#YAY FINALLY FINISHED AH

[abianeverdecides]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ABIA

HAPPY EXTREMELY LATE BDAY TO MY GIRL ABIA! Bro, it took me ages to finish because test week showed up, then came procrastination and burn out, and then a death in a family (won't go into details cause privacyy)

AND IT ALL CAME RIGHT AS ABIA’S BDAY DID, SO I GOT UNLUCKY AS HELL 😭

But that aside! I did something very different this time for Abia’s birthday. Or, as a matter of fact, we did something different. I did an art collab with my good ol friend @kunihin-art! It’s why the artstyle looks so different 👌

I also took this as the perfect opportunity to add in Abia’s confirmed MC friends Rin (@krinkitori) and Cato (@catohphm) because I really wanted to draw them for a long time. If I ever was in the mood, I might draw them in more future works, but test week is still ongoing. Since I recently got the motivation to draw again and got dragged back into the pit of HPHM (which I left for a bit if you haven’t noticed), I might experiment with more artstyles.

(Since her bday was on Valentine’s day, I put some love letters on the table too, killing two birds with one stone lol)

And the sketch since it was gorgeous- 😩💖

Sorry for dying on y’all, hope this is enough to revive me 💀

I’LL RESPOND TO YOUR MESSAGES NOW I PROMISE-

#hphm #abia khouri #rinkitori kirinto phan #cato reese #Harry potter hogwarts mystery #birthday art #hp hogwarts mystery #hphm mc #hphm mcs #other mcs #abia #rin #cato #YAY FINALLY FINISHED AH

[sphnyspinspin]

TERROR TRANSFORMED

5/10: SCRAPLETS

Let’s get to know Boulder’s scraplets!

The periwinkle one with the metallic mask is Giggles. Then the one that has baby blue optics is Basher. Behind them is the cute yellow cat-eared one, named Snappy. Also there’s the little green guy who goes by Squeaker. And the one with the big red birth-mark on its forehelm is presumably known as Boing-Boing.

#sphny arts (𖦹w𖦹)•*°⊹ #YAY IM FINALLY GOING TO POST THESE PROMPTS✨ #you guys have no idea how much I was looking forward to finishing this OMG #they all looks SO DARN CUTE AH #just forever thinking about how Boulder was somehow able to ‘breed’ scraplets #and the fact that RUBBER DUCKIES are literally their dog whistles #transformers #maccadam #maccadams #rescue bots academy #transformers bold bright brisk #scraplets #terror transformed

[straykats]

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#kats personal #okay one of my goals established in couns. was to kinda set up a safety plan #and i have done the hardest part whoo #kinda proud of myself but kind of petrified too #but hey. i did it. #i have a safety plan. #i also did it in a way that my only responsibility is myself #and i dont have to take responsibility for anyone else #which. is good. #but also scary #analyse that as u will <3 #but anyways yes yay go me #finished exams finally took the leap and set up the majority of my safety plan #i am proud of myself. proud. p r o u d. #AH thats scary to say too #but yay

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

A Village Raising (2) | Yandere Platonic Twisted Wonderland

Yuuka silently cooed at the sight of precious little (Y/n) sleepily clutching at a sleeping Grim. She no doubt hit the jackpot. Having such an adorable little sibling gifted to her by the mysterious summoning of the mirror. It was a nightmarish thought: that you’d one day return to someone who couldn’t love you like she did. But it was soothed by the reminder that more than likely those at Night Raven would never allow for that to happen. 

“Mmm Yuu? Mmm C’mere.” 

“Yes baby? You ready to wake up, maybe help me cook?”

“Mmmm today I-mmm g’to work…don’t I?”

“Ahhh, yeah.”

She sighed as she recalled the way you came to a revelation, of course spurred by Grim’s whining, that you needed to work to get more tuna. She wasn’t even sure you understood the topic of currency but nonetheless you wouldn’t stop yapping about it to her and Yuuken. 

“Can-I get ready for work?” Your little voice spoke so clearly, having fully-woken up at the excitement from the thought. She couldn’t bring herslef to relay the hard truth about the workforce. Surely Azul wouldn’t torture a little angel such as yourself! 

“Yes of course baby!” 

“Yay!” 

Sending a groggy Grim to pester her fellow prefect Yuuka busied herself with helping you into the mini uniform Jade delivered not long after her baby’s declaration. How he knew your measurements she wasn’t sure but then again why ask when all he’d do is smile cryptically. 

“Already into the workforce I can’t believe how old I’ve gotten.” 

Yukken mockingly held his face in his hands as he pretended to cry as you carefully finished descending the stairs with your back turned to him, slowly making your way down the steps. With both your feet safely on the ground you waddled over to the ‘crying’ giant. 

“Ken-Ken is okay! I’ll be back after a hardsday work.”

Patting his pant leg, you waited until he bent down to your level. Giving a firm hug with your little body, he sent a worried look over your shoulder. Yuuka could only huff out her nose in stifled worry. She wasn’t trying to ignore her worry of letting you out of their watchful eyes. Pulling out her phone she sucked her teeth as the clock ticked closer to the designated time. Time for her final instructions before sending you into a battlefield.

“Alright (Y/n) now listen to me, you can’t sign or write anything while you’re there okay?”

“Hmmhmm.” 

“(Y/n) are you listening to me.”

You continued to fiddle with the locks of your backpack briefcase before turning to the crouched Yuuka. 

You kissed her cheek and in a voice imitating a character from your tv-shows you said,”Don’t worry Honey. I’ll be home soon, take care of the kids for me.”

The knock on the Ramshackle door had you skipping in its direction. Already beaten by Yuuken who opened the door to none other than the tweels. 

“Good morning, Prefect.”

“Hiya shrimpies! Where’s the little business eel!”

“Here I am!” You squealed, running past Yuuken’s legs to be scooped into Floyd’s awaiting arms. Immediately abandoning your working persona you enjoyed the way Floyd playfully pretended to chomp at your cheeks.

“Remember, (Y/n)! No signing anything!” 

“Weee-ah okay!” 

You spoke breathlessly as the eel mer caught you from your descent from the sky, shouting from over his shoulder as he was already trotting away. Yuuka sighed again, turning her gaze to Jade who happily accepted the little bento box Yuuken had made.

“Back by sundown.”

“Yes, yes it will be before nightfall. Otherwise the doting parents will stay awake and worried until then.”

“Jade!”

“I jest I jest. We’ll see you later.”

With that the vice-warden went on his way catching up to the waiting Floyd before traveling over to the school’s hall.

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“We’re back!” 

“Hi hi, Azul!”

The dorm leader couldn’t help but genuinely smile as he saw you in your mini-Monstro-uniform. 

“Morning (Y/n), ready start your first day of work?”

“Yup!”

“Then follow me, to the kitchen.” 

You did just that skipping beside Jade who stopped at the kitchen. 

“This where we make all the drinks and food for everyone. And your job is to take whatever we make to the customers.”

“Okay!” 

“How about we practice, okay (Y/n)?”

“Yes, yes!” 

In no time at all you were handed a smaller tray and told to not spill as a plastic cup of water was placed on its center. Azul went to the far end of the kitchen along with Floyd who anxiously awaited your wobbly and shaky journey. Jade originally planned to only keep his hand on your back from where he was originally standing but he decided to follow along as he watched the water jiggle dangerously in the glass.

“W-woah!” 

“It’s alright I’m right here. Take your time.”

“This is really h’rd.”

“It’s okay you’re doing great.” Azul chimed in, eagerly awaiting you to reach his side. Both Floyd and Azul anxiously leaning in tandem as you tilted dangerously to one side. The dorm leader did his best to keep his mouth shut as he quantified more than 50% of the water on the checkered floor or coagulating at the bottom of the tray. 

“How’d I do Mis’er Bossman?”

Smiling up at him with sparkling (y/e/c) eyes–only one decision was clear. 

“You did perfect. We are happy to have you work with us at Monstro Lounge.”

He’d have to remember to account for the smaller amount of the drink.

“Yay! Hear that Floyd, I’m hired!”

“YES, I knew you could do it-mini eel! Now I can give you the little apron!”

Or maybe he’d just upsell it anyway.

“Jade, do I get to cut my hair too!”

“Sorry (Y/n), I’m sure all three of the prefects would have my head then.”

“Awww.”

“But I do have a hat you can wear.”

“Yay! Gimme gimme.”

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“What in the Seven’s is everyone getting so worked up about?”

Ace groaned and sucked his teeth as if Deuce was the stupidest man on the planet. His friend was already frowning at the action but still waited nonetheless. Ace began to smirk as he casually followed the crowd. 

“Pft you don’t know? There’s a special event going on in the Monstro Lounge. With a special edition menu too.”

Deuce gawked as he tensed up. “Then we’ve got to get going! By the time we arrive…”

He trailed off as Ace continued to smirk while shaking his head. 

“I had an inside scoop and got us reservations ahead of time.”

“Whoa, that’s real nice of you Ace.”

“Yeah yeah you just got  to pay for whatever I get!”

“And that’s the Ace I know.”

The two Heartslabyul first years took their time to the mirror hall. Avoiding the crowd fighting to become a line, Ace flashed an email on his phone to the intimidating guards of Monstro Lounge, where they directed the duo into a specially gated section.Sitting in the booth Deuce couldn’t help the pit that formed in his stomach; as if reminding him of his past servitude. He shook the feeling off, sending a questioning look towards his friend, who was busy browsing the menu.

“I’m curious, Ace. How did you afford this?”

Ace faked offense,”What?! You think I can’t get on the list?”

“Not without us, you couldn’t.” 

Hearing that familiar country twang, Deuce turned to see the short Pomefiore student: Epel. Sporting a prideful smirk on his face he motioned for Deuce to scooch away to make room for him. Behind him was Jack from Savvannaclaw who was a mix of embarrassment and determination. 

“Epel? Jack?”

“Of course this guy didn’t have the energy to wait to get on the waiting list.”

Jack scoffed, “He’s lucky he asked those of us with healthy morning routines.”

“Your morning routine’s start before the sun is out! I No way was I ruining my sleep for that.”

Sooner than they could think they had begun joking and laughing per their usual hangouts. It almost let Deuce forget why they had gotten the reservation. 

“Oh, you don’ know do you? Check it.”

Epel handed the menu to Deuce.

“Uhm a Aqua Smoothie a special delivery? A clam cake for special delivery? What is this special delivery that’s bringing up the price?”

Epel and Ace just continued to snicker and laugh at him before arguing about what to order. Which left Jack to sigh and explain.

“For one day only the Monstro Lounge has a very…special employee working. Everyone’s been very excited to cheer them on.”

“Special employee? But who would all the school want to cheer on? 

In that moment whispered praise and excited voices start to get louder as the sound of clicking loafers were heard. 

In an Octavinelle uniform and a tray small enough for them to hold little (Y/n) hurriedly walking by with a beautifully decorated dessert. The group of four, as well as everyone in the special section quickly pulled out their phones. 

“Here’s your scrone, mister!”

“T-t-thank you (Y/n).”

Sooner than everyone would like the little one hobbled back into the kitchen. The crowd collectively awwed before the excited chatter began to start back up again. With a renewed sense of vigor Deuce picked up the menu.

“What should we get? Should we stay away from drinks? I wouldn’t want them to spill.”

Clank!

The sound made him jump as he and his friends looked up at the intimidating faces who so aggressively delivered some waters.

“I assure you our employee is more than capable.”

“Yeah Mackarel. So is your school going to order or would you rather be on the menus yourselves?”

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Yuuka shook the sleep that plagued her face as she recognized the creaking of the Ramshackle gate. Leaving her other prefects behind, she nearly trampled Grim on the way to the door.

“Finally! The sun’s nearly finished setting!”

She eagerly took the backpack and sleeping child as Jade smiled coyly. 

“I did say before nightfall, did I not?”

She scoffed, turning back into the living room where she passed off the backpack to Yuu heading up the stairs. 

Yuuken sighed, “Sorry about Yuuka. She’s been anxious all day.”

“I understand the feeling but you shouldn’t worry they had a fun day, a full meal, and lots of work experience.”

Yuuken chuckled. “I bet.”

Jade’s polite smile stretched a bit as though he remembered something, calling Floyd he snatched a container from his brothers clutches. Turning back to Yuuken he delivered the tupperware to him. 

“Of course (Y/n) couldn’t finish our larger portion sizes so I figured I’d package the rest for you all.”

“Oh wow thanks Jade. Ah but this container I’ll empty it now so you can take it back-”

“No need! Whenever you're done just have you and (Y/n) bring it over.Maybe then I can convince Azul to maybe give out a discount.”

“Thanks Jade.”

“No problem.” “Ughghgh can we go now!? It already sucks we’re not sleeping over.”

Jade smile returned to his polite one as he sent a piercing side-eye towards his brother. 

“Well we all have responsibilities to put to bed. I’ll see you at the next club meeting.”

“Yeah, see ya then.”

Yuuken watched as the Leech brother’s left with a glaring tension between the two. The prefect could only guess as to what the annoyance was about. With a shrug he closed the door storing the food away. 

He could only guess what tales you’d have to tell when you woke the next day. It’s only a shame he couldn’t be there himself. Even though Yuu assured him they’d get photos he wondered who’d they entrusted with the task.

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The student stood rigid in the heart of the Monstro Lounge, unbothered by the emptiness and the unusually alone dormleader waiting there.

“We here to collect our prize.” 

Silver’s monotone voice filled the space. Azul smiled presenting the box filled with horribly shaped pastries,“It’s always a pleasure doing business with Diasomnia.” 

Lilia opened the box, smiling happily as he approved of the contents. 

“It’s a shame you’re not willing to send the pictures you took of them while baking these. It would have made Malleus so very happy to see their smiling face.”

Azul’s smile twitched. “Well as I’m sure you know, some things are just invaluable.”

Lilia matched his crooked grin with one of his own. “Oh do I know it.”

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“Hey Tsunotarou, want to look at the pictures Ace got for me?”

Green eyes lit up with anticipation as though a chest full of treasure had been found. 

“I would love to.”

Yuu smiled flipping through the various polaroids of the little server. 

Unexpectedly Malleus spoke up, “These memories are very precious.”

Yuu didn’t look up from the photos. 

“Right?”

“It’s a shame that they don’t last forever.”

Yuu shrugged. “Yeah but that’s what makes them so special right?”

Malleus tilted his head. “Wouldn’t they be more special if they lasted longer?”

Yuu giggled leaning against his shoulder. 

“I’ll let you keep this one if you want it.”

“I would love that.”

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere #yanderes #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere platonic #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #yandere x child reader #yanderes x reader #yanderes x child reader

[tyun4airy]

— FLUSTERED

haku shota (p1h) x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: when you see soul’s new outfit for an upcoming performance, you can't help but get flustered at the sight, to which he teases you relentlessly for

warnings/tags: none!

p1harmony masterlist | main masterlist

you were currently sitting in the dressing room of your boyfriend’s group, on your phone mindlessly scrolling through social media while waiting for your boyfriend to finish getting ready. you heard the door open and you looked up, immediately seeing shota and smiling before your eyes finally caught onto what he was wearing. a black cropped shirt with a transparent top covering some of it. 

your cheeks instantly flushed at the sight before you cleared your throat and put your phone down. “hey!” you smiled.

“hi,” shota smiled and plopped down in the seat next to you, grabbing your hand and starting to play with your fingers.

“you nervous?” you asked him.

“hm?” shota looked up at you, noticing your blushed cheeks. “why are you blushing?” he asked, gently poking your cheek.

“what? i’m not blushing,” you quickly shook your head.

“you are!” shota replied with a smile. “do you like my outfit?” he teasingly asked. 

“of course, i like it,” you answered.

“yeah, but you really like it, huh?” shota continued to tease, poking your cheek again. “you got a little crush on me~”

you let out a little laugh, letting him poke your cheek. “we’re dating, shota.”

“i know!” he smiled. “but you still have a crush on me.”

“well, yeah,” you smiled back. “i think that's like, the minimum requirement to date someone.”

“true,” shota nodded, shifting to lean his head on your shoulder and continue to fiddle with your fingers. “but it looks good, right?” he smiled up at you.

“of course it does,” you replied, smiling back down at him. “your stylist did wonders with this outfit.” 

shota chuckled lightly and nodded again. “right! i’m glad you like it! it really does look good on me, but i was a little worried at first when i put it on,” he admitted. 

“ah,” you wave your free hand like it was nothing. “there's nothing to worry about, shota. you look good in everything you wear.”

“thank you!” his smile grew as he gazed up at you. “oh my gosh! you know what we should do after i’m done with today?” he slapped your arm gently a few times.

“what?” you questioned, chuckling at his antics.

“we should have you try on the outfits!” shota grinned.

“huh?” you let out, looking at him confused. “you want me to try on your outfit?” 

“yeah!” he nodded feverishly. “it would be so fun!” 

“i mean, i guess, but wouldn't you get in trouble?” you asked.

“it’d be fine as long as i ask!” shota immediately responded as if he were ready for that question. 

“then, i guess it couldn't hurt,” you said with a nod.

“yay!” shota cheered happily. “okay, i gotta go right now but you’ll be here when i get back?” he asked hopefully.

you nodded your head. “of course.” 

“great!” shota kissed your cheek and quickly hopped up off the couch. “i’ll see you in a few hours!” 

“okay,” you smiled softly at him. 

“i love you!” he said, doing a heart with his hands before hurrying off out of the room.

“i love you too!” 

#kpop x reader #p1h x reader #p1harmony x reader #soul x reader #haku shota #p1h scenarios #p1h imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #soul imagines #soul scenarios #haku shota x reader

[treufurz]

first hug with the nekoma members

I happened to do some research and apparently it’s considered rude in Japan to hug people :’) and it’s something usually only couples do, so why not write some first hug prompts with my fav team, yay! i always see first kiss but my touch starved ass believes in hug supremacy 

type: fluff, gn!reader (implied female at yamamotos) x nekoma boys (unfortunately no teshiro)

warnings: none! maybe yamamoto being silly 🤗 also lowercase intended, not proof read so sorry for any typos !! 

summary: you hugging your friend (who happens to have a crush on you) for the first time!

#1 TETSURŌ KUROO

when you approached the captain after practice, he wasn’t surprised. you guys would often walk to the train station together with kenma, so he assumed this was the case. “hey! finished everything up already?” you chirped, arriving in front of him and smiling. he nodded, gesturing at his bag and humming. “kenma’s still getting changed.” taking the chance of him extending his arm, you slipped below and pressed your body against his chest. he froze up for a second, about to hug you back until you had already slipped away from his touch. he beat himself up about it later </3

#2 NOBUYUKI KAI

“need some help?” his voice echoed in your ears and you spun around in surprise. “ah, kai! good morning! yes, i’d appreciate that.” you had been trying to build up the net for practice and kai had luckily arrived shortly after you. he fixed your mistake with ease, finishing it up faster than you expected. “all done.” he spoke, giving you a thumbs up. you hesitated, but gave him a quick hug that was extended by kai tightning his grip around you and patting your back a few times, before finally releasing you. in the end, you were more flustered about it than him.

#3 MORISUKE YAKU

“y’know, yaku, i think you’re a bit harsh on lev sometimes.” you spoke, facing the 3rd year. he stayed silent for a second, before speaking. “he deserves it.” before he was able to move on, you continued. “i don’t think you’re that short though, yakkun. it’s great for hugging!” a light red hue spread along his cheeks, him turning away from you. that was, until he felt your arms wrap around his body and he completely froze up, somehow being able to reciprocate your touch. “see?” 

#4 TAKETORA YAMAMOTO

it’s no secret that yamamoto was scared to talk to girls, but you wanted to change that. when you found out why he was avoiding you, you did your best on befriending him and somehow managed to do it after two weeks of being the manager. yamamoto had insisted on walking you home, so you complied after his constant begging all day. arriving in front of your home, he bowed before you and wished you a good night. he started walking off until you grabbed his wrist and pulled him into your embrace. let’s just say, you broke him.

#5 KENMA KOZUME

with kenma, the hug was out of nowhere. the boys had just returned from their run (even though it was very cold outside) and most of them were warmed up, except for one certain member. he was pathetically standing next to kuroo, shaking like a madman, and you shook your head at his carelessness. you approached him, looking at him one last time before pressing your body against his in an attempt to warm him up. his cheeks heated up, but he didn’t really know what to do so he simply wrapped his free arm around you lazily, enjoying the heat. the rest of the boys couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous.

#6 SHŌHEI FUKUNAGA

when you saw shōhei getting the balls with inuoka, you just got hit with the urge randomly. he was there and you were cold, so why not? you got up from the bench, putting your notebook and pencil down and jogged over to him. he looked at you in silence, waiting for you to say something until you opened your arms and looked at him expectantly. he tried to understand what you were doing, inuoka having to come for help and pushed him forward slightly. finally getting at your idea, he shyly complied and wrapped his arms around you. when you parted, he was as red as a tomato.

#7 SŌ INUOKA

in this case, inuoka was actually the one who initiated the hug. while on a walk, he saw a couple hugging and his mind immediatly wandered to you, happy with the idea he just got. once he entered the gym building after changing into his correct attire, his eyes landed on you and he jogged over to your side, grinning at you. “ah, good morning sō! do you need something?” you smiled up at him. he nodded. “can i hug you?” he asked, you blushing a little bit at his direct behavior. “oh! sure!” you agreed, standing up and extending your arms for him. he squeezed you against him tightly, you laughing a bit at his intensity. he hugged you more often after that :)

#11 LEV HAIBA

like inuoka, he was the one that initiated the hug. since one of his parents was european, hugging was normal in his family and he just wanted to do it one day when he saw you all cuddled up in a jacket you borrowed from a friend. he thought you looked cute, so he went up to you and engulfed your body in his arms. “oi- lev?!” you exclaimed, surprised at his gesture. nonetheless he didn’t let go, and waited until you hugged him back to release his grip. 

#12 YŪKI SHIBAYAMA

“yūki, could you help me with this?” you called out, showing him a riddle on your phone. he nodded, sitting down next to you and explaining it to you, waiting until you finally understood. in that moment you were just grateful for his help, and didn’t hesitate from getting up and hugging him quickly. personally he thought it was too short, ignoring the small blush on his face at the sudden body contact. he definitely gave you multiple hints of wanting another hug after that.

#haikyuu #fluff #haikyuu fluff #nekoma #nekoma x reader #haikyuu x reader #gn!reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x male reader #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo x reader #nobuyuki kai #nobuyuki kai x reader #nobuyuki kai fluff #morisuke yaku #yaku #yaku fluff #yaku x reader #yaku x you #morisuke yaku x reader #taketora yamamoto #taketora yamamoto x reader #yamamoto fluff #yamamoto x reader #yamamoto x you #kenma #kenma kozume

[cheesesoda]

I wish I was your boyfriend too.

rookie!leon x detective!reader

not my gif obvs^^^

genre: fluff fluff fluff

cw: drinking? not in a violent way or anything tho

summary: leon’s got a crush he is convinced is unrequited but after a night of drinking, he’s led to believe otherwise.

part 2 is out!! linked here

“alright rookie, and here is your desk.” chris sighs as he finishes the tour of the station. “thanks, officer redfield.” leon smiles. “just chris.” he replies. “chris.” leon echoes. “you’ll be partnered with an officer for the rest of the week so you can get into the groove of things. lucky you, you’re partnered with our head detective.” chris smirks. “ah, speak of the devil.” a woman with h/l h/c hair and deep e/c eyes approaches the two men. “l/n!” chris calls to her. oh fuck. please no. leon thinks to himself. she was so pretty, he wouldn’t be able to think or focus around her. please don’t let her be my guide. “hey chris,” she grins at the officer. “is this the new guy i’m showing around?” please don’t say yes please don’t say yes please don’t sa- “he sure is!” fuck. “i’m y/n l/n, head detective. nice to meet you…?” y/n trails off. “oh- uh- leon kennedy. nice to meet you too, miss l/n- i mean, detective l/n-“ he stammers but she just laughs. “y/n.” she says and he repeats her name again. the way it rolled off his tongue satisfied him.

a year later…

leon had been working at the RPD for a year now and it didn’t get much easier being around y/n. she was kind, brave, nurturing, and intelligent, but she made him so nervous. he liked her. he liked her a LOT. his heart fluttered when he’d think about her and the unlikely event that she felt the same for him. why would she though? he knew it was stupid to think she could ever like a dork like him. “hey, leon!” y/n called over to his desk. “wanna come get drinks tonight?” she asked. “oh- i probably shouldn’t-“ he said. “please?~ it’ll be fun!” she begs. how could he say no to that? “fine.” he grumbled. “yay! thanks, leon!” she cheered, wrapping her arms around him in a hug, accidentally rubbing his face in her boobs in the process (not that he minded).

later that night…

“shut up, chriz!” y/n slurred, giggling to herself. “another round, pleazeee!” she calls to the bartender. “i think you’ve had enough, y/n.” chris slurs, chuckling as well. “shh shh shhhhhhh!” she puts her fingers to her lips lazily. “how many have you had, y/n?” leon asks. “juzt a *hic* feeewwww!” she giggles. “try 7” jill retorts. “holy shit, you’re wasted.” leon says, shock evident on his face. the drinks arrive and before y/n can reach it, leon pushes it out of her reach. “leonnnnnn!” she pouts. “no, we should get you home.” he says. “ughhh! fiiine! bye guyzzzz!” she calls to the rest of the team as leon holds her up.

he hails a taxi and they both get in. they remain silent and he suddenly feels a weight on his shoulder. he looks over to see the detective taking a nap on his shoulder. he blushes but doesn’t move her.

when they finally reach her apartment complex, he helps her up to her apartment. he helps her open her front door and sits her down on her bed. as he’s taking off her heels for her, she lays down. he gets out some shorts and a shirt for her and lays them next to her. “change into these, y/n.” he says softly. “hehe okay, officer~” she sighs and begins to unzip her dress, letting it slink down her shoulders. he immediately turns around. “after i leave!” he stutters. she stands up and walks in front of him, now only left in her bra and underwear. “don’t you wanna see me naked though?” she pouts. he swears he is on the verge of exploding right there. “no!” he exclaims, covering his eyes. “you don’t wanna see me naked?” she says, her voice sounding betrayed. “n-no, i do!” he stammers. “oh~ you do?” her flirtatious voice rings. “no! i- i mean yes- i mean- fuck! i-“ he stutters and she laughs before walking away to put on the clothes. it takes her a while due to her drunken state. “done?” leon asks. “mmmhmm.” she confirms sleepily. he turns around and she’s still sitting on the bed, now in the shorts and shirt. “good night, y/n.” he says after he tucks her into bed. “thank you, leon.” she yawns. she looks so cute like this, he thinks to himself. “you’re so good to me.” she whispers, closing her eyes. his stomach flutters. “wish you were my boyfriend…” she sighs. oh. his face bursts into flames. when he doesn’t respond, she opens her eyes again and looks at him. “y’so sweet.” she caresses her hand against his cheek. “so respectful. so cute, with your fluffy hair and your cute lips.” she giggles and strokes her fingers on his lips. “i always wanna kiss ‘em.” she smiles. he cannot take this anymore. “you’re drunk.” he says. “no, m’not” she mumbles. “good night, y/n.” he says again, walking to the door. “g’night, leon. love you.” she mutters against her pillow. he closes her door when he leaves her room and sighs against it. that’s when he hears the thunder. he looks out the window to see pouring rain. fuck. surely she wouldn’t mind if he just crashed on her couch, right?

he lays on the couch and listens to the thunder and rain outside. a million thoughts roam his mind—all of them y/n. what the fuck was she saying? did she mean it? no, surely it was just the alcohol talking. but they do say drunk words are sober thoughts. all this thinking was hurting his head. he didn’t sleep much that night.

the next morning…

“leon?” y/n’s raspy morning voice fills his ears. what does he say to her now?

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy re2 #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy #chris redfield #leon kennedy x y/n

[babysun412]

Hi!! Can I please request a haechan one-shot in which he's totally whipped for yn

Hi! Thank you for your request! I hope you don't mind that I used Haechan's real name. I'm just used to writing with it. Anyway, I hope you like it! 😊❤

Whipped - Lee Haechan

Pairing - Haechan x Reader

You were already on your way back home when you got a text from Donghyuck. His message asked if you could stop by the practice room for while. Despite how exhausted you are, you caved and are now standing infront of the practice room door with food because you have the fattest crush on the world.

"Y/N!!!" Donghyuck shouted when he saw you through the mirror. He ran towards you and grabbed the food out of your hands. "You brought me food?"

"No," You teased with a smile. "I bought everyone food."

The dreamies came rushing towards you just as fast as Donghyuck did when you pulled out another bag from behind your back.

"You're literally the best," Jisung grabbed the bag and put it on the floor.

"I know I am," You sighed gently before patting your legs. "Well, anyway, I hope you enjoy your food."

"You're leaving?" Donghyuck's head shot up instantly.

"Yeah, I've got finals to study for," You grimaced as Donghyuck started whining at you.

"Y/nnnnnn you can study later," He had a pout on his lips as he dragged his feet towards where you were standing.

"I really can't," You tried to avoid looking at the puppy eyes he was giving you. "Everything's kicking my ass right now and i can't afford to fuck this up."

"You can study here!" Donghyuck shrugged his shoulders up and started pulling your backpack off your back. "You can study now and we can hang out after practice."

"Haechan-ah, she might be tired and just want to go home," Mark rolled his eyes at his best friend as Donghyuck proceeded to ignore him and set your bag against the wall.

"You'll stay, right?" Donghyuck's voice turned soft as he peered at you. He almost looked a bit shy.

"Yeah," You felt breathless at the smile he was giving you. "Just for a little while."

"YAY!" He screeched as he clung onto your shoulders before running back to finish his food.

By the time they got back to practicing you were almost falling asleep. Your classes had been keeping you up late at nights and you haven't been getting much sleep. All you wanted to do was curl up in your bed but who can say no to Lee Donghyuck?

"Dude, she's falling asleep," Jeno sighed before looking at Donghyuck. "You should've let her go home. She's clearly tired."

"No I'm not!" You straightened up and open your eyes as wide as you could get them to wake yourself up. "I'm as wide awake as ever."

Donghyuck peered over at you with worry. The divot between his brows was deep as he bit his lip. He didn't mean to keep you from sleeping but he really missed you. He likes spending time with you and gets more motivated when he sees your face.

Once there was another break he came over to sit next to you. He rubbed his sweaty hands over his legs and stared at the way your head was leaned back and your eyes were closed.

You weren't asleep but you could feel the warmth radiating off him with how close he was sitting to you. You wish you could bask in that warmth. You've constantly been avoiding telling him how you feel because you're afraid he'll reject you.

But hey...it doesn't hurt to take advantage of the situation now does it. You slowly leaned to your left until your head landed on Donghyuck's warm shoulder. You're body finally relaxing for the first time all day.

"Oh, y/n..." Donghyuck took a deep breath before he dropped his head on top of yours.

"We have to-" Jaemin started to say but instantly stopped talking when Donghyuck held a finger to his lips and gave him a life ending glare.

"Are you ever gonna confess?" Jaemin raised a brow as Donghyuck's cheeks began to turn pink.

"Shut up," Donghyuck grumbled.

You on the other hand could hear this whole exchange and it almost made you furrow your brows.

Does Donghyuck like somebody?

"She doesn't like me back," You heard Donghyuck say but it didn't seem loud enough for anybody but you to hear it.

Donghyuck slowly reached for your hand and slid your fingers together. You could feel him tracing light and gentle circles on the back of your hand.

"I'm sorry for making you stay," His voice was the softest you've ever hear it. "I know you're tired but...sometimes I just miss you."

You swear your felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest when his nose pressed into the top of your head and his free hand gently pushed your hair out of your face.

"You make me really happy," Donghyuck pressed a light kiss into your hair.

"Alright let's run it again!" Mark clapped his hands before screaming when Donghyuck had pick up one of your pencils and chucked it at him.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Donghyuck whisper yelled at him as you pretended to stir to not make it obvious you were awake.

Also maybe to calm yourself down because what in the actual fuck just happened.

"Haechan-ah-" Jaemin rolled his eyes.

"Five more minutes," Donghyuck huffed once he made sure you were "sleeping" again.

You had finally decided that maybe you would try to fall sleep on his arm. You could felt love burst through your chest at his words and you sleepily nuzzed your cheek against his shoulder.

"Sleep well, princess," Donghyuck ran his thumb over your knuckles as he stared down at your sleeping face.

If Chenle pretended to gag in the background then that was nobody's business but his and the ass kicking Donghyuck would give him later.

#chenle #haechan #jaemin #mark lee #jeno #nct dream #nct dream reactions #nct dream texts #park jisung #nct imagines #lee donghyuck #nct fic #nct dream fanfic #nct dream fluff #nct drabbles #haechan x reader #haechan x y/n #haechan x you #donghyuck x reader #nct donghyuck

[natailiatulls07]

Trick or treat

Charles Leclerc x female!reader

Summary - You love trick or treating, but your boyfriend has never done it so you set out a mission to change that.

Warning - none I don’t think so

The 23 Halloween Season

-

I had grown up trick or treating, always have done it ever since I could remember. Dressing up in different costumes every year before going to every house collecting different types of sweets.

So when I found out about how Charles had never gone trick or treating, I set out to make the paddock ready for a halloween night. Managing to get every team to join in, admittedly Redbull was hard but with the help of Max I managed.

-

It was Saturday, luckily Charles had a good qualify result with front row. So when we got back to our hotel room, where I had two matching Barbie and Ken costumes waiting for us, I could kind of see the confusion on his face. "Surprise! We're going trick or treating!" Jumping up and down with excitement, I could see Charles looking happy with the idea but still confused.

"What around the hotel?" He asked as I calmed down.

"No silly, we're going trick or treating in the paddock!" As soon as the word ‘paddock’ Charles’ face got even more confused.

“Ok, you still look very confused”

“Very is an understatement!” Charles chuckled slightly.

-

Making our way through the paddock entrance, we were both blown away with how the staff had decorated each team hospitality individually and equally.

Looking down at our costumes, we look amazing. “We look so good!” I say clapping my hands with excitement which Charles just smiles at.

“Oh shit Barbie and Ken! The couple have arrived!” The voice of Lando Norris shouted from just outside the McLaren hospitality. We walked over to him hand in hand.

“Hey mate!” Charles greeted Lando, who was wearing a Batman costume. “Ah Batman, I love this!” I nodding along, showing my agreement to Charles’ comment.

“Of course! I’m actually so excited for this!” Lando excited told us, jumping up and down in his spot.

“Always loved trick or treating but Charlie has never done it so first time for him” I explained Charles’ lack of halloween experience to the Brit. Charles carefully snaking his arm around my waist. “Let’s get to it!”

Moving from Lando, me and Charles started to make our ways to the different hospitalities. Slowly collecting a variation of sweets, bumping into multiple friends from each team.

-

We bumped into George and Alex who were dressed up as Michael Myers and Ghostface.

"Hey guys, Lily's busy so I'm stuck with this twat!" Alex rolls his eyes whilst side eyeing the Brit to his side. George gives his friend a nudge before giving me a side hug.

"I must say Y/n you really pulled this whole thing of quite well, thank you" I hear him whisper in my ear, sending me a cheeky grin which goes unnoticed by Charles who's in conversation with Alex.

After some time, we all finish up our conversation and Charles drags us towards the next hospitality.

-

Whilst we were just leaving the Alphine hospitality, who gave out small individual bags of candy corn, we ran into Daniel dressed as a cowboy and Max dressed as Harry Potter.

"Yee haw cowboy!" Charles greets Daniel by tipping his own Ken style cowboy hat. "Have you guys been to the McLaren hospitality yet?"

Max shakes his head curiously. "No? Wait what are they giving out?"

After visiting each hospitality area, Charles found us a small spot to sit and count what sweets we got. In the end, we had a large range of options with some apple bags to snickers.

“You know I can see why you love trick or treating so much, it’s fun” Charles comments after looking through his small bag, a genuine smile taking place on his face.

“Yay I’ve finally converted you to love my favourite Halloween activity!” I did a small celebratory dance in my seat, as to which Charles did a small laugh at.

“Who’s idea was this? We should thank them…” He throws away a small comment unknowingly, opening a snickers bar.

A small almost cheeky smile made itself known on my face. Hesitating I say “Um well it was actually my idea…” Turning his head from the snicker, we lock eyes.

“You know, why I am even surprised?” Charles laughs at the fact that he was so oblivious.

“I had to! I needed to show you the best of Halloween!” Reaching an arm around my shoulder, Charles pulls me into his side with my head distinctively going to rest on him.

He pulls his head down, kissing my temple gently. “I love you so much Cheri…”

-

Tag list - @ilovechickenwings @carlossainzwho @ipab @erikasurfer @soph1644

#formula one #formula one x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles lechair #f1 imagine #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fic #ferrari racing

[kodydrs]

Sunflower Juice - Sabo

a/n: title has nothing to do with the story. sabo just reminds me of Sunflowers. I am incredibly out of practice when it comes to writing smut, and the ending is lowkey shit bc i kept reading it in my ex’s voice 😭

ib: this prompt from Portgas.D•Xiao’s on on Chai. “sabo just finished drinking with his friend, after he drank some alcoholic water he started to get drunk, then he wanted to go to his room and he saw you in the hallway And he started coming closer to you and hug you from behind.

warnings : fxm, sabo x fem reader, mdni, drunk sex, slight oral (f. recieving), vaginal fingering, p in v, hickies, (a lot of) pet names, you dated ace b4 his d3ath, reader is still kinda grieving ace’s death, she’s a bipolar abt her emotions as i am (it’s not funny guys, i’m actually bipolar), no use of y/n, not proofread, i’m bad at tagging

You flinch at the sudden attack.

‘ahh!’

It takes you a minute to realise who has just latched themselves onto you.

‘oh Sabo. it’s just you.’

You’d known Sabo for a little while. Ever since Ace’s death, you’d travelled with Luffy and the Straw Hats, and you’d met Sabo along the way. You wouldn’t say you’re exactly the closest of friends, but you both respected each other. But you did you best to keep a healthy distance because damn did he remind you of Ace.

‘Yeah. It’s just me. What are you doing here?’ You're not supposed to be alone right now.’ You felt his grip tightens around your waist slightly as he looks down at you. ‘Are you okay? Do you need anything?’

You turn to face him, confusion obvious on your face. But upon breathing in, you can smell the alcohol on his breath.

‘Sabo. Are you drunk?’ It’s more of a rhetorical question. It’s clear from how thick his breath feels. He wobbles a little to really upkeep the act.

‘Mmmm. Yeah. Maybe just a little bit.’ He pauses. ‘But I’m drunk with you so it’s fine.’

You go to say something to him, but you stop, deeming it useless.

‘Let’s just get you back to your room.’

He grumbles, audibly in decline of your offer.

‘But I don’t wanna go back to my room. I wanna spend more time with you.’

You can feel his arms trying to pull you closer to him like you aren’t already pressed tightly to him. He seems to give up on his efforts by resting his head on your neck and you can again smell the alcohol, reminding you of his drunk state. You groan.

Your plan for the night had been to hang out with Namu & Robin, but Nami got swept away by the Straw Hats stupid chef and Robin got distracted by Chopper's constant tangents. This left you sitting alone at a table with nothing but your thoughts. Your thoughts about how lonely you’d become since joining the Straw Hats. Now all you wanted to do was get to bed and sleep.

‘Sabo. Can you please just go to your room? I’m not in the mood for socialising right now.’ He pouts, nuzzling against your skin.

‘Don’t leave me all alone out here, please.’ He grabs your hands gently and place them on your stomach, holding them there. With a final long sigh, you give up.

‘Fine.’ He lets out a happy chuckle and spins you around, kissing you deeply on the lips for a few seconds before pulling away.

‘Yay!!’ He shrieks. He leans forward and hugs you tight once more, squeezing you so hard you can barely breathe.

You stand frozen in time, stunned by his actions.

‘S-Sabo??!’ He looks down at you with a confused look.

‘Yes. What is it? Are you hurt? Did I do somethi-‘ You cut him off by smashing your lips together, grasping his face tightly. He responds back with equal force and passion. Before you know it, his hands are everywhere. They’re gripping your hair, holding you hips, pressed to your spine.

You pull away, gasping for air. Letting it set in, you touch your lips. ‘Holy fuck.’ You think. ‘I just kissed my boyfriends brother.’

He looks down at you, not processing what the situation they’re really in is.

‘Hey. Why’d you stop? What’s wrong?’ You should protest, but you’re honestly too pent up to care right now.

‘Ah fuck it.’ Without resistance, you grabbed him by the collar and dragged him down the hallway to his room. You locked the door behind you and pinned him to it, crashing you lips back against each others.

The way you're kissing him makes him forget everything else around them. All he wants right now is to make love to you.

‘Oh god.’ He moans softly while wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing himself harder against you. You hum at his hand placement, getting intoxicated on the taste of his lips. He’s been drinking sunflower juice. His abdomen tensed as you ran your fingers along the divots in his abs. His excitement is evident in the way his hips bucked against you and you fail to push backs grin, grinding against his pelvis.

‘I want you so badly.’ He whispers in your ear.

‘Then take me.’ He pulls back, smug face as he looks down at you.

‘Yeah?’

Your voice is breathy and sweet, filled with the sudden need to be touched you’ve so desperately missed.

‘…yeah.’ He smirks mischievously and leans forward, placing one hand behind your neck and pulling you close enough that your noses touch.

‘Tell me what you want baby.’ He growls lowly into your ear, not breaking eye contact even though he's drunk as hell. Your mouth gapes at how hot he sounds right now.

‘oh fuck’ You whisper. ‘I want you to touch me, Sabo.’

With a sly smile on his lips, he brings his hand down and runs it down your arm, stopping at your hand and interlocking your fingers with his. He then brings your joined hands up to his chest, where he kisses them both.

‘Any particular way?’

Your voice is sickeningly sweet, and your words drip like honey.

‘Like you want me.’

His eyes light up in hunger and he once again slides his hand down to your hip, feeling every curve of your body.

‘Like I want ya, huh?’ He leans in to you, gently pressing his lips against your neck. ‘I’m sure that can be arranged.’ He takes your wrists and wraps them around his neck before hoisting you up like you weight nothing so your thighs also wrap around him. You pepper his neck with kisses as he brings you over to his bed and lays you down, straddling your hips.

You gasp as you watch him strip off his shirt and coat, revealing the chiselled abdomen you’d been tracing earlier. He laughs at your reaction before leaning back down and reconnecting your lips. Your hands move to his hair, tugging at the base of his scalp. He doesn’t break the kiss as he lifts your shirt to reveal your perk breasts. Instead, he runs his tongue along your teeth and sucks on your lower lip, basking in the heat radiating from your bodies. It’s driving him crazy.

He kisses down your neck into the valley between your breasts, massaging them gently. Your hands continue to tug at his hair, soft whimpers going straight to his dick.

You groan as he continues his journey down your stomach to the waistband of your pants, where he stops and looks up at you for approval.

‘Please.’ He grin. You nod. ‘Alright then.’ He slowly pulls them down, revealing your soaked panties.

‘So pretty.’ He cooes, kissing dangerously close to your core. He shimmies you out of your pants and then pushes aside your panties, tracing teasing circles around your clit with this tongue. Your thighs instinctively try to close around his head, but he pins them apart, not letting them interrupt his meal.

‘Be a good girl, baby. Good girls get good things.’ You can feel yourself melt under his touch. You’re embarrassed from how easily your legs are shaking due to being so touch starved, but you can’t really focus on that right now.

Your back arches as 2 fingers are inserted into your cunt, stretching you. And it takes everything to not cum right there and then.

‘You alright there, babygirl?’ Sabo laughs, hooking an arm around your thigh and nipping at the skin. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod, breathing deeply.

‘I just haven’t had sex in a while.’

‘We’ll take it slow. I wanna make this last.’ Slowly, his fingers pump in and out, letting you ease around them while he continues to kiss and nibble on your thighs, leaving little pink and purple marks that you’ll find in the morning. After a few minutes, he adds a third digit, watching your expression to make sure he wasn’t hurting you in any way. Your heads tilted to the side and you make eye contact, the lustful gaze drawing you in. He smiles and kissed back up your body to your neck.

‘Are you ready for me? Or do you wanna wait a little longer?’ You wrap your arms back around his neck, pulling him down into a chaste kiss.

‘I’m ready.’ You whisper, pressing your foreheads together. ‘But please don’t be harsh.’

He nods and kisses you deep but slowly as he pulls his fingers from your cunt. You hear the rustle of clothes from him removing his pants and boxers before feeling his tip graze your entrance.

‘Do you want a countdown?’ He teases, grinning at his own joke. You smile, hitting his shoulder and murmuring a quiet “asshole”. He slowly pushes himself past your entrance to your warm insides, revealing in the intense heat.

‘Shit.’ He curses against your lips. ‘Damn, you feel amazing.’ You try to reply, but all that comes out is a moan. ‘Are you ok? Can I move?’

You hum, already leaving scratches on his back from blunt nails. He carefully starts to move, burying himself deeper with each thrust and it drives you insane. It isn’t long before you feel your stomach twist into knots.

‘S-Sabo… gonna cum.’ You whimper, nuzzling into his neck.

‘Already, baby? Can you hold on for a little so we can do it together?’ He gets a babble for a reply, mixed with a harsh kiss to his jaw. ‘Good girl. You’re taking me so well, baby.’ He brings one hand to your face, gently stroking your face. He touch is comforting, and you feel him pick up his pace so you get to finish as soon as you want.

‘Fuck.’ He mumbled under his breath. ‘Shit. Do you want me to pull out or no?’

‘I-I don’t mind. Whichever you prefer.’ You babble. He nods.

‘I’ll come inside then, if that’s ok with you.’

A hum seals you fate as you feel yourself tip over the edge, quickly followed by feeling your insides filled to the brim. Your back arches at a ridiculous angle, pressing your chests together. Sabo rails you through your orgasm until you're a choked-up, panting mess. Not that he’s any different. He pulls out with a grunt and flops next to you, taking a minute to collect his breath before he stands to grab something to clean you both up.

In the few minutes you’re left alone, you want to cry. The way his touch felt on you felt so familiar and so comfortable, and the knowledge it was all caused by a drunk haze made you wanna cry. Tears collected on your lower lashes as you did your best not to let them spill.

‘Hey.’ Sabo cooes, leaning down beside you while he cleans up your legs. ‘What’s wrong, hun? Why are you crying?’

You shake your head, covering your face.

‘I’m not. It’s nothing. It’s just-‘ You stop, looking away from his gaze. ‘I miss him like freaking crazy, Sabo.’

The blond smiles, putting aside his cleaning supplies and lying next to you.

‘Same. Everyday.’ For a moment, it feels as if this isn’t a drunk conversation, but instead 2 people bonding through grief. You roll so you’re facing him, forehead pressed against his chest. ‘But I do wanna be able to protect you like he did.’

One of his hands strokes your hair gently, carefully tugging out any tangles. You’ve stopped crying, just listening to the quiet thump of your heartbeats.

‘Sabo?’

‘Yeah?’

‘I wanna learn to love you, the same way I loved him.’

A soft hum comes from above you and you feel his lips press against your temple. His arms wrap around you gently, keeping you warm.

‘Ok.’

©kodydrs

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#kodydrs #kody’s corner #one piece #one piece smut #one piece x reader #sabo x reader #sabo #one piece sabo #op sabo #sabo x y/n #sabo x you #sabo x female reader #i’m bad at tagging #not proofread

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

Daddy, let me help

pairing: soft dom/daddy!hyunjin x f.reader

genre: fluff for the first like half, then smut.

warnings: lots of pet names (because I love them) -maybe cnc if you squint (mentions of taking by force, but doesn’t actually happen) - rough oral (m. receiving) -spitting

word count: ~1.9k

an: this is a repost from my recently deceased blog hyunjins-orange-slice. may she rest in peace.

part 2 * masterlist

He was in the bathroom. He had been in there for a while now and you missed him. He said he was going to go shower and that he would be right back. Why didn’t he invite you to shower with him? You sat cross legged on the bed, arms crossed, pouting. You heard the shower shut off. Yay, he was finally going to come out of there and love you. You waited. And waited. What is taking him so long? You waited some more before you heard the humming sound of his electric razor. You were tired of waiting. You stood from the bed and padded your way over to the bathroom door. You nervously knocked.

“Daddy?” You called, shyly.

“What is it princess?”

You opened the door and entered the bathroom. He was there, wrapped in a robe, his face covered in shaving cream. You giggled. “You look like Santa.”

He looked at you, with his disgusted face no less, and then he giggled too. “I guess I do.” He laughed, looking at himself in the mirror.

“Can I help?” You asked.

“Help with what?”

You pointed to his face, and then the razor.

“Oh. No baby, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He said, turning the razor back on and bringing it to his face.

“But, daddy. Please?” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, which usually worked.

“I said no, princess. This razor is sharp. Besides, good girls like you should be relaxing. You don’t ever have to lift a finger baby, especially not to shave my face.”

“But I want to help.” You pouted.

“You do?” He looked down at you and you nodded. “Okay, come here sweet girl.”

You walked closer to him and he picked you up and sat you on the counter. You were facing him, legs on either side of his waist. He continued to shave. You reached your hand out toward the razor and he lightly swatted your hand. “Ah ah baby. No touching the razor.” He was about done shaving anyway. So you waited, kicking your feet slowly. When he was finished, he handed you a small towel. You looked at it and then up at him.

“What’s this daddy?” You asked.

“Clean me up baby.” He tilted his chin up and you could see little bits of shaving cream left behind. You smiled, excited to be helping. You gently wiped at his skin with the towel, making sure to get every bit. You sat back, satisfied with your work.

He leaned around you to look in the mirror. He tilted his head to each side and then smiled at you. “Good job, baby.”

You grinned up at him. You watched, in awe of him, as he did his skincare. And then he reached for the blow dryer. “Want to help me dry my hair?” He asked. You nodded enthusiastically. He switched it on and pointed it at your face, blowing your hair every which way. You giggled and threw your hands up trying to block the stream of warm air. He quickly pulled it away, laughing. “You’re so cute.” He said, handing you the dryer. He turned around so his back was to you, and he had to bend at the knees slightly, putting him in an awkward position. But it was the only way you could reach his hair. “Start at the top and work your way down, honey.” He helped. You did as he said and it wasn’t long before his hair was dry and looking perfect, of course.

You shut the dryer off and he turned around, taking it from you. He stored it away in the cabinet and leaned down to plant a soft kiss on the top of your nose. “Thank you for your help baby. Such a sweet girl.” You smiled at his praise. Your sweet smile quickly turned to an embarrassed one as he pushed the robe off of his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He was standing in front of you, had you trapped against the counter, and he was completely naked. Gloriously naked. You couldn’t help yourself, you looked down at his cock. But quickly looked up to meet his eyes when you realized he was looking at you. You could feel your cheeks heating up.

“What’s the matter baby?” He asked, teasing. Your blush grew deeper as you shook your head. He leaned in close to you now. He placed a quick kiss on your neck before licking a stripe all the way up your neck to your ear. It gave you goosebumps. “I’ve got to take the robe off to get dressed.” He whispered in your ear.

He leaned away, and turned to leave the bathroom. God, his ass looked amazing. You almost wanted to let him leave just so you could watch him go. “Wait!” You stopped him.

He turned back to you. “Yes, sweetheart?”

You were quiet. Your face a light shade of pink, which hyunjin thought was so cute. You looked down at your hands, trying to find the courage to speak to him when he is standing in front of you looking like a Greek god.

“I think I’ll wear sweatpants today. I don’t think I have to go anywhere.” He said, turning to leave again.

“No!” You called out.

He chuckled. “Baby, you’ve got to tell me what you want. Daddy knows you well, but I’m not a mind reader.”

“You don’t.. you don’t have to get dressed.” You said shyly. You saw his cock twitch, not yet hard but definitely on its way.

He let out a soft breath, chuckling. He walked back over to you and took your hand in his. He placed your palm against his muscular chest. “Do you like what you see, princess?”

You nodded, letting your hand explore his torso. Over the planes of his chest, down between his pecs, across his abs, down to the little trail of hair under his belly button. He clenched his muscles in anticipation, white knuckles gripping the counter. You looked up at him. His eyes were full of love and longing. He needed you to touch him. He needed you to keep going. You looked back down at your hand, the tips of your fingers still playing with the little bit of hair. You let your fingers slowly glide lower, until they brushed the base of his cock. He hissed. He was hard now. Fully erect and waiting for you. You ran your fingers up the length of it until you reached the head. Your middle finger caught a drop of precum, and you brought it to your lips, tasting it.

“Baby, don’t tease.” He warned. “Or I will take what I want and leave you wanting.”

You didn’t mean to be a tease. “Sorry, daddy. I just wanted to taste.” You wrapped your hand around his shaft and started stroking lightly. “Can I put it in my mouth? Please daddy?”

He groaned. “Fuck, yes you can princess.” He lifted you by the waist off of the counter and then placed a folded towel on the floor at his feet. “On your knees.” He commanded.

You did as he said and then looked up at him.

“You are so beautiful, baby.” He said, stroking your cheek. “Such a pretty girl, about to suck her daddys cock.” You could feel your panties getting wet. “Open.” He ordered.

You opened your mouth wide, laying your tongue out flat. He spat in your mouth, most of it landing on your tongue, but some on your lips. He then placed the head of his cock against your tongue. You loved the weight of it, the warmth. He slapped your tongue a few times with his cock.

“You want daddy’s cock, angel?” He asked. You gave a small nod, you didn’t want to risk not having him on your tongue. “Words baby.” He said.

“Ye- lea-e ah-ah” you said around his head. Yes please, daddy is what you meant and he knew that. He slowly slid his length into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You gagged a little but he knew you liked it and didn’t want him to pull out. You settled your mouth around him, sucking him softly.

He threw his head back with a soft moan. His large hand found the back of your head. He gripped your hair and slowly started moving you back and forth. You moaned around him, sending vibrations up his spine. He looked down at you, his pupils blown wide with lust. It was like something snapped in him at that moment. He started fucking your face faster. After a few thrusts, he forced his cock down your throat, your nose brushing the little bits of hair you were playing with earlier, and his balls resting against your chin.

“That’s it, princess.” He said, deeply. “Such a good girl for daddy. Take it all, choke on my cock.” Suddenly, he pulled all the way out. A long trail of spit continued to connect your tongue and him.

“More please.” You begged. He stroked himself, slowly, rubbing your saliva into his skin. “Please daddy, can I have more? I love having you in my mouth. I’m a good girl, I promise. Please?”

He pushed his head against your lips and you opened your mouth for him. And then he was back at it, thrusting hard, making you gag around him. Small tears were leaking from your eyes, drool covered your chin and was dripping onto the floor, but oh how you loved to please him. The image of him above you may as well have been holy. It was holy to you. He was a god, and you worshipped him as such. “Fuuuck, baby.” He moaned, breathlessly.

Your hand traveled down to your clothed pussy, trying to rub your clit through the fabric. It wasn’t nearly enough friction, but it would have to do for now.

“Gonna make me cum, angel.” He said, grabbing your head with both hands now as he thrusted. “You want daddy’s hot cum down your throat?”

You moaned around him, your hand moving ever faster.

“Here we go baby.” He warned you. And with a groan, he came. So much cum, but you loved the taste of him, you lapped up every single drop. He pulled his softening cock out of your mouth.

He looked down at you with so much love. What a sight he must have been seeing, you on your knees, hand on your clothed pussy, tear stained cheeks, and a cock drunk smile on your face. He wet a small washcloth and knelt down in front of you, now eye to eye. He slowly wiped your face. “Such a good girl.” He said, wiping your mouth. “Such a sweet baby. Daddy’s perfect little princess.” He kissed both of your cheeks, before standing up.

“Come on, baby.” He said, offering his hand. “Can you stand?”

You nodded and carefully got to your feet, wobbling a bit. You went to grab the counter for support but he was already there, scooping you into his arms. He carried you bridal style into the bedroom. “Thank you for all your help, baby.” He said, laying you on the bed. “Now let me help you.”

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↳ Index [Chapter 40 - Gegenwart]

• Gegenwart (German, present)

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

Wordcount: 13k

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

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

You ought to check it out.

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

The culprit of the terrible smell turns around.

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

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

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

He eyes them with sheepish embarrassment.

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

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

“I chased them away.”

You laugh, giving his butt a soft pat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t doubt that.”

“You are mocking me, aren’t you?”

“No, of course not.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You crane your neck to look at him.

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, that would be lovely.”

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

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

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

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

“Of course I did”, Taehyung says proudly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jimin, who watched you flirt, smiles.

“Did you guys fuck?” he asks boldly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure, you can tell me”, Jimin says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If you want to.”

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

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

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

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

“I’ll text him”, Jimin says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s your answer?” he asks you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yoongi smirks and chuckles.

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

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

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

“Hyung…”

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

“Did you know?”

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

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

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

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

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

“No, I didn’t. Don’t probe.”

“What then?” he asks and listens. 

“Tae no.”

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

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

“Since when are those two fucking?”

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

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

“Is it that bad?”

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

“Oh dear”, you fluster.

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

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

“The consequences?”

“Yes. Me being even hornier than before.”

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

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

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

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

Yoongi and Jungkook enter the kitchen then.

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

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

“I’m horny and it’s your fault.”

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

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

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

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

“Who? Me or ___?” Taehyung teases.

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

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

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

“What are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

“You’re so cute”, you tell him.

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

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

“Oh my god, Yoongi”, you gasp.

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

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

You glance at him.

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

“You’re so mean”, you mumble.

Yoongi chuckles, leaning in to peck your cheek.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey there.”

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

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

“Did you finish all the carbonara?”

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

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

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

“Yeah? Did you have fun?”

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

He blinks rapidly, looking beyond flustered.

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

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

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

Yoongi follows you with heated cheeks.

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

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

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

“What?” Yoongi gasps. 

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

“Can I fuck your ass one day?”

Yoongi widens his eyes and looks away. 

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

“Why not?” you giggle. 

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

You kiss his glowing cheek. 

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

Yoongi lowers his eyes shyly and scrunches his nose up. 

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, Yoongi…”

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

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

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

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

“Princess”, he whispers.

“Yoongi”, you breathe.

“Why didn’t you join us?”

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

“You’re so unfair.”

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

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

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

You want him. You want him so fucking bad.

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

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

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

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

“Take off my shirt”, you order.

“Lift your arms.”

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

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

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

“Please do”, you beg.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll touch you”, Yoongi says.

“Yes. I’ll touch you”, you say.

“Do it.”

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

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

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

“Pull me in, princess”, he orders.

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

“___”, he gasps, gawking at you.

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

“What? You told me to pull you in.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yoongi it…happening.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod head, parting your legs. 

“I’ll go hard again, yeah?”

“More.”

Yoongi lifts you off of him and the table.

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

“Patience.”

“Yoongi, please.”

“Fuck, you’re so impatient.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you comfortable?” he makes sure.

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t, I can’t. It feels so good.”

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

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

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

“Please.”

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

“Please do, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A little”, you beg.

“Mhhm, good girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Colour?” he asks.

“Green”, you wail.

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

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

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

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

Yoongi presses his fingers closer, speeding up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He breaks you. 

You scream. Fall silent. Squirt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yoongi.”

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

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

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

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

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

You nod your head, drawing closer to him.

“Yoongi?”

“Yes, princess?”

“You won’t leave again, will you?”

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

“Good, that’s good. And Yoongi?”

“Yes, my princess?”

“I love you so much.”

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

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

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

“You did really well”, he whispers.

“You were so rough”, breathe and wiggle.

“Was I too much?”

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

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

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

He smiles and hums, nodding his head in understanding.

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

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

“Does that help?” he asks.

“Yeah, I feel so much better already.”

Yoongi lifts his head, giving you a little pout. 

“Sorry again.”

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

He widens his eyes.

“I’m serious.”

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

You giggle, giving him a flirty smile.

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

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

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

He laughs, “I definitely won’t.”

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

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

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

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

You snicker, nuzzling into him.

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

He chuckles, "mhm, don’t even start.”

“And if I will?”

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

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

He laughs, pinching your cheek. 

“You’re so cute”, he says.

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

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

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

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

“It’s hot, don’t you dare stop.”

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

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

He laughs. 

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

“That was past me. She was an idiot.”

He laughs. You giggle, kicking your feet happily.

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

“Mhm?”

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

“Huh? How? What?”

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

“I am, but it’s not working.”

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

The water becomes more. 

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

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

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

“I did it!”

He looks at you and smiles. 

“Good job, I knew you could do it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Woah? Really?”

He nods his head.

“Oh my god, that’s scary to imagine.”

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

“Really?”

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

“My prince”, you whine, squirming giddily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiles, squeezing your thighs gently. 

“It’s what you get”, he says.

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

“Should we get food now?” you ask.

“Yeah? Can you walk?”

“I don’t know”, you say and grin.

Yoongi rolls his eyes fondly.

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course.”

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

“I won’t. Tell me, love.”

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

“What?” he gawks at you. 

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

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

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

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

“Are you angry at me now?”

He shakes his head.

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

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

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

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

He snorts, “yeah, definitely.”

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

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

Yoongi sneaks a shy glance at you.

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

You flutter your lashes at him.

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

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

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

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

“What?” he asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I really missed cooking with you, Boongie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yoongi looks over his shoulder.

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

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

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

“We did. We fucked in your red room.”

His cocky smile drops

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

Yoongi shrugs his shoulders.

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

“Clean? How hard did you go at it??”

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

“You’re being cocky”, you tease.

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

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

“You’re so cute.”

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

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

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

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

“Mhm it’s good”, Yoongi agrees.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

“Because you’re actually dressed.”

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

“I don’t know. It looks weird.”

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

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

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

“I don’t know. Am I?”

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

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

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

“You look happy”, he says.

“I am.”

“Good. It suits you.”

Jimin clears his throat, looking to the side shyly.

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

Yoongi nods his head, “yeah.”

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know, probably. Why?”

“Because I want to redo my bathroom.”

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

“Yeah, which you keep locked to us.”

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

Taehyung and Jimin exchange a shocked look.

“What?” Yoongi stresses.

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

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

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

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

He disappears out of the kitchen.

You turn to Taehyung and Jungkook.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I do that?” you gasp.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You do?”

He nods his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thea too”, Jimin throws in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, are you not?”

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

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

“Sure”, Seokjin laughs.

“Doctor Love?” Jimin asks.

“It was my porn name in the nineties.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m happy, my love”, you say.

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

“Me too”, he says quietly.

You kiss his lips.

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

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

“What?” Emma asks.

“What are we going to do with Namjoon?”

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

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

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

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

Yoongi smiles, squeezing your hand.

You turn back to the others.

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

They smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yoongi smiles.

“Yes. Let’s hang it there.”

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[nilolol30]

ello, friend

i come to ask if you can do a oneshot of a redson x reader where the reader was cursed that every night they would turn into a songbird.

(yay I'm slowly getting better at punctuation I think! If not feel free to give tips! Also this is mostly implied GN reader hope that's alright!)

Redson asked if you'd like to spend the night at his house of course in the moment you agreed without any thought I mean you do get along well with his parents but you forgot your...unfortunate circumstance.

You were going to tell him soon but soon just became sooner than you thought.

You kept three alarms for when it's going to happen one is set an hour and a half second for one hour and third is half an hour until your transformation, you can't be too careful.

It was well after dinner you and Redson were getting ready for bed in his room, you were brushing your teeth while Redson sat upright on the bed finishing up on the last detail on his schedule this week.

Your phone was on the table next to him and the first alarm went off the name of it was 'an hour and a half till it starts' very simple, he assumed it was a reminder for a show or movie you planned to watch.

When you walked out of the bathroom he informed you "Ah your alarm went off dear" it took you a second to realize and immediately you remembered you haven't gotten around telling Redson about the curse.

"Oh uh so Red there's something I should actually tell you" noticing how nervous you suddenly got Immediately he turned off his own devices to give you his full attention, you take a seat next to him on the bed.

And then you begin to explain at first you tried to sugar coat it but then the more you talked the more you began to ramble and then you started spiraling hoping he wasn't upset you haven't told him earlier.

Noticing your spiral Redson gently placed his hand on your shoulder "Dear it's okay something like this could be a sensitive topic, I may not know the origin of this curse but I'm not upset if I was that would be idiotic" a smile crept onto your face.

You put your hand on top of his just as you were about to speak your alarm went off again 'an hour' short and to the point honestly you didn't bother to come up with proper names for them.

Redson leaned towards the bedside table to grab your phone and handed it to you, you put your alarm on snooze "Thanks though...I kinda expected more of a reaction though" Red laughed "Please you forget I'm a demon seeing people with all kinds of curses are just a daily thing I see."

You nodded and both of you sat in comfortable silence, Red though looked like he had something on his mind after a bit "Something wrong?" He gave you a comforting smile.

"No I was just thinking is there anything you need? Like a bird hammock?" Surprised at the question you just burst into laughter Red joining in "No no I'll be fine I'll just chill on the table and wait it out."

Then Redson asked a few more questions, how long do you stay transformed? Are you sure you don't need any items to make it more comfortable? Will you need something to eat? Should he make you a nest?

You answered each question and by then end of it Redson gave a final nod like he was making the final note in his head "Okay then, tomorrow I'll look into finding a cure" with a small laugh you placed your hand on his cheek.

"I won't stop you but don't let it be your main focus okay? It's just a small inconvenience" placing a hand over yours as he pushed himself into your hand he nods "very well dear"

Finally Redson removed his glasses and put his hair down you stayed sitting up your last alarm going off but immediately you set it to snooze as Red got under the blankets "Won't you be laying down?" You shook your head "Tried that once trust me staying above while transforming is better."

You expected Redson to fall asleep after that but he stayed awake reading from a book he kept on the table choosing not to comment any further you both wait not too long when Redson glanced away from you for a split second the flash of light though immediately got his attention and he shut the book as he looked over.

And he saw you, a small songbird he set the book away as he continued to stare amazed you hopped in place for a bit but flew over to his free hand as he admired your feathers.

He smiled "Still as beautiful like you always are" he set your pillow flat so you can have a soft surface to sleep you give him a small chitter of tweets and flew to the pillow you hopped for a bit again and got comfortable.

Redson turned off the lights and laid down.

"I'll see you tomorrow my dear, Sweet dreams."

#lego monkie kid x reader #monkie kid x reader #lmk red son x reader #lmk x reader

[gatzilksis-2]

My Stepfather Joe: 2023 Christmas Special Final

Last Part Here

18+

December 24, Christmas Eve

I'd fallen asleep on the couch on purpose. I was more likely to hear Joe's farts from there.

I woke to his footsteps pounding into the kitchen from their bedroom, accompanied by one long, wet walking fart. Joe grinned as I lifted my head, wearing olive green shorts with the full belly out. "Morning! Didn't know you were out here."

"Morning." I got up with a stretch and a yawn. It was half after seven. I got a cup of coffee as Joe started working on the food for the big meal. "Want help?"

"No, this time you'd just be in the way." Joe stood close to me to get his own coffee. He extended a thick finger to me. "Pull my finger."

"Really?" I hadn't heard that one in a while, but I pulled the finger.

PWRRR-wrrrrrr-rrrrr...

The fart was deep and guttural, my favorite fart sound. It stopped after a few more grumbling seconds, and Joe began to wave it to my face, taking his finger back to use both hands.

I stepped back but widened my nostrils at the same time. I was sure his farts smelled a little worse with age. I'd known that was a thing from my late grandpa. When he was alive, you couldn't even light a match around him.

"That was a good one," I admitted as Joe laughed.

"It was. Thanks." Joe slapped my back and went to get something else from the fridge.

I retreated to the living room, and Mom came out only a few minutes later. "You're leaving today, right?"

I nodded. "Bus gets to McDonald's at 5."

"Plenty of time!" Joe yelled from the stove. "Dinner should be done by noon."

"Yay!" I clapped my hands, and Mom smiled.

The food took forever, and I had only heard parts of Joe's farts as he cooked and prepped his way around the kitchen in circles. He would get mad if I went in, so I couldn't smell any of them, either.

But noon finally came, and the table was filled with all the traditional Christmas food. Joe put on a blue tie-dye T-shirt and sat down with us. He overfilled his plate as Mom and I put normal amounts on ours.

Joe leaned away from me halfway through his plate. BWRRR-RRT! He wiped his mouth and beard, glancing at me with a smirk.

"At Christmas dinner?" Mom asked him.

"I've always farted at Christmas dinner, honey," Joe countered with a chuckle. "And I'm pushing it this way, anyhow."

He waved an arm towards me, sending his new, thick fart at me. It smelled like spoiled stomach, but it had that thing, that sweet signature Joe's gas carried.

"Towards my son?"

I rolled my eyes at Mom. "It's not like it's a surprise."

BWRMP! Joe pointed it at me again. His mouth was full. "Wazzat a su'prishe?"

I laughed, and Joe did, too, after swallowing. Mom shook her head at us. "You guys are something else."

A few minutes later, Joe's plate was completely clear. He burped and then leaned a third time. PRRR-WRRrrrrp! "Ah, yeah! Honey, there may be a gas leak tonight."

"Wonderful," Mom groaned.

Joe's "gas leak" was when he couldn't stop farting. I wished I would be here for tonight's show, but I had a bus to catch. Damn.

Still, I enjoyed all of his farts accumulating into an unmoving cloud. The smell was layered, thick and rotten but so skunky and delicious in the same moment.

Joe refilled his plate as I finished my first, having had a lot less than him. Mom and I got more, too. There wasn't much talking, just a lot of quiet eating.

"Can we turn on the TV or something?" Mom got up and grabbed the remote from the couch.

"Too quiet for you." Joe lifted his entire ass, pointing a fart at the back of his chair. br-VWAAAMP!

I couldn't help cackling. "That sounded like it hurt."

"Nah, it's fine." Joe pushed another bite into his smiling mouth.

Mom came back to the table, waving a hand through the air before resuming her own meal. I was happy eating in the middle of the stink.

Joe finished his second plate and loaded it up again. "Eat up. We don't wanna have leftovers forever."

"I'm already full," I said.

"Me too," Mom agreed.

"Always down to me." Joe took his third first bite.

"I'll get the pies ready." Mom left the table with her dishes.

I checked my phone, watching Joe scarf down his food out of the corner of my eye. He rarely chewed with his mouth closed, and the extra air helped his fart production.

I stayed in my seat until he was done, pretending to be on my phone while I was actually just waiting.

Joe sat back in his chair, breathing heavily with a smile. He pushed his shirt up to rub his belly. "Can you take my shit to the sink, please?"

"Sure." I grabbed my dishes and his and put them in the sink.

VWAMP! VRRT-WORT! Joe laughed behind me, having let his fart echo off his wooden chair. "Now, that one kinda hurt."

"That's why you lean, right?" Mom joked as she placed pieces of pie on paper plates.

"Yeah, but it sounds funny with the chair," I happily replied.

"Exactly!" Joe pushed himself to his feet, his shirt falling. "We opening presents now? And then pie?"

"That works for me," said Mom.

Their tree wasn't up, so they had to go get the wrapped gifts from their bedroom. Mom came out in a Grinch nightshirt, and Joe followed in only a pair of boxers, something I'd never seen from him. The boxers were red with a big Christmas tree in the middle of his fat ass, right where the farts came out. His belly hung over the front of them, jiggling as he paced closer to throw me a box.

I caught it with no problem. "See, you do look like Santa! Those are some Santa ass boxers?"

"No, the ass is a tree." Joe turned his butt to me, over a foot away. "See?"

"I see!"

I expected him to fart, but he just stepped away, sitting in his spot on the couch. "Open your present!"

I did, kneeling on the carpet and ripping the paper off to reveal a new Keurig. "Yay! Thanks, Mom. Thanks, Santa!"

Mom covered her laugh with a hand as Joe gaped. He slowly started to laugh. "You asshole."

Joe got up from the couch. I pulled out my phone. "Let me take a picture, and I'll show you how much you look like Santa right now!"

With a sinister smile, Joe dropped to the floor and reached for my phone. I held it away from him, trying to open my camera. He grabbed it. "You're not taking a damn picture."

He shoved me and pushed himself to his feet, staying bent at the waist. The boxers were right in my face, the Christmas tree inches from my nose. gr-BWRRR-wrrrr-BRRR-RT! His normal fart scent had been greatly increased by all the Christmas food. It was so thick I could almost taste it, and that was incredible to me. It wasn't close to the worst he'd ever done, but it brought an actual tear to my eye.

Joe fell into hysterical laughter as he stepped away from me. He held up both arms in victory. "That's the one I've been waiting for!"

"Goddamn," I said, though it was Christmas Eve.

Mom fanned the air from her seat. "It's already over here!"

Joe returned to his seat, proud of himself. "That was a damn good fart."

I almost agreed, but I thought it might look weird. The only Christmas gift I really wanted was more of what had just happened.

We turned on yet another Christmas movie, and I took my seat next to Joe on the couch.

BWMMMP! Joe pushed a fart into the cushion. He glanced at me. "Could you feel that?"

"No."

A few minutes later...BRRRRMMMP-FRRRP!

I smiled, having just slightly felt it in the cushion. "Okay, I felt that one."

"Now smell it," Joe stood suddenly, causing the farts sealed between his ass and the couch to release.

It hit like a hot, smelly wave, and I resisted the urge to sniff deep. From the loveseat, Mom yelled "Go grab the spray!"

"No." Joe padded to the plated pies. "It's Christmas."

"What's that have to do with it?" Mom argued.

It didn't go any further than that. We all got pieces of pie and ate them in front of the TV. When we were done, I didn't have much time left. "Hey, Joe? Didn't you say I could pick some stuff to take with me?"

"Yeah, you wanna go look? I'll grab my robe." Joe hurried to their bedroom.

I thought it was funny how he got so excited about his new business.

"See you in an hour," Mom quipped.

Joe wrapped a dark blue robe around himself, putting on flip-flops before going outside. It was almost dark, but motion-sensing lights led us to the garage. Of course, I let Joe go in first. He flipped on the lights above the tables and boxes of crap. "Anything you're thinking about?"

"No," I answered. None of the stuff, at least. I looked around slowly. "There's so much."

"I know." Joe stepped in front of me. BWRRRT! "There's actually a couple little fart machines somewhere in here."

"Like you need that."

"Yeah, right." Joe walked around to adjust little things, leaving his awesome gas behind. "Your mom's gonna kill me if I don't start taking those pills. I just didn't wanna have a migraine while you were here. Plus, farts were like our thing."

He mentioned the past, and I still wasn't sure how much he knew. However much it was, he didn't seem to mind farting around me. I smiled and finally noticed something cute, a box with the Tree of Life carved into it, on a bottom shelf behind Joe.

"I think farts are a thing between you and anyone." I reached down behind him to grab the corner of the box. "I want this."

"Wait! I don't got a fart yet!" Joe chuckled down at me over his shoulder.

I was right behind his ass again. It wasn't really on purpose; the thing I wanted happened to be behind him. Did he actually expect me to wait for a fart to come?

I straightened up, holding the box in both hands.

"Damn!" Joe yelled, though his smile stayed. "You walked right into it, and I didn't even have one ready!"

I wanted to give him a freebie, but that would completely give me away. I headed to the door, but Joe got in front of me. He blocked the door and pushed his ass back. VWRP! FRRT! BRRRT!

They were small for a normal guy but tiny for him. I stood behind him, surprised that the smell was the same for the baby rips. "You stopped up? Don't shit yourself."

"Haven't done that in years." Joe went out the door, shutting off the light as I followed him.

We got back into the house, and I quickly got my clothes and other things together. I emerged from the guestroom to see Joe lying down on the couch, again in only his Santa boxers, his belly hanging to the side.

"Ready to go?" Mom asked, putting on her jacket by the door.

"Yeah." I took a look over Joe. "Nice to see you again. I missed you."

"Come back sooner next time!" Joe lifted one arm in a wave. "Oh, wait!" He pulled his arm down in a crank motion and raised a leg. PHWOORRT! FRRRR-RR-BLRRT! "Ahh! There it is!"

I wish I could've had it in my face, but you can't have everything. "Nice one! Bye, Joe!"

"Hey, come hug me!" Joe yelled.

I couldn't hide my smile and walked over to him, taking in the awful, amazing aroma of his long, proud blast. I bent down to hug him, and I heard some quiet gas whisper. "That really stinks."

"Isn't it great?" Joe sniffed his own gas and sighed.

I wanted to agree, but I walked to the door instead. "See ya, Joe! Love you!"

"Love you. Be safe."

I followed Mom out. Though Joe's fart remained fresh in my nostrils, I was already getting sad. My time with Joe (and Mom) was over, and I had no idea when I would be back again.

I wish he could've driven me home and farted the whole way with the windows up. I wish I could've just stayed with them. But neither of those things could happen, so I was back to just writing and reliving my wonderful moments with my stepfather Joe.

End

#farts #gatzilksis #eproctophilia #fart kink #eprocto #flatulence #fart fiction #fart stories #male fart fiction #male fart stories

[tickles-in-ficland]

BOREDOM

Summary: Y/N tries to avoid getting homework done by bugging two Demigods. It doesn’t go in her favor…or does it 😉

Word Count: 2,088

Pairings: Ler!Thor Ler!Loki Lee!Reader

You were bored. With everyone on missions or spending time with their families, you needed some entertainment. Being the youngest on the team along with Parker, Stark was making you stay home this weekend and finish homework. Even being an Avenger, school was still important. You argued and insisted that you attend the mission but Stark had the final word.

You’d been “working” on your homework for an hour and decided to take a break and wander the compound. You thought, minus maybe Pepper who was usually in her office you’d be alone. Much to your surprise you saw two demigods sitting in the lounge area. Your lips curled up into a smile. They hadn’t seen you enter the room and you figured you’d sneak up and spook the brothers.

Before you could take a step, without looking up from his book you heard Loki speak.

“There’s no use in trying to sneak up on us Y/N. I know you’re behind me.”

“Ugh! No fair Loki.” you pouted crossing your arms. “How’d you even know I was there?”

“Darling.” Loki scoffed as he closed his book and turned his head to look at you. “You’re talking to the God of Mischief. You can’t get anything past me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked over at Thor who wore an amused smirk on his face.

“He is unfortunately right young Y/N. Even as kids, I could never best him.” Thor chucked. “But it matters not because you shouldn’t even be down here. Didn’t Stark order you to finish your school work?”

“I uh, decided to take a break.” you said clearing your throat. “Needed to get some air and all that.”

“Ah.” Thor nodded, not entirely convinced by your answer. “Well my brother and I will be here should you need us. Back to it.”

Your eyes widened in realization. “Wait a minute! Stark kept you guys from the mission to be my BABYSITTERS?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way exactly…” Thor started but glancing over at Loki who was clearly amused by your reaction, spoke up.

"Oh I would." he said with a deep chuckle. “Yes. Stark asked us to make sure you did as you were told. Seeing as last time you were left unattended you did not finish your school work and failed an assignment.”

Your pout only furthered more at Loki’s words. “I’m not a baby. I don’t need to be watched.” you said with a stomp of your foot, digging your metaphorical hole deeper.

The brothers both raised an eyebrow in amusement. You huffed, knowing you’d proven their point.

“Okay fine. But I do need a break. I’m bored up there. Can I hang out with you guys for a little while. Pleeeeease?” you asked looking between the two with the biggest puppy dog eyes you could muster.

Going over to Thor, who you knew was the softie of the two, you wrapped your arms around his big torso and looked up at him. “Please Thor? We don’t hang out enough. We are always off doing missions or you guys go back to Asgard and I miss you.”

Thor looked down at you with a soft smile as he stroked your hair gently. The brothers had grown quite fond of you since you’d joined the team. Being the youngest of them, they felt protective of you like big brothers. The world was harsh and it didn’t hurt to have two demigods on your side. You knew Thor was a pushover, it would be Loki that would be the tough one to crack.

“Brother.” Thor said putting his arm around you affectionately. “Why don’t we let the young maiden take a break from her studies? Surely it won’t hurt to take some time to enjoy the company.”

Loki’s eyes narrowed you, his hands on his hips. He pinched the bridge of his nose before letting out a sigh of defeat. “Fine. But only for a short while. I don’t want to deal with Stark when he comes home and Y/N has yet to finish her school work.”

“YAY!” you cheered throwing your arms around Loki.

Not expecting the sudden impact, Loki stumbled a bit but gave you a small pat on the shoulder. He wasn’t much for affection like his brother, but you knew he cared for you nevertheless.

“I mean it Y/N.” he chastised. “Only a short break and then you are to return to your studies. Understood?”

“Yeah yeah sure.” you said with a dismissive wave of your hand.

Sure enough, you break went by entirely too quick. You were curled up on the couch, watching tv with your head on Thor’s shoulder when suddenly the tv clicked off.

“Hey!” you shouted looking over at Loki who shrugged. “What gives?”

“Breaks over. As agreed, it is time to go back upstairs. Should you need assistance with your work, you may call one of us and we will do what we can. We are fairly well versed in Midgardian studies. But until then, off you go.”

“No.” you said confidently crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry. What did you say?” Loki asked closing his book and looking at you incredulously.

“You heard me.” you snarked back, folding your arms once again in defiance. “I said no. N-O spells no.”

You heard Thor snort laugh behind you. He knew how this was going to end but you were digging your own grave and he was enjoying himself.

Loki scoffed a laugh before standing up and approaching the couch, where you and Thor sat.

“Y/N….” Loki said in a warning tone. “This isn’t going to end well for you darling. I’d stop while you’re ahead.”

“I don’t want to do my school work today. Maybe tomorrow.” you said reaching for the remote only to have it disappear in a green flash.

“Hey! Not fair. You can’t use magic to hide things.”

“Oh well.” he shrugged while a smile tugged at his lips. “Off you go.” he said reaching for your hand only for you to shake your head.

“I said no Loki.”

Loki sighed. “Then you leave me no choice.” he said with a fake pained expression on his face.

“For whAT?” you let out a squeak as Loki tackled you to the couch and with little effort had pinned your hands to your sides.

“Lohoki! What the hehell?!” you said nervous giggles building in your chest.

“I’m going to make you regret telling me no. Stark said to use whatever method we needed, to make sure you were not going to skip your schooling. This seems like a great way to do so.”

Opening your mouth to protest was cut short as you felt ten fingers find purchase on your sides. Sporadic giggles began to escape your lips as you tried to twist and turn away from the tickly feeling.

“Lohohoki!” you squealed as his nimble fingers worked their way up your sides.

Loki’s dark chuckle told you that he wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

“Brother, if you wouldn’t mind I could use some assistance.” Loki chided. “The young maiden is quite squirmy.”

“Certainly, dear brother.” you heard Thor chuckle behind you.

You felt slight weight in your shoulders and looked up to see the flowy blonde hair hair dangling above your face, Thor grinning at you through it.

“Thohohor! Hehelp!”

Thor smiled affectionately at you. “I would count myself a fool to challenge my brother. A lesson you dear Y/N have yet to learn.” He chuckled before fluttering his fingers along your neck, eliciting more squeals as you shook your head trying to evade his fingers.

Loki leaned forward toward your face. “Now darling. Are we going to behave now and do as Stark has requested or shall we continue this?” he asked halting his fingers for a few moments.

You took in deep breaths at the momentary reprieve. Truthfully you didn’t hate it. No one really knew but you had a feeling the Asgardian was catching on.

You smirked at the God of Mischief, playfulness dancing in your eyes. The twinkle in your eye caught Loki’s attention and a full grin spread across his face.

“You like this. Don’t you, young one? It’s why you’re being so defiant. You wanted this to happen.” he said starting to snake his fingers up your rib cage, bubbly giggles once again pouring from your lips.

“I do not understand.” You heard Thor question behind you.

As if you weren’t apart of the conversation, Loki continued his tickle attack. Your infectious laughter ringing through the room as you weakly batted at his hands.

“Have you not noticed, that our young friend here has not asked me to stop once? She has been given opportunity to yield and yet she responds with words she knows will get her in trouble?” Loki asked. “She LIKES this. She WANTED this. Isn’t that right little one?” Loki questioned you, his nimble fingers now reaching under your arms, arguably your worse spot.

“LOHOHOKIHIHI!” your hard belly laughter raising several octaves. Pushing on his hands did nothing. He was a God after all and his strength was no match for yours. “PLEHEHEASE! GAHAHAH!” your legs kicked wildly behind him.

Thor smirked as he too realized. “Ah. I see now. She’s yet to ask either of us to stop. Is that right Y/N? You enjoy the tickles, do you not?” Thor chuckled as his fingers made contact with your neck once again, a scream of laughter erupting from you.

Your cheeks a bright crimson color as you turned your head trying to avoid eye contact as the two Asgardians tickled you mercilessly.

“Come on darling. Just admit it. You like this.” Loki teased.

“NEHEVER!”

“Very well.” Thor sighed jokingly. “Brother, if you will.” he said gesturing for Loki to step aside. “Hold her please.”

“Nonono! Thohohor!” you squealed your eyes pleading.

In an instant, the two brothers had switched places with Loki now holding you down with little effort as Thor positioned himself at your waist.

“Now then.” Thor continued “Is my brother correct in his assumptions?”

You bit your lip to bite back a giggle. “Mahahaybe.” you admitted closing your eyes in embarrassment.

“Hehey!” Thor’s deep laugh rang through the room. “Look at me Y/N.”

When your eyes remained shut, Thor dug his fingers deep in your hip, causing a boisterous laughter to come out. You peaked at him with one eye and saw him looking at you with a gentle smile.

“It is nothing to be embarrassed by. Actually, it is adorable. Don’t you agree brother?” he asked looking at Loki who remained sitting at your head, occasionally fluttering his fingers in your neck.

“Indeed it is brother. What I don’t understand is why she shields her enjoyment of it.”

You sighed but a small smile played on your lips. Thor and Loki had released their hold on you, allowing you to sit up.

“Because. It’s not something most people enjoy. I grew up an only child. My parents worked all the time. I wasn’t given affection much as a child. And then…” you continued. “The…thing happened to me and I became a part of this team, this…family and for the first time I felt like I had brothers and sisters and… friends.” you stopped for a moment wiping your eyes.

“Heyyy.” Thor said pulling you to his chest and rubbing your shoulder. “It’s okay. It’s okay to want affection. As a young child you were deprived of what you craved most. It is natural to want that.”

“I hate to agree with my brother.” Loki chimed in which made you let out a muffled laugh in the crook of Thor’s shoulder. “But he is right. And if you need us to step in and be your big brothers, then that is what we shall be.”

You sighed in relief this time, a smile, a real smile this time gracing your face. “Thank you both. I really was bored though.”

“Well then.” Loki chuckled as he patted your shoulder. “We have been distraction enough. As agreed it’s time to return to your studies.”

You looked at him with a slight pout, twiddling your thumbs. “Would um…could you…” you asked embarrassed still.

“She wants us to continue brother.”

Thor grinned at you. “And what kind of big brothers would we be if we said no?” he asked before tackling you on the couch again, your deep laughter once again echoing through the room, your honorary big brothers tickling you to pieces.

Your homework long forgotten.

#mcu tickle #avengers tickle #marvel tickle #ticklish reader #tickle fluff #avengers tickle fic #lee!reader #ler!loki #ler!thor #loki tickle #thor tickle #thor x reader #loki x reader

[heedmywarnings]

God!reader who can't take anything serious (Part Four)

Wow four chapters in two days @sheepispink

"Erm, I beg your pardon?" Childe said, flabbergasted at your answer, "Are you deaf or just stupid? I said no" you said glancing at possible escape routes (Also yes, I did rip that line off from Scarasmooch)

"Your grace, the fatui will protect you. Surely you are hiding from Zhongli for a reason, right? I'll help you hide" Childe reasoned, getting a bit desperate. Zhongli wasn't lying when he said that Childe was devoted acolyte, he'll do anything for your approval, but you want to make him chase or beg for it.

"I'm an independent person, Ajax" You said, emphasising his real name as you turn your back to him, "Besides, I'm hiding from the Archons and other divine beings, so wouldn't the Tsaritsa find me?" You continued, "But-" "Shhh, no, bye" and with that you left Childe flabbergasted and with an arrow still stuck to your ankle.

After walking for some time you finally reached Bubu Pharmacy, of course that'd mean either Herbalist Gui or Baizhi or possibly Qiqi to notice your golden blood, but that's fine because you can just exert your divine authority and force them not to say a word about your precense.

And that's what you did. Baizhu and Qiqi was there, but there are no patients today.

"Hi so, my ankle" you slightly raised your ankle

"Sorry, dear we're closed for tod- OH MY" Baizhu gasped at the sight of golden blood dripping

"Help please" you asked, Baizhu immediately told Qiqi to get some bandaids.

Yay so Baizhu heal your ankle, but it has burn marks and a permanent hole because it pierced through your ankle. I don't know how you ran with an arrow through your ankle, but you did ok.

So Baizhu was asking you questions, like why the fuck do you have an arrow through your ankle, and you just answered with a smile "Oh, Outrider Amber from the Knights of Favonius did this to me:D" safe to say, Baizhu couldn't tell if you were open to the fact that you got shot and was pretty optimistic about it or your stupid and just smiled so the pain would go away (it didnt)

So as you finished telling Baizhu your not so sad sob story with fake distress, a man walks up from behind you.

"Ah, so this is where my God went" a deep voice echoed from behind, a voice you recognised so well, Zhongli has found you.

"Please don't kidnap me" you pleaded in fake distress because you took acting lessons and you actually suck at it, "Pardon, your grace?" Zhongli said as you finally turned to look at him, and he was taller than Childe..

"I forbid you from kidnapping me, but I'll be taking her" you pointed at Qiqi, she was a bit taken a back befrie speaking, "Qiqi... doesn't mind.. being taken... away, if its the.. creator" she said in a monotone voice, as expected of a zombie child, "Qiqi, you traitor" Baizhu said, in fake distress but literally better than you.

"Your grace, please come with me"

"no"

In the end he managed to kidnap you, nicely tho, you are now in a fancy room, Zhongli informs you that the official ceremony for your descension will he be held tomorrow.

Enough time to escape...

#genshin impact #sagau #imposter sagau #sagau impostor au #sagau x reader #sagau cult au #self aware genshin