#she's addicted to sugar lol

[thatshadyperson]

The first time I got to drink a full energy drink was when I was 10 years old

#★—v talks #it was the original monster i think i'm not 100% sure tho #we were on a trip to a cabin for a week and i begged my mom to let me try it so she said fine #probably regrets saying yes now #bc she created an energy drink obsessed monster #in my defense tho she was obsessed w the orange whipped rockstar when it came out til it was discontinued #she admitted she was addicted to them and was so sad when she found out it was discontinued #she would drink one a day like goddamn #even i don't do that #i also started drinking coffee when i was like 7 but i hated the taste so i'd get a shit ton of sugar and cream added to it #i was a fucking caffeine gremlin #i was only allowed to have the caffeine bc i was forced to wake up at 4am so my mom could drop me off at my grandmothers #she used to stop by this small coffee stand every morning and get a snickerdoodle coffee and it was fucking sugary and i loved it sm #she would get me the one w/o caffeine though :( #but my grandmother would scold my mom for letting me drink it lol #and then years later that same grandmother became addicted to orangesicle reigns #at least i think that was what they were called #she got my brother addicted to them though :/ #my whole family is just full of caffeine addicted goblins tbh #my step dad my mother my grandmother my brother me my ex step siblings my uncle and even my cousin #although my cousin only gets a sip or two bc she's only 9

[ghostsy]

Addiction

yandere ! SUKUNA x READER

WARNINGS: yandere, substance abuse, dub/noncon

A/N: honestly just needed to rid myself of the writer’s block lol, hope it’s alright ^^

read at your own discretion.

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Thinking about dirtbag drug dealer Sukuna corrupting some uptight good girl, spiraling into the most toxic codependent bullshit, and becoming addicted to her.

He doesn’t think much of it at first, some pretty little overachiever come looking for a little leg up on the competition. He’s seen it all before. Just for one test, she’ll tell him. And he barks out a laugh, right in her face, shameless as he looks her up and down, smoke curling out from under his cheshire grin.

“Sure thing, sweetheart. Just this once.”

The simpering look on his face will tell her he’s mocking her, but he knows her type; she’ll still take what he gives her. Sliding the adderall into perfectly manicured fingers, he’ll wave her off without so much as a second glance. He only laces a little insurance in with those pills because he could use the extra clientele, and not because something in those bright innocent eyes makes his chest and cock itch. 

She’ll come back; he knows she will. Tail between her legs, and hands just a bit too jittery when she begs for a little something more. Embarrassed as the words stumble out, shifting eyes darting anywhere but that condescending crimson. 

It all kind of spirals after that.

Once a month turns to once a week, and then it's barely a day or two goes by before she comes crawling back for another fix. The first time her pockets come up empty, he’s oh so kind enough to offer an alternative form of payment. She’s a bit hesitant, but that nervous, sunken eye look that’s come to live on her face, so pathetically sexy, is easily convinced.

He’ll shove her over the ratty old couch in his flat with a giddy amount of force, and bury himself between her thighs, fingers prying her pretty jaw open, letting the drool drip from her lips to her chin as he slips a tab on her glossy tongue. 

“Fuck yeah, open your mouth–open that fucking mouth–pussy gets tighter with a little X.”

It becomes a sort of animalistic routine, where the pitiful thing lets him use her and abuse her like a grade-A sex toy, any and every hole open and eager to take him. He’s almost embarrassed for her, how quickly she abandoned dignity for a moment of bliss. 

Though, he supposes, he gives her more than a moment. And it’s convenient for him, he thinks. A tight pussy and perky ass wrapped around his fingers; it’s easy, there whenever he wants to fuck. And that’s all it is. That’s all she is. Holes to fuck. 

“Want another hit, sugar?”

He’ll try to convince himself it’s just an easy way to test new product when he lets her have more than she’d earned. But he finds that he likes the far away glassy glaze in her eyes when she slips away to somewhere hazy, all cloudy and cottony. A taste of heaven that only he can give her.

And she gets a little giggly, a cutesy tilt in her empty head as she lays herself over him, shotgunning the smoke from his lips. Where when the two of them drift off together to nirvana on the couch, he ignores the warm, content feeling of waking up to her snugly wrapped around him.

And really, it’s her own fault the illusion shatters.

Dipped her feet in too far, and fell face first into the deep end when she’s sat on his lap in the back corner of his favorite seedy bar only half listening to one of his under-the-counter meetings, and finds herself lured in by the flash of a little white bag in the hands of a passing stranger. 

It couldn’t have been more than five minutes of distraction, of finalizing his business dealings when he notices she’s wandered off and broken his one rule not to leave his fucking sight. And it takes him all of two minutes to spot her halfway across the room, bent over a table snorting a goddamn line.

And he can’t focus on how fucking sexy it is that she sniffs it down without so much as blinking. He can’t focus on that because there’s some ugly freak leering over her, arm wrapped around her waist, and eyes shamelessly wandering her body up and down like he fucking owned her. Like the nameless fucking loser owned something that belonged to him.

He doesn’t really remember what happened after that when he’s standing over the bloodied corpse of the lowlife creep in the dimly lit back alley, except for the fact that sticky red was staining his fists and face and her tears were really starting to piss him off. 

“You spread your dirty fucking legs for any dude who's got a line?” 

He mocks her when he’s got her shoved against the wall bent and spread, face scratching against the stone, fucking into her with a force hard enough to make her bleed. There’s a twinge of satisfaction that she’s crying, voice wet and pathetic and submissive when she begs his forgiveness, prays for mercy. The hair that’s not caught in his fist sticks to her cheeks and neck, and he feels the sudden urge to bite.

“Keep screamin’, sugar. Maybe that dead pig’ll come and save you from the big bad wolf, huh?”

He delivers a sharp slap to her ass, and hauls her back by her hair, other hand palming and squeezing just a bit too harshly at her breasts. And she squeals, something sort of squirrel-like but adorable nonetheless. Something just for him. 

And when all is said and done, with his mark, his claim, leaking out of her and onto the cold pavement, mixing with the pooling blood of a stranger, he leans in real close. He twists her around to face him, and he can see the hollow, vacant look in her eyes. Empty. Empty because she’s nothing. Nothing unless he says otherwise. 

And with a sadistically giddy laugh, and his hot breath raising the hairs on her neck, he’ll seal one final warning with a searing kiss.

“You’re my bitch, my whore, forget it again, and see what happens.”

#yandere sukuna #yandere jjk #yandere sukuna x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines

[daze4all]

From the 7 Days of Sugar Daddy Series: Blade’s Extension with Smut

Thursday – Blade- Sex to Soothe the Mara & Memories

Synopsis: Smut, Fluff. & Bit Angst Cuz This Blade –  Angry sex with Blade and Playing with Blade’s Hair , SFW & NSFW Parts. Nurse play? Hair pettings, Oral, riding, some bondage, emotional sex, hate sex, marastruck blade, yandere blade, sugar daddy blad, implied prostitution.

SFW: Introduction: Job to Soothe the Mara introduced by Kafka

Side Note Imagine: if Reader thought she was caretaking a cat not a guy cuz Grumpy cat Blade lol

The idea wasn’t his. A gorgeous lady with a spider and like spider she weaved you into the web to capture a flower and delivered you to the beast called blade. “Help me help take the edge off and distract him for bit will you dear?” She directed in a sweet tone. Sticky sweet and dangerous as honeyed poison. This was one customer perhaps you shouldn’t have accepted, but the web was to addicting to get free.

Once he had a taste, he’d hunt you down you were sure of it if you ever stopped. It was hard enough keeping him form consuming you whole.

There was no doubt what Blade wanted. You did help clean up the base from time to time as housekeeper. However, the role was simple to help Blade burn off some steam. Rough and possessive the most dangerous customer by far.

 But his treatment also reminded you of your place your duty and you did get some pleasure and satisfaction from the directness of doing your job it was clear cut simple. And always lead to them wanting the same thing: sex

SFW: Reader Introduction by Kafka to Blade

Blade was resistant at first “What the hell is this” seeing you all dolled up. A bright flower in his bedroom weak fragile and sure to break if he touched it.

“A present, Blade. So you stop hurting yourself during missions and practice. Instead take out your steam and occupy yourself with pleasurable activates, have fun~ “ Kafka cooed as she pushed you into Blade’s room and locked the door to trap you both.

“What the shall I show you? You teased at first snapping into work mode. He was raterh acctrative in dark dangeoru way.

Don’t touch me” he snapped obctough nut to crack. Most of the time you dealt with good guy ones who didn’t know your other services but sometimes a bad boy was what you needed to tease and be teased who knew this was game or transaction of sorts. Although this was unique situation being hired by someone else to loosen a guy up….

“hmm? well anything else I can do? I and cook and clean” You offered and hummed tilting head back analyzing him wondering how to manage this grumpy cat to get the job done.

And so, a deal was struck and that’s what you did while at the station until he started to become more comfortable with you enough that he came to his room injured when cleaning up.

---NSFW: Smut Starts  Playing Nurse & Patching up Blade x Reader---

“Oh god your hurt” you gasped noticing red bleeding through his bandages. You sat next to him on the bed and crossing your legs letting your bottoms ride up.

Don’t worry its healed Blade answered gruffly pulling away.

“Still, it must hurt. Where are your medical supplies?” You asked already digging through his stuff for bandages to wind around his wound softly gasp at scars littering his body.

You were kind, caring, innocent and so unknowing. Blade seethed the mara in him rising wanting to ruin that purity. (and stop you going through his stuff)

Your careful ministrations heating up his senses.

“How foolish” he rasped as he reached for your hand interrupting you rolling the bandage roll as it falls unraveling on the ground.

“Fine you want to do this? Strip” Blade says gruffly pulling at your clothes

----Smut  with Blade---

Quickly tables are turned. You situated between his legs on the ground licking at his length.

“Ah you whore” he mocks as you lapped his length.   His hand threaded through your hair tugging, holding hard.

As you swallowed him so his hum of pleasure led to his hitched breath restraining a moan.

Defiance rose in you as you met his challenge face on. While he was aroused you eased him down with hand to his chest and seated yourself on his hard on. Unbalanced he him fell back on the bed slightly against the headboard as you pushed the initiative “I am good at what I do”

Blade tightened his grip in warning ground down on his hard on a but also pressing you close like he cannot bear you to be away.

Despite his harsh words his actions rang true.  Blade wanted you with his dark hooded eyes intently fixed on you swaying form riding him.

 “Wet as fuck” he swore melting into your folds in between moans. Swearing to cover up any sounds.

 “Whore” he called you squeezing you holding you up by your legs thrusting upward into your warmth. He fucked you resentfully as if you were someone he hated.

“But right now, I’m here making you feel so good” you coo mockingly and as reminder to snap him back to the present moment.

“Shut up” Blade grasps your hands and holds your arms above you head on the bed’s headboard. Blades blunt tip catching your wet hole fucking his frustration and his madness into you.

“That’s right…punishment for such a slut”

“Ahh!” you moaned breathless at the speed and stamina. Blade’s stamina was scary almost like he didn’t sleep.

Bit Sad emotional & Rough sex here-

“Damned fool”

Blade mumbled darkly into your shoulder onto to be tossed on you back speared doggy style his mouth and teeth scraping, sucking, and biting tearing at your shoulder to leave a mark.’

“Cheater “

“Blade?”  Unsure he was addressing you did he know?

Blade growled. Lost deep in his madness and musings you permitted it though you hated it. A mark from one meant many more to come as men were so possessive.  

Hair intermingled and overlapped forming a curtain cutting him off from eyesight intensifying the feeling with one sense cut off.

“Don’t you dare leave “Eyes aglow burning with hate not directed at you. Perhaps himself or an unknown enemy.

bright flame eyes blazing.

“I’m here right now “ you soothe stroking his head a gentle touch to contrast to his rough treatment of you.

His eye dimming hazy before reigniting with a light only push you harder.

Only to flicker back intently focused on your form.

 “Liar “ his angry growl hit deep as did his hips burying into your gummy walls.

“ah more” you plead. As his attention snapped back to you. Blade burying and bullying into  your warmth.

“Stay” he ordered yes dark.

“ For the night and day” you cooed vindictively if he thought of others you could have them too. This riled up his competitiveness shifting his focus back to you in fury.

“Fuck so tight” Blade’x tone visceral as he swore as he rocked into you.

Mph there you gasped as he hit the right spot and he obliged pistoning his hips.

“Then let’s make the most of it” he growled annoyed by your answer but focused back on you.

“Fuck them, Your mine” Blade growls over and over as he ruts into you.  A man of few but intense words. Blade voice a hoarse cry in his release with yours quick to follow.

Yandere!Blade smothering and burning you whole and inside out with his fierce raging emotions and roughness. Until the blaze fizzled out into ember exhausted in the sheets

After Care: Yandere Blade: Patching Up Bruises & Bitemarks with Blade

During aftercare, his touches sometimes fade softer, lingering, and clingy rather than hard and grasping. Once Blade grunted out a soft “Sorry” as he patched up your bruises. Eyes like candle steady but flickering in and out of clarity but always so intense.

His face furrowed with concentration as he patched you up. Admiring and yet remorseful. Disgusted yet proud of the marks his lovemaking made.

“Those who keep you from me, I can cut them down” threatened Blade his hand lingering before settling on your thigh a gentle pressure that tightened with his threat. A sweet gesture to protect you he thought. The closest he would come to kind.

The pressure on you bruised of your thigh a physical reminder as insidious and brutal as his love. Careless and all consuming, maa struck with madness to taking until none was left if you didn’t control, the situation.

“There is no need, this is my choice, my life” you were quick to assure him plus no matter however strong he was. Blade was a fugitive, and you were the lover of multiple powerful men. None who were willing to give you up…

Enough that they were willing to share.

You were playing dangerous game and wondered when they would snap. You always suspected; Blade might be the first…

AfterCare: Blade Stay & Sleep Together

“I thought we were done.”  you questioned gently easing out of his tight hold of your wrists to leave the bed.  

“Come. Back “ Blade orders solemn and soft on the bed looking like forlorn puppy.

“I will, if that’s what you want” you paused surprised as you thought he would want you gone once the deed was done.

“Stay “ Blade ordered” gruffly.  To your surprise he wrapped in his arms around you like his blade and dragged you back into the bed from behind. You froze unsure what to do next, but he just held onto you like one of the broken blade he held onto fervently.

“Just…sleep” He stated having noticed your exhaustion. So strong and yet so broken…you weren’t sure if it hurt or helped to be with him and vice versa, to see him like this. But better to not be alone.

“Okay.”  You relaxed in his arms to stay the night and cuddle. A bit surprised thinking it was round two maybe.

You returned the embrace to which he stiffened before relaxing. You held each other quietly both exhausted but comforted by each other’s presence on the bed until you both dropped off into sleep.

Extra: Soothing to Sleep, Playing with Hair ,& Musing on The Past

Soft Sad Fluff & Angst Context optional for Renfeng fans~ kinda NTR past relationship alluded idk?

After you both had fallen asleep, once you had woken up to find him still asleep.  Often it was him waking you up with night terrors or to go back to the deed to distract him from his dark thoughts.

Blades eyelashes long dark soft breath in sleep. You push back a strand of his hair that was fallen. A silky strand of navy blue fading to blood red. Being Mara struck you wondered how much he remembers.

 If he had seen, you in the past present future or another time or place… At this thought you clenched a strand bit tighter before dropping it and smoothing it back in place

You froze as Blade shifted in his sleep and furrowing his brow in nightmare as if he might wake up.

You stroked Blade’s head to soothe him back to sleep and luckily he settled with snore and grumble “pay…fool”

You mulled over the swears spoken in the height of passion. More than dirty talk. More than just you…the cheater …the liar ….the damned fool.

The way he had of saying it.

His clouded eyes if seeing someone else before fucking you back to reality with ferocity.

A blaze of clarity and guilty gentle aftercare treatment of patching up any bruise or bites afterwards with practiced hands.

The hate fucking, Blade directed at you for release. It made you wonder sometimes if he was talking about someone else when fucking you.

 It was hard you thought to be battling a ghost and be treated as a substitute when it should be focused on solely on you…It hurt your pride. But also made you curious did he remember?

A strange pattern from your most dangerous client. When you were with him you thought sadly. The most trouble by far but you shook it off as you only there to distract him, soothe his mara, and make him feel pleasure.

However, your hand still lingered stroking Blade’s head as if to soothe the sadness and mara in sleep.

  Sex to Soothe the Mara & Memories (Somehow I did it folks after angsty hot hate sex I made Blade a cold, soft and sad boi.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail imagines #honkai star rail x reader #hsr blade #male yandere x reader #yandere imagines #game smut #smut writing #blade smut #anime smut #hsr yingxing #yingxing x reader #yingxing x dan feng #dan feng #renfeng #female reader #reader insert #blade x reader #yandere male #male yandere #yandere honkai star rail #soft yandere #yandere #yandere blade #7 days a week hsr sugar daddies

[jooniperbonsai]

My Bloody Valentine (jjk)

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x human reader (afab)

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 13.9k

Release date: Thurs. February 15, 2024

Genre: smut, fluff, humor, hella angst

Summary: You don't understand why your vampire boyfriend is so caught up in the idea of a silly holiday, until you realize it's about more than just candy hearts.

Warnings: Blood (duh), swearing, blood drinking, lots of angst, allusion to jungkook being bisexual, alcohol, brief description that sounds similar to disordered eating, jungkook is clingy and kind of a brat, so is reader tbh, accusations/assumptions of cheating, both are conflict avoidant which makes things worse, discussions of death and infertility, references to opiate addiction, medical theft, uh y/n kind of non-consensually feeds jungkook her blood, oral sex (m/f), masturbation (m/f), fingering, temperature play, unprotected rough sex, clit spanking, biting kink (!!!! just be warned lol), choking, dirty talk, mention of menstrual sex/oral kink, mention of somnophilia, creampie

a/n: Hi! Happy (late) Valentine’s Day! Thank you all for your enthusiastic support for this fic. I hope it exceeds your expectations (as it exceeded mine). I have some extra thoughts that I’ll leave at the end of this fic to avoid spoilers, but I hope you enjoy my little y/n and vampire Jungkook couple as much as I do. I would like to thank p for talking this universe through with me until it made sense.

“All I’m saying is that Halloween hardly feels like a holiday about vampires!”

“As opposed to what? Christmas?”

You’ve been standing in your kitchen arguing with your boyfriend for so long that the once-scalding cup of coffee in your favorite mug is now cold. Jungkook is sitting on the bar stool against the counter, his white shirt rolled up his forearms to reveal a similar pale shade underneath. You can see the corded tendons of his arms flex as he wrings his hands together in frustration. 

When you woke up this morning, it was not from a lazy well-slept haze you were expecting to have. Instead, you had awoken to a crash coming from the kitchen, sending your heart jolting as you tried to make sense of the world and the source of the noise. 

Buttercup, your cat and usual suspect for mischief, mewled angrily from her perch as she, too, eyed the wrongfully accused sleep disruptor. As she arched her back in one long, tail-shaking stretch, she glared at you and then twirled herself around to face the wall before settling back into her bed with a final huff. 

If it wasn’t Buttercup, then it could only be one other creature. 

You’d padded your way down the hall to the kitchen, only to see Jungkook already dressed and swearing to himself as he gathered the shattered pieces of a glass measuring cup and what looked like orange juice into a pile with a wet dish rag. 

“Don’t come any closer!” he shrieked, and before you could even open your mouth to assure him you’d be fine, he'd already swooped you into the living room and onto the couch. “Don’t move!” he ordered and because you heard the sharp warning creeping into his tone, you obeyed. 

An hour and a half later, the kitchen is a mess from what you now understand to be Jungkook’s attempt at cooking you breakfast for Valentine’s Day, a holiday that you both agreed you wouldn’t celebrate.

You take a sip of your coffee, trying not to wince at how it still somehow tastes burnt through the too-sweet pink sugar cookie creamer he’d doused it with when he insisted on making you a cup. 

“No, of course not. Y/N! But don’t you think Valentine’s Day should be more about vampires?” 

You snort, and the residual coffee on your tongue shoots to the back of your throat, sending you into a coughing fit. 

“What?” You say when you finally regain composure. You set down the mug and glance around for a single cup in your kitchen that hasn’t been dirtied in this process of making…well…you’re not sure what. There’s some burnt edges of something in the sink, but a weird goo glazing various bowls that somewhat resembles pancakes. However, a bright green lump of…maybe spinach?...rests in those as well, so you’re not entirely confident where he was going with this execution. 

Jungkook isn’t usually this oblivious to human tendencies, mostly because it wasn’t so long ago that he himself was a human. In the year you’ve been together, you’ve learned all about Jungkook’s swift descent into vampirism. Unlike many of his kind, he’s a fledgling. He was turned a handful of years ago and doesn’t exist in the ancient, strange accents and customs form of vampire some know. Nor is he a sleepless, sparkly teenager with superhuman speed. Yes, he has fangs, is paler than the normal person, and he will not (you think) age. But as someone who has maintained his twenty-something appearance, this currently presents as a non-issue because, if still alive, he would still be a twenty-something. 

And unlike the stereotypes of his kind, Jungkook is not in a decades-long bloodlust. Lust, perhaps, but it’s unknown if that’s because of his vampirism or because he’s a horny man. The one who changed Jungkook did so in a dark night club in Paris between searing hot kisses, where he slid his fangs along Jungkook’s throat while rutting against him on the dance floor. Jungkook, in that drunk and sex-induced haze, never suspected that the slight sharpness tracing along his jugular, sending a delicious chill down his spine, would result in him waking up three days later in a hotel in Vienna with nothing more than a vague note of warning and a few plastic bags of blood chilling in the mini fridge. 

While he doesn’t consume much now beyond A or O positive, Jungkok often cooks you meals so you’re not as tired when you get home from work. It’s sweet, but you know that he does it for himself, for the reminder of his humanity and, as he once admitted himself, for the fact that more energy saved from you not cooking means more energy for him to fuck out of you seven days a week. 

“I’m going to need you to explain your reasoning behind that logic,” you say, and finally locate a clean cup to fill with water. 

Jungkook grunts, and when you glance over at him, you can see he's pouting, his dual lip rings pulled under one of his fangs. 

“Well,” he says, tense, “I just thought…with all this stuff, Valentine’s Day should be more about, you know, vampires? Blood? Red? Hearts?”

“Baby,” you laugh, and fish around on the cluttered countertop for something to eat until you spot a bowl of strawberries tucked behind a jar of kimchi. Your stomach growls. “Valentine’s Day uses the heart motif because of love. You know that. You weren’t born yesterday.” 

He rolls his eyes in annoyance and you furrow your brow before popping the sweet fruit into your mouth. What is going on with him today? 

“Yes, I know I wasn’t born yesterday! Thank you for the reminder! But I’m saying that Halloween is this holiday that makes vampires into these beasts who suck and drain all the blood from bodies or sleep in coffins! Beware the dark corners of the world or else they’ll get you! But Valentine’s Day, what even is this about? A fat naked baby who spears you with an arrow and suddenly you’re in love with someone? Sounds way more monstrous to me! And people embrace this guy? People want him to stab them so they can be all fluttery in love and get all these nice things. But I have to be seen as this awful monster all the time? It’s just not fair!” he shouts, and swipes his hand across the counter. 

You gasp as you watch an empty plastic container clatter to the ground before he brings his hands up to cover his face. 

Jungkook isn’t one for temper tantrums. While he does have a tendency to be more sensitive, throwing things, even empty containers, is very out of the norm for him. You remember early on in your relationship, he once used a little too much of his supernatural strength to hit you with a pillow when you were both goofing off, which resulted in you being smacked right off the bed with the wind knocked out of you. 

You spent the rest of the day posted up on the couch under his orders, while he waited on you hand-and-foot despite the fact that once you recovered (mostly from laughter), you were perfectly fine. It led to an eventual discussion about how you weren’t so breakable, where you proved your point by showing him just how flexible you were. 

Which is why now, as Jungkook huffs all over the place, you know something is seriously wrong. 

You move away from the strawberries and walk around the kitchen island to Jungkook, gently pulling his hands down.

“Hey,” you whisper, looking up at him. His hair has fallen into his face, disheveled from all his fussing in the kitchen and the many times this morning you’ve seen him running his fingers through it. 

Jungkook yanks his hand away and stands, pushing away from the counter before stomping into the living room and pacing angrily. You follow him.

“Hey,” you try again, firmer. “You gonna tell me what is going on? Because normally you don’t leave a giant mess of whatever that is going on in the kitchen before you walk away from it, and you especially don’t walk away from me when I’m trying to talk to you.” Your jaw sets and you stand in the doorway, crossing your arms as you watch him pace. 

He responds with a sarcastic laugh. “Yeah, well that’s a start. Can’t even fucking cook my girlfriend a meal on this stupid holiday.”

This is exactly why you told Jungkook you don’t want to celebrate Valentine’s Day this year. All week long he’s been making snarky comments about it, from rants about the greeting card company’s agenda to explaining how it’s become over-the-top and overrated to now, as of this morning, promoting vampires as the superior holiday mascot to Cupid.

Truthfully, you’ve always liked this holiday. When all the post-holiday sales were running months ago, you’d noticed a deal on the record player Jungkook had been eying for months but would never let himself have. His last one had started to break right after you two started dating, but he was always a good sport about it, cracking jokes about how the old-timey canned sound it produced didn’t play Eminem, but “Eminesquire the Third”. Prompted by the desperate need to replace the tinny echoes that haunted your apartment, you didn’t hesitate to snag this gift for him and immediately wrapped it before shoving it under your bed to give to him today. 

Well, that was until all this started a little over a week ago. Up until that point, he’d seemed fine, never mentioning an opinion on Valentine’s Day. Then one morning you woke up and saw him complaining about how since he turned he would never be able to eat chocolate again. Which was incredibly dramatic, because Jungkook can eat if he wants to, but he chooses not to since it doesn’t do anything for him anymore. 

Every mention of the holiday since, from the ads popping up on his phone to the colorful heart shaped decorations in store fronts, has made him irate and hostile. 

“Listen, I don’t know what’s going on, but I didn’t ask you to make me breakfast,” you huff, now offset by his bad mood. “Like, I know that I told you last week we didn’t have to do any of this. So I’m not sure why now you’re trying to make some grand gesture of breakfast or stomping around arguing with me about the politics of vampires being a traditional mascot for Halloween instead of Valentine’s Day or how dumb you think this holiday is.” 

His nostrils flare. “Well excuse me for trying to be a good boyfriend and do something nice for you!” 

“What?” Heat flashes through your entire body as you feel the thin hold you have on your anger slip. “Oh, I see. So this is all about me is it? This is my fault? Tell me, when I go in there and clean up your mess of all my food you wasted by doing this nice thing I didn’t ask for, is that also for me as a treat? Or is that going to be leftover in the fridge for me to clean later?” 

Jungkook’s eyes narrow as you match his anger. He opens his mouth to speak, but you raise your eyebrow, daring him to try. 

“Ah ah,” you warn, your voice laced with venom. “I’m not fucking done speaking.”

He slides his tongue over his teeth instead before sucking in his lips. 

“So, after I noticed it hurt you and said we didn’t have to do it, after I promised you I didn’t mind if we skipped the theatrics of this holiday, you what? Took it out on me? How the hell is this being a good boyfriend, Jungkook? How is you shutting me out for the last week, pouting and being an absolute brat doing me any favors? Showing you love me?”

You begin to feel the fury recede into something worse: pain. It settles over the heat, moving back down into your throat with a sharp lump. 

“You wanna talk about shutting someone out, Y/N? Really?” Jungkook roars, halting his anxious movement. “That’s rich considering the secrets you’re keeping!”

Your brain buzzes with confusion and anger. You rewind the conversation, trying to form connections that would lead to this accusation. 

“Are you serious? Wh-Do you think I’m cheating or s-something? Jungkook who the fuck do you think–” Your voice cracks, and you heft a heavy sob from your chest. 

Never in your relationship have you two ever suspected the other of cheating. You’ve always been so certain of each other, that you two would never stray, that your connection and the very nature of your relationship demonstrated a type of bond that didn’t present anyone else as an option simply because you never wanted anyone else. 

But given how things have been going, how Jungkook has been hiding things from you, you are starting to wonder if that’s not the case, if him pulling away isn’t to try to protect himself from getting hurt. 

You’ve also tried not to notice how this month, when you counted the inventory of the blood bags stashed in the back of the freezer, it wasn’t nearly as empty as it usually was. You considered that maybe Jungkook just wasn’t thirsty, that maybe some of the bags you’d snagged from work, one of them being plasma, were satiating his hunger more than usual. With how Jungkook is looking at you now, eyes wide with the shock of your address, you can see you were wrong, the faint circles of thirst tugging under his eyelids. 

You pull your shirt sleeve up to wipe your dripping nose, only to see it’s stained blue from some mysterious breakfast ingredient. 

“I’m not saying you’re cheating, Y/N! God why would you think that! Fuck, no, this.” He produces a folded up envelope from his back pocket and shoves it toward you. 

You sniffle and take the envelope, noticing it’s addressed to you. From your work. 

Your stomach sinks. You know exactly what that is. “You know what? I’m going to take a shower,” you mumble, and you see in your periphery Jungkook’s head snap toward you. 

“What?” he says exasperated. “Now? We–”.

You nod, choosing not to look at him now as you cut down the hall and shut the bathroom door firmly behind you.

You and Jungkook met, ironically, at a blood drive. 

You were both volunteering to hand out snacks and mini water bottles to donors at the drive. This was a few months before Jungkook had gone on his Eurotrip, a few months before he would never again be able to volunteer with clinics to help patients. 

While you’d met back then, and certainly had some chemistry that resulted in one really sexy car makeout ending with his hand down your scrub pants and you panting into his neck, it wasn’t until a few years later you’d reunited. 

Jungkook had been pacing around the clinic near closing time, his thirst becoming far more unbearable by the hour. He had been trying desperately to avoid consuming human blood, but the various city rats or injured birds he was drinking from were still racking him with unfavorable guilt and an almost hazy sickness you remember sinking his features. 

When you went to leave that night, you’d spotted Jungkook propped up against one of the glass doors, pale, with heavy bruise-like markings under his eyes. He was conscious, you’d noted, despite the fact that you couldn’t detect a pulse and his skin felt harder and icy to the touch. When you grabbed your phone to call an ambulance, he knocked it from your hand, instead begging you for a bag of blood. 

“I can’t do transfusions, Jungkook, not here. That’s why we need to get you the hospital, so we can you look you over and–”

“No, Y’N, that’s not what I mean.” He’d laughed and flashed you a weak smile. “I don’t need a transfusion.”

“Then, what––.”

And that’s when you saw them: his fangs. 

When you’d heard about Jungkook going missing in Paris, randomly disappearing in the night and showing back up months later with no story to share, there were rumors circulating that he’d started doing drugs and lost his job at the record store because in Europe he got hooked on opiates. 

And you’d so easily believed that lie, though it soured your stomach. What other explanation was there for someone disappearing and coming back more pale, less human? You simply continued on with your work, finishing school in between and finding a more permanent presence at the clinic as a phlebotomist.

Feeling guilty, you turned around and headed back into the building, emerging with two bags of warm blood that you watched him practically shotgun in the passenger seat of your car. You didn’t tell him it was your blood, but as he told you later, he knew anyway. He could smell your particular flavor dotting the bandage. 

Slowly, you and Jungkook became closer, you swiped a blood bag here and there from the clinic when no one was looking, sitting with him as he told you the story of him turning or the first time he fed. It seemed too surreal to be true, but as the dark circles under his eyes began to fade over the weeks, and his laugh started sounding more round and full, you felt like there was no way you could deny who he was, or more importantly, how he made you feel. 

Being around Jungkook was addicting, which was evident in how easy it became for you to steal blood from the clinic without thinking twice. At first, you felt awful, knowing that each bag you were taking could very well be taking away someone else’s chance at life. But the more you thought about Jungkook, how he was just as alive as any human– how he feathered his fingers through his hair or how just a few years ago he breathed and moaned before you in the backseat of your car– what really was the difference between giving him blood versus some other person? Didn’t both bodies need it to survive? 

The months ran on, and the crisp fall days that welcomed Jungkook back into your life were becoming tender, warmer as the early blooms of spring replaced them. Jungkook, too, was warmer, his body full and flushed with blood as he finally returned to as much of a human as he can be, reaching for your hand when you two walked through the park together, or falling asleep on your stomach while watching a movie. 

Vampires sleep, you learned, though it’s not so much necessary as it is habitual, as Jungkook explained. He once tested himself to see how long he could go without sleeping, and as it turned out, the answer was evidently forever, for he managed three weeks not feeling groggy in the slightest. But sleeping helped time pass. Nights were lonely when the only people he wanted to interact with weren’t around, and grappling with being some shade of immortal often led Jungkook into a spiral as he processed time passing. 

Therefore, sleep was welcome when it came. Especially with you, who he could tuck himself close to, and the soft beat of your heart served as his lullaby.

That’s when you knew that you loved him: when he told you that he went to sleep for you, that otherwise, he waited for you to wake up so he could see you again. 

You’d become just as addicting to be around as he was for you, and you trusted it wasn’t just because you were his favorite teller at the blood bank who snuck him a withdrawal. 

It was because he loved you too.

The fog on the bathroom mirror doesn’t show your reflection currently, but if it did, you know you’d see Jungkook standing behind you silently as you brush your teeth. Despite his stillness and his ability to appear without making a sound when he wants, your body reacts to Jungkook like a magnet pulled toward metal. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks finally, and you rinse your mouth. 

“Because, I didn’t want you to feel guilty,” you say and reach for the envelope you left on the bathroom counter before your shower. 

After a year of sneaking blood from the clinic, one year of popping plastic bags your into pockets after writing them off under a sealing failure or manufacturing issue or recording less volume in the official donation records or claiming a miscount in inventory, you were finally caught last week with a warm bag of blood in your possession.

Stupidly, you’d popped it into your purse right before an end-of-day meeting and in the rush to make it on time, you didn’t zip everything closed securely. When you inevitably knocked your knee onto the table while shifting to get more comfortable, your purse tumbled to the floor, exposing the vermillion contents within, and issuing you an immediate suspension. 

Suspension, instead of fire only for the singular fact that the bag of cooling blood was your own. 

You had known for a while that the clinic’s director of operations was becoming suspicious. The entire team had been subject to instances of recertification and retraining to try to address whatever issues that were leading to so many mishaps. It would only be a matter of time before the records kept showing your name attached to these transgressions, though you were almost relieved when you’d learned there were other various cases of blood loss occurring for factors you weren’t responsible for, most notably some interns who kept forgetting to put the bags containing red blood cells in the refrigerator, or who were not filling the entire bags, disqualifying the entire sample. 

Overall, it would be safer to divest from your current plan, but finding an alternative to feed Jungkook was more difficult than you thought. You knew given the shortage of blood donations, you could no longer keep gleaning from work or other affiliates as resources. 

But you also couldn’t convince Jungkook to feed from you. 

You’d tried many times in the last year when he was dizzy or grumpy from thirst. And every time without fail, he refused. 

“I haven’t even bitten anyone before,” he admitted one day, the dark circles under his eyes especially purple. His stubborn refusal slurred his speech into a lisp. “And I don’t intend to start now! Especially not with you!” 

You’d dropped the subject, rooting around in the freezer until you found a blocky pint underneath a tub of freezer-burned ice cream. 

But Jungkook had drunk your blood before on that first night at the clinic. And maybe if you executed things carefully, you could supplement some packets of your own blood in to help him get by. That way, he wouldn't have to bite you, but at least he would be fed. And you wouldn’t be at risk of imprisonment for medical theft. 

So that’s what you started to do, slowly introducing him to your blood by creating fake donor names with the label machine and reprinting the same barcode as you filled bag after bag over the weeks. 

And then last week, you got caught, your only assurance that you might only be suspended rooted in the fact that you hadn’t had the time to issue a fake label for the bag before the meeting. 

And, because the blood was still warm in its pouch, because your arm had only just stopped bleeding, your case that you made of the blood being yours wasn’t entirely unreasonable. But what no one could understand was why you needed a bag of your own blood in the first place, much less why you were doing your own draw of it. 

They confiscated the bag, as well as a small sample you offered for lab comparison to confirm it was yours, and they sent you home with the letter almost like you were a kid who was in trouble at school. 

Your suspension is in effect until the board meets later this week to discuss your case, at which time you’ll be informed if you’re terminated or if you’ll be put on probation. 

You’ve accepted that you might be fired, but what you couldn’t  accept is the idea that Jungkook would definitely blame himself if he found out. Which is why you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him when it happened. If you did, you knew you would also have to admit to him that you have been non-consensually feeding him your blood instead of others’, which was a conversation you’d hoped to avoid until you were sure he would understand. Instead, you fucked up, and it’s all the more apparent as Jungkook frowns at you in the bathroom.

You rinse your mouth of the toothpaste, feeling a huge shard of guilt pierce your stomach. 

“I wouldn’t have let you keep doing this if I’d known you were at risk of losing your job,” he mutters. “You already know I feel shitty even relying on you like this.”

“That’s exactly my point! That’s why I didn’t tell you! Because I knew we would end up here!”

“And that’s why this is a problem! You are failing to see how fucked up it is for me to have to depend on you to feed me!”

“Why?” You snap, and you immediately regret it, giving him an apologetic frown. “Sorry, I mean. Why do you feel so shitty relying on me? We’re partners, Jungkook.” 

“Yeah, Y/N, we’re partners. Which means we are supposed to communicate with each other about things. That doesn’t mean you risk your entire career for me.” 

“But doesn’t it, though?” You argue. 

Jungkook groans and then wets his lips with his tongue before speaking. “No, baby. You’re not supposed to be making sacrifices like this! Not for me! Fuck, you shouldn’t be doing shit like this at all! You should be going to work, kicking ass, and then coming home to eat real food with your real boyfriend before you have incredible sex and then fall asleep!”

You cock your head at him, confused. “But, Jungkook, we already do that stuff.”

“No, we don’t, Y/N. You go to work, orchestrate some grand scheme to basically illegally harvest strangers’ blood during a national shortage, you come home and you eat. But I don’t. I leech off of someone else’s platelets. And then we have sex, and you fall asleep. And sometimes I do. But sometimes, I can’t. Because all I want to do is dream of you and I can’t do that anymore. Because I’m not real, Y/N, I’m literally a monster.” 

You shake your head furiously and step toward him. “Listen. I made the choice to do this. Ever since the first day when you showed up at the clinic. I could have left you behind, I could have insisted to take you to the hospital anyway or put you in a headlock or something–”

“You are way too weak to put me in a headlock, even on that day,” he chuckles. 

“I would have figured it out! But I had a choice in this Jungkook, just as much as you did for showing up, for asking me to help you. You could have gone somewhere else, or broken into the clinic after I left. You could have continued to live a half-life with a diet of rats and the occasional squirrel. But you chose this. You made choices, too.”

You push your toweled body into him, desperate for his touch. This is how you often are with him, needing him to ground you, to make sure you don’t spin out of control. He sighs, and you feel him circle his arms around you, his nose nuzzling into your wet hair. You shiver at the contact. Your shower must’ve been hotter than normal, because Jungkook feels almost like ice against your skin, much colder than his normal, albeit cooler temperature. 

“Fuck, Jungkook, when was the last time you ate?” you ask. 

He stiffens, then withdraws from the embrace.

“Get dressed,” he says, ignoring your question, before opening the door to the bathroom, the draft of the apartment, of his absence, leaving goosebumps on your skin in its wake.

The kitchen is clean, any and all evidence of this morning’s tirade gone. Jungkook has changed out of his jeans and button-down for a black hoodie and basketball shorts, solidifying the idea that he has no intention of leaving the apartment for the rest of the day. 

You dress down similarly, throwing on a large ratty t-shirt and some sweats, very similar to the pajamas you’d been wearing for most of the day. 

There’s a fresh pot of coffee brewing, but you ignore it, your stomach feeling sour over the idea of putting anything into it right now. 

You lead Jungkook into the living room, and both of you sit on the couch, legs folded as you face one another. 

“I know you’re not eating.” You try to say it softly, like an observation, but as the words leave your mouth, you hear them sound accusatory, tense. 

“I know you know I’m not eating,” he responds, his tone even and cool. “I’ve seen you doing inventory checks daily.” 

“You have to eat,” you urge. “You can’t just starve like this.”

“I’m not starving,” he says, still composed, distant. 

“Bun, you’ve significantly curbed your consumption. You used to throw back two pints a day, easily.” 

“Yes, well, that was before I found out my girlfriend was suspended from work for smuggling me those two pints, jeopardizing her entire future.”

“I don’t understand why you’re making this a bigger deal than it is.”

His eyebrows rise. “I don’t understand why you’re not making it the bigger deal that it is!” 

“Because it’s not! Not really! I have it under control!”

“And how exactly do you have this under control? Getting fired? Ruining your life isn’t control!”

“I don’t think I’ll be fired. Put on probation maybe, but not fired.”

“And why are you so sure about that?”

“Because…because I didn’t steal someone else’s blood. And that’s a criminal offense. But the laws are muddier when it’s your own blood.”

“Your…your own blood. You were caught with your own blood.” Jungkook looks at you quizzically. And then you see it register. His pupils blow wide. 

“I fucking knew it,” he says. “I knew I was tasting you. I thought maybe it was just because you were on your period for a little longer than usual this month, and that maybe I was catching something in the air and just mixing up the scent with the taste of the blood. But, fuck! Goddamn it Y/N! I told you I didn’t want to feed from you and you just went and did it anyway?” 

“I’m sorry,” you admit, your cheeks burning with guilt. “I just wanted to help you.” 

“By taking away my choice in the matter? By hurting yourself? Shit!” 

“No. I–I know you said you didn’t want to bite me, so I thought maybe if I did it this way that it wouldn’t be so bad and you wouldn’t have to feel so bad about it! And then I wouldn’t be as likely to be caught at work. It gave me some protection too in this! The board is meeting later this week to talk about my case and because the blood results proved to be mine, they just have to decide an appropriate punishment. I’m not going to go to jail over this, and if I lose my job, I’ll figure something out. But, I really didn’t mean to take away your choice, and I see now that I did.” You feel your throat close as you begin to cry.. 

Jungkook is right, you took away his choice by doing this, and no matter your intention, he has the right to know. 

“I’m really sorry. I completely fucked up doing this.”

“Yeah, you did. But not in the way you’re seeing this. God. It’s not about biting or not biting, it’s how easily you did it for me. How you keep putting yourself, your own health, at risk for me! You don’t get it! You stole blood for me for almost a year. And then when you started to realize your future was at stake, you took it from your own body. Which you shouldn’t have to do!”

You swipe at the tears pooling from your eyes. “You keep saying that. Why do you keep saying that?”

“Because it’s true, baby! You shouldn’t be in this weird supernatural chaos! It’s Valentine’s Day! You should be feeding your boyfriend chocolates or eating breakfast in bed. Exchanging presents and going on dates to dinner or the movies. Having sex! And not just sex, making love, making babies!” 

“But you said you didn’t want to do any of that! Jungkook, I’m so confused. What is it that you want? If you want to celebrate Valentine’s Day, I have a present for you wrapped up that I’ve been dying to give you for months. And we can go to the movies. We can have sex… I don’t even want a baby!”

You pull a pillow into your lap like a shield. 

“You do want a baby,” he accuses. You snap your head up. 

“What? No, I–”

“You do. You told me on Christmas Eve, when we were watching that movie on the couch. You were falling asleep during it, but in that scene when he comes home after saying no to that deal, she says ‘I want my baby to look like you’ and you looked up at me so sleepy and warm and alive, and you repeated it back to me. You said ‘I want my baby to look like you.’” 

You think back to that night, when you and Jungkook were cuddled up together watching It’s A Wonderful Life since he’d never seen it, and between sips of a very strong eggnog, you kept studying his face, almost overwhelmed by the idea that you could ever love him more than you did in this moment. When Mary told George she was pregnant, something just felt right about that phrase, and in your tipsy, sleepy, haze, you must have recited that part back to him. 

Honestly, you do want your baby to look like him. You can’t imagine anyone else in the world whose features you would want to see copied into another human, one that you make together. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’m not mad that you said it. I’m honored. Because if I could have children, I would want them to look like you.” His voice is tight. “But I can’t give you that. I think if I could, we would currently be arguing over paint swatches and baby names while I rub your swollen feet, not this. Because fuck we have definitely not been careful,” he chuckles. 

Despite the sadness in his voice, you feel yourself smirk. 

“And even if we adopted, that doesn’t solve one of the biggest issues out of all of this. Which is that you will grow older and more beautiful and our children would grow older and more beautiful, and I don’t know if I will. I don’t know if I’m going to be doomed by the stereotypical vampire life because I don’t know who turned me. He didn’t give me anything to go off of. Maybe I age but I do it slower. Maybe I will never age. Maybe I live forever or just a little longer than you. Or fuck, maybe instead of living forever, vampires actually have an insanely short life span because we are just another type of mosquito derivative!”

You laugh at that, though you still feel the tears staining your cheeks, making no effort to stop. 

“The point is, I can’t promise you anything human. I can’t promise you a normal life with me. Babies that we make, us growing old together. If I could do one thing different, I kinda wish I put a baby into you the first time we fucked around in that car. God knows I was hard enough.” 

“Jungkook,” you choke, ignoring his attempt at deflecting. “I don’t care about any of that. I know I said that stuff on Christmas, but I didn’t mean it like that. Maybe you can have kids! Like you said, you don’t know. For all we know, my freakishly long periods might be a sign I’m infertile. I don’t know either, I haven’t gone to the doctor or taken tests because I haven’t been too worried about it. That or aging or any of this! My job even.”

“Wait, hold on, back up. You might be infertile?” He looks almost offended by his own use of the term. 

You nod. “Maybe, but I haven’t really been thinking about it lately. I’ve been more worried about you, more focused on you.”

He squints. “Why?”

“Because you’ve been evasive and bratty and honestly just fucking awful. And I can see why. You’re thirsty. You stopped eating again. You started screaming about heart themed things being for vampires. You’ve been avoiding me…is that why you haven’t told me anything? Because of my work thing?”

“I still can’t understand why you are this nonchalant about your career,” he says and you shrug. 

“Bunny,” you warn, and Jungkook crosses his arms across his chest.

“Okay, yes,” he concedes. “Part of this is due to that. Because you didn’t tell me. But also I feel like I’m ruining your life. And if that’s the case, if I’m taking so much from you, I want to take less. I want to be less.”

“I’m a parasite. A leech. I consume human blood to carry on living my nonexistent life. I sleep but I don’t dream. I can’t enjoy things the same way. I can’t be normal and that’s what you deserve. What you need. So if I’m going to be a parasite and dependent on you, I want to make things easier. You mentioned that gift under the bed…and, I don’t know that started it all. Got me thinking about all the things I can’t give you. All the experiences you’ll never have because of me. But how much you want it. Valentine’s Day. Baby, I know it’s a holiday you like. I see your eyes sparkle every time you pass the decorations and candy at the store. Of course you have had a present for me wrapped and ready since Christmas, because that’s you and how incredible you are. And I wanted to give you some of that back, but the more I thought about it, the angrier I got that I can never be good enough for you. I can’t give you everything. And then this morning, I don’t know, I snapped. I tried to cook you something I normally can do with my eyes blindfolded and walking backwards but everything came toppling down around me and I got overwhelmed and ended up fucking it all up.” 

Jungkook reaches across the couch, taking your hand in his, tracing his thumb across your knuckles. 

“You’re so dramatic,” you accuse, and roll your eyes. 

Jungkook retracts his hand and pouts. “I don’t know what you mean by that.”

“You’re being dramatic and over the top with this broody Edward Cullen shit. I’m sick of it.” You toss the pillow to the side and sit up on the couch, edging your body closer. 

“For starters, you’re punishing yourself by not eating. Your hands are like ice, and that means you’re extremely underfed because very little blood is in you. Second, you refuse to eat because at first  it was someone else’s blood and I could get in trouble so that justified not doing it. But now that it’s freely available, because it’s mine you have some moral conniption preventing you from nourishing your body. And all of this is circling around the same problem. Which is you deciding for me what you think I want and need.” You hover just above him now, your knees digging into the cushions on either side of him as you trap him under you. 

“You decided wrong, by the way. You based what I want not on who I am, but on your own insecurities and fears about me, Jungkook. And that’s not fair to me.” 

You plant yourself down on him, straddling your weight across his chest. Jungkook gazes up at you, a frown still etched on his face, though it’s grown softer. 

“It’s also not fair to me that you are trying to control my decision about feeding from you or not. If you were a vegetarian, how would you feel if I had replaced your veggie burgers with meat patties just because I thought you needed the protein?” He asks.

You hadn’t thought about that. Your shoulders sag as you sit with the realization. 

“I need you to trust that I won’t ever go back to feeling the way I did when we first met. Look at me, are the marks under my eyes as dark? Am I as hard or pale?” You shake your head, and Jungkook reaches up to your face, touching his palm to your cheek. “I am thirsty, baby. But I also know how to control myself. I have spent months with you, around your blood, smelling you when you do something as little as get a paper cut or have a large blood clot pass during your period. Don’t look at me like that, it’s literally just blood from your body, you as a phlebotomist know better than to find that weird or gross.” You giggle, trying to ward away the flush of your cheeks. “And yes, it hurts, but kind of like when you smell something really good cooking in the kitchen and your stomach growls. But that’s the worst of it.”

“Is it though?” you ask gently, trying not to argue with him, but his eyes seem almost cloudy to you. 

His brows knit and he opens his mouth but then shuts it, nodding for you to continue. Instead, he strokes along your brow bone, then down the curves of your jaw, tracing your features with his index finger.

“Your eyes aren’t as clear as they are when you feed regularly,” you sigh sadly. “I don’t want to change you, at all. But you’re warmer then too. And on days like today, it would be nice to have you less frigid to cuddle up next to. But I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to do. I was wrong to not tell you about my work stuff and my blood. Those are two big things that you deserve to know as my partner, and because they impact you directly. I’m sorry.” 

You take his hand in yours and bring it down over your chest. “If you don’t want to drink those blood packs, I understand. We’ll find some other way of getting you blood. But we need to make these decisions together. All of them. No more of us deciding we know what the other person needs best. That means I am not force feeding you my blood, I know. It also means you don’t get to decide if I want to have a biological baby or if I want to grow old with someone else.”

Jungkook contemplates this, and then nods in agreement. 

“Do you feel that?” You ask, glancing down to your chest, referring to your heart beat. 

“Yeah,” he whispers. 

“Good, because in all this, you keep saying you’re this monster and that can’t be further from the truth. Maybe I don’t need normal, because I don’t want normal. I want you. And I am alive and warm as a human is, sure. You insist you’re not alive. But what is life really? Do you need to be breathing and to have a beating heart like mine to experience love? Joy? The things that make up life? You feel me. Even if it’s all a habit now. The memory of your body, I don’t know. I don’t know how you work either but that doesn’t matter.”

“Do you need to have dreams or to eat chocolate or make babies to feel like you’re living, Jungkook? Because I don't think you do. I think your body and my body sitting here together, my heart pumping blood through me, more than I probably even need to keep me going, is more than enough for me. You loving me, I think that’s life. Is that not enough for you?”

Jungkook’s eyes are glassy, and he takes a deep breath, also probably out of habit more than necessity.  “No, it’s more than enough,” he says.  “I think this is life.”

You smile. “Okay, then let’s live. Let’s live like this. Whatever it is. And we can decide as we go what living looks like, alright?”

Jungkook releases his bottom lip from his fang. “Alright.”

You lean in, and Jungkook’s lips pull up into a smirk right before he kisses you, molding his body into yours with relief. 

You welcome his tongue into your mouth, surprised by how cold even that is. When you pull away to catch your breath, you pull yourself tightly against him. 

“We need to find you something to eat,” you say for what feels like the millionth time today, and Jungkook sighs. 

“Tomorrow, okay? I just want to be close to you right now.” He burrows deeper into your t-shirt and you hum in agreement, letting the soft animal of his body feel like home.

The rest of the day, the two of you drift back into the softer and more familiar patterns of your relationship that the last week has disrupted. 

Jungkook cooks you dinner, properly this time, a steak you wash down with a beer, the two of you discussing your friends and the latest episode of the show you finally have caught up watching, the tense air between you two perhaps not entirely diffused, but ultimately much more at ease than before. 

You choose to not address the moment in your peripheral vision when you see Jungkook gnawing on some bloody gristle that he trimmed off the steak, his brows set in dissatisfaction as he tries to replace some of the nutrients he’s craving. 

He’s thirstier than he’s admitting, you know, but you are trying to loosen the tight hold of control you are tempted to have. 

“Hey,” you say as you load your dirty dishes into the dishwasher. 

Jungkook, who is reading the beer founder’s story on the back of your empty can, perks up, curious.

“Do you want to open your present?” you ask, and can’t help but laugh at the way his face lights up at the suggestion. 

“Oh my god, yes! I've been dying to know what it is since Christmas!” He beams, and before you can even move to go get it from under your bed, he’s gone, shuffling around down the hallway and cooing to Buttercup, who has just finished her own dinner. 

When he reappears, he puts the gift on the counter and looks at you sheepishly. 

“Um,” he says, and you can tell he’s desperately trying to be polite and well behaved like a small child on their birthday. 

You snort. “Open it, bunny.” 

Jungkook rips right into the paper, his jaw dropping. “You! This?”

You watch as he takes off into the living room to disassemble the current turntable setup. 

“Goodbye Old Play, Fall Down Boy, and Alicia Broken Piano Keys,” he sing-songs. “Damn, when was the last time we had music around here?” 

You watch him putter around. 

This, you think, could be a good life. 

Lying in bed, you drift between a dreamstate and your overactive brain trying to process your reality. Thoughts of your job, more specifically what you’ll do if you actually are fired filter through your head. You suppose you’d change careers, but this job has always been the one thing you wanted in life, at least before you had Jungkook. 

Between a body heat barrier of blankets and pillows, you toss yourself around and sigh, finally coming to a state of being fully awake. Jungkook shifts across the pile to alert you that he, too, is awake. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks gruffly, and you grunt as you roll over. 

“Can’t sleep,” you whine, and you move one of the pillows shoved between the two of you out of the way so you can see his face in the dark. 

The soft glow of the outside city lights shifts through the window, casting a hint of pale blue light across his face. Like this, he looks more wan, sallow, and your heart wrenches. God, it’s so hard to see him this way, starving himself, and you know you shouldn’t feel guilty, but with the day behind you, you feel the late-night flood of regret starting to taint your mind as you try to figure out how you let this all go so horribly wrong.

“Busy mind?” He asks, and you blink up at him, a little surprised by how it seems as though he’s reading your thoughts. 

“Yeah.”

“Me too,” he grumbles, and then reaches out to pull you into him, his cold hands in an even colder room sending a tremor through your body. 

“God, I’m sorry,” he says, and you clench your teeth. 

“ s’okay” you mumble, and you push your face into his chest to warm your nose in his hoodie, throwing your leg over him to bring you closer. 

Jungkook gently rubs your back, his touch light as his fingers trace up and down your spine. It tingles, sending a shiver that hardens your nipples. 

“What were you thinking about?” he asks after a long pause. 

You could lie, and then you wouldn’t have to worry that Jungkook would be awake all night carrying your baggage for you. But, you know how important this step of honesty is, so you take a deep breath. 

“I-I just keep thinking about work. What’s going to happen? I don’t regret it, please don’t think I do or misunderstand. But I love my job. I love you more. It just feels all convoluted and scary. If I get fired, how will we afford this apartment? Find your blood?”

You feel Jungkook take a steep inhale, and you know he’s doing this to steady you, that his lungs don’t really need to expand but to breathe next to him, with him, is what feels the most natural to you both. 

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he says, and you fight the urge to cry for the third time today. 

“I know it’ll be okay,” you assure him, “but I’m sad anyway.”

His fingers continue to strum along your spine, soothing you in the quiet winter night. At some point Buttercup gets up to go prowl around the apartment in her usual late-night zoomies, leaving you two alone in your little universe. 

“I’ve been thinking a lot tonight, too,” Jungkook mumbles into the dark. 

“About what,” you whisper. The wind outside kicks up, and you feel a sharp draft cut against your now-bare legs, beading you with goosebumps that make you shiver. 

Jungkook tuts, shifting you to his side momentarily so he can reach down and pull up your thick duvet. You relish the return to warmth and lay back down on him, resting your head onto his chest while letting out a satisfied sigh.

“Feeding,” he says casually, but you can still hear the hunger in the word as he pronounces every syllable sharply. A different kind of tremor rocks through you, and you feel a tug of arousal behind your belly button. 

“Oh,” you say, trying to be unaffected, but Jungkook sees right through you and chuckles. 

“The first time I tasted your blood, you don’t even know what it did to me, Y/N,” he groans.

“It felt like every single dead neuron in my body was firing all at once again. I’ve never experienced anything like it. You were so warm, your blood was so thick on my tongue. I knew I was going to crave you for the rest of my, well I guess, existence.” 

You squirm a little, trying to ignore the slight dampness you feel forming between your legs. 

“Then, god, I thought I was going crazy when you were feeding me those blood packs. That I had wanted the taste of you so badly that I was imagining it somehow from knowing the way you smell.” 

He continues. “I know I told you that I have control, but fuck, baby, you almost destroyed me with that little stunt of yours.” 

Jungkook shifts, and you can feel his hardening length brush against your stomach. His thigh butts up against you, and you know he can feel the effect he’s having on you. 

“How?” you ask weakly, and Jungkook flexes his thigh underneath you, putting a little pressure right onto your clit. The whine you’ve been suppressing escapes, needy and rich. 

“I almost caved. One night while you were sleeping, Thought about waking you up by fucking you with my tongue so I could finally taste you again.” Jungkook’s cock twitches underneath you and you rut against him in response, the heat in your core building. “Shit, you were even sleeping with your legs wide open for me, your panties and those tiny fucking things you call pajamas shifted and your pretty little pussy was right there for me to taste. Practically begging me for it.” 

You rock against Jungkook’s thigh, the broad grind of your wet panties against Jungkook’s thigh releasing some of the tension. 

“Oh,” you moan softly, but Jungkook isn’t done talking, and he ignores you as his hands come up to your ass, his cold touch on your cheeks causing you to squeak as he pulls them apart to force you to rut harder, deeper onto him. 

“I can smell you right now,” he says roughly. “You can’t hide it from me, you know. Your blood, your wet pussy, they’re equally delicious to me. Equally mine.” 

You moan as he forces you back and forth on his thigh. “You like that, don’t you? The idea of me devouring you like that? Waking you up with my mouth swirling around that hard clit, have you drooling and begging for my cock before you even know what day it is?”

“Shit, yes. Yes,” you pant, and Jungkook laughs, grasping your panties with his fingers and pulling tight. The fabric shifts, digging onto your swollen clit, blurring your vision from the sharp, deep wail.

“Such a dirty fucking girl, humping me like this. Letting me use you like this. What happened to my good girl, hm? Where’d my baby go?” 

You know the question is rhetorical, but you find yourself entering the familiar, delicious haze you often go to with Jungkook, one that has been trained to answer every question he asks. 

“Still your baby,” you whine, and Jungkook laughs. 

He reaches down, tearing your panties off of your body with a single tug, exposing your wet pussy to the chill of the air.

“Oh really? You’re my baby? I don’t know about that. My baby usually has her mouth around my cock by now.” 

Obediently, sit up, tugging your shirt over your head, your nipples hard and sensitive from your arousal. Jungkook groans as he takes in the view of your naked body, but before he can act, you hastily strip him of his hoodie and shorts to reveal his naked length. 

Jungkook’s cock stands tall and heavy, and as you take it into your hands, you don’t mention how that, too, has become incredibly cold from his thirst. Maybe this hunger could be soothing in summer, but in midwinter, it is going to drive you insane. 

You pull him into your mouth, determined to imprint some of your body heat onto him as you dribble your warm saliva down his shaft with a deep suck. 

Jungkook moans above you, tangling his fingers into your hair in approval. 

“Fuck, yes, Y/N. God.” 

You use one of your hands to cup his balls, enjoying the heft of how full they are before stroking up and down the parts of his cock that you can’t take into your mouth. 

“There she is,” Jungkook sighs, and you relax your jaw so you can take more of him in, edging his tip down your throat. He bucks up, and you gag, feeling the familiar tang of him spread across your tongue. Globs of saliva bubble out of your mouth as you attempt to fight the urge to gag more from his occasional thrusts. 

“There’s my baby. My little cockslut. Fuck, I missed this.” You hum in agreement and Jungkook gasps at the vibration. He grabs your head, stopping you from bobbing. 

“Shit…fuck baby, hold on. Stop. God, I almost just came,” he laughs, and your lips twitch as you slowly pull away from him, strings of spit still connecting you to his thick cock. 

You look up at him as he steadies himself, smiling up at him devilishly.

Feeling naughty, you lean forward, testing the waters as you tongue around the head, taking one final, deep suck. Jungkook’s eyes darken in warning and you giggle, sitting back on your heels as you smile at him with fake innocence. 

“Brat,” he mutters, and shoves you down onto the bed, his lips on yours before you can even breathe, tasting himself in the corners of your mouth with feral need. 

He pulls away, tapping your knees with instruction to open, and you do, propping your head up on a pillow so you can see everything. 

The curve of his nose rocks against your clitoris as he begins, and because Jungkook knows you so well, his hands clamp down on your legs to prevent you from squirming. You feel him dig one hand into your thigh, a warning not to try to take control, and you force yourself to relax as he begins exploring you, sucking one of your swollen labia into his mouth. 

You groan, the slow method of him licking and sucking, moving down and up between the inner corners of your thighs back to your center feels both like heaven and absolute hell. 

You have the urge to whine, to shove your hips up, maybe your neglected clit will get more attention, but you know better. Jungkook is testing you, trusting you in this moment not to fail him. 

His eyes meet yours as feasts, the bruises under his eyes more dark now than they were earlier. Between the maddening, erotic swishes of his tongue against your clitoral hood and smug look on his face, you’ve had just about enough.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to play with your food,” you snap, and surprised, Jungkook pulls back, his wet cheeks and wide smirk indicating how satisfied he is with his torture.

“No,” he says, licking his lips. His fangs peek out from under his lips. “But I think my food really likes it when she has to work for it.” 

You roll your eyes, and he brings his fingers to your clit, pinching it. You gasp.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He scolds, and again you lose the urge to disobey. 

You feign an apologetic look and buck your hips at him.

“Such a fucking bad girl today,” he chides. “If you’re not careful, I won’t let you cum. I’ll just use you like my little cumdump and you’ll have to figure out how to get off on your own.” 

You shudder at his words and his shoulders straighten, satisfied with his apparent win. 

“What do you say?” he asks, tracing one finger along your ridges. 

You feel yourself trembling as his soft touch swirls around where you need it most, a frustrating, dizzy fury building in you.

“Jungkook, please.” 

“That’s not the word I’m looking for.” His voice is dark, heavy in the cold of the room. Desperation is blinding you, only allowing you to think in fragmented sentences. 

“I don’t know,” you whine, and you feel a hard slap hit directly onto your clit, sending a shock of pain and delicious pleasure through your body. 

“Liar,” he snorts, and then rubs your wetness to soothe the ache. “You have a big girl brain, Y/N. I know you know what you need to say.” He dips a finger inside of you, you clench. “Or are you already too fucked out and needy to say it?” 

Heat shades your face in embarrassment. Any other day, maybe, you’d challenge this, let him chip away at you until you are babbling and a mess underneath him. But the swell of heat in your core is pulsing what feels like everywhere in your body, including your head, and you rack your brain for the one word you know he’s looking for. 

You pull a sharp breath between your teeth. “I’m sorry.”  

“Good girl, I knew you could do it,” he says, and then he shoves his face into your cunt, more fingers dipping into your entrance. He begins to stretch you, pulling his fingers apart, urging more of your wetness to spill onto his tongue. “So sweet.” 

Your hips twitch in the air and you fight to keep them down now that one side of you is freed, so you concentrate on him, pushing his hair back from his forehead as he devours you. 

Jungkook’s eyes are so dark, pupils blown wide. And in them you see something more than just lust. 

I’m thirsty, he’s telling you, the lines faint, but still there. He sucks hard onto your clit, a low sound tearing through his throat. 

He’s asking you for permission, grazing his fangs along your inner lips, trying desperately to restrain himself as the hand still wrapped around your thigh tightens with a bruise-inducing pressure. 

Then eat, tell him mentally, your tongue darting out of your mouth to lip your lips as you watch him get lost in his instincts. You hum your approval, thrusting your hips forward and shoving his head further into you. 

“Yes,” you rasp, finding enough air in your lungs to puff out your consent. 

Jungkook moans and you watch the resolve break as he delivers one final satisfying lap over your clit before he bites.

Nothing In your life could ever prepare you for this.

That part of you, the very organ having the most nerve endings, is alive and electric, burning hot as if you are the sun, the center of the universe. And Jungkook is orbiting around you, grounded by the gravity of your blood as he feeds from your pussy, groaning and bucking his hips in pleasure against the bed. A whimper churns from the depths of your throat as you writhe under him. The heat, god it’s everywhere, from the slight sting of the bite melting away from your core to the heady, steady throb of your clit that makes you feel your pulse everywhere. 

Jungkook too, is warming underneath you, the chill of his body flushing away with each feverish gulp he takes. His cheeks are slightly pink again.

“So wet, so good,” he praises you as he swallows, and you see the blood smearing across his cheeks as he dips back into you. 

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you say shakily. His tattooed hand leaves your thigh, reaches up, searching for you in his feast. You don’t hesitate to lace it with yours, your hands a little clammy, but you’re afraid that if you don’t hold on to him, you might be lost among the stars. 

He drags one of his fangs along the edge of your clitoral hood, and flicks your swollen bud with his tongue, self assured in your destruction. Your legs begin to close, but he growls. 

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he warns. His fingers press deeper inside you, thrusting toward the burning in your core that feels like it’s just out of reach. “You asked for this, now take it.”

“I can’t,” you say. “I can’t.” You thrash your head to the side, gaze unfocused as you take in the shapes around your bedroom you know once were pieces of furniture, but the combination of blood loss and building ecstasy has you feeling like you’re almost drifting from your body. 

Jungkook clicks his tongue in dissatisfaction. “Look at me, Y/N,” he demands. 

You force your eyes to him, and he instructs you to take a deep breath. You inhale shakily, letting him come into focus. 

“You’re going to take my tongue. And then you’re going to take my fingers until you cum all over my face.” He makes his threat official, presses deep inside of you, thrusting deeper, toward the burning in your core that feels just out of reach. “And then you’re going to take my fat cock into my pretty little pussy and watch the cum drip out of it after I fuck you full of it, do you understand me?” 

You tremble as he claims you. “Yes,” you reply and he leans in closer, thrusting his fingers in harder as you rock your hips toward him. 

“Good,” he says. “Then give me what’s mine.” You feel him nip into you again, throwing you over with one deep suck.

You cry out, your hips twitching into the cold room, heaving deep broken gasps into your lungs, head spinning as you obey him. Your ears ring as you fall deeper under the wave, but you still feel Jungkook’s hand in yours, tender and encouraging as you force yourself back from beneath the current of your orgasm. 

You try to steady your breath as you feel his drinking slow, his tongue placing a few laps here and there around your vulva in a gentle motion as he pulls himself away. 

“Are you okay,” you hear him ask, though your eyes are trained on the ceiling as you try to stop yourself from seeing double. “Did I take too much?”

You’re not sure, to be honest, but you feel the warmth of Jungkook’s body cover you as he looks you over, feeling your pulse. 

“Your heart is starting to slow down,” he says softly. “Can I leave you for a second to get some water?” 

You make some kind of grunt of approval, and you feel him drape your covers back over you as he pads down the hall to sift through the kitchen. 

He returns only a few moments later, a bottle of water and bag of heart shaped chocolates in hand. 

You take the water from him and sip slowly, feeling the cool liquid soothing your hoarse throat, stabilizing you. You pop a chocolate into your mouth, the sugars melting your tongue tasting decadent. 

When you finally glance over at Jungkook, you erupt into laughter. 

“What?” he asks, his doe eyes going wide with panic. “Are you hurt? Are you okay?” 

You fail to collect yourself, wheezing your breaths as tears burn your eyes. Maybe you did lose a bit too much blood, because it shouldn’t be as funny as it is, but he looks so full and flushed and innocent in light of what might just be the kinkiest thing the two of you have ever done. 

His face is an utter mess, cheeks shiny and smeared with the faint pink of your mixed juices and blood. He looks like a child who just ate a cherry flavored popsicle.

“I-go look in the mirror,” you say between fits of laughter, and Jungkook looks at you confused before he obeys, standing and walking over to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. 

“Oh shit,” he mumbles, then laughs. “Looks like I was saving myself a snack for later.” He reaches for a tissue from on top of his dresser and wipes his mouth. 

“How can you not feel that all over you?” you ask, coughing when you finally recover. 

“I don’t know! My brain isn’t focused on anything else right now but you! Well, you and…” he gestures down between his legs, where his cock is flushed from the blood, twitching as you give it attention. 

You feel a flutter in your core and let out a soft gasp.

“But really, are you okay?” he asks tenderly, sitting back onto the bed and rubbing your thigh. 

You scan over your body, checking in with yourself. You don’t feel woozy or nauseous, just loose, like how most large scale orgasms feel. Your thigh you know will be bruised tomorrow, but it’s nothing you can’t handle. And your clit, oh. 

Your clit is tingling, and your pussy is dripping wet. 

“Fuck,” you moan, and run your hand down between your legs and press your palm to your clit, enjoying the added pressure as it throbs under your touch. 

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, interested in your response.

You swipe your fingers through your folds and then pull them up. Surprisingly, the liquid is clear, meaning you’re not bleeding. Meaning that this dripping want is coming solely from you. 

“What did you do to me?” You ask, and Jungkook’s eyes flash with worry as he moves closer, pulling your thighs open to inspect you. 

“I hurt you?” he asks, panicking as he misunderstands. “God, I’m sorry Y/N.”

“No, no, baby, not like that,” you say, and you feel his hands fall from you as he moves to look at your face. 

He scrunches his nose in confusion. “Then what–.”

“My pussy is tingling, and fuck look at me. I’m drenched.”

His eyes blow wide and he dips to look back down, his tongue darting out over his lip piercings as he takes in the liquid spilling out of you and onto the sheets underneath. 

“Shit. I don’t know. Maybe my venom does that? I don’t even see a cut on you from where I bit.”

He sits back on his legs and his hand finds his cock, squeezing the base as he flits between looking at you and in between your legs. 

You clench around nothing and a low, tortured moan escapes from his throat as he draws his hand up the base, wrist flicking to pump himself up and down in slow, delicious tugs.

“Y/N,” he says, and the way he says your name is dripping with need. You feel his eyes burn into every inch of you as he touches himself, causing you to mimic the fluidity of his strokes as you rub your clit. 

“Please,” you respond. 

“Cum for me again,” he demands but you shake your head. 

“Don’t want to like this,” you say. “Want your cock in me. You promised you would let me watch your cum spill out of your pretty pussy, remember?”

His nostrils flare, and Jungkook jolts, flipping you over on the bed so you rest on top of him, his hard cock smearing with your wetness as he rocks your hips against him. 

“We need to do something about that filthy mouth of yours,” he says, and you pant as you grind against him with broad movements, coating him with your juices. “The only time you haven’t said something bratty today was when my cock was down your throat.”

You moan, raising your hips off of his and taking his cock in hand. “You love it,” you say, and sink yourself down onto his cock in one solid motion, his thick length stretching and filling you to the brim. 

He hisses and you begin to bounce, using him to curb some of the ache in your core. 

He reaches up and wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing. You squeak, feeling him pull you off of his cock, and leaving you devastatingly empty. 

“Did I say you could fuck me?”

You whine and he scoffs. “Maybe you don’t deserve my cum after all. Disobeying me like this. I told you earlier I wondered where my good girl went, and I think I was right. Didn’t know I traded her in for a disrespectful bitch.”

You feel your stomach flip with excitement at the new term and you clench around him. 

He laughs. “Oh? You like that, hmm? Well, if I traded away my good girl, I better see how much of a whore her replacement is.” 

He lightens his grip on your neck and the oxygen floods back, making your fingertips and nipples prickle with the heightened sensation. 

“Well? Get to it, slut.” and he takes your hips, slamming you back down onto his cock with one single stroke. 

“FUCK,” you scream, and your hips buck, overstimulated as Jungkook doesn’t even give you the chance to have control, his hands clamping down on your sides as his fucks you onto him. 

“That’s it,” he rasps. “That’s it, take my cock like a good little slut.” 

You cry out, clamping your arms around him and pulling his face into your neck. 

“Jungkook,” you say, and he grunts in response, pounding into you with a rhythm so that when you come down, he pushes up, hitting you deeper with each thrust. 

“You like that, huh? Being like little fleshlight? Me using you like this to fuck all my cum into?”

You clench around him, slightly light headed from where he’s targeting you, trying to hit your g-spot dead on. 

It’s so good, so primal, and you know you’re almost there, but you need something more. 

“Please,” you whisper, shoving his head into your neck. “Bite me.” 

And that’s when you feel it, the tiny prick of his fangs as Jungkook pierces your skin and begins to feed. 

Sharp cold pleasure is immediately replaced with a silky, scorching wave of pleasure as his venom delivers that addicting tingle through your neck.

Jungkook, too, seems to be affected, his cock twitches in you as the blood fills his body, somehow making him feel thicker and a little longer. 

“Oh,” you gasp as you feel the fingers of one of Jungkook’s hands reach down to your clit, rubbing it hard and fast. 

He detaches himself from your neck and laps up the excess blood before he holds you steady and adjusts your position, placing you on your back as he hovers above you. 

The cloudiness in his eyes is gone, the markings underneath have faded. He settles into slow, deep strokes, his eyes ghosting over your body. 

“I love you,” he says. Your heart swells. 

“I love you too,” you respond, and you look down at where the two of you are connected, your pussy making a vulgar squelching sound as he drags himself in and out, his cockhead glossy.

“More,” you beg. “Please I’m so close”. He obeys, picks up his pace. 

He bends over you, pulling a nipple into his mouth and releasing it with a pop. 

“Should I bite you here next?” he mumbles and you squirm in delight.

Each thrust is now jutting Jungkook right against your cervix, and you feel the wet mess of your pussy trying and failing to take more of his cock inside, relishing the warmth that now reaches every corner of you. 

As you flutter around him, the mounting tension drawing you closer to orgasm, Jungkook dips down again, this time laving over your nipple, plucking it between his teeth and delivering a soft bite.

This sends you over the edge, a stream of white hot pleasure rocketing through your core as you gasp on top of him, your pussy clamping down and trying desperately to take him with you. 

But Jungkook has better control than that, and instead of letting you rest, he sets a deadly, relentless pace, fucking you into overstimulation. 

“One more,” he breathes between thrusts.

“Hurts,” you pout, but he knows you. Knows your limit.

“One more. I know your messy little cunt can take more than this, baby.”

He spreads you wider, hooking your legs back so he's deeper in you than before, the wet slap of his balls against your pussy echoing through your bedroom as you are coated with your wetness. 

You groan and he keeps going, his fingers ghosting over your clit once but not staying. You huff in frustration. 

“Words,” Jungkook demands and you take a deep breath, trying to rack your brain for something other than moans. 

“Yeah,” is all you can manage, and with a dark laugh, he accepts it, placing his fingers back on your clit and finally, finally putting you back on track. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he utters, and this is how you know he’s getting close. The praise flowing from his mouth betrays his cold, dominating facade. “Such a warm, wet pussy. Just for me to fuck my cum into.” He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on his lip rings.

You moan, matching his thrusts with your hips, slamming yourself together harder, deeper. “God, Jungkook, please.”

“You gonna be good for me this time?” His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows. The tone of his voice is slightly higher, straining. “Gonna let me fill you up?”

“Yes,” you pant. “I need it.” His fingers circle faster, desperately working to make you cum before him. “Need to be full of your cum.”

You pull him into you, needing him closer, needing to feel the distance between your bodies to be smaller as you get closer. His fingers keep working, his thrusts hard and deep, hitting you exactly where you need it. 

“Right there. Fuck your pussy, Jungkook. Take what’s yours.”

His hips falter. You place your teeth onto his neck and bite. Hard.

“Fuck,” Jungkook moans and erupts, his cock twitching as he spurts load after load of warm cum into you, giving you the last bit you need to send you off one last time. Your pussy spasms, greedily taking in everything he gives you. 

“That’s it, baby,” he says, his voice shaky as he continues to anchor both of you to your bodies, to the sensation of being full and satisfied.

He kisses your temple, then your cheek, rocking his hips slowly against you as you come down, flushed and overwhelmed. 

You feel almost weightless, untethered to the joints in your arms and legs. If you weren’t being held by him right now, you might think you were out in space, floating around without gravity. In the haze of it all, you feel Jungkook shift you onto your side, his body still linked to yours as his erection deflates, cum leaking onto the bedding below you. 

You don’t care enough to do anything about it, instead clinging to his forearm, needing to feel him everywhere so you don’t disappear. 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” he says, and you’re confused by this, and then you realize you’re crying, wet tears stinging your cheeks as you shake against him. He runs his hands through your hair and down the length of your back softly. “I got you.”

You breathe a shaky breath as he wraps the blankets around the two of you, gently humming a song, sighing when he feels you wiggle your toes next to him and finally steady yourself. 

You look up at him and he’s smiling softly, his eyes warm and brown like they were when you first met him. 

“That was intense, huh?” he asks and you nod. 

“But really good,” you add and he beams. 

“Yeah,” he agrees. “I…”

He sits thoughtfully for a moment and you let him, trying to gain the courage to detach yourself and venture into the cold apartment to pee. 

“I wish we did that sooner. I mean, I guess I should ask how that was for you. For me to, you know, feed from you.”

You wince as you shift away from him, feeling him slip out of you as you leak onto the sheets. Your sticky, damp legs beg for a shower, but you ignore it. 

“I…it was a lot. But…but I liked it. The first bite, shit. You explained earlier how it felt when you first tasted my blood? About it being like how everything fired off in your body at once, right?” He nods. “It was like that for me, too.”

Jungkook smiles, pulling you in tightly against him.  

“Do you think we can do that more often?” you ask shyly, and he laughs. 

“Damn, once is all it takes for you to get addicted?”

You smack his arm. “Hey! No kink shaming! I didn’t judge you for wanting to go down on me during my period! While I was asleep!” 

He sputters. “I’m not kink shaming! But you sound like you’re judging me now for it! We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to I’m sorry but I was caught up in the moment and the bloodlust and I was–”

You choke out a laugh, kissing him on his bare chest. “I’m teasing you...it sounds kind of hot actually.” 

He hums in approval. 

“I think we still have a lot of stuff to talk about,” he says after a pause. You sigh. 

“Yeah. The great job reckoning is coming.” 

“Yes, and not just that. I do want to talk more about you…your body. The…infertility thing. I want to go with you to the appointment, I mean if that’s okay? Even if everything is fine, or that you don’t end up wanting kids or whatever, I just want to be there for you through any of it, okay?”

You bristle a bit, feeling yourself starting to cry again. But after the day you’ve had, the intense, passionate sex, all of the things you will still be dealing with in the morning, you let the release guide you as your tears fall. 

“Okay,” you say. You think about your conversations with Jungkook today, how he’s right. There are so many things you both don’t know about what you want or don’t want, about your own bodies. 

“Um,” you say, and you pull back from him, rubbing up and down his forearms. “I want you to know something, too. I know that being a vampire wasn’t really in your life plans, and that there’s a lot of unknowns about it too. Not just about fertility, but like, it would have probably been nice for you to know you had magical tingly, healing venom that turns you into a sex god.”

“Hey! Was I not a sex god without the venom?” He scoffs, pretending to be offended. 

You snort. “Okay fine, healing venom that turns you from a sex god to even more of a sex god. But you know what I mean. There are things that would be so helpful for you to know. To maybe take away some of the worry and those terrifying unknowns. And if you ever want to know, if you want to try to find your creator, I’ll support you in that choice. It would be hard, and maybe we wouldn’t find him, but I’m with you in this.” 

Jungkook takes your cheek in his hand, his warm thumb rubbing across the skin. 

“Thank you,” he says, and leans in to give you a soft kiss. 

The world outside plunges deeper into the night, and after you clean yourselves up and change the sheets, you lie closely against each other. So many things remain unknown, but one thing you’re sure of as you watch Jungkook sleep: you have time to figure it all out. 

©2024 by jooniperbonsai

ending a/n:

Thank you again for reading! While doing research about blood donations for this story, I was reminded that there’s currently a national shortage for blood donors in the US, and it’s safe to assume that this isn’t unique to just us. Right now, with the ongoing genocide in Gaza, blood shortages are extreme, and with the stonewalling happening preventing aid to enter the strip and Rafah, supplies, including blood for life saving transfusions, cannot make it through. 

The Red Crescent/American Red Cross issued this statement in January:

“​​During emergencies, the American Red Cross will ship blood products outside of the U.S. following a specific request from the U. S. State Department for U.S. citizens overseas, at the request of the United Nations, or at the request of the affected Red Cross or Red Crescent society abroad. We have not received blood product requests for Israel or Gaza at this time.

For those interested in learning more about international humanitarian law and its vital role in protecting the innocent during armed conflict, please visit www.redcross.org/ihl. The American Red Cross has a duty to fulfill the Geneva Conventions’ purpose of reducing suffering during armed conflict. As part of our duty, the American Red Cross leads the effort to ensure Americans are informed of these laws and the humanitarian principles they reflect.”

While it’s not yet being asked for, I cannot recommend enough donating blood if you are eligible. There are many different qualifications for blood donations (if you’re not sure about your eligibility, please look at your Red Cross/Crescent website depending on your country). Your donation can help not just your local communities, but ultimately a population of people you might be unsure how to help. And if not, monetary donations are also accepted.

I’m not affiliated with this organization in any way, but I felt like it would be wrong to ignore this issue just in favor of a fun fanfic. 

#bts smut #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #vampire jungkook #bts fanfic

[certainlynotasimp]

Updated Upcoming Fanfics

Hello, my lovely simps~✨ I’m just going ahead and listing off the upcoming one-shots and head-canons that will be coming out within the next couple of days to feed y’all’s and mine Miguel O’ Hara addiction.

Until I get through a good chuck of these: Request will be closed until further notice.

If you wanna check out what I already written and catch up on my current series then feel free to check out my Masterlist~✨

The Adventures of Miggy and Sunny Series (Miguel O’ Hara x Sunshine! SpiderWoman! Reader

Requested: How did Miggy and Sunny meet? ((I plan to make this one a two parter🤭))

Requested: Jealous Miguel ((This idea was so good you guys requested it twice🥰))

Requested: Miggy walks in on Sunny singing and dancing✅

Requested: Sunny, Miles, and Gwen go on an adventure and Miguel didn’t know about it. ((We love angry protective men in this household 🤤))

Requested: The Spidey gang notices that Miguel likes to leave hickeys all over Sunny, and they rip on Miggy about it.✅

Requested: How Miguel if Sunny died…((🫢 We love drama in this house))

Requested: Miggy and Sunny having their own love bug on the way. ((Requested by the same person who asked about Sunny’s death and I’m gonna make its own post 😭)) ✅

Requested: Sunny’s reaction to what Miguel does to Miles. ((I still haven’t seen the movie so I’m gonna have to put a pin in yours, but I will do it.))

Requested: Miguel’s reaction when Sunny is injured

Requested: Miggy shushing at everyone because Sunny fell asleep at his desk. ((😭🥹))

Requested: Sunny standing her ground protecting her friend and Miguel is proud of her. ((My love for being praised is being fed with this one🤭🤭))

Requested: Sunny’s sick day. ((Maybe a bowl of that sexy Papi will cure her? Just kidding…unless))

Requested: A view into the domestic life of Miguel and his love. ((🥰))

Requested: Tio Miguel and Tia Sunny babysit Mayday for the day, even if Miggy didn’t want to. ((Anything with Mayday is accepted here😭🥰🥹))

Requested: Miguel trying to get the attention of his Sunhine, but she keeps getting distracted. ((This one.🥵 is gonna be a little spicy. Not too much because Miguel is already bringing a lot 😏))

Requested: Miggy and Sunny have a shopping day and Miguel isn’t afraid of letting his sol get whatever she wants. ((Sugar daddy moment for spider Papi 🥹🥰))

Requested: Sunny is trying to recover from an injury in Miguel’s apartment and a villain decides to break in. ((👁️👄👁️ <<his face lol))

Requested: A new spider ambushes our favorite couple because she needs help getting back home. Miggy and Sunny soon find out that this spider is actually their child from a different dimension. ((This one right here is prime for some fluff, angst, and maybe Miggy changing his mind about having some babies 👀👀))✅

Requested: On her low days, Sunny just needs a moment of silence even as the world is caving in. ((😭😭))

Sunny lore posts ((because why not?))

General Miguel O’ Hara x Reader

Requested: Miguel with an s/o who gets flustered easily. ((This mf is gonna ruin you all🤭😭🥵))

Requested: Miguel with a Black Cat! S/O oneshot. ((I think I know who the anon is who requested this and I promise bestie I will deliver!!))✅

Requested: Miguel and Reader in a Friends w/ Benefits relationship. ((I’m kinda nervous about this because this will be my first smutty post👉🏻👈🏻))

Surprise post! ((This is a special fanfic I’m writing so y’all get ready.))

Requested: Spiderperson! Reader has to perform a canon event that involves them kissing someone in the iconic spiderman kiss, but they are in a relationship with Miguel ((The drama! 😫 and another Jealous Miguel fanfic?😫🤭))✅

Miguel in a complicated relationship with a Cat Burglar/Black Cat Variant! Reader.

Requested: Headcanon for Miguel with a human reader.✅

#miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara #across the spiderverse #fanfic #spiderman fandom #spiderman x reader #spiderman atsv #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman 2099 smut

[coucous-ballad]

hi guys, i just wanted to take a minute and show some appreciation to some of the writers on this side of tumblr. i know how hard it can be to put out things when you’re not feeling it but you feel pressured to and stuff. or sometimes shit happens in your personal life so you can’t write and stuff. these are a few (not all) of my favs and a fic i like from them (in no particular order):

@tillthelandslide - insufferable asshole will always have such a special place in my heart. it was one of the first fics i read on here and i was waiting for the new chapters when the series was ongoing. and i love going back to reread your other one shots cause they’re all amazing 😭

@lastnightwaskindofablur - literally read any of her pieces cause they’re all so good. legit have read all of her pieces atleast 5 times. she has not put out one bad piece. she was also one of 2 writers who has been able to make me cry due to their amazing writing (guess ill take this pain instead of your name caused me immense pain 🫠)

@awellposhmagazine - literally the fucking queen of blurbs. i die everytime i get to read one of your pieces. genuinely can’t wait to see what you have in store.

@tonguepiercedanyway75 - i’ve loved every single one of your pieces that i’ve been able to read and omfg. they’re not only amazing but you’re putting them out so quickly, you’re super human lol. anyways i can’t wait to read more of your works

@justanamesstuff - the absolute legend who wrote all i need. loved that series and love the rest of your pieces. def worth the time of checking out

@sugar-coat-it - absolutely loved know it’s for the better. and ofc my absolute fav by you being mask kink with kylo ren matty. also LOVE your blurbs, they’re all so good and sort of addicting 😭

#the 1975 #matty healy #george daniel #matty and his bbl #ross macdonald #adam hann #these are just some of my favs atm #i’ll probably make another one in the future with more people #i’ve just been out of the loop a bit in the community #my boss was watching me type all this #started sweating cause i don’t want her to know im a smut enjoyer 😪 #she thinks i’m innocent as fuck

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Songs4Caplan Challenge

Definitely supposed to be on hiatus, but I'd wanted to host another challenge. Please don't let this flop lmao

Rules:

Tag me in the authors notes & send me a message with yuor fic once it's posted! (along with the hashtag so I know which Masterlist to place the fic when I post it)

Please tag the proper warnings before the fic

Can be ANY CHARACTER YOU'D LIKE!!

More than one person can write for the same prompts

RPFs are allowed

If you’d like to write for more than one song, please make them separate fics

the songs are randomly picked from my playlist, so don't judge lol.

Can be however long you’d like the fic to be, however, please be considerate to the folks using the app and place the 'keep reading' feature on your posts!!

PLEASE tag the fic as #songs4caplan so i can easily find your fics!!!

Addicted to you simple plan

Africa Toto 

All downhill from here new found glory 

All for you sister hazel 

All summer long kid Rock 

Alone together fall out boy

Amnesia 5 seconds of summer

Animals maroon 5

As it was Harry styles 

as the world caves in Sarah cothran

Ashes of Eden breaking Benjamin 

Attention Charlie put 

Bad guy Billie eillish 

Bad things jace Everett

Beautiful mistakes maroon 5

Beautiful soul Jesse McCartney 

Before he cheats carrie underwood 

Before you go Lewis capaldi 

Beggin maneskin 

Better than me hinder

Blue ain’t your color Keith urban 

Burn usher 

Car radio twenty one pilots 

Church fall out boy

Climax usher 

Come & get it Selena Gomez 

Count on me Bruno mars 

Criminal Fiona Apple 

Deja vu Olivia rodrigo 

Delicate Taylor swift 

Diary Tino Coury 

Dirty laundry Carrie underwood 

Dirty thoughts Chloe adams 

Don’t call me up Mabel 

Downtown lady a 

Drivers license Olivia rodrigo 

Easy on Adele 

End of me a day to remember 

Every breath you take the police 

Every morning sugar ray 

Everybody hurts r.e.m. 

Fall for you secondhand serenade

Fallin Alicia keys 

Fast car Tracy Chapman 

Flowers Miley Cyrus 

For the first time the script

Forever young alphaville

Forever and ever amen randy Travis

Fuck it Eamon 

Fuck you bitch wheeler walker jr

Ghost of you Justin beiber

Glimpse of us Joji

God gave me you Blake Shelton 

Hate (I really don’t like you) plain white tees

Havana Camilla cabello 

Heart attack Demi lovato 

Heartbreak anniversary giveon 

Heaven Kane brown 

Hello darlin Conway twitty 

Hold on, we’re going on drake 

How do you sleep Jesse McCartney 

Hurt Johnny cash 

I fall apart post Malone 

I miss you blink 182

I see red everybody loves an outlaw 

I wanna be your slave maneskin 

I’m not the only one Sam smith 

I’m the only one Melissa Ethridge 

I’m yours Alessia Cara 

In my blood Shawn Mendes 

It ain’t me baby me Johnny cash 

Jealous nick Jonas 

Just one yesterday fall out boy 

Just the way you are Bruno mars 

Keep Holding On Avril Lavigne 

Killer queen Queen 

The last of the real ones 

Leave  the door open Bruno mars 

Leavin’ Jesse McCartney 

Let her go passenger

Like I can Sam smith

Lips of an angel hinder

Little do you know Alex & sierra 

Little Talks Mumfords & sons

Mama's broken heart Miranda lambert

Man down Rihanna

Misery Maroon 5

My Boo usher & Alicia keys 

Needed Me Rihanna 

Never gonna be alone Nickelback

New Rules Dua Lipa 

Not Over You Gavin DeGraw

Obsessed Mariah Carey

One Call Away Charlie Puth

One More Night Maroon 5

Our Song Taylor Swift

Picture KidRock & Sherry Crow 

PillowTalk Zayn Malik 

Please Don’t Leave Me Pink

Red Taylor Swift 

Remember the time Michael Jackson

Rolling in the deep Adele 

Say My Name Destiny’s Child

Say So Doja Cat 

She’s Got You Patsy Cline

Shower Becky G

Smokin out the Window Bruno Mars 

Someone You Loved Lewis Capaldi

Stay With Me Sam Smith

Take a Bow Rihanna

Take Me to Church Hozier

Take You Dancing Jason Derulo

There’s Nothing Holdin Me Back Shawn Mendes

Title Meghan Trainor

Too Good at Goodbyes Sam Smith

Too Little Too LAte JoJo

Trip Ella Mae

Trouble P!Nk

True Love P!NK

Unfaithful RIhanna

Unholy Sam smith

Unsteady X Ambassadors

Uptown Girl Billy Joel

Wait For You Elliot Yamin

Walk Me Home P!NK

Walkin After Midnight Patsy Cline

Want U Back Cher Lloyd

What a Man Gotta Do Jonas Brothers

What Ifs Kane Brown

Wolves Selena Gomez

Would You Go With Me? Josh Turner

You Found Me The Fray

You Had Me @ Hello A Day to Remember

You Need to Calm Down, Taylor Swift

#songs4caplan #writing #writing prompt #writeblr #nanowrimo 2023

[justwritedreams]

I wanna taste that sugar | Jeno

Jeno x Reader, university au! Word count: 2526 Genre: smut Warning: Sex without protection (don’t do this at home, use it!), language and slight food play. MINORS DON’T INTERACT, THIS IS A +18 STORY Author: Maari Note: You don’t have to read the first part but I recommend. This is filthy okay? I don’t know what I was thinking when I wrote this but yeah and it’s highly based on sugar by youngjae. none of us are that innocent anymore lol Request: hiii just wondering if u could write a part 2 for jeno's we never go out of styleee  

Part one ⪢ NCT Masterlist    

Y/N felt her head weigh and hurt at the same time, eyes feel dry and fingers hurt from typing so much on the keyboard but she needed to finish that assignment as soon as possible. The deadline that the teacher had stipulated for delivery was approaching and she was not even halfway through.

What was wrong with her? She wasn't going to campus frat parties and wasn't even drinking anymore.

Oh right, the problem was her boyfriend and how he seemed to dominate her mind.

Y/N imagined that after Jeno asked her to be his girlfriend, he wouldn't have so much control over her memories, after all, everything would be natural and everyday. How she had been wrong.

She was so into and addicted to Jeno that it didn't look normal.

But she knew it was because she was in love and because her boyfriend was now giving her his all, including facets she could never have imagined.

Like, who knew Jeno was an introvert? Nobody. He was famous on campus, but he still wasn't close to just anyone and just dating him, she could see it.

And she wouldn't complain, she was so happy!

She had the most wonderful, caring, amazing, romantic man she could have met in college. She was just a little bit too in love with him.

She took a deep breath, stretching in the chair and massaging the back of her neck with a hand as she heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" she spoke loudly and returned the spoon to the jar of nutella.

Figuring that was her best friend, she didn't even turn around to make sure she was right.

She heard footsteps approaching behind her and suddenly the wet lips she knew so well planted a long kiss on the back of her neck, making her shiver and jump out of the chair.

“Oh Jeno.” she turned to find the boy smiling as she brought the other hand up to her chest that throbbed against her palm. "You scared me!"

“A kiss for your thoughts.” he spoke, keeping to his feet behind her.

"Don't do this!" she brought her hand back, pushing him up the torso, making him laugh. “You can't distract me now. I'm busy."

Jeno snorted and she heard him throw himself onto her bed, next to the table she was on, glancing up and she saw he wasn't in his cycling gear.

“Weren't you going to ride a bike with Jaemin?” she asked without taking her eyes off the laptop screen.

"He is sleeping!" he complained and Y/N laughed lightly, typing another sentence. "I slammed the lids of the frat pots in his ear and he didn't wake up, sedentary."

She shook her head, told her boyfriend that none of his friends seemed to want to get out of bed at 7am to ride a bike, but he didn't listen.

"You should call Jaehyun." she spoke, erasing the paragraph she had typed.

It sucked and she couldn't concentrate.

"He didn't sleep at the fraternity and apparently neither did your friend."

It wasn't until the mention of Jeno that Y/N stopped to realize that her friend really hadn't come back last night.

She'd been so busy with her homework the night before that she hadn't even stopped to think about her friend.

"I didn't even notice." she spoke quietly and leaned back in her chair, picking up the spoon once more with a large amount of nutella and bringing it to her mouth.

“Are you eating this straight?” Jeno asked, shocked and that was the first time she turned to face him.

"I like that way." she shrugged and went back to looking at her notebook, not knowing what to do.

"Now it's explained."

"What?" she looked back at him, curious.

Jeno was smirking and she raised her eyebrow, waiting for the answer.

"Why you're so sweet."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head.

"Serious? Are you flirting with this one on me?” she asked, frowning and Jeno scratched the back of his head.

"It was bad?"

“A little corny.” she replied, going back to get some more nutella and heard Jeno get out of bed and approach her. "And we're already dating, you don't have to try to win me over."

You've done it anyway, she thought.

"I like to see your face getting red." he replied proudly.

Y/N rolled her eyes and brought the spoon back to her mouth, not knowing how to respond to him.

"Give me some." he asked and she looked at him, Jeno was carrying a pout so cute that she wanted to bite it but instead while the nutella was still falling apart in her mouth, she put the spoon back in the pot and took a quantity, the intention was to take it to the Jeno's mouth but he was faster.

Jeno took advantage when she turned her head towards him and instead of picking up the spoon, he held on either side of her face and simply kissed her, taking her by surprise and automatically opening her mouth when she felt his tongue ask for passage.

Y/N moaned at the contact, closing her eyes and surrendering, feeling her entire body tingle as his tongue danced a slow, sensual rhythm inside her mouth.

She tried to keep up with the pace but the position didn't favor her, her head was too high and she lost her breath faster than she wanted to, Jeno took the opportunity to bite her lower lip and brought it to him, making her squeak.

"I have to finish this." She spoke, eyes still closed and Jeno chuckled against her face, rubbing his nose all the way down.

"You sure about that?" he questioned, bringing his mouth to her ear and took a light bite, she shivered once more.

She was only sure of one thing and it had absolutely nothing to do with her course assignment.

Oh fuck it.

Y/N rose from the chair, pressing her body against Jeno's, grabbing the back of his head and bringing his lips back to hers. Their kiss was more desperate, mouths open as he sucked on Y/N's tongue and collected all the nutella taste that was still imbued in her. Jeno took the opportunity to grab her around the waist with one arm, taking the spoon out of her hand with his free hand and put her on the table she should be studying, Y/N felt something hit her ass and a song started to play, causing the two to move away in fright.

He smirked at her as the excited beat of Sugar filled the room, Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"What a coincidence." he spoke, lifting the spoon he was still holding. "It seems like we'll always have music playing in the background."

Y/N smiled, biting her lip then and saw Jeno bring the spoon up to her neck, leaving a trail of nutella on her skin causing her to tip her head to the side in anticipation, and shiver with excitement when Jeno brought his mouth to the place with the nutella, sucking hard on her skin and moving his tongue to remove any trace of the candy.

She just closed her eyes, feeling her body completely yield to Jeno's mouth on her skin, and gripped the table tightly as she felt her insides throb.

“I feel guilty, you know?” he spoke against her skin and she giggled. "It feels like I'm corrupting you, getting in the way of your studies, but I can't help it." Oh if he only knew…” You’re so delicious.”

Y/N shivered and swallowed a loud groan.

Hearing it next to her ear was very sensual and only made her get even wetter.

“Jeno…” she wanted to say so much but didn't have the strength, just calling his name came out in a breathless whisper.

She felt hotter than usual and needed to feel his body against hers but all he did was pull away completely, making her open her eyes.

“Do you still want to study?” he asked, feigning an innocence that irritated her.

Studying? Who was thinking of studying now?

“If you don't kiss me now, I swear to God-” she was interrupted by Jeno's lips colliding with hers.

Releasing the table, she grabbed Jeno's shoulder with both hands and heard him throw the spoon clumsily on the table so that his free hands gripped her thighs, positioning himself between them, he lifted her off the table, clinging to her hip and Y/N sighed against his hungry lips as she realized he was also starting to get aroused, so it was hard to control the urge to rub her hips against his.

That seemed to give Jeno gas to get her to bed faster, grunting along the way. He laid her down on the mattress and covered her body with his own, each piece feeling the heat he gave off as he devoured her mouth and Y/N felt her lungs fail but she didn't want him to pull away.

She took her hands to his back in a desperate way and started pulling the shirt he was wearing up, he got the message and didn't torture her like he used to, pulled away enough and broke the kiss so that the piece was throw far away.

However, he didn't continue the kiss, in fact he directed his lips to Y/N's neck again and she grabbed his back, scratching the skin as his tongue started to leave a wet path, causing the spot that pulsed between her legs to get bigger.

So she started rubbing her hips towards Jeno's, it wasn't too difficult to get what she wanted as the bodies mixed together. This made him stop distributing kisses and lift his torso, resting his hands on either side of Y/N, he stared at her for a second until he lifted the shirt she was wearing and took it off completely.

Jeno then began to distribute more kisses on the newly exposed skin and Y/N moaned softly, grabbing the back of his neck feeling her heart beat so much faster as he got close to her breasts, she knew he could probably feel it in his mouth.

He took off her bra without looking and without stopping the kisses, and when he spent his sweet time on her right nipple while his hand played with the left one, she grabbed his hair and went back to rubbing her hips against his.

But even though she was impatient because she felt that Jeno was as needy as she was, that he wanted to be inside her soon, he didn't comply so easily.

In fact, he spent quite a bit of time kissing and sucking her breasts, seeing how much mercy she was, and then began to get down. He kissed her belly, placing a soft kiss on the little mole on her hip bone and his fingers reached the sweatpants she was wearing.

Y/N felt anxiety consume her, opening her eyes and seeing Jeno smile mischievously while holding her gaze, when the piece of clothing came out she felt a chill in her stomach with the way he stared at her panties which by that point were already soaked, and she couldn't even be embarrassed because he had a glint of pride in his eyes.

She was about to say something when his fingers gently found her wet spot, making her practically choke on her own saliva and a slightly louder moan came out.

Now unable to grab the back of his neck or his hair, she had to grip the mattress so hard that her fingertips ached but she didn't care, not when Jeno's slowly torturous touch took all the air she'd regained.

“Stop teasing.” she complained softly and he laughed lightly.

“Without suffering there is no achievement.” he replied, adjusting her legs so they were braced between his shoulders. "I thought you already knew that."

“You son of a…” Before she could swear, he pushed her panties away and started licking her spot that needed attention the most and would now have completely from Jeno's lips. "...bitch." she moaned the word, closing her eyes tightly and feeling weak in her legs.

Unlike the slow rhythm he took with her breasts, now Jeno devoured her precisely. His tongue collecting the sweetness from her as if it were as tasty as the nutella now forgotten by the two of them and all she could do was moan his name over and over as he drove her crazy.

Her flesh throbbed so hard and she felt the arousal trail from the beginning of her belly to the tips of her toes hit like a lightning, and then she reached her climax moaning breathlessly but Jeno continued sucking her but at a slower pace and then kissed her thighs as she tried to catch her breath releasing the mattress and her fingers complained about the strength she had used.

He hugged her again, making her shiver as she felt how close he was to finally entering her, he kissed her chin before leaning their foreheads together and adjusting so he could torture her with the slowness of his thrust, he had a teasing smile and it took so long to be inside her that Y/N crossed her legs against his back and pulled him in deeper.

She closed her eyes again as felt him hot and hard inside her, heard him grunt and began to move, in a little faster thrusts but still not what she wanted. However, knowing Jeno, she knew he was doing it on purpose so she buried her face in his neck and bit the skin as he started to go faster.

She felt fulfilled, in every way, and light. She had no worries when she was with him, she just wanted to feel and hear their hips bumping against each other. Jeno's heavy breathing against her skin and the way he possessively gripped her waist was enough for her to lose herself in the lustful dance of their bodies.

She just pulled her face away from Jeno's neck to moan loudly when she was close to reaching out once more and opened her eyes to find Jeno's intense eyes already staring at her, he had a slightly frowning brow and she knew he was so close as she so began to distribute wet kisses over his face while scratching his back.

He called her name a few times and she clenched her jaw to hold back another groan as she peaked before Jeno, but it wasn't long before she was joined, both bodies shaking and sweating. Y/N hugged Jeno around his neck as he sighed against her skin and let his body weight fall onto hers, neither of them moving right away.

Jeno placed a kiss on her collarbone before getting off her lying on her side Y/N was now looking at the ceiling trying to catch her breath.

“You’re so much sweeter than nutella.”

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[j0kers-light]

Do you think joker is the type to chill with a toothpick in his mouth? Or y/n makes him have that instead of a cigar if she’s ever not in the mood for his smoking lol

Hmm good question anon! 🤔Toothpicks can turn into a weapon so I think that’s plausible. I got carried away answering this ask lol more details below anon! 🖤✨

When Joker isn’t smoking, I personally hc him fighting the craving with sugar. Lots ands lots of sugar.

He’s probably sucking on a FunDip stick or some kind of sucker. It makes him look like a kid, but the juxtaposition of him eating candy while slicing a person’s throat is wild. I think it’s cute for Joker to have a plethora of knives and other weapons stuffed in his pockets along with his (and your) favorite candy. Let’s talk scenarios!

He digs through his pockets and you hear metal against metal, (you know what that is) and you begin to fear the worse until he offers you a jolly rancher. “Want one, Sugar?”

Or another scenario!

The rare instance Joker let you come to a hideout meeting. You’re sitting in J’s lap, absolutely shocked at the rowdy crew opposing him when he takes his sucker out of his mouth and shoves it into yours. “Hold that for me, doll.” He sets you down in his chair and skips away.

He proceeds to yell and kill some of his men while you’re left nursing his sucker. It tastes pretty good.

J knows you don’t like him smoking and his sugar addiction is just as bad. You try and find healthier alternatives to manage his cravings but he won’t budge. J wont quit smoking and he loves sugar too much. 😑😑

He boasts that his Sugar (ahem you) is a ‘healthy alternative’… so kisses from you help reduce his cravings. That or eating you ou—

I forgot it’s morning time. Can’t be a slut this early in the day 🙃

He probably has a piece of candy in his mouth right now and doesn’t want it to fall out 🤣

#thanks anon! #thanks for the ask! #joker loves sweets #his sweet tooth is insane #all he needs is you 👀

[lexyychinchillaa]

my school has a wrirers club and im part of it. todays thing was you have 2 minutes to write something, then pass the page to the person on your left and then 2 minutes to write on the next page so everyone has written something on everyones page. mine started as a broadchurch fanfic cuz im so original and... heres the final thing (different color means new person)

Alec woke up. He groaned as he got out of bed. It was early. He walked into the kitchen and made a cup of tea.

He finished the tea, got dressed, and left for work.

Alec walked into his office to find Ellie sitting, waiting for him.

He knew this was coming. He owed her too much money and now she'd come to collect. She sat in his chair with her head held high as she examined his desk.

Ellie curbed stomped (?) Alec and demanded he pay her back the 12 billion robux which Alec had spent on his super cute gothic lolita Roblox avatar.

She threw up all over him (tf???) in distress. He cried and gave her the Roblox password. Ellie scammed the shit out of Alec's card and bought Peter Griffin in (unintelligible). Ellie bought all the Fortnite emotes next. She was on a roll. She loved the idea of Alec becoming bankrupt (lmao). AND BANKRUPT ALEC SHALL BE(😭). Ellie was a sugar addict and her latest dose was making her crazy. (how did they write so much lol)

"Oh no, I hate being crazy." She said manically. Then she did a backflip (ELLIE'S GOT SKILLS) to illustrate her instability. However, she didn't think about how previously incompetent she was at gymnastics. She fell. It hurt (no shit), but the pain and mania created the perfect blend to allow her to be brought back to the present.

Ellie continued to buy more Fortnite emotes and skins. Especially The Weeknd. He looked mighty fine in that suit. (HELP???)Ellie whistled.

Ellie then went to Molly's(who tf is molly) and gave her a Fortnite skin to wear. She was obsessed. Molly staged an intervention but it did not succeed, as Ellie started throwing bricks on the ground (why lmao) and hopping in the air before flopping away.

Suddenly, Beethoven appeared (HELP LMAO??? BEETHOVEN WAS IN EVERY STORY NO JOKE). He was very evil. He wanted to impede the protagonist's goals (plot twist: there are no goals except to buy fortnite shit). How sinister.

Beethoven got into a fight with Karkat Vanks, from the hit webcomic Homestuck (ok free promo for homestuck ig. idk ive never read it). Karkat won, beheading Beethoven and spitting on his dead body (WHAT). Karkat then bit Beethoven in half and disappeared (tf-). The End!!!

basically the take away is never owe ellie any robux and never let anyone finish your story!

(wtf happened to alec and ellie lmao. whos molly??? WHY WAS BEETHOVEN THERE???)

#broadchurch #alec hardy #ellie miller #help #school #writers on tumblr #writing #writeblr

[mezmer]

Oh the war is freaking on, tumblrinas. I'm kidding this is just annoying asf. My partner's best friend goes to get his hair cut by my sister in law (no idea why, she's fucked up all of our hairs before. I think he does it to gossip) and she apparently talks about me lol. Of course John waited months to tell me what his best friend said. I guess one time, she said "I don't know what she thinks she's going to accomplish with that diet. Does she think it's going to heal her brain from the drug overdoses?"

PROBABLY DUMBASS IT AINT GONNA HEAL FROM MCDONALD'S YOU DUMB FUCK! What fucking diet too? The diet of Not Eating Trash Diet? Same woman whose daughter is physically addicted to sugar and cries when she can't have anything with sugar in it. Ketchup, Popsicle, cookies, PB and J, cakes, and pizza. In 4 years I've known her, she refuses to eat anything else. The girl has chronic health issues and they "don't know what's wrong with her". Ok well. I'm sorry you feel that way because you are just too fucking dumb lol

#SIL weighs over 250 lbs. #every fucking time

[sorastage]

crying to prank mammon :(

warnings but not really // mammon is a massive tsundere, no gender mention, mams is a gambling aaaaadict, light sw*****g

mammon <3

alright, it’s been at least… seven hundred and forty-two days one day where you have had to suffer, struggle and strive to survive without mammon’s love and attention. why is he not paying any attention to you??

does anyone need to point it out…

it’s clearly those diavolo-forsaken online poker games.

endlessly bored, you’re scrolling on fabsnap.

there’s a girl that’s made a ‘prank’ video where she cries to see who really loves her.

have you just seen the greatest idea of all time?

a few minutes after rubbing your eyes as aggressively as you could, you knock on his door.

“hellllloooooooo???” you caaaall out, trying your best to sound broken and upset.

“mc? hurry up and get inside, i’m trying to focus here.”

okay, a bit of ignorance mixed with attitude, but you’re about to fix that.

you BASHHHH the door wide open!

…

he didn’t notice..?

you stand in confusion.

alright...

time to go all out!

full on. seven year old. style tantrum.

rolling on the floor. screaming and flailing. your throat will probably be sore from this exertion for a while.

finally, the gambling addict notices and drops his phone and runs to your side, but you’re too busy to notice because you’re currently wailing like a seven year old.

mammon grabs your waist and shakes you as much as he can and you slowly come to a standstill.

breathing heavily, eyes red. he asks you,

“what the actual fuck is wrong with you?”

this question surprises you. you were expecting a response as sweet as honey, sweet sugar dripping from his voice. but this is somehow, really, really, reaaaaally funny.

you explode into laughter and you cannot be stopped. there is no warning for the unknown sounds that came from your voice box.

“mc… what’s wrong? why are you laughing? what’s funny? why were you sad? are you alright?”

soooooo many questions, they only fuel the laughter.

you definitely have his attention now. he’s suddenly all worried at your bipolar behaviour but he couldn’t have cared less a few minutes ago…

you start to relax. you breathing steadies and you try your best to explain what happened.

“crying… fake… prank… you’re worried… your gambling isn’t so important now… haha…”

oh.

mammon starts to understand.

he doesn’t look very happy.

“so the great mammon is just a joke to you?! well, it’s not like i cared anyway! you can cry all you want next time and i’ll never ever ever ever help you ever again! see how you like that, dumb human!” mammon grumbles and walks back to his phone, inspecting it for damage.

yes. because that is a believable sentence from mammon.

maybe it’s enough bullying mammon for now.

maybe.

“since you don’t care at all… i’m going to ask lucifer to help me find some sore throat medicine.”

as you strut out of his room, you hear clambering down the stairs.

typical.

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i am very lazy it has taken me very long to write another story lol. i guess good things take time but this is a little incoherent to me so i hope it made sense.

thanks for reading innit.

#shall we date mammon #om! mammon #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me fluff #mammon x you #obey me gender neutral mc

[eldritch-spouse]

my opinion on these silly little seven deadly sins characters

rinx- I will be a mfing sugar baby for him so fast I love money and little trinkets please rinx I'll be so obedient pls-

vesper- I'm so scared of him he sends a chill down my spine I'm so sorry he's hot but terrifying

zizz- probably the best option for me ngl I love sleeping but I am not a fan of being a Dom sorry bud

klaymir- I LOVE HIM I WANT TO BITE HIM SO BAD HE LOOKS LIKE RED VELVET 10/10 my bbygorl I want his knot

cero- I honestly don't know how to feel about him like he's hot?????? but not affectionate enough for me and is a bit too mean?? but that's kinda hot???? confused

vorticia- I want to sleep on her tail big lady :] she's very pretty and I want to feed her snacks

livius- HES SO SILLY LOOKING BUT SUCH A BITCH BOY AAGGGGGGHHHHHHHH I HATE HIM great character but very punchable also vaguely splendorman vibes or maybe that just me lol

That's all Rinx wants to hear, honestly. If you can't love him the way he craves, then he'll at least make sure you're so dazzled that you become entirely addicted to a lifestyle only he can provide for you.

Are you the same person that spoke about Vesper's eyes being scary? It sounds like it. I actually think he's more clownish than scary. In early sketching phases I actually called him "Boo Boo The Fuck Fool". Hot and terrifying? Great combo, in my opinion.

Zizz is more popular than I thought he'd be. You don't necessarily need to be a dom, but you'll do plenty of the work at times, unless you can stand his snail's pace.

Do bite Kalymir! :) His skin looks soft, but that's not quite reality. I never drew this, but he can sprout bone matter on his back, arms, legs and even around his chest if he's truly agitated.

Cero is shit at showing affection usually, you have to yield a lot for him to finally not feel threatened by the idea of displaying love. He has the potential to be as loving as he is acidic.

Please feed Vorticia grapes while she's draped on her huge chaise-longue, that's all she wants.

I didn't intend for Livius to be like Splendor in the least, and to me they're quite different, but I see where you're coming from. He's the silliest King in Hell, also the most scathing little whore you'll ever meet.

#Cero oc #Vesper oc #Zizz oc #Vorticia oc #Rinx oc #Kalymir oc #Livius oc

[bludazey]

hiii, I know you’re super busy and not currently working on HIWYTSL but I was wondering if you had any fun headcanons about that fic?!can’t stop thinking about Them-other bella/jasper fics just don’t hit right for me lol. if not I totally understand!!

Ooh!

Okay. I'm not sure how "fun" this head-canon is, but I had a blast exploring the Cullens and their "eating-disorder"-esque behavior when it came to their diets. In HIWYTSL, vampires who consume human blood do not have issues with control or thirst (once out of their newborn phase, of course.)

Here's a snippet that highlights this (Chapter 15):

"I'm not saying that. I just—it seems that there are two paths here. Those who drink from humans, and those who prefer animals." "Wrong," he refuted. "Both consume human blood. One voluntarily, the other involuntarily." That was surely an interesting perspective. "You're saying the Cullens slip occasionally?" "The Cullens believe that they have a choice," he explained. "But I don't believe so. Every cell in their bodies demands the nutrients from human blood. Yet, they choose to hunt animals. I believe that this restriction has caused a psychological shift in their ability to control themselves." "Really?" That would certainly explain Jasper's control advantage. He paused. "Let's talk about chocolate—that had been a good comparison had it not?" Bella nodded, and he continued, "The Cullens are humans that have messed up their hunger cues with severe dietary restrictions. It has caused this incessant addiction to chocolate—to sugar—that whenever they're around it, they simply cannot resist." "It's an eating disorder," Bella said, understanding. "That's my theory."

I also had a great time exploring mating in this story. In the story's head-canon, mates aren't granted, they are created. There is a ritual in which both partners agree upon to tie them with a mating bond, and it's one of the main conflicts within the story.

From Chapter 21:

She shot him a small smirk. "Let's start with your own definition. How would you define a mate?" Resting his elbows on the table before him, he steepled his fingers. "A mate is an equal." Simple, okay. "Can you have more than one?" "No. There can only be one bond." She turned her back to him, eyes absently scanning the spines of the countless books that lined the walls. "Alright. So, a monogamous relationship?" "Correct." "You said that you get to choose your mate. How does that work?" "You do just that. You choose. If agreed by both individuals, there's a simple ritual that is performed that binds the two together." She took a sip from her cup. "Just like getting married, right?" Although she quickly remembered that Edward had told that mates went deeper than simply marriage. "No," Jasper refuted. "Marriage is nothing but a written contract that can be easily broken. When we mate, we mate until death." "'Til death do us part." She turned around with a smile. "Sounds like marriage to me." He shook his head at her. "You cannot divorce a mate." "Well, what if you can't work it out?" "The bond only breaks upon death. If one partner dies, the bond is dissolved."

I really do hope to return to this story soon :) Thank you so much for reading!

#twilight #jasper/bella #jasper whitlock #twilight fanfiction #fanfiction

[faithintheunknownsblog]

A/n: I only came up with this list bc I already had Integra’s favorite ice cream flavor canoned in my mind so I figured I make a list lol

Hellsing’s Favorite Ice Cream Flavors

Sir Integra: Mint chocolate chip, with no shame about it

Alucard: Acts like he is too good for ice cream- and sweets in general- but will eat literally any ice cream as long as it isn’t mint, you can not have sweets around him

Seras: Strawberry and she makes sure she gets all the chunks

Walter: Butterscotch (the old man without a doubt carries around the hard candies too)

Pip: Cookie Dough

Penwood: He can’t have ice cream anymore because it drives up his blood sugar 😢

Anderson: Coffee (he without a doubt lives and breaths coffee, if Alucard hadn’t of killed him his caffeine addiction would have)

Maxwell: Pistachio (mother fucking psycho path)

Heinkel: Black Cherry

Yumi: Sweet Mango Mochi

The Major: Vanilla (basic bitch)

Doc: Hot fudge sundaes with all the fixings

Luke: Vanilla (another basic bitch)

Jan: He doesn’t care for ice cream, get him a blue raspberry slushies

The Captain: Chocolate (I am not even going to lie I am only doing this out of irony since dogs aren’t supposed to have chocolate)

Dandy Man: Vanilla Gelato (less of a basic bitch but still basic)

Schrödinger: He doesn’t like ice cream because the first time he had it he ate it too fast and got a brain freeze so now he’s scared of it

Rip: Cheesecake but she adds gummy bears to it

Zorin: Rum Raisin

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #hellsing fandom #hellsing fanfiction #hellsing organization #millennium #hellsing iscariot #hellsing ova #alucard #hellsing alucard #sir integra #sir integra fairbrook wingates hellsing #seras victoria #alexander anderson #enrico maxwell #heinkel wolfe #the major #rip van winkle #luke valentine #jan valentine #walter hellsing #pip bernadotte #the captain #zorin blitz #schrödinger #yumiko takagi #tubalcain alhambra #the doctor #hellsing headcanons #hellsing shitpost

[kweenkday]

fic scribbler reintroduction I guess.

Hiiiii. So, I recently changed my ao3 user name (yes, again, let's not talk about it). Sorry, the old jaydreamz can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, 'cause she's dead 🎶 (lol I really wanted to do that).

ANYWAY. I decided to go through my ao3 and link my 10 top-kudoed fics here. So, yeah. Same delulu, different font kinda thing.

Somebunny To Love

The Photo Strip Predicament

Was Sorta Hopin' That You'd Stay

Inked Petals

North Star

I Know You From A Nightmare

I Will Find You Here Inside The Dark

The Other Side Of Nothing

Addicted To Disaster

Spun Sugar Truths

#aftg #all for the game #aftg fic #my stuff #identity crisis vol 73