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damon torrance headers — kill switch (devil’s night series)
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aajjks · 4 days
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Silent Cries (m)
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synopsis. Not everything could go his way and he had to learn this the hard way
Disclaimer: this is pretty dark. Read at your own risk. Please keep in mind that this is purely fictional and I don’t think that Jungkook or any Bts member would ever act like this! Read with caution.
warning: ünhëälthy thèmès, fèrtïlïty ïssǔès, prègnâncy, öbsëssïön, mèntïöns ôf âbörtïön, dïvörcè, sèxüǎl thêmês, cryïng, yn rèálly wánts á báby, dêprèssïön, dárk thêmês.
note. Let’s welcome this new JK to my Multiverse. I hope you will ask him fun questions as well, and I hope you will love him even though he’s a little ☠️ ENJOY! 
Header credit: @callingholly ❤️
***NOT EDITED***
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You were told that you were not capable of having children, but… jungkook accepted that part of you. you know why.. it is because he loves you, and he never wanted children.
The day is gloomy, more than usual. You stand on the bathroom floor, your gaze is blurry. unshed tears in your eyes as you stare at the pregnancy test. The stick trembles in your hands. It is all over now.
You close your eyes in order to erase the image out your eyes. The image of two straight lines on the stick. You are supposed to feel really happy.
But why Fate is never really on your side?
Does God really hate you that much? All of your life, there was nothing but suffering, your parents never cared about you.
You and your husband, Jungkook- you love him, you really do but he’s just sometimes too much to bear. you’ve been having some problems in your marriage and you almost were considering divorce but now?
now, you are carrying another innocent life inside of you. That could be ruined because of you. Because of Jeon Jungkook, who ruins everything.
The thing is that he doesn’t want a child. He freaks out over the idea of having a child.
You sob at how pathetic you are. How could you let this happen? You are pregnant, with his child. You want to die. But now, you can’t do that.
If there’s anything you and him are not compatible with? It’s your family plan. You’ve always wanted children. Unlike your husband.
And no matter what his reaction is going to be, you can’t help but grab your belly, wiping your tears that fall.
You are going to have this baby. You can’t kill it- your husband will suggest it, you know him so well.
Because you are not a killer. You can’t kill the little life inside of you. That you so desperately wanted all your life. You’ve prayed for this moment.
And even though you have made your decision,
Panic rises in your chest as you come out of the bathroom and look at Jungkook’s and yous wedding photos that litter the creamy beige walls. Thankfully, he’s not home right now so you will have some time to relax and plan how to tell him.
But- it’s almost time.
He could be home any minute now! The ticking of the clock almost warns you. Time is going.
You throw the stick in the dumpster. He’s going to find it anyways. you have no idea why you feel so nervous… You feel like you are being suffocated. And you can’t be saved.
As your hand rests on your yet to be swollen stomach, something switches in you. You have to be strong now. You need to survive for your child. You have to make him understand. This child will be a blessing for the both of you. You are going to become strong.
You are going to change everything just for the sake of your child. Because this little bean is now the reason for your existence. Maybe this could fix your marriage-because you really don’t want to leave your husband-you’re not sure about what you want..
You quickly wipe the tears as a small smile paints your lips. Your grandma raised you to be strong and you can just give into Jungkooks stupid demand. You are going to be like your grandma, who raised you, took care of you. Became your mum, that you never had.
This baby is just as jungkook as yours too, and it is going to become your strength. This baby is a gift from God, your saving grace.
Your husband was really happy on the particular day, when you had been told about your fertility issues, he made it really clear that he never wanted children, he always wanted it, to be him and you.
Your thoughts are cut off short when the doorbell rings. And the main door unlocking. talk of the devil? And He shall appear.
You inhale a deep breath.
Time to do this.
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“I’m pregnant, Jungkook.” The words come out of your mouth so easily. Jungkook who is cuddling, your body, a habit he has. Looks up at you.
He is currently laid in your lap, and he starts to laugh at you.
You want to roll your eyes, but this reaction is not really that surprising from him and you just have to be calm and collected right now.
“I-I’m so sorry? But you’re pregnant?” He stops laughing, as he wipes his tears. he looks so bad you with his brown eyes and you can tell he’s waiting for you to say that you’re kidding but you’re not.
You just smile at him in pity. Your nod of confirmation was all it took for Jungkook to start panicking.
“W-What are you saying!? Y-You can’t be! You can’t be pregnant!!” He gets up from your shared bed as he runs his hand frantically through his hair. His dark damp, long locks hiding his eyes.
What the fuck is he talking about? His words hit a nerve in you. He knows damn well how you got pregnant.
“What the fuck Jungkook! How can you ask me how I’m pregnant?! It’s because of you! You did this!” You scream at the panicking man.
“because I thought you weren’t supposed to get pregnant?!” He’s right about that but it’s not like you planned on this to happen. You also thought that you couldn’t have children.
So what was the point in using protection birth control, like he always said to you. You just both have to deal with the consequences of your actions.
“B-But yn! I don’t want a child.” There we go.
“There is not supposed to be someone else between us! Not a-a baby!” Jungkook cries desperately as he grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you as if you’ll understand his point. You get up from the bed.
If it’s an argument he wants, you’ll give him that.
You cannot believe that he’s crying right now.
You glare at the doe eyed man who is looking at you as if you have grown two heads. “Jungkook! You disgust me.” You spit at him. You can’t believe him, he is such a selfish person. Jungkook flinches at the coldness of your tone as his grip loosens on your shoulders.
His voice comes out rough and broken but he keeps on apologising to you. “Y-Yn P-Please! Y-You don’t mean that r-right? You can’t! Y-You love me! Just me! And no one else! We need to get rid of this baby!” He rambles on like a madman and as your brain register his words his last sentence hits you and your eyes widen in disbelief.
Why are you even surprised? Even though you knew he was going to say that? it just hurts a little bit more hearing it coming from his own mouth without any hesitation.
“W-What?! A-Are you hearing yourself Jungkook? You-You’re suggesting that I-I kill my unborn child?” Tears well up in your eyes, and they immediately start to fall down your cheeks at Jungkook’s suggestion. You avert your gaze away from Jungkook’s crazed eyes.
“You’re a sick bastard! Fucking monster!” You sob at him. Your curses don’t seem to affect him, it is like he has gone numb, the irony. He stands still.
“No. one. can. come. between. us.” Jungkook’s silent whispers could be heard by you. You massaged your temples, now there was only one option left.
“If this baby dies then I’ll die with it. And if you don’t want this baby..” you take in a breath. He always gets your blood pressure so high.
“If you don’t want this baby that means you don’t want me either, so I will just divorce you because I have been thinking about it. you are becoming too much for me to deal with it’s time you fucking grow Up!”
“I will have this baby because this is the only ray of hope in my life. Now, it’s your choice, Jungkook.” Your words come out of your mouth carefully. You wait for his response. 
But all you get is silence.
When he doesn’t respond you decid to leave the room, but a loud sob holds you back. Did you mention that your husband is actually pathetic and good for nothing?
Yes, he’s rich but, so what? Yes, he handsome in the first man you loved but now you’re beginning to regret it.
His rough screams for you please you, oddly his suffering pleases you to the core.
It was about time he suffered.
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“B-Be careful Y/N!” Jungkook instructs you while you laid down on the bed, your hands coming to caress your 6 months pregnant belly. His eyes are fixated on your movements, never left your belly as he smiled softly.
“Y/N just one month is left until our baby is here!” Soft giggles left his mouth as he laid beside you and caresses your stomach. “You look so beautiful like this! You’re pregnant with my child. You’ll be the mother of my child. We’re going to be parents! Now, everyone would know that you’re mine! This baby will make us inseparable, y-you won’t be able to leave me now!” Another chuckle vibrates from his chest.
You’re not sure what has happened to him these past few months but you’re glad that there’s improvement.
Maybe it was your threat to divorce and that got his head straight.
But meanwhile…
He could look at you forever and not get bored. You look so ethereal with your belly swollen because of him. He made you like this. The thought of that really pleases him.
Now you couldn’t ever think of leaving him! This child has bounded you to Jungkook forever.
Your tired voice brings him back to reality, “Jungkook he’s going to be so beautiful and cute! I love the little shoes that your parents bought for him oh! And his little clothes?? And the baby bathtub? His nursery is by far my most favourite! My lovely son! I can’t wait to meet you! Mommy loves you so much!” You talked to the baby. An exciting smile gracing your features.
Yeah, it’s a little boy. And his parents are so excited for their first grandchild.
Everyone is excited about him, even his friends are excited to become uncles.
He doesn’t understand what is the breed about having a little child, because all they do is cry and fuss. And poop.
Jungkook scoffs at you cooing at the child who wasn’t even born yet. You used to coo at him like this. Jungkook was supposed to be your baby! Jealousy slowly starts to creep up again.
He needs to stay calm. But how can when his brain is just refusing to give him any peace.
A thousand scenarios run through his mind. What if you don’t love him anymore? Or what if you will give the baby more attention than Jungkook? Or worse, what if the baby will completely take his place in your heart? And worst of all, what if you completely forget about him?
“Kook! Jungkook! Your phones buzzing! It’s Eunwoo!” You shake his shoulders to get his attention, your husband has a tendency to zone out.
You couldn’t help but wonder about what he’s thinking about so focused?
“Jungkook!” your tone got louder this time. Jungkook finally blinked as he smile at you.
“O-Oh I’m so sorry Y/N! Please pass me my phone, princess?” You decide to let go the urge of asking what was he thinking so deeply about and pass him the phone.
Jungkook kisses your lips quickly as he excuses himself out. You nod, and he smiles brightly while picking up the phone. You then focus on the book.
It makes sure that he’s away from you. The large house has a lot of benefits to it, whenever he wants to complain? he can just come in one of the rooms and scream.
As soon as he leaves the room a cry left him. “Eunwoo! I-I need your help! I-I don’t want this baby! He will steal Y/N away from me! N-No that can’t happen! Help me please! Y-Y/N is already slipping away from my grip! Help me get rid of this baby! Please!” Jungkook rambles on like a maniac through the phone while on the other line, Eunwoo sighs heavily.
“calm down first.” He spoke timidly. Jungkook took a deep breath. He’s right, Jungkook needs to get a grip on himself first.
“Now listen, we talked about this.” Eunwoo’s tone changed. “W-What!?” The long haired male rolls his eyes, because he knows he’s about to get lectured But a lecture is not what he needs. Jungkook needs a solution to his problem.
“I don’t think you should do something so immoral like that…” Jungkook got confused. What is he talking about?
“W-We can’t kill him! Y-Y/N wouldn’t want that! N-No!” Jungkook clearified. Jungkook couldn’t displease you.
“What are you implying?” Eunwoo took in a deep breath.. “having a child with her is a good thing, kook. That’s what I’ve been trying to make you understand… she will be with you forever.”
Of course you will be with him forever because it’s not like he will let you divorce him but why does everyone keep saying that a child will make your relationship only stronger?
You don’t even touch him.. anymore. Maybe it’s the sexual frustration catching up to him. Maybe everyone is right.
Jungkook’s eyes widen at eunwoo’s voice. He’s not exactly wrong though. Jungkook take some moment to think about this all over again.
He did read on the Internet that sex will help induce labor-and if he will tell you that you will definitely give in to him. He cannot believe that he’s thinking about that right now, but he can’t help it.
There’s still three months left in your delivery. He can wait for three months, right? Or maybe he could just seduce you into bed tonight.
Why are you not horny. Women tend to get really hormonal with your hormonal issues. Don’t have anything to do with your sex drive.
He will fix that.
A dirty smile is now on Jungkook’s face. He holds the phone tighter as he speaks the final words to eunwoo.
“Thanks man! For always helping me! I owe you.” He smiles and sighes.
You have always given him what he wanted, jungkook he always managed to get his way with you, so maybe this time it should be you in his place.
“No problem man! It’s just like how you helped me get my girl… Seeing you like this with yn makes me remember when I was at your place... but I am glad that you have understood because she deserves to be happy..”
Jungkook chuckles loudly. “Of course! What are brothers for?” Jungkook’s eyes darken, because he knows that as much as eunwoo would like to think that he’s different from jungkook, he’s not.
He’s also right about the fact that you deserve to be happy. That’s why he’s been so hopeful supportive during your pregnancy.
“Let’s see when the baby comes..”and after saying goodbye to his friend? Jungkook walks back to your shared bedroom.
There you are, hand on your belly and your eyes scrunched together at the book you’re reading. He smiles at the sight.
No one could ever come between you and him. Not even his own blood. He belonged to you and you belonged to him. And the baby can never come between you and Jungkook.
You will have to decide the baby’s fate.
It all depends on you now.
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yeeterthek33per · 7 months
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Love it, Love you (Caitlin Foord x Reader)
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Summary: You and Caitlin are filming for the disney matildas series.
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Slow motion scene of Caitlin bounding over to you on the sideline, hands grabbing your face, pressing your lips together after scoring against Spain. There's a soft flow of piano music over the top.
"Ya know, I don't think we ever really explained that one to the girl's either."
Caitlin chuckles softly and shakes her head in agreeing negativity. Both of you are sitting on the white couch in your house in London. You're tucked under her arm.
"Yeah, no, I don't think we'd told them at that point. So I think they kind of freaked out on us after the game."
You lean off the couch with a soft laugh, head in your hands, ruffling your hair slightly.
Caitlin shakes her head with a sigh.
"That's an understatement. Poor Steph, girl was getting bombarded as well. Not that she knew either. Cait and I were just sitting there while they all kind of just lost their minds. Steph looked utterly disappointed that we hadn't told her sooner."
"Your sister.. well."
You give Caitlin a look.
"My sister looked ready to deck you. Macca looked like she would probably have to hold her back and Sam just facepalmed and told the girls to cool it so we could actually answer. Tony didn't even bother sticking around for the whole debacle."
"Yeah, that was a tough one. I don't think Lans has been able to trust me properly since. I love the girl, but man does she hold a grudge."
You slap her on the shoulder with an eye roll.
"Excuse me, you forget you're engaged to her sister here. I imagine any protective older sister would be peaved about one of their best mates suddenly sidling up with their sibling. Also I'd like to point out you could very well still call that woman to help you bury a dead body and she would do so no questions asked. So I'd like to think she still trusts you very much thanks."
Cut to a video of Caitlin celebrating with Alanna after a brilliant header from the defender against Jamaica.
"Don't know if that makes it better, honestly. I'm afraid she'll stick me in my sleep one day."
Cut back to the couch, You give her a playful glare.
"Just because you copped the shovel talk from one of the tallest girls on the team, does not mean she'd actually murder you. At least not without prompting. I can't imagine she would kill you without you doing something first."
Caitlin just turns her head back to the camera with an incredulous look.
"Anyway, that was four days before our third anniversary. Literally two days before I proposed. I think Alanna might have been too late to stop it or you know, try to break us up. Ya know?"
You fake a cough into your balled hand, turning away slightly.
"What? Did she actually try? Oh my god, I swear I will kick her butt if she actually tried."
You whip your head around at her, a disbelieving laugh leaving your lips.
"Oh you'll kick her but will you? What happened to being terrified of her?"
Caitlin keeps her mouth shut and you tut softly, hand resting on her knee.
"That's what I thought. Yes she did try to forbid me from dating you, cinderella style and all. But after some convincing, she switched it up to reminding me that I could still dump you if I changed my mind and she wouldn't totally gut you afterwards."
Caitlin looks dead on into the lense, an unimpressed look of told-you-so playing on her expression. You burst out laughing at that.
"See what I have to deal with? Why did I agree to marry you again?"
You smack her on the chest, backhanded.
"You're the one that proposed doofus."
She just grins cheekily.
"Oh yeah, I did too. is it too late for a refund?"
You roll your eyes, and scoff.
"Give you 'refund'."
She rubs your shoulder, pecking you on the cheek.
"You love me."
"Debatable."
You receive puppy dog eyes in return and poke her nose, a resounding groan as you push her slightly, turning back to the camera again.
The video fades to black and shifts to a new scene between you.
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You're standing in your backyard watching Caitlin run around and play tug of war with Peach.
"I'm so proud of her, everything she does is just phenominal and I'm glad I got to be part of her journey. The moment I got the call from her saying she'd been considered for an Arsenal transfer, it was then I knew I would follow her anywhere."
Cut to footage of Caitlin scoring against Aston Villa.
Cut back to you looking at the brunette, with major heart eyes.
"We were only together for about a few weeks at that point, but having been close friends before then made it feel like longer. She wasn't one hundred percent in it, especially since she thought she'd be leaving me in Australia on my own since Alanna was about to transfer to tottenham too."
Footage switches to Alanna, in a Manchester City hoodie, sitting in her own living room.
"I felt weird, leaving my sister, we'd always been one for one, and this was the first time we'd properly been separated by ocean. She came with me to Orlando and before that, had stayed with our parents. We both got contracted for Sydney and just hadn't really separated after that. Though I was pretty chuffed to find out she was moving closer again, with my best friend at that."
Back to you in the backyard, Caitlin now sat beside you on an outdoor recliner.
"Surprised the hell out of me, getting that call from my manager, he was like, Y/n, I've got big news, Arsenal want you. I think I was so shocked I just laughed. I thought he was one crazy a****** for joking about that. What are the chances I get contracted by the exact same club as her within just weeks of each other. Surprised her too."
Caitlin puffs out a laugh.
"You didn't mention why though. Surprised because I just mopily walk into training, thinking about how to deal with the distance anxiety and just, in you walk, day thirteen of me being in London. 'Hey, sweetheart, how's your day been? Oh yeah by the way, I'm playing here now'."
"To be fair, It was meant to be a surprisez considering I basically had to schedule everything perfectly. Without Steph's help, because ya know, that would've been suspicious."
You lean your head on her shoulder, her hsnd comes up to run through your hair.
"Stephs face was pretty funny though, what are the chances three Aussies all get contracted within just weeks of each other. The older girls were all like 'what is jonas thinking?'. It's definitely been remarkable though, both of them are phenominal and they deserve every bit of everything we achieve with the gunners."
She looks down at you with a loving smile and you grin widely back up at her.
Footage of Steph and Caitlin's starting for Arsenal, standing in the lineup, your face new amongst the starters further down the line, right beside Leah Williamson.
"It was certainly something else. Being able to play with such big names at the time. Kim Little was one in particular that I'd been terrified of in that moment. How many times I'd seen Caitlin go head to head with her. Now I know her better though, she's just a big softy and she's got a soft spot for me, too."
Caitlin shakes her head.
"I think she means spoilt, this one can do no harm in the captains eyes. The baby of the team she likes to claim. Even though she's only like two years younger than me."
You protest.
"Twenty-three was pretty young, obviously not the youngest on the team, but it's not like I was pushing thirty already, jesus."
Caitlin gets an offended look on her face.
"Excuse you, thirty is not even that old. 'Pushing thirty already' you're twenty-six, thats not far from thirty thank you, also don't let Kimmy hear you say that."
You chuckle.
"Eh, she loves me. But you're closer to thirty than me so."
And you poke out your tongue at her. Your girlfriend just looks at the camera again.
"Bloody childish, what do I tell ya?"
You kiss her cheek, a small smirk on your lips.
"You love me."
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Video footage of the two of you making a huge passing play up the left side of the field, playing against England. The ball gets switched in a fast tikki taka motion as you both move up the line. You make a run for the box and it's like Caitlin doesn't even have to look for you as she sends the ball right to your head for you to sneak past Earps, who despite her best efforts, can't make contact with the ball.
Cut to you both walking through a forested walkway outside of the city. A long shot from the back, and then flicks to a full shot at the front as you both slowly walk down the concrete pathway.
"When she received her first call up to the team, she called me frantically, practically balling her eyes out."
"Balling my eyes out, I could hardly talk into the phone to get it out. Coach had called me when I was at home on my own, and Caitlin was in at the office."
"I stand by this, but you'd actually called me at the worst time too. I was sitting beside my coworkers on a mini break, one of them is a physio on the Arsenal team as well as one for where I work. All they hear coming from my phone is just incoherent blubbering, followed by "Babe! I GOT IN!" Of course, I wasn't following exactly what she meant and my dumb brain just went, in like, the ice bath?"
Your laughter rings out at that.
"That's what you thought I meant?"
Caitlin nods slowly, a small blush developing on her cheeks.
"That's just what we'd been talking about at the time, including how you in particular refused to touch the ice baths for the first six months, someone basically had to carry you in with them. So like, I was excited for you to finally have gotten over that fear on your own."
You push her slightly, a loving smile making it's way onto your lips.
"That's really sweet, but no I did that three months after that, when I finally decided to stop being a wuss, now that I was actually playing in the big big big league, I had to. But that's beside the point."
"Uhuh, sure sweets, anyway, when she finally started going into the phone call itself, it did finally click in my head because I never actually explicitly mentioned the ice bath either so we were both still pretty excited, but for different reasons."
"Yeah, I did not like her initial reaction at the time."
"I was still super confused why you were like full sobbing about it though. I was like 'okay, congrats baby, you did it, no big deal'. I think she was ready to hit me after that one."
"Mild understatement."
Caitlin chuckles, bringing your knuckles up to her lips.
"so when she brought up how amazing it felt to finally break onto the national team, I just was like 'Ohhhhh... oh.... OH, Congrats baby!'."
The footage cuts to your hands linked in the between you, her thumb gently caressing the skin there before cutting back to a mid shot of you both from the front as you giggle softly.
"I just kept thinking, what did she think I meant, what does she mean no big deal. Cocky woman. To think I wanted to marry her too. She did get super excited for me, though, after that. She's a little slow, but I love her."
You give her a shit eating grin as she glares at you.
"She's honestly such a little brat sometimes, can you believe this?"
You giggle softly, bumping hips with her.
"You love it."
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Footage of some of the afterparty in the locker room plays, Caitlin clearly in view sculling champagne out of the trophy.
"Back at the Cup of Nations. We were out celebrating in a VIP bar, and they'd given us free entry, the whole team, I mean. There were drinks being passed around every two minutes. I think we were just so ridiculously drunk after that. Steph was the only one not really drunk. "
"Well yeah, to be fair she was kind of... well."
You roll your eyes at the striker.
"She was injured, so she had to kind of not drink. Caitlin, the dumby, dropped her kitbag in the doorway, so when we drunkenly stumbled in, we kicked it out of the way. Out popped the engagement ring. Luckily, I didn't notice. But neither did Caitlin. Steph did though, pretty sure it was the first thing to catch her eye as she dropped us both off in the hotel room. She just picked it up, threw it back in the bag, and when we were both on the beds."
"Relatively."
"Somewhat. She took a photo of us, sent it to Caitlin, and said, "Congrats, don't let Lans see you propose." Not the message I was expecting to see that morning. I'd accidentally picked her phone up.-"
Cut to you sitting at the kitchen island in your house, Caitlin standing at the stove.
"You claim it was accidental, but we both know the truth, babe."
"It was! You left your phone right next to where I charge mine instead of on your own bloody bed side. Anyway! That was how I found out she wanted to propose. Because my lovely fiancee here couldn't put her stuff away. As always."
You give her a mildly playful, unimpressed look.
"Pfft, that was all drunk caitlin, I don't associate with that chick. She's an idiot."
You purse your lips.
"Clearly."
Caitlin stays stirring the pan for a second before turning around suddenly to your suppressed laughter.
"Hey!"
You let it out at that point, shoulders wracked with laughter, head on the bench. When you finally catch your breath, you look at her again, but she's turned back to the stove. What you can't see is the small smile on her lips, which the camera does.
"Love you."
She turns her head slightly to say something back.
"You better. Ya dork."
It's your turn to pout again.
"Hey!"
You gesture to your girlfriend in front of you, eyes in contact with the camera.
"See what I have to deal with? Won't even say it back, so mean."
She turns back to you with a small wink, smirk playing at her mouth.
"You love it."
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The image switches to you both sitting laying back on a lounge chair set up outside the back door, watching the summer sun go down in London.
"I'm so grateful we get to be together throughout this whole experience. She's the love of my life and she's an amazing football player too."
You smile up at her from your place leant against her chest. The camera pans around as you both share a quick kiss.
"I don't know, feels like you've got me beat. I feel like I don't tell you I love you enough."
Caitlin gives a quick glance to the camera lens.
"She does it every two hours and still says that."
You pout up at her. She pinches your cheek softly, kissing you on the forehead.
"You're lucky I love you."
Caitlin looks fully up at the camera this time.
"See?"
"Oh my god. Hush up"
"You love it."
"I love you."
She chuckles and you just shake your head and bring her in for a full kiss. Fade to black.
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kairiscorner · 7 months
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i saw your miguel requests are open!! Yay!
Could you write a Miguel x f!reader where reader is a stubborn, confident daughter of a crime lord and Miguel is required to be her bodyguard even though she doesn't want anything to do with her father's work?
HI DEARRRRR OFC OFC !! sorry if the climax seemed so sudden, i just wanted to do something related to the third image on the header bc it looked so cute rgh ... anyway, hoping you like this !!
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bodyguard!miguel o'hara x fem!reader
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the guy your father hired to protect you was... a real piece of work.
first of all, he was worse than your dad; he refused to let you do anything by yourself or go anywhere all alone, even in the most private of places. he sits close by you, or across you, while eating–he stands outside of the comfort room, standing all menacingly by your stall door and glaring down at anybody who walked by, and he'd decline invitations to anywhere fun and exciting for you in fear that you'd 'get all rebellious' on your father. "do you not know how to have fun? i'm starting to think you were, what, synthesized in a lab, never experienced wanting to have some excitement in your life?" you asked him sarcastically as he drove you home, with you at the front seat–your arms folded over your chest as you narrowed your eyes at your stoic-faced bodyguard.
miguel didn't budge and kept his eyes on the road; expertly driving without flinching or looking away one bit from the road ahead of you two. you raised an eyebrow and sighed, slumping further into your seat. "you're like the terminator, like, i don't even know if you kill people, but you're like him–a mindless robot that can only follow orders." you said with a huff. he finally spoke soon enough as you two hit a red light. "your father's paying me to follow orders, not to do anything else, let alone have idle chit-chat with his daughter." he said pretty bluntly and monotonously, making you groan exaggeratedly. "of course he would never pay for me to have a friend. he did when i was seven years old, though, that went to shit after a while, however." you blabbed as miguel looked at you from the corner of his eye.
"wait, of course, you don't wanna hear it." "no, no, keep talking, ma'am." miguel then blurted out himself. "that is... if you wish to keep talking." he added, distancing himself from you while still getting a little closer than ever before. you were surprised at how miguel was taking the initiative to talk to you, and you figured that since you had nothing better to do, why not tell this man your whole life story, thoughts, problems, and... just everything you've been keeping to yourself all this time. "fuck, i wanna leave home." you confessed to him as miguel slowed the car down, coming to a turn. "...and why's that?" he asked you, making you immediately shrug in response. "well, my dad wants to protect me and all, which, i'm grateful for, but... i don't wanna have a part in everything he does, i don't want... i don't want to do what he does, and i'm scared that, one day... i will end up like him." you confessed, tears streaming down your cheeks without you realizing. this has happened multiple times while you were alone, but never with anyone else–you'd sometimes cry without you realizing and mask it up, switch your emotions like flicking a switch on and off.
miguel, for the first time in a long while, turned his head to look at you and away from the road for a bit. he slowed down his driving and just... looked onto your scared, worried eyes that reflected just how fearful you were of becoming like your father. you were always so daring, rebellious, and confident to boot–you never showed fear unless it was a real, tangible fear you felt like it might come true one day if you weren't careful. he cleared his throat and looked up ahead, back on the road. "it's not my place to say anything regarding this matter, i'm not the most well-equipped person to have anything remotely helpful to say about any of this, but, um... you don't know that." he whispered those last few words in a small, creaking voice, not even sure why he's saying what he's saying; gulping back the already spoken words and shirking back in the driver's seat silently.
you sniffled back the tears you didn't realize you were holding in and looked at him quizzically. "...don't know what?" you asked him with a gentle voice, prompting him to finish his thought. miguel sighed and pulled up to the driveway, cutting through the dark evening with the bright lights illuminating from the luxurious car miguel drove you in and shut off the ignition, shifting in his seat as anxiety and nervousness filled his mind. "you... you don't know if you'll really be like him. you're not your father, you might not even become your father; you're... you. and, i like you for who you are, for all your snarkiness, cheekiness, you giving me a hard time all the time, i... i appreciate you as you are now." he finished, feeling his face get all flustered as he saw the way your eyes shone in the dark, how your tears from earlier glistened as the moon shone above and let light pour down upon your twinkling face. he got out of the car and went over to your door as usual to escort you out, but when he got close to your door, you left the window open and—as he got nearer towards you—you grabbed him gently by his tie, pulled him in close, and pressed your plush lips against his. you didn't know what you just did or why you even did what you did—but something about his words stuck to you and compelled you to... do some things you'd keep to yourself.
"i, um... thank you. you're... not as emotionless as i thought you'd be, i-i suppose..." you murmured silently as you pulled away from him and let his tie slip from your hands as you scooched out of the passenger and driver's seat, exiting out the door miguel left through; watching him stare at you with widened eyes and a bashful, surprised look on his face that made him think and ask himself, 'was that... real?' he merely nodded and kept clearing his throat as he stumbled away from the car, but fumbling the keys in his hands to lock the doors once he realized he forgot to do so. you swore you heard him mutter how 'soft your lips felt, how 'if your dad learned about that... there was no telling what'd happen to him', but most of all—you swore that he seemed softer, kinder, and a lot more vulnerable than before you kissed him.
he seemed so much warmer now, somehow...
this wasn't stopping you totally from overthinking all the time, though, it was good to know that he respected you as a person as opposed to some girl he was going to protect at all costs. but the reason why you kissed him... it sent your face to a furious fluster and made your brain short-circuit even remembering it all, made you weak in the knees and stutter a whole lot while thinking about it, looking forward to the next time you'd see him, for once.
tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce
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dr-aculaaa · 8 months
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this is me attempting to post something on this website after having a love/hate relationship for some time.
So without further ado…. *cracks knuckles* *deep inhale*
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smutty monsterfucker drabble about Werewolf!Robin Buckley and her usual domme girlfriend switching roles during the full moon
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warnings: 18+ mature content | minors do not interact • sapphic monsterfucking (duh) afab!reader, brief mentions of blood & wounds
A/N: header artwork, Bitch is Golden, by Fay Ku (2010) dividers made by @mmadeinheavenn
In her human form, she’s the absolute sweetest and softest sub.
The way she moans in your mouth from little touches. Your palm pressed against the front of her jeans as she sits in your lap, fingers slipping under her the soft worn out fabric of her favorite shirt going up her back until you find the clasp of her bra between freckled shoulder blades.
She’s at the mercy of your praise as she squirms underneath you after being laid back down, your hot breath sweeping below her navel as you tug down her jeans. Past her ankles, you throw the heavy denim onto the floor, hands now grazing up the curve of her calf and the soft leg hair raised from chills as your lips touch her knee. Her inner thigh, you slowly take your time until she’s raising her hips eagerly and begging for you to taste her.
Her sweet husked voice whines in your delay over her erogenous zone, making you crawl back up over, pinning hands of bracelets and chipped mismatched nail polish above her head telling her to be good.
She’s so sweet like this, so pretty with flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes that catch the light of the nearby lamp and twinkle when she’s forced to look back at you with your hand under her jaw after she bashfully turned away to moan.
You know she’ll be good,
she’s always a good girl for you.
When the moon is full, however, that’s when you become her good girl.
During this passing lunar phase, something in your Robbie shifts.
She’s clingy, but not in her usual sense. When passing groups or even simply around friends, the glares she gives to those who come a little too close for her liking could kill.
Mine. Robin enforces.
All mine.
Your scent, how she’s obsessed, just wanting to breathe nothing else and fill her lungs the aroma that tickles her tongue. Each deep breath, a hit off a drug that brings psychedelics to her brain.
It’s a sedative.
It’s an adrenaline rush.
You’re an absolute feast for her senses and you make Robin a greedy, greedy creature of the night.
You love when your girl gets like this. You have no problem at all now letting her use you in any way, indulging what her new animalistic desires crave.
She’s more confident.
Stronger.
Her hands are always on you, arms wrapped around your waist, just like now with an unsuspected approach in the kitchen.
During this time of the month, much like those other few days, you spend your days in sweats, an old tank top with no bra, not caring what you’re wearing.
This is what she likes best, no other hassle of an outfit, just you, all naturally, you.
How easy it is to reach under your shirt and grab your bare breasts from behind. Slightly bigger hands from moonlight transformation run feverishly hot as they cup and squeeze, making you keel over the counter as fingers now adorning sharp hooked claws start to tweak the two sensitive buds while you feel her hungry breath on the nape of your neck.
You try to lift yourself with sweaty palms flat on the cool kitchen granite but the trail of gentle bites down your shoulder where your strap slipped off makes you surrender.
Instead, using the back of your palm as a cushion for your chin and cheek as you pleasurably hum at the feeling of her claw like nails scratching down your side your spine where she then keeps you bent over with a single hand on your back. The other is hooking into the elastic waistband hugging your hips tight as she tugs down both your pants and already damp spot on the fabric that stuck to your honeyed warm glacé sex.
You’re her sweet nectarine, each bite dribbling down her chin, licking each drop, not daring to waste any juicy, ripe, revelation from this short lived dynamic.
With heightened senses Robin takes a deep inhale of your arousal, a low growl that makes your pelvic floor clench nothing as she drops to her knees with claws now spiking into the flesh of your bottom as she spreads you slightly, getting ready to devour you whole until the last of your strength leaves your trembling legs and you need to be carried to a spot where she can continue ravishing your lounging body with her hot, slick tongue and grazing teeth that clamp down on your skin that’s so close to breaking under her sharp rows of pearls that bring threat to your life but instead continue to bring nothing but pleasure and brief moments of affection with passionate kisses that follow after tight pulls from lower fangs against your pulse.
Mid-canis lupus transformation our girl is a beast with an insatiable appetite… but when she’s full furred and four legged…. It’s exactly what you need to recover after relentless carnal cravings.
Nuzzling against her soft, plush of long fur, your fingers comb through and down over her chest. Her whole body curls around yours, from snout to the tip of her tail, to keep aching muscles warm and safe.
She licks each and every bite, scratch, wound from her aggression that might have gone unnoticed during her entrusted conquer of your mind, body, and soul.
Big steel colored eyes look upon you lovingly before closing in serenity at the feeling of your hand stroking over between her brow as your other small hand holds her mighty jaw from underneath.
Yours.
“Good girl,” You coo after her pleased huffs and sighs puff air at your half dazed, floaty smile expression that then buries itself in her fur before drifting off to sleep.
Even as a beast,
“My good girl,”
she’s still all yours.
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givemea-dam-break · 11 months
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a/n: requested by @mischivana " can you please do 2, 6, 8, 10, 12, or 48 either jason or connor. or 24 or 44 (or both) with jason. can you make them x mortal reader cause there really isn't enough mortal reader stuff around and I've been craving it, thank you!!!! " i've done this for jason since i haven't written much for him, so i hope you enjoy! my past two things for him have been very sad, so this is a bit happier lol
warnings: minor injury detail prompts: "Don't worry; it hurts a little less each time." and "I love you and it terrifies me." gn reader
What Are You So Afraid Of? - Jason Grace
Midnight. There's a crash downstairs.
You jolt up in your bed, heart pounding. It's silent for a moment, and you start to think that you might just be hearing things, but then there's another. Louder, closer. Heavy. With your heart racing, you grab the nearest thing you could use as a weapon - a stuffed teddy, for heaven's sake - and stand on tired legs.
There's a bang on your door, and you jump. You should call the police, but your bones feel locked with terror. You can't bring yourself to reach for your phone. This is perhaps the worst time for your parents to be away.
Another bang, and a rattle of your door handle, and the intruder stumbles in. All at once, they fall into your wardrobe with a series of curses and shouts, and you launch the teddy bear at them. It gets the expected result, simply bouncing off the intruder's header, and it's then that you notice who it is.
"Jason?"
"Yours truly," the intruder groans.
"What -?"
He makes a gasping sound as he steps forward, and you can only see his shadowed form as it stumbles. Immediately, you rush over, catching him under the arms and dragging him over to your bed, laying him over top of your dishevelled covers.
"Watch your eyes," you say before flicking your bedside lamp on.
He curses again when the light switches on, covering his eyes with a bruised and bleeding arm. Already, there's blood on your bed sheets.
"What happened?" you demand.
Jason shifts slightly, getting as comfortable as he can as you check him over for other injuries. Besides his arm and a gash on his leg, he's seemingly all right, but the amount of blood is making you nervous.
"On a quest."
"Yeah, I guessed. But what happened? Haven't you taken some ambrosia?"
His arm moves now, and his eyes slowly adjust to the dim light of your room. Though bloodshot, they still gleam a gorgeous glittering blue that has you almost transfixed. You catch yourself before you get distracted, rifling around in your nightstand for the little first aid kit you keep in there for situations like this.
"Ran out," he says quietly. "You've still got some here, right? I think I left some last time."
You pull it out just as he asks, wordlessly passing him a chunk of the godly food. It's sat in your drawer for a few weeks now - somehow it hasn't gone off - and you're glad that you forgot about it. As a demigod, the ambrosia helps Jason heal, but if you, a mortal, were to eat it, you'd likely combust into flames and die. If it always smells as good as it does now, you're eternally grateful for your bad memory. You probably would've been a pile of burnt ashes had you remembered.
"Fighting some monsters at North Beach, but they got some good hits in." He looks over at you then, noting the horrified expression on your face at how easily he speaks about being almost killed. "Don't worry; it hurts a little less each time."
"That's supposed to make me feel better? Jason! You're bleeding everywhere!"
He waves his hand nonchalantly and plasters on a smile, but you notice the way the pain he's in makes the scar on his lip twitch. "I'm all right, (name). Promise. just needed some ambrosia. I'll be healed up in no time."
You watch carefully as the blood slowly stops flowing, and the skin gradually mends itself back together. Begrudgingly, you shove the first aid kit back into your nightstand.
"I can't stay long," Jason says, closing his eyes for a moment. "I can't put -"
"Me in danger, yes I know. Son of Jupiter and everything." Kneeling beside the bed, you resist the urge to take his hand in yours and squeeze it, more for your own comfort than his. "You can't just walk back to your camp from here in the middle of the night. It's too dangerous. You always say monsters are more dangerous at night."
"I'll be fine."
"Jason."
His eyes open again, locking onto yours. Fifteen years old, and already those eyes hold more than they should have. You've seen your fair share of things in that same amount of time, but you can't even begin to think what life as a demigod could entail. What it could do to a person. Already, they hold more memories and horrors than they really should.
"I can't risk your life, (name)," he insists.
"You and your saviour complex! You're staying here tonight. You can head back in the morning when I can call you a taxi."
"You could call me one now."
"Absolutely not."
"(name) -"
"I won't hear any more about it," you say.
You grab the spare blanket you keep in your wardrobe, wrap it around your shoulders, and pull the duvet on your bed over Jason until it reaches his chin. He could easily move and hinder the process, but he stays still. You've got a feeling that he doesn't mind being taken care of sometimes. Not when he's usually the one taking care of others.
"Get some sleep," you tell him, sitting on top of a pillow beside the bed. "You have to be exhausted."
He shakes his head and rolls onto his side so he can face you. "I want to make sure you're all right."
"I'm not the one that was attacked tonight."
"That could change."
You give him a look. "Jason, I've been fine every other time you've come here. What are you so afraid of? In all the time we've known each other, no monsters have shown up at my door."
He goes quiet then, and you worry that you've pushed too hard. Jason may be in charge of the camp he stays at, but you know how hard it all is for him, what with being the son of the king of the gods. He's lonely, and you're well aware that his coming to see you, whether it be after a quest or just on a whim, allows him to escape that life. But always with the monsters, the warnings. He's never stayed more than an hour, afraid he'll get you killed, but you want more than that. You need more than that. You don't want to spend the rest of your life waiting for him to appear, just for him to leave so soon.
"I'm sorry," you murmur. "I just -"
"I love you," he interrupts, "and it terrifies me."
The rest of your sentence gets stuck in your throat, and for a moment you can't breathe.
He looks away, the lamplight reflecting in the bright blue of his eyes. "I've loved you for months. Ever since we met, really, when you accidentally saved me from a bunch of monsters following me in the Legion of Honor and told me that I needed to brush my teeth if I was going to get so close to you. But I'm - I'm scared of losing you."
Your hands are shaking a little. "You're not going to lose me."
"I don't want to risk that," he says. "I don't remember my family - my mom and sister. I've known nothing but being a demigod all my life. But you help me forget about it all and pretend that I'm a normal kid for a little while. I don't want to lose that or you. But me being here puts you in danger."
"Jason..."
"You don't need to feel the same." He still won't look at you. "I just needed you to know."
"Will you look at me?"
He struggles with himself for a moment, but eventually, he turns his head, fixing his gaze on yours. With a shaky hand, you find his beneath your duvet cover and squeeze gently, offering the best smile you can manage.
"I do feel the same," you say. "And, I've been safe all this time. I'll stay that way regardless if you stay a few more hours, okay?"
He doesn't look entirely convinced, but still, he nods and says, "Okay. But just this once."
"Like hell it'll be just this once."
A soft laugh escapes his lips. "I'll keep you safe."
"Of course, you will, Jase."
Even still, it takes barely ten minutes for him to doze off peacefully, smiling so softly that it makes your heart feel warm. You don't let go of his hand, ensuring that even in sleep he knows you're still there. And you press a soft kiss to his forehead as you switch your lamp off, praying that this wasn't all a dream or some figment of your imagination.
I love you. The words still echo in your mind, even as you eventually fall asleep, head fallen on the pillow his own rests on.
I love you.
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ryaiga · 11 months
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The One God Forbade
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Chapter 1
Pairing - Captain Price X GN!Reader X Lieutenant Riley
MDNI 18+ PLEASE.
WORD COUNT: 6.3K
Summary: You survived an interrogation but don't remember anything except the pain you endured and Captain Price saving you. Once you recovered, you were left with more questions with seemingly no answer.
AUTHOR’S NOTE AT THE END! 
WARNINGS/CWS/TWS: GRAPHIC SCENES(DETAILED GORE, there will be a warning and a spacer just for it so you can skip), Military terms that might be wrong, Drinking, Childhood trauma, mention of abuse, death and mentions of death, talks of scars, implied rape.
Spacers/Headers by: @mmadeinheavenn , @imlevis , @animatedglittergraphics-n-more , @wanwanparty
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{(N/n) = nickname}
It was a surprise Kortac didn't sign you from the get go. You knew of a couple of their members, König and Horangi specifically, only by mere whispers. You were the new recruit on base. Anyone and everyone would kill to have your spot, a vacancy was opened and granted to you to join Task force 141. Nobody saw it coming, you'd always thought it was the best soldier from your squad who'd be nominated, but everyone including you was blindsided by the choice. 
You were home, on leave for only a week after a grueling mission your platoon had to complete and after recovery. Intel was needed and special ops teams Alpha, Delta and ,your squad, Echo were tasked to gather it, eliminate all threats if faced and by any means get said intel. Other squads joked (some meant what they said) that you didn't belong in the army, but rather a mercenary group like Kortac. The lengths you'd take to accomplish a mission gave you that title. It was a switch, something even you can't control. What lays in your wake is the multiple sights of mangled and bloodied corpses, those whose faces were intact belonged to people you have never come across once in your life.
That mission made your attempts to sleep futile, it haunts you every night when you rest your head. You were separated from your team, trying to exfil but ended up amidst an ambush. Everyone knew how skilled a soldier you were, but never had taken you for the type to sacrifice yourself for the means of your fellow squadmates' safety. You'd make headway to a couple of your injured comrades, shooting at enemies who’d even think of taking a step forward. Dragging them back to the safety of the group, you’d left them to get first aid, hell you even threw your back up kit on top of one of the injured before running to the last man. The few before him received shots to their limbs, nothing that would render them dead, but the last man had more than just a shot. 
Rodney was Echo team’s Field Team Leader(FTL) and had been by your side pulling the injured and returning fire on the enemies. That was when a stray IED happened to go off, you swore that a pebble triggered it but you didn't have the time to think about it. Luckily for the both of you, it wasn’t close to do deadly damage but it was enough for the building in front of you to shake and a piece of rubble had fallen onto Rodney’s leg as he was trying to get up after the explosion. You had been scraped by flyaway shrapnels but one happened to embed itself into your thigh, right above your knee. Seeing that he had it worse, you made it a priority to get that injured comrade out of the way first so you can focus on Rodney after. You’d almost — or hell quite literally — thrown the man to safety and dashed for Rodney, using the momentum, you attempted to kick the rubble off and thankfully it did. Placing a tourniquet on Rodney’s leg so he didn't bleed out. 
You'd only manage to drag him halfway to the group, before a crazed hostile came charging at you with a knife. Stupid as it was to bring a knife to a gunfight in a literal sense, you reached for your pistol and raised it to shoot the hostile, hearing a click instead of a shot going off. An empty mag, you chuckled. Shouting for Rodney to crawl the rest of the way and yell for someone, you holstered the pistol to exchange for your trusty karambit. You've been in hand to hand combat for training but for some reason this was different. You found yourself on the ground quicker than ever, despite being top in your batch. 
The man stood over you with a sinister look, with a grin stretching from ear to ear. “Another American added to my collection, I won’t kill you so soon. Not yet at least, we still need to know how you found this place. And dear little soldier, oh how much fun I’ll have torturing you and keeping you barely breathing.” He proceeded to plunge the knife into your side, somehow missing everything vital but you convinced yourself that it would be blood loss that kills you at this point. You’d rather die quiet than betray the military. Blacking out due to the shock, the last thing you heard Rodney yelling for the rest to fire at the man and not just stand there with their dicks in their hands. At last it was too late, the team had to exfil but not without calling it in and letting the team who was aiding us with the mission about the situation at hand. A rescue mission for a fellow soldier.
 Neither you nor your team knew that the intel was for Task Force 141’s next deployment, you were the bait Laswell had deployed. It was to ensure that the ring leader didn’t take the situation seriously, a random military team out on patrol happened to stumble upon a measly little operational base they had out in the sandy town, a perfect bait. Bringing back the intel to the team at base, Laswell gave Price the details of your rescue, unbeknownst to you of course.
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TORTURE SCENE AHEAD, AVOID IF YOU AREN’T COMFORTABLE WITH SUCH
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
You woke up to the sharp and pulsating pain in your side, vision blurred and arms shackled to a metal table, you remembered what happened. You braced yourself for the worse, nothing like good old torture. The next 8 hours felt like hell, from waterboarding, branding you with a metal rod that was heated to the point of it glowing bright orange, to nails being pulled starting from your toes then to your hands, you endured every second of torture being thrown at you. Sure it was horrible, but you kept your mouth shut by any means possible. Every time a nail was pulled ever so agonizingly slowly, you bit your lips to the point that blood dripped down your chin and that the pain was now numbed, you no longer felt it. You closed your eyes, counting every second.
1, 2, 3, 4- “How did you find this compound?” 9, 10. 30600. 1, 2, 3- “I know you can hear me!” 7, 8, 9, 10. 30610- Another slow pull of a nail, this time it was your right pinky toe, no nails on the right foot 8 hours, 35 minutes, 20 seconds into being kidnapped. Yeah they took a whole 5 minutes to torture your pinky toe for information. 
1, 2, 3, 4, 5- the door to the room opens again, a different man enters. This time with a trolley with surgical tools. You could see a scalpel, clamps, retractors, suction, staples and energy systems, you could tell this man enjoys the torment he inflicts. With the orchestra of surgical tools laid out in front of him, he was the conductor who was gonna lead your screams into a melodious conforment of the perfect harmony, a symphony to his ears. 45950. 
1, 2, 3, 4, you felt him cut open the top of your hand, using the clamps on the nerves and playing with them, all without anesthetics, you growled as your face contorted to the pain. Cauterizing the incision, “You know, I had enough sessions like this, I could get a medical license just from how talented and skill I am with my tools.” Deranged as he sounds, you kept counting. 50400. It is now 50401. You had enough when you felt him grab your belt buckle. That’s where it happened. You blacked out. The last that you remembered.
Back at base, Laswell called for the last mission briefing after Price gathered the boys and informed them of what was going on. After which Price and the few members of Task force 141 geared up. He led them onto the helo and they flew out to the sandy plains you were left at. 3 hours after the incident was called in. 
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Laswell had informed him of the prestigious yet silent soldier that was being considered for his team. He’d lost a recruit in an earlier deployment, one he took to heart. Like many from the past, another scar added, that lay permanent by his chest and the haunting that left him shaking and restless at night, another one failed by his very leadership. Making even the unshakeable captain wake in cold sweats and trembling and to his vices in the attempts to be grounded to earth once more. So to hear that he was getting a new member that was as or more skilled than the one before, meant that the military was willing to sacrifice yet another valuable asset if it meant that his team was complete from every angle. A well trained sniper, hardy in hand to hand, a versatile team player yet nothing more than your skills were known. Similar to his lieutenant, you were an enigma. Not even a drop of ink was placed about your past and how you came about the military. Your file had a picture, a battle hardened soldier who completed every mission with ease and precision of high caliber, but no other name besides (N/N). You hadn’t been rewarded with a callsign, no one knew enough about you to even give a title to your talents, unlike Soap or Ghost. Price read up on your previous missions, but to his disappointment (or amazement), every debrief on the details stated that no one saw how you executed. It was always done and over with by the time the rest came to you, and it happens within mere seconds. A regal display of crimson red, a mural of your skill assets that leaves even your FTLs in fear of ever being your enemy. However, No one was ready for what was to come. For you’d gain a title like no other, a prestige as high as the greatest artist known to man, the difference being that it came not from art. But from your ungodly fits to kill and survive, a display left out to strike fear in any person who wronged you.
Price and his team sat in the helo, adrenaline slowly creeping along their nerves as they awaited for the pilot's call to jump. “Hope we get there in time, wouldn't be good if we found ‘em KIA. Laswell seemed rather fond of the enigma.” Ghost briefly spoke, an utter breath that Price barely caught. Nodding in response, Price wanted to see what you were. How you handled the predicament you were in, knowing full well if it was one of his men, that they wouldn’t even think of breaking. Could he blame you? Not even your platoon had knowledge that you were against a group of skilled mercenaries guising as cartels selling American weapons on middle eastern soil. He’d seen what they’ve done to the soldiers before you, they never made it home and if they did, it was a closed casket ceremony. 
Needless to say you were in desperate need of saving if you even want to think of coming out alive. Ghost reminds the rest that they aren’t to hope too highly of your chances, another tag and body bag might be amongst them on their return. A slim chance that you’d even be crawling out that hellscape. It was a bad omen that Price hated, he didn’t like the thought of a rescue being a failed attempt before it even began. Before he could even try to save the person. The helo landed miles away from the building, too many for the team’s liking. It meant time was wasted traversing the dunes, and time was not on their side.
They managed to reach the building on the 14th hour, Gaz situated at a high vantage point and taking out any guard that would alert the others and prevent the team’s entry while Price and the other two got closer. Price split the teams, Gaz with him and Soap with Ghost. Ghost and Soap would make the initial breach, having that Soap was their demolitions expert. Gaz made his way to the other side of the building with Price to flank and surprise any enemies with the possible off chance of stumbling into you during the sweep. Over the comms, he gave the signal. A blast shook the building, he’d hear a handful of footsteps rush towards the other two, giving it a second before kicking the shitty metal door open. Entering the 4 story building, they cleared the first floor with ease before coming across a walkie talkie on one of the now dead tangos. “Goddamn it! Kill whoever that was, we need to handle-” the person on the other end was cut off and without a second for Price to ponder what the situation was, more enemies came barrelling down the steps, managing to count 6 as they entered a room for cover before a gunfight ensued. Soap deployed a 9 banger - a flashbang that would go off 9 times back to back - a headbanger experience for the poor dead men walking. Using that as a distraction Gaz took out 3 enemies before Ghost and Price eliminated the remaining few. 
Ghost and Soap rushed to the second floor while he and Gaz went to the third. ‘Faster’ echoed in the back of Price’s mind. The team only managed to clear 3 rooms when a gut wrenching cry and a shot going off not long after was heard. It came from the fourth floor, He waited for the two below them and got into formation. Leading his men into the unknown, they hurried up the flight of stairs. Looking down the dimly lit and putrid corridor stood 4 rooms, only one of which was closed, something wet leaked from its crack but the lighting made it hard to distinguish what it was. After clearing other rooms of hostiles, Price had Gaz stand guard by the stairs, Soap covering his and Ghost’s six. His clothed hand slowly reached the grimy steel knob, twisting and pushing it open to find that it was locked from the inside. You had to be there, surely. He tapped Soap and motioned for him to breach with a thermite. Bracing for the explosion, the thermite goes off rattling who stood by the door no doubt, using the initial explosion as a distraction, Price enters. 
He’d heard of soldiers crawling away from death’s grip, but nothing he’d seen or heard would have prepared him for what he had just walked into. Before Ghost could turn to clear and call out on the comms, Price stopped him and the other two from entering. A war torn soldier wasn’t an unusual sight but the horrors he’d just laid his desensitized eyes on was enough to remind him of what he once feared back when he was a young recruit in the SAS. A trolley with surgical tools and a lone pistol stood at arms reach of a small figure wearing a familiar uniform, hands busy with what he could only assume was the soldier’s face, chains jingling as they continued with what they were doing all whilst embracing the sun’s warm grace. That wasn’t what shook him, a metal table typically used to interrogate people stood to the right of the room. The chains that held you down were broken, the spot where the chains were welded to the center of the table had an upwards dent - you ripped the chains off the table with sheer force.
A man in surgical garments sprawled on the table, innards now turned out for all to see. A spectacle made out of human intestine, organs pinned outside the man’s body by multiple scalpels that went through the metal and blood viciously splattered around his corpse. Price wished he could say that was it but the gruesome art went beyond just insides turned out. The man’s entire nervous system was intricately laid out around his organs, decorating the entire table in a mix of thin blue threads barely visible amongst the puddle of red. The nerves still connected together in a web, not severed in any section, the extreme precision to carry such a brutal butchering left Price speechless. The scene was as if it paid homage to the Blair Witch Project, or worse a page from a sacrificial ritual. Price could only hope that the man was dead when all of this was carried out.
Another, laid on the floor not too far between the man on the table and inches away from the door. A pistol in his mouth, brain matter laid out on the ground, his face frozen with a plea for mercy. That was what he was standing in, and what had seeped out the door crack. Yet another lay in front the soldier Price was facing, neck snapped and his dead body laid to rest sitting up right by the wall in front of the aforementioned soldier, a metal rod shoved into his mouth and the sharp end had protruded out his torso. Price took another step forward before he heard a whimper to the left most corner of the room, their target - the head honcho of the operation - sat bare and huddled. His clothes on the ground at arms reach yet the man was too afraid to take a step forward. As though he would meet the same fate as his men if he took even a breath of air.
“(N/n)? It’s Captain Price, Laswell sent Task Force 141 to rescue you.” Price spoke softly, not wanting to surprise you, unsure of the current mental state you were in. Especially after what was laid around you and the torture you went through. “Are you injured?-” You didn’t answer, instead opting to slowly turn. Price made the right call, the state you were in was dire. “Ghost, call for exfil ASAP, (N/n) is alive but in serious condition.” Price called out to his right hand man with urgency and a slight tremble in his voice. 
Your eyes. He’d thought that when he first met Ghost, that his eyes were the epitome of cold and soulless. But somehow yours went beyond that, for a lack of better words. A frigid cold looms behind those dull and matte black pupils, reminding of the cold he once faced during a deployment in Russia during a winter’s snow storm, striking his very core cold. Bangs sticking to your bloodied face by sweat and grime from the hours of torture you endured. A chunk of your skin hanged off your face, a knife cut and what looks like one of the man’s attempts to rip the skin out and off your face. It started right above your eyebrow traveling down to your lips. He was hopeful that it was repairable, it wasn’t a wide injury, barely missing your eyes and narrows down where it ended in the middle of your upper lip, still connecting at both ends to your face by what looked like a thin fishing line. You were stitching your skin back to your face. Your hand had a butchered attempt to stitch a wound close with one hand, nail beds down to your knuckles had trails of dried up blood. Uniform stained a dark red, mixture of your injured comrades blood from the fight and yours, the side of your torso had a big patch of blood. Sleeves rolled up, bright red burn marks running down your entire forearm, the man before you had branded you with the very metal rod that was now embedded in him. On your other arm were 12 lines stitched into your skin, 8 weren’t freshly stitched in, leaving Price confused and curious as to what it was. 
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END OF TORTURE SCENE
Price could see the soldier mouthing something softly. His ears strained to hear the soft word, or numbers when he realizes that you were counting out by tens and adding to a bigger number before repeating. The hours you were torture. He slowly approaches you, calling out to you. It took a solid minute for you to realize what was going on. Signs of a soul return to your eyes, glossing over as soon as you hear your name. Arms slowly raised to surrender and it starts to tremble when before they were as still as though belonging to the world’s best brain surgeon. Tears drip down your cheeks, face still emotionless. You were dazed. The sound of the chopper’s propeller came to earshot, fresh sunshine scalding your back through the glassless window.
Gaz calls out to Price, “They’re here! Let’s go!” Price immediately takes off his shemagh and drapes it over your head, covering your face before standing to your left. He gave you a shot of morphine he had on hand to help with the pain. Grabbing your left arm, wrapping it over his shoulders, bending both of you and carried you bridal style as you were in no condition to walk - your toenails gone from the torture and the piece of shrapnel still in your thigh, he could only imagine the pain you were going through. He carried you out the room, ordering his team to escort the two of you to the safety of the chopper. Before he could descend the stairs, you spoke softly. “My karambit. Find it, I can’t lose it. I won’t leave without it.” The team shoots Price a confused look before turning to each other. “What are you waiting for? You heard the soldier. Quickly find it.” Price commands, he feels your breath starting to get labored, he hurries the guys and tells Gaz to follow him out.
The medics on board administered emergency first aid, shooting you with a dose of adrenaline to make sure you stay awake during the flight. They had laid you down on a stretcher. Not long after you, Price and Gaz enter the chopper, Ghost and Soap follow suit with your karambit in hand. Soap walks to your side, kneeling before he places your Karambit safely onto your chest and grabs your left hand to be placed on top of the knife. “Rest easy now (N/n), you and your karambit are safe.” Soap shot you a comforting smile as he spoke with a tone to reassure you.
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Beeping. You hear the sound of a heart monitor beeping to the same rhythm as your heartbeat, however it was muffled. Eyes fluttering open, squinting due the harsh and glaring light that was directly over you. Consciousness returns to your still body. A body that didn’t feel like yours, sore all over and strapped down to the bed, limiting your movement. Your vision blurred, you attempted to analyze the room. Aside from the continuous beeping of the heart monitor, the fluorescent lights that had basically served as a flashbang buzzed like white noise. Reminding you of the time when you were living in that shitty college dormitory, but there wasn’t that stale air that was permeated by the pungent scent of body odor from athletes who freely roamed the halls. Instead, it was the smell of disinfectant that was greatly welcomed. The A/C hummed quietly, you soon realized it was a hospital or medical bay that you were in. 
Something was off. How did you get from that dry and sweltering room that was stained with the smell of mold and bodily fluids to this clean environment. You scrapped at your foggy memory, who came? Was it the military who came to your rescue or did the fuckers who tortured you, who sold you off as a token and bargaining chip to a client? Panic creeps up your leg, feeling it coursing through your veins. You quietly looked for a way to get out of your restraints, not wanting anyone to hear you scheming away.
Your eyes spotted a paperclip that was left right on top of your cover, probably dropped from a clipboard. You started to shimmy under the tiny metal paperclip, it inches to your reach and soon you popped it into your mouth to bend it in a way that allowed you to lockpick the 4 locks that held your restraints against the bed. You hurried, taking off the restraints that were on your hands and started to work on your foot. 
You only managed to free one foot when you heard someone walk into the section of the medical bay that housed you. Your heart starts beating aggressively quick, the sensation made it as though your heart was in your throat and actively trying to suffocate you. Before you were able to formulate a plan, someone was sliding the thin curtain aside. "They should be out cold, that wasn't an average dose of sedative Capt. Had to get Alex to hold 'em down with me and he just got back too." Scottish man but he wasn't alone, you glared at the curtain to gauge how big the Scot was. Standing at 6'2(1.88m), nothing you haven't encountered, a build fit for a soldier. You weren't gonna take your chances though.
You leaned to grab the flower vase that stood tall on the bedside table, readying your other hand with the paper clip to fling it at the man as hard as possible once you distracted him. The curtain pulls back and sure enough he was distracted talking to the other person accompanying him. You threw the pot straight at the Scottish man's face, catching him by surprise and stumbling onto the ground with his hand on his nose. The pot didn't break, if you weren't trying to escape and it was safe, you'd be laughing in the back of your mind. Immediately turning your attention to the other man who merely looked at his buddy on the ground groaning in pain. You took that as a free opportunity to get the man. You flicked the paperclip hoping to at least get it embedded into the side of his neck.
However, to your horror, he leaned back just in time to dodge the clip. It pierced the concrete wall next behind him. Before you were able to do anything, he turned to you and pinned you down against the bed. Your wrists in his hands and above your head, you tried to pull away but to no avail. You started to buck your body against his, trying to get him off. This only causes him to yell at his comrade, who's whining and rolling on the ground in pain. "Soap if you don't get up and help me pin their legs or hell, even get the doc, so help me I will ensure the lavys are nice and grody just for you to clean till next month." The man that you almost stabbed in the jugular with a goddamn paperclip has his body on your torso, just so you’d stop struggling, had an annoyed look similar to a dad reprimanding his son for breaking a glass and not bothering to help. 
“It’s Captain Price- Calm down Echo 2, we aren’t going to hurt you. You're back at base and safe.” Captain Price? Price? You heard of his name. Rodney had mentioned that name before, something about a transfer. You stopped fighting back, as he mentioned you’re safe now and realized you nearly killed a higher up, you apologized. He slowly got up, wary that you’d try to pull something. Especially after that stunt. “You had woken up several times the past few days, manic on several occasions. We had Soap watch over you in case you woke up and chose to attack the Doc.” 
“Permission to speak. How long was I out? And are my platoon mates safe?” You asked after Price gave you a nod. “A week, your body was weak from blood loss. The doctors helping you had stabilized you. Removing the shrapnel in your thigh, stitching the remaining skin that you hadn’t stitched back onto your face, treating your stab wound and the burn you had from the branding. Your platoon was brought back safely thanks to you Sergeant (N/n).” It came back to you. The ambush during exfil, dragging injured man back, Rodney, the counting, the questions, and you don't remember much after that. Funny how it all went down within 24 hours.
The doctor came in with a Soap who wasn’t too happy to open the curtain. Doc ran a couple of tests to make sure you were clear for rehab. Your recovery was a speedy one and rehab was smooth sailing. The platoon came to visit you, those you saved came to show their gratitude. Some silently cried as you laid in the comforts of your hospital bed. You were still trying to register what happened, how you got 3 more stitches on your left arm. You had 8 on your arm from your past, marking those who wronged you. 
One belongs to your deadbeat dad who abused you and your mother when you were younger, he died mysteriously. All you recalled was the newscaster covering his death as a brutal and grotesque murder that the nation had witnessed in years. Your mother knew what happened but she never disclosed that information, not to the cops and especially not you. You had stitched a blood red thread into your arm.
Another was a friend who left you to die after a crash that nearly rendered you paralyzed, you remember crawling with only your arms trying to get help. 
Six belonged to each member of a jock clique who trapped you in the college’s equipment shed and took turns abusing you in too many ways yet you didn’t remember how. All you could remember was limping away in your tattered clothes covered in bright purple bruises that covered your body and a permanent red line that went around your neck. 
The last one belongs to a guy who was close to one of the jocks, he somehow had entered your dorm room and attacked you after coming home from a long study session in the library. A scar ran from the back of your right bicep down to its shoulder blade. What amazed you was that you never remember what happened after those traumatic moments. All you knew were they’d end up dead one way or another.
You ran your hand over the stitches, something about it is soothing to you. Last thing you remember was seeing Captain Price walking up to you, and the mangled bodies scattered around you. Before you could get lost in your thoughts, Rodney came to visit. “(N/n)? How you holding up?” He pushes the curtain aside with his crutch and sits on the chair sat beside your bed. “As good as I can get Echo 1. How’s the leg?” The two of you made small talk, he told you that the rubble had broken his leg and that the medical team had to place a metal rod in there to treat the issue. He also mentioned something about gifts being dropped off and placed in your cage. Shocking considering you weren’t close to the team, “You know, if it weren’t for the bandages covering your face, I wouldn't know what you’re thinking. But your eyes speak volumes, it was thanks to you that we got to come home safely. At the expense of your own safety. I don’t think any of us could show just how grateful we are and could never repay you for it.” you didn’t say much, purely unsure what needs to be said. You simply reached for his shoulder, resting your hand on it. “Rodney, it's my job as much as yours to keep the rest safe. The least I could've done.” Rodney looked up at you with great admiration.
“I came here to let you know something. All I can say is that I left a good word in for you.” You were confused by what he just said and was about to ask what he meant by ‘left a good word in’ when he got up. “The platoon is waiting for you to fully recover, they want to head to the bar. I know what you’re about to say, ‘It's fine FTL, I’ll sit it out’. Not this time Echo 2, we’ll be celebrating your return before we get some down time.”
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About 2 weeks after the incident with Captain Price and Sergeant Soap, you were given the all clear to head back to cages. The stab wound was still limiting your range of movement but at least you weren’t bound to the hospital bed or the confines of the rehab room. Being able to wear your uniform felt good, however you had to stop by the base’s surplus store to buy more balaclavas considering the huge scar on your face. You weren’t one who loved being stared at or given attention for no reason. When you walked in the surplus store, the lady working the cashier stared at you the entire time. You didn't hesitate to grab a couple pairs of gloves while you're at it. You immediately wore one of the all black balaclavas, walking out with a new cap as well, it didn't hurt to add a cap to your wardrobe, especially since you didn't want to look like a clothed bald. You chuckled at the thought, now you don't have to worry about your hair not meeting the requirements, you could even grow it out if you wanted.
You made your way to the cages, finding the aforementioned gifts on yours. The platoon had gotten you new clothes like multiple thin long sleeves to wear under your t-shirts or uniforms, balaclavas, a bunch of hats. A lot of gifts for a second in command that hadn’t bonded with the team much despite being with them for years now. What caught your eyes was a trophy, you picked it up. It reads ‘Best 2IC of the year’. You felt eyes staring holes into your back, “You guys know that you can’t sneak up on me right?” you turned to see the platoon hiding by the doorway, they came charging in. They picked you up and started to toss you up into the air, clearly happy that you were back. They never once seemed to like you until now, you can’t deny it, it felt good to feel appreciated. But you’d never show it.
They let you shower and change out to something more comfortable. You had chosen to wear some cargo pants, one of the thin long sleeves under a windbreaker you owned, not forgetting the balaclava and cap you bought. Once you changed, they carried you out to one of the trucks Rodney drove and hopped in after you. The drive to the bar was chaotic, the boys were singing alongside the handful of ladies who braved war alongside you. Music blasting through the truck, you could barely hear your own thoughts. The truck halts to a stop, now at the infamous bar that every soldier from base would frequent, The Old West. They were known for their top shelf bourbon and scotch. The guys dragged you in, the bar had an oaky scent that was somehow comforting. You and the platoon had taken up the biggest table and since the bar offered food, you ordered some mozzarella sticks to share with them. After sitting and chatting with the platoon, Rodney bought everyone a beer to celebrate. A cheer was called for and it being a weekend, the bar soon became loud with everyone joining in to cheer you guys. 
After a while, you needed a moment to yourself. You had made your way to the bar, sat on one of the bar stools and had ordered a shot of vodka and a glass of whiskey. You didn't realize it but you were shaking, you weren’t used to being in a ‘huge’ crowd. Thankfully you had sat at the end of the bar and somewhat away from the noise. That's when you spotted Captain Price. He was talking to the bartender and hadn’t noticed you, how could he especially with how you looked now. And you’d like for it to be that way, still feeling bad for nearly killing him. You down the vodka with ease, nothing you weren’t used to considering how it was one of your many vices that helped you forget about the atrocities that you had committed over the years. You pulled your phone out to scroll the news, blankly reading it and enjoyed the whiskey.
“Care for another soldier?” Somehow you didn’t see the captain saunter his way next to you. The bartender had placed 2 drinks in front of you, that was the talk that he had with the bartender. Not wanting to be rude, you humbly accepted the drink. “At ease soldier, I'm here to enjoy a drink just like everyone else.” He turns to you and shoots you a smile. You simply nod. It stayed that way for the remainder of the night, with the occasion of either of you calling the bartender over for a refill. It wasn't as uncomfortable or awkward as you thought it would be.
Rodney spots the two of you and comes to say hi, “Captain, sergeant. Hope y’alls enjoy yourselves as much as the rest of the bar.” he chuckles, arm around your shoulder and beer in his other hand. “Hope this one right here will do you good captain, it’ll be sad to see ‘em leave. But it's for a better cause. Anyways, (N/n) the rest wants to leave in a bit, thought to let you know!” Rodney walks back to the rest, albeit a little wobbly than you’d like. You turned to ask Price what Rodney was on about but he was already up and had paid. ”Drinks on my soldier, see you the next time we meet.” 
So many questions, yet nobody answers them.
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A/N: Raiga here! This is the first chapter of the TOGF series, heads up that this will predominantly focus on your rs with Price, I might change the way this is heading as I do have a couple ideas on how to carry this story. I want to preface that the dynamic is not going to be too romantic. All this while writing my first GN! oh so many first! so do give feedback as it is greatly appreciated. If you’d like to be a beta reader, shoot me a message as it would help with releasing each chapter faster. 
The first chapter was mainly to give you an idea of the ‘mc’s’ behavior. Sorry if it’s much, most of it is based on my experiences. So if you happen to dislike it, I wouldn’t fault you. But I do hope you are able to enjoy the story! I’m also trying to avoid having the boys be OOC too much, I want it to feel more authentic as it can get if you were to fall in love with your captain despite it being forbidden.
Till then, that’s all from me! Raiga out.
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“He is at peace when he is with you.”
Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f.Reader 
Genre: Smut, Fluff, established relationship!AU
Warnings: switch!Yoongi, switch!Reader, shameless flirting, dirty talk but it’s Yoongi so this just hits right, domestic talk, he has the biggest heart eyes for her :(, and she has just as big of heart eyes for him :(, oral (f. & m.receiving), 69ning, major biting kink, he wants her to bite his dick :-), discussion of safeword, hair pulling for him, Yoongi is a lil feral at some points, he breaks the bed :-), then eats her out on a windowsill and fucks her against a wall, strength kink, creampies, finger sucking, multiple orgasms (m. & f.recieving), multiple rounds, this goes so hard and yet is so soft, insecurities which come with undressing, this is legit just two people having found their second half and now wanting to experience the other as intensely as possible, hugging and slow touching and slow kissing, dude idk I can’t describe it but it’s just- Yoongi lets her in so goddamn deep and it’s so intimate and sweet, he may be really scared of it but he does it for her and learns that she cherishes him so much, then they finally have their night of immense pleasure, *cries* 
Wordcount: 16.9k
a/n: This is them on the night Yoongi had to leave. In theory you can see this as chapter 41 of the mainstory or maybe like a secret ending? I wanted to give it its own header because I saw that picture & it reminded me of SA!Yoongi, so I needed to include it in something. Also I have to say that whenever I listen to Girl of My Dreams I think of SA!Yoongi, so the titel is inspired by my fave lyrics of the song 💗 
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There are those moments in one's life. Those moments when time has no meaning and the purpose of being here is finally so clear. They are precious, those moments. They are rare and feel too short when you live through them but stay in one's memories vividly. It is a phenomenon. It really is, just how cruel life can be. The moments one wants to live in forever pass in a fleeting, while the moments one wants to cease existing pass excruciatingly slowly. 
This wasn’t such a moment. It was a beautiful moment and yet it doesn’t feel as if it will ever end. And such moments are rare.  
It is just you and him. And the setting sun shining into your little motel room. The sheets were already ruffled and the air smelled of sweetness. It was warm on your skin. Your clothes laid beside you on the bed. As do Yoongi’s pants. 
Not his shirt however. 
"Princess, wait", he says and makes you lift your head from his shoulder.
"What's wrong?" you ask and Yoongi answers you by lifting you off his lap and setting you down on the mattress.
He scoots back. 
He stares.
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.
"Okay", he whispers to himself and then moves.
Yoongi pulls the shirt over his head, throwing it on the mattress. 
He sits. 
He sits and stares. 
He sits and stares and tenses in discomfort. 
And you stare. You stare at him in silence and with your lips parted in surprise.
This is it, he thinks, he is goddamn bared and it’s going to kill him. You'll tell him how you expected more, how you thought all vampires had chiseled muscles and toned stomachs. You'll tell him that you expected better from a Creator. Any second now and you will tell him just how anticlimactic this moment is and he will regret ever letting you in so deeply.
But weirdly enough, it doesn’t come. You don’t say anything, you just look. You reach out for him, placing your fingers on his bare chest. 
He tenses even more, turning his head to the side before lowering it in shame.
You exhale shakily, running your fingers down his torso to feel his stomach. 
"Yoongi this is…" 
Yoongi lowers his eyes as well, balling his hands to fists. 
Here it comes. 
The disappointment. 
"...you look even better than I had imagined you to look." 
He almost pulls a muscle from just how aggressively he lifted his head. He gawks, unable to form any words except for one very squeaky sound of surprise. 
You are smiling, eyes focused on his torso and following the patterns your fingers draw. 
"Like touching moonlight", you whisper, tracing his collarbones. 
Yoongi feels lost for words. So you don’t…hate it?
You smile. 
"You're so beautiful", you whisper.
Closeness. You seek it, finding it by wrapping your arms around him and allowing your bare chest to melt with his'. 
Yoongi gasps, shuddering in a whimper. His hands, once tensed in nervousness, land on your sides after his arms close around you oh so incredibly tightly. 
He feels so vulnerable and yet entirely at peace. Naked skin against naked skin. He can’t remember the last time he hugged someone in such ways. Maybe he never actually did. 
"Thank you, Yoongi", you whisper, "I will cherish the view of you as if it was my greatest treasure." 
Yoongi lets out a sound, exhaling through his mouth and shedding a billion pounds of burdens with it. 
He closes his arms around you in a squeeze, burying his face in the crook of your neck just to inhale your sweetness. He does so until his head is dizzy and his veins are filled with nothing but you. 
This is what he runs on now. 
You.
Your warmth.
Your soft skin. 
Your sweet scent. 
Your safe embrace. 
You are now the only thing keeping him alive. 
“What do you think of this?” you ask him.
“I’m naked”, he whispers. 
“I know”, you smile, “Yoongi you feel so good when you’re so close to me.”
“Fuck princess”,  he croaks, hugging you tighter, “I’m actually fucking naked.”
“It’s so nice”, you sigh, kissing his neck, “you’re so warm.”
Yoongi whimpers and tilts his head back. His eyes are glassy, racing over your features. 
“You’re perfect”, he whispers, cupping your cheek, “my princess.”
You smile and scoot closer, “you’re perfect too”, you breathe, falling back into the embrace.
You stay like this for a long time, sharing silence. It feels like magic. It truly does. Being embraced by Yoongi and feeling his skin against your own for such a long time makes you fall in love with him even deeper. So much. You feel so much and for the first time it doesn’t overwhelm you. It simply makes you feel eternal.
It is you who puts some distance between you and him. Not because you wanted to escape the hug, but because you wanted to look at him again. Truly, you are so obsessed with his body.
Yoongi doesn’t let you, however, squeezing you against him. 
"Not yet", he mumbles.
It makes you giggle, "okay, not yet" and then you sigh as Yoongi’s lips begin moving against your neck. 
Kisses, soft and producing the smallest of sounds.
Sucks, lazy and leaving tingles in their wake.
Licks, just the tip of his tongue and meant to be barely there. 
It is almost as if he is doing it mindlessly, but you know better. Every movement is done with intent and care. This is a conscious act. An act of adoration and love. An act laced by the tranquillity only this kind of hug can bring out of him. And an act soaked by intimacy only hard-earned trust can bring. 
You close your eyes and smile. Your fingers begin dancing up and down his back. Your fingertips first until you decide to dance your nails over his skin instead. 
His lips falter, a shaky breath swirls over your skin. Goosebumps litter his skin instantly, a shiver of his limbs follows. 
Then a purr. Quietly, barely there. You feel it more than you hear it. 
"Oh Yoongi", you whisper. 
He sighs, tilting his head so he could suck on the spot right underneath your jawline. It starts off as a kiss, becomes a soft suck and ends with a tender lick of his tongue. He repeats it until every inch of your jawline is tingling in the memory of the sensation. 
It is such a nice memory, one that will stay with you in the months of distance and keep you warm while making you ache for his quick return. 
"Yoongi, I'll miss you so much", you whisper. 
"I'll miss you too", he breathes, allowing his lips to brush against your ear. He sighs as he begins kissing it, making sure that you will shiver with each touch of lips. 
"You'll try to be quick, won’t you?" 
"I would speed up time if I could." 
"Good, that’s good."
"Mh-hm."
You sigh, tilting your head to the side to allow Yoongi better access. He takes it happily, using his teeth to tickle you in a gentle bite. 
It makes you giggle and for your fingers to falter in their scratches. 
Yoongi does it again. He bites the spot where your jawline meets your ear, sending electric tingles through your veins. 
You giggle again, squirming slightly. 
He bites your ear next, doing it with such care that your giggles are replaced by a soft moan. Your fingers twitch on his back, you press yourself closer. 
"My princess", he whispers, nuzzling his nose against you, "my only princess", he sighs, giving your middle a tender squeeze. It makes your chests melt with each other and your stomachs touch most wonderfully, "my ___." 
You don’t know what exactly triggered it, but you tear up. 
"Oh god", you press out and laugh in embarrassment, "Yoongi stop, I’m crying." 
He lifts his head, inspecting your teary eyes with worry. 
"Don't cry." 
"I can't help it, I’m too emotional. God", you chuckle in order not to sob, wiping your tears away with the help of his shoulder, "I'm so dramatic." 
He smiles softly, resting his cheek against your head. 
"You kind of are." 
"Hey." 
"But I don’t mind, you help me be okay with my emotions."
"Aw Yoongi, noo now I’m going to cry again." 
He laughs softly, craning his neck to kiss your temple. 
"Don't cry. Not tonight." 
"Mhm I'm trying", you say, sniffling dramatically.
He chuckles softly, lifting his head. It makes you lift your head as well. 
Your eyes meet. Yoongi is the first one to smile, doing so with his head tilting to the side slightly. 
"Stop looking like that", you whisper. 
"What do you mean?" 
"Just…it's just that you are so beautiful and it’s making me obsessed." 
He widens his eyes before scrunching his nose up and making his eyes into little slits. 
"Stop saying that", he whines.
You giggle, hooking your arms behind his head. 
"I told you, I'll compliment you constantly. I have to do some in advance for the next few months." 
"Stop." 
You smile and shake your head. Yoongi pouts, only making your smile grow.
He picks you up and lies you down on the mattress quickly, eliciting a squeak of surprise from you. Within seconds he is on top of you, skin against skin and arms cradling you.
"Don't make me have to stop you", he whispers with his eyes sparkling boyishly. 
"Yeah? How'd you stop me? Pretty prince" you taunt, tracing his pecs mindlessly. 
"I mean…I…", he flusters, blinking rapidly.
You grin and in one swift movement you used one of your fighting tricks against him. Now he is the one on his back with his arms pinned down and his hair a complete mess. He blinks, looking completely out of it for a good second. He gains back control quickly, eyes focusing on you. 
"What the hell, princess?" he gasps, parting his lips in surprise. 
"I've got you now", you whisper, caressing his wrists with eager fingers. 
Yoongi sneaks a glance down at your naked breasts before looking back at your face. 
"I didn’t even know you had it in you", he says, voice raspy in excitement.
You grin playfully, "maybe I had a good teacher." 
"Hah", he lets out and widens his eyes almost cutely. 
It makes you giggle and give his wrists a soft squeeze. Then you let your eyes flit down, basking in the view of his body. 
"Wow Yoongi", you whisper. 
"Stop staring", he whispers, squirming in discomfort. 
"But you're so beautiful. I want to look at you", you give him a cute pout. 
It flusters him and he ends up just kind of fluttering his lashes at you. 
"Mhm", you say and look back at his torso.
Your fingers abandon his wrists, walking down his arms slowly. They leave goosebumps in their wake. 
You touch his collarbones next, tracing them with your fingertips. 
Yoongi has his eyes glued to your face, carrying a certain readiness to fight in them. Not because he wants to fight you, but because his reflexes are on high alert. Truly, everything inside of him screams at him to push you off and run away because to his brain this right here was a dangerous situation, something that could get him hurt. 
"So beautiful", you whisper, outlining his sternum. Just two of your fingers before the rest of them joins and feels up his pecs. 
Yoongi lowers his arms and reaches for you. His fingers rest themselves on your waist, squeezing it tightly. 
Your eyes flit up, meeting his'. 
"Don't be scared. You’re in safe hands." 
"I'm not scared", he lies. 
"Okay", you say and give him a knowing smile, "doesn’t matter, I’m still here to cherish you." 
He snorts, having to chuckle in disbelief afterwards. 
"Don't laugh, I’m serious." 
He chuckles harder, shaking his head. You furrow your brows. He isn’t supposed to deny himself such beauty. With determination in your heart, you lower yourself, pressing a kiss to his sternum. 
His chuckle cuts off abruptly. His back arches. He sucks in air through his teeth before releasing it in a soft "oh". 
"So nice", you sigh, littering his chest in kisses and touches, "I'm obsessed, so obsessed." 
Yoongi squirms and scrunches his nose up in disgust. He is not disgusted by you or what you are doing. As a matter of fact, it feels fucking incredible. But Yoongi isn’t used to it. He isn’t used to being naked with someone and isn’t used to lying still and letting someone touch him. It is that unfamiliarity which disgusts him and the burdening pressure of fear in his stomach which comes with it. 
Truly, Yoongi wants to flee. He wants to grab you and throw you off of him and then cover himself in six layers of clothing just so you can never ever reach his skin again. 
Your lips close around his nipple. 
Yoongi makes a sound which can only be described as a throaty groan, his widened eyes are focused on the ceiling, racing left and right. You feel wet and most of all so incredibly warm. Yoongi has to gasp for air. This is so weird. He can’t decide if he likes it or not.
You suck on his nipple one last time before finally letting your tongue roll over it slowly. Your fingers are dancing up and down his chest and collarbones as you do. Yoongi feels the sensations everywhere and it forces him to ball his hands to fists and for his brows to furrow. 
One last suck and you lift your lips in a soft moan. His nipple tingles in the cold air. Yoongi can feel every second of the reaction, having to bite down on his lower lip to stop himself from cursing.
"You're beautiful", you whisper, taking his other nipple between your lips. You suck him with soft sounds of pleasure. 
Yoongi kicks his legs and tenses his arms. It is an automatic reaction and the product of his reflexes finally kicking in.
"No", he presses out and pushes you away. He sits up quickly, hands falling to his chest. 
"What's wrong?" 
"I don't want this. I, I can’t do this." 
"Oh? Uhm..okay?" you study him from head to toe, carrying worry in your eyes, "do you want to talk about it?" 
"No, I just want you to leave", he spits. 
It doesn’t hurt you. You know Yoongi. You have spent enough time with him to know how he acts when he realises that he is losing himself to a situation. 
You reach out and caress his arm. Yoongi flinches but doesn’t move away afterwards. 
"Do you want to do something else?" you suggest. 
"No, I- no, I don’t. I don’t-" he exhales shakily, "fuck", he presses out, hiding his face behind his hands, "fuck", he carries much more emotion in his voice than before. 
You take his hands and pull them around your middle, sitting down on his lap. 
Yoongi blinks and parts his lips. 
"Should I get your shirt?" you ask in a soft voice. 
Yoongi furrows his brows and tenses his thighs. 
"Okay, look", you say, reaching for his shirt. You drape it over his torso, making sure he is covered, "how's that?" 
"I don't know", he whispers, eyes softening.
"It must be really scary for you right now. It’s not like you can get over how it makes you feel when you are naked. But it’s okay, you can trust me. I know how you feel and it’s okay."
Yoongi exhales shakily, furrowing his brows.
“It’s okay”, you assure him, cupping his cheek, “I think you are really handsome with or without your shirt on.”
“Fuck, princess”, he presses out, lowering his eyes, “I feel like a fucking idiot.”
“You’re not. You’re just not used to undressing with someone. Am I right?”
He nods his head.
“That’s alright. I wasn’t really used to it either before I met you guys, so I really understand how scary it can be. I mean, you are literally getting naked. That’s a state you don’t share with the public. And to top it all of you don’t even have the safety of fabric around you, which just adds another layer of scary to it.”
“Yes”, he whispers. 
“Well, if you ask me, you are really brave.”
He lifts his head, furrowing his brows in confusion.
“You tried it and decided that it’s not for you. That takes a lot of courage”, you give him a sweet smile, “and you are admitting how you feel. I think that’s really great of you too.”
Yoongi hugs you. He wraps his arms around your middle and presses you against him so his face would be buried in your chest and his stomach would be pressed against your crotch.
You gasp in surprise, but wrap your arms around him instantly, pressing a big smooch on the crown of his head.
“How are you so good at that?” his voice is muffled by your chest.
“At what?”
“Just…knowing what to say and feelings.”
“I guess, I just had lots of practice.”
“I don’t know how to do anything. I thought pretending was practice enough, but it wasn’t. I'm so clueless and it’s really difficult."
“Hey, that’s totally okay. That’s what I’m here for. You taught me how to fight and I’ll teach you how to feel.”
Yoongi laughs, snaking his arms around you. They lay safely on your back, warm and oh so strong. His fingers come to rest on the nape of your neck, his face snuggles into your chest.
“Holy fuck princess, I never want to let you go”, he confesses, having to chuckle in disbelief afterwards.
“Then don’t”, your whisper, kissing his hair, “at least you won’t leave like this.”
He laughs, but sighs sadly afterwards.
“You seriously have to promise me that you will be quick”, you murmur, squishing your cheek on top of his head and pouting sadly.
“I will try.”
“Mh-hm good”, you kiss his head then nuzzle, “I also hope your hair grows so I can cut it.”
“No”, he laughs, lifting his head, “I told you, you are not getting near my hair.”
“Yoongi”, you whine and pout, “please, I bet it would be so cute and romantic.”
He rolls his eyes, “this won’t work on me. What if you mess up? Then what? It won’t be romantic anymore.”
You give him a cute pout, fluttering your lashes at him.
“No, princess.”
“Please Yoongi.”
“No”, he laughs as he says the word.
“Please?”
He shakes his head, beaming up at you.
“Please, please?”
He purrs seductively, lying you down on the mattress wherever your bodies fall naturally. Heads face the right edge of the bed and feet punch up the motel pillows. The position isn’t important right now, not when the only thing that matters is you and him. It does leave you breathless, because Yoongi showing you a glimpse of his true strength will always leave you breathless.
"Why do you always have to bargain with me?" he says, letting his eyes race over your features obsessively. 
"Maybe I like it", you say, touching his shoulders. They are bared again, just like the rest of his torso which got exposed in your little ruffle of limbs. Yoongi doesn’t seem to mind for now, too busy with gazing at you. 
"You like it? You like pressing my buttons? Is that it?" 
"Maybe", you grin, "or maybe I just like getting you there in the end. Don’t deny it Yoongi, you know I'll make you cave in eventually." 
The right corner of his lips curls into an amused smirk, his fingers begin tracing your features. 
"Or maybe I let you believe that you do when in reality I just like to watch you try out your sweet, little tricks." 
"Dear", you fluster just slightly, making Yoongi chuckle lazily. 
He leans down, stubbing the tip of your nose with his own. 
"You're so adorable", he whispers before placing a soft kiss on your jawline. 
You gasp and sigh, wanting to melt into the sensation, but stopping yourself at the last moment. 
"Wait Yoongi." 
"What's wrong?" he asks, letting his lips hover above your skin as he waits for your consent to continue. 
"You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to." 
"I do", he assures you, "just let me do what I'm good at." 
So Yoongi wants this to happen. He wants to please instead of being pleased. And if that is truly what he needs to feel comfortable then you are happy to give it to him. 
"Yes, okay. You can do whatever you want", you allow him. 
"Mhm princess", he whispers, finally connecting his lips with your neck.
He kisses it thoroughly, making sure that it tingles even when he pulls back. 
"So sweet", he breathes, abandoning your neck for now just so he can worship your breasts instead. 
Quite frankly, looking at them when you were on top of him left him craving a taste of them. He thinks them so beautiful. All of you. You are so beautiful. You truly are and Yoongi wonders if you have bad thoughts too. He hopes that you don’t, because he thinks your body is true perfection. 
His lips break away from your nipple, forcing your back to arch as you chase him. He stays close but far away enough that he can soak in the view of you. He traces you, the position limits the movements of his arms but he doesn’t mind. His fingers are still able to outline the swell of your breast before stealing a feel of your pretty nipple. He made it harden and his spit covers it, making the little touches he does so much easier to do.
You sigh and chase him again. 
"You're so beautiful", he whispers, smiling contently when he can watch goosebumps trail along your skin because of his touch. It is so fascinating to him, "so sweet." 
He leans down and takes your other nipple between his lips. He feels it harden in his mouth and the sensation is so nice that he has to suck on it. 
"It's so…good", you lull, nodding your head slowly. Yoongi has such a warm mouth. It makes you feel so safe. 
Yoongi sighs, releasing your nipple slowly. He trails kisses to your sternum then back to your other side. Sweet sucks, lovely kisses, returns to your other side to give it the same treatment. You lose track of time very soon. The only indicator of time you have, are his hands on your body and his lips on your skin, which means, in reality you have no idea of the passage of time at all. 
But you don’t mind because Yoongi feels so good. You want this to last forever. Touches and kisses and having him close. You want this to last until he forgets all about having to leave. 
Yoongi trails his kisses down your stomach then, warming you with his big hands on your sides in a safe hold. His thumbs run along your stomach in the position, tickling you most perfectly. 
"Oh tickles", you gasp, squirming slightly upon feeling his lips on your lower stomach. 
He lifts his head, stealing a glance at you. 
"Don't stop", you whisper, chasing him with a roll of your hips.
"Can I go further?"
"Yes, please." 
He lowers his gaze again and shimmies down the mattress. With a gentle push to your inner thighs with his strong hands, he manages to give his mouth access. He claims it happily, starting off with kisses and little kitten licks. 
"Oooh", you sigh, lips curling into a content smile, "so good." 
"Mh-hm", he agrees, tasting you with the flat of his tongue. He grinds it against you slowly. He is taking his time. There is no rush. He wants this to last. His perfect reality would be the entire night. Just him between your legs until the moon greets the sun in the sky. There is no better way for him to experience the last night with you.
Yoongi breaks away from your core, resting his head against your thigh. He blinks his eyes at you prettily, giving you a little smile. His cheek looks so squishy as it supports most of his head's weight. 
"What is it?" you whisper. 
"Nothing, just…love..", he says and lowers his eyes shyly, "...you know? Uhm..you."
"I…" your heart flutters unbearably, "...love you too", you say with a smile, reaching down to pet his hair. 
Yoongi closes his eyes instantly, moving into your touch with a content smile. It happens naturally that his lips return to his favourite spot.
The licks are slow and lazy. They mirror the state he must be in right now. His head is still resting against you, minimising the touches to the tip of his tongue. His eyes are closed, his lips are still curled into a content smile. You also continue petting his hair, enjoying his slow worshipping with closed eyes and tingling veins. 
It feels so nice to be in such a relaxed state of pleasure with Yoongi. To have him nestled between your legs and snuggled against you, it feels so intimate and special. And it feels so right, so incredibly right. This is where he should always be. Close to you. 
Yoongi sighs and stops again, nuzzling his nose into you. Just right where your inner thigh meets your groin. It was a slow nuzzle, one which makes him give you a content hum. 
He rests back against you afterwards, eyes focusing on your face. He giggles quietly, eyes spilling over in adoration. He looks so small, so fragile. Not in a weak, broken way but in a confident way. It suits him so well.
"You're so cute", you whisper, tracing his forehead for a few seconds. 
At that he lowers his eyes again, focusing them on your core. With a lovedrunk smile on his lips, he touches you, watching his own fingers intently. 
"Oh wow", you whisper, "that’s so nice." 
Yoongi nods his head, playing with your clit. Two of his fingers are pressed against it, tracing it slowly and eliciting sighs from you. This is seriously so nice. Yoongi’s tongue felt incredible, but this right here feels a little bit better. Not much, because Yoongi is amazing in anything he does, but it is that added pressure which just makes you float. 
"You're so wet", he observes with his voice soaked in relaxation. He touches your entrance and pushes. 
"Oh..mhhm", you purr, welcoming his fingers with eager clenches. He fills you up so well. You always knew that Yoongi’s fingers were different. It is a good kind of different. The kind of different which makes you stare and then imagine the dirtiest things. And you are obsessed with that kind of different, having to moan his name now that you finally have them move in and out of you. 
This feels unlike what he did in the gym. He was rough and punishing back then, making you wish that you would never ever escape the pleasure again. But this right here feels as if he is wrapping you up in a big blanket and tells you that "everything's okay now. I'm here, so just let go and allow yourself to feel." And that feeling is wonderful. 
Yoongi moves his fingers in and out of you slowly, basking in the sight of your wetness and the scent of it. 
He could do this forever. You cursed him to love nothing but your warmth and Yoongi carries that curse gladly. Oh truly, you could be the Grail of Certain Demise and Yoongi would drink from it until even the last droplet flows in his veins. 
He connects his lips back to your core. Sadly his cheek has to leave its warm resting place, but Yoongi doesn’t mind because you taste so good. He licks you slowly with his eyes closed and while he does, he keeps his finger buried inside of you so he could massage your favourite spot. 
"There, please stay", you whisper and sigh sweetly.
Yoongi moans in acknowledgement, furrowing his brows. He can feel it. Your pulse is quickening. It throbs against the tip of his tongue and fills his ears with sound. His instincts should be to become manic in his licks, but they don’t kick in. Yoongi feels surprised himself. They don’t kick in. They don’t because right now, you helped his brain enter a state of complete harmony. There was no noise in his head right now, no thought, no memory. Nothing. He had nothing in his brain except tranquil silence and darkness. And in this darkness butterflies of pinks and golds were fluttering, forming a nebula of peacefulness. 
It grows with each lick of tongue and begins sparkling each time you moan softly. This it. Yoongi thinks. This is where he has finally found his escape. Right between your legs with your skins touching and his body relaxed. 
Yoongi smiles. This is what he can return to. The journey to making the world a safer place for you is going to be difficult, but he doesn’t mind because he knows that he can return home to you once everything is over and then he can find his escape in you. You will welcome him home and Yoongi can be naked with you and in this state he will find peace. 
"Oh", you gasp, tensing around him, "Yoongi it feels really good there." 
"Mhm", he tries to find the position again, "there?" 
"Deeper." 
Yoongi moves his fingers until his knuckles are touching your wetness. He curls them slowly.
"Oh yes", you squirm happily, "Yoongi don’t stop. Ah, Yoongi."
He allows his lips to connect with your clit again, keeping his fingers just like that. Deep inside of you and with a rhythm of slow curls keeping them moving.
"Oh that’s so good. Yoongi." 
He finds it almost addicting how you say his name. Almost. Oh what a lie. It is addicting. There is no denying that. Yoongi is addicted to his own name whenever it rolls off your tongue. 
It is quite ironic actually, because for the longest time he didn’t like his name. Whenever he heard it, he was reminded that he was real and that he existed and that his existence is the reason why so much bad happened in the world. His name meant acknowledging his impact on the world and that made him feel terrible. But not when you say it. When you say it, Yoongi feels as if the only impact on the world he has is to make it better for you. And with each mention of his own little syllables, you tell him that he was already successful. 
"Yoongi…." you say it again and Yoongi finds himself reaching up just so he can feel another piece of you. His hand closes around your breast perfectly, cradling it in safety and warmth. 
Another repetition of his name and Yoongi wonders if you are real. You can’t be. You must be an angel, a magical being, a piece of the stars. A human can’t give him so much harmony. You must be magical. You just must. 
"Yoongi, I think I’m gonna cum." 
"Mh-hm", he acknowledges you, readying himself with tingles in his stomach. 
"Ah", you gasp, "okay yes, I’m actually gonna cum." 
It feels so good. It starts off so slow and oh so deep. It is the type of high which is the result of someone actually taking the time to pay attention to you. It is not the quick reaction of sudden stimulation or the product of concentration on the goal. It is the result of a long, conscious journey where the real reward was the journey itself. And those highs feel incredible. They start off in your core and fill your legs with so much warmth you feel as if this is your rebirth. 
Yoongi stays with you until you sigh in overstimulation. He breaks away and rests his cheek on your thigh again, trailing his eyes over your well-worshipped core. 
"Wow, okay I just felt this everywhere", you confess in a whisper, exhaling deeply afterwards. 
Yoongi smiles happily, feeling like bursting with contentment. He is so giddy. His brain is so mushy, his body is so warm. He truly feels….he feels….Yoongi inhales your sweet scent and sighs. He feels cozy. This is such a silly word to use and yet at this moment, it is the only word that he deems suitable. 
"Wow", you let out and laugh softly, "just wow." 
"Mhm", he agrees and moves. It is such a slow movement, meant to make it easy for him to kiss up your torso again. He makes you sigh and shiver. It fits him. The way he is taking care of you fits him. You can’t describe why it fits him, but it does. You believe that this is truly him. That sex for him should last for hours and that it is something you want to take time out of your day for. He just strikes you as that type of person and quite frankly, now that you are lightheaded from your high, you agree. Being intimate should be an act of hours and should be a symphony of moments of slow kisses and innocent touches before more intimate touches fill up the time again. 
Yoongi sighs softly, resting on top of you with his face buried in the crook of your neck.
"Good", he murmurs and purrs happily. 
"Yoongi", you whisper. 
"Yes, princess?" he says. 
“This felt so good.”
He snuggles closer, “I’m glad”, his voice is muffled by your shoulder.
"Can I return the favor?" 
"Mhm what do you mean?" he asks, kissing your collarbones. 
"I want to give you a blowjob." 
His lips stop. As a matter of fact, his entire body just kind of stops. 
Silence. 
Your heart flutters in nervousness. 
"It's just that", you begin to calm down your nerves, "you're always doing all the work", you say, "and now you're leaving for god knows how many months, so I just want to give you something really nice too, to keep as a good memory." 
"And you think sucking my cock would be such a memory?" 
"Yes, definitely." 
"What if you don’t like it? Then you'd have to live with a shitty memory and a distaste for my dick." 
"Yoongi stop", you whine loudly, "stop talking so bad about yourself all the time", you shake him off, "holy fuck, I'm in love with you and that means I'm in love with every inch of you." 
He blinks his eyes before lowering his head. 
"And I’m not going to hate your dick. I actually quite love it. There I said it", you huff out air, nudging his chest. 
"You're so weird", he mumbles. 
"Whatever, so let me be weird. I'm weird and in love with you and that’s something I like." 
Yoongi huffs out air, dropping in the sheets. His cheek is squished, his left hand covers his eyes. 
"Whatever", he mumbles, tensing up when seconds later he feels your weight on top of him and your hands on his body. 
Your warm middle is pressed against his ass, soiling his skin with your wetness. Your thighs are caging in his hips, giving him warmth. And your chest, oh your chest, it rests against his back, sending shivers down his spine. 
Yoongi loves the sensations and feelings.
You smooch his cheek, "I'll take care of you", you whisper, trailing your kisses to his back. 
He is tense, staying completely still as you litter his upper back with eager kisses. You know that it affects him because his skin is covered in goosebumps, but other than that you don’t get a lot. 
You don’t mind. Yoongi would tell you if he doesn’t want it and it seems that right now he is just way too flustered to give you reactions. 
With a sigh on your tongue, you trail your kisses down between his shoulder blades, guiding the way with your fingertips. 
He shivers, giving you a little gasp for air and a content noise afterwards. 
"You're so perfect", you praise, tracing the little dimples on his lower back, "every inch of you", you add and lean down to kiss them. 
Yoongi tenses, wiggling his hips to flee your kiss. He is scared that you will go further down. He can’t accept that, not ever. Who knows just how much he would lose himself. He can’t risk it.
To his luck – but most of all demise – you guide your lips up his back again. Well, they aren’t your lips, but your tongue, licking right along his spine. 
"Ah", Yoongi lets out, moving into you in an instinctive arch of his back. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. This feels so good. Yoongi feels fucking charged in electricity, invincible, tingly, turned on. He wishes for another lick. Just one more. 
It comes gradually. Yoongi has to get through kisses down his back first. He shivers the entire time, brain focusing on nothing but your touches. Your lips are so soft, so warm and oh so tender. Your fingers are swirling over his back and each time they dance to his sides, Yoongi has to tense his toes for the touch felt like addicting magic on his skin. 
Your fingers linger right underneath his pits in a strong grip when your tongue darts out and licks along his spine. It is a smooth movement, one which is done in one consistent stroke. Like a paintbrush soaked in magic you paint shivers on his skin and leave behind a body aching for more. 
Yoongi has to bury his face in the sheets to muffle a groan, back heaving up and down in heavy pants for air. He can’t remember the last time he felt so stolen of air. 
"Yoongi", you sigh, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, while your arms wiggle themselves around his body. Like this your breasts are squeezed against his back. Yoongi almost goes insane because of the softness of them. 
"Yoongi”, you whisper, squeezing him, “you taste so good." 
Your breath tickles him, makes his brain scramble even more. You could have the entire night sky, he thinks. All the stars and the moon and every single nebula in existence. You can have all of it. He will catch them for you and lay them before your feet.
"How are you feeling?" your question meets him in shreds. He is too far gone. Far, far away in the symphony of happiness you create. A tug on his hair forces him out of his bubble and back to reality. 
"Good", he whispers because his voice doesn’t want to be louder. 
"Yes?" you giggle, melting Yoongi into a complete puddle of adoration. You sound so sweet when you laugh. 
"Oh Yoongi Boongie, I’m so glad you do. You deserve it", you say, smelling oh so incredibly sweet to him. The scent is new to you. It’s not your sweet arousal or your mellifluous happiness. It is something else. Something constant and certain and something unwavering. Yoongi knows the origin of it. He knows what it is and it scares him just as much as it brings him peace. You really love him. Your adoration is honest. Yoongi has someone who loves him. 
Your lips touch his back again.
"Princess, wait", he chokes out, making you lift your head.
"What's wrong?" 
"I just…fuck", he rolls on his back, "I don't know what's wrong with me tonight, ___." 
He knows what's wrong. He just truly realised that he made someone love him and it scared him. It scares him so incredibly much.
"Nothing's wrong with you. We're taking it slow", you assure him, "we have the entire night after all." 
Yoongi doesn’t seem convinced. 
"What's the matter?" 
"Nothing." 
"Yes, something's on your mind. Tell me, it’ll stay between you and me." 
Yoongi falters, shaking his head. You stop it by cupping his cheek and giving him a reassuring smile.
"It's hard to receive", he whispers.
"The kisses?" 
Yoongi nods his head, not daring to speak his actual truth. That your kisses make him nervous, but what truly wrecks him is the scent of utter love which surrounds you. He doesn’t know how to receive something so important. He is so clueless, so helpless. He is stumbling in the dark, wishing for any kind of light to appear to help him guide the way.
"Why? Because it puts you in the spotlight too much?" 
"Yes."
That wasn’t a lie. This is truly the reason why he feels weird about receiving touches. 
"But you deserve the spotlight", you say, carrying sadness in your eyes. You pout, taking his face between your hands and running your thumbs over his skin. 
His instinct is to call you an idiot and then shake you off. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t because you don’t deserve to carry his childish issues. Not when you are so patient with him and not when he cares so much for you. 
"Don't pout", he whispers. 
"No, I am. Because you think you don’t deserve it when, when I think you, you are made for it", you whine.
"You're so silly." 
"No you are. You’re silly for being mean to yourself", you say, furrowing your brows. 
Yoongi smiles, "okay, I’m silly", he gives in, whispering. 
"Mhm", you seem content, now moving down to claim his lips in a kiss. 
Yoongi accepts it with his eyes closing instantly and his arms falling around you. This will never scare him. Ever since your lips first touched his’, he knew he would find no harm through them. This is the light he needed. They are like a remedy to him, healing his shattered parts piece by piece until one day – maybe just maybe – they will have helped him feel whole again. 
The kiss lasts too short for his taste, but you are too quick for him to pull you back, leaving him to sigh for more. You kiss down his jawline on your way to your favourite spot. One kiss to his neck is all it takes for Yoongi to fall back into the symphony of happiness you create for him. He is so content. So relaxed. It is the kind of relaxation which is laced with an ever growing ache between his legs. 
Especially tonight when you are naked on top of him and he mirrors your state. It leaves him feeling dizzy because sometimes your core brushes against his length and Yoongi is thankful that he didn’t push you off, because that sensation feels like paradise to him. You moan each time this happens, grinding your hips into him for another glimpse of it. And Yoongi chases you right back with a dizzy mind and weak knees.
A moan of his name slips past your lips before they are busy with creating a purple bruise of adoration on his collarbones. Yoongi has to sigh, wishing for his healing powers to forsake him just so he can carry your mark on his skin for longer than two seconds. 
"My Yoongi", you sigh, eliciting a firework of emotion in his chest, "you're my Yoongi…" you seal the promise with a kiss on his left pec right above the spot where once his heart beat. 
And in this moment. In this fateful moment, when Yoongi realises just how tightly woven your connection is, it feels that for just a second his heart actually flutters. 
"Mine", you sigh, hugging him for just a second. 
"Mh-hm yours", Yoongi whispers, not having meant something as honestly in a long time. 
You giggle and let go of him, trailing kisses down his stomach. And Yoongi has to touch you, bury his fingers in your hair before arching his back. 
"Holy fuck", he presses out. 
"Is it nice?" you ask him, kissing the spot right above his navel. 
"Nice", he gets out then he already has to gasp for air with his lips parted. He can’t remember the last time a shiver dug so deep into his body. Oh, he feels it in his bones.
"I'm glad it is. You have the perfect tummy", you praise, "I love it so much." 
Three kisses show him just how honest you are. Three kisses because then you already kiss his hip right where his thigh meets his tummy and Yoongi actually squirms. A suck of your lips and he has to make a sound. 
"So nice", you whisper, "so goddamn nice." 
Yoongi agrees with a nod of his head. One you don’t see because you have your eyes running along his lower stomach obsessively. He is so handsome, so goddamn beautiful. His skin is oh so soft, looking like ivory against his dark pubes and terribly swollen cock. Pink and oh so veiny it stands before you, looking so ready for your tongue. 
“I’m so obsessed”, you croak, wrapping your fingers around him and sticking your tongue out. 
"Ah, wait", he gasps, tugging on your hair. You gave him one lick, just one measly lick before he pulled you away. 
"Yoongi don’t stop", you whine. 
"You're so greedy. What's with you and my dick?" 
"I wanna have it, please." 
"I don't know."
"But you're so hard, I bet it hurts so much", you give him a flirty flutter of your lashes, "I could give you relief." 
Yoongi eyes your lips and gulps. His fingers stay unmoving in their grip however. So you reach for his unoccupied hand, taking two of his long fingers and shoving them into your mouth. 
Yoongi parts his lips, widening his eyes in surprise. He really didn’t expect that. 
You suck on them eagerly, bopping your head up and down while keeping your eyes locked on his features. You are on a mission. A mission to show him what you could give to him if only he allowed himself to feel pleasure. This is to convince him, making you so incredibly needy in the process. His fingers are so long, so thick, so heavy on your tongue. Oh, how you want to choke on them. They still taste like you, it is a faint taste, one that tickles your throat and makes you oh so incredibly needy for more. Your taste is nice, but you want Yoongi. You want his arousal to coat your tongue. 
You release his fingers, swirling your tongue around them messily. You have to convince him. He keeps them tense for you, watching you with half-lidded eyes. He can’t lie, this is turning him on. You slathering his fingers in your drool and looking so cute doing it. This is such a turn on to him. 
Yoongi curls his fingers then, making your tongue slip and lose its grip. 
"More", you whine, chasing him.
But Yoongi grabs your chin instead, caressing it with his thumb while his fingers soil your skin in your spit. 
"You get me so hard", he rasps, tracing your lips. 
"Can I taste? Please?"
“Not like this.”
You pout, making Yoongi smile fondly. 
“Come up here, princess.”
“But-”
Yoongi silences you by forcing his thumb between your lips and pushing down on your tongue. You whine, squirming needily. This came as such a surprise, making your veins tingle in arousal. 
“No buts”, he rasps, massaging your tongue, “I want to taste your pretty pussy.”
You whine, allowing Yoongi to tug you closer while his thumb is still pressing down on your tongue. He is so hot when he is like this. 
“There we go princess, that’s better”, he encourages you, slipping his finger free just so he can touch your hips instead. He lifts you, makes you squeak as he does, and sets you down again. 
“Wait a minute”, you gasp, looking over your shoulder to make eye contact with him, “like this?”
He gives you a playful smirk, letting his hands run up and down your ass. 
“Go on princess, do whatever you want to do”, he says, pressing you down on his eager tongue afterwards. 
“Oh g-god”, you choke out, fighting the urge to collapse on top of him. This feels so fucking good. Yoongi’s tongue is swirling over your clit and his hands are squeezing your buttocks, “you’re so unfair”, you whine, gasping and tensing. 
He growls playfully, squeezing you closer to his face while his tongue curls against your clit in quick movements. 
“This is seriously so – ah – so unfair”, you mewl, digging your nails into his thighs, “how should, should I con-concentrate?”
“You can do it”, he rasps against your pussy, “you’re a big girl after all.”
“No”, you mewl, “I’m small and tiny, ah Yoongi”, you have to gasp, arching your back when he sucks on your clit while chuckling deeply.
“You’re adorable”, he says, kissing your pussy, “and so sweet. Mhm princess”, he moans, smothering himself with your core with a gentle use of his strength. 
“Yoongi”, you whine. 
“Do it princess”, he gives your clit a suck, then talks again, “come on, do it.”
With trembling limbs, you lower yourself, finding your only support on his thighs. One skilled flick of his tongue against your clit and you falter again, managing to wrap your fingers around him but failing to move any closer. You whimper, forcing your eyes to focus on him when all they want to do is fall closed. 
“Please give me a second”, you beg, earning yourself a guttural growl from him. 
He shakes his head, using the movement to grind his tongue against you. He is doing this on purpose. He is making it oh so incredibly hard for you on purpose. 
You gasp for air. You shiver on his tongue. You tense your thighs around his head. 
“Yoongi please”, you keen, earning yourself an encouraging pat to your butt and a throaty growl of pleasure, “fuck”, you press out, “you’re seriously so mean.”
So you just have to get through this. You have to fight against your urges to turn into a puddle in his hands. With glassy eyes focused on his cock, you finally inch closer. You take him inside with a needy moan, trembling because the sensation makes Yoongi press you closer and growl into you deeply. He throbs inside your mouth, sitting heavily on your tongue. Yoongi begins his sloppy kisses, thanking you for your warmth while at the same time destroying your sanity. 
Yep, that’s it. This is the day you ascend. This is the best goddamn thing you ever did. It seemed impossible at first, but now that you finally have him inside your mouth, pleasuring him comes oh so easy. Maybe Yoongi’s eager tongue even helps you, motivating you to outdo him and give him even better sensations.
You sink down on him until his tip graces the back of your throat. He feels so nice in your mouth, tastes so good too. Sweet, most definitely from his past hunt, and oh so addictive. 
“Fuck princess”, his voice is raspy in arousal, “you taste so good all of a sudden”, he presses out and groans, “fuck, yes…fuck. You’re a natural, princess, sucking my cock so well.”
You give him a little whimper, bopping your head up and down slowly while your fingers pleasure the parts you can’t fit. Just a second of nothingness and then Yoongi has you already back on his face, sending a bolt of electricity through your veins. 
He glides deeper, forcing tears to your eyes. You blink them away happily, sucking him harder now that his licks motivate you again. 
Yoongi tenses his toes, reaching for your waist just so he can squeeze it in desperation. He won’t tell you, but what you are doing right now is his fucking dream. Yoongi never really jerked off in his past. He saw no necessity for it and quite frankly found the entire act rather silly. But there was one occasion when he faltered. One fateful occasion when he found his hand around his cock and his knees trembling in pleasure. The night you came to steal from him and when he got you smelling of arousal with just one little push of his hips. He thought about having you ride his face that night and maybe he thought about how it would feel to have your bodies tangled in one of his favourite positions. Of course you would never hear such confessions from him, because they are way too silly to him. 
“Keep going princess. You’re doing so fucking well”, he encourages you, smothering himself with your sweet cunt again afterwards. He will tell you that you feel like literal paradise however. Not only because it makes your heart skip a beat in happiness and Yoongi loves that sound, but also because you somehow manage to do even better afterwards. As if you were in a cute little quarrel with your own abilities to show him just how much better you can be. 
Yoongi won’t complain. You’re sucking his cock so goddamn amazingly. Your tongue is so soft and so wet, your throat is so tight and warm and there are those seconds where your teeth just happen to naturally tickle his cock and during those seconds Yoongi swears he could finally taste colours and hear smells. 
Yes. Yes, Yoongi likes teeth. He sometimes wonders if he would have liked them if he stayed human. He sometimes wonders just what he would have liked if his friends and him had never angered their magic teacher. He also sometimes wonders if he would have been a complete bore as a human. But Yoongi isn’t human, he is a goddamn bloodsucker, obsessed with the most beautiful woman he has ever seen and fact is, that he has a thing for teeth. 
“Bite me”, he begs in a growl, feeling you falter and then slip off of him. 
“I bit you? Sorry”, you crane your neck to look at him, “I’m trying not to, really sorry I did.” 
“No princess. I want you to bite me”, he says, watching in delight as this widens your eyes in surprise. 
“Are you serious?” 
“Mhm, very”, he says nonchalantly, pushing you back down to continue his favourite feast. Has he ever mentioned that he could do this for hours? If he hasn’t then yes, he could. You wouldn’t even have to give him reactions during those hours, if you want to do something else in the meantime that is fine with him too, but Yoongi could be between your legs for literal hours. Just licking and kissing and tasting you. This is his heaven. 
“Fuck Yoongi”, you press out, taking him back inside with a shaky breath. You start off with little sucks, growing hungrier the farther down you sink on him. When you have your fingers tickling the tip of your nose and his cock filling up your throat, you finally stop sucking to begin your slow movements up and down. 
Yoongi moans deeply, dancing his hands from your waist down to your hips to squeeze them tightly. He is burning up in anticipation. When is your bite going to come? Yoongi feels his tongue falter for the first time tonight. All he can concentrate on is your wet tongue gliding over his cock and your soft lips squeezing around him. 
He pushes you down on him, hoping that you can feel the impatience in that gesture. A cute moan of yours meets his ears, his cock hits the back of your throat and makes you gag oh so sweetly. Fuck. Your pussy tastes so sweet because of it. Yoongi remembers that for later. Cute, little gags around my cock turn her on. He wonders if his fingers would have the same effect. 
He doesn’t wonder for long because after that gag you slip off of him, doing so with a gasp for air. You giggle, giving him a squeeze with your fingers. Your lips are pressed against his burning tip, your drool is running down his shaft. 
Yoongi presses you down again, giving your clit a suck of encouragement. Come on, bite me. He wants to say with that suck, tensing his thighs when you press out a quiet “fuck” and then wrap your lips around him again. 
Bops of your head, eager touches of your fingers. 
Yoongi growls, squeezing your buttocks impatiently. Fuck, you are so good in this game. Yoongi hasn’t felt that restless in ages. It is literally making his thighs tremble and his fingers become greedy in their squeezes.
A sting. 
“Fuck”, his voice is muffled by your pussy. 
You bit him. You finally fucking bit him. Right under his cockhead where it feels the fucking best.
The sting grows as you dig your teeth deeper and Yoongi actually has to break away from your middle just to throw his head back. 
“Harder”, he groans, dropping his hands from your body to grab the sheets instead. 
You do it. You bite down even harder, fearing that if you went any harder you would actually hurt him. 
But you don’t hurt him, you give him a glimpse of literal heaven. His cock is on fucking fire. Obviously your bite goes deep, your teeth dig into him and his nerves scream at him for a break. 
Yoongi doesn’t allow them a break. He twists the sheets and then bucks his hips up, forcing your teeth to scratch down his cock. And fucking hell, this feeling is like ecstasy to him. It startles you however and you loosen your bite around him before slipping off of him. 
“Jesus fuck”, you press out, allowing your excited breath to swirl over his sensitive cock. 
Yoongi whimpers, reaching for your waist just to tug you closer. 
“Princess”, he presses out, kissing your core eagerly, “do it again”, he begs before continuing his task of thanking you with hungry kisses and licks. 
“Fuck Yoongi, this is so kinky”, you croak, “I’ve never bitten someone before.” 
“Mhm, you’re amazing at it”, he mumbles, filling his mouth with your pussy afterwards. 
You laugh breathlessly, squirming on top of his face. This is making you so fucking wet, that you are pretty sure that you are actually dripping on Yoongi’s face. Not that he seems to mind, giving you the hardest time to stay focused by basically rubbing his entire face into you like a gluttonous animal. 
You moan his name, sinking down on him as far as you can go. Once his tip is tickling your throat and he coats your tongue with his taste, you finally do it. You bite down, forcing a jerk through his legs and for his fingers to tighten in surprise. With a good amount of pressure in your bite, you drag your teeth from the base of his cock all the way up to his cockhead. 
And Yoongi is panting, filling the air with his throaty, slightly pitched moans and feeding your tongue his sweet pleasure. 
You give him a lazy chuckle, kissing his tip before sinking down on him again and repeating what you had done before. You let your lips wrapped around his tip once you have reached it, using your teeth to give him a deeper bite. 
Yoongi breaks away from your pussy again, having to literally wheeze for air. That means something. To have Yoongi literally break away from your pussy willingly means something. Especially because it is the second time he is doing it in the span of minutes. 
“Hah!” he lets out and laughs with his voice slightly pitched. His hands are without decision on your body, trying and failing to feel up every inch of you at the same time. This is what you are doing to him. You are making him crumble so much that he actually forgets to eat your pussy and grabs you almost helplessly.  
With a suck of your lips you release him, squeezing around his base just so you can feel him throb and twitch. 
Yoongi’s laughter dies down, turning into a sighed purr and his hands coming to rest on your inner thighs just so they can knead them vigorously. 
“Just saying, you’re a stereotype”, you whisper, watching the translucent goodness of his precum leak out of him in thick streaks. You pick it up and play with it just so you can watch it connect your fingertip with his pink cockhead. It looks so good, makes you want to stare at it for hours.
“Shut up”, Yoongi croaks, but laughs quietly, “your jokes are terrible.”
You giggle, pressing a kiss to his tip. You don’t break away afterwards, instead you take him back inside just so you can drown in his taste. Holy fuck, he tastes so good. 
Yoongi moans softly, having to gasp your name when just one breath later you bite down on him again. Electricity shoots through his body. His cock throbs. His stomach tightens uncontrollably. 
“Okay, okay wait”, he croaks, making you gasp and slip off of him. 
“Oh no. Did I do it too hard?” you sound devastated. You squeak when a second later you get picked up by him and pinned down on the mattress. His hips are against yours, grinding into you obsessively and covering your pussy in his arousal. 
“I wanna fuck you”, he pants with his pupils blown out and his eyes carrying mania in them. 
“Yoongi…I..” you whisper, feeling entirely dizzy. What happened? One moment you are on top of him, riding his face and biting his cock and now he has you pinned down with such a strong grip you can’t even escape. All of a sudden he carries madness in his gaze and has gluttonous hunger dripping from his voice. 
“I wanna goddamn fucking pound you stupid”, he growls, showing you a glimpse of his fangs. 
“Jesus, Yoongi. What, what’s gotten into you?” you stutter. 
Truth was, that you almost made him cum with the last bite and now Yoongi’s brain has short circuited in desperation. He could have climaxed down your throat, he is sure you would have loved that. But he decided to deny himself. He did because his cock is literally so goddamn sensitive from your ruthless biting and all he wants to do is cream it with your pussy. 
“Don’t know, just wanna fuck your perfect cunt”, he tells you, grinding his hips into your thigh aggressively. 
This is messing with your mind. To have Yoongi show you this side of himself, to have his rockhard cock grinding against you and to have his fangs reflecting the lights. This is seriously messing with your mind. 
And it turns you on, makes you ache for what he promises. 
“Please pound me stupid”, you beg him, having to gasp in surprise when Yoongi’s face appears in front of yours in one inhumanly quick movement. He curls his lips back, moving the tip of his nose in an eager intake of your scent. His chest rumbles in a demonic sound of pleasure.
“Snowdrop is your safeword because I don’t know if I can stop myself otherwise”, he growls. 
“Yoongi what the fuck?” you gasp. 
“Repeat it.”
“Snowdrop”, you whisper. 
“Yes, princess yes. Say it and I’ll stop. You can’t? Think it and I’ll stop immediately.”
“I’m actually going to pass out. Yoongi what the fuck?” 
He barely reacts, lowering his eyes dangerously. Then you feel it. The kind of pressure only his cock can give you. It feels unbearably exciting for just a second before your pussy finally welcomes him inside and then you actually entirely black out. 
Well, not actually. You just know that your brain stopped thinking about anything else except Yoongi and what his cock is doing to you. The moment he bottomed out and then began rutting into you in fast motions, your brain cells decided to stop working. 
You also know that you begin squeaking and clawing at his back, solely because Yoongi knows how to fuck. Oh, he fucking knows and he is hellbound to lay out all the knowledge just for you. 
“I’m going insane”, his voice is distorted in pleasure, “princess, you’ve got my cock so fucking sensitive.” 
He forces his entire length into you, stops and gives you a harsh roll of his hips just to show you just how hard he is inside of you. He pulls out just to do it again. And again. And then again until it becomes a pattern, which literally steals the ability to form words from you.  
“Feel that?” he pants and growls as he drills his cock into you again, “feel how hard I am for you?” he taunts, pressing his lips against the shell of your ears, “only you can make me so fucking hard.”
You hear him breathe in, having to realise that his throat is rattling in animalistic growls as he does. And fuck, that realisation is making you want to sob. He could actually rip you apart. There you go again, thinking about the fact that he could literally rip you apart. And somehow, because of that realisation, his cock feels so goddamn massive all of a sudden. It is true paradise. It truly is.
Yoongi growls and abandons the rhythm just to fuck into you quickly. He is making sure that your pussy is stuffed with his entire cock, shaking your entire body as he does while his right hand is having a strong hold of your hips.
"Your pussy's fucking heaven", he pants, "it’s literal heaven, princess. Heaven." 
You sob, convulsing beneath him. His hips don’t falter, as a matter of fact they seem to become even better in their movements now that you are tensing and pulsating and creaming all over his cock.
“Fuck princess, don’t tell me you’re cumming right now.”
You try to talk but make dumb sounds instead. Yes you are. Who wouldn’t when their otherwise so reserved boyfriend is pounding you as if it was his only purpose? Who wouldn’t when their otherwise so in-control boyfriend is literally losing himself to you? This and mixed with just how worked up he got you with his tongue and you just can’t help it.
“Fuck, you are”, he presses out and growls deeply. His hips slam into you, forcing you to feel every second of it as intensely as you can, “you’re fucking perfect. I wanna devour you whole. Fuck.”
“Yoongi”, you drag out his last syllable, covering his back in scratch marks all the way down to his ass. They heal instantly, but leave an insatiable ache for more behind in Yoongi's veins.
“Wanna go again? Can you do that for me? Can you keep fucking my cock like that?” he asks. 
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop”, you beg him, squeaking in bliss when this makes Yoongi speed up again. His back is tense under your fingertips, his hips show no ounce of tiredness.
“Holy fuck, ah”, this is all you can bring out before Yoongi steals the words from you.  
Holy fuck indeed. Yoongi agrees. This right here is fucking holy. He doesn’t believe in religion. He stopped believing when no higher deity saved him from his terrible fate. But this right here is the closest he will ever come to believing again. Maybe there is someone good up above and maybe She wanted all his terrible fates to happen to him just so one day he can have your perfect cunt around his cock. 
"You're my fucking goddess", he presses out, forcing your eyes open with his words. 
"Ahgn?" it is supposed to mean what but quite frankly you are in no way capable of talking. His cock just feels too good. His words do the rest. 
His eyes flicker up a deep red, running along your features obsessively. 
"I don't need anything else, but you", he pants, "nothing gets me that fucking good", he moans the last word, letting his eyes roll back just so he can close them.
He throws his head back, abandoning your hip just so he can grab the edge of the mattress with both hands. Like this he goes even deeper, like this he can move his hips against you as if it was his sole purpose. It forces your legs apart, forces your back to arch and gives you such intense sensations that you actually feel how warmth shoots through your legs and makes them weak.
His head bounces to the front, his dark bangs hang into his eyes messily. This must be the first time you see his hair drenched in sweat, sticking to his face at some parts. Yep, this is going to haunt you.
“I’m gonna cum too, princess”, he growls, “gonna cum so fucking hard for you.”
You sob, scratching down his chest. If he keeps fucking you like this, you fear that your body isn’t the only thing breaking in this room. Oh, the bed is shaking way too much, forcing the headboard to bang the wall loudly and for the poor bed frame to croak in exhaustion. 
Yoongi hears it too, but doesn’t give two shits about it. He has to fuck you that hard. This is the only way to still the ache between his legs. And besides, why should he go any slower when your moans are filled with so much pleasure?
“Ready princess?” he asks. 
“Please fill me up”, you beg, crying tears of utter bliss. 
“Urgh”, Yoongi lets out, hitting the mattress beside you just so he can grab the edge of it and rip it between his fingers. His hips slam into you, moving your body a good four inches until your head tangles over the edge and your brain short circuits. Yoongi digs his hand deeper into the mattress and chases your neck. He cums just like this. With his lips pressed against your sensitive throat and his hand doing everything to keep his power focused on breaking something other than your body. 
A loud crack and Yoongi knows that he was successful. He feels it before you do, picking you up quickly. 
“Geez”, you gasp, “what the hell?”
There you are with your back pressed against the motel wall and Yoongi panting heavily while his hips rut into you. You sneak a glance to your left, doing so with much struggle as his fuck feels just way too good.
“You just literally broke the bed”, you mewl, twisting his damp hair between your fingers. 
“If I didn’t, I’d have broken you”, he sounds out of breath, "you just made me cum so fucking hard, but don’t wanna stop. Feel it, I’m still rockhard", he rasps, moving his hips harder just so you can feel his throbbing cock shift inside of you.
“Oh my god, Yoongi”, you have to mewl.
“Can you feel it?”
“Yeah…ah god”, you keen.
"It's just for you, princess. This is all just for you", he says and tightens his grip on your thighs, “you make me want to keep fucking you”, he grunts, shaking your body, “I literally can’t stop.”
“Don’t, please”, you beg, messing up his mind with the way you are pulling at his hair. You aren’t even aware that you are doing it, too lost in him. You just need something to hold on and his hair is the best for that.
"I won’t, oh princess I won’t", he promises you and then neither one of you feel it in yourselves to produce more words. 
It is just skin on skin, your wetness covering his cock and your heavy pants, mixed with honest moans and mewls of pleasure for god knows how long. And it is perfect like that. 
His lower stomach is grinding against your clit throughout the entire fuck. It is currently tensed, flexing harder each time he thrust into you. It was one thrust which broke you and your words returned again. 
"Yoongi", it was just his name, but made him lift his face from your neck just so he can lock eyes with you. 
You whimper. 
"Does it hurt?" he asks, slowing down upon seeing the tears streaming down your cheeks.
"Fast! Please don’t slow down, please." 
Yoongi obeys gladly, watching as this forces more tears out of you. 
"Does it feel good? Is my princess crying because of how good I fuck her?" 
You nod your head vigorously. 
"This is so hot", he grunts, pressing his hips into yours just to circle them skillfully, "you're the best, princess. You’re the fucking best", he growls, showing you just how good it feels to fuck.
"Oh?" your eyes widen, your core feels charged in electricity, "Yo-Yoongi."
"Close again?" 
"Mh-hm, sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?" 
"I'm too sensitive", you whine and gasp, having to convulse on his veiny cock. 
"Oh nonono", he lets out a pleasured chuckled, "you're perfect. Goddamn fucking perfect. Cum for me, you’re so perfect when you do", he rasps, encouraging you with eager grinds of his hips. 
"Urgh, fuck", you grunt then you tense up so much you can’t even breathe. 
"That's it, you’re so perfect. That's it, princess."
Yoongi pulls out just to feed you his entire length in one go, grinding his hips into you. This was it. The one thing you still needed.
"Ohmygod", you squeak out, creaming his cock with your orgasm while wondering to yourself if you will ever recover from this. 
Yoongi is truly so greedy, so obsessed with your orgasms. Maybe it is because of his nature, but watching you climax is like feeling warm blood on his tongue. Yoongi cums with a demonic growl, pumping you full of his high until it runs down his veiny shaft and soils his pubes.  
It just so happens that the new wetness of it forces his cock to slip out accidentally. Yoongi presses you against his stomach, making sure you wouldn’t leak his precious cum. Like this he can feel how your cunt still throbs and pulsates. And just how wet he has gotten you.
"Yoonginglngm", his name makes sense before you babble nonsense. Your eyes are barely open, looking at him dazedly. 
"I can go again", he growls, "just say it."
He means the word. The one word which would stop him immediately.
You shake your head, "don’t need to say it." 
Yoongi trembles, keeping his instincts at bay by grinding his teeth. Fuck, he wants to devour you. You are so incredibly sweet.
“You’re my weakness”, he tells you and lifts you just to set you down on the windowsill. It aches because you aren’t filled up by his cock anymore, but excites you as well because whatever he is trying to do here, his eyes are dark in focus and that means something with Yoongi.
Your legs he props up on top of it as well, forcing them apart by applying pressure on the parts where your knees meet your inner thighs. Like this you are leaking his cum if you wanted to or not and it makes your brain turn into mush. 
Especially when seconds later you have him cleaning it off of you with his mouth. He can’t even hide his gluttonous tongue by now. It claims its right to your pussy in deep wiggles, filling you up so perfectly that you have to gasp for air. 
“Yoongi”, you croak, head hitting the window as you fall back in exhaustion. This doesn’t mean that you want him to stop. On the contrary, you never ever want him gone again.
"Oh god slow", you croak, arching your back. He makes you embarrassingly close again. Oh truly, how embarrassingly sensitive he has gotten you. 
The window feels cold on your skin, his tongue feels like fire in contrast. How ironic it is. That you once again find yourself pressed against a window while Yoongi is stilling his hunger with your pussy. It makes you wonder if he is doing it on purpose. Maybe he wants everyone to see just how good he treats you. Maybe this is his way to show the world that he is yours and you are his'. 
Yoongi comes up for air, giving you a glimpse of his face. It is covered in his cum. White and creamy. It sits there right next to his nose. Yoongi simply licks it off of himself and smirks. 
"So your tongue does grow", you gasp, squirming, "Yoongi stop being so hot. I hate this, I can’t think straight because of you", you whine, making him chuckle. 
He buries himself back in your pussy. This is his answer. Just eager sucks and sloppy licks with his gluttonous tongue. It is truly peculiar but you give him so much confidence. About everything. Yoongi always knew his mouth had skill, but hearing it from you makes him feel so good about it. And he loves his nature in those moments too. When you moan for him, he suddenly doesn’t hate how his body changes in hunger. He loves it because you feel good because of it. 
"Don't stop, oh god please don’t stop", he has you begging and Yoongi has to wrap his hand around his cock just to jerk it roughly. It is still so wet from your fucking, covered in a delicious concoction of your orgasm and his cum. Yoongi uses it to his advantage, fucking his own hand with fast thrusts of his hips. The touch feels like fire, leaving him to press himself closer in pure need. He imagines his hand to be your pussy instead.
"I'm going in-insane…ah Yoongi", your voice pitches for the last two words, your hips grow restless. 
He growls, pinning you down with his left hand. He doesn’t mind the wiggling, but he tastes how much sweeter you get when he shows you a glimpse of his strength. That is why he does it, to make you sweeter and to fuel his greed in the process.
"Yoongi", you sob, squirming.
He could do this for hours. There he is again. Repeating himself, but it’s the truth. He could really do this for hours. 
You are so perfect. You taste so good. Especially when he fucked you. Yoongi regrets not having tasted you in this state sooner. But it doesn’t matter. He will worship you like a fucking dog worships its owner. Blindly and with unfaltering devotion. And gladly. Oh so gladly he curls his tongue against your clit and oh so gladly he accepts the consequences.
"Cumming", you squeak, twisting his hair painfully, "Yoongi I'm- ah."
"Mhm", he hums, nodding his head in understanding. Do it. He tells you with a squeeze of his fingers. Cum on my tongue. He encourages you with a curl of it. Soil my fucking face. He begs you with a needy moan. Holy fuck I need it. He pleads with eager tugs on his throbbing cock.
And you do. You do all of those things. You cum on his tongue, soiling his face in your orgasm while your fingers almost rip out his hair. 
"Urgh god", you groan, arching your back in one last immense shake then you slack against the window, hearing your ears ring. 
Yoongi lets off of you, kissing up your inner thigh with happy purrs rumbling in his chest. 
He pulls your legs around his middle, catching you in his arms when the movement makes your body slack against him as if you were a ragdoll. 
He feels you shake and then hug him as if your life depended on it. 
"Can you go again? Mhm? Just one more?" 
"You're crazy", you lull, almost drooling on his shoulder from just how hard he ruined you, "you just killed me." 
He chuckles and pecks your temple. He is a little disappointed that it is going to stop for now. He wanted more, oh how much he craves it. But in the end, he doesn’t mind because he would have felt like literal shit if he knew you weren’t completely into it. 
"Alright then", he says, picking you up to carry you back to bed. He sets you down on the side which isn’t broken, claiming the emptiness beside you with his presence. 
His leg is thrown around your middle, his arm is draped across your chest. His cock is still hard, soiling your skin with his denied orgasm.
"Did you like it? Was I good?" he asks.
"So good, I’m dead", you lull. 
He chuckles softly, "rest, my princess. Take as long as you need. We have all night", he whispers, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.
You sigh contently and close your eyes, relaxing under the little kisses he leaves on your skin.
This is it, you think. This is the night of immense pleasure he promised you. This is what you could have had. Watching the moonlight journey across the room while Yoongi shows your body just how much he appreciates it. 
"Is this what I could have had?"
"Mhm?" 
"When you promised me a night of immense pleasure. Is this what I could have had?" 
He smirks against your skin, "regret it now, mhm?" 
"Shut up", you murmur, making him chuckle.
He kisses your cheek and lifts his head to look at you. 
"I could have shown you so much more." 
"So much more?" 
"Mhm, you think you know all my little secret rooms already?" 
"Huh? Excuse me? What are you hiding from me?" 
"I guess you'll never know", he smiles boyishly, "that’s my secret." 
"Urgh Yoongi", you whine, scrunching your nose up in desperation, "you are so mean. Now I’m going to think about it and it’s going to haunt me." 
Yoongi laughs, tracing your features with his fingertips. 
"I'll show you once I'm back." 
"Yeah, I hope you do", you give him a pout, "and just so you know, I’m going to try and find it."
“Oh? You will? And what makes you think that I'm keeping it unlocked?” 
“Well, unlucky for you, I know where to find the keys”, you tease, giving his chest a little nudge. You keep your hand on the spot afterwards, letting your eyes run over the small smile he shows off. He is so handsome.
“And you think I’m keeping those keys in there?” 
“I’ll just see for myself.” 
"Okay, good luck", he says with his face glowing in happiness, “but they’re not in there.”
“Well, where are they?” 
He moves closer so his lips would be touching yours, “with me”, he whispers. 
“Give them to me.” 
“No.”
“Then come back with me and unlock it for me.”
“Mhm”, he lowers his eyes playfully, “maybe I should.” 
“Yeah, do it and I’ll lock you in there so you can never escape again", you say, giving him a nod of determination. 
Yoongi studies your features, having to pick you up in his arms afterwards. He giggles into you, squeezing you tightly. He has never felt like this before. His stomach is filled with so many butterflies and his chest is tingling in warmth and he feels lightheaded and his skin is charged in electricity. This is so new to him. It feels so nice. 
"My princess."
“I’m serious, Yoongi Boongie”, you whine, getting shaken around in the most fun ways ever. 
“I’m sure you are”, he murmurs, changing your positions so you would be sitting on his lap. 
“I’m actually serious”, you insist, scooting closer and closer. 
"You know that I could easily rip through the door, don’t you?" 
"Doesn’t matter, I'll just make myself big in the doorway." 
Yoongi shows you a lopsided grin, eyes flitting up and down your face with an amused sparkle in them. 
"And you think you’re strong enough against me?" 
"Yes, I am. I could fight you. Easy.", you say jokingly, making him chuckle.
“Well, when you say it, then I can’t doubt you, can I?” he says, sneaking a glance down at your hips and how they seem to grind against him, “princess what are you doing?” 
“Yoongi you’re so handsome and, and hot and sweet”, you whisper. 
He chuckles, cocking his right eyebrow up.
“What do you want?” 
“Your cock. Just one more round.” 
“Mhm princess”, he smirks, grabbing your ass to give it a playful squeeze, “you’re insatiable.” 
“And? So are you", you say, looking at his hard cock standing loud and proud against his stomach.
He chuckles lazily, “you’ve got me there.” 
You give him an eager roll of your hips, touching his nipples at the same time. Your eyes lock. He tries not to show it, but your touch affects him deeply. Within seconds, you have his nipples all hard and oh so sensitive between your fingers and as a result have a view of his chest heaving up and down on quickened breaths.
"What about how I killed you? We don’t want you to overdo it, do we?" he asks, voice quivering in desperation.
"I'm resurrected again."
Yoongi genuinely laughs. It sounds just that tiny bit squeaky at first before becoming those really cute throaty cackles. His eyes are also little crescent moons as he laughs and his cheeks are puffed out as he shows you his teeth in a big smile. 
"Oh my god, princess", he says and coughs, "you just made me choke. Hah!" he chuckles quietly.
"Hehe", you let out, grinning proudly. This right here feels like the greatest achievement you have ever made. This is going to stay in your brain as a memory of utter happiness. 
Yoongi gets into a more comfortable position, lying your bodies down and making you face him. Your leg is draped around his hips, your torso is cradled in his strong arms. The closeness is making your heart race.
"Let's do it like this", he whispers. 
"Okay", you whisper, eyes racing between his'. He has the most beautiful eyes, he really does. They begin sparkling once his length breaches you. It is slow, quickening your breaths and forcing your lips closer. 
"Is it too much?" he asks, feeling you tremble in his arms.
"No, come closer please."
"Like this?" 
"Closer."
"Closer", he sighs and bottoms out, keeping you close with a hand on your lower back. 
You sigh, grabbing a handful of his hair just to play with it lovingly. It feels so good to be so connected with him.
"Now you've got me. This is as deep I can go", he whispers, eyes racing between yours.
"Yoongi." 
"___." 
"Oh", you close your eyes and smile. Your hips begin rocking back and forth, moving his length inside of you perfectly.
Yoongi allows himself one more second of your face and then he closes his eyes as well, resting his forehead against yours and closing his arms around you tightly. 
“This feels so good”, you sigh, “you’re so good.”
“Mhm princess, you’re so good too”, he whispers, “you’re the best.”
You snuggle into him, making him smile and melt closer with you. 
"Can we do it slowly?"
"Yes", he sighs, "let's take it slow." 
"I'm so weird."
"You're not."
"I shouldn’t be so horny, but I just don’t want to stop. We're so close." 
"I don't want to stop either", he whispers. 
You hug him, meeting his slow thrusts with rolls of your hips. It shifts him so deeply and makes your bodies melt into one. 
"Yoongi, can’t you come back with me?" 
"I'll just never leave." 
"Then don’t." 
"Princess, I have to." 
You pull him closer, wrapping your leg around him tightly. It makes him gasp and then tremble because of just how deep he can feel you around him. 
"Please."
"___, please don’t make it so hard." 
You shake your head, circling your hips. 
"I'm stubborn, you know I am."
"You're so unfair", he croaks, giving you the saddest puppy eyes ever, "I don't want to leave either, but I have to make the world better", he squeezes your waist, "for you", he whispers. 
"Yoongi", you whimper. 
"It's for you. It’s all for you", he sighs and then closes his eyes just to tremble in a whimper, "for you."
"Oh, Yoongs", you sigh, hugging him tightly, "you're my precious Yoongi." 
Yoongi whimpers, placing his hands on your upper back. He lowers his head just so he can bury it in your chest. He is so happy. It’s insane just how happy he feels. He is precious. You think that he is precious. 
"Can you tell me that you’re precious?" you ask him to which he shakes his head. 
"I know you can do it", you tug his head back so your eyes could lock, "tell me, you know." 
"I know", he whispers, growing smaller in relaxation. He can feel it. You are pushing him back into the same safe space he was in as he rested between your legs. Yoongi feels how warm his body becomes because of it. 
"And what do you know?" you stress in a soft spoken voice, caressing his cheek. 
"Don't know." 
"Yes you do", you whisper, wiggling your hips so he could bury himself deeper. Yoongi’s eyelids flutter in reaction. He gives you a needy whimper and shaky intake of breath, "tell me that you’re precious." 
And as Yoongi feels himself getting lost in the coziest space ever, he can’t resist any longer. There he goes. He is actually going to compliment himself.
"I'm precious", he croaks, tearing up like an idiot afterwards. At least he thinks he's an idiot for doing it. You don’t, you simply squish his cheek tenderly and nod your head.
You smile brightly, "oh Yoongs", you giggle, "yes, you are! You’re so precious. You’re my precious, sweet Yoongi Boongie." 
Yoongi closes his eyes and whimpers softly. He can’t cry. Not now. Stupid emotions, making him all sappy. 
Seconds later he has your lips on his forehead, kissing him sweetly. And Yoongi swears that he feels eternal. Which is quite the ironic thing to feel for someone who is truly eternal. But it is a different kind of eternal. It is good and makes him happy that he will never cease to exist. And it makes him want to fill up his eternity with nothing but you. 
Yoongi wraps his arms around and pushes. Your back hits the mattress, your leg is still wrapped around him tightly soon joined by your other one. Yoongi pushes his hips into you, filling you up with those last few inches which just couldn’t reach you in the previous position. 
"Holy fuck, Yoongi", you gasp, pulling yourself up by wrapping your arms around him oh so tightly. 
"You have my eternity", he whispers, cradling you in his arms as he makes the sweetest love to you. 
You look at him and he looks at you and it feels that in this moment golden sparks glimmer all around you. 
"Yoongi, I love you", you whisper, feeling his length throb inside of you. He moans and moves closer. He needs it. He needs to be closer. Oh why can’t he get even closer? He chases it with deep rolls of his hips and his arms around you. 
"Me too, I do it too", he falters in shyness, "I do, I’m just…weird…can’t say it a lot."
He makes you laugh. Yoongi feels it, having to part his lips and gasp for air. You are squeezing so much around him. 
"That's okay, I know you do", you giggle, hooking your arms behind his neck to pull him closer. 
His forehead falls against yours in a low thud. His eyes are closed instantly. 
"You're so sweet, Yoongi", you whisper, pecking his lips. 
Yoongi chases you, deeping the kiss just as you had hoped he would. It feels so right to kiss him when he is so connected with you. And while his lips dance with yours and his tongue tastes you, you think back to the hug you and him shared in your tears. Oh, that was so many hours ago and back then your future looked so brim. Not anymore. Yoongi will leave, but he will return and then you will be together again and life will be great. 
You can have your warm mornings with him and watch the summer's breeze in his hair and laugh when a flower tickled his nose. You can taste his cooking and kiss him when everyone is watching and you can fall into his arms when you need comfort. This is not the end. You still have time to bask in his smile. 
And then you realise that you are finally as close as two people can get. Any closer and magic would have to be involved. This is truly the peak of closeness. Limbs entangled, bodies connected by their middles and souls communicating through sweet kisses. You are finally as close as you wanted to be all those hours ago. 
You barely break the kiss, only having to because of air. He peels his eyes open, studying your face as you pant for air in quick breaths. 
"Do you feel good?" his voice is only audible for you. It truly is. If someone would stand just one foot away from the bed, they would hear nothing. This is a secret between you and Yoongi.
"I feel so good", you answer him just as quietly. The words are just for you and him, "do you feel good too?"
"Yes", he smiles softly, "we're so close."
"I know, that’s so nice." 
"Mh-hm." 
"Yoongi, I can’t wait until you’re back." 
He chuckles, "I didn’t even leave yet." 
"Doesn’t change anything. I'm going to show you so much once you’re back." 
"Yeah?" 
"Yep, I’m going to make my wing pretty and put more plants into my greenhouse and I’ll show you."
"Your wing?" 
"Yes, I decided to move in." 
Yoongi exhales shakily, eyes becoming glassy in happiness.
"Thank you", he whispers even more quietly. 
"Mh-hm", you pull him closer by his hair, "so you have to be quick. I need your help with renovating and my bed’s too big for one, you have to fill it up together with me." 
"I'll be quick”, he promises in a sigh and smiles.
"Good, I can’t wait." 
Yoongi closes his eyes and whimpers. He grows weak on top of you, finding his only strength by burying his face in your neck. Like this you can hug him tighter. 
Yoongi is so happy. He will be needed once he is home. He can help you create a home and that home will be just two doors down the hallway from his wing. He will be needed and he will find harmony between your legs and peace in your embrace. 
"Oh god", he presses out and begins shaking. Yoongi finds his orgasm just like this. Embraced by you while his thoughts are lost in his bright future. He is a little embarrassed that he climaxed oh so early, but it happened. He couldn’t stop it. It was as if you pushed a button. One moment he is basking in your warmth and the next he can’t control his own body anymore. 
He lifts his head afterwards, locking eyes with you even if he is devastatingly embarrassed.
"Did you just cum?" you sound a little surprised. 
"No?" 
"You're such a softie, oh my god. I'm speaking of our future dates and you’re cumming", you tease him. 
"Shut up", he grumbles, pouting. 
You giggle, caressing his cheeks to let him know that you weren’t truly meaning your teasing words. Your eyes sparkle as they race over his features. 
"You're so cute, Yoongi Boongie", you whisper. 
He huffs out air, furrowing his brows angrily. It’s not honest anger. 
"Yoongi, can I cum too? I was really close."
"Yes", he whispers and reaches between your bodies to touch your clit, "does that feel nice?" 
"Mhm, yeah", you sigh and close your eyes, “feels so nice…oh so nice…yes…”
“You’re so pretty”, he whispers, soaking up the view of your glowing face, “so, so pretty.” 
You sigh and arch your back. 
"Wanna know…what I’m gonna do…as well?" your voice comes out with difficulty now that he is touching you so well.
"Tell me princess." 
"Gonna give you so many orgasms. Ah Yoongi soon." 
Yoongi feels it. You are tightening around his sensitive cock. Convulsing in preparation. 
"Me too, princess. You won’t be able to walk once I'm done. And then afterwards you can rest in my bed with my shirt on and I’ll make you food." 
"Food", you press out and gasp, squirming, "what else?" 
"I'll bring it to you and watch you eat it and it’ll be one of the new recipes I learned." 
You whimper softly, eyes racing behind your lids as you imagine it. You tighten even more, making concentrating oh so difficult for Yoongi. 
"And? More", you beg. 
"You'll have me all to yourself afterwards and I’ll hold you, maybe I'll even fall asleep with you." 
"Oh Yoongi", you moan, arching your back, "Yoongi…," 
He speeds his finger up just slightly, moving his hips to give your g-spot a skilled massage as well. His cock is terribly sensitive and Yoongi has a hard time not wailing into your neck but you need it. And he wants to give it to you. You should climax in the best way possible.
"And I’ll kiss you the next morning and I’ll tell you…", he presses his lips to your ear, "I love you, ___", he whispers, pushing you over the edge in the most soul consuming of ways.
You sob his name, hugging him so tightly that he has to squeak.
Yoongi stays inside of you until you drop and grow limp in exhaustion. You smile, keeping your eyes closed. 
"Thank you", you whisper, shuddering in the aftermath of your intense orgasm. Truly, it was so intense. Not only physically but emotionally too. It really does feel as if those last orgasms for you and him fulfilled your hearts just as much as they did your bodies. 
He kisses your cheek as an answer, slipping out of you but staying on top of you. He loves the warmth and he especially loves the feeling of your naked skin on his’.
“You were so amazing, princess”, he whispers sweetly.
“You too”, you say and let out a shy giggle, “will you really do all those things?”
“Mh-hm yeah, I will.”
Your eyes meet and Yoongi swears that in this moment, as he sees with just how much sparkling adoration you look at him, he falls even deeper for you.
“I’m so excited for it”, you whisper, carrying cute awe in your voice.
Yoongi finds himself smiling and then kissing the tip of your nose because he thinks you are so precious right now. With a content sigh, he finds comfort in the crook of your neck.
"Okay but, I actually need a break now, phew I'm spent”, you say and exhale loudly.
"Me too, I think my cock's dead." 
You laugh, making Yoongi laugh as well. 
“You’re an idiot”, you say and cackle, ruffling his hair.
Yoongi purrs, nudging your cheek with his nose. Your fingers dig deeper and he loves that sensation.
“You’re so sweaty”, you say, scratching over his scalp slowly.
“Sorry”, he tries to roll off of you, but you stop him by draping your arm around his waist.
“It’s hot.”
He snorts, lifting his head to send you a look.
“You’re so weird.”
“Hey”, you nudge his side, “you’re such a meanie. Be glad I think it’s hot. You can be all sweaty and hot from working hard and I’d want to jump your bones. That’s great.”
He chuckles, “if you say so.”
“Mh-hm yeah”, you nod your head in conviction. You lick your lips afterwards, swallowing, “I’m really thirsty. Do we have water here?”
“Stay”, he tells you, “I’ll get you something.”
Yoongi rolls off of you and, once he put his pants back on, makes his way to the bathroom. He appears after a few moments, carrying a glass of water for you.
“There you go, princess. I hope it’s nice”, he gives to you.
“Thank you”, you say, accepting it with sparkling eyes. You drink it eagerly then set it down on the bedside table, "it was so nice. Thank- Yoongi?" 
Yoongi is gone, safe for a bundle of his black hair sticking out from behind the bed. You shimmy closer.
“What are you doing?” you ask him, watching him squat on the floor and then stick his head under the bed. 
“Trying to fix the bed”, he says before shaking you slightly as he tries to push and bend the broken frame back into place. It actually works. Sort of. At least for tonight it will be alright. He’ll pay for the rest tomorrow.
“You’re so cute”, you laugh. 
Yoongi’s face appears in your vision again. His bangs are slightly tousled from having to crawl around on the floor.
“Don’t laugh, you made me break it.” 
“So it was my fault?” you giggle, “sorry, but who is the one with inhuman strength?” you point at the ripped mattress. 
“I’ll just break your arm next time then”, he mumbles with a pout, making you laugh and then reach out to fix his bangs. 
Yoongi accepts the touch with a tilt of his head, the kind which makes the tip of his nose poke your palm. 
“Yeah. Next time”, you say, cupping his cheek just to caress it.
Your eyes meet. You both know the greater meaning which lies behind those two simple words. 
“Next time”, he mouths the words more than he says them. 
“Come up here and seal it with a kiss.” 
Yoongi does so happily. He lets himself fall into your welcoming arms and entangles his legs with yours as your lips find each other in a deep kiss. 
This is what he will do once he is back from his journey. He will fall into your arms and let you drag him down into the harmony he only feels when he is with you.
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DEJWRITES MANGA/MANHWA/WEBTOONS REC
❪ ♡ ❫ ─── under the cut are manga/manhwa/webtoon suggestions, i think you guys should check out. please be sure to read the warnings before the story to prevent you from reading anything that might trigger you or make you feel uncomfortable. so here's a list plus me trying to pique your interest using only three or fewer sentences.
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if you like things that include fighting...you should read
get schooled — two hot people that work for an agency that protect teachers and children
out — badass teenagers that look like they pushing 25 fighting and shit.
castle — haven't read this one in a minute, but they be fighting and i like the art style
lookism — started off in high school, body switching, and they be fighting. for what? i don't even be knowing tbh. just know a lot of them are fine in this.
how to fight — once again they be fighting. that tik tok sound where it's like 'when in reality i just like to fight' that's sums this one up
bouncer — boy get fired from one job and get hired to be apart of a security team in japan
nine peaks — if you like tokyo revengers you’ll like this one…teenage boy time jumps back to when his dad was a delinquent
if you like thrillers/horror/crime...you should read
brutal: sataujin kansatsukan no kokuhaku — hot detective that kill horrible people
impossibility defense — a psychic slash killer for hire shows you that humans are indeed trash sometimes
juujika no rokunin — boy who got bullied come back and get that shit back in blood
chasing tails — a mystery about college students being trapped in a building and some of them whine up dying....shit had me scared lowkey
coffin jackson — hot dilf looking morgue worker do shady business with this group
bloodhounds — i watched the netflix series first. the plot is very unique also
raise wa tanin ga li — think of a yakuza au fanfic...yeah
if you like sports...you should read
windbreaker — they be riding bikes and be dripped down to the core!
fake out — a baseball team that is involved in some shady business with this gangsta. also has a himbo on the team and who doesn't love himbos?
if you like romance...you should read
the end of you — super protective gangsta boyfriend...super hot sunshine girl. also black representation...the lead is haitian i believe. someone on here suggested this one to me!
lmly — mutual pinning trope ! fake dating trope and very cute vibrant art style & diverse characters!
daybreak — discovered this through the creator popping up on my fyp and it’s just so adorable
dom & mor — just cute moments between two very pretty women characters hehe
if you like something steamy (18+)...you should read
bad thinking diary — super hot, wlw...mutual pinning trope & best friends to lovers trope !! yuna is so hot
fucked by my best friend — bisexual.
hot summer kiss — handy man a lil handy but with consent of course !! i guess you can say friends to lovers since they were childhood friends
dangerous convenience store — one of the best well-written bl's i have ever read.
wild eyes — historial plot line & the sex scenes in this are so hot! i got my babymaking nanami kento header from this manhwa lmfao and the male lead is hot!
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- packs kill switch [damon&winter]
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I've decided to add art headers for each chapter of The One That Got a Thay: A Semichronological Guide on Breaking Free of Your Dread Father and Removing Illithid Parasites (wow that's a mouthful) which you can read here
I've put the first chapter under the cut if anyone wants to read it also! Thank you guys for almost 2,000 hit on my little love story so far! (its 3k words before you tap that read more)
She could hear the fire crackling behind her. Popping every so often with the remnants of the boar’s fat which had dripped within the pit several hours prior. It was a good find and, with Gale’s little freezing trick, would keep the group fed for at least another few days.
Tavaris hesitated to grab the animal’s carcass and take it back to the camp when it was found, but Wyll and Karlach insisted. The placement was too perfect – the kill too clean. As if the beast was meant to be discovered. Beyond that, Astarion had attempted to pull her attention from it in a way that opposed what she decided was his normal behavior. While they had only known each other for a handful of days, his need to draw her focus from the boar struck her as odd.
Had Wyll not rolled it over with the heel of his boot, the two thin trails of blood clumping the fur of its neck would have gone unnoticed. And, had Tavaris not been slightly turned to the side, the motion of Astarion’s eyes darting away would have gone the same.
A problem for later she supposed. Everyone in the group was entitled to their own secrets. Astarion was no exception.
Their system for the night’s watch had gone well so far. With two of them being of the elven variety, it meant that watch could be split up between just the two of them while the others slept soundly for eight hours. Though Lae’zel was prone to ‘scanning the perimeter’ before settling down, similar to a disgruntled housecat. Tavaris was meant to sleep first; with another three hours still to pass before her pale companion would end her meditation - if it didn’t come naturally to a close. Perhaps she would bring it up when they switched roles.
She had pulled herself away from the group, stating that the sound of the river’s water aided her rest. Her back was now to the fire while the others slept soundly around its diminishing warmth. It wasn't necessarily a lie; the water’s babbling did help. Though not with any pathetic attempt at mediation. It was a distraction.
The gnolls that had ravaged that caravan… the blood of those accompanying it. All of it spilt poorly, with the same care a child would afford to throwing paint during a tantrum. It was disgusting.
Where was the artistry, where was the craft? The suffering of every human slaughtered there was ended far too quickly. The animals lunged for throats first. Pathetic. Were it so that she led the massacre, the suffering would have gone on for hours. The screams would have been savored with an expert’s care-
She snapped her eyes open, now faced with hands clenched into fist that sat in her lap, the deep purple of Tavaris’ skin was pulled taught around her knuckles as she flexed them. The thoughts weren’t getting any easier to push away. Her mind never stilled, near relentless in the horrors that would accost it at any given moment. The most mundane of activities, it seemed, were tinged with depravity. Something as simple as cutting carrots for the stew which made the group’s dinner was twisted within brief flashes of each chop being a finger’s knuckle. The owner of the appendage howling in a pain which she reveled in.
While she peeled the onions, Tavaris could almost imagine it being the same as prying back the skin of a face. An agonizingly simple motion, a quick pull of the ear and one could achieve a clean removal to the other side.
It was almost enough to drown out the prattling of her fellow wizard, who in the few days since they met, decided he was to be the group’s resident cook. There was a twinge in the back of her mind when she thought that. Not the mutilation of a man meant to be her friend, but in the idea that he could be considered an equal to her in any regard.
The magic that Gale played with wasn’t worth killing. It was meant for show - to impress others that were better suited to die. Where Gale made a presentation of a flick of the wrist and bright colorful displays of sparks, she wielded pure, concentrated death in her hands… it wouldn’t have been that hard to rot the wizard’s flesh. Honestly, she should’ve cut his hand off when she had the chance.
None of that was within a line of thinking Tavaris wanted to be anywhere near. She wanted to listen Gale’s stories of Waterdeep and learn how he casted spells like an art show.
It was easier to raise a corpse and have it an answer a string of questions than it was for her to produce a simple flame in the palm of her hand. Even in the fight against the gnolls, she wanted to lunge at them with a dagger instead of sending a bolt of radiant energy towards them from a distance. Why was that? Why was holding the sun within her hand more difficult than a wad of necrosis?
The headache which never fully left her thrummed in time with her heartbeat. A steady rhythm of blood which serenaded her in quiet moments. It was maddening. What had she done before the nautiloid to be cursed with the inability to sit in silence for even a moment? Tavaris took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. If it was that painful to focus within, she would focus out.
The fire dying down, Karlach’s snoring, Shadowheart – or perhaps Wyll tossing in their bedroll, the river flowing away from them, frogs croaking and crickets chirping and the sound of… leaves crunching.
Crunching leaves that were all but muffled within the other sounds of the night. Had she not been actively listening; the footfalls would have gone unnoticed.
The events that happen next came in quick succession, almost as if another being had taken control of her completely. The rustling got ever-so louder; the hairs in the back of her neck stood on end - a signal to a predator that a fool was attempting to make her prey. Tavaris spun around with her hands clutched into fists with her pinky and pointer fingers extended on both hands so that a small ball of necrotic energy crackled between the them.
“Shit.” Astarion was less than a foot from her, eyes wide – almost manic.
“That’s all you have to say?” Tavaris clenched her fist, the green energy growing brighter to the point it numbed the sides of her fingers and top of her knuckles. She stood to her full height in one motion, shoulders square as she stalked towards him until Astarion was backed against a pine tree. He was a full head taller than her but, in the moment, seemed so, so small.
“No no – it’s not what it looks like, I swear!” He pleaded, waving his hands in the space between them, “I wasn’t going to hurt you! I just needed,” He trailed off, eyes flicked to their sleeping companions - the objectively easier targets, “…blood.”
Tavaris hesitated then, fingers twitching, the necrosis she held flickered but did not dissipate. The light from her spell cast the space around them in a pale green glow which melded with the orange of the dying fire a hundred feet away. Both glinted off of pointed teeth. Astarion’s eyes reflecting the light in the same way a cat’s would. Just above the ruffle of the collar secured around his throat was a single puncture. It didn’t take much imagination to picture the second underneath the fabric.
How had she been so stupid?
“How the hells did I not see this.” The question came out as a statement as rage bubbled in the pit of her stomach. It rose through her throat, curling her mouth into a snarl. Tavaris kept her voice low, as much out of anger as a need not to wake the others. “How could I be so blind? Look at you.” She hitched her head towards the fire, “You killed that boar, didn’t you?”
“Tav- Tavaris,” He ignored the question, “It’s not what you think! I’m not some monster!”
Her hands tightened, the sickly green intensifying, making it clear that wasn’t the answer she wanted.
“A-animals! I feed on animals,” The hand waving grew more frantic, it would’ve been cute in any other circumstance, “Boars, deer, kobolds – whatever I can get.”
She tiled her head to the side slowly, “Do I look like a kobold to you?” Blood pounded in her ears, threatening to drown everything else out. How dare he think of comparing her to an animal.
“Of course not my friend… I just- I’m just too slow right now…” Astarion’s hands fell to his sides as he spoke as if he were giving up, or putting on a show of being meek, “If I had a little blood, I could think clearer. Fight better. Please.” He lowered his head and, despite being taller than her, looked up at Tavaris from his lashes.
An ache spread through her skull, starting beneath her eye socket and writhing through her brain. It was the tadpole trying to reach out to its brethren amongst her anger. Had Tavaris had a moment longer to collect herself - to push down the dark urge to twist Astarion’s beautiful flesh until he rotted beneath her hands – she would’ve swatted it away. She was too consumed with not hurting her friend, despite the fact he had just been attempting to attack her, to stop the tadpole from prying into him.
Immediately Tavaris felt hollow, cold – so very cold. She- he… they were curled on the floor. The hardness of the marble slabs digging into their knees. How long had they been commanded to knell there? Hours? Days?
In their hands writhed a rat. It shrieked and squealed in its attempt to escape their grasp. The hold was too firm to allow the luxury of escape. Long nails punctured the animal’s flesh where it fought, causing yellow puss to leak from it. They could feel the magots squirming underneath the scabbed, patchy fur.
A sob escaped them as they bit down. The rancid blood of the rodent flowed through them, sustaining them.
Tavaris pulled away, breaking out of whatever bloodthirst tried to consume her. Without thinking, she shifted the fists of her hands so that they were cuffing the empty space between them in two crescents. The necrotic energy morphed into a lilac sphere before she deftly flicked it towards the campfire.
A bubble formed over the group there, immediately silencing the crackling of the fire and any other sound within. Though she had no memory of casting this spell before, Tavaris knew that it worked both ways, that those entrapped within the sphere of silence could hear nothing outside of it.
She could kill him if she wanted to and no one would know.
The horrid suggestion was pushed away as soon as it came, her anger now focusing on the one who had hurt Astarion before they met. “You were forced too.” Tavaris spoke slowly, any fury was now gone, replaced with a need to understand. “That’s why you didn’t say anything before this.”
“At best, I would sure you’d say no.” He shrugged; eyes glossed over as he tried to push down the trauma she inadvertently forced him to relive. Astarion had his attention on the dome of magic, trying to discern its nature she supposed. His focus returned to her when he spoke again, “More likely, you’d ram a stake through my ribs. I needed you to trust me.” He held her stare, blood red irises not leaving the grey of her own, “You can trust me.”
Tavaris sighed, the tension in her shoulder blades leaving her. Nestled within the memory the tadpole revealed was a deep dread that rivalled the disgust from the experience. He was afraid. She didn’t want to be someone who reveled and that kind of fear anymore. “I do trust you Astarion.”
His eyes widened before relief flooded through his expression, “Thank you.” His next words came out slow, chosen carefully, “Could you… trust me a little further? I only need a taste, I swear."
He had said he needed blood to fight better, but that wasn’t completely true. It was written in the way his posture slumped, how his eye contact was far too forced. He was trying to prove something. To whom she wasn’t sure.
Her whole body felt wrong – corrupted somehow. If Astarion drank it and had no ill effect, maybe the poison within her was solely residing in her mind. There was a chance she could actually fight the dark urges if she knew for certain it was only confined to her thoughts.
“Fine.” Tavaris said, rolling up the sleeve of her shirt past her elbow, “No more than you need.”
“Really?” Astarion gasped before composing himself, “I – of course. Not one drop more.” He nodded as if he was trying to convince himself of that statement while smiling pleasantly. The grin didn't reach his eyes.
“As long as I can stay focused the others won’t notice.” She gestured to the silence spell, “Do keep that in mind.” Tavaris turned her back from him, returning to the spot she sat in earlier before padding the dirt in front of her. “You might as well sit down.”
A nod was all he gave her as he did what was asked. The pupils of Astarion’s eyes were wider than she had seen them before, to an almost unsettling degree.
“If you don’t pull away when I ask you to,” She held her arm out in the space between them, “I’m going to electrocute you. Do you understand that?”
“Oh? Another trick I didn’t know you had,” He smiled coiling as his fingers circled around the small of her wrist and pulled it closer to him, forcing her to lean in somewhat. There was no warmth in the touch, it felt like she had just plunged it into the river beside them, “My dear, you are just full of surprises.”
Tavaris wanted to throw a snarky remark back towards him but the time was not afforded to her. Her wrist was lifted up towards him as he lowered his mouth to meet it with a shuddering breath as Astarion fluttered his eyes closed. Almost as an afterthought, he placed a single kiss over the veins there before his gripped tightened and he bit down.
A small “Oh.” was all that left her.
The rush was indescribable. Tavaris had bleed before, many times that she could not remember. But this? With her blood actively being taken – syphoned… Instinctually she clutched her fist which sent more blood gushing out of her and into his mouth. It spilled at the corners of his lips, trailing down his chin and blotting the white of his shirt where it met his skin. Astarion paid the stain no mind as if e was miles away, his expression almost euphoric.
The breaths he would take through his nose bordered on panting. In the beginning the air that left him was cold, but quickly morphed into a warmth that she understood came from her.
The corners of Tavaris’ eyes blurred as a pit in the bottom of her stomach formed, threatening to drag her into the soil below them. Her head was begging her to let it lull to the side. The rushing of her blood that never left her ears subsided and for the briefest of moments she felt the thing which she desired most - quiet.
“Enough,” She breathed, “Astarion that’s enough.”
“Mhm?” He hummed, not quiet hearing her. There was the briefest hesitation before he retracted his fangs from her wrist with a sickly pop. A string of pink saliva trailed from his mouth down to her skin before separating. “Of course,” He held her wrist still, eyes not leaving the two holes formed in her skin and the impressions of the other teeth around them. “That ah... that was amazing.” An airy laugh left him as his thumb slowly trailed down and circled the punctures, smearing the blood there, “My mind is finally clear. I feel strong. I feel…”
“Happy?” She supplied.
“Happy.” The smile grew, for the first time she saw a tinge of pink over his cheeks and the tips of his ears - her blood, “I’m happy.”
A quiet moment stretched between the two of them, just the water, the distant frogs, and his panting breaking it. The adrenaline began to subside, giving way to a dull ache over her arm as she shuddered in a breath, Tavaris was expecting the thrumming to come back once his lips left her. All that remained was the voice in the back of her head telling her to lunge towards him and slit his throat but reduced to a quiet murmur.
“I didn’t do it so you could fight better.” She said.
“What?” He sounded shocked, as if that was the last thing he was expecting her to say.
“You said you needed blood to fight better. That is not why I offered you my hand.” She looked up to him then, staring at the way her blood was already beginning to crust over his jugular, how it bloomed in the fabric of his shirt and stained his teeth. There didn’t seem to be any ill side effects, quite the opposite really. It didn’t burn his skin or rot his clothing. It was just blood.
“Are you… alright?” Astarion made a motion as if he were going to lift his hand towards her before, stopping almost if he thought better of it.
“I’m fine.” Tavaris swallowed, “I just feel a little woozy.”
“It’ll pass.” He said as he leaned backwards, using the palms of his hands for support as he looked up towards the stars, “Just be glad I’m not a true vampire. A bite from them and you might wake up as a spawn, like my good self. All of a vampire’s hunger, but few of their powers.” Sadness twinged in his voice. "I would hate for you to be a spawn of any kind darling."
Tavaris flicked her unbitten wrist, lifting the blood from the fibers of his shirt and skin, evaporating it in the space between them with a simple bit of prestidigitation. Though it did nothing for the blood that stained his teeth and gums. She let the remainder of the blood on her stay for a reason she couldn't quite place.
“Is that how you can stay in the sun?” She asked before he could comment on the spell, “Because you’re not a true vampire?”
“Ohh no,” Astarion let out that sad laugh, “I should be cinders in the light. I hadn’t seen the sun for two hundred years three morinings ago.”
“And the first thing you did was try to attack me?” She tilted her head to the side, an objectively bad move as what remained of her blood rushed to her forehead.
“No, the first thing I did was try to scurry to a shadow. Then I attempted to…strike up a conversation with you.” His smiled at that like it was a playful memory, “Someone - or something - wants me alive.”
She pressed her hand to her temple, “The rules have changed for you then?”
“I suppose that goes for you as well.” He gestured to Tavaris, “Though it’s not as severe with drow, your kind isn’t meant for the sun either you know. But, standing in the sun…” Astarion took his eyes from the sky and looked to The Chionthar, “Wading through a river, wandering into homes without an invitation - they’re all perfectly mundane activities now.”
Tavaris rolled her sleeve back down, the dried blood on her skin flaking as she did so, “Do you think it’s the parasite’s doing?”
He shrugged, “That’s my theory, but who knows?” Physically he was present in the conversation but his eyes, a more vibrant red now, were trailing over every nook and cranny of the forest beyond the river. What she had given wasn’t enough for the hunger inside him.
“If I can help in anyway, within reason, just ask. We’re in this together.” The silence spell was beginning to waver, the energy signaling its dissipation crackling at the base of her skull.
“Oh Tavy, you’re such a sweetheart.” He still wasn’t looking at her.
“We’re literally in this together, my blood is inside of you.” That brought his focus back to her. “How are we going to go about feeding you in the future? I highly doubt Shadowheart will be as understanding with this little revelation. Especially if she, or any of the others, find out the same way I have.”
“They would turn up with torches and pitchforks no doubt. Come first light, we’ll all have a little chat about it.” Astarion locked eyes with her for a moment before going back to the tree line. “No innocence,” He said quietly, more to himself than to her, “You have my word Tavaris.”
It was her turn to sigh, “I see no harm in the ones that we’re going to kill anyway, they’ll be just as dead a few minutes later.”
“Exactly! After all, you know what I am now.” He smiled, more genuine this time, “I’ll fight with all my weapons – teeth included.”
Astorian seemed the most relaxed since they had met in that moment, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. This could have gone so very differently had she listened to the desire to kill him. She’d be hiding his corpse right now, but instead, he sat beside her leaning back leisurely and looking up the way the moon reflected over the water in awe. Now that she understood that he was by all accounts dead, the act of giving him her blood made him feel… alive and she had done that. For the first time perhaps ever, her blood had been used to help someone.
“You might as well bring whatever you kill back to camp too." She was partially joking and hoped the mirth in her tone translated that, "It saves a step in the cooking process."
“Ha, of course. Now,” He stood like a dancer entering a stage with all the grace that she was currently unable to muster, “If you’ll excuse me, you’re invigorating, but I need something more… filling.” Astarion took a few steps towards the tree line before looking back to Tavaris over his shoulder, “This is a gift you know.” He said simply, “I won’t forget it.”
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granblue-advisor · 3 months
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Game Tips: Character Awakening Choices
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Fina asked us this today when setting up an EX+ team for the upcoming Fire Guild War, and, thinking about it, it isn't necessarily intuitive:
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When Awakening a character, you get to pick from four different types of Awakenings to apply. All characters start in Balanced, and can be changed to the other three types by consuming a corresponding Awakening Orb.
Important: Awakening Orbs are a limited resource. If you don't feel the need to change awakening, it's best not to spend them just for the sake of doing so. Standard is generally okay, and switching is usually something you do based on need to optimize further.
With that said, let's have a look at our options:
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Attack
As the name implies, Attack maximizes the character's... Attack. In practice, what this actually means is somewhat nebulous - this means the Raw Damage value. If you haven't read it yet, please check out my breakdown on Damage vs Damage Cap to understand what this mens.
C.A. DMG is also modified, but not C.A. DMG Cap, and since this type already increases raw damage so much, the C.A. DMG upgrades are mostly inconsequential. Attack Awakening also loses out on the HP and MA buffs from Standard.
When to take Attack?
Attack is best taken to reach a high damage cap you otherwise can't hit. This is mostly relevant for characters with Assassin modifiers, as without this extra juice, it can be tough to bring out their full potential.
As Attack provides no Damage Cap benefits, if you're already capping, this may result in you just throwing away your HP and MA benefits from Standard for no reason, so use with caution.
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Defense
Fortunately, Defense is a lot more straightforward. It increases your Defense and HP, at the cost of losing out on most of the offensive buffing Standard provides.
That's about it. There really isn't much else to say.
When to take Defense?
Defense is the least general of the three types. Remember the common adage of "The best Defense is a good Offense" - as in, if you kill the boss faster, the boss has fewer chances to hurt you.
High difficulty fights however, do tend to drag on beyond the point you can just out damage the enemy, and in those situations, Defense may be a good choice.
Ultimately, Defense Awakening lowers your damage output, so you should only consider it if it turns out not having it causes you to die. This is a reactive measure, and I do not recommend applying defense proactively, even to a unit meant to play a tank role.
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Multiattack
Lastly, Multiattack, or MA for short. MA is a really deceptive name when you actually look at what it does.
Keen eyed readers may have noticed the header for this post is Zeta (Water) in Multiattack awakening. This would initialy appear like a terrible choice, as Zeta always Triple Attacks. Why is this?
Weii, the main reason Multiattack is used is not the MA buffs, but the Level 9 buff - N.A. DMG Amplify +5%. If you're not well versed in GBF Lingo, Amplify is the same type of effect Seraphic weapons, and Arcarum summons provide.
Multiattack also has the same amount of ATK in it as Standard does, only losing out on the HP, and as we've already determined, HP isn't as important as it may seem.
Amplify buffs are applied after the damage cap. If you were capping with Standard, you'll also be capping with Multiattack, with the difference being your normal attacks now deal 5% more damage.
When to take Multiattack?
All of this combined means MA Awakening is a primo option for any character whose damage is mostly normal attacks. 5% might seem like a small increase, but it can often be a make or break amount in some setups that have a damage objective in mind.
Multiattack is most valuable when you have a damage target and any going under can be a significant hassle. Think, for example, Guild War EX+ where the difference between 23.9m damage and 24m damage is a failed kill.
Multiattack below level 9 is also almost entirely useless, so this option is worth discarding if you're yet to progress through the Main Story to the point it's unlocked.
And if it wasn't clear Multiattack is pretty good at the high end, here's proof it's the one I use the most:
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apersonwholikeslotus · 5 months
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4 and 11 for the salty asks please? Also just noticed your header and I love it lol
thanks! I changed it to that bc of a joke me and @/rosethreeart have about Molossia being the way he is bc when he was little his favorite sesame street character was oscar the grouch xD
4. Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?
UsUk I have it tagged and content filtered It's so bad. I can't stand it. I'm not sure if they're popular anymore? Like I know i've see stuff that says everyone used to ship them but I can't recall any legit usuk shippers I know now-
11. is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn't? why?
ngl I can't think of any unpopular characters like reputation wise? I'm pretty sure every guy in the hetalia fandom has a group of ppl that like him. if i may switch fandoms your honor I like Octavius and that'll get you killed in the PJO/HoO fandom
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