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facioleeknow · 17 hours

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The art of pleasure ch.1

Caress ° Bang Chan

When one girl in your class makes fun of you for being a virgin at a party, you are left distraught. It's only natural that you decide to whine about it to your best friend, Bang Chan; but he does more than lending a shoulder to cry on, he comes up with a solution. He and his 7 friends will help you and teach you all about the pleasure of the flesh. What could go wrong?

Genre: College AU, SMUT 18+ ONLY wc: 1431

Warnings: fraternity skz, inexperienced reader, experienced chan and stray kids, kissing, frat party, a bitch, insecurities

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A/N: Hello, thank you so much for the support on this series!! This chapter is pretty tame BUT IT IS THE FIRST, so don't worry about it!! Channie girls don't worry he's gonna get some later ;)

Another semester. Another party at the only frat house on campus, it was nothing out of the ordinary. The usual room filled with flowing alcohol and the usual people, dancing to the usual songs. You’re sure it might be the idea of fun of some of the people that surrounded you but not yours, obviously not yours. That was why you were the only unusual thing in there. You weren’t a party animal, you weren’t so extroverted as to go to a party to have fun. Unfortunately it was also your best friend’s birthday who happened to be the president of the fraternity, so you really couldn’t have said no to his invitation.

The scene in front of you shifted. A drunk girl started approaching you.

“Oh my god, Y/N! You’re here, I’m so happy to see you,” the girl, from one of your classes, threw her arms around you and squeezed tightly. The feeling of her foreign body pressed against yours made you shiver uncomfortably.

“Oh, c’mon Y/Nnie, loosen up a little!” Alice said with a sly slime. Before you could commit murder in cold blood in front of your whole year, your two (out of three) friends pulled you away into a more secluded area of the room. In front of you laid a messy circle of people, intently focused on a spinning bottle.

‘Yuck’

“I can't believe people still play spin the bottle at their old age,” Shuhua mumbled as disgusted as you.

“You read my mind,Shu.”

“Omg Y/Nnie! You want to play spin the bottle? Wouldn't it be embarrassing tho? Since you're a virgin at your big age,” Alice fell into a fit of giggles, soon followed by her friends.

“God, she cannot be serious,” you whispered to your friends while you all collectively side-eyed the bitch. And that was exactly what she was, nothing other than a bitch. But then why was your face burning in shame and your heart racing? Why were your palms sweating so much? You shouldn't have been that affected but you were.

For the whole night you couldn’t help but think about Alice's words, because no matter how spiteful they were and how much of a bitch she was, they were also true. You were a virgin “at your big age”, but that had never bothered you until you had entered college. Never in your life had you seen so many people get involved with each other and in some ways you felt pushed aside and in the dark about this magical new world that everybody had already discovered, everybody but you.

The red solo cup in your hands wrinkled slightly under your fingertips as you squeezed it. You shouldn’t have been thinking about those things, why were you hyperfocusing right now?

“You’re supposed to collect the cups, babygirl, not strangle them,”a masculine voice pulled you out of your train of thoughts. Bang Chan, the birthday boy and your best friend. You and Chan had known each other since your first year of college, he had saved you from making a fool out of yourself the first day and walked you to your lecture hall. Since then he had stuck by your side and helped you make some new friends even if you were extremely picky with people.

“Ew, Christopher, I told you not to call me that,” you grimaced at the cringey name. He just giggled.

“I know, but I like annoying you too much,” another giggle. A small smile threatened to break your “angry” facade, this carefree side of him was a rare sight and the fact that he was showing it to you was making you giddy.

His warm hands snatched the trash bag away from you before clasping around your smaller ones.

“Seriously, what is going on?”

Lying wasn’t an option, he was way too observant for his own good, he always knew when you lied even when you didn’t yourself. You scoffed.

“Just something Alice said,'' and with that you tried to grab the bag from behind him to resume your job. No movement, he had an iron grip on you.

“What did she say?”

“Just her usual nagging, you know how she is,” you tugged and tried to get away from his grip to no avail.

“Tell me,” he wasn’t asking and that was obvious to the both of you.

“She said that it’s embarrassing to be a virgin at my big age.”

Chan finally let your hands fall to your sides and in exchange wrapped his arms around you and squished you against his chest.

“Bitch, she shouldn’t have been here, she wasn’t invited,” his chest rumbled with his words, “I’m sorry Y/N, I hope you know she’s in the wrong.”

With your arms wrapped around Chan and your face squished against his chest, with the gentleness of his voice caressing you, you found it hard to lie so you just stayed silent.

“Oh baby, don’t think about it, okay? She’s wrong and there is nothing wrong with you. Let’s go to bed, I can clean up tomorrow morning.”

For the whole night you tossed and turned with always the same thought in you mind, hoping not to wake Chan who was sleeping soundly next to you for once.It was no surprise that early in the morning you felt exhausted, your limbs were heavy and your mind was foggy, but you still couldn’t fall asleep.

“Did you sleep at all? I heard you move around a lot,” Christopher groaned next to you, his arm lazily draped over your middle.

“Sorry,” you tried to utter in your half dead state.

“I had an idea while I was sleeping,” he dragged your body against his and started to gently rub your arm to ease you to sleep. You only hummed in response.

“You should let me and the kids teach you about sex, you know us and we’re good people, we would never push you to do anything. We can take anything at your own pace, we’ll teach you well,” he spoke like he was saying the most natural thing in the world and not suggesting you get passed between him and his other seven friends. Sensing your confusion, Chan gently shushed you and started rubbing your arm again.

“Think about it, we can talk about it when you wake up.”

A witty response was about to come out of your mouth but darkness enveloped you like a hug. Chan hugged you tighter to his chest and sighed. ‘That went well’, he thought.

When you woke up, a blinding light was filtering through the window. Damn Christopher who never closed the blinds.

“Good morning,” the said man chirped happily from next to you. The moment you laid your eyes on him, the conversation from that morning resurfaced to your mind. The frantic beating of your heart sent a shot of adrenaline through you.

“I take it you remember what I asked you,” he put his phone back on his nightstand to fully give you his attention.

“Chris..” you started but he swiftly interrupted you.

“We’re not doing it out of pity, we are all attracted to you, we wouldn’t make it awkward and if you refuse it’s gonna be like it never happened,” Chris answered all of your questions like he could read your mind. You were confused, your heart (and your vagina) wanted to say yes but your head told you to refuse.

‘Fuck it, stop thinking.’

“Okay, let’s do it.” Chris stayed silent, only your synced breaths could be heard in the room. The tension was thick and full of desire.

“Can I kiss you, pretty girl? Just a kiss and you can stop me anytime you want.”

“Yes, please.” With that Chris pulled you in his lap in mere seconds and attached your lips together. He wasted no time and pushed his tongue in your mouth, still his movements were gentle and slow just like yours were slow and hesitant. His whole persona dripped in gentle dominance, it made you hot and sweat and made your pussy throb. His hands roamed your body and tentatively groped around, testing your limits. Your lips moved more and more confidently the more time they were attached to Chan’s.

Your lungs burned from the lack of air but you didn’t care, you were drunk on his touch, his taste, you were drunk on him.

Chan was the first to break the kiss and immediately giggled when you tried to kiss him again.

“Patience baby, we have a lot of time.”

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holyjongs · 2 days

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forgive me, father

priest!wonwoo headcanons

topics/warnings: blasphemy, light dacryphilia, worship, bondage, spanking, finger fucking, name calling, dumbification

a/n: this is totally not proofread so i apologize for any errors.... trying something a little different this time! enjoy you freaks

wc: 550

• wonwoo who would wait for your presence at mass every sunday. for you to sit in the front pew in a dress far too short for church standards. for you to smile at him with your beautiful eyes when he handed you your communion. your slightly parted lips speaking "amen" after he blesses you.

no matter how hard he prayed to the lord in his small quarters in the church every night, he couldnt shake the thought of pleasuring you. he had an innate and almost primal desire to throw you around and make sure you knew who you belonged to.

• wonwoo who, every time you kneeled during service, was flooded with thoughts of you kneeling before him. praying to him.

• wonwoo who would make you call him father as he mercilessly pounds you with his fingers

• wonwoo who would make you hold onto his rosary as he fucks every prayer out of you until you're nothing but a mumbling fool

"however many you can pray is how long im gonna fuck you for tonight baby."

• wonwoo whos dark and ominous aura always kind of scared you, but it nonetheless made you that much more needy for him

• wonwoo who would wear his collar while he pounded you because he knew you found it attractive

• wonwoo who knows he has you wrapped around his finger so he makes you beg and plead for him

• wonwoo who would call you his good girl, baby, doll one second and then immediately switch to filthy slut, whore, etc

• wonwoo who wanted you to worship him just as he had worshipped god his whole life

he wanted to be your god. who you came to when you had doubts, worries, or even a bad day. he wanted to give solutions to any problem you may have. he wanted you to see him in a light of glory and adoration as if he was the perpetual force in your life.

• wonwoo who wanted to watch as tears fell down your cheeks. for whatever reason you were crying, he didnt care. he would slowly rub your cheek with his soft palm and wipe away your tears tenderly, trying to ignore his bulge growing by the second.

if you happen to start crying when he's fucking the life out of you; he'll flip you over where your faces are barely grazing each other and take the sight in. he loved to watch how good he made you feel.

• wonwoo who grew to never find your relationship as blasphemous. although he had made a pact to devote his life to god, his need for you grew stronger than that every day. was that so bad?

• wonwoo who made sure you couldn't do anything without him. saying things like "you're such a good slut. not knowing what to do without your heavenly father."

"thats right princess you wouldn't know anything if it werent for me"

"fuck yourself dumb on my cock baby i want to hear nothing but you praying to me"

• wonwoo who found anything and everything leather to use on you. whips, gags, the whole deal.

• wonwoo who would spank you as punishment. bent over his knee, sometimes making sure to go slow so you could count. other times going too fast to invoke tears from you.

#wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #wonwoo headcanons #wonwoo hard hours #wonwoo hard thoughts #jeon wonwoo smut #seventeen imagines #seventeen headcanons #svt hard thoughts #svt imagines

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aveloka-draws · 2 days

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I'm not even that interested in boyfailure squid but

ngh

anyway.

(Pre-apology for the ramble, but you seem to enjoy these, so.)

Another ask was about how in this comic Kallaboy could've been suddenly feeling love from a mortal perspective, and I agree, but also disagree.

It's not that I think CotL gods don't experience love the same way, but that when mortal lives are so short compared to their own, it's hard for that love to be practiced the same way. It's a bit different when you love someone who may as well be gone the next day to a god, vs when mortals decide to spend a percentage of their limited lifetime together with a partner.

I could see this scene as Kallamar being uncomfortably and forcefully aware of mortal instincts and how it likely strengthens his natural cowardliness and fears of death, and him assuming that's also how all other mortals feel due to lack of or outdated experience being one.

I bet Kallaboy was planning this whole scenario out before enacting it, deciding that since he's experiencing mortal fear of death, that Saleos would be experiencing it the same way. He's not taking into account how Saleos has acted towards his own death before, nor the ways in which others loyal to a god might offer their lives to their god.

In short, Kallamar is being incredibly mortal, by forgetting that mortals vary wildly based on personality and other things like devotion.

Before this scene, I bet he'd likely expect some posturing, a bit of threatening, but no actual follow through happening. Either assuming his own threatening/words would be enough to get the result, even if Saleos was unwilling--or he's expecting to not have to care about the follow through. Just because he loves someone doesn't mean their eventual death isn't just something mundane and expected to a god, which is still sees himself as, right? He might have been expecting some feelings around betrayal, if he had to really push Saleos to shift back to worship of him, but nothing like what actually happened in this scene.

How Saleos immediately goes for the sacrifice, so quick that Kallamar barely has time to make the injury nonfatal, slams it home that Kallaboy 1) miscalculated BADLY, 2) almost lost someone who is incredibly useful to him, but also he cares deeply for, and 3) oh shit, he CARES like a mortal cares about whether someone lives or dies--which again, another miscalculation. His OWN death isn't the only death he's worried about now.

I think Kallamar here is experiencing a ton of mind/body betrayal in this scene, I mean his heart is probably going a mile a minute when he's unused to it reacting at all. I'm sure this is all hammering home that he is mortal, but woefully uneducated in How To Mortal.

Basically, imo Kallamar is:

[NEW FEAR UNLOCKED: LOVER'S DEATH] "--WTF????"

Eating this eating this devouring it yes yes y

#ask a bird #learn how to mortal you squid

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yuwuta · 2 days

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my f2l yuuta idea of the week, if i may: childhood bsf yuuta, nerdy and shy, who grows up with you. ur popular but u always stick by his side, and he's in love ofc. stuttering and failed valentine's confessions, blushing whenever u show him affection, doodling ur name in his notebook in class, classic loverboy yuuta

this omg :(( i’ve had conversations about something similar—childhood friend yuuta, but i love the idea of him being a little nerdy omggg

you’ve known him since before you two could even talk, you were just infants babbling at each other, but i’m sure in yuuta’s little baby brain he was trying to say i love love love youuuu :(( your parents have so many pictures of all the pretend weddings you guys have had as kids, so many pictures of yuuta in his dad’s huge tux jacket and you in a big shirt with a makeshift belt that’s really just an extra long friendship “bracelet” yuuta made for you bc he was trying to make a bracelet big enough to show you how much he loves you, but he ran out of beads :(((

school is harder for him as you two get older, yuuta doesn’t make friends nearly as easily as he did with you but he always has you and it just makes him more in love with you… the horimiya of this all……. yuuta trying to recede into the background but you’re the friend that pulls him out of his own head and introduces him to maki and toge and yuuji and megumi and nobara and everyone else and sometimes he just sits at the lunch table w everyone and thinks how lucky he is to have all his friends but esp you because none of it would be possible w/o you :(( definitely gets a piece of food thrown at him by nobara who’s calling him out for looking dazed and lovesick but he just blushes and tries to hide it behind stuffing his face he’s so cute god,,,……. definitely doesn’t help that you call him cute too and he’s *////////* all day… doodling your name in his book is so real he’s definitely written “(_____) okkotsu” on a handful of pages which is why he’s so weirdly anxious/protective of his notebook he would literally fizzle away into dust if anyone every saw it GOD

don’t even get me started on the failed confessions PLS so many times he tries to hype himself up to leave a note in your locker or ask you out but either something goes wrong or he’s not specific enough, so it always seems platonic…. the misfortunes of yuuta…. leaving a letter in your locker on valentine’s day but he forgot your way more popular than him, so it’s just one of many notes buried in there and ofc he’s a fool so he didn’t sign his pls 😭 asking you to get ice cream after school and it’s cool, but the next day he sees you getting ice cream w megumi and he’s like oh… wait… you probably do that will all ur friends ofc,,,, just constant blundering i love him sooooo bad

the only time he gets it right is prom, and i can see him either (1) being fed up by his own blundering and really wanting to get it right, (2) being worried/jealous about hearing other people’s plans to ask you to prom, (3) you teasing him about waiting for a certain somebody to ask youuuuuu…. he definitely stutters and stumbles a bit, but he’s yuuta he’s just a sweetheart so it’ll work out :(((

#anonymous #childhood best friend.... prom date......... getting married and having 294208 polaroids of ur pretend weddings as kids littered all over #oh i will SCREAM #so horimiya coded pls u call him ur boyfriend after prom and he has his 'am i really??' moment.....#yuuta okkotsu the lover boy that you are....#also ive talked about this w aleks before but him having slightly longer hair than first year throughout highschool #and it's kinda shaggy and goes w his whole wanna be wallflower thing #and then prom comes around and not only has he asked you out on prom night when he picks you up #he's cut his hair and parted it differently and he looks sooo handsome ur like omg... yuuta? my yuuta????#soo :(((((((#yuuta x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk smut

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hazbinfallinginaspiral · 1 day

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I desperately need some ff in the doll AU where Vox shares doll!reader with Valentino<33

THIS IS THE ONE SENTENCE PROMPT TURNED 6708 WORD FIC IN QUESTION! Buckle up, shits about to go down.

Sharing a Toy (Vox x Doll!reader x Valentino)

cw! Dub/noncon, hypnosis, mind control, objectification, smut, fingering, blow job, double penetration, bondage, creampie, somnophilia (fucking you when you’re unconscious), overstimulation, praise kink, daddy kink, etc. AU typical events, Vox being a little shit (he’s in hell for a reason), and Valentino. Enough said there.

Because of the content here, I’ve broken this fic down into sections. Whenever you see this

It indicates a new section.

Section one is Vox getting you into the room with Val, AU typical shit ensues. Also a love potion and fingering.

Section two has the love potion (part 2: electric boogaloo) and blowjob. Well, one implied, one explicit.

Section three is completely somnophilia (and fingering). Bondage and DP at the end.

Section four, reader wakes up during DP. Creampie, overstimulation.

Section five is after care, which starts with Valentino licking you clean. Because of course it does. Slight obligatory fluff to help you recover from the trauma of reading this.

I think that’s all? Let me know if I missed anything. Good luck on this abominable journey.

“Hey darling,” Vox said with a grin, putting his hand on my shoulder. “How about we go lay down for a bit? You’ve been working so hard all day! You need a break, I insist.”

“I’m a little busy,” I said, not even looking at him. “Just let me finish this up first.”

"Finish it up later, my dear," Vox said, his voice smooth and persuasive as he gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You deserve a little break right now. And don't worry, I'll make sure everything gets taken care of."

"Vox, this is serious! I need to finish this now or..." I lost my train of thought the moment I turned around and looked him in the eye. the swirling black and red spirals... beautiful, calming. They seemed to guide my thoughts away. "Okay," I said softly. "I guess... I can take a break. For you."

"That's the spirit, doll," Vox said, smiling warmly at me. "Come on, let's go lay down in the other room." He led me by the hand to a nearby room, where Valentino was already waiting for us, a devilish grin on his face.

I froze the moment I saw him, and tried to hide behind Vox. I didn't like Val. Vox was my boss, and I trusted him to some degree. Whenever Vox used his hypnosis on me, or the trigger phrase... god, it always felt so good. But I didn't like Valentino. if Val was here, it meant that Vox had lied. this wasn't a break, they just wanted to fuck me.

"Vox.." I whined, my voice small. I wasn't looking at his face anymore, nor the mesmerizing spirals in his left eye. I couldn't afford to let him take control of me now.

Vox raised an eyebrow at my sudden hesitation. "What's wrong, my dear?" he asked, slight concern etched on his face. Valentino just chuckled and stepped closer to me, a hungry look in his eyes. "Oh come on now, don't be like that."

"Can we go?" | asked quietly, tugging on Vox's sleeve. I knew the answer was no. Vox didn't care how I felt. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing I had a way out.

Vox gently took my hand and led me towards the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. "Shh... just trust us, okay?" he whispered soothingly. Valentino's smirk only grew wider as he followed behind us.

"I trust you, just..." I felt his hands on me already and made a small whimpering noise in response. "Please."

Vox hesitated for a moment, but then he leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Be a doll for us," he said softly, not a hint of regret in his voice. Just like that, the trigger phrase took effect, and I felt my resistance melt away.

"Okay," I said softly, my eyes glazing over. My body relaxed and I was all theirs. "Mmm," | mumbled, a dumbed out smile on my face. "I'm all yours."

Vox smiled at my response, his heart fluttering at my words. "That's right, doll," he said softly, his fingers tracing lightly along my skin. Valentino chuckled as he watched the scene unfold, his hands eagerly exploring my body.

"A little help?" I said, guiding Val's hands to my clothes. I was asking him to get me exactly how he wanted me- however he wanted, whatever his preference, I didn’t care. Something l'd never do if I were in my right mind. I started unbuttoning Vox's suit, desperate for him to join in. "I want to... how can I be the perfect doll for you?"

Vox grinned at my desperation, feeling his arousal spike at my touch. "Mmm, just like that," he purred, leaning in to capture my lips in a deep kiss. Val happily helped me undress, his hands roaming over my exposed skin.

I melted into his touch and kissed him back as best I could. It was only when Val started to slide off my underwear that it hit me. I flinched away, the soothing calm from before melting away (the trigger phrase only worked for so long, it'd have to be used repeatedly for a better effect) and panic filled its place.

My body never reacted the way they liked, I wasn't- usually Val lit a cigarette and blew smoke in my face to help. His spit was full of pheromones that worked as a powerful aphrodisiac, and that translated to the smoke pretty well. Right now, I didn't have any of that. I couldn't- I wasn’t- how was I supposed to please them when my body wouldn't cooperate?

Vox noticed my sudden panic and pulled back slightly. "What's wrong, doll?" he asked, raising a brow as he looked me up and down, trying to figure out what had happened. Val looked at me with confusion, not understanding why I was suddenly so tense.

"I- I can't," I said, pushing him away. The effect of the trigger phrase was lingering, making me want to please him, just unsure of how to. If he didn't use it again soon, l'd be back to normal, resisting everything they did.

I sat up properly and started rummaging through the nightstand, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of... something. It was called a love potion, but really, it was more of a glorified date rape drug. The only thing on my mind was my current lack of arousal, and how I could fix it.

"We have options," I said, my voice shaky. It hurt to think, I wished I could be a dumbed down sex doll right now. "I- I need some help. We could use the potion, Val's smoke or spit, Vox's hypnosis, or the trigger phrase." I shoved the pack of cigarettes and the bottle into their hands, trembling a little. it was clear I was already having second thoughts. "Do whatever you need, please. Please, I just- I just want to make you happy."

Vox smirked as he took the bottle and cigarettes from my trembling hands. He knew that deep down, I really did want to be their mindless sex doll, and he enjoyed teasing me with that desire. So, he stood there for a moment and waited.

"Please," I said again, more desperately. Pathetic. "I just want..." I trailed off, my mind becoming a bit more clear for a moment. My body wasn't reacting properly- I wasn't aroused or turned on by any of this- because I didn't want it. A fact I refused to accept when the trigger phrase, 'be a doll' was in effect, but it'd worn off now. Mostly.

I paused for a moment, my head still a little foggy, as I tried to figure out what I truly wanted. It felt nice to be theirs, not a thought in my head. It'd certainly be easier to deal with than this. Thinking was so much work. "Just... just fix me," I said thoughtlessly, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

“You're such a sweet little thing, aren't you?" Val asked, stroking my hair back from my forehead, his fingers gentle despite the hardness in his pants eyes.

"You really have no idea what you want, do you?" Vox chimed in, his voice dripping with amusement.

"N-no, I want... I want to be doing my work, in the office," | said, trying to move away. I wasn't even sure of that. "I... I don't want to be here, I don't want to have sex..." it was a struggle to even say it, I thought it was right but as the words came out I started to have second thoughts. I wished they'd make the decision for me, I wished they'd use the love potion or cigarettes or hypnosis or trigger phrase. Thinking was too difficult.

Being a doll was easy.

"Oh, but you want us, don't you?" Vox said, his voice low and sultry.

"You know how much we both love playing with you. And the trigger phrase makes it so easy for you to just… give in..." Val added, a hint of a smile on his lips. “Right, mi amorcita?”

"I... I don't know," | said quietly. I froze up, unable to make a decision for myself. It was something Vox had made sure of a long time ago- I always deferred to him and Valentino, I never made a choice on my own. At the end of the day, they had the last say in what happened to me, and I was always theirs to toy with. "Just... do whatever you want."

"Whatever we want, hmm?" Vox grinned, already ready to use the trigger phrase. "Be a doll and take off your clothes for us." He commanded, his voice firm but gentle at the same time.

Val grinned. “Be a good girl for papí,” he said, not liking to be upstaged.

I smiled dumbly as a wave of calm washed over me, making it hard to think. I mindlessly obliged, not that there was much else to do. Valentino had already taken off most of my clothes, so all I had to do was remove my bra and panties.

"Mmm... See, wasn't that easy?" Vox purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He took in my naked form with an appreciative gaze as Val began to touch my breasts gently, circling my nipples with his thumbs.

"Easy..." I repeated, with a small nod. "Can you... can you do it again? Please? It feels so good."

"Absolutely, darling." Vox nodded, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his lips. He repeated the trigger phrase, and I felt another wave of calmness wash over you. "Be a doll and let us play with you," he said.

"How do you like it?” Val asked, as a test. A good doll never made their own decision’s.

"However you do," I replied airily, deferring to him immediately. My words and my body's reaction didn't match, though. I'd do whatever they wanted, regardless. My hand slipped over to the love potion they'd set aside and I giggled lightly- the trigger phrase messing with my mind. "I wanna be perfect for you."

"Oh, how sweet of you," Vox chuckled, taking the love potion from my hand and giving it to Valentino. "We appreciate your dedication." They leaned in to kiss each other, then Val added a little something to the bottle. He moved his hands down to my hips, pulling me closer, then put the bottle to my lips.

I drank it without second thought, smiling lightly when I was done. I felt wonderfully warm, especially in my core. My thoughts were a dazed mess, but I didn't care. I didn't need to think anyway.

"Good girl," Vox praised, rubbing my back as the love potion took effect.

Valentino leaned in to kiss me, his tongue exploring my mouth as our bodies pressed together. "You're so perfect for us," he murmured.

"Mmn," I moaned, pressing into Val more desperately. They knew I had a praise kink. My pussy tightened and precum started to drip out and down my thighs.

"Look at how wet you're getting already," Vox purred in my ear, a finger teasingly rubbing at my entrance. "Would you like to be a good little sex doll for us, show us just how much you like being filled?"

"Yes," I mumbled, pouting for a moment when Val pulled away. It didn't last long when Vox began touching me. I pressed against him instead, though my hand was sloppily searching for Valentino. "Please... please, just give me something. Fingering... please daddy..."

"Look at how desperate she is," Val chuckled, moving back into my reach. "You want to be our little fuck toy, huh?" he asked, a hand running down my body to tease my already dripping wet folds.

"Yes, yes please," | said, my face only heating up a little. I was only slightly embarrassed. I just wanted to do whatever they wanted. I wanted them to please me, and I wanted to please them even more. "I want to be yours... please Daddy, please..."

"That's a good girl," Vox praised, his finger slipping inside of me with ease. "You're so tight and wet for us, aren't you? You want to be used for our pleasure?" he asked, sliding in and out of me at a leisurely pace.

"Mmm..." I moaned. "Yes, yes please. I want to be used, I want you to use me. Please use me..." It felt so good to be used. His fingers in me felt so nice. I didn't want to have a single thought in my head, not a single thought of my own.

"Fuck, she loves being a mindless little fucktoy," Val groaned, his own pleasure evident in his voice as he watched Vox finger me. "You want us to use all of your holes, don't you?”

"Yes... yes, pl- Mmngh... please, please..." I sighed and moaned as he touched me. I moved my hips a little and closed my eyes, desperate for anything they'd give me.

"Beg for it," Vox demanded, his fingers moving in and out of me faster now. "Beg us to use every single part of your body for our pleasure. Tell us how much you want to be our little fuckdoll."

"Mmngh... please, please, please use me... please daddy I just want to be yours..." I groaned, feeling myself nearing my climax. "Please make me into your mindless drooling fuckdoll, use me for whatever you want, please- please- mmmmn..."

"We will," Val promised, leaning in to kiss me deeply as Vox kept working his fingers in and out of my throbbing sex. "You're already completely addicted to the feeling of being stuffed full like the horny slut you are."

"Mmn.." I moaned and cummed all over Vox's hand, but tried to kiss Val back, desperate. I needed to make them happy. "Love you..."

"We love you too," Val said with a sickly smile, pulling back from the kiss and letting me catch my breath after my orgasm. "And now you're going to prove your love by making us cum with that talented little mouth of yours. Got it?"

"Yes, daddy," | mumbled, trying to get a hold of myself. I moved a little bit and frowned. A bit of dread was rising in me, and I couldn't understand why. I just- fuck, the effects were wearing off. "Vox," I said quietly- the first time l'd said his name since this whole thing started.

Vox could tell a shift was happening in my mind and he knew he needed to act fast. "What's wrong, my sweet little fuckdoll? Do you need another dose?" He asked condescendingly, still trying to keep up the dominating persona.

"Yeah. I keep- I keep coming back," | said, not picking up on his tone. I was embarrassed now, feeling frustrated. "I can't- I don't want that. I don't want to go back to normal yet. Please fix me." Unfortunately the love potion wasn't potent enough for me (they used it so damn often I was building up an immunity) and I needed something more. I was only just beginning to get into my right mind, and I hated it. I desperately wanted to be mindless. In every sense of the word. I wanted him to fix me, to get rid of any other thoughts for good. "Do something please. Please."

Val quickly handed the vial of love potion over to Vox, who used his free hand to pull me in for a kiss. As he deepened the kiss, he slipped the love potion into my mouth, hoping it would be enough to keep me under his control. "Be a doll and stop thinking for the next few hours."

I relaxed immediately. I giggled a little and laid down on the bed, unable to hold myself up. "Thank you, Daddy," | mumbled with a dumb little smile. "Mm that feels so good. Do it again! I don't wanna take any chances, I wanna be perfect for you. Keep doing that! I wanna be your doll forever."

Vox couldn't help but smile at my response. "Of course, doll. I will always take care of you. I’ll always make sure you’re nice and perfectly mindless, the best doll you can be for me." He leaned down to kiss my forehead before commanding once again, "Be a doll and forget about any other thoughts or worries.”

"Mm..." | giggled lightly, feeling it all slip away. Perfect. "Keep going please... you're so good at this! You make me feel so nice."

Vox's smile grew wider as he continued to use the trigger phrase and his hypnosis to keep me in a state of blissful obedience and ignorance. He loved seeing me so relaxed and willing to do anything he and Valentino asked of me.

"Now repeat after me," Valentino said with a grin. “‘I want to suck dick so good for you, daddy.’”

"Mm, I wanna suck dick so good for you, daddy," | mumbled dumbly. I was basically an object at this point, not that I minded. I felt so good, I was filled with pleasure. "Please let me suck your dick."

“We just finished that part!” Val laughed at my words, feeling himself growing harder in response. He grinned- Vox and him had just been using the trigger phrase to get me to suck Val off perfectly and I couldn’t remember a single bit of it! All because they’d told me to forget. I was so deliciously easy to use to him, and he couldn’t get it off his mind as he cleaned himself up.

"Always so eager, doll." Vox praised, stepping closer and unzipping his pants to free his throbbing member. "Be a good girl and suck it, just like that."

I opened my mouth and he thrust it in without remorse. I gagged and nearly choked, but obliged anyway. It should've been painful- it was painful, but I didn't notice. I felt too good to notice. I sucked on his dick, feeling even better since I was doing as I was told. Being obedient felt so nice...

Vox groaned at the feeling of my warm, wet mouth around him, my tongue swirling and teasing at his tip. He couldn't help but thrust his hips, fucking my mouth and throat as he watched me obediently suck him off.

"Mmn." I moaned around him, the weight of him in me felt amazing. I could hardly breathe but I didn't care. I felt Val come up behind me and run his hands along my body and it only made me feel better. He squeezed my breasts, then tilted my head up so Vox's dick could slide in even more. My eyes rolled back with pleasure, I could tell Vox was close to his peak.

Val took the opportunity to squeeze my breasts more, kneading and teasing them as he watched me moan around Vox's dick. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, "Be a doll, a good girl for papí and make him cum. I want to see you take it all."

I made a small noise that sounded like a whimper, but that quickly turned into another moan. Moments later, Vox cummed in my mouth. He filled me up, choking me, but I didn't move. Val had told me to take it all, so I did. For him. The pleasure that came with doing as I was told overrode the discomfort.

Vox let out a low groan as he came, filling my mouth with his hot load. He held onto the back of my head, watching as I obediently swallowed every drop. Val chuckled and ran his fingers through my hair, "Good girl. See how easy that was?”

"So easy," | tried to say. It came out as an incoherent noise, with Vox still in me. I groaned, drool leaking out of my mouth the longer he kept his dick in it.

Vox smirked at my muffled response, then pulled out slowly, letting me breathe properly again. Val took a moment to admire the sight of me, with cum dribbling down the corner of my mouth and my hair in a mess from their rough handling.

I felt dizzy. My head was spinning but I wanted more, I was ready for another round. I struggled to stay up on my own, but I was desperate to be a good doll so I tried. I'd let them use me for as long as they wanted, even if I ended up passing out. "Mmn..."

At my incoherent sounds and desperate gaze, Vox gave a chuckle and pulled me up, supporting my weakened body as he turned me towards him again. "Looks like someone wants more, hmm?"

"Mm... yes," | managed to get out, my voice hoarse. I gave him a weak smile.

That weak smile sent lust surging anew in Vox, his possessive gaze raking over every inch of my exposed skin. "Such a good doll," he purred, his fingers trailing along the curve of my waist as he lowered his mouth to yours.

I pressed my lips to his and kissed him as best I could. My mouth still tasted like his cum, a bit of Valentinos lingering too. Not that I could tell the difference.

Vox deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and taking in the taste of himself that lingered on my lips. He moaned softly, savoring the flavor before pulling back and pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. "Feeling any better?" he asked with a smirk.

"Feeling great," | said breathlessly. I could hardly keep my eyes open, I was tired, blissed out and fucked out. "Please keep using me."

Vox's smirk widened at my words, a thrill of satisfaction running through him as he ran his hands down my back. "Glad to hear it," he purred, turning to Val who was watching with hunger in his eyes. "Seems like our little doll needs some more attention.”

I let myself lay down on the bed, since neither of them were holding me up and I could hardly do it myself. I didn't care how they wanted me, so long as they were happy. "All yours," I mumbled dumbly. I couldn't think at all. I just knew I felt good and it was because of them.

Vox chuckled at my words, a wicked glint in his eyes. "All mine?" he repeated, leaning down to toy with the nipples he had so recently sucked on, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Well then, I suppose I'll just have to keep using you."

"Yes please," | said with a smile. I moved a little, but not much. I couldn't really manage to. "Do whatever you want. I just want to please you both."

Vox's grin grew wider at my eager words, letting go of my nipples to stand up and gaze down at me. "Whatever I want, huh?" he mused, tapping his screen thoughtfully. "Well, there is something I've been wanting to try,"

"Mm," | mumbled. I gave him a slight nod, despite not knowing what it was he wanted to do. I was about to pass out, but I didn't care. If they wanted to use me- whether I was conscious or not- I didn't care.

Vox's eyes lit up at my eager nod, before he glanced over at Val. "Looks like she's ready," he said, grabbing the ropes that they had brought in earlier and using them to bind my wrists to the bedpost.

"Hmm.. ah, you're so pretty," I said with a small giggle. I closed my eyes as they worked, and fell asleep for a short time.

Val chuckled at my words, shaking his head slightly. "Sleep tight, mi querida," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead as they continued to tie me up.

Once they were finished, Vox climbed onto the bed and straddled my chest, looking down at me with a curious smile.

Val glanced down at me, noticing that I was still fast asleep. He smirked and looked over at Vox, motioning for him to get off. "She's out for the count," he said in a low voice.

"I know! She’s adorable. Did you see how fucked up she was? It gets better every time,” Vox said, looking over me. "She said she was okay with this. I think she can take it."

“What do you have in mind, cariño?”

Vox smiled, crawling onto the bed and positioning himself next to me. "Well, we could start with a little teasing," he suggested, reaching down and using his fingers to lightly graze my inner thigh. "She does look so pretty while she sleeps."

"Teasing? Why would we do that when we can fuck her however we want?" Val asked with a grin. "C'mon Voxxy, I know you're dying to do it. You have access to all her pretty little holes, you’ve gotta try something."

Vox shook his head and laughed. “What? No way, I just had a round, it’s your turn.”

Val chuckled, unable to resist the temptation any longer. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Be a doll, and spread your legs for me, sweetheart." I moved a little, but it was hard to do much when I was asleep. He used his hands to gently spread my legs apart the rest of the way, giving him full access to my most intimate areas. I didn't wake up, I was still out cold.

"There we go," Vox said full of approval. He was cradling my head in his lap, toying with my hair as he watched Val work.

Val slowly started to tease my lips, his fingers gliding over my sensitive skin. He then inserted a finger, crooking it and causing it to hit that special spot inside of me. He let out a breathy moan, enjoying the sensation of my warm walls wrapping around his finger.

my breath hitched slightly but I continued to sleep, unbothered as warmth and pleasure spread through me.

Val continued to finger me, using his other hand to explore my folds and tease my clit. He gradually increased the tempo and intensity of his movements, causing me to moan softly in my sleep. Vox watched with a satisfied grin on his face, enjoying seeing me so relaxed and satisfied.

My mouth was open, eyes closed, drool pooling onto him as Val continued. I moved a little and cummed, but never woke- I was a heavy sleeper. Especially after being fucked out of my mind- in trance and drugged up the whole time, no less.

Val chuckled softly at how deeply I was sleeping. He pulled his finger out of me, sucking it clean with a satisfied hum. Vox then leaned forward, whispering the trigger phrase ‘be a doll’ into my ear, telling me to wake up.

"Mm." | mumbled lightly, a small smile on my face as my eyes fluttered open. I was only partially awake. "Hmm? Whasa haplening?" | asked groggily, carefree.

Vox grinned, happy to see I was okay and unbothered. "We were just having a little fun with you, my dear. Why don't you stay asleep and let us continue?" He gently stroked my cheek, encouraging me to close my eyes again.

"Mmkay." I said, closing my eyes. "I love you..." I murmured. I was asleep again within moments, perfectly relaxed and happy.

“We love you too, doll," He whispered back, before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on my forehead. Vox and Val continued their fun, taking turns with me as I slept soundly in their arms.

"She's so cute when she's disoriented," Val said smugly, moving to switch places with Vox. "What are you gonna do now?"

"I think it's time for me to take over, my love." Vox said, as he took Val's place between my legs. He smiled down at me, gently brushing a strand of hair out of my face. "Be a doll, and spread your legs for me."

"Mm." I made a slight protest, then tried to fall back into whatever dream I was experiencing. I shifted my legs back open, like they were before Vox had originally woken me. He had quite the view now.

Vox took advantage of the opportunity, slowly sliding himself inside of me as he caressed my thighs. "That's it, doll. Just relax and let me take care of you." He whispered, before beginning to move in and out of me at a steady pace.

"Can't sleep..." | mumbled, opening my eyes a little. They were still glazed over, I was still under his and Val's control, willing to be a good doll. I just needed a little help falling asleep for good again. Vox was busy moving in and out of me, so I glanced at Valentino.

"Baaabbbee," | groaned, letting my eyes fall shut, I tried to reach for him. I was unsuccessful but the message was clear: I wanted him to put me to sleep.

"Allow me to help, mi amorcita." Val said with a coy smile, before he leaned down and kissed me deeply. He then pulled away, before wiping the excess saliva from my lips, and making sure that a substantial enough amount had dripped onto my tongue for it to work.

"Mm, thank you..." I giggled a little, then I was out cold again.

Vox chuckled at my response before picking up the pace in his thrusts, his hands gripping onto my hips as he plowed into me with more force. He watched with a smirk, as Val joined in, kissing and biting at any bit of skin he could get his mouth on.

I moaned lightly in my sleep, nearing my peak. I cummed again- Vox's cock still inside me- but didn't wake up.

"There she goes again." Vox smirked as he reached his own peak shortly after I did, his cum filling me up as he continued to thrust a few more times, making sure to coat my insides fully with his seed. Motherfucker was thorough.

"You're making a mess," Val noted, a grin on his face. "You want another round or can I eat her out?"

Vox grinned at the idea, looking down at me before pulling himself out completely, still letting a bit of his cum drip out of me as he took stood. "Why not both?"

"Oh? how do you plan on fucking her when I'm sticking my tongue in her folds, hm?" Val asked, as he positioned himself near my entrance.

Vox's grin grew wider, "Double penetration." He said, simply. It’d make it so they could fuck me at the same time, though Val would only get a taste after. He pulled Val in for a quick kiss, then dropped his voice to sound sultry. "That work for you?"

"Will it wake her?" Val asked. he seemed pleasantly surprised by the idea. "I like when she's like this. I want to see what we can do before she wakes on her own."

"I think I have just the thing." Vox said confidently, getting out more rope. Well, it was cables. Apparently they were more efficient- likely because he could control them. He tied me up expertly, ensuring I’d be in a good position for them. “She's not going to wake anytime soon. She’s going to like it, trust me."

"I know," he said, watching Vox carefully. "Just don’t try to substitute me with a sex toy," Valentino said with a pout. (Reference to the brat!reader fic I wrote a while back)

Vox chuckled, “I won’t! I'm just adding to the fun. You know how much she loves it when we take turns with her." He said, as he moved behind me and gently pushed himself inside me, alongside Valentino's cock. "See, she's loving it."

My breath hitched and I groaned. "Mmmn." I moaned in my sleep, tension leaving my body.

"Told you she would love it." Vox said, smirking at Valentino as he started thrusting. "Let's see how many times we can make her cum before she wakes up."

Three times. The answer was three. I woke up as I was cumming for the fourth time. "Mmngh." I moaned and moved a little, opening my eyes. "What the..?"

Valentino and Vox both grinned at me as they continued to thrust. "We were just testing out a new technique." Val said, biting his lip as he looked at me.

Vox added, "You seemed to like it. We lost count of how many times you came."

"How did you even get me in this position?" | asked groggily. Bondage and magic, that was the answer. "I wanna sleeeep," | groaned. the effects of everything from earlier had worn off and I was returning to normal. I wasn't going to be happy for much longer.

"You were already asleep, we just placed you in the right position." Vox said, shrugging. "And we can very much make you our fucktoy for as long as we want. You won't be able to deny our orders with that trigger phrase in your head."

"Vooooxxxx..." it was meant to be a whine but quickly turned to a moan as I started cumming again.

"I think she likes it." Val commented, smirking. Vox leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Be a doll and keep cumming for us. Don’t bother trying to stop it. Just let us make you feel good."

"Mmggh," | mumbled, my eyes closing again as sense of calm washed over me. I kept orgasaming, tears pricking my eyes. I was absolutely helpless and in pain, but I didn't even try to resist.

"That's it, doll." Val said, watching me with a hungry gaze. "You're going to keep cumming until we tell you to stop." Vox used his powers to keep me going, and it wasn't long before I was a sobbing mess.

"V-vox..." | cried, my voice small and quiet. It was the best I could do- begging was the only thing I could do. I couldn't defy them outright in any way.

"You want us to stop, doll?" Vox asked coyly. My eyes widened and my tears fell harder. I shook my head, unable to form words. "Good girl."

Val watched with a grin on his face. I could only make small noises, desperately.

"You like that, don't you?" Val asked, grinning down at me. "You love being our little doll, letting us play with you however we want." He was confident, enjoying every moment. "Say it."

"N-no," I mumbled. I wished I did. I wished they'd use Vox's hypnosis or Valentinos spit or the trigger phrase so I could go back to being a mindless fucktoy without any worries.

"No?" Vox asked, surprised. "You don't like it when we call you our little doll?" He used the trigger phrase again, to make me more compliant. He was getting tired of this. I moaned, my resistance fading away for a moment.

"See, you love it." Val smirked as he watched me struggle with my conflicting desires.

"S-st-stop," | said, a few tears slipping down my face as I cummed again. I wanted them to stop, to get their dicks out of me. I needed a break, at the very least. I couldn't bring myself to ask for one.

"Aww, poor little doll. Are you in pain?" Val asked mockingly.

Vox furrowed his brow, trying to figure out why the trigger phrase hadn’t been working as well as it usually did. Then it hit him. It’s because I was in actual pain- it relied entirely on me being pliant, and pain made me anything but that. He pulled out of me and leaned down to kiss my tears away, murmuring sweet words in my ear. "Shh, it's okay. You're doing so well."

"Too much," | mumbled, slumping against him. The moment the pain was gone, I was all theirs again. I relaxed and in my desperation for comfort, let the trigger phrase work its magic. I nuzzled against him, the last few tears slipping down my cheeks as I closed my eyes. "Did I make you feel good?"

"You were perfect, as always," Vox murmured, cuddling me closer and kissing my forehead. "You make us so happy, our little doll. Now, let's get you cleaned up and then maybe we can play with some toys."

"I got a few new dildos and vibrators- the handcuffs are, unfortunately, still in the mail..." Val said. He didn't understand the sudden shift in mood but he was doing his best to keep up. "What? I wasn't going to break her, why'd we stop?" He asked Vox, whispering in his ear so I couldn't hear.

"Because she looked like she was in pain, and I didn't want to hurt her," Vox whispered back, looking over at me with a soft expression. "But maybe she wants it rougher? We could try that next time, if you want.”

"She likes it rough," Val said, recalling one of our previous sessions. "Maybe she was overwhelmed? we have been fucking her all night..." I made a small noise and held Vox tighter for a moment, before loosening my grip as I leaned against him. I was falling asleep again.

"That's true, she does like it rough. Maybe she was just tired from all the excitement," Vox said, rubbing my back soothingly. "Let's get her to bed and let her rest, we can continue our fun later."

"Like rest-rest, or rest while we fuck her?" he saw the look on Vox's face and nodded. "Right. actual rest. got it. can I clean her up, though? Please? There's cum everywhere, I promise I'll be gentle."

"Sure, you can clean her up," Vox said, nodding. "Just be gentle, she's had a long night." Val nodded eagerly and started to clean me up with his tongue, gently licking and sucking on my skin.

I moaned lightly and smiled. "You're so nice..." I said with a small laugh. I was out of it, completely. I played with the antennas on his head and spread my legs wider so he had easier access as I leaned against Vox.

"I'm always nice, especially when it comes to you, mi querida," Val said with a smile, continuing to clean me up. He shivered as I played with the antennas on his head, a small jolt of pleasure shooting through him. "You like those, huh?"

"Mhm," I said with a nod. "They're pretty."

"Thank you," Val said with a grin, leaning in to give me a soft kiss on the lips. "I'm glad you like them." He then went back to cleaning me up, making sure every trace of cum was gone. He then looked up at Vox and gave him a smirk.

"Are you done?" | asked, opening my eyes a little once it'd been awhile since l'd felt him. I spotted him on the other side of the room, putting on some fresh clothes. "Nooo, come back," | whined, reaching for him. he'd only gotten on his underwear so far. I glanced up at Vox, who was holding me. "I want cuddles. I'm tired. and cold. and I love you both."

"Don't worry, I'll keep you warm," Vox said with a grin, leaning in to give me a kiss on the cheek before pulling me into his arms. He cuddled me close, rubbing my back to warm me up.

"I think some clothes would help you both," Val said, tossing some on the bed. Underwear for both of us and matching shark onesies.

I was delighted. "Awww, thank you!” I sat up a little to try to get dressed, but I was slow and uncoordinated. It'd be easier with help, but I hadn't quite processed that yet.

"Let me help you with that," Val said, smiling as he moved over to me and kneeled down. He helped me put on my underwear and then slipped the onesie over my head, adjusting it so that it fit perfectly. "There you go. You look adorable.”

"Thank you,” I said with a smile, as he brought me back onto the bed. Vox was now dressed, wearing his matching shark onesie. I curled up next to him and motioned for Val to join us.

"Of course," Val said with a smile, spreading his wings and wrapping them around us all and curling up against me. Vox wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close. The three of us lay there in bed, cuddling and warming up.

I mumbled something incoherent and giggled. I planted a few kisses on Vox's chest, then closed my eyes, already drifting off to sleep again.

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gyustarzzi · 2 days

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ateez react to you wearing something revealing

★ hongjoong

- will love you in anything you wear but will be kinda hesitant when you walk out with a long cleavage suit that shows a little too much of you chest - asks you if your comfortable wearing that outfit and when you say yes he'll leave you alone -death glares men who stare too long at your chest - will stand in front of you more often so no one can see how hot you look

" Are you sure you want to wear that tonight? Okay as long as your happy, I'm happy "

☆ seonghwa

- shocked but also thinks you look hot with a crop top and a short skirt - grabs you waist and kisses your neck while your cooking - can't keep his hands off you for the rest of the day - if you ask him why he's being so clingy he'll just answer in the most blunt way ever

" Because you look so fucking hot wearing that "

★ yunho

- would kinda hate you wearing revealing clothes because others get to see but loves it bc you get to feel confident and he gets to see your beautiful body - but when the members had a pool party and you bought a swimsuit yunho liked it a little too much - he liked it so much that he told his members that he couldn't join and helped you out of your swimsuit - definitely is leaning on the love side now

" Hey guys, sorry I can't go, Y/N had plans for both of us today "

☆ yeosang

- yeosang is the type of person to want you to wear confident clothing but then get super flustered - but something snapped when he got a notification of you in a pair of kitty lingerie which was supposed to go to your one of best friends - he would cancel all plans that day and would drive home to see you - encourages you to wear lingerie now

" Oh, another notification from Y/N-... Oh my god "

★ san

- loves seeing you when you wear revealing outfits - holds you close at parties and keeps his arm wrapped possessively around your waist - if he were to see someone staring at you in a inappropriate manner, he would want to smack the silly shit out of them - but don't worry he is a softie in private when you wear revealing yet confident clothing

" You look amazing Y/N! Have I ever told you how beautiful you look wearing clothes like that? Well I'll tell you again! "

☆ mingi

- is lowkey a horny mf - if you were to wear the slightest revealing clothing, it's game over for you - sooner or later he'll get used to it and will only be 'that way' around you if you were to wear something SUPER revealing - also wants you to feel comfortable in your body and just absolutely can't stand it cause you look so damn hot

" Holy mother of fuck- "

★ wooyoung

- literally the brattiest person ever and likely has a mommy kink so...he loves when you wear revealing clothes - he in fact loves it so much, he'll go out of his own way to help you pick out lingerie - will buy you so many pieces of clothing that are either slightly revealing or are REVEALING - don't worry tho, he's staring respectfully

" This lingerie set would look so hot on you! You should try it on! "

☆ jongho

- is also a protective boyfriend - if you were to wear something slight revealing he would be totally okay with you going somewhere by yourself but if it is something super revealing. - nope he's going and you can't even change his mind - keeps his eyes on you and if he needs too, he will be right beside you with his hand on your back/waist

" Where are you going wearing that? Okay, I'm coming with you then "

#ateez #reactions #wattpad repost #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #atiny #kpop #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #gyustarzzi #preferences #ateez reactions #ateez preferences

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astralis-ortus · 3 days

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a little sweet fix

✱ boyfriend!bc x gn!reader

— sometimes what you thought was right might not be the best way.

w.count → 0.9k genre → comfort warning → mild cussing, mention of a family member getting into an accident (not described, non fatal), chan referred to as chris, reader referred to as baby and babe a.n → based on this request! i've never really written something in this nature, but it was a good challenge! tysm for requesting♡

the air in the apartment was oddly tense when chris finally got home. he knew for a fact that you’re back from work—the pair of shoes you wore earlier this morning has returned amongst your and chris’ shared shoe cabinet, and you just texted him around 20 minutes ago, asking him what you should get for dinner, before chris’ usual drive back from work.

“baby?” chris cautiously called out, footsteps treading down to your shared bedroom, and only then did he finally heard the familiar soft rustling of your slippers—along with a muffled conversation and your soft sniffles.

“gosh—are you sure you’re fine?”

your concerned voice turned clear as chris gently pushed the wooden slab ajar, revealing your anxiously pacing figure with a phone next to your ear. the questions reflected in his eyes soon turned to worry when he noticed the remnants of tears down your pale cheeks—but he kept quiet when you mouthed a quiet ‘hi’, followed by the shapes he recognizes as the name to your younger sibling while you pointed at the phone.

“my god—you still have the audacity to joke after getting mom and dad to hide this from me?” you groaned in annoyance, hand flying up to soothe the mild throb on your temple. “ugh, you’re unbelievable. fine. rest up, okay? i love you.”

you peered up as soon as the call disconnected and found your boyfriend smiling tenderly at you, arms apart as they quietly invited you into his embrace. no questions, no prying out answers, nothing—he just stood there, patiently waiting for you to come to him.

and so, you did.

his scent instantly fills you as you melt into his embrace, arms tightly wrapped around his midriff while he envelopes you in his warmth. you didn’t even know when, but tears started to begin its second race down your face, sniffles dampened by the broad of chris’ chest. you cried, and chris just stayed there, hand gently patting your back while he buries his nose between the waves of your hair.

“i feel like a terrible older sibling,” you finally croaked after what felt like a long while, sniffling away the rest of your tears while you rest against the echo of chris’ heartbeat. “how could i not notice they’ve been distancing from me? and only to find out it was because they got hospitalized after a bike crash? god—i feel awful. how come i didn’t notice anything?”

“you’re not a terrible sibling, baby,” chris hummed, lips pressed against your forehead gently, “they just didn’t want you to worry. they know you would drop everything and do anything in your power to fly home right there and then, and i assume they didn’t want that. it’s neither your faults,” he muttered, hands now cupping your cheeks while he erases any trace of tears left on your skin.

“but still…” your lips pursed in protest, glossy eyes peering up at chris, “it’s a big deal, and i feel like crap for not being able to be there for my family. i could—i could’ve been there, you know? they’re my family. i should’ve been there.”

“i understand, baby,” chris softly exhaled as he pulled you into another hug, “but based on what i heard earlier, i can only assume they would feel guilty for making you come home. it’s only natural for you to want to be there and take care of them—i understand that, but don’t you think by not making them worry over you disregarding work just to fly home is also another form of help?”

you wanted to disagree—how could being unaware and staying thousands of miles away be of help for your family? you eyebrows furrowed, about to protest when chris continued, “think about it, babe. if it was you, wouldn’t you feel bad and worry about them instead your own recovery if your family flew all the way here? wouldn’t you tell them that calls and facetimes are enough because you have me to take care of you?”

you so wanted to disagree—but deep down, you do understand what chris meant.

“also,” pressing a light peck on the top of your head, chris then continued, “i think the only reason your parents agreed to keep you in the dark for a while is because they knew there’s nothing major you should be worried about. i’m sure they wouldn’t agree otherwise, yeah?”

and again, chris is right. you know your parents—they would never do that to you.

“you’re right,” you finally exhaled, pursing your lips as you snuggled closer in his warm embrace, “maybe i wasn’t thinking far enough.”

“it’s understandable, baby,” chris smiled when he felt the tension on your back slowly loosening up under his arms, “they’re your family after all. you wouldn’t want to see them got hurt.”

“besides,” the switch of tone in chris’ eye lures your eyes to look at him, and you’re greeted by your boyfriend’s sweet dimpled smile, “i know a way you could kinda be there for them. you know the hospital room number, right?” he grinned, immediately fishing out his own phone when you nodded an answer.

“what about we send them some food and hop on facetime?” chris proposed—and when he saw the glint in your eyes returning, he knew he made the right suggestion.

“bet they could use some sweets to cheer up from all those hospital foods,” he grinned. you could only imagine how your picky eater of a sibling would've groaned at the food choices they've had to deal with during their stay so far, and it made you giggle.

“oh, they sure do.”

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Ours Part 2 Soft Dark Alpha Stucky x Omega Reader

Warning: withdraw, anger, dark themes, kidnapping, drugging, held against will, confinement, forced relationship, manhandling, past abuse,

Your senses slowly start drifting back,

“Jesus Bucky how much of that did you give her? She’s been out for two days,” You hear a male voice,

You can smell they were Alpha’s and you could feel your heart rate spike, You didn’t like Alpha’s, they terrified you, they made you uncomfortable.

“The exact amount Tony told me to give.” You hear another voice,

“Well obviously his math was off.” You hear the other voice say

You slowly turn you head trying to wake yourself,

“Steve.” You hear

and suddenly it got quiet,

You were trying your hardest to open your eyes but it was proving to be a bit more difficult.

Your heavy eyelid slowly flutter open, and you are now staring at an unfamiliar ceiling,

“Thank god she’s finally awake.” You hear next to you,

You slowly turn your head you saw two men, one had dark hair icy blue eyes and a metal arm,

He smelled like pine, and cinnamon, it was almost intoxicating, the other man had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, he smelled like the forest right after a rainstorm,

these two were Alpha’s you were still in a bit of a daze,

“Good afternoon sleeping beauty you’ve been asleep for a few days, we were starting to worry.” The blonde says

Then everything registered

These two were Alpha’s and they kidnapped you, the terror running though your veins,

You jump out of the opposite side of the bed, backing away from the two, your legs still a bit shaky,

“You- You-” You couldn’t even speak you were so terrified,

“Easy Omega were not going to hurt you.” The dark haired Alpha says with his hands up meaning peace, but you don’t trust these men, you don’t trust any Alpha,

You could feel your heart pounding against your chest as it rose and fell rapidly,

As you look around the room not entirely sure where you were. Memories of your past come flooding back, your father, whipping you with a piece of bamboo, just to cause you pain, your brothers holding you down as you cried,

The small room, you feel your green eyes glow the icy blue as you start to panic, the two alpha’s look at you in shock and in their shocking state you make a run for it, bursting out of the room, past the living room and out the main door where there was more hallways, you run left your breathing, shallow and ragged having a panic attack as you were running you smelled many Alpha’s in the building, you find a stair well running as fast as you could down the stair well, while you were panicking at the same time, what did these Alpha’s want with you, you were on pills that block your smell, why did they kidnap you?

suddenly someone jumped from above blocking your path, making you back up and look as small as you could possibly look it was the man with dark hair, you back into a corner,

“P-Please don’t hurt me.” You say with a shaky voice,

“No one is gonna hurt you doll.” He says approaching you cautiously

You slide down the wall looking up at him, you’ve heard those words many of times, from your father, He was a ruthless Alpha, he blamed you for your mother’s death and always treated you as an object not a person,

And because of that you didn’t want to be in the clutches of an alpha, but here you were terrified trapped like prey, helpless to do anything, panic taking over all your training in self defense forgotten, you were paralyzed in fear, your heart hammering against your chest,

“look doll, no one is going to hurt you but you need to calm down, your on a verge of a panic attack.” He says

you can still feel your eyes glowing the electric blue that your father said were disgusting that he would love to dig them out of your eye sockets.

“Watch. In through your nose, out of your mouth, Deep breath in slow breath out.” He says

Sadly you listen to what he says, you feel yourself calming down, your eyes turning back to their green color,

“Good doll your doing good.” He says with a smile as he is kneeling in front of you as you look into his eyes and look down quickly,

They only want one thing from you.

“Now why don’t we go back to the room so we can talk?’ a voice to your left says it was the man with blonde hair, you have no idea how long he was there you were too much in a panic to notice,

You hesitate,

“You don’t really have a choice in the matter doll, we are just giving you the option to walk.” The man with the dark hair says,

You stiffen and swallow thickly, you nod slowly standing up, they both walked aside of you,

they both were massive compared to you, nothing but muscle you stood no chance against these alpha’s even if you used self defense against them, they would break you in half like a twig,

the three of you arrive back in the room, it was massive, you didn’t notice before since you were in such a panicked state,

“Now let’s sit and talk.” The blonde says with a smile as you stood there still in disbelief that all of this was happening.

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thalialunacy · 13 hours

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[for the @calaisreno May Promptcation. two fills in one day wooooo that's how much i hate my job lolol]

(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) 24: imperfect

The silence that greets John as he walks up the seventeen steps, bags of groceries in hand, is perfectly ominous. He's only been gone two hours, for God's sake.

… but he's kidding himself if he thinks Rosie & Sherlock can't do a significant amount of damage in twenty minutes, let alone two hours.

He resigns himself to a huge repair bill and/or an angry Mrs Hudson, and opens the door.

Sherlock is stood in front of the sitting room table, holding a squirmy Rosie. 'Hello, John.'

'Hi Daddyyyyy.'

John raises an eyebrow. 'She's very excited about something.'

Sherlock clears his throat and looks down momentarily. 'Yes. Well. We may have had an exciting…incident.'

John sets the bags down on the kitchen table then walks back to face them. He runs his eyes over his daughter, but doesn't see any obvious damage. 'Any blood?'

'Absolutely not,' Sherlock says immediately.

'On either of you?' John amends.

Sherlock shifts Rosie in his arms. 'Not important.'

'Alright, I'll bite. What is important, then?'

'Well, first we need to apologise, because we may have--'

'Broke bowl,' Rosie interrupts him firmly.

John shakes his head. 'We break bowls all the time, I don't--'

Sherlock moves aside, and John sees what's on the sitting room desk behind him.

'Oh,' he says shortly, his heart plummeting somewhere into his belly. On the table sits a sad pile of ceramic shards where once a handmade bowl had stood.

His eyes start to sting. John has very little left of his mum, and she'd been especially proud of that bowl. He can feel his heart rate increase as anger begins singing through him.

'I'm so sorry, John.' Sherlock's voice is low, and John's gaze snaps to him. His cool eyes are muddled with worry, and that's enough to jolt John into action.

'Need a minute, thanks,' he says, enunciating clearly, and Sherlock doesn't hesitate to nod, then reaches for a toy with which to distract Rosie.

John closes his eyes and doesn't count to ten; instead he forces air into his lungs, pictures his baby girl, and begins to count her toes and fingers. This he does, over and over and over again, until he can breathe, until he feels the anger slip and slide on its way, transforming into resignation and maybe even a glimmer of acceptance.

It is what it is.

He opens his eyes and breathes out. His body feels loose, almost depleted, but the red haze is gone. 'What happened?' he asks, throat a bit rough, as he approaches the table. Part of the bowl is actually intact, though there are a few small cracks running along it like wrinkles.

'We were playing aeroplane,' Sherlock explains, 'and her feet made an unexpected landing, one could say.'

John's lips twitch. 'And you're all right? You didn't try to heroically save the shards and end up slicing your hand open?'

Sherlock's face-- John's not sure what to make of it, exactly, but he has the feeling that as soon as they've settled in for the night he's going to have the living daylights kissed out of him. He is very much on board.

'It's just a little cut,' Sherlock says. 'And I already have a plaster on it.' He shifts Rosie and holds up the wounded finger in evidence.

It's a Sesame Street plaster, and that for some reason breaks John. He feels laughter shake through his limbs. 'Oh, Christ,' he says, wiping his eyes and looking up at Sherlock. A final chuckle escapes him, then he nods. 'You know what we're going to do?'

'What are we going to do?'

'We're going to declare that what was once a bowl is now an ashtray. In its final form, like.'

Sherlock lets out a surprised huff of laughter. 'An ashtray, you say?'

Rosie is not to be left out. 'What's ash tray?'

John and Sherlock exchange a look, but Sherlock speaks first. 'Something that will sit on our shelf, right here--' He walks over to the bookshelf by the fireplace. '--right next to the one that we s--'

John clears his throat.

'--acquired from the Palace.'

Rosie perks up, no longer interested in the ashtrays one little bit. 'Palace?'

Sherlock realises he's landed into some Prince & Princess Time a split second too late to do anything about it. 'Yes, palace,' he ad libs. 'In the sky!'

Rosie's eyes go wide, and the corner of John's mouth turns up. 'Well done.' He walks over to where they're standing and kisses them both. 'I'm going to put away the groceries and see about tea, all right?'

Sherlock leans in and kisses him again before he can move away. 'Thank you,' he says quietly while shifting Rosie to his other side. 'I know that's difficult for you.'

John nods in acknowledgement, and picks up the newly-christened ashtray one more time. 'Looks a little… rough, but should work fine.'

'It has character,' Sherlock replies.

'Personality.'

'An origin story.'

'A palace!' Rosie interjects, throwing her hands up in the air.

John's grin matches Sherlock's smirk. 'Close enough.'

[ <3 ]

And we get a little further from perfection Each year on the road / I think that's called 'character'; I think that's Just the way it goes

[inspired by 'Imperfectly' by Ani Difranco, from the album Imperfectly, which I have been listening to obsessively bc of this, and it's been a marvellous, self-indulgent time.]

#It's gonna be MAY 2024 #BBC Sherlock #parentlock #johnlock #May Prompts 2024 #MayPrompts2024

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mrm0rgansw0man · 2 days

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Can I request something real quick?

Arthur founds out he has a daughter but she’s living in the streets type orphan…

i got WAYY too into this story lol i hope you enjoyy!! Xx

i took a little bit of creative liberty with this one and it was just a blast to write

Daughter of Legend

"She looks just like you, Arthur!" Dutch said, elbowing Arthur arm and wiggling his eyebrows.

"There's no way..." Arthur mumbled, his voice sounded distant. His mind was somewhere else.

"Arthur! We need to go talk to her at least. I mean, look at the girl!"

"Oh fine!" Arthur grumbled. There was no way. She couldn't be..unless... No... Wait... Oh god-

"Hey! Why don't you men jus' take a picture of me if yer' gonna keep starin'! Piss off!"

That voice pulled Arthur from his thoughts, and drew a laugh from Dutch.

"So sorry, little Miss!" Dutch said, raising his hands in the air. "We just-"

"No! Men like you only want one thing from a girl like me- and you can't have it! You friends with the men who came after me the other night? If you come any closer I'll scream!" The girl spat. And fucking god it just broke Arthur's heart. Was it really her?

"Honey.. we're not here to hurt you. Promise." Arthur said, looking the girl in the eyes. Icy blue, just like his. "I jus'..."

"You..." The girl started, cautiously making her way towards Arthur. The southern drawl of her voice sounding all too familiar. "Do I... Are you...?"

"Is your name Victoria...?" Arthur asked softly, his voice raw with emotion but also full of hope.

The girl's eyes welled up with tears, her mouth was agape. Dutch had taken a step back, watching in awe from a distance. Now he understood why Arthur had reacted the way he did.

The girl nodded viciously. She knew who she was talking too, but she couldn't dare believe it to be true. Because what if it wasn't him? Even though she knew it was.

"Victoria Morgan..? Is that your name?" Arthur breathed out. Was is real?

"Yes!" Victoria cried, covering her mouth with her palms. She shook her head viciously. This was real, this was happening. It wasn't just a hopeful daydream she allowed herself to indulge in anymore. Her whole body shook the fore of her sobs, she began to fall forawrd.

Arthur ran forward, catching his little girl in his arms.

"Daddy!" Victoria sobbed, she wrapped her arms around her father and sobbed into his chest. Not even his strong and secure arms wrapping around her could calm her. "Oh it's you it's you I thought you forgot about me! I thought you left! I couldn't find you! Dad!"

Victoria wailed. A sound so painful and raw, it was barley contained by Arthur chest. He silently wept, a steady stream of tears flowing down his face.

"Oh my sweet baby girl.." Arthur said shakily. He cradled Victoria's head in his hands. Just like when she was a baby. It quieted her down a bit, just like when she was a baby. "I looked so hard for you and yer' Mama.... So so hard baby.."

"She's dead daddy..." Victoria whispered. "I- I-"

"Shhh Shhh honey it's okay." Arthur said softly. "You don't need to tell me nothin' now. I'm with you now. I'm never lettin' you outta my sight again."

"I've been so scared.. I tried to find you, for years daddy. I needed you so bad." Victoria whispered.

"Look at me." Arthur said, pulling away from Victoria slightly and holding her face so he could look her in the eyes. "You will never leave my side again. I'm gon' protect you. 'M here now, you just try and forget everythin' that happened to you over all these years. I'm gonna take care of you now."

"Nothin' else matters now that I'm by your side?" Victoria said with a sad laugh. Arthur returned the laugh. He used to say that same thing to Victoria when he'd come back to visit her injured. To stop her from worrying.

"That's right baby, that's right." Arthur said, using his thumbs to wipe away Victoria's stray tears.

"Arthur.." Dutch started, not really sure what to say. "Go..go get your little girl back to camp. I'll finish everything up here. But we need to talk when I get back."

Arthur nodded gratefully. Victoria ignored anyone and anything that wasn't her father, feeling safe in his arms but still stuck in that constant mode of survival and terror.

"I never though I'd see your pretty face again." Arthur said with a light chuckle. "You've grown t'be such a beautiful young woman.. I'm s' sorry I couldn't have been here to watch it happen."

"It's okay." VIctoria said with a smile. "It wasn't by choice, on either of our parts."

"Mhm." Arthur nodded. He smoothed down the ruffled bits of his daughters honey blonde hair. "You're 15 now, god there's so much I need to tell you. S'much we need to talk about.. C'mon. Let's get you home."

Arthur scooped up Victoria in his arms, and made his way over to his horse. He got Victoria settled before climbing on behind her. Neither of them could believe this was real.

"I never thought I'd see you again..." Victoria said softly. Arthur took one arm off the reins and squeezed his daughter in a hug. "Your Arthur Morgan? The gunslinger? And was that Dutch Van Der Linde?"

"That's right honey." Arthur chuckled. "I forget last time I saw ya' you were too young to know I had a name other than 'daddy.' "

"I only knew your last name, cause I heard mama call you Mr. Morgan a few times." Victoria said with a sigh. "I never even knew her name...."

"Eliza." Arthur said softly. Victoria nodded, though she didn't speak. He understood, I mean, what was there to say?

"When she.. y'know. She knew the people were comin'. She sent me out the back door, told me to run straight into the woods near the house. To get in deep, and told me not 'to come back, to wait there for her. She never came to get me. I stayed hidden till the next mornin' before I went back to the house and found her."

Arthur let out a deep and heavy sigh. Sweet Eliza, murdered. Gone. Dead. Her last act was to protect their daughter. God the woman she was. Arthur could shoot himself in the foot, if only he had done things differently.

"Do you know who they were?" Arthur asked quietly. Victoria sighed, running her hands through her hair as she began to think back to that horrible day.

"I remember her sayin' something about a bunch of 'Irish bastards' but that's 'bout it." Victoria said, so casually. If only she knew the information she had just given to her father.

Arthur's head swam, he couldn't hear anything other than the pounding of his heart in his ears.

Irish bastards.

Irish fucking bastards.

O'Driscolls.

a/n: will definitly be doing a part two of this! i get wayyy to invested in these requests and drabbles lol Xx

#arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 arthur #red dead fanfiction #arthur morgan rdr2 #rdr2 #arthur morgan fluff #arthur morgan is a sweetheart #arthur morgan is a girl dad #daddys girl original character #oc #original character #read dead redemption 2 fanfic #drabble

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↳ Index [Chapter 07 - Medicine]

Warnings: she is a nervous bean, Tae & Koo are hurt my poor boys :(, healing magic heheh, they're all so right for each other <3

Wordcount: 7.8k

a/n: dude. all my author notes are "i love them" but it is, in fact, the truth <3

“Jungkook, no!” you call after him, but too late.

He leaped off the edge, expecting to land gently like he would in the real world, but instead he almost face plants the ground.

All you can hear is a dull impact followed by a genuinely surprised, “oof” and “ouchies my knees.”

“Kookie”, you are by the edge instantly. As are Yoongi and Taehyung.

The latter, in his worry, leaps off the edge as well, calling out Jungkook’s name.

“Tae no!” you scream, but too late.

He lands just as harshly as Jungkook, twisting his ankle and falling to his bum harshly.

“Aua, ah, ouch”, he gets out, holding his own ankle while next to him, Jungkook rubs his knees and whines about them being in pain.

“You fucking idiots, goddamn it”, you mumble under your breath, “stay where you are, we’re coming down. Yoongi, use the ladder.”

“I was planning to”, he says, following you down the safe way, “you two are idiots. Why did you jump down like that?”

“I forgot that I’m human in here”, Jungkook whines.

“As did I”, Taehyung whines, “ah, my ankle hurts unbearably.”

“My knees hurt too. Aua, it hurts so bad”, Jungkook whines and lets out a sob of pain.

“God, you two”, you say, kneeling down between them. Yoongi joins your side, touching Jungkook under his knees while you turn your attention to Taehyung.

“Where does it hurt?”

“My ankle. There”, Taehyung says and points at it.

You press down on it, resulting in sharp pain to shoot through his lower leg. He flinches away.

“There?”

“Yes. Ah, fuck”, he gets out and drops his head in the dirt as he writhes in pain, “I think I ripped the tendon, it hurts so much”, he gets out through gritted teeth, throwing his hand over his eyes as he whimpers in agony.

“No my darling, this is so awful oh god”, you say and run your hand over his ankle softly, “I’ll try to move it. Okay?”

“Do you have to?”

“I’ll be gentle. I need to see if it’s broken.”

“Alright, oh god”, Taehyung says and tenses his jaw.

“Okay, take a deep breath. One, two, three.”

You can move his foot, but Taehyung flinches away after just a few seconds.

“Ah.”

“Hurts?”

“Yes.”

“Shit. Oh god, Tae”, you say and look at Yoongi, “Yoongi, what do we do?”

Yoongi, who was busy assessing Jungkook’s situation, looks at Taehyung. His face carries seriousness.

“Can you move your foot?” he asks.

“Barely”, Taehyung says, showcasing the tiniest of movement.

“Mhm. Yeah, you guys really fucked it”, he decides, “what were you thinking jumping off like this? You could have fucking killed yourselves.”

“We didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Yeah well, look at where this still got you.”

“I only jumped off because I was so worried about Kook and I forgot that I am basically useless in here”, Taehyung defends himself, sitting up which results in more pain to shoot through his leg, “ah”, he tenses up, pulling a face of agony.

“Okay, let’s not fight right now”, you say, sending Yoongi a look.

The latter nods his head, looking at Jungkook instead because your serious eyes flustered him. He rubs his hand over Jungkook’s left knee.

“We gotta get you guys inside. I know a healing spell, but I don’t know if Agatha has the ingredients for it.”

“Okay, what do we gotta do?”

“Do you remember the spell I showed you before?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s use it to lift them”, Yoongi says and changes his position next to Jungkook, “can I show her what I mean?”

“Yeah, what do I have to do?”

“Put your arms around my shoulders.”

Jungkook follows.

“Good. Stay like this and I’ll put my right arm under your legs now. Ready?”

“Yeah.”

Yoongi moves slowly in order not to hurt his knees even more. His left arm he drapes around Jungkook’s waist.

“See? Like this. Make sure you give his body general support and then imagine how the magic takes his weight off your arms. You still gotta do the carrying, but with the magic, he won’t feel heavy. Like this”, Yoongi says and stands up with Jungkook in his arms.

“Woah”, Jungkook gasps, looking at Yoongi with big eyes, “that feels funny.”

“Yeah, like you’re floating. Does it hurt your knees?”

“No. Not at all. Woah this is impressive, wow.”

Yoongi turns to you. To an untrained eye it looks as if he was carrying Jungkook bridal style. Quite frankly, even to a trained eye it looks like that. But judging from Jungkook’s genuinely comfortable expression, no strain was put on his knees right now.

“Like this. Try it yourself.”

“Okay, okay I’ll try. Oh god, I’m nervous. I’ve only done this twice before”, you babble, reaching for Taehyung.

“Your hands are trembling”, he says, holding them gently.

“I’m nervous. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You won’t. I trust you.”

“Well, at least one of us has to. Right?” you say, laughing nervously.

“It’s okay princess, you can’t hurt him with the spell. He’ll just feel heavy if it’s not done right”, Yoongi assures you.

“Take your time, baby”, Jungkook reassures you.

“I really trust you”, Taehyung encourages you.

Their sweet words calm down your racing heart. You can’t hurt Taehyung. Even if you mess up, the outcome won’t be awful. It feels so healing to your broken inner child to have partners who make such a little deal out of small mistakes.

You take a deep breath and close in on Taehyung.

“Okay, I’ll try it”, you say.

“That’s my girl. You’re doing so well”, Yoongi praises.

Taehyung smiles and wraps his arms around you. His encouraging smile doesn’t fall as you place your arms in the right position and neither as you close your eyes to try and visualise the spell working.

“Okay, I think I got it”, you say and try to lift Taehyung. You fail miserably, grunting embarrassingly, “sorry, that was a weird sound. Ah god, sorry. Sorry.”

“It’s alright, just try again”, Taehyung assures you.

“Sorry, fuck, sorry”, you stutter and try to lift him again, “ah! No that was a fail. Sorry, wait.”

“Hey, it’s okay”, Yoongi soothes you. He squats down and puts Jungkook on the ground softly. He rubs your back and Jungkook does the same, “don’t panic, my love. You’re doing okay.”

“I’m just scared. I, I don’t wanna hurt him.”

“You won’t. Trust me”, Yoongi promises and rubs the nape of your neck gently, “trust yourself, princess love.”

“We all trust in your abilities. So if you can’t trust yourself yet, trust us. We know that you can do it”, Jungkook says.

“Come, let’s try again. I’ll even make myself lighter”, Taehyung says, making you laugh softly.

“Yeah okay, I’ll try again. God sorry, I’m a nervous mess”, you say and close your eyes.

It doesn’t feel different at first until suddenly it does. Taehyung practically feels as if he was lifting off the ground all on his own.

“Darling”, Taehyung gasps, “darling, you’re doing it!”

“I’m doing it. I’m doing it?”

“You are, keep going”, Yoongi encourages you, standing up with Jungkook in his arms. The spell comes as easy to him as breathing does. He doesn’t even have to concentrate on visualising it and he knows that one day, you will get there as well.

“Wow, look at you! You’re doing it!” Jungkook cheers you on.

You are standing, Taehyung is in your arms and it feels easy to do. You turn around.

“I’m doing it!” you squeak, beaming at Yoongi and Jungkook.

“You are, wow you’re so awesome!”

“Good job, princess. Now try to keep that connection to the feeling and we’ll carry them inside.”

“Okay, okay. I can do that.”

“That’s my girl. You make me so proud”, Yoongi praises and turns so he could lead the way. You follow him with light steps, giggling happily.

“Can you feel that, Tae? You’re like air in my arms.”

“It feels most peculiar. As if I am floating”, he says and rests his head on your shoulder, “you are so impressive, my darling.”

“Yeah, I guess I am”, you snicker, “sorry for panicking. This was embarrassing.”

“Don’t apologise. I would have panicked as well if our roles were reversed.”

“I think you did really awesome”, Jungkook says, “don’t you agree, Yoongi?”

“Yeah, you don’t gotta be embarrassed. You did well.”

“Thank you, guys. God”, you say and do a little skip of happiness. It feels so healing to be with them.

You put Jungkook and Taehyung on the spacious sofa, making sure that their legs are properly supported.

“Now what do we gotta do?”

“We’re gonna make an oil which will speed up the healing. Then we’re gonna spread it on their wounds in a certain pattern and chant a spell as we do it. The oil will serve as a catalyst so the healing magic can soak their fibers.”

“Does all healing magic need oils to work?”

“The kind I learned yes, but there is another form of healing as well. Nilrem always called it Mending and said that only a very few witches were able to master it.”

“What’s Mending?”

“You manipulate the body through your magic. You shift bones back into place, reconnect muscle tissues and so on. It’s basically manipulating the body into its smallest fibers.”

“That sounds kinda nasty.”

“It is. Nilrem always said that these Menders can feel the body change under their spells.”

“Ew okay, really nasty.’

“Mhm yeah. Now can you get me some lavender, buckhorn, nettles and pine bark from outside? We’ll need it for the oil.”

“Of course. How much?”

“A handful of everything should be enough.”

“Your hand or mine?”

He glances at you.

“What? An important question. Your hand fits like three times more than mine.”

“Your hand will be enough.”

“Okay, okay. Coming right up.”

Yoongi puts some oil on the stove while you are outside. He looks at the two patients while it heats up.

“How are you two doing?”

They look at him over their shoulders.

“It hurts.”

“Could be better.”

“Mhm, you’ll feel better soon. The spell is very strong. One of my friends broke her leg once and we applied the spell on it. Next day she could walk again.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yeah. It’ll work, I know it will”, he says and turns away to stir the oil. He prepares some tea afterwards, letting it steep and carrying it to them before you are back.

“What’s this?”

“Tea. It’ll calm you down.”

“Calm us down?”

“The spell is gonna be”, he exhales deeply, “it’s not gonna be pleasant for you. It’ll help, but it’s a bitch during the process.”

“Oh god, really?”

“Yeah.”

“Why are you saying this, hyung? Now I am frightened.”

“Sorry, I just thought that it’s best to let you know so you know what’s gonna happen. Here, drink this tea, it’ll help.”

“Thank you.”

“Heavens, I hope it will. I already suffered enough pain in the past.”

“I’m back and I got everything”, you enter the cottage, hurrying to the stove, “what should I do with it? Oh my god you guys, I burned my hands so many times on the stupid nettles. They’re so sensitive now.”

“Oh no, poor girl.”

“Yeah right. Should I put everything into the oil already?”

Yoongi hurries to you, looking into the pot. The oil is beginning to boil. He lowers the heat.

“Yes, put all of it in there.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Next we’re gonna add two cinnamon sticks, three peppercorns and dried dandelion roots.”

“Does everything have meaning in this recipe?”

“Cinnamon and pepper is for warmth, lavender for calming, nettles support blood circulation and buckhorn is there to prevent inflammation. I’ll show you something with it. Show me your hands.”

You show them to him. Yoongi takes a few leaves of the buckhorn and chews on them. Once they are just a little mushy, he places them on your hands, rubbing it over the nettle burns.

“It contains tannins which cancel out the nettle poison. You’ll feel better soon.”

“Thank you”, you whisper, finding yourself so utterly mesmerised by him.

He knows so much. It makes you so attracted to him.

“There we go, all better”, he says and throws the chewed leaves away, “the pine bark and roots are there to support the magic. Roots are nourishment for the plant and keep it grounded. If the roots are strong, the plant is strong. So roots serve as a strengthening element for magic spells. Bark keeps trees protected and in the spell we’ll do, it will make sure to keep the magic protected from outside influences. If they shower and wash off the oil, the bark will keep the magic sealed inside their body and therefore keep its healing going.”

“I see. I understand everything perfectly. Thank you for explaining it to me.”

“Of course. One day, you’ll be able to do it all on our own.”

“Yeah, hopefully.”

“I’m sure of it. You’re intelligent and talented, you’ll be a very good witch”, he says encouragingly, rubbing your lower back.

“Thank you”, you whisper, feeling shy.

“Mhm. Now we gotta wait for a bit. How are you doing, boys?”

“Nervous.”

“Frightened.”

“Why?” you ask.

“The spell is gonna hurt, I kinda told them already.”

“Really? Noo, is there no alternative?”

“Sadly not, no.”

“Gosh, this sucks”, you pout.

“Hm yeah.”

You break away from Yoongi, hurrying to the others. You rub their shoulders in hopes of calming them down.

“We’ll be quick and it’ll be better afterwards. Promise.”

“I know, we trust you. It’s just scary because it’ll hurt.”

“Gosh, I know baby”, you give Jungkook a back hug, kissing his cheek and squishing your cheek against it afterwards, “mhm my baby, I’m glad nothing worse happened to you.”

“Me too, yeah.”

You back hug Taehyung as well, snuggling your cheek against his’.

“You too, darling. I’m so glad nothing awful happened.”

“Me too. It was foolish of us to jump.”

“Yeah, muscle memory can be traitorous sometimes.”

“It truly can be.”

“Princess, do you wanna come here for a second?”

“Yes, of course. What do you need?”

“I just wanna show you what to do to turn the oil from normal into magical.”

“Show me.”

“Once the herbs look like this, you have to stir the oil three times into clockwise direction and speak the word Elictis as you do it. It’ll activate the magic in it.”

“Do I have to channel the oil as I do it?”

“No, yourself. I’ll do it tonight because you’re not stable enough yet.”

“Yes, okay. Good idea. I bet my worry and nervousness would mess up the magic.”

“Definitely. Don’t worry, you’ll be able to do it one day.”

“I know, thank you my love.”

“You could start with them already as I do it. The oil’s still gotta cook for another five minutes.”

“Yes, of course.”

“Good. Get the injured limp exposed. Hear me, boys? We have to take off your pants if that’s okay.”

“It’s fine with me.”

“I do not mind either. Ah, it is difficult to do by myself.”

“Wait, Tae. I’ll help you”, you say and hurry to him.

You help him and Jungkook, then it is already time for the oil to be finished. Yoongi shows you how to harden it with the help of magic, earning himself a row of impressed gasps.

Afterwards you start work on your patients, rubbing the oil on the wounded parts whilst whispering the correct word. It is needless to say that it wasn’t a comfortable experience for neither Jungkook nor Taehyung and that there was a time where you needed to take a break for Taehyung’s sake.

He is sniffling, pouting with teary eyes.

“It hurts, please stop”, he pleads.

“Gosh Tae, I’m sorry”, you say, moving in to kiss his tears away, “I’m sorry, it’s so awful I know.”

“Do we still have to do this for long?” Jungkook asks with worry in his eyes. He is hurting too, but seeing Taehyung cry hurts more.

“It’s gonna be over soon”, Yoongi assure him, “try to hold each other and power through it. I’m sorry Tae, I know it’s bad but you’ll feel better afterwards.”

“Take my hand, okay?” Jungkook says, intertwining fingers with him. Taehyung looks at him, “we’ll do it together”, Jungkook assures him with a smile.

“Are you ready, darling?” you ask him, already situated by his foot again.

“I guess”, Taehyung says and looks away.

“Begin again”, Yoongi says and concentrates on Jungkook’s knees.

The pain starts again, Jungkook swallows down his own complaint for Taehyung’s sake. The latter squeezes his eye shut and bares his teeth, tightening his hand around Jungkook’s. Like this, the two men power through the last few moments of the spell. They are sweaty and exhausted afterwards, needing to drink water.

“You did really well”, Yoongi praises them as he washes his hands.

“Seriously, we’re so proud of you”, you agree, drying your hands after having washed them.

You return to them, wiping their foreheads with a paper towel.

“I’m tired”, Taehyung confesses.

“That’s part of the spell. You exerted your bodies a lot. It’s best to sleep it off”, Yoongi explains and picks up Jungkook, “let’s get you comfortable.”

You pick up Taehyung, following Yoongi upstairs to put the two patients under the sheets. You tug him in while Yoongi makes sure that Jungkook is comfortable. You are talking to Taehyung, but your conversation is so quiet that Yoongi and Jungkook can talk comfortably as well.

“I watched you be brave for Tae’s sake. How are you doing? Honestly.”

“It hurt so much, I wanted to make noises.”

“I figured”, Yoongi smoothes his messy hair out of his face, “don’t hold back next time. You’re allowed to show discomfort too, kiddo.”

“I know”, Jungkook whispers and closes his eyes when Yoongi leans down to kiss his forehead. He smoothes his hand down his temple, kissing his left cheek next.

“You were so brave. Hyung’s proud of you”, Yoongi whispers, straightening up so he could give Jungkook a fond eye smile.

Jungkook retorts it with a fluttering heart.

“Now try to sleep”, Yoongi caresses his cheek, “you’ll feel a lot better afterwards.”

“Okay hyung”, Jungkook whispers and closes his eyes.

Yoongi tugs one last strand of hair behind his ear then steps back. Taehyung is slumbering already after you calmed him down. You are by the door, waiting for Yoongi. You look shaken by the situation and so Yoongi places his arm over your shoulders.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know”, you confess quietly, trembling just a little.

“Let’s take a walk”, he says, leading you outside, “you did really well, my princess.”

“I feel so bad. We really hurt them.”

“I know, the spell’s a bitch. But they’ll feel a lot better tomorrow.”

“I don’t like causing you guys pain. It upsets me so much”, you confess and gulp down a sob.

“I know, princess, I know”, he whispers, pulling you close to kiss your temple, “come on, let’s take a walk for a bit. Yeah?”

“Yes, please.”

You take the main road today, walking along the gravel path. Yoongi keeps his arm around you because you can’t seem to let him go. He doesn’t mind, giving your arm and waist little caresses whenever he can.

“This trip ended so badly, didn’t it?” you ask.

“No it didn’t. They’ll feel better tomorrow, I promise.”

“Oh god, I’m still shaky. Look”, you say, showing him your trembling hands.

Yoongi pulls you closer, “you did well. It was your first healing spell and it was upsetting, but you kept your calm.”

“Technically the first healing spell was when I healed you.”

“Exactly and you fucking scorched your hands to the bone doing that. I know it was hard to see them in pain, but it had to be done. You did really well, princess.”

“Thanks, yeah”, you say and take a deep breath. You release it shakily, touching your own forehead, “oh god, why am I shaking so much?”

Yoongi furrows his brows in worry. It upsets him that he can’t offer you comfort in the ways he could in the real world. Outside this realm, he could calm down your anxiety by touching your temple, but in here he is bound to his human abilities. His weak, limited human abilities. But then. He isn’t truly human, is he? Yoongi remembers the spells of old. The spells he learned from Nilrem, which will cause him just a little discomfort but bring comfort to you. He stops you and pulls you close to kiss your temple, listening to the deep sigh of relaxation you let out because of it. You lean into his affection, touching his arm. Yoongi can sense your anxiety because he is currently taking it on for you. He breathes through it. He knows this exact anxiety all too well.

“You know, when I was still a witch”, he speaks softly, “Nilrem also taught us how to heal people. It sounded really great and exciting in theory and I couldn’t wait to heal my first person.”

You look at him, listening to his story intently.

“It was a boy. He wasn’t much older than seven. He played outside with his friends and fell out of tree, which resulted in a broken arm and fractured collarbone. His friends carried him to our hut and begged us to heal him.”

“So you were practicing magic in public back then?”

“Of course we were. Being a witch was seen as a really noble thing and people came to us for help.”

“I see, wow that sounds so cool.”

“It was. This day, Nilrem wasn’t in town because he needed to do something in the mountains. Don’t ask me what, he never told us anything. Only Namjoon, I and two other Creators were present when the boys came and because I was the one, who had mastered the spell the best, I had to step in and heal him. I was also the oldest present, so maybe that could have been a factor too.”

“How old were you?”

“About seventeen.”

“You were so young, oh god.”

“I really was and I was so nervous. The theory sounded great, but actually doing it? I was scared.”

“I can imagine.”

“I was aware that I was helping him, but the screams as I did it fucking haunted me.”

“Oh no, Yoongi…”

“I managed to heal him and he left feeling exhausted but good, but the first thing I had to do after he left was throw up into a pot as I sobbed because I was so fucking upset about it. As I healed him, I could feel his body changing under my hands and could sense his pain and hearing a child scream in pain for way too long is awful.”

“No, my poor Yoongi. I’m so sorry you had to go through this”, you get out.

“It was upsetting, but I knew that I did the right thing because a few days later, the boy and his friends came back with wooden figures they made for me as a thank you.”

“Aw, this is so cute, gosh”, you say, having to smile.

“It was. They were really adorable little kids and the stupid punk fell out of a tree again not long after. Thankfully he didn’t break anything again.”

“Oh gosh, boys will be boys no matter what time period”, you laugh.

“Yeah, seriously”, he agrees fondly, rubbing your back, “but the reason why I told you this story is because I want you to know that being upset after your first healing spell is normal. Healing magic is very upsetting as you are doing it. It’s not easy to know that you are hurting them even if it’s for a good cause. I understand your feelings and I’m here for you.”

You hug him as tightly as possible. He is such a comforting person. He really is.

“Thank you for being there for me and, and with me. I wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

“You’d still do fucking great.”

“No, no I don’t think I would”, you gaze at him, “you’re really important to me.”

He blushes, smiling softly before pulling you in to kiss your forehead, “you’re important to me too, my love.”

“Oh god Yoongi”, you stop just so you can rest your head against his chest, pressing your ear to it as tightly as possible. You hug him as you do, counting the heartbeats in his chest.

You inhale deeply, exhaling through your nose.

“You love me, don’t you?”

“I love you so much, princess”, Yoongi speaks softly. His voice tickles your ear. To hear it together with his pulse calms you down immensely, “why do you ask?”

“I just wanted to hear it”, you say, looking at his face, “it’s nice to hear it together with your heartbeat.”

He smiles, “you’re cute”, he says and takes your hand to lead you along the path again.

It won’t be long anymore until the sun sets. The colours of the trees are changing already. The golden light will be here very soon.

“Do you still like being human?”

“Yeah, it’s nice. I like it.”

“I’m happy you do. You seem really happy here.”

“I guess I am”, he shies away, “I like how normal I am and that I have limits.”

“That’s nice. Do you like your magic?”

“Yeah, I do. I missed it”, he says, lifting his hand to create a flower. He inspects it, “I didn’t know how much I missed it, but I did. It’s nice”, he says, giving the flower to you.

“You’re so cute”, you say, sticking the flower into your hair for safe keeping, “I want to be like you one day.”

“You will. You’re very talented. I think you and Kook have this in common. You’re both insanely quick learners.”

“Yeah, that’s true”, you agree, “I’m so happy to be a witch. When I first met you guys and you did all the world saving while I was nothing but a useless burden, I felt so upset about my own limits.”

“You were never a useless burden. Don’t say that.”

“Yeah well, I felt like it. You did all the fighting, all the talking, all the saving and I had to hide away because I was so vulnerable. I understood why I had to keep low, but it made me feel useless and like a burden.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel this way. It was never my intention. I just wanted to keep you safe.”

“You didn’t make me feel this way. Gosh, don’t worry my love”, you assure him with a fond smile, giving his hand a little squeeze, “I knew why you did it, which made me feel so useless. It wasn’t you, but my own limits.”

“Oh, my princess…”

“It’s not a sad story, it really isn’t.”

“Are you sure? Cause right now, I worry a lot.”

You chuckle, “you worry all the time, my love. I don’t know if that’s such a good measurement to base it on.”

“Oh yeah”, he does a funny you-caught- me-face to lighten the situation, “you’re right.”

You laugh. Yoongi smiles.

“You’re cute, my love and I guess what I want to say is that I’m happy that I found my powers. Once I learned control and I can actually use my magic, I can help as well. I can fight and I can save people and heal them and I don’t have to feel so inferior to any danger I ever meet.”

“I like hearing that”, his voice is even softer than it already was, “it brings me a lot of peace of mind as well. You’ll be able to protect yourself. It will lessen a lot of the worry for me.”

“Knowing you, you’ll still worry way too much”, you tease him, which earns you a soft bite to your shoulder, “ah, hey!”

“Stop teasing me, I bite”, he warns, biting you again.

“Yoongi, stop”, you giggle, chasing him despite your complaints.

He chuckles deeply, straightening up.

“Gosh, you silly cat, you”, you say, nudging his arm before cuddling into him. You look up at the sky, “I think it’s gonna be dark soon.”

“Yeah. Wanna start making dinner?”

“We could do that, yeah.”

Your grandparents return when dinner is almost finished. You tell them about what happened and how you handled the difficult spell to which they praise you. Taehyung and Jungkook don’t join you for dinner, but your grandmother makes up for it by preparing her healing porridge for them. It is already a little later when she finishes, asking you if you perhaps wanted to bring them upstairs.

You agree to it because they are currently watching a sports event on television and you don’t enjoy these kinds of shows. Yoongi seems really happy however, sitting between your grandparents with a pair of hand-knitted socks on his feet and a bowl of porridge on his tummy.

You knock on the door.

“It’s open!” Jungkook calls out.

With the help of your elbow, you open the door.

“I come bearing gifts. How are my two brave warriors doing?” you say, carrying a tray of food. Warm sweet porridge and mugs of tea fill the room with a cozy scent instantly.

Taehyung and Jungkook are where you left them. Tugged into your small childhood bed with their heads nestled in soft pillows and one blanket covering them both.

“I napped and then I napped again”, Jungkook says with his eyes slightly glassy from sleep. He is basically cocooned in the pillows while Taehyung uses them to sit up.

“I finished a book and started a new one”, Taehyung says.

“That sounds like a productive afternoon. I brought you guys a little snack. Something warm to heal your terrible wounds”, you add a teasing tone on your last few words, ending it with a little grin.

Jungkook and Taehyung pout. You can’t stifle your giggle, sending them a teasing look.

“You know nothing of our pain”, Taehyung says, “we are terribly hurt.”

“Of course you are. Poor boys”, you say and click your tongue, “don’t worry. Grandma’s porridge will heal you in no time. She always made it for me whenever I was feeling bad and it always made me feel better.”

You place the tray on the bedside table.

“And I’ve got tea for a good night’s sleep. Moo made sure to give us the yummiest milk for the food and she says it’s to make sure you guys heal.”

“That’s so nice of Moo, wow”, Jungkook gushes and sits up a little, “and the porridge smells so yummy.”

“It is really yummy. Yoongi is downstairs eating a serving. He said it’s delicious.”

“Then it can only be yummy”, Jungkook says and smiles cutely.

You retort it and hand him his bowl.

“Careful it’s-”

“Ah hot”, he gasps, pulling his hands away.

“Hot. Wait, I’ll put it there. Okay?” you say and put the bowl in the little valley his thighs build. The blanket shields away the heat.

“Yes that’s nice. So warm”, he says and accepts the spoon, “thank you, baby.”

“Eat a lot”, you tell him and pick up Taehyung’s bowl, “careful darling, it’s hot. I’ll put it there as well”, you say as you place his bowl in the valley between his thighs.

“Thank you so much”, he says and accepts the spoon.

You watch them both take a bite. Their eyes light up in sync, a choir of gasps follows.

“So yummy!”

“This is delicious, wow!”

You smile, “I’m happy to hear that. It’ll heal you in no time.”

“Oh yes most definitely. I can already feel my body recovering”, Taehyung says as he enjoys the sweet porridge.

“I love how sweet it is. Is that honey?” Jungkook asks.

“Yes, it’s honey from the bees. And some cinnamon, vanilla, nutmeg and a little bit of ginger. My grandma makes the best porridge.”

“She really does. I love it. Are there raisins in there too?”

“No we used cranberries because you don’t like raisins.”

“Thank you so much”, Jungkook looks at you with sparkling eyes, “this just made my heart flutter. I could feel it.”

“You’re cute”, you say and pick up the last bowl, “do you have space for me?”

“Yes of course, come here”, Taehyung says with a full mouth.

The two men scoot their legs slightly to the side to make a small space for you between them. You crawl over Taehyung’s lap as carefully as possible and wiggle yourself into your little nest. After some scooting and moving to get all three of you comfortable, you are seated. You are sitting cross-legged with the bowl of porridge in the little nook your legs naturally form. You are facing Taehyung and Jungkook, who both seem happy to have you in bed with them.

“I hope you don’t mind that I’m here now.”

“Of course not. I am so happy to have you here”, Taehyung says and caresses your knee gently.

“Me too”, Jungkook agrees, “did you fight with Yoongi?”

“No of course not. Why?”

“Because you said that he’s downstairs eating alone.”

“We didn’t fight. He’s watching telly with grandma and grandpa. It’s basketball, I don’t wanna watch basketball tonight”, you confess and giggle mischievously, “they’re having a blast though. They know all the technical terms and everything.”

Taehyung and Jungkook chuckle fondly.

“And I wanna spend time with you guys”, you say and smile cutely.

“You are adorable”, Taehyung says and grins before shoving another spoonful of porridge into his mouth. He enjoys it with a deep hum and a smack of his lips, “delicious.”

“Yeah, it’s delicious”, you say and smile, poking your spoon into the porridge, “can I tell you guys something?”

“Of course”, Taehyung says to which Jungkook nods his head.

“I’m so happy that I discovered my powers. I never thought it possible that I could ever eat grandma’s porridge again or sit in my bedroom, let alone talk to her and spend time with her. But because I’m a witch, I can be with my grandparents again and I know it’s technically not the real world, but it feels real to me. It makes me really happy.”

Taehyung and Jungkook smile fondly. And while Jungkook touches your hand gently, caressing your knuckles, Taehyung reaches out and caresses your cheek.

“And I can visit them with you guys”, you say and smile, “when they were still actually alive, I always told them that one day I will bring my husband here and then we can eat raspberry pie together. They both died before I could fulfil this dream, but because I’m a witch, I can finally fulfil it.”

“So we’re your husbands?” Jungkook jokes, making you giggle.

You shake your head, “we don’t need human contracts to show our love do we? It’s just a silly piece of paper either way. We are so much more than our names on paper.”

“I like this”, Jungkook says.

Taehyung sits up and guides your head to him with two of his fingers under your chin. You find no time to focus your eyes on him because then he is already kissing you, stealing your senses from you. Your eyes fall closed, your right hand touches his chest. His heart is racing uncontrollably. You deepen the touch just to get more of this feeling. He tastes sweet like the porridge you both enjoy. His lips are so soft.

He pulls back, tracing your lips with his thumb.

“I like this too”, he whispers.

You let out a small giggle, nudging his cheek with your nose.

“Mhm”, he hums and pecks your lips one last time before sitting back. You and he share a deep gaze, sharing in the happiness you both experience.

“And it’s great that your grandparents don’t think us weird, isn’t it?” Jungkook asks.

You look at him. Taehyung does the same.

“Yes right?” you agree, scooting closer as you do, “I didn’t think that they would be so chill about me being poly, but they didn’t even question it. Well, at least not in a judgmental way.”

“I was quite surprised myself”, Taehyung says, “but they must have seen how happy it makes you.”

“Yeah. They are probably just happy that you feel good”, Jungkook says, “they love you a lot.”

You fluster, reaching out to nudge both of them.

“You cuties.”

“I also must talk about what you said.”

“What did I say?”

“That you sometimes think about kissing a woman.”

“Ah”, your cheeks heat up, “oh god, this is actually so embarrassing”, you confess, hiding your hand behind your hands.

“What? No, it isn’t” Jungkook gasps.

“What? Why?” Taehyung gasps.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m just weird about it”, you confess, “it’s not because I don’t wanna accept it, but more that I don’t wanna come off as fake.”

“Why would you come off as fake? It’s only natural to want to experiment when you’re getting to know yourself better.”

“Did you guys know that you’re queer instantly?”

“Of course not. I thought that I was hetero for a long time until I began experimenting with Hobi and later actually exploring with Yoongi”, Jungkook says.

“I believed to be gay for a very long until I experimented with a group of women, men and enbies and I realised that gender didn’t matter to me.”

“So you had to experiment as well? Did it feel weird at first?”

“Definitely. I grew up very conservative. You know how I wasn’t even allowed to kiss my girlfriend?”

“Yeah officially and you still snuck away to fuck in the car?”

“Oh Kookie, how scandalous”, Taehyung teases while Jungkook laughs.

“Exactly. You can imagine how weird it felt at first to kiss a man and how confused I was when I actually liked it. It can be weird at first, but you have to remember that those weird feelings often stem from learned shame and guilt and not because it’s a wrong thing to do.”

“Exactly. Sometimes it can however also mean that it is simply not your taste. Which is also a very valid reaction to have and it is a natural part of experimenting”, Taehyung says to which Jungkook agrees.

“I see. Yeah. Thanks guys, you both are such happy and proud queers, so getting advice from you really helps me”, you say and smile shyly, “I think I wanna kiss a girl. And maybe, I don’t know, maybe try even more with her. Yeah, oh god my face is so hot”, you say and snicker.

Jungkook and Taehyung snicker as well.

“This sounds like a good time, baby.”

“It indeed does. Also, if you need help on how to properly eat out a woman, I can offer my services.”

“Oh god, Tae, don’t go there”, you whine, feeling so hot all of a sudden that you are scared they might see the flames you feel under your skin.

Taehyung chuckles, “I am merely saying. I also know a few very lovely ladies, who are very willing to teach an inexperienced woman. So I can give them a call if you want me to.”

“I appreciate the effort, but I think I’ll try to take it really slow for now. I’m not really good with strangers.”

“I respect this completely. Shall you change your mind, I will be here.” He lifts his finger dramatically. “There are also other ways. Magical ways. Ways to switch genitals for just a night.”

“What?” Jungkook gasps with big eyes.

“You’re joking.”

“I am not. I may not know a lot about magic, but sex magic? Oh, I have too many books in my collection. Some spells are truly remarkable.”

“Damn, that’s lowkey hot to imagine”, Jungkook confesses.

“Guys don’t go there, oh my god”, you whine, laughing with them as you giggle over the endless possibilities. You take a deep breath afterwards, releasing it in a happy sigh. “Thank you, seriously”, you say and study their faces, “god you guys, you are so good for me. Seriously.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just that I have quite some trauma and I feel very embarrassed very easily even if I hide it most of the time. But you are all very calm and patient and that means a lot to me.”

Jungkook takes your hand, looking at you fondly.

“I’m honestly still so embarrassed about not being able to do the spell at first”, you confess, “it’s already bad enough to be a loser in front of one boyfriend and I got three to embarrass myself in front of”, you joke.

“You’re not a loser, my darling. I think you did very well for your first time.”

“Yeah seriously, I couldn’t do what you can do. You even managed to send us to another realm.”

“Exactly. Because of you, we were able to meet your grandparents.”

“Thanks, boys. I’m happy yeah”, you look outside, “yeah, really happy”, you whisper, studying the night with melancholic eyes.

“Are you sure?”

You avert your eyes from the outside world, meeting their gazes. They seem curious and maybe a little worried.

“Yeah”, you assure them.

“Are you certain?”

“You suddenly look sad.”

“No, I guess”, you study the world outside, “I guess, I’m just melancholic in a sense.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jungkook asks.

“I guess, it’s just so weird to think that I’m actually able to see my grandparents again. Death is so final. You have your loved ones with you, thinking that they’re gonna be with you forever until one day they’re suddenly gone. It feels unreal at first because it can’t be real that they’re just gone for good, then it starts to feel urgent. Like you think that they’re on a really long journey you want them to return from because somehow in your mind you still haven’t accepted the fact that they won’t return. Then it starts to seep in and you begin to realise that there was no journey and there won’t be a return and it starts to hurt more than it already did. What am I even saying? Sorry, I don’t know why I said that.”

“Don’t apologise. Keep going.”

“I guess…I guess what I wanted to say with my stupid monologue about grief is that death is final, grief won’t ever get smaller but instead you learn to grown around it. You learn to grow with the knowledge that there was never a journey and there won’t ever be a return and that you just have to live with the fact that you can’t see them anymore”, you say and take a deep breath, “I think I learned to live with the fact that I won’t see my grandparents again, so it makes all of this feel like an unbelievable acid trip.”

“I can imagine.”

“And I thought that the things which would hurt me most to relive again are bigger moments, but it’s the smallest details that really got to me.”

“Tell us about them.”

“That my grandpa calls me his forest strider for example or that he fills the silence by calling my his girl”, you say, “when he wasn’t with me anymore, I kept clinging to the memory of his voice as he said these words and when I heard him call me like that again, I felt such a deep sting in my chest. You guys have no idea.”

“I know exactly how you felt. When I heard Jimin’s voice again for the first time after I thought I had lost him, I felt overwhelmed as well.”

“It feels so overwhelming, doesn’t it?”

“It truly does.”

“And the thing I missed most about my grandma is seeing her move her arm without problems. It sounds so silly, it really does. But during the last few years where I saw her, my grandma had problems with her right arm. She said it was from an injury in the garden, but maybe she got hurt fighting bad vampires.”

“Maybe”, Jungkook agrees, nodding his head, “poor Agatha.”

“Yes truly, it is awful to imagine.”

“It is”, you agree, “but in here, she can move her arm again and it means so much to me. You know, when she was still alive I often had dreams about her where she could move her arm again. Sometimes I was part of the dream and sometimes I stood next to it as I watched the scenes unfold. They weren’t bad dreams, but I still woke up crying each time. They left me so brokenhearted and even if my grandma was otherwise fine, I started to miss the version of her of when she was still healthy.”

“I understand these feelings. My grandpa had a stroke which left his left side paralysed. In the span of one day he went from being an able-bodied man to someone who needed help to walk. I was in my early teens when it happened and I also had many dreams where he was okay again”, Jungkook says.

“I feel so reassured knowing that you understand what I felt”, you say and scoot closer so you could rest your head on his chest, “I always felt so silly being so upset about my dreams.”

“You aren’t silly. It’s okay to grief something that changed”, Jungkook assures you as he scratches you behind your ear gently. His pulse is calm and steady. It is relaxing you.

You close your eyes halfway and reach out to touch Taehyung’s chest. He intertwines his fingers with you, but only after giving your knuckles a kiss each.

“Seeing my grandma move around freely again was the thing which overwhelmed me most”, you confess and close your eyes, “it’s the smallest details, but they really meant everything to me. It’s so unreal that I can actually experience them again and that time spent here is real in some way or the other. I really want to believe that they will remember us once we leave again and that whenever we come to visit, it will be as if they are still alive and we went to visit them.”

“Yes, I think that this will happen”, Jungkook assures you.

“I believe that we will have many more wonderful times here”, Taehyung agrees.

You smile and take a deep breath of relief.

“I’m so happy again.”

“That’s good to hear”, Taehyung says and rolls to his side. He drapes his arm around you, nuzzling his face into the back of your head. Like this you are cocooned between Jungkook and Taehyung, feeling both their heartbeats and sharing in their warmths.

“Wow, this is so cozy”, you say and giggle, “I might actually fall asleep like this.”

“It wouldn’t be that bad, would it?”

“I guess, it’s just a really tight fit”, you say.

Jungkook and Taehyung snicker, snuggling closer.

“We’ll make it work.”

“Yes, just like we make all of this work.”

“Yeah, I guess we’ll make it work”, you agree and giggle into Jungkook’s chest, “you guys are so cute.”

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