the cat still doesn't like him lol

your cat goes as far as attacking Jeonghan's leg but Jeonghan simply lets it attack him

"If this makes it feel powerful then who am I to take that power away?" he says as the cat continues to grab his leg lol

Joshua:

he looks forward to meeting your cat ever since you told him about it

but as soon as they lock eyes with one another your cat runs away

"Noooo where are you going?" he asks as he looks for the cat

this makes the cat hide even more

basically your shy cat will not be out in the open if Joshua is present

"Y/N, pretend I'm about to leave and let's see if the cat will come out."

"Josh, do you really think you can fool my cat?"

you guys try out his plan but your shy cat can still smell his presence

he feels bummed initially that your cat won't warm up to him

but eventually he turns it into a joke

"Here's Joshy!" he'd yell whenever he'd come over causing the cat to run away

honestly your cat actually appreciates the warning sign to hide

Jun:

I just know this man will be hurt and offended when your cat doesn't like him

will do ANYTHING just to pet your cat

doesn't care if he's scratched, hissed at, or bit

just wants your cat's love okay

"Y/N whyyy does it hate me??" he'd sulk :(

"Maybe you smell weird"

uses that as an excuse to cuddle so your cat will be more familiar with his scent lol slick

ofc you agree haha but still it doesn't work your cat still hates him

eventually sorta gets over it but still wants to one up the cat for jokes

"Okay (cat's name), you win, but just so you know, Y/N loves me more!"

Hoshi:

seeing as this man literally thinks he's a tiger, he thinks he and your cat will be the best of buddies

he was dead wrong

as he tried to pet your cat he was given a scratch in return

acts all dramatic and sulky

"Y/N it scratched me" he sulked as he showed you the new scratch on his hand

you feel bad so you baby Soonyoung and give him a bandage and a kiss

Soonyoung still didn't learn his lesson to back off

constantly annoys your cat omg he can't take a hint

it kind of becomes a playful game at this point

you cat tries to attack him and he attempts to dodge

at this point you learn that cats can beat tigers lol

Wonwoo:

oh boy

prepare for this man to be the sulkiest baby when your cat doesn't like him

we all know how much Wonu loves cats and seeing your cat hate him makes him feel all the emotions

he feels offended, hurt, betrayed even but internalizes those feelings lol

he tries to get your cat to like him with new toys and treats but he got no love in return

sometimes you'd just be cuddling and he'd go

"Y/N why does (cat's name) hate me?"

honestly you have no answer

despite this, throughout your relationship Wonwoo will keep doing anything to win your cat's love, even if he gets hissed at :,)

Woozi:

tbh he totally understands where your cat is coming from when it hissed and ran away from him

he won't tell you he feels slightly hurt tho

tries to play it cool

"Oh (cat's name), nice to-"

*cat hisses and runs away and hides

"...not see you."

his reaction just makes you laugh

you're low-key kinda glad your cat doesn't like him

because that means Jihoon will pay more attention to you lol

DK:

he's always been more of a dog person, but mannnn was he smiling thru the pain when your cat tried to smack him

kinda taken aback at first cause animals usually love him

but then he's worried if he did something wrong

"Oh my gosh Y/N did I scare your cat?? I am so sorry I-"

"Seokmin all you did was just stand there"

you explained to him your cat takes time warming up to people

surprisingly gives your cat enough space

but your cat is a little evil and stares him down constantly

ESPECIALLY when Seokmin is a little too close

he's lowkey more scared to be near you around your cat than your parents!

Mingyu:

another dog person, is absolutely offended when your cat tries to claw at his beautiful face

"DID YOU SEE THAT Y/N??"

since that day forward, your cat and Mingyu have developed a love hate relationship

Mingyu loves that you love your cat and loves the way your cat curls up to you

he's also super jealous of the fact that a goddamn CAT is stealing you from him

he'll playfully stick his tongue out at your cat whenever it comes into the room

you once asked him why he did this

"idk I'm establishing dominance or something"

Minghao:

animals and babies love this guy so when Hao finds out that your cat of all animals hates him he is BAFFLED

wonders where he went wrong when your cat hissed at him

lowkey really hurt aw

googles how to befriend a cat and tries all the steps but your cat is too busy being a hater

after nothing works, he tries to brush it off like he doesn't care

"Fine then (cat's name), be like that"

his eyes light up when he thinks your cat is about to warm up to him only to be fooled when your cat tries to attack his foot

still has hope that one day your cat will love him the harder he tries not to care lol

Seungkwan:

he's sooo eager to meet your cat but is bamboozled when your cat darts away suddenly

assumes that your cat is shy, so when he goes to look for it he is met with a hissy cat

his hand has never retracted faster lol

"WOAH!" he says with widened eyes

you laugh at the sight before you as your drama king of a boyfriend rambles about how his hand could have been severed

Seungkwan tries to give you cat a second chance by trying to play with it with toys

that turns out to be a big failure when your cat just looks at him like he's crazy

rolls his eyes and becomes a little sulky and jealous once he sees your cat act nice to you lol

"Hello!? I'm right here!" he jokes as your cat gives him a death stare

lowkey stays scared of your cat lol but hopes that the cat will warm up to him

Vernon:

he LOVES cats!! he's so happy to meet your cat

until your cat tries to attack his hand

"Oh god! Chill!" he exclaims as he pulls his hand back

reassures the cat that he's not an enemy and won't hurt it

your cat is having none of that as it sassily walks away from him

"Well I can see where your attitude comes from..."

"Hey!"

he still wants your cat to love him so he even goes out of his way to buy toys!

your cat won't play with the toys with Vernon but he'll play with you

he feels a little sulky but as a cat lover he knows that some cats are just moody

has a lot of faith your cat will eventually befriend him, but who knows when that's gonna happen?

Dino:

upon meeting your cat, he thinks its an absolute angel until it lets out the unfriendliest meow he's ever heard

he's left agape as your cat darts away

"Uh...did I say something?"

for some reason your cat always gives Chan the death glare or a side eye

poor Chan is just confused why your cat hates him like???

initially he felt kinda offended but once he realizes your cat won't change he'll playfully go along with the cat's act

if your cat decides to give him the death stare guess what?

Chan is now giving it a death stare

thus the stare off begins

tbh their whole relationship is just stare offs

you hope your cat will one day fall in love with those kind eyes the way you did

but with your cat, anything goes.

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ronearoundblindly · 2 years

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For steve when the reader is sick not like a cold sick but more of s long term sick and hes all fluffy and caring and loving and supportive

I'm extremely nervous about this one, but I tried. I promise, I really tried.

Warnings for hurt/comfort sorta, angst sorta, no specific mentions of what is wrong, oof--no editing, and then I just ran with some fluff...my version of fluff, I should say... ~1.3k

In Sickness and In Health

“Steve, stop fussing.”

“I’m not fussing. I’m making you food.”

“In that way. You are making food in that way that says you’re treating me like an invalid.”

“Everyone eats, sweetheart.”

“But everyone isn’t—“

“So you’ll be wanting a lemonade with this, I think,” he practically yells over you before you can name it again.

He can’t stop. He’s too proud or too petrified or something, but he hasn’t stopped for an instant. Not in weeks. No missions. Maybe two meetings. He helps you—unnecessarily—get ready for work and wind down when you get back. Every damn day.

It’s very cute and sweet and completely infuriating because he knows. You’re annoyed and feeling so overwhelmingly cared for, simultaneously flattered and exhausted by the idea that you maybe haven’t earned this level of care. All you did was fall ill. All your body did was fail you. The whole thing has been a tough pill to swallow.

You want to be grateful for Steve and all his…Steveness, but damn it, you also just want to feel like the same person you were before, the same person you might be again. Maybe. Except nothing is guaranteed, so it feels like you need to earn getting better even though there’s nothing that you did to lose the privilege of being alive. How do you make something right when you never did anything wrong?

“Don’t give me that face,” he grumps, sautéing something that should smell yummy but only makes you frown harder.

You lean against the kitchen counter and stare—pout really—arms crossed over your chest. No matter how much he feeds you, you’ll start losing weight soon. It’ll be obvious. You’re sure you’ll see that tell-tale change in the way he looks at you. You’re trying to prepare for that day, and it’s too hard to savor these moments when it should feel supportive and loving and normal.

“What face?” Obviously, you fucking know what face you’re making.

“If you’re going to stand there and look like that, at least pour me a drink, too.”

He’s gonna do that thing. That super annoying thing where he makes a satisfied ‘ahh’ sound after tasting a refreshing beverage. You know it’s coming, but you fill the glass with the lemonade that Steve made yesterday (during nearly this exact same conversation) and hand it over.

“Ahh,” he sips and smacks his lips dramatically.

You land halfway between punching him and smiling, so it’s a smirk and a gentle fist-bump to his arm.

“There she is,” he croons. “Now grab a plate.”

“You’re not eating?” Way to make you feel more like an invalid, Steve.

“No,” he argues, tilting some extra liquid off into the sink before transferring the dish, “we are sharing. In bed.”

Well. You’ll be damned. Steve Rogers loathes food in the bed.

He’s cute. That little shit is cute as he insists you tuck yourself between his legs and prop up against his chest. He takes turns with you: him feeding himself, him offering you a bite, you forking your own delicious mouthfuls in, and him asking for a bite without lifting a finger to do it himself.

He insists—as he’s done every night so far—that you two watch your favorite show, or listen to that book on tape you’ve been meaning to start, or play that new album from one of your most beloved artists. Steve just…adores you as if it’s no big deal.

You should love that the world centers around you, right? But it feels weird. It feels wrong in some way.

“I can’t take this anymore,” you finally break to him. “Seriously, you’re either acting like nothing’s wrong or that I’m fragile or both…which is just—“ you toss the plate onto his bedside table and wave your hands about, already tired (but you won’t admit it) “—how are you doing both of those things at once?!”

Steve’s eyes soften as if frowning, but his lips still turn up. He’s made of juxtapositions in every way: old and new, tender and strong, smart but naïve, a rock-hard teddybear.

“Sweetheart, I had an actually laundry list of things wrong with me for my entire life…up until I didn’t. And I may have been sick but it was still my life for a long, long time. I couldn’t just…do nothing. Buck and I were kids, ya know, teenage boys, so he made me do everything he did, exactly as much as he did. He wouldn’t coddle me—hell, he put me in way more danger than my ma ever knew about—and I still got in—“ his eyes go wide “—a lot of fights. A lot of fights which I had no business surviving, honestly.”

“Did all of it anyway.” Steve shrugs. “I’m just doing things with you that I love doing. I want you to live right now as much as I want you every day after this. Please don’t take your time away from me, too.”

Steve cups your face in his hands. “And yeah, I expect you to fight me on this. I fought Bucky tooth and nail for years. I know it feels like you have no control. I know it’s easy to lose sight of the point to anything, to everything.” He releases your face only to sweep his arms around your waist and pull you close, chin tucked over your shoulder so your cheek rests on his soft hair. “I also know that it’s incredibly hard to deny the good stuff when someone follows you around with it and shoves it in your face whenever possible.”

Steve showers your neck with kisses that tickle ferociously, sending you leaning back into him with your full weight, giggling and sighing until he’s had his flirtatious fill.

“A lesson from Bucky?” When your body stops weakly flailing, you feel boneless in a good way for once.

“You know it. That jerk,” he mumbles. “We can do different things. Whatever you want. Just let me still be here, please.”

It’s serious. You know he’s being so serious, but he has to understand. He says he understands. Everything outside your front door is about treating, coping, adjusting, accepting. In here, Steve is pushing normalcy, one thing you want but that feels so out of reach.

“So…by your example,” you tease, dipping your eyes to where he holds you firm, “I should keep picking fights.”

He purses his lips and clears his throat. “I’d prefer you didn’t.” He lightens when that gets another smile out of you. “You should let me love you.”

Steve rolls a finger down your face. “My whole life with you is on borrowed time. I should have been dead for years by now, but everyday I get this—“ he reaches down to thread his fingers through yours “—with you. And yes, sometimes I feel like I’m cheating time, and sometimes I wonder…what would happen if I weren’t here. The only thing those thoughts ever remind me of is that I am here though.”

He leans forward to place a gentle kiss to your lips.

“And you’re really cute when you’re grumpy.”

“Oh, I see,” you mutter into his lips, “you think you can keep being noble about this until I give in to you?”

He’s deliberate and languid in his physical reply, taking his time to adore every failing muscle in your fatigued body, but recovery or not, Steve never wavers.

“Yes, dear,” he whispers softly. “All day. Everyday. Over and over again.”

It’s the same love he showed you before. It’s the same love he’ll show you forever, however long that may be. For either of you. For both of you. Together.

[Light Masterlist; Main Masterlist]

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #fanfic #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fanfiction #fluff and feels #fluff and romance #hurt/comfort #angst #ro answers

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miekasa · 3 years

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mie.. i’m going into another eren phase.. so can you pls tell me your fav boyfie eren hcs…

Yeah, why not. I have so many random ones because he is my boyfriend <333 so here you gp

sfw

Eren doesn't actually work out all that often. He’s always been athletic, so his exercise comes in the form of playing sports, but he doesn’t really go to the gym outside of playing/practice.

Loves cake pops, more often than not “treats himself” to one after an exam or assignment, or whenever he feels like it lmfao. He basically eats it all in one bite, keeps the stick in his mouth to fidget with until he finds a trashcan.

Likes seeing you in his hoodies because, well, it’s his hoodie on you; but mostly because of the size of the actual hood on you. He thinks it’s so funny but also pretty cute how the hood alone swallows you up.

Grocery shopping with you is one of his favorite activities. He rarely goes by himself—if not with you, then with Mikasa or Armin—and all he really does is follow you around the store and occasionally put some stuff in the cart, but he still loves it. He likes running and then jumping on the cart like it’s a scooter.

No matter how many makeup tutorials he watches, or how many times he watches you do your own makeup, he doesn’t really understand how it works lmfao. He likes watching it, and he thinks you look pretty if wearing makeup is your thing, but he baffles him how a little tube of concealer brightens your under eye.

Speaking of which, he sits criss cross applesauce either on your bed or on the toilet if you’re in the bathroom, while he watches you do your makeup. Counts the steps in his head, always confuses the contour and bronzer. It’s okay, he’s learning.

He both likes and dislikes FaceTime. He likes the convenience of it (and will abuse it by calling you even tho you’ve just barely left his house), but he would much rather just go and see you; so he does. Unless there’s something keeping you apart, Eren will make the effort and the trip to go and see you, even if it’s late at night.

He gets warm very easily, but always has some sort of coat/outerwear on him, even if it’s just a light windbreaker. He usually ends up hanging it over your shoulders or telling you to wear it because you “look cold” when he wants to take it off.

He walks just like a half step behind you; technically still by your side, but trailing you by the tiniest amount. That way he gets to be with you and watch you, and also steer you away from anything/anyone else he sees ahead while you’re walking.

If he notices your shoelaces are untied, he gently pokes your shoulder to get you to stop, then bends down and ties them for you.

His phone case is brown leather, and has your initials engraved at the very bottom in a very tiny, dark green font.

Likes walking around with you at night so congrats on having your own personal guard dog for Safety lmfaoo. Sometimes you guys don’t even talk; he just wants to hold your hand and wander around, and just be with you for a little bit.

He is the one putting hair ties on YOUR gear shift and around YOUR wrist. Marking his territory lmfaooo

Learns to like coffee in college, and learns your Starbucks order pretty quickly. He’s got a very small addiction, but he always buys you a cup when he gets his own, so at least it’s beneficial for you. He doesn’t usually have much an extreme sweet tooth, but he takes his coffee with quite a few pumps of syrup and/or sweetener.

Eren loves hugs, and once he starts getting them, he refuses to go with out them. Back hugs are his favorite, whether it be you hugging him from behind, or him doing it to you; either works for him, both feel like heaven.

You know when it’s time to head home after a party/hanging with your friends because Eren will drape himself over you and gradually apply more of his body weight the more tired/drunk he gets. Regardless of whether or not he’s sloshed, he’ll still press very light and innocent kisses onto your neck and ears.

Turns out he really likes getting kisses on his cheeks. It always takes him by surprise; his eyes widen and his eyebrows raise just a bit, but he usually evens out his expression before you pull back, so you don’t see. What you do see is the sorta glazed over, happy look in his eyes, and if you look closely, you might see his pupils dilate, too.

He actually doesn’t mind reading, he just never thinks to read in his free time. When he does remember, and what he’s reading is interesting to him, he finishes the book pretty quickly—a few days, maybe a week at most—it’s kind of impressive. Then he goes on to not look at another book for a good five months lmfao.

Asked you what detergent and fabric softener you used on your sheets, then bought the exact same products to do his laundry with.

He picks you up pretty often. It’s not always tossing you over his shoulder, or carrying you bridal style, but if he needs to get to something behind you in the kitchen he’ll just. Just pick you up, turn, plop you down, get what he needs, pick you up, turn around again, and plop you right back into place. Like a doll.

Actually very good and very meticulous when it comes to cleaning. Not a single hard water stain in sight on your dishes. Sparkling countertops and tables, your oven has never looked shinier than when he’s done with it.

Doodles on his notes when he’s bored in class. Doodles on your notes if he’s bored in class and you’re there, too.

He claims to not get jealous easily, but he definitely does. His methods of dealing with it are either to (a) pout (usually only happens when he gets jealous of someone you’re telling him about), (b) find an excuse to pull you away from this other person, (c) be extremely cold to this other person, (d) pretend to be sick/tired/hungry as an excuse for you to be concerned about him/dote on him in front of this other person (this is his favorite method).

Will push your phone down/into your face if you’re laying down using it or just scrolling through your feeds. Thinks it’s peak comedy, always runs away with a little shit grin on his mouth.

He’s always tuned into you, and sometimes physically turned to you, even in a larger conversation with other people around. Finds a way to pull you into the convo if you’ve been on the quieter side, nudges at your side under the table to bother you when you’re distracted, frequently looks at you even if someone else is talking.

nsfw/suggestive

Eren really likes lazy sex, and it’s arguably one of his favorites; and for someone who’s not a morning person, he sure does like morning sex. He does this thing where he wakes up at like eight in the morning, starts feeling up on you, and eventually very lazily fucks you before you even have the chance to say good morning, then crashes and sleeps for another two hours. Sometimes he doesn’t pull out.

Always gets hard when you do try on hauls of the new clothes you’ve bought; whether it be via FaceTime or in person. You could be showing him your new sweatpants, and he’ll still find it sexy.

Can and will find time to grope you whenever possible. Getting water from the kitchen means you’re getting your ass smacked while you open the fridge. Putting on your shoes also means you’re getting your ass smacked when you bend over. Standing around debating on what to wear for the day means he’s coming up behind you to put his hands on your boobs. Doing your skincare routine in the bathroom means he’s got his hands on your hips squeezing at your skin.

Likes being bitten. Will tell you to bite him; he’ll lean down while he’s fucking you, smile wickedly when you grab and claw at his back, and you’re gasping against his shoulder, “Wanna hurt me? Go ahead, baby, do your worst.”

He loves making out with you, even if it doesn’t lead to sex; actually, sometimes, he prefers it that way. You make his head spin just by kissing him, and there’s a special kind of bliss of just rutting against each other without fucking that he loves.

Lovesssss taking mirror selfie’s with you on his lap and your back to the mirror, especially right after sex. Your head resting on his shoulder and he just barely murmurs, “Stay right there, don’t move.” Might start a collection of pics like that.

Tugging on his ear acts as encouragement, but somewhat surprisingly, that sole action doesn’t necessarily turn him on; it doesn’t turn him off, and he likes it, but it’s more... soothing? than sexual to him. What you should do instead is put your hand on the back of his neck/touch the hair near his nape.

He could have done all the work, but will still wrap you in his arms and kiss your head and tell you how good you are, how good you were to him. He really does think you fucked him 9/10 times and takes pride in it too lmaooo

Holds your jaw open with one hand, presses the index and middle fingers of his other hand against your tongue, and watches your spit pool around him. He exhales slowly at the sight, moving his fingers around to coat them evenly before pulling them out of your mouth and separating them; watches a thin line of spit connect them and groans.

Holds you jaw a lot, actually: when you’re kissing, when you’re blowing him, when he’s on top and fucking you, when he’s fucking you from behind, he’ll pull you up with one hand, use two fingers and turn your head to the side so he can kiss you.

It’s him that kinda loses it first most of the time; that gets that fucked out, hazy look in his eyes, that makes everything feel like too much so his head drops to your shoulder and he resorts to biting at your neck to further stimulate you.

Likes sucking on your tongue when you kiss. Falls in love with you all over again on the spot when you do it back to him.

You could just barely put your hands on him and Eren will groan, mutter about how you’re so sexy and how badly he wants to fuck you. Could just lay back with your chest heaving from kissing him and he’s got hearts in his eyes and his dick is hard.

#anonymous #sick and twisted and lovely and precious my boyfriend ladies and germs!!!!!#eren x reader #aot x reader #eren fluff #eren smut #eren jaeger x reader #eren.ask

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sor-vette · 2 years

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III. Lovers, Forever Cherished

• type: Jungkook x reader (+ ot7 x reader)

• genre: fantasy! & vampire! au, (sort of) exes to enemies/friends/annoyances/lovers it’s complicated and they’re stupid

• t/w: blood and blood-drinking, heavy violence and gore, murder, biting, near-death and main character sorta death (don't click off pls), brainwashing, please I sincerely apologize for the smut, this truly is not it but it had to be included..for reasons, smut (rough sex, fingering, creampie, overstimulation, fucking someone into near unconsciousness, oral (f & m receiving), facefucking, cumplay?, manhandling, stomach bulging)

• rating: explicit • w/c: 9.9k

• tagging: @introlxv; @pinkcherrybombs; @leannsw; @ilsan-seoul; @mageprincess7 • dedicated to @mayla548 (sincere apologies that this took way too long to finish)

• main masterlist • series masterlist

• a/n: this came to me suddenly and with a great effort, hope you enjoy, it was not really read through but ehh. You can now tip me on kofi which is not neccesary but is greatly appreciated :)

Keynan sat shivering on the library chair with a glaring Jungkook hovering not a metre away as you pushed the cup of tea towards him. He wrapped it with both hands, blowing shaky air at the steaming surface.

"Are you sure it was Matthias?" you ask.

"Of course, I'm sure. He... had been acting strange, ever since Kayla disappeared. We thought it was because they were hooking up, but this is, this is something else. That day when we..." he falls silent, throwing an anxious glance at Jungkook whose jaw was audibly grinding. "When we...went past you, he was furious. He started yelling, punching shit. He pushed me away and when Ethan stepped in he just started beating the shit out of him. I tried to pull him off, but he threw me against the wall. When I came to it, I heard screaming in the courtyard and Eugene..." he choked and folded in on himself.

"Matthias is no church boy but Jesus fucking Christ, he's lost his mind."

"Did you go to Kang? Or to anyone?"

"I gave an anonymous tip to the police but fuck all it did! They searched his room but they found nothing. I...I didn't try after that 'cause he kept staring at me like he knew I gave the tip, so I just kept quiet. I-I don't want to die."

"How noble of you," Jungkook hissed and Keynan shrunk in on himself.

"My mom's picking me up tomorrow. I ain't staying in this hellhole anymore!"

A sudden bang against the library's door has you all falling silent. Keynan nearly faints on the ground and you yourself barely keep your heart working in your chest and not in your mouth.

Jungkook lazily rises from the chair and traipses towards the doors with ease. The way he moves, languid like a panther and relaxed like nothing could hurt him, further cemented in your mind who exactly your impromptu friend truly was.

With bated breaths, you wait. He rips the door open, Keynan squeals!

Nothing. There's nothing on the other side.

"Unless you want to pee yourself, filth, stop spewing bullshit and get out of here," Jungkook warns, turning the side of the face so Keynan could see the irritated expression and without much discussion, he does so.

"Can I?" he only mutters to you, pointing at the thermos.

"Sure, knock yourself out."

Keynan swipes it and then limps with his crutch down the hallway, leaping every so often at the slightest noise.

"Boo!" Jungkook whispers in your ear, and you jump out of your skin before smacking him and closing the door behind.

"Everything has gone to shit, has it, Dearest," he mumbles, laughing, and you carefully look him over in the faint library light.

He looked extremely exhausted, blue bags hung underneath his eyes and his face had even fallen gaunter. There was almost a palpable sickness clinging around him.

"Staring again," he teased. "How do I look?"

"Terrible," you are quick to admit, and he snorts, fingers playing with the book spines.

"When was the last time you had blood?"

He freezes and the howling wind rattles louder against the window.

"Never as a normal human being," he lies, quite awfully at that.

You scoff.

"Normal human being, my ass."

He makes no indication of moving or stopping the ridiculous charade, so you stomp the library's window, library hinges creaking in protest when you yank it open. The library sat on the third floor, facing not a nice little patch of grass but a steep incline of a rocky hillside. Eyes widening in terror, Jungkook watches you get on the ledge.

"The fuck are you doing?" he bellows.

"Well, goodbye then, normal human being," and without further ado, you fall backwards.

For a second you wonder what would happen if you were wrong. Other than the fact that you would be in great agony, it'd actually be quite hilarious.

Your pondering doesn't last much longer as you hang suspended in the air, Jungkook grabbing you by the waist while his other dug into the wall. You give him a self-satisfied smirk and then find yourself with two feet firmly on the ground.

"Stop doing that!" he screams in your ear and your backside starts to sting. Around strike eight you realize it's because he was spanking you, like a disobedient child. Still, you can't help but bloom in a broad smile. Jungkook was still frowning when you throw your arms around his neck.

"Please, tell me it's you, please, tell me you've come to take me away!"

He stills in your hold then wraps his arms in return, squeezing ever so lightly as if you'd break at any given second.

"I'm back, my love, I'm back."

You sway in each other's hold as you breathe in his scent. Jungkook was, however, holding his breath.

After a moment he pushes you away, eyes closed and a deep wrinkle festering between his brows.

"When did you become certain it was me?"

"Oh, just now."

His eyes tore open.

"You didn't know, and you threw yourself off the roof?!"

"Well, I was convinced for twenty-five percent," you reason and Jungkook stares at you dumbfounded before whipping you around and laying a series of stern, echoing slaps against your ass.

"You're impossible," he grunts and upon any movement shoves you harder against the desk. When your legs start to wobble, at long last he relinquishes his death grip and pouting, you press your hands against the sore spot.

"It stings now," you whine, and he casts you a dark glance.

"Be grateful that's the only thing that hurts."

You want to tease him further but the way he suddenly collapses against the chair washes a wave of worry over you.

"When was the last time you fed?"

He glances sideways.

"I had...a squirrel a couple of hours ago."

"Can you even consume animals?"

He tosses another indecipherable glare.

"Jin sure did a number on your memory."

Hearing this, you gently smack him against the shoulder.

"Why did you make me forget, you assholes?"

"We didn't know Luara was your friend when she stormed the castle! Namjoon was worried that if you'd be taken hostage, they'd torture the information out of you. So he forced Jin to wipe your memories, so you'd be let go or at least would be classified as no use to the coup," Jungkook protested weakly. "Never did we imagine they'd drop you back here, outside our reach."

He shudders in contempt. You hum to yourself to fill the silence.

"What gave me away?" he suddenly asked, pushing a chair towards you.

"Seriously?" you arch an eyebrow, but Jungkook looks on as confused as he was.

"You show up from nowhere, you wear strange clothes," to illustrate the point you wave over the breezy white shirt he had tucked into his leather pants. "And also your habit of sniffing my clothes and my neck. Real subtle."

"I was trying," he grumbles.

"Were you?" you snort.

"Don't make me spank you again," he warns, and you throw him an evil smirk.

"Oh, no, how horrible that would be."

He momentarily smirks, but that is replaced by a pained grimace and he slumps heavily into the chair, jaw tightened.

"You need to eat something. Here," you push a wrist towards his nose

"No," he whimpers out, veins on his neck standing out black now.

"Oh, come on, you're starving yourself to death!"

He opens his eyes, and they stare bold red back at you. Mutely, he reaches to yank the neck of your sweater, tearing it slightly open. It reveals your shoulder on which there stood a patch of discoloured skin. It was jagged and deep and the tissue was elevated creating an ugly scar that would stay with you for the rest of your life.

Jungkook narrowed it down with a stormy expression.

"Who do you think did it?" he asks you, low, regretful. "It wasn't trolls or goblins or witches or any other filth rolling around the dark. It was us," he pushed the flats of his palms against his eyes. "It was us... If Jin did it, what will I do?"

You gently place a palm against his head, carding through his long hair.

"How about just a gulp? Like a teeny tiny little bit?"

He frowns up at you like you're insane.

"Woman, do you have no self-preservation skills?!"

Truth be told, you didn't. If you did, you wouldn't be so desperate to return to them, to stay in school where Matthias wanted you dead. In comparison, Jungkook to you seemed no more than an aggravated cat, growling but doing nothing to harm you.

"Not really," you shrug. "I hate my life here, might as well risk it for a better one."

In a blink, Jungkook's face is centimetres away from yours. Your teeth rattle as he shakes you, hard, face growing unrecognisable. Deep, black veins stretched underneath his skin and his eyes were completely obscured save for the red rings around the dark that was supposed to be his iris'.

"Shut up! Don't say it like your life means nothing!" he snarls. "Your life is precious! How-how dare you to throw it away like that?!"

'I'm not throwing it away, I'm offering it out of my own free will," you amend, staying as calm as possible. Paradoxically, you were not the one afraid.

Jungkook licks at his lips, fangs poking out. The longer his gaze grows fixated, the hazier his expression gets. You find yourself pushed not backwards but rather pulled towards.

"Just a bite, right?" he weakly utters, tone breaking. Sharp claws dig into the side of your arm. It brings back a sense of déjà vu.

He leans in, sneaking one arm to pull you by the hair while licking at your neck.

"Just a bite..."

And the world implodes.

Literally. The sturdy doors of the library shatter, raining down splinters all across the room. Your stolen thermos jangles on the ground as Keynan is thrown through the doors, his neck standing out at an abnormally sharp angle.

His mouth hangs open, and his eyes stare back at you unseeing.

But the worst of it stood on his forehead. Large, bleeding letters of "YOU'RE NEXT" carved into the skin and with a quickly rising bile, you realise that they were most likely created while he was still breathing.

Your exhale creates large white clouds as you're desperately trying to keep up with Jungkook's incessant pace. Your ears still rang when he had simply tucked you over his shoulder and leapt out the window down onto the cliff face. As you glanced back, windows one by one lighting up, like spreading fire, you realized now more than ever there was no going back. Thermos had your fingerprints and the sign would be interpreted as a threat to others, instead of what it actually was - a noose on your neck.

"Quit stalling," Jungkook growled and yanked you by the elbow. You blinked away a few tears and his expression unwound.

"Why are you crying?"

"No reason," you huffed back. "Let's just go."

And go you did but even in the distance you could hear the horrified screaming. Matthias had somehow managed to take even the very last that you had in this world. You now had nothing but the clothes on your back. Nothing. But also Jungkook.

As you gripped his hand tighter, you comfort yourself with that idea. Still, it was hard. The night was cold and the walk treacherous. The undergrowth of the forest often tripped you, hence slowing you down but it was nothing compared to Jungkook. He was slow and weak, breath growing more laboured with every kilometre put behind. In the end, you had to drag him along, support him on your shoulder while he whispered faint, barely audible directions.

Just when you thought your legs will give out, you finally found the obscured robust block of cement Jungkook was raving about. One of the twenty abandoned bomb shelters built during the Cold War, now laying in disrepair.

You laid Jungkook down on the snow, straining to open the metal doors with all the remaining strength you had. They thunked open with an incredibly loud boom that seemed to reverberate through your bones and throughout the whole forest. Uncannily making you think that if anyone was on your tail, you just gave them a clear cut location of your whereabouts. That knowledge pushed you into a frenzied state of terror. Unceremoniously you pushed Jungkook down the stairs and spot a white, rapidly moving blur rushing inside but more horrifyingly an elongated shadow following in its footsteps. You just barely close the door shut, when it thunks against it. You're left completely blind in the shelter with Jungkook not even breathing as you push him behind you, backing away from the door. But the dark only pronounces every sound to a new cataclysmic height. Every rattle of the door's bolt, every petrified squeak of Mr Red, every pause in which there was a pause and a sniffing noise, raised the hairs at the end of your neck. You gripped Jungkook tight, praying like never before. And to miraculous mercy, the creature stopped and soon there were no sounds but the woosh of the wind. You stand rooted to a spot for quite a while. Only when Mr Red nudges at your ankle with a wet nose, do you scream and then finally cautiously relax.

You pad your way blindly through the room. It was fairly small and after a few steps, you feel something soft, akin to a mattress. You push Jungkook on top of it, feeling sick at how lifeless his head lulled around and quickly try to find some source of lighting. Your fingers trace a lamp and more importantly the candlewick inside it. There are matches nearby and after a few attempts, in your shaky fingers there blooms a tentative light. It allows you to move faster and with more precision. Jungkook was laying drenched in sweat and not breathing. As a vampire, he may not need to breathe but he looked...lifeless. He didn't rouse at any of your attempts to shake him away, nor at the proddings of Mr Red. Not even when you pushed your wrist against his lips did he make any indication of movement. Tears began to stream down your neck, you looked around and upon seeing nothing sharp to cut your veins, you smashed one of the lanterns. Driving the glass shard deep into your wrist, you popped his mouth open and tried to pour as much as you could. When he didn't wake even then, you collapsed on his chest, pressing your bleeding wrist into his mouth.

"I gave it to you, of my own free will..." you sobbed. "How dare you reject your own life for the sake of mine?!"

Pain. Paralyzing pain erupted all over your hand as it was gripped and a pair of fangs stuck into your gaping wound. Terrifying, low snarls came from Jungkook's mouth as he fed with abandon.

"But I don't feel anything," you frowned, tenderly touching the rapidly healing bite mark on your shoulder. You sat on Jungkoo's lap, bathwater steaming all around. He reached to touch it as well, carefully prodding at the bite. You hissed at the sensation but it felt more like a paper cut than a serious wound.

"It's the venom," he explained, lazily leaning back onto the marble edge, broad expansive chest on show.

"It lulls you into not feeling any pain, in order to keep the victim subdued and increase the feeding time. The only time the venom doesn't course is in extreme cases."

"Such as?" you ask as tugs you closer, your breasts squeezing against his chest.

"Don't know, fatigue, starvation. Though don't need to worry about that, do we?" he wiggled his eyebrows and playfully nipped at your neck.

Didn't need to worry then, perhaps, but now... It wasn't the same pleasant haze that settled upon your senses like a heavy dose of anaesthesia that you were familiar with before even in the back of your mind. It felt every bit what it was, teeth like razors sinking into the soft of your wrist and blood being forcibly pulled out of it. You whimpered softly to yourself, braving the pain as best as you could. Becoming increasingly light-headed you tried to pull away. After all, you had offered for Jungkook to drink, seemed slightly silly to back away now but the gnawing worry persisted - the worry of was he even in there to stop when needed?

Feeling the slight struggle, Jungkook growled and preemptively tightened his hold. You tried to instead push his head away but he would not budge. The pitiful slaps of your hands did nothing, didn't even make him blink.

"You're going to kill me," you whispered laying your head down on the dusty mattress. You felt so weak, nausea and vertigo occupying every single thought in your brain. You just wanted to rest. As your mouth hung open, desperately pulling the air that seemed to be not present in the room, the pain abruptly ceased.

Your head lulled on the side and he caught it, eyes wide and unfocused chin dripping in your blood. But he was back, the fear on his face told you as much.

"See? I told you," you smile faintly, lying. "You wouldn't hurt me. Not all the way."

When you come to it, your head is caught in a vice, pounding away at every heartbeat. You clutch at it, trying to alleviate the pressure but to no avail.

"Give it minutes ten to fifteen," a quiet, seething voice orders. Jungkook's quiet and seething voice. He sits in the faint light of the lantern, situated by the table, wood creaking as from a slab or unrefined branch he was carving out a stake. His jaw was clenched, and he spared you not a single glance.

"You're alive," you sigh in relief, but Jungkook doesn't echo the same sentiment.

"And so are you," he snarls. "Miraculously."

"Don't start -"

The stake is thrown against the wall where it bounces back and rolls onto the floor. Mr Red, who previously had lied on your chest unperturbed, scurries off.

"What the hell were you thinking?! Do you know how close you were to dying?!"

"Or how were you?!" you yell back and for a second Jungkook seems almost startled; you never had yelled at him before.

"All this talk about how precious my life is, blah blah. What about yours, huh?! Why am I not allowed to feel appalled by you being in danger?! Why am I not allowed to help?!"

He stares at you back, eyes dark and reflecting the candlelight. He looked like a proverbial Devil, but you happened to love sin more than virtue.

"You're -"

"Human?" you interrupt before squeezing your eyes shut and lowering your pulsating head onto the mattress. "If you're going to keep saying dumb shit, then shut up."

He exhales, fuming but tempered like a bull trying to reign in his tantrum.

"You're the most precious thing in my life," he finishes at last, resolute.

"So are you," you mumble, "but I'm not allowed to show it."

You feel his hand on your head rather than hear his steps approaching near.

"Does it hurt a lot?" he questions, tone softening.

"What do you think, genius?"

A pregnant pause lingers in the air before Jungkook stretches a bleeding finger underneath your nose. You glare at him.

"What do you want me to do here?"

"Suck on it."

Your glare grows even more unamused. Jungkook sighs.

"You know what I mean."

You put his finger in your mouth, shuddering at the iron-like taste of blood but lo and behold, the headache does retreat.

"Are we safe?" you ask wiping your mouth clean and for the first time noticing that he too was clean, though his shirt remained stained with blood. It popped starkly against the white fabric.

"For now. The school is in an uproar but the Lycan is nowhere to be seen, and I couldn't smell anything."

You sit silently for a bit until you realise he was standing as far away as possible, nearly moulding himself into the wall.

“Are you…are you trying to get away from me?”

His eyes widen and he swallows.

“No,” he replies, clearly lying.

To rest out your theory, you get out of bed and take a step forward. He nearly bashes his own skull, desperately drawing back into space that did not exist.

“You are still hungry?” you ask, worried, but Jungkook avidly shakes his head.

“No. Not like that.”

“Then what?”

He glances away, lips thinning.

“Oh, you’re…excited.”

He breathes a deeply suffering exhale.

“You don’t have to sound so happy about it.”

“Whatever do you mean,” you purr, blooming into a broad smile. It is not reciprocated.

“I’ll have you know that it is a perfectly normal reaction to feeding.”

“Of course, it is.”

“And I’m not -”

You brush your hair away from your neck and stretch it to the side. His eyes remain glued there.

“- I’m not some kind of mindless beast,” he weakly continues.

“Whoever said that?”

He was subconsciously leaning forward, gripping the bunker wall for some restraint.

“I can control myself,” he wearily finishes, and you sagely nod along.

You agreed to wait until the break of dawn to leave and out of four remaining hours two had already passed. And Jungkook was suffering. This was hell, he imagined or better yet - purgatory. Cleansing him, taunting to sin. While the fear of losing it and killing you was still strong, thrumming with every pseudo beat of his dead heart, he had not lied when he told you about the natural reaction. It was, however, more of a causality of feeding on you specifically. He tried his best to summon the vilest and most unpleasant images he could muster, but his body, after nearly a hundred years of being deprived of your blood, was desperate for more. More blood, more pleasure, more you. He recalled you once laughing, saying that he’d Pavlov’d himself and while he did not understand what it meant, he figured he had.

You were sitting idly by, careless as ever, often tracing a lone finger down your neck that trailed lower and lower…Jungkook dared not to look.

“You okay?” you ask, full of mirth.

You’re laughing. He’s suffering and you’re laughing.

He wanted nothing more than to spank you immobile, driven up the literal wall, but he dared not. One would leave to two, two to three, and he’d be cock deep in you, forcing one high after another. There was an emergency at hand, and it would not do for him to be distracted. Even if the list of “why’s” was rapidly shrinking.

“I’m fine,” he growled through gritted teeth.

“You sure? You’re shaking.”

He was shaking. Slightly sweaty as well. Hold it, just hold it, he ordered himself, but the voice was too meek for his liking.

“I’m getting rather bored and lonely here,” theatrically, you sighed, accidentally sliding the jumper off one of your shoulders.

“Just wait until I get my hands on you,” Jungkook warned, squeezing his eyes shut though it did little damage. He had plenty of memories to seek inspiration from.

“And do what?” you dared and his nails sunk into the steel. “Can’t you control yourself?”

“I almost killed you, woman!”

“Almost doesn’t count,” you amend, smugly.

“I can’t stand you.”

“Sit then.”

His eyes wrench open and he finds you pulling the jumper even lower, revealing the slightest peek of your cleavage. Revealing but not displaying. And he was rather tired of it.

“I wonder how far I can go.”

He watches you adjust yourself to sit on your knees on that piss poor excuse of a mattress and slowly brush your fingers downward.

“Don’t you dare,” he growls, eyes turning darker and darker but it falls on deaf ears.

“Or what?” you slip them past the waistband and Jungkook stops breathing. If he stays away, he loses, if he bends you over and makes you regret your words in tears, he also, somehow, loses.

Shocked into a stupor he holds the wall with his dear life, shaking from head to toe. Even his fangs were again nipping at his bottom lip.

With a soft, keening moan you start to ride your own fingers and if he could produce tears, he’d wail like a newborn baby.

“Mmm…feels lame,” your face contorts into disappointment. “I’d ask for help but I guess you’re not my good boy anymore.”

He swallows hard and mind drawing a blank for a second, releases the wall. He feels himself walk forwards, licking at his itching fangs, mesmerized by the sight.

“I am. I’m still yours, Mistress.”

With eyes closed, your lips curl into a sharp, pleased smirk. Gentle monster, Namjoon called you and he was right.

“Hmm. But do you know what I want, Jungkook?”

“What?” he was a breath away from you, more than half resigned to the cruel fate. You open your eyes and pin him down with a coquettish glint.

“I want a really, really bad boy.”

Should he guess, Jungkook would say it’s your daring that broke the camel’s back but it could also be any number of thousand other things, none of which he cared about.

Gripping your hair, he pulled your face in for a harsh kiss. The skin of your lip breaks and it bleeds into his mouth. He lets out a prolonged moan.

Trembling all over and his skin feeling like a furnace, he grasped the neck of your jumper and ripped it open.

“Wait…no! That was my fav-!”

Fangs on display and eyes blown back into their regressed stage, he grasped your cheeks, snarling.

“Shut your mouth or I’m going to gag you with it.”

He thinks, he hopes this will put a stop to your nonsense, but it doesn't.

"Oh, as if you would," you whine petulantly. "You're too much of a good boy, my kind little vampiric bunny-"

He narrows his eyes at you, gripping your hair just a little bit tighter.

"Don't test me," he growls in your face and to his own exhaustion saw you literally bloom in happiness.

Oh, how much you enjoyed driving him into lunacy.

"Or what?"

He grips your jaw and brings it forth to his crotch.

"Pull it out on your own or I swear to every unholy thing on all existing worlds, I'll tie your hands behind your back and fuck your throat raw."

He actually could swear that for a moment you had the audacity to quirk your mouth upwards in a smile. Still, you complied and he hissed at the feeling of your hands grasping around his length. He allowed you a few quick breaths before hooking your mouth open and sliding it in. Immediately, your eyes closed as you frantically tried to breathe through your nose. Already the muscles in your jaw ached, gag reflex working in overdrive but slowly he slid it in.

"You can make this easy for yourself," he grunted, trying his hardest not to buck up into your mouth as he observed how your eyes watered at the intrusion. "We can go nice and slow-!"

Without warning you plunged your mouth forward, taking him all in and hollowing out your cheeks. Propelled into the high skies, he threw his head back and let out a long, starved moan, hands automatically coming to clutch your head to keep it in place.

Your throat was fighting and the feel of it fluttering around his cock had him shivering and abandoning all reason.

"I actually hate you," he muttered, pushing up into you and for the umpteenth time he could only marvel at your nerve - you simply put a thumbs up in reply, even as tears were streaming down your cheeks and you were gagging at his every movement.

He pushed your mouth further down his length, bobbing it and mindlessly chasing his own pleasure, whilst your nails ripped into the mattress, clawing at it from the lack of oxygen. He pulled himself out of your mouth and you gasped, precum sliding down your chin.

There was a vague faintness in your eyes like already he had fucked you out of all inhibitions.

"Baby-"

"No, you're baby," you counter, voice barely audible and rasping.

His jaw clenched, as his fingers pulled your hair back, forcing your head to tilt upwards.

"Insult or term of endearment?"

"Absolutely an insult."

This time he was significantly less regretful of the sounds you made as he fucked your throat. You yourself could swear you're going to pass out, body falling limp and jaw screaming from the way it was forced open but seeing him so out of control, made you, despite the position, feel good. They did nothing but drive you wild, mad, and all-around crazy, it was only fair you could ebb away at their decorum just a little bit.

Right on the cusp of losing consciousness, he pulled away and you panted large mouthfuls of air, throat screaming from what it was put through.

Jungkook slid your hand down his length, eyes hazed over and switching in between the masked and their true state.

"Open your mouth," he hissed and you did so, at the moment, not wanting any more punishment. He came on your tongue in large spurts and it dripped down your chin.

"Don't swallow."

"Don't?" you weakly echoed, still getting your bearings, battling a sudden bout of dizziness.

"I like the mess," he explained in a growl, watching you brace yourself on your arms, panting and spent, his cum dribbling down your tongue.

“Get on your back and spread your legs.”

You threw him an exhausted glance but the way his face stood stony and resolute, there was no arguing to be done. You hadn't just pushed his buttons, but broken them, smashed them into little pieces, threw those pieces out the window and let the earth consume them. You did as he ordered but for Jungkook, it was still too slow. Yanking you closer, he forced your legs open, diving in without hesitation.

“You’re…you’re being…too rough,” you chided.

“If you want this, you’ll get all of this,” he grunted back, simultaneously plunging his fingers in your pussy and his fangs into your inner thigh. Your walls were quivering, trying to somehow deal with the intrusion. As you tossed your head back, a broken whine leaving your mouth, his other hand tapped away. Five, he would go no more than five and then the feeding would stop. While incredibly hard to do so, he did pull himself back, licking at any stray droplets of blood, turning then back to suck on your clit. You crashed unexpectedly for both of them, walls squeezing his fingers, hands pulling at his hair whilst screaming into the pillow.

“Turn over,” he ordered and your eyes widened.

“Give me a hot second, Je-!”

His growl vibrated all the way to his chest and he flipped you over like a ragdoll.

“Now.”

You gulped. One was for certain, you will not walk ever again.

“You’re trying to rip me open here?” you half-joked and Jungkook tugged the hair out of your neck.

“Actually trying really hard not to,” he mumbled, laying a gentle kiss by your ear.

“Promises, promises,” you smiled as he tugged your shaking legs open again.

“You good with this?” he asked, frowning.

“Yeah…just remember that I’m still human.”

“Could have fooled me,” he breathed, pressing one last kiss to your neck before driving his fangs and his cock in. The numbing poison had kicked back in once the initial feeding was done and put you in a state of removed consciousness. Unable to think or move, you could just take and did Jungkook give.

Growling as he drank in a frenzied haze, he pushed all of himself in, forcing your legs apart and into the mattress. You screamed a half-choked sob, unable to cope with everything all at once. He smacked his hips against yours, the aged bed rattling with all its remaining life force.

Once five was counted, he unclenched his jaw, sinking his claws all the way into the metal springs. Soon enough you started shaking, your walls convulsing around him, stretched to the absolute limit.

“Hold on for me, okay, baby,” he pleaded, gently trying to ease the overstimulation by carding his fingers through your hair but it did not help. You twitched and thrashed underneath him, mouth open in incoherent moans.

“Just one more, just one,” he lied, biting in your shoulder again, sitting down on his legs and tugging you along with him. Completely caging you in his arms, he physically forced your body down his cock, harsher and harsher and harsher until his own mind and vision began to blur. You had tossed your head on his shoulder, eyes rolling back into your head, choking on a string of broken gasps. Seeing your stomach rhythmically bulge, he snuck his palm down to press against your stomach.

“Fuck, I can feel myself in you,” he groaned, delirious. “Look what you do to me. I’d do anything for you. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

With a few brutal thrusts, he came inside, shivering and mouthing nonsense against your ear. You have grown still. Worryingly still.

Jungkook leaned over your shoulder, seeing you gasping for breath, saliva sliding down the corner of your mouth. He wiped it away.

“You’re not dead, are you?” he laughed nervously but checked your pulse nonetheless, gently cradling down your high.

“Dude, I nearly did,” you whispered, voice a mere whisper.

“Dude,” he snickered. “Only you would call someone dude who just broke your back.”

When he softened enough, he, as carefully as possible, pulled himself out. Nonetheless, you winced.

“Shit, does it hurt a lot?” he caressed your back, a fresh wave of guilt washing over him as you laid down on your side, trembling from the aftershock.

“Yeah, because you’re a beast.”

He bit the inside of his wrist and pushed it underneath your nose.

“Here,” he put a palm under your head, to help you get up.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but I don’t enjoy sipping on your veins like a Capri Sun,” you wrinkled your nose in disgust, eyes falling shut from exhaustion. Despite it, after a moment of contemplation, when one movement caused a sharp spike of pain flame throughout your spine, you put your lips against the wound, timidly drinking from it. While you fed, Jungkook tried to comb through your hair - unsuccessfully so.

You gagged and pulled your blood-stained mouth away.

“That is so gross,” you shuddered.

“Are you truly okay?” he fretted, worry etching even deeper as he examined the large bite marks left behind, painting your skin red and blue. “I was…I was too much…”

“Yeah but I kind of liked it,” you admitted in a whisper, head falling limp in his arms.

“You’re a freak,” Jungkook breathed out in faint wonder, nuzzling his nose into your cheek, keeping a finger on the pulse of your wrist.

“Says the blood-sucking beast from another reality.”

“So, you know it’s bad.”

Namjoon pulled Taehyung's head down as the blast decimated the part of the rock that previously served as their shield.

"I'm tentatively assuming they do not want us here," Taehyung yelled over the explosions.

Jimin slid to the ground, cowering from the blasts and crashing into Hoseok's legs.

"The gate -" he panted, "the gate is 60 kilometres that way."

The hand he threw encompassed both south and west and north for good measure.

"They're tightening the security because they got a Lycan clan also moving into the territory."

"What the hell is going on?" Yoongi cursed as he picked up a rock and threw it into the crowd, by the sounds of it managing to hit at least one bastard.

"Taehyung mentioned that he smelled a werewolf in his last letter," Jin recounted, deep in thought as shards of rock and pine rained over him. "But he also killed it?"

"There has to be more than one!" Jimin insisted, a worried frown pulling at his face. "The Lycan forces are moving in on the Gate to retrieve someone. Maybe... a master? Perhaps the wolf that Jungkook killed was just an underling."

"As nice as that theory is," Yoongi grunted, pushing Jin out of the blast zone, glaring back at Luara's imperial guard, advancing forth on their territory. "We can't sit here and discuss it further. We need to move!"

"If Jungkook and _____________ come through without our help the Lycans will rip them apart!" Taehyung fretted pulling Namjoon into a sprint.

That is if they're not killed already on the Other World, he thought grimly. As they ran bats scattered from high up the treetops and took a hasty flight.

"What do you mean no?" Jungkook asked, palming at his temples. He maybe not exactly alive anymore but he could swear you were capable of giving him a headache.

"I mean it in the most literal way. We have enough time to go meet professor Wilkins, get the evidence from the roof and then swiftly disappear through the Gate."

"Need I remind you there's still a werewolf roaming around," he hissed, wincing at the glare of the bright, dusking sun reflecting back from the gathered snow. "Quite possibly the same fucking prick that threatened you and you want to climb onto a roof?"

"Exactly. If Matthias is a werewolf who's to say he won't go on a killing spree from spite! He needs to be put away!"

Jungkook groans and rolls his eyes.

"Who cares about him? Let's just wait for the full moon, be safe and then go through!"

"You don't care that he could slaughter the entire school?"

"No? Am I supposed to?"

You glare at him. He glares back but after a few seconds relents.

"I should have fucked you harder. So you couldn't walk into stupid shit."

You smile wryly.

"You'd paralyze me in that case."

When you sneak into the courtyard, much to the help of Jungkook, professor Wilkins was coughing into a handkerchief.

"Ah, ________________ how good that you came! ....and you, young man," he greets Jungkook cordially who grunts into annoyance. The bare slivers of orange sun peeked over the forest and you look back to it, longingly, holding its light in your gaze foreseeably for the last time.

"So what is this evidence you want my Mistress to search for?" Jungkook snaps, crossing his arms over his chest. If Wilkins has any questions about the term, he does not express them, instead of sniffing into the handkerchief once more.

"I saw Matthias after Eugene's death limping past and part of his shirt was torn off. I presume that as the boys fought it was ripped off during the struggle. It could hold a DNA strand."

"All presumptions," Jungkook clenched his jaw and you elbowed him.

"He'll go take a look at the roof, bring the evidence and then professor Wilkins you have to make sure that Matthias is arrested. He's dangerous."

"Are you not planning on being here?" Wilkins raises his eyebrows, glancing toward Jungkook.

"We...have a place to return to," you explain and the last slip of light disappears over the horizon, plunging St. Augustine's into darkness. You shuddered and Jungkook's hand immediately covered your lower back, tracing soothing circles.

"Very well then," Wilkin's shrugged. "Let's go, we need to move quickly."

The path to the roof was extremely complicated. Every inch of every floor was covered with patrolling policemen. Briefly, you glanced at the stairs to the library and found them bearing smeared bloodstains. Jungkook turned your head away. It didn't help much that Wilkins' cough was getting progressively more dry and hacking. This man's lungs were practically coming out of his mouth.

"Perhaps you need to go rest, professor," you recommend with a frown but he merely presses a handkerchief against his lips, stifling the horrible sound, waving his hand.

"No, dear, thank you for worrying. This is quite normal."

How, you wanted to ask, but you were already nearing the roof and that pushed the worry for his wellbeing far away. Plunging the aged, large keys into the keyhole, the small doors up the rickety staircase were popped open, wafting with it a stench of mould and wet wood.

Jungkook tensed by your side.

"What is it?" you whispered as Wilkin's crawled up the stairs.

"Lycan," he muttered back, eyeing every part of the surroundings.

You pat his hand, trying partly to calm yourself down, and he offers a small incline of lips, that falls too terse to be of any comfort, whilst pressing a wooden stake in your hand, mutely gesturing for you to hide it into your jacket. Sensing the same oppressive aura of something evil skunking around, you obey him, just this once.

You, Jungkook and Wilkins reach up the large shaft that reaches the roof and he gestures for Jungkook to go up.

"Well, young man, you look spry and athletic, please go forth."

Jungkook eyes him darkly and then growls, voice edging to fall two octaves deeper.

"If anything happens to her, professor, I'll personally guide you to the gates of hell."

Wilkins grimaces but raises his hands, as though to say he won't. Jungkook tosses you an anxiety-ridden glance and then climbs up the small stairs through the hatchway. In the cramped, odorous space a single, flickering lightbulb is illuminating your way

The way it sways back and forth worries you. The entire atmosphere suddenly feels much too cold and without wanting your mind begins to wreck with anxiety.

Wilkins taps his foot, back slumped, against the ground, peering deep into its crack.

"So where do you need to return to?" he asks lightly but does not raise his head.

"Just a place," you evade. "One I used to call home."

Wilkins falls silent and the longer he does the tenser you become. The tension had become so thick your mouth is refusing to properly work.

"I also would return home."

You surreptitiously take a step back.

You're not quite certain why but it feels like the right thing to do.

"Is it far?" you question, trying to keep the conversation going while putting larger space between you and Wilkins. His numb staring at the floor is offputting even if physically he still looked like half a rodent.

"Very far," he muses dreamily. "So far, in fact, most people can't find it. So imagine my surprise when you and Luara did."

Your heart freezes and you take a bold step back, fingers brushing against the stake in your jacket. Wilkins raises his head and there's a new glint in his eyes. One of sneer and contempt. Never before you'd seen an expression like this on this sleep-deprived, mousy man's face.

"Which would be fine," he hissed, stretching abruptly a bit taller, whilst looking down on you. "If not for that bitch casting a prohibition spell on this gate. You came back a second time and funnily enough, you know, what I discovered? I couldn't go back. The gate now has to be opened from the other side and only on a full moon," as he spoke, his tone dropped lower and increased in confidence, vibrating through your ribcage.

"And because of your stupid vampiric lover, only one single chance is left to go through it while the prohibition spell is still standing. Your precious Luara made sure that people no longer could waltz back and forth."

Your back smacked against the small door leading up to the rooftop. You were almost relieved to be out of the small, enclosing space only for a sweaty arm link around your throat, pressing all air out of your lungs.

"Hoseok, it's not worth it!" Jin yelled, clawing his way out through the bloodied mass. Hoseok was snarling back at Ereghin. Without a doubt, both men recognised each other and especially how the former set the latter on fire during the invasion of their home.

Hoseok's lingering on Ereghin caused him to not see one of the bigger Lycan's lunging straight for him. Namjoon kicked his own enemy in the jaw, causing the neck to snap against the ground and quickly pulled the wolf off Hoseok, presenting its throat to Yoongi who ripped it out with his teeth.

It was a bloodbath.

The moon shone brightly above their heads in the everlasting night and all, Luara's private guard led by Marquis Ereghin, Lycans and vampires, were caught in a fierce battle for the gate that was glimmering to open. Like a crack in space and time, it stood some distance above a small rocky hill, waiting for who would be the person to come through.

Lycans rushed their way to achieve higher ground and guard it closer but Jimin and Taehyung were holding the front. Both drenched in blood and littered with claw marks they ripped to frenzied abandon. Jungkook one of their strongest had left. They remained six. Six against a pack of thirty Lycans and fifty-five Luara's men who were dropping like flies and dealt little damage to the wolf pack.

Bats scattered with loud cries across the battlefields, tearing at the eyes and escaping the snapping jaws of the wolves before diving through the gate, guided by Namjoon's signal.

As soon as Jungkook stepped on that ledge of the roof he knew he had made a colossal mistake. The stench was almost overpowering. No longer the slight saccharine stench lingering in the halls but potent. Potent and old. So old that no youngster like Kayla or Matthias could ever possess.

He heard your heart rage in fear downstairs but the hatchway for some reason did not budge even though he pulled it with all his might. It was bolted such with perhaps a rudimentary piece of magic, but one Jungkook being a vampire had no power to break.

"Please, sir," to your surprise Matthias whimpered. He sounded too scared for a man who was strangling you. Your nails dug into his skin, drawing blood but he paid it no attention. Only shaking and crying out but Wilkins' face remained unchanged.

"Please, sir, please, please, don't make me kill again, please!"

Dark spots were swimming in your vision as you clawed for your breath.

"Please, don't make me turn!"

"STOP SNIVELLING, BOY!" Wilkins' abruptly yelled and Matthias' flinched, covering himself behind you even as his hand tightened to the point you thought your head would snap off.

"I GAVE YOU SO MANY CHANCES AND YOU COULD NOT KILL A HUMAN TO SAVE YOUR LIFE!"

Matthias despite still squeezing your throat in a chokehold was taking slow steps backwards and upon seeing it Wilkins' launched into a new bout of rage.

"TURN, BOY, TURN! THIS IS AN ORDER!"

"No, please, no... it hurts, sir, it hurts..."

"TURN NOW!"

"Please...I don't want to kill anymore..."

"I SAID TURN!" Wilkins' eyes momentarily erupted in bright gold and Matthias' lurched forward, retching and shaking, a heavy layer of sweat covering his forehead. Released from his grasp, you fell against the wall, trying to regain both your breath and control over your shaking legs.

As Matthia's turned he was crying and pleading all the way and despite the misery, he had put you through, your heart ached at the sight of him begging for the pain to stop. His limbs broke and then stretched to unnatural degrees, fur begin to grow all over his skin and not long after instead of a boy, your classmate, stood an impossibly large wolf. His eyes were dull and you didn't dare to hope Matthias was there to have any say in what he was doing.

"Find the vampire," Wilkins ordered, "and kill him."

Matthias launched through the door, raining down shards of wood like he presumably had done that night at the library.

"And now back to you," Wilkins turned around once by the sounds of it Matthias had clawed his way to the roof.

With shaky knees, you pulled yourself upright and as Wilkins advanced forward you pulled the stake Jungkook had given you and stabbed it deep into his abdomen. He grunted in pain but other than that made no sign of being mortally wounded.

"Are you fucking braindead?" he growled, pushing you with one hand so impossibly hard it sent you flying down the hall. "You are supposed to stab it through the heart."

Upon the roof, Jungkook had managed to grasp around Matthias' throat, trying his hardest to sink his teeth into the wolf's artery but he was much stronger and much more delirious than Kayla had been and still partly starved Jungkook found himself quickly losing ground. A full moon shone upon the valleys of the St. Agustine's forest and in the distance, he spotted the betraying gleam of the Gate standing open against the ticking clock.

Using this minuscule moment of him being distracted, Matthias sunk his jaws deep into Jungkook's shoulder causing him to let out a pain-filled scream. The wolf tossed him down and Jungkook rolled down the roof, grabbing onto the ledge at the last possible second. As Matthias advanced ready to gnaw Jungkook's hand should he need to, a large, screeching shadow rose from the trees and rapidly flew towards the roof, like a black, unescapable mass, obscuring the moon. Bats. Namjoon's familiars.

They surrounded Matthias in an instant, nipping and clawing every place they could reach and it wasn't long before one of Matthias' eyes was gouged out. The young wolf howled against the moon.

"Thank you, Joon. Thank you so much," Jungkook whispered and proceeded to crawl himself upwards.

"Taehyung, to your left!" Jimin called out, but Taehyung was encircled at this point. Luara's men all but two had been slaughtered and there were twenty wolves against six vampires. Jimin was desperately trying to fight one whose breath was on his face, while Taehyung dodged the attacks of two.

Jin pushed himself in front as one of them delivered a swipe of bared claws. He took it to the chest, hissing in pain but managed to punch the wolf down the mound where Yoongi was swift to break its ribcage.

Ereghin was one of the last men standing, backing up into snarling Hoseok, forgetting that this too was no friend of his. Without much empathy, Hoseok laid his palm against the man's back and after enjoying the short-lived moment of the man's eyes widening in terror, he pushed him into the advancing wolf mass. They ripped him apart without a second thought and Hoseok used the opportunity to lead Namjoon and Yoongi up the cliff. Jin was cradling his chest, injured but alive and Jimin had managed to get his hands around the wolf's jaws wrenching them apart until Lycan's face split in two.

They all panted into the cold air, teeth bared and ready to fight until death for Jungkook's and your safety of coming home once more.

"Well, gentlemen," Jin heaved. "What a glorious life this has been."

As you hit the ground for the third time, tossed much like a ragdoll one of your ankles snapped, producing a sickly, wet crunch.

Despite his appearance, Wilkins was far from being an old sickly man though he could not turn or so you surmised.

He grabbed you by the hair, harshly pulling up and you screamed in pain, trashing in his hold.

"Youngsters these days," Wilkins sighed sounding almost bored. "They just have no brains. Kayla was so useless and honestly, I was glad that vampiric whore put her down but then Matthias? Not much better. All he did was cry about how he didn't want to kill his friends but how else would I have you desperate enough to be lured here. You would have gone through the gate and where would that leave me? Marooned here. Forever. No thank you," after saying that he put his wrinkled hands against your head and forcefully turned it to the side.

He was going to snap your neck.

Suddenly the horrible pain in your nape lessened and Wilkins screamed. You glanced back, blood seeping from your mouth and a white spot had jumped on top of Wilkins' face, clawing anywhere they could reach.

Mr Red had come to your aid.

On the roof, despite the injured shoulder Jungkook was faring much better than he did before. The bats did not stop screeching and tearing out chunks of Matthias' flesh. The wolf batted at them, striking some down, but each time he did, Jungkok was quick to dive in, deal damage to his vital areas and then flee out of the way. Overwhelmed, Matthias was blindly backing up to the very end of the roof, desperate to escape the clawing hands but in doing so he was nearing the large drop down into the other side of St. Augustine. Where the fall did not end in the courtyard but the large, rocky cliff-face Jungkook himself had barely managed to safely jump down upon. He waited until the right moment before ramming all of his weight into the wolf. Matthias' hind legs caught in the empty space and he began to slide down into the chasm. For a split second, Jungkook saw recognition in the wolve's dark eyes. Recognition and a twisted sense of peace. During the very last second, Matthias struggled no more and simply let his claws skate against the roof tiles before falling all the way down and out of sight.

"________________!" Jungkook breathed.

Mr Red squeaked as Wilkins got a hold of him, roughly tossing the rabbit against the wall. It fell down on the stone floor unmoving. With a sense of unsurmountable grief, you watched his small red eyes grow vacant.

Wilkins' face was gashed up into something frightful. He roared as he clutched at it and shaking from head to toe, you put forward all you had, squeezing the stake firmly in your hands.

Wilkins stumbled and shrieked, haphazardly clawing and hitting the air. You dodged his attacks and dived forth, wielding the stake and as he so kindly reminded you right into his chest. You overestimated your own strength and while it did push the wood through his chest, breaking bones and plunging into his heart it also staggered you against and through the window. Wilkin's was first to fall, most likely dead already. His body smacked against one of the sharp peaks of the small, decorative towers and his head cracked open, smearing the light brown stone in dark stains. You managed to catch onto the windowsill but with only one hand. Looking down, it was much higher than the fall before. You would die if you would let go.

You grunted and tried to crawl upwards but your strength was running out.

"______________! Don't let go!" Jungkook's voice could be heard from down the hall and even now you smiled upon hearing it. Your eyes watered. How will you explain to him that Mr Red was dead?

One by one your fingers slipped away from the windowsill. You felt the air rush against your skin as Jungkook ran forth but right at the second he reached for your hand, his shoulder flared up with pain and instead of grasping firmly by your hand, his fingers merely grazed against yours and you fell.

"Come on, ____________, what's the worst than could happen?"

You could only see Jungkook's scream and his big terrified eyes as he grew smaller into the distance. Your ears were full of rushing wind and Luara's faint teasing voice.

You both stood before a peculiar glowing circle, etched into the air like smudged paint.

"A magical glowing portrait appeared out of nowhere and you want to step through it?!" you scoffed and Luara laughed in response.

"Of course! Who knows, maybe you'll find someone who really loves you on the other side."

Jungkook, at last, had grown so small, you could not see him and as you hit the ground, you could no longer see anything.

They all trembled, barely standing on their legs, dead wolves littered all around. Hoseok supported Jin and Jimin tried to mend Yoongi's broken leg to the best of his abilities.

Namjoon stared at the gate, gnawing on his lips, hands shaking in fright.

"Come on, Jungkook," he whispered. "Come on, come through."

At the moment when they thought all hope was lost a curly head peeked through. At first, they pulled a deep breath of relief, but upon seeing Jungkook's tear-stained face, it was replaced with debilitating fear. He carried you in his hands as gently as he could, setting you down on the ground and then placing his head against your stomach.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, my love, I'm sorry."

They all perked their ears, to hear once more the delightful fluttering of your heart.

Only silence.

"No..." Jimin cried, hiding into Jin who could only stare, uncomprehending.

Namjoon's knees buckled and he fell beside you in the snow. In your death, you looked so small and vulnerable. He took a hold of your hand, pressing it against his forehead. Everyone gathered around, weeping.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, my love."

Namjoon exhaled, for the first time in his very long life, feeling helpless.

Something flicked against his forehead.

He wrenched his eyes open and stared at your face. He could not hear your heartbeat but your pinky was twitching.

"Jungkook, Jungkook!"

"I'm sorry..."

"Jungkook, sober up! Did you give her your blood?"

As they garnered no response, Taehyung yanked Jungkook's face upwards, shaking him.

"Did you give her your blood?"

A grimace of confusion passed his face as he tried to think of anything other than wanting to die along with you.

"Yes," at last, he croaked out. "A little bit in between..."

Yoongi kneeled next to Namjoon tossing him a terrified, albeit tentatively hopeful glance.

"Is...is a little bit enough?"

"It could be," Namjoon replied, voice shaking. With their breaths bated they could only wait and steadily, one by one your fingers began to twitch and then...you stirred.

Jimin rushed to your side, gently caressing your head.

"Hey," he forced through the tears. "Hey, angel, come on, wake up, you can do it..."

At the first crack of your eyes, they did not even know what to say.

"You're home again," Hoseok whispered in a faint, barely audible whisper.

Your lips parted and you pulled in a deep breath. It was very cold but you felt no pain.

"Finally," you exhaled into the wintery air of the Other World.

The moon dipped behind the horizon and the Gate closed with it.

THE END.

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