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tkaulitzlvr · 9 months

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OUT OF LOVE - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: once tom realises how much your relationship has lost the love within it because of the distance he has put between you both, it’s his job to make it up to you.

content: angst to smut.

a/n: my first post!! i hope you all enjoy!

lately, tom and i's relationship has hit a bump in the road. each conversation lit an already short fuse within the both of us, the smallest of words capable of creating an unnecessary yet very real dispute that would leave us silent for hours, and in the worst of cases not talking for days. but it wasn't just the things we said, it was whatever we didn't say, too. physical touch was usually a huge part of our relationship, but now, i couldn't remember the last time that i had properly kissed him. it had gotten to the point where we slept on different sides of the bed, refusing to lay in eachother's embrace as we usually would.

as each day dragged on, feeling like tom and i were moving further away from eachother, i failed to even remember how we ended up this way in the first place. we had a perfect relationship, filled with love and trust, those the foundation of what made us, us. everyone knew that we loved eachother, we were the 'it couple'. whilst we had small disputes just as every couple did, it had never reached this point - yet it showed no sign of stopping.

which is why it brought me no surprise that tom had already become irritated from my single question, asking him where he'd been after returning home late yet again, this becoming a habitual occurrence since the beginning of whatever our distance could be called.

"look, i was just out, okay? what is this a fucking interrogation?" tom fires out, frustration laced in his tone as he throws his keys on the table.

"im sorry for worrying about my boyfriend! i just wont give a shit next time, yeah?" i shoot back, confused on why he acts this way every time i start a simple conversation.

"yeah that'd be great, thanks." he mumbles sarcastically, scoffing and sinking into the sofa, flicking through the channels on the tv displayed infront of him.

"are you fucking kidding me tom?" i utter out, in complete disbelief of his childishness.

despite the clear anger in my voice, he stays silent, shaking his head slightly and continuing to look through the channels on the tv, this only fuelling my anger.

"can you listen to me for fucks sake?" my voice begins to raise as my patience is slowly wearing thin. i walk over to the tv, blocking his view and forcing him to look up at me, his eyes cold, an unrecognisable glare within them in place of the usual love that emits from them whenever our gazes meet.

"what?" he sighs, rubbing his forehead with his thumb and pointer finger.

"i'd appreciate it if you fucking listened to me, just for one second! i'm tired of sitting here alone, every night, wondering where the fuck you are because you're my boyfriend but i know nothing about you! i never get a text, a call, nothing! instead you come home at god knows what time, and act as if i don't exist. fuck tom, you won't even cuddle me in bed anymore." my voice begins to trail off, tears beginning to cloud my vision, my tongue instinctively hitting the roof of my mouth to stop them from falling.

he stays silent, breaking his eyes away from mine and staring into his lap, his fingers playing with the material of his jeans.

"do you even love me anymore?" i ask, genuinely questioning if he feels the same way he did when we first met, the man that fell in love with me no longer in front of me.

"what? of course i fucking love you. what kind of question is that?" his head shoots upwards, his eyebrows threading together as if i have asked the most ridiculous question, though it was one nagging on my mind.

"really? it doesn't seem like it." i reply, shaking my head and biting my lip, the tears now spilling beyond my control.

"i'm going to bed." i mumble, not waiting for a response from tom as i head for our shared bedroom. the sheets feel cold as i allow them to envelop me, the warmth that i would feel from tom's embrace lost, leaving me empty. it is impossible to fall asleep, my body laid on its side facing away from the door and staring motionless at the wall, longing to be in his arms, safe and content, free of the gut-wrenching realisation that our relationship is not the same as it was.

the door slowly creaks open after a while, my eyes quickly flicking shut as i pretend to be asleep, not keen on the idea of speaking to tom, not whilst his mind is acting so irrationally, mine sensitive enough that any argument would break down my already crumbling walls. i hear the bed dip beside me, tom laying flat on his back, whilst i stay put, not daring to look at him, instead keeping my back to him. the distance between us speaks volumes, tension reaching an all time high.

after a few minutes, the bed creaks, indicating that tom is moving from his initial position. as he has done for the past nights, i expect him to shuffle to the edge of the bed, increasing our already far proximity and confirming the fact that he cannot bare the thought of being near me.

however, much to my disbelief, i feel an arm droop around my waist from behind, tom's hand gently touching my stomach as he tests the waters, clearly thinking that i am deep in sleep. deciding to stay still, my eyes remain closed, accepting this small act of affection, for it is all i have experienced in the past weeks. but, to my surprise, he doesn't stop there.

he moves closer, his chest now flush against my back, pulling me tighter into him as i feel his uncertain breathing against the nape of my neck. my breath instinctively hitches at his unexpected actions, alerting him of my consciousness.

"baby?" he whispers into the dark room, not moving as he awaits my response.

"hm?" i mutter, unsure of what to say, not intending to reveal the fact that i was in fact awake, my cover completely blown as i lay, small and vulnerable, beside him, his body against me for the first time in forever. the uncertainty of what his response will be creates a sickly feeling in my chest. he could want to fight, to let out the last of his anger from our unfinished argument. or, he could want to fix things, to be the boyfriend he used to be. and right now, my mind was going with the first option, assuming the worst and bracing myself for more of his harsh words.

"we need to talk." he speaks, his breath fanning against my neck with each word.

i knew that he was right, my heart aching slightly as the possibility of resolving whatever the fuck we have become finally starts to feel real, not just something that i have longed for.

refusing to face him, i slowly nod my head, awaiting his response, the sound of our steady breathing the only thing to be heard in the silent room.

"i'm so sorry baby." he speaks, slowly and sincerely, his hand that is draped over my stomach beginning to slowly caress the bare skin there, comforting me in the best way. tears begin to silently roll down my cheeks as i struggle to find the right words to say.

he takes my silence as a chance to continue. "what happened to us my love, hm?" he begins, sighing slowly and increasing his hold on me, the pet name causing my heart to swell, making me realise how much i truly missed his affection, wether it be verbal or physical - i just craved him.

short sniffles emit from my mouth, giving away my weakness faster than i would have preferred. tom quickly picks up on this, finally turning me to face him, our eyes meeting, his immediately softening once he takes in my state - eyes bloodshot, tears staining my cheeks, mouth curved into a frown.

"oh baby..." he trails off, taking his hand and beginning to wipe my tears away one by one, the other gently stroking my hair. i melt into his touch, allowing him to comfort me silently. "i can't carry on like this, i just- i need to be with you again, not just in a relationship with you, i want to actually feel close to you again."

he pours his heart out, all whilst wiping any loose tears that fell from my eyes, which never left his, the love in them beginning to flood back as i can slowly recognise the man i fell in love with.

"do you really think that i don't love you anymore?" he asks, guilt evident in his tone as he feels nothing but anger for making me doubt how he felt about me.

i try to find the right words, swallowing nervously. "you didn't want to be anywhere near me tom. i can't even remember the last time you told me that you loved me." uttering those words made me realise how bad things had really gotten. tom would tell me he loved me at every chance he got, never failing to remind me of how he felt. but looking back, those three words felt so foreign that my mind couldn't even remember when he had last uttered them. and the realisation hit him just as hard as it did me.

"oh meine liebe...i'm so sorry." he starts, now slowly kissing away each tear that stained my tinted cheeks, holding my face gently in his hands. "i love you. i love you so so much. never ever forget that, okay?"

i nod my head, swallowing the lump in my throat away. "i love you too."

a slight smile appears on his face, my hand reaching to his head as i pull it closer, playing with the loose braids there. tom takes advantage of our nearing proximity, grabbing my face and gently connecting his lips with mine. for the first time in days, our lips touched, immediately moulding together as if they had never been apart. he smiles into the kiss, moving his hands to my lower back, pulling me closer to him and embracing me, our lips never parting. the desire, the passion in which our lips collided reaffirming our love without the need for words, my body and soul slips further into his touch, reminding me just how much i missed intimate moments like this with him.

he slowly pulls away for air, his lips, now pink and swollen, flush against mine, foreheads touching. "i promise baby, that i'll never give up on us, no matter how hard it gets. i'll never stop loving you, ever."

deciding that actions speak louder than words, i reconnect our lips once more, with much more desire and hunger than the previous one. he picks up on this need, reciprocating it and pressing his lips so hard onto mine that my breathing becomes muffled and there is no option of pulling away - but in this moment, parting from him doesn't even cross my mind. his hand moves to my thigh, placing it over his and kneading the flesh roughly as we lay facing each other, a small whimper escaping my mouth at his actions. our lips fail to part, making up for the lost kisses that we had so desperately yearned for.

lust soon takes over the innocence, my need for him growing by the second as our kisses become harsher, his tongue entering my mouth, mine gladly reciprocating. "i love you." he whispers breathlessly against my lips, pulling away slowly and studying my face. his thumb tugs at my lip, his eyes never leaving mine as he drags it down the now plump skin at an agonisingly slow pace, until he releases my bottom lip, it quickly bouncing back into place, his thumb now slightly wet with my saliva.

"you're so beautiful." he whispers, caressing my cheeks, taking in every inch of me as if this is the first time he has seen me.

"i need you tom." i mutter, looking into his eyes with a glint of desperation, longing to feel him again, our distance meaning it has been so long since we have kissed like we just did, let alone fuck.

within seconds, his lips are back on mine, his body moving in one swift motion on top of me without breaking the kiss, hands clutching mine, mirroring the hunger i feel.

"then i'm all yours." he mutters against my lips, reattaching them and entering his tongue as i gladly accept, moaning slightly into the kiss, a small smirk appearing on his lips in response.

he pulls away, looking into my eyes before reaching for the hem of my t-shirt and whispering "can i?"

i slowly nod my head, the soft fabric being pulled off my body and somewhere on the floor, both tom and i too needy to care where. his eyes scan my body, a hint of adoration within his eyes, his hands reaching for my small lace bra, undoing the back and tossing it aside. he pauses, gazing down at me, drinking in my features, everything exposed to him. despite the look of awe on his face, insecurity takes over, and my hands instinctively cover my breasts, breaking eye contact from him.

tom quickly takes his hands, placing them over mine and moving them away so that he could see me once again. "don't cover yourself, you're so beautiful."

i hesitantly nod my head, moving to remove tom's shirt, his chiselled abs and torso now on display. refusing to break eye contact, my hand slowly runs down the skin, feeling every bump, every muscle there, his breathing hitching as i do so. it has been so long since i had felt his bare skin against mine that it almost didn't feel real, my being lost in pleasure despite us not taking anything further yet.

i soon become impatient, pulling his face downwards and kissing him once more, his hands reaching for my panties and slowly pulling them down, soon removing his boxers, leaving us completely naked.

he pulls away, staring into my eyes and positioning himself at my entrance. "are you sure my love?" he asks, searching my expression for any sense of doubt, hating the idea of forcing me to do anything.

"yes...just fuck me, please." i breathe out, craving the feeling i have missed so much.

he smiles slightly, before slowly sliding in, groaning as he does so, my walls clenching around him, not used to his size as it has been so long since we have last done this. once he is fully inside, he stops. "you okay baby? does it hurt?"

"no...move tom." i reply, and he slowly begins thrusting in and out of me at a steady pace, whines emitting from my mouth as my eyes squeeze shut. his head finds the crook of my neck, groaning into it and beginning to kiss the skin, sucking lightly and leaving marks whilst speeding up his pace.

"oh my god." he mutters into the skin, his hands running up and down my waist until they find a stable hold on my hips, thrusting easier whilst his thumbs caress me, slightly digging in, however the slight pain only fuels my fire, moans now escaping from my mouth.

"oh tom..." i trail off, hands raking down his back, pulling him downwards so our bodies our flush against each other, desperate to feel any part of him, to be closer, despite him literally being inside me.

"i love you so much." he groans out, taking my legs and wrapping them around his waist.

he continues to thrust in and out of me, his tip hitting my g-spot, and i cry out. "oh god, right there tom..."

"here baby?" he taunts, hitting the spot again, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head. he abuses that spot, my stomach beginning to tighten as the familiar feeling soon takes over.

i clench around him, feeling my release creep closer and closer. "fuck schatz, do that again." he breathes out, and i tighten my walls again, a choked moan escaping his mouth.

"i'm close." he manages to let out, speeding up his pace and capturing my lips into a kiss, moaning into my mouth. i struggle to kiss back, holding back sounds of pleasure each time he thrusts in and out, the sound of my heavy breathing muffled in the kiss.

"tom...i'm gonna, oh my god!" i cry out against his lips, feeling my release wash over me, eyes rolling to the back of my head as i swear i see stars.

"oh fuckkk..." tom drags out, throwing his head back, jaw slack as he follows, my release triggering his own, the feeling of his cum coating my walls emitting another small whine from my mouth.

he moves slowly, thrusting in and out whilst he rides out our highs before collapsing on top of me, sweat coating his forehead. his head rests in my neck, breathing uneven and heavy, planting gentle kisses on the bare skin. i struggle to catch my own breath, my fingers running through his hair, body trembling as the adrenaline slowly wears off.

"i love you so much my love. i'm sorry for everything, i promise i'll never treat you like that again." he says, planting a single kiss on my shoulder.

"i love you too." i reply, tom lifting his head upwards and meeting my lips in a soft kiss, pulling away and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"goodnight meine liebe." he whispers, placing the covers over the both of us as i snuggle closer, resting my head on his bare chest as he slowly strokes my hair, falling asleep in each other's embrace.

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4imhry · 5 months

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tutor-in-disguise/fuckboy!sunghoon x fem!reader ( PART 2!)

synopsis: The tutor your parents hired who came up with a godlike features and a prince charming like charms? You thought you did great at covering up your so called feelings towards him but unfortunately, he already got you wrapped around his finger. (literally) He wants you as much as you want him.

taglist!

@mgzzn @jayhyunglover @kimsunoo2003 @heeseunghee7 @deobitifull

warnings!

cream-pie!anal penetration!sunghoon being obsessed with you!smut,smut,smut!

I apologise to those who I didn’t add into the taglist because I’m afraid some of you might have changed your usernames!

please read PART 1 before you read this part!

the next day of tutoring and the days after that, everything went back to normal. it was as if sunghoon didn’t inappropriately fingers you under the table while having dinner with your parents. not gonna lie, he was pretty good with his fingers but you can’t get ahead of yourself.

you constantly need to remind yourself he’s a player and he’s going to play you like he did to the others. however, it was as if the scenario was imprinted in your mind, making you touch yourself from time to time from the thought of his pretty fingers sliding in and out of your pussy.

“understood?” he smiled softly, the tip of his pencil circling the answer of the question he had been explaining to you. just why the unnecessary fuck boy nature and his smart brain had to come with in one package? it frustrated you.

you nodded, flashing a small smile before immediately moving on to the next question.

you needed to focus. you have to. finals is nearing and having a fine ass tutor like the guy before you wasn’t helping. the small strand of his on his forehead which lightly moved when he shake his head or looks away, tugged a small string in your heart; it shouldn’t be this way.

“am I going too fast?” he said as he gazes into your eyes. you could only glanced at him briefly. your not so innocent mind can misinterpreted the sentence in a different way.

“nope.” you quickly replied as you straightened your back posture.

hours went by and sunghoon finally ended his session for the day. “mhm I see you’ve understand most of the topics. let’s go over a new syllabus next time yeah?” he chimed softly as he packed his things into his bag.

“yeah.” I briefly glanced at him, smiling sheepishly.

unbeknownst to you, sunghoon was checking you out whenever you’re looking away–mostly tried to get a glimpse of endearing you looked. you can just breathe and blink and it simply made his stomach swarmed with butterflies. he thought you were annoying at first. annoyingly cute.

“want a drink?” you asked as you look up at him; gesturing him to take the glass of water.

“sure.” and oh, he can’t help but his mind drifted to how good you looked when you look up at him. his cock hardens at the thought of you taking all of him. he wants to see that pretty face of yours scrunched up due to pleasure and your voice turned to whines and moans from him fucking you relentlessly.

he purposely let his hand brushed against yours as he take glass from your hand, his eyes not leaving yours as he drank from it. sunghoon acknowledged the smallest gestures he made was affecting you and he enjoyed it.

at school, sunghoon, being from someone who doesn’t talk to you on daily basis became someone whom always made the effort to engage in the smallest conversation with you.

it could be between classes or at the cafeteria, which he always greeted with a small pat on your head or purposely messed up your hair. It annoyed you sometimes because it might caused a misunderstanding to anyone else who didn’t know what’s the commotion between the two of you.

on top of that, it is also one of the reason it got your heart thumping against your ribcage over a slightest gesture from the latter.

“sunghoon!” you grunted. he replied with a chuckle, finding your reaction to be endearing before catching up with his friends as he retracted his hand away from your head.

“did you understand that?–mhm now I want to see how you do it.” he said it lowly as he handed the pencil to you, wanting to see how you would do. did his voice just went an octave lower? god, if only he knew what his voice did to you.

it’s not like you can call sessions with sunghoon was a failure due to his handsome features which causing a disturbance to you but he got a way in his teaching that caused you to understand his learning materials quickly.

to your surprise, your grades improved significantly. much to your parents satisfaction–they decided to keep him around for a while until your finals which caused you to grunt in frustration when they announced sunghoon is not going anywhere anytime soon.

perhaps, you might’ve rambled–fake a complain to not give away the delightful feeling in your heart, growing to love the attention sunghoon gives you.

…

“shall we take a break?” he lightly taps on your arm, which caused you to get flustered. you nodded in response.

you were thankful he’s such an understanding person. both of you have been going on the same topic for 2 hours. you knew sunghoon just wanted the best for you and to ensure you completely had enough knowledge for him to go over the next topic.

“y/n, your dad and I is going to go buy groceries.” she flashed a smile at you as she gently pat your shoulder.

“sunghoon, keep your eyes on her okay? make sure she behaves.” your mom joked, slyly winking at you, briefly without sunghoon knowing.

“mom.” you sighed.

“mhm absolutely.” the boy widely grinned, his eyes drifting to meet your yours. you momentarily shift your gaze to somewhere else, suddenly feeling vulnerable and small under his gaze.

it was a long silence after that until you spoke, “uh..do you want to drink something?” you swore you saw his eyes shifts to your lips. it made you feel conscious of how you looked like, you immediately lick your lips to moisten it.

“water would be fine.” he flatly answered.

you instantly got up from your seat, avoiding to be any nearer around him because you just felt light headed just by being around him. you hardly get to breathe normally. he just looked that good. effortlessly good.

“sunghoon?” you spoke, when you feel his presence behind you.

“yeah?” you can feel he said that with a sly smile on his lips.

and oh lord—if only you knew your waist would be gripped gently by his huge hands while you were reaching for some kind of snack on top of the shelf, you cussed silently under your breath for not being aware the dangerous gap sunghoon had with you when you strutted to the kitchen.

you let out a soft gasp when he placed his chin on your head, his front pressing against your clothed ass. you gulped when you feel it poking, him trying to get it between the crack of your ass causing your arousal to risen.

“h-hoon..”

“hoon? that’s adorable. you’ve gotten me a nickname now?” he murmured, his voice sounding gruff as he buried his face into your hair, inhaling your scent which affected him so deeply in various ways. his behaviour is kind of psychotic but weirdly attractive, it caused you rub your thighs together from it.

you inhaled a sharp breath when he began to shower your neck with kisses, creating small smooching sounds as he softly graze his soft lips on your neck.

“m-my parents..they would catch us–”

“m’no, they wouldn’t.” he whispered lowly, his lips brushing softly against your earlobe, turning you around to face him. “your parents just got out of the house for like 5 minutes ago.” he chuckled at how flustered you got, noticing the way your body tensed under his touch. his eyes fell on your breasts hidden under the baggy sweatshirt, watching how your nipples got perky due to his teasings.

he smirked. you’re being such a good girl for him by not wearing a bra today. how nice was that for him?

he took note of how silent you were becoming, growing shy under his gaze. it erupted a small laugh out of him. “you okay?” in which you slowly nodded as a response.

he placed both of his large hands on your waist, turning you around so you can face him. you inhaled a deep shaky breath when you saw the way he bat his eyelashes. they flickered to every features on your face.

“come on. I saw your poor attempts of resisting me so many times.” he grinned devilishly before using him thumb to caress your bottom lip, leading you to unconsciously parted your lips. you knew you should jab back at him with a harsh comment but it seemed like your mind was fogged with the way sunghoon was treating you right now.

“it’s adorable.” it didn’t go unnoticed that sometimes during your sessions with sunghoon, your gaze would fixed on his lips instead of focusing what he was saying or that the way your eyes was fixed on his pretty, slender hands which was rested on the table.

he inhaled and exhaled,

he leans in and slowly pecks your forehead, grazing his lips to plant a soft kiss on the tip of your nose and then he parted away a bit, his eyes meeting your eyes to grant your permission before his lips crashed into yours.

his body completely pressed against yours as his hand roam on your waist. he skill fully slide his tongue past your lips, letting it danced with yours causing you to let out small noises of pleasure. the pretty sounds you made was enough to make the aching tent in his pants harden.

“s’pretty–mmph,”

he pulled away from the kiss, inspecting how he made a mess out of you. your hair slightly disheveled, your lips were bruised and red from being bitten and kissed, and your eyes peering up at him innocently, luring him in to take you in right then and there.

“such a pretty girl.” he murmured before lifting you up on the countertop with ease. you watched his muscles flexed when he carried you even if it happened for a millisecond. you can literally feel him undressing you with his eyes while his hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer to him while the other placed on the back of your head.

you pressed yourself harder against his groin, causing both of you to let out a soft moan from the friction. sunghoon just cant seem to pull away from you. he was addicted to the taste of your lips agaisnt his. he wanted more. both of you wanted more.

you keep grinding against his clothed bulge, the wetness soaking your panties wetting his pants as well. he grunted at how he eager you were being. his cock aching to feel you wrapped around him like a good slut you are.

“you’re driving m’crazy.” he murmured against your lips, freeing his huge cock from the straining of his jeans. he then lifted the sweatshirt you’re wearing skilfully over your head, with you lifting your hands up to ease the process. sunghoon immediately went for your tits, squishing them as he moaned at the sight of it. so soft. so squishy. you can feel arousal pooling in your heat when he fondle with your nipple, gently playing with it. it caused you to squirm in his grasp.

he took of his clothes, his eyes never leaving yours, watching the way your eyes raked over his well toned body, “m’want you..so bad mmph.” you let out a small whimper when you feel his bulge glide against your clit ever so gently yet so toe curling.

he abused your clothed clit by doing deep stroke on it with his clothed bulge. his precum staining his jeans, throbbing painfully to be released. you can’t help but drooled over how big he was. if this was how it felt when he dry humped you, then..would the size be twice bigger if he took his cock out?

you continuously let out loud whines and moans upon him teasing you, edging you. your clit was throbbing from his teasings. “h-hoon..” you sniffled.

“yes baby?” one of his hand squish your tits, fondling with your perky nipple as his lustful gaze never left yours.

“m’want you..” you gripped onto his shoulder.

he chuckled at how you adorable you were pleading for him. and who was he to deny your plead? he swiftly unbuckled his pants with one hand, letting if fall on the floor with a clinking sound. a grin made its way onto his face, the feeling sense of proud engulf him once he saw how you were not able to take your eyes off his fat cock.

“how is that..going to..” you murmured with fear mixed with excitement, eyes fixed on his cock. apart of you were worried if it’s going to destroy your insides from how big it looked.

“don’t worry. g’nna stretch you out.” he mumbles softly against your slips before pulling you in for another intoxicating kiss. his hand instantly bunched your skirt up around your waist and tear your panties with ease. he clenched them with his fist, taking a long inhale of it before throwing it on the ground. he then run his fingers along your wet folds–growing wetter every-time he touches you.

“I haven’t put it in and you’re already this wet f’me?” he said in amusement as he playfully tap the tip of his fat cock on your throbbing clit multiple times, causing you to let out a whine. he then glide his tip on your nub and your folds, letting the slick and his pre-cum erotically mixed together. the sight was enough to make him groan, almost making him cum right then and there.

“f-fuck..”

“h-hoon please..” you moaned.

his eyes flickered to your features, a hint of concern painted on his face. “are you sure y’want this, baby?”

you eagerly nodded, gripping onto his forearm and he waste no time before pushing all of him into your dripping wet cunt. the tightness of your pussy, hugging all of his length made his breath shudders. the ecstasy of finally having you, succumbing to him.

“s-shit..why are you so fucking tight?” he grunted as he slowly pushed all of him inside your tiny hole, forcing all of him to fit in inside your squishy walls.

your eyes rolled back due to the feeling of him, throbbing, huge inside you. sunghoon grunted with every thrust, every slams he made against your cervix. “y-you’re sucking me in ngh.”

you were completely laid out on the counter, his huge hands secured to your thighs pressed to your chest as he kept thrusting in and out of you. he let out a deep groan when he feel himself getting clenched by your tight walls. you moaned when he began drilled your insides relentlessly. sunghoon was more than thrilled to see the girl he likes sprawled before him like this. titties bouncing, your lips bruised from his kisses, hazy eyes, disheveled hair. it felt like a dream.

he leaned down to capture your soft lips into another passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours, swirling in arousal, as if his lips were moulded with yours. he grunted when you lightly bite on his lip causing him to piston his hips rapidly.

“ngh h-hoon! i-I’m..” your stomach suddenly form a tight knot from the continuous torture against your cervix. it’s insane how his cock was able to fit into you let alone stroking your insides.

“yes, baby?” he sly smirked as he changed the position, lifting one of your leg to hang on his shoulder, giving a better angle to slam his hips into. you let out a choked moan when his fat tip hit the spot.

he took note of that and continuously torture the spot, grunting as he almost approach his release. “g-god..” hearing your soft moans and whimpers turned him on ever, he felt like he can cum just from that alone. sounds of his balls slapping against your wet cunt, squelching with each movements he made. he rolled his hips harder into you, rutting himself in, wanting more of you.

“ngh mmph you feel too good..” he groaned as he fondle one of your tits, capturing your lips sloppily this time as he rapidly pick up his thrust feeling himself about to cum. he was excited about filling you up with his cum. “y’feel so good..around me. you’re practically drooling over my cock.” he said as he smothered your tits with kisses and gently bite them, the gesture was the opposite of what he did to your cunt.

“ngh-ah..hoon!” you cried out, getting even turned on because of his words. you were blissfully fucked out because of how big he felt. at this moment, you couldn’t believe one of your sexual fantasies actually came true. “m’gonna cum!” he smirked seeing your contorted expressions. he wished he could grab his phone and take a picture of it so can jerk off to it whenever he wanted to.

his middle finger reached out to circle your clitoris, spitting some of his spit onto them as he rub them gently and fasten his finger movements, rhythmically with the speed of his thrust. “I wanna cum inside you, princess.” he moaned. you nodded eagerly, practically grinding against him as he fasten his hips movements, his fat cock stroking your walls at a pace which got you to see stars. “can I cum inside you?” his voice shaky from the pleasure building inside him. “can I?”

you nodded enthusiastically, moaning uncontrollably. white substances mixed with his pre-cum forming a rim at the base of his cock as he thrusted in out of you, non-stop. soft moans and groans frequently coming out from the both of you. he changed the position and wrapped both of your legs around his waist, drilling into you causing you to cried out in pleasure. he was so deep. deep inside you.

“p-princess, I’m cumming–“

“h-hoon–”

and as you came from the hottest sex you ever had (because it’s your first one), sunghoon keeps rolling his hips into you, milking his cock, not wanting his cum left to waist. you looked down to see where spurts of his cum keep trying leak from your pussy. you whimpered from the sticky feeling but it low-key turns you on. his cum keep spurting, he brushed some of them on your cunt and also pushes load of them into your pussy, loving the sight of it trying to leak despite how much he tries to push it in with his long fingers.

you moaned due to overstimulation when he gently grazed your clitoris with his index finger. he smiles at how fucked out you look. especially when it’s because of him. “It seemed like you enjoyed it too much.” he leaned in to capture your lips in a soft kiss, gentle kiss unlike the kiss you had during sex which was passionate and sloppy. it felt different. it’s..a good different.

it was as if sunghoon actually felt something for you. did he?

both of you pulled away from the kiss, staring into each other’s eyes. both of his hands still wrapped around your waist to keep you steady because he knew you’re gonna get sore from earlier. “y/n..”

you replied with a hum, not knowing where this is going. “I know what I did earlier isn’t proper. I apologise for throwing myself on you like that instead of taking you out for a proper date.” he said lowly, his hand reaching to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. he just loved how your each of features are visible whenever you hair were tied nor tucked behind your ear. but even if you didn’t do either of those, you still looked gorgeous to him.

your eyes lit up due to his confession. “a..a date?” he nodded. “stay here I’m gonna clean you up properly real quick before your parents catch us naked at their kitchen.” he immediately sprinted to get a clean cloth from his bag. you tilted your head in confusion.

“have you always been prepared for this?” you chuckled at his “over prepared” gesture. it’s cute.

“for you? always.” he replied as he wet the cloth at the sink and wipe your thighs and legs, anywhere that’s glistening with his cum.

this took a while for me to finish. lots of programs, procrastination, and studying. :”)

#enhypen #sunghoon #jake sim #jay enhypen #jungwon #enhypen heeseung #enhypen niki #fluff #mia’s works!❤️#enhypen smut

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jordanli-dribbles · 3 months

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Made of Glass

Jordan Li x Fem!Reader | 2.6k words

Prompt #3: You think I’m weak because I’m not like you. Synopsis: They are a supe, you are merely human.

You and Jordan are from entirely different worlds. They are a supe, ranked number two and you are merely a normal human. Currently, a barista working at Jitter Bean on the GodU campus. As you pull shots of espresso and froth milk, you're also juggling your studies at the local normal university. Your days are filled with textbooks and coffee beans, study groups and latte art. This is your world, your routine, and you wouldn't trade it for anything else. You've come to love your life and routine, especially after meeting Jordan.

When you first started dating, you noticed a certain hesitation in their behavior. It seemed as if they were always holding back, afraid of causing you harm. They were exceedingly gentle with you, treating you with a delicacy as if you were a fragile piece of glass that could shatter at the slightest mishandling. Their actions and touch were calculated and cautious, reflecting their love for you. Yet, it pained you to see how much thought and effort they put into the smallest things in order to keep you safe.

Every action they took seems to be for your protection. They open doors for you, not merely out of courtesy, but out of a deep-seated need to shield you from the world. They open jars for you, seeing an unnecessary risk in a simple task. They prevent you from doing anything they deem dangerous, their definition of 'danger' being far broader than yours. You weren’t the only human on campus but the few incidence with supe and human have left a sour taste for Jordan. Their overprotectiveness only growing.

If someone hugged you a bit too tightly, they immediately step in, serving as your personal protector, reprimanding the 'offender' for their thoughtlessness. If someone sneezes, they ensure the person stays a safe distance away, as if a mere sneeze could shatter you.

While you love them, their constant vigilance can feel like a cage. Their kindness, while well-intended, begins to blanket you, smothering your independence and creating a sense of claustrophobia. But you see the love in their eyes, a love that is as deep as the ocean, as vast as the sky. It's a love that is genuine and caring, a love that sees you as the most precious thing in the world. Every time they look at you, their eyes hold a promise to protect you, to cherish you.

So, you tolerate their overprotectiveness. You understand where it's coming from. You see the fear ingrained in their actions, the fear of losing you. And maybe, just maybe, you can help them see that you're stronger than they think.

It was just like any other day. You were sitting by the Polarity’s statue waiting for Jordan to finish their office hours scrolling mindlessly on your phone. Suddenly, you saw Andre zoom past you on a flashy new electric scooter at a speed that was definitely unsafe.

"Dude, is that new?" You couldn't help but call out, your smile wide and your curiosity piqued as the scooter gleaming under the sun. Hearing your shout, he quickly turned back around, heading towards where you were now standing. The scooter stopping with a dramatic screech that stirred up dust around your feet.

"Yeah, you like it? It's a new toy from dad," Andre replied, his voice full of pride. He dismounted with a youthful spring in his step, leaving the scooter to stand on its own. It hummed softly, like a futuristic machine out of a sci-fi movie, this wasn’t a standard electric scooter. You found yourself drawn to it, your eyes scanning over its sleek design, the fancy built-in gadgets, and the vibrant neon color that seemed to pulsate with life.

Wandering closer, you circled the scooter, your fingertips hovering just above the surface as if afraid to touch. You were intrigued, the childlike wonder in your eyes evident.

Seeing your interest, Andre offered, "Wanna give it a try?" His tone was casual, but there was an undercurrent of excitement. You looked up at him, a hint of apprehension flickering in your eyes as you glanced from side to side. It was as if you were considering the potential risks and the thrill of the unknown simultaneously.

Andre noticed your hesitation and, with a teasing grin, he nudged you gently. "Oh come on! Live a little. It’s easy, I'll show you how." His words were a challenge, an invitation to step out of your bubble and embrace the adventure.

After reviewing the basics, Andre tilted the scooter towards you, encouraging you to ride. With a big smile, you stepped onto the scooter and took off. Feeling free, you zoomed past dozens of people, the wind blowing on your face, the thrill coursing through your veins. You laughed, feeling giddy like a child with a new toy. The feeling was exhilarating, it felt like what you imagine flying would be like.

You were so engross in the feeling that you didn't notice the curb and both you and the scooter went flying over the hedges. After tumbling and having the wind knocked out of your lungs, the world spun. Your ears were ringing, and you tasted the metallic tang of blood from your split lip. Despite your body aching, you didn't care, you had never felt so free before.

"Oh shit, are you okay?!" A panicked voice rang out. Looking up, you saw Andre. His eyes were wide, his expression frozen in shock as he stared down at you with concern. Yet all you could do was laugh, lying flat on your back on the grass. He couldn’t help but laugh along with you, his expression softening at the sound of your mirth. The two of you were laughing like idiots, as if you hadn’t just been thrown across the campus.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted your laughter. "What the fuck happen?" Jordan demanded, concern etching their voice as they ran towards you. Their eyes darted over your form, quickly assessing the situation and the extent of your injuries.

"Oh, hey baby!" you greeted them cheerfully, managing to sit up on the grass. Your voice held a tone of delight despite the circumstances. "Andre was just teaching me how to use his new scooter, but the asshole forgot to show me how to brake," you explained, playfully squinting your eyes at Andre in mock anger.

Andre, seemingly unfazed by your comment, flashed you a wide grin. “In my defense I thought that was pretty intuitive!” he declared, shaking his head in a gentle, almost playful manner.

"Apparently not, jerk!" you fired back quickly, laughing at your own clumsiness. You struggled to stand upright, wincing slightly as you felt the fresh bruises forming on your skin. Jordan, immediately reached out to lend a hand. Their touch was gentle, and you appreciated their concern, even though you knew it was fueled by their instinct to protect you, anger and worriedness evident in their eyes.

With Jordan's help, you managed to get on your feet. You took a moment to dust yourself off, brushing away the grass and dirt that clung to your outfit. It was a futile attempt, considering how much you had tumbled, but it made you feel somewhat better. You licked your bottom lip, wiping away the blood from the split, wincing a slight from the pain.

Jordan stood by your side, examining the extent of your injuries until your eyes met with Andre's. There was a brief silence. A small smile tugged at your lips until you both burst into laughter, the sound echoing around you.

“You think this is fucking funny!” Jordan yells shifting, stepping towards Andre clearly pissed off that he was the reason you had gotten hurt. Their voice was harsh, the anger radiating from their body. Andre froze, and took an instinctive step back holding their hands up in front of him, attempting to keep things calm.

“Chill man, it was all in good fun. No harm, no foul.” he replied, taking another step to pick up his scooter off the ground, ignoring Jordan’s angry glare.

“No harm?! She’s fucking bleeding asshole!” Jordan yelled taking another step closer to him. They were beyond mad, you could feel the anger emanating from their body. Seeing the situation escalating, you gently grasped Jordan's arm and tugged, attempting to draw their attention away from Andre.

"Hey, babe," you murmured softly, your tone light and gentle. "I'm okay, I promise. It's just some little scratches and bruises, nothing major." you finished, taking a quick glance down at your injuries.

Jordan didn't respond. Instead, their eyes narrowed, the muscles in their jaw tensing as their teeth ground together. Their expression was cold, dark and their posture rigid, the tension palpable in the air. And Andre did not back down, his own stare turning into a glare.

You tightened your grip on Jordan’s arm, tugging them towards you. You really didn’t want this to escalate into something else. You stepped in front of Jordan, grabbing their chin to turn their gaze down towards you. "I'm okay Jordan," you repeated, emphasizing each word.

Finally, their expression softened as their eyes met yours. There was a mixture of emotions in their eyes. Fear, worry, anger, concern. However, their anger swiftly dissipated when they saw your split lip, their concern for you taking over.

"Let's go get you cleaned up," they finally said, their voice quiet as their hand came down to the small of your back. They began leading you away, but not before shooting Andre a final glare. You gave him an apologetic smile before turning around and allowing Jordan to guide you. They led you back to their dorm, their arm still wrapped around you as they guided you. The entire walk was filled with silence, Jordan's body still tense and rigid, the tension still thick in the air.

Now you sat on the bathroom counter as Jordan cleaned your face with a warm towel. They were avoiding your gaze, their expression hard, their brows furrowed and their lips set in a tight line. The air was heavy, the atmosphere suffocating. You hated the awkwardness, and the fact that they were so upset over something that seemed so minuscule to you.

You sighed and grabbed their wrist, stopping their motions, their eyes finally meeting yours. "Are we just not going to talk about it?" you asked, your tone laced with frustration. They let out a sigh and dropped their gaze, placing the warm towel back on your face, focusing on cleaning your wounds instead.

"Jordan," you pressed, placing your hand on their chest. They looked down at you, their expression conflicted, their gaze a mixture of emotions.

"You could've gotten seriously hurt," they whispered softly. You took a deep sigh, closing your eyes before looking at them. You had been dreading this conversation, but now was a good time of any. You desperately needed to get it off your chest, before you truly suffocated.

“Jordan,” you start softly again, making sure they are looking at you before you continue. “I love you more than words can express, but sometimes you treat me like I am made out of glass. Like any sudden movement might cause me break. You think I’m weak because I’m not like you. But baby, I am human. We get hurt, we bruise, we bleed, and we get back up. Please trust me. Trust that I can take care of myself. That I won't fall apart."

You watched their face fall as you spoke, a mix of hurt and fear clouding their expression. "I know you can take care of myself," they whispered, their tone low, barely audible. "But what if one day you can't? What if one day I'm not around, and you end up hurt or worse?" they continued, their voice cracking, their eyes beginning to glisten. You sighed, and gently place your hand on their cheek, their eyes meeting yours.

"You can't keep me in a bubble, Jordan," you say gently. After a pause, you continue, "I don't need you to protect me from getting hurt. I need you to be there to help me get back up. To support me when I take risks, even if I might fail. I'm not a fragile doll that's going to shatter with a simple breeze. I'm not a damsel who needs constant saving. What I need is for you to believe in me, to trust me to know my own limitations.”

They were silent, their expression conflicted, their emotions heighten. After a long pause, they finally responded, their voice cracking. "I'm scared," they whispered, the admission almost inaudible. They leaned into your touch, their eyes closing, their expression vulnerable.

"I'm scared that I'll lose you. I'm scared that one day I'll wake up and you'll be gone, and it'll be all my fault because I wasn’t there to protect you," they continued, their voice trembling. "I can't lose you."

You felt a pang of guilt for not considering how difficult this must be for them too. This was all new, and their protective instincts were only amplified by the newness. You drew them close, your arms encircling their neck, holding them against you. "You're not going to lose me, Jordan. I'm right here baby, just a little bruised," you tried joked, with a small smile, while tracing gentle pattens behind their neck.

You heard their breathing slow down, and their body relaxed. Their arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly, and they rested their head on your shoulder. You both stayed there, wrapped in each other's arms, in comfortable silence for a few minutes.

"I'm sorry," they mumbled into your shoulder, their voice barely audible. You shook your head slowly and pressing a gentle kiss to the side of their head, squeezing their shoulders gently.

"I know, baby" you said softly, rubbing their back in soothing circles, "And I love how you take care of me, but I just need you to ease up a little."

Their grip on your waist tightened, their arms wrapping tighter around you. "Okay," they replied, their voice a soft whisper. As they pull back, their gaze was tender, their eyes soft. You couldn't help but smile and press a soft kiss to their lips, the gesture a reassurance that everything was okay. They look at you for a moment before speaking, their voice soft and laced with sincerity. "I promise I'll try my best to be less overprotective." They said their thumb softly brushing over your bruise lip.

"Good, because I really want to use that scooter again," you said with a playful grin. They let out a light chuckle the stress melting away from their body, slowly rolling their eyes at your comment. A gentle smile spreading across their lips as they leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

"We'll see about that," they replied. You couldn't help but laugh, at least they were trying. You knew it would take time, their overprotectiveness would not disappear overnight, but at least they were willing to try. And despite their overprotectiveness, they always made you feel safe, secure and most of all, loved. For in love, as in life, sometimes it's the cracks on your skin that allow the light to shine through.

This was based on this prompt list which inspired this new wave of inspiration. This also got way longer than I intended.

#gen v #jordan li #jordan li x reader #gen v x reader #gen v fanfiction #jordan li x you

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the-incapable-hero · 5 months

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Artem is so funny to me. Like. At the beginning he's all like "I'm boring and there's nothing interesting about me."

And then you spend some time outside of work with him and he:

Wears a suit to literally every casual occasion

Will pull out stacks of relatively unnecessary research like it's the most normal thing in the world

Is horrendous at acting, to the point that he makes it harder for the people around him to play along

Return of the suit: they comprise like half his wardrobe

Will say the most out of pocket things all while looking like :|

The man can make anything delicious. Get you a man who can cook like Artem Wing

Does he sleep? I don't know. He wakes up way too early and swims daily. He works at a law firm. Like dude. At this point I think he has time powers with how much he gets done in a day

Suit again: how much do you think cleaning costs? That can't be insignificant right? He wears those things everywhere. There's no way he doesn't go through tailored suits like tissues, right?

He chooses the smallest things to get flustered at. He will destroy people with words but as soon as they mention a random insignificant thing he was embarrassed about last tuesday it's over

Seriously how loaded is this guy if he can afford so many suits? Those things often get made custom you know. He could probably get another car if he compiled all the money he spent on suits

This post was inspired by: Artem Wing going on a casual date wearing a tailored suit

#ramblings #tears of themis #artem wing #he says he's boring and i just don't believe him #there's probably more artem trivia but i can't think of it right now while im eating

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randomness-is-my-order · 5 months

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can we talk about percy’s guilt and self-esteem for a second?? because imo he has an absolutely insane habit of taking the blame for soooo many things and even when he’s the cause of trouble, the lengths he goes to rectify an error are IMMENSE. the most obvious one is him literally accepting a surely fatal prophecy because he feels responsible for bianca’s death (and ofc, he cares about nico but at that time, he also felt like he owed nico) but in the show, they portray this very accurately by having percy readily try and give up his life as a way to circumnavigate athena’s lack of help which he 100% blames himself for and has also verbally acknowledged.

(not that this will hinder him from letting the gods know exactly what he thinks of them but that’s a conversation for another day.)

point is, percy is insanely loyal and he is insanely susceptible to a guilt-ridden conscience. he will hold himself accountable for the smallest of things i am NOT kidding, like he’s the kinda guy to scold himself internally for stepping on someone’s toes by mistake. and this stems from his low self-esteem even though there is loads of nuance here because percy is also very confident when the need arises but in small, more grounded interpersonal relationship moments, his view of himself is so heartbreakingly unfair. he can be admirably surefooted in front of mighty beings like gods but when it comes to his friends and other demigods, he’s constantly second guessing himself and taking blame for the smallest of inconveniences. and i’m just. so. torn up about it. because this taking guilt over unnecessary things continues on into the sequel series too because i so clearly remember him feeling guilty about calypso and i hated it because percy jackson will stand up for everyone and their mothers but he also doesn’t defend himself half as fiercely as he should.

here are some examples from JUST lightning thief about percy and his guilty schtick routine this boy istg he needs to have a higher view of himself goodbye.

#am i officially intermixing pjo book and show canons??#yes yes i am #imo the show’s just enriching the pre-existing lore on percy and other characters #i run an anti-guilt prayer circle just for percy #percy can pls not repent for minor wrongdoings thank you #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo fandom #pjo series #pjo tv show #percy pjo #pjo tv adaptation #pjo tv series #walker scobell #percy series #percy appreciation

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rendezvouz-fling · 1 year

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Astro observations #8

• Taurus suns with Virgo moons & Taurus risings were those people who when home alone would cook and then go eat in their rooms and stay in their beds all day watching funny/charismatic YouTubers like Lily Singh back in 2016-18.🌚

• Earth moons’ love language is softening up to people and sharing their food with them after they’ve made that person mad.

• Pisces suns with Earth moons especially Taurus moons have sweet earthy singing voices! • Also most people with Pisces in their big 6 especially Sun & Moon tend to be really good singers because they tend to start singing from a very young age specifically when they’re still toddlers. E.g. Michael Jackson (Pisces moon/rising) who first appeared on tv at 10-11 years old & Leon and Charmaine Sylvers (Pisces suns) who first toured with Ray Charles and sang on the Groucho Marx show while they were still little kids.

• Aquarius sun girls in school are either those popular girls who wear a lot of makeup, spray perfume on themselves and around them every 5 minutes, are unnecessary loud/pick me types and love taking selfies OR they are the outcasts who don’t wear makeup, are very friendly, chill & nonjudgmental, are somehow friends with everybody? And are usually seen as a little “weird” or “awkward” by the majority of other people. There is NO IN BETWEEN whatsoever.

• What’s up with underdeveloped Fire venuses and dating their siblings/friend’s crushes/ex’s?🧐 Like, they literally can’t know that you like somebody they’ll go fleeing to that person or if you’ve broken up with somebody they’ll go date/sleep with that person. Even if you have an old crush and you say you don’t like them anymore, these people WILL make sure they have SOME sort of connection to them.

• Nah because Fire/Water suns with Air moons when underdeveloped WILL use people, lmao. Fire suns/Air moons will come on strong, bold & fiery and best believe they’re the types to set people up or be nice & encouraging and then talk the most shit about them behind their backs. While Water suns will jump from friend to friend and be more secretive about their motives. They’ll also have a very much “Obliviously have people wrapped around my fingers.” type personalities and keep things cordial but then go and betray them.

• And if there’s ever a union between Water suns/Air moons and Fire suns/Air moons–while they’re both underdeveloped then the Water suns get charmed up and backstabbed while the Fire sun underestimates the Water sun then gets finessed!

• Underdeveloped Fire moons will think they're better than everybody and will dismiss others’ opinions/emotions if they don’t see fit. They also love to rub their underdeveloped knowledge in people’s faces but will also have little to no tactics and might overreact and end up breaking connections with people then regretting it later.

• Underdeveloped Air moons will think they know it all because they’re very mentally intellectual beings but they can exude very cocky “I’m better than you” and “you’re not on the same intellectual level as me so you can’t compete where you don’t compare” vibes and might play on sarcasm a lot! They’ll also ghosts their friends or isolate themselves then complain about being lonely. • Underdeveloped Earth moons will be overly possessive over their own and other people’s materialistic things and have a selfish “my way or the high way” demeanor anddd they will act greedy and hide things then be upset if they find out others ‘hid’ things from them. They’ll also call you out a lot even for the smallest things like the way your tone changed when you talked to them and will act super paranoid about getting things done.

• Underdeveloped water moons will play the victim in most situations at least 9 times out of 10. Even to the point of selfish pity party ranting that’s a completely twisted different version of the real story and they’ll go as far as crying theatrics in front of people while lying to them to manipulate others into being on their side and feeling sorry for them.

• Aries Mercury-Libra Mercury best friend duos are one of the best, hands DOWN!!! Although Aries mercuries tend to be more aggressive, energetic and straight to the point type people they teach Libra mercuries to be more upfront about voicing their ideals & concerns while Libra mercuries tend to show Aries mercuries that good mannerisms are more likely to get you places in the long run and they might also teach them about thinking things through more.

• Scorpio moons/mars parents love language is being harsh to their kids especially making fun of their sensitivity yet they’re emotionally immature themselves. They usually tend to have kids with Fire/Air mercuries!

• 5th house suns are so dramatic and I am so here for it!!😂

• 3rd house placements are very mentally active people and might be underestimated depending on their other placements but are very smart even if they have Pisces/Sag mercuries! Also into poetry and reading!

• Virgo sun Aquarius moon men will act like total fucking crackheads!! Even if they have a Virgo mercury—These people have NO CHIL!!😂😭

• Scorpio suns with Scorpio risings and Water risings in general tend to have the fakest friends that won’t hesitate to hurt them or belittle them. Some people don’t deserve to have you in their lives and it’s totally okay to cut people off gorgeous! <3

• Cancer suns with Capricorn sun mothers tend to not be too affectionate..

• Scorpio suns in the 5th house with Virgo moons are super expressive and tend to be either on paranoid overthinking-whole-existence mode or laid back hilarious storytelling mode. • 5H Scorpio suns are also tend to say funny stuff out loud out of nowhere too.😂

• Scorpio moons are very caring affectionate friends too, they’re the types to give you cute nicknames and always ask how you’re doing & they tend to be genuinely concerned if you’re not doing well. 💜

• We all need an inspirational Aries sun in our lives who will have our backs and be very loyal friends. They also give good advice and encourage you to come out of your shell more if you’re shyer then them. 😩❤️‍🔥

• Gemini placements 🤝 self sabotaging because of their overthinking issues.

• Taurus placements tend to be flat out truthful and sometimes bold people despite being shy especially risings!✨

• Scorpio suns with Sag moons>>>>

• Tbh all placements are equally important/relevant. I don’t get the tearing down certain placements and glorifying others when all placements have their pros & cons! Just because you’re a Cap/Aqua moon or a Scorpio moon doesn’t mean you’ll always have a bad or overly detached relationship with your mom. Or that you’re too ‘cold’ or have no feelings.🤨 Same goes for a lot of negatively stereotyped placements.

• Fire venuses 🤝 picking on/teasing/bullying their crushes.

• Water venuses 🤝 getting easily attached then not being able to properly let go of those people.

• Air venuses 🤝 falling for mentally active/funny/charismatic people in their friend circles.

• Earth venuses 🤝 going out of their ways to do little things for their partners.

#astro placements #astro observations #astro posts #astro community #astroblr #fire mercury #fire moon #water moon #water rising #air rising #air moons #earth moon #earth placements #water placements #rendezvous-fling

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renlyslittlerose · 1 month

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can i request explicit teasing under a desk/table from the obikin prompts?

Ask and you shall receive!

Hand job, exhibitionism, facials, and orgasm denial under the cut~ 💗

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Anakin felt Obi-Wan’s hand on his thigh beneath the desk.

Tensing, he glanced over at Obi-Wan. His eyes were still trained on the datapad in front of him, his expression relaxed as he continued to read, seemingly unaware of where his hand currently was. Sparing a glance around the archives, Anakin noted that they were almost alone save for a few fellow Jedi partitioned about the other desks further away.

Obi-Wan’s hand remained where it was, warm and sturdy across his thigh but otherwise unremarkable.

Anakin returned to his studies.

Obi-Wan’s hand began to move.

Anakin tensed again.

“Master…” he whispered, leaning in to try and catch Obi-Wan’s attention.

Obi-Wan didn’t glance up from his pad and simply continued to rub up and down Anakin’s thigh with deliberate slowness. His palm was hot, the callouses on his fingertips catching bits of the fabric of Anakin’s trousers, causing unnecessary friction now and again. Biting the inside of his cheek, Anakin stared at Obi-Wan, trying to regulate his breathing while sending signals through their bonds that just this small touch was doing things to him. In the archives of all places.

Just as Anakin was about to literally throw himself upon Obi-Wan’a datapad to get him to at least look at him, Obi-Wan’s hand stalled out. Right over-top Anakin’s cock.

He jerked slightly and looked hurriedly around the room, just as his cock twitched in interest, pushing slightly up against Obi-Wan’s palm.

No one was looking their way, but Anakin felt as if all eyes were on the two of them. His cheeks burned bright and he bit back a moan as his cock pulsed again. Poking their bond, Anakin was met with a blank wall, and when he looked back at Obi-Wan he was still scrolling through the information in front of him, expression impassive and eyelids slightly droopy from boredom.

“Obi-Wan,” he hissed, hoping the use of first names would do something.

It did. Only not in the way Anakin was quiet hoping.

Obi-Wan started squeezing him.

Holding back another moan, Anakin gripped the edges of his own datapad and bucked up into Obi-Wan’s hand. Another wave of pleasure mixed with sheer embarrassment flooded Anakin’s system, his toes curling in his boots as he pushed up again, rubbing his cock against Obi-Wan’s hand in hurried, circular motions. Further away someone coughed, and Anakin’s attention dashed over to them, but the person was lost in among the stacks.

“I can stop,” Obi-Wan said quietly.

Anakin glanced back over at him. He was still reading his datapad, but Anakin could see the smallest of tension in the corner of his jaw. For a second Anakin did want to tell him to stop. Obi-Wan’s complete lack of decorum was sort of freaking Anakin out. Obi-Wan didn’t even like having sex with the blinds open at the Temple, fearing someone might fly by and see them tangled up together in a position that most certainly was not part of the Jedi Sparring Handbook.

But Obi-Wan’s hand felt so good.

“D-don’t stop,” Anakin whimpered.

The corner of Obi-Wan’s lips curled upward, and he glanced up from his datapad to give the room a quick once-over before he went back to his reading and his stimulation. He gripped Anakin once more, squeezing his length before slipping further down to cup his balls through his trousers. Anakin’s cock twitched again and pushed against the seam, precome spilling out to wet the front. Gripping his datapad again, he tried to breath evenly through his nose but knew that if anyone even looked at him, they’d instantly think something was going on.

His cheeks were already burning, the skin on the back of his neck damp with sweat. And he couldn’t help but move, little twitches of his hips as he ground himself against Obi-Wan’s hand and forearm. Eyes falling closed, Anakin bit his bottom lip and got lost in the sensation - of his cock twitching beneath Obi-Wan’s firm, steady touch, the flutter of his pulse against the collar of his robes, and Obi-Wan’s excitement through their bond as he finally dropped his walls and let Anakin in.

When Obi-Wan pulled him out of his trousers, Anakin dropped his datapad and moaned quietly, his hands flattening on the table as he tried to keep himself under control. The cool air was pleasant across his length, already covered in sticky seed and hot to the touch. Obi-Wan’s hand dropped down to his thigh, rubbing and kneading the tense muscles while Anakin’s cock was left to the open air, bouncing with each frantic heartbeat.

Glancing over at Obi-Wan, Anakin saw that he had finally ripped his attention away from his research long enough to look down at Anakin’s cock. A pearl of precome beaded up, and Anakin watched Obi-Wan’s gaze as he followed it down Anakin’s length before pooling at the banding of his trousers.

“Pull your balls out,” Obi-Wan said quietly, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.

Anakin almost came right then, but managed to keep himself together and did as instructed. Hissing as he brushed his length, he dipped his hand inside and pulled his balls out, hooking them over the banding. When he looked back up, Obi-Wan had returned to his reports, but the flush to his cheeks told Anakin he enjoyed the sight.

“Touch me,” Anakin pleaded. His voice was strained and sounded riotous to his ears, but when he glanced around the space again no one was paying them any mind.

Obi-Wan scrolled through his files for a moment longer, hand still firm along his thigh, before he finally gave in and grasped Anakin’s length.

Anakin swallowed his moan and instead curled over on the table, back hunched as he thrust up into Obi-Wan’s lazy grip. He was barely touching Anakin, the circle of his fingers frustratingly loose, and yet it felt so good. Pushing into his touch, Anakin humped up into Obi-Wan’s grasp as subtly as he could, his hips twitching as he tried to get some pressure around his length.

Obi-Wan finally gave in and grasped him a little firmer, stalling his movements. Anakin let out a soft moan as Obi-Wan’s thumb pressed against the spongy, wet head of his cock, while his pointer finger rubbed the ridging along the underside of it. Toes curling, he bit the inside of his cheek when Obi-Wan pushed into the slit, precome spilling out to wet his cock further, creating the most obscene sounds when Obi-Wan started stroking him in full.

His touch was still light, his wrist loose as he casually stroked Anakin. All the while his attention remained fully on his datapad.

Anakin didn’t care anymore. Obi-Wan could pretend he was the perfectly prim and proper Jedi all he wanted - Anakin knew the truth. It was hard not to, when he was currently fondling Anakin’s cock in the middle of the archives.

Staring down at his own reports Anakin tried to focus on looking at least somewhat put together, even as Obi-Wan dropped his hand and started rolling his balls in the palm of his hand, tugging now and again as if to remind Anakin that what was inside them was all his.

Pleasure roiled around inside Anakin, mixing with Obi-Wan’s own as their signatures tangled up in the Force. Anakin could feel Obi-Wan’s own arousal as if it were his own, thick like honey in his belly, coiling around his own cock, making him spill another tendril of precome out, sullying Obi-Wan’s hand further as it dripped across his fingers and along his knuckles.

The teasing went on for what felt like forever. Obi-Wan would stroke him for a spell, touch featherlight but still firm, his wrist loose as he squeezed on the upswing before relaxing as he went downward. He’d stop and play with the head for a bit now and again, calloused fingertips running along the ridging before pushing into the slit, Anakin’s gaze transfixed as he watched Obi-Wan’s pale fingers contrast with the red, swollen head of his cock.

Any time Anakin bucked up, Obi-Wan would pull away, stopping his movements in his tracks. It wasn’t until Obi-Wan’s scrolling finished that Anakin realized he was delaying Anakin’s orgasm until he’d reached the end of his reports.

“You asshole,” Anakin whimpered, and he almost smashed his head against the table when Obi-Wan squeezed the base of his cock and held.

“Shh, darling. We’re in the archives. Mind your tone.”

When he tried to grasp Obi-Wan, his hand was batted away like he was some child trying to steal a sweet treat, and when he tried to hump into Obi-Wan’s touch he was stopped, grip firm along the base of his length or around his balls. And all the while their fellows in the archives seemed completely oblivious to the goings on of Master Kenobi and his former Padawan - the morally upstanding one, and his degenerate pupil who didn’t know when to sit and when to bark at the right times.

If only they knew where their Master’s hand was.

“Please,” Anakin pleased after another five minutes of teasing. His cock was hurting down, his balls drawn up tight against the base, groin sticky with spilled precome and sweat. He was barely sat upright, his thighs trembling, the insides of his cheeks sore from abuse, and any time he drew breath it was ragged and wet, tears threatening the corners of his eyes.

Obi-Wan spared Anakin a quick glance before he retracted his hand completely. Anakin was about to scream out with desperation and throw Obi-Wan down on the table, but Obi-Wan calmed him with a quick flicker in their bond and a steady hand along the back of his neck.

“Cover yourself and follow me,” he mumbled as he stacked his datapads together and stood.

Anakin tucked himself back inside his trousers, hissing as his length touched the rough material. He too stood, and with no small amount of discomfort followed Obi-Wan out of the archives and into the nearest empty room. As soon as the door was shut, Obi-Wan was turning around, hands frantic along the tight collar of his tunic. He ripped it open, exposing his hairy chest and broad shoulders. When he collapsed on his knees in front of Anakin, Anakin knew exactly what he wanted.

Pulling himself back out, Anakin stroked his cock furiously, his eyes locked with Obi-Wan’s as Obi-Wan stretched his neck and looked up at Anakin with such hunger, Anakin thought he might pass out before he could get his release.

Toes curling, Anakin watched as Obi-Wan began pinching his nipples, and it took very little after that before the dragging, pulling sensation around his cock finally gave way to release. Moaning loudly, Anakin spilled thick ribbons of come along Obi-Wan’s chest and throat, coating his flushed skin in his seed. More come spilled out, and he had enough presence of mind to aim it on to Obi-Wan’s jaw and mouth, strips of it catching in the hair of his beard and the tip of his eager tongue as it slipped out to clean away the mess.

When he was done he collapsed against the wall and let out a strangled sob. Closing his eyes, he breathed steadily through his nose even as he stood trembling, his knees shaking and his calves tensing. When Obi-Wan stood, Anakin let him bring him in for a tight hug. Once stern, teasing hands became soft and soothing as Obi-Wan pet his hair and rubbed his back, praising words slipping past his lips as he told Anakin just what a good boy he’d been, how well he’d done, how good he was to Obi-Wan.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” Anakin mumbled in return.

Obi-Wan just laughed.

#obikin #star wars fanfiction #lemon fanfiction #drabble

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male-fanfics-for-days · 1 year

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Check-ups Can be Rough

Arthur Morgan X Male Reader

A/n: A little fanfic idea I had while doing laundry, please don't ask why I am just really gay for this cowboy.

Warning: a slight sexual theme towards the end

Some of the men in camp had just gotten back from a decent-sized robbery, Arthur and you included in that group. Now in camp, you were quick off your horse and ushering the men into your medical tent to be checked before they were allowed to go about the rest of the day.

You were the camp's actual doctor, as helpful as Reverend Swanson's medicines could be in the harder situations, you were actually trained in what you did by professionals. Those same professionals taught you how to use a gun, specifically long-ranged weapons, you favoring the sniper. It was actually your attempted killing of Dutch van der Linde that brought you into the gang.

Charles went into the tent with you first, as he was usually the one in first if no one was obviously hurt. He wasn't ashamed to get checked over by the doctor, other men in camp thought going to you was a slight show of weakness.

After Charles was Javier, then John, a stubborn Bill Williamson, then Micah

Arthur would have gone after Charles but Dutch wanted to speak with him just as he had gotten back. Never one to half-ass things, you had Arthur promise to come to visit the medical tent after he was done, even if you gave him a quick once-over to see he was fine.

So, after talking with Dutch, he made his way over to your tent. Most times your tent flaps were closed when checking over someone, but you had assessed that none of them were hurt enough to need the privacy of a closed area. This meant Arthur could see you looking over Micah as he walked up.

He stayed quiet outside the tent, crossing his arms and leaning against one of the poles of the tent fixed to the ground, simply watching you work.

Arthur wasn't too ashamed to admit he was impressed by you. You worked in an efficiency he could only dream of achieving, always on point with everything you do but especially your shots. He's seen you first hand down men 100 meters away, and that was with a bow!

Then came your medical work. You never left anything to chance, not a cut, bruise, cough, or sneeze that happened in camp you didn't hear and check on. It was seen as overbearing and unnecessary to some, but Arthur knew that this carefulness came from a good heart.

You'd confided in him about how you were taught. Sure, you had read some books, but you were mostly learning by action. You saw firsthand how even the smallest cut could kill a man by infection, that an unassuming bruise of the skin could lead to amputation because of an ignored issue.

You knew you could be a bit too much sometimes, but after coming to care about (almost) everyone in camp, their wellbeing was on your mind constantly.

He watched you switch between looking over Micah's physical form to listening to his breathing and his heartbeat, which made the man swat your hands away.

"Alright alright, we're done here." He stands from the chair you had everyone sit in, glaring at your hands. "I ain't need to be fussed over anymore, I'm fine."

"That is for me to determine, Mr. Bell." You grit your teeth at him, putting away your stethoscope, pushing on his shoulders to sit him back down.

"Everyone gets the same checkups, and I just had to dig a 3-day-old bullet out of your shoulder."

"And I'm telling you, Doctor," Micah spits out in mockery. "I'm fine."

Micah goes to push you off him, but you shove him into the chair quickly. You put your knee on his chest, forcing the chair to lean back and hit the table behind it. Micah flailed for a moment but went still when you just as quickly brandished a small nearby scalpel (still clearly covered in Micah's blood from getting the bullet out) and put it close to his throat.

"Now, Mister Bell," You speak lowly, your eyes going dark as you lean in closer to him.

"I am a doctor, the only one here, in fact. You may not like it, but I'm the only one who can keep you alive in this camp, and if I see fit? I could turn a blind eye to your injuries."

Despite being pinned in a chair, leaning back on a table, and unable to sit up, Micah chuckles darkly.

"You ain't got the nerve." His voice dripped with venom. " The only kills you've gotten were from people dumb enough not to look in the trees, you monkey. Even today, you were hiding away and shootin' from afar, too afraid to fight like a real man."

"A real man, you say?" You scoff, leaning back and letting Micah's chair fall back to the ground as you back away.

You turn from him to the table on the other side of the tent, and having thought he won, Micah smirks.

Then, yelps and flinches as a much bigger knife than a scalpel embeds itself into the chair, right in the space between his legs and extremely close to his nethers.

Micah looks at the blade in shock then turns his head up to look back up at you, still standing in the motion of throwing it. A dark look in your eyes as you sigh through your nose.

"I'll tell you right now, Micah Bell, as good as I am with a rifle?" You point to his crotch. "I'm even better with a blade."

Looking back down, Micah sees that the blade was so close to his crotch and so sharp, that it sliced a thin hole right through it. While looking at the knife he doesn't see you walk over and pull it out of the chair's wood, swiping it near his face so close that it took a few strands of hair with it.

You take a cloth off your belt and wipe the blade down as if it being close to Micah was enough to dirty it. You turn your back to him once more and wave the blade out, dismissing him.

"Now get the fuck out of my tent."

Micah sat for a moment in stunned silence, as if he didn't expect you to openly threaten him within earshot of others. But then he huffs, standing quickly and stomping out of the tent, pushing past Arthur even despite having enough space to leave.

Arthur had watched all of that happen with so much focus, he only just noticed after Micah had left that his eyes were dry from leaving them wide open the whole time.

He wasn't sure why, but his heart was racing and his face felt hotter with every passing moment as he replayed what happen in his head. The way you silenced Micah, the way you held the blade, the way you stood, the way you talked. Everything about what happened made Arthur feel... something.

"Arthur," you called out, snapping him out of his thoughts as he looks at you.

You have a growing grin on your face as you clean your hands off in a bucket of water.

"Looking to camp in my workspace?"

Arthur gives you a confused look as you chuckle a bit and point down at his pants, a mischievous look in your eye.

"With your tent pitched I assumed you'd be staying awhile."

Horrified, Arthur looks down to see that, indeed... he had a very visible bulge in his pants. He gave an awkward cough, taking off his hat to cover himself, all the while you laughed.

If he wasn't red and hot in the face before, he sure as hell was now, your laughing at him sure didn't help.

"Alright, big boy, let's get you checked out quickly so you can deal with that in private."

With the realization of some feelings he had towards you, he also came to the conclusion that this was by far the most embarrassing medical checkup he's ever had.

#arthur morgan x male reader #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 x male reader #rdr2 arthur morgan #x reader #x male reader #red dead redemption fanfic #character x you

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slvttyplum · 4 months

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Hello!! Could you write something about my man Geto being turned on by his professional dancer gf during a rehearsal? Your writing gives me butterflies 🤧

suguru loved watching you dance, he was mesmerized everything you swayed your hips or bent down doing something he couldn’t possibly comprehend.

his mouth would water at the sight and wanted to get on stage and pull you off, hide you from others, but he loved that others watched.

watched in awe as you swayed your hips and made suggestive moves, because he knew he was the only one that could watch you.

touch you, kiss you, spoil you… and fuck you.

there was no better foreplay then being in the practice room in a chair watching you, intensley, every move, even the smallest ones.

not only was it relaxing to see you put moves together, but it was so fucking sexy.

the way you would repeatedly do the same nasty dance move to get it right would send him over the edge.

sugurus eyes never left you, his eyes trailing over every part of your body to see what exactly you were doing, keeping quiet so he won’t bother you.

sometimes he would ask you of he could pick a song and pick the most sensual song so he could see what you could do with that.

your hips still swaying and your face focused on what you were doing, your breath sucking to see what you could do.

his intense scare made you horny, fingers on his chin as he manspread on the chair in the open floor, looking at no one else but you.

a smile on his face getting flustered because of how fluent you moved, probably why you were loved by most of the world.

his pants tight but he couldn’t help it, all blood rushing to his length, little did he know you knew how much your dancing turned him on.

purposely adding in unnecessary moves just so you could see him shift in his seat trying not to say anything, biting down on his lip.

trying his best to keep his hands off you and just let you do your thing, this would happen everytime.

standing in your rehearsal and watching you dance then that night fuck you senseless because of how you danced in front of him.

no mercy was given to you, accepting everything that was given to you, his full length, nasty remarks and his warm breath.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk suguru #getou suguru x y/n #getou suguru x you #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen suguru #geto suguru #jujutsu geto #geto x you #geto x reader #jjk geto #geto x y/n

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dj-wayback · 4 months

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Hello, Sep! It seems that iterators and other sentient beings are more complicated than you would expect.

Includes you of course! Have you tried communication-based research? Sometimes they will have conclusions you seek ready on hand, so you can simply ask them instead of tryin gto guess the outcome. You have been doing pretty well, but discussing ways in which you can communicate more comfortably with, say, NWB, could help! NWB is most complicated one so far, since he seems simple to you but you keep running into problems. Do expect that he himself will not always be willing to share things and respect that. Anyone will appreciate that.

Of course! That makes so much sense! Surely my creators have left behind plenty of information on the topic of communicating—they were quite social, after all! And, more often than not, they were having conflicts with each other over the smallest of things! Always coming to me about it, and…

To then improve their relations, I can recall, they had—they had…..many unnecessary rituals…Ah. Perhaps I will have to look into these. By that I mean I already know what those rituals entail, of course, I will just have to…see if my information is up to date. Certainly.

That must be it, the answer I’m looking for—somewhere in my creators’ history…

#ns opens a self help book #needless separation is here #everyone watch out this guy is getting vaguely excited about finding out something new

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dungeonpuppykai · 10 months

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OMG PROUD NO MORE IS THE HOTTEST THING IVE EVER READ PART 2 pls im on my knees

AHHHH! I am so glad you liked it! Since requests aren't open and I cannot do a drabble or oneshot rn, here's a little something I whipped up. Sorry if you had something specific in mind (you can always talk about it 🥴)

Note: This is a part 2-ish headcanon of my ABO oneshot Proud No More.

Warning(s): Dub-con, dark enhanced!Alpha Steve, Alpha!Reader, mean!Steve and dark stuff. Browse at your own discretion. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

After the events of part 1, Y/n remains curled in his legs on the floor after cleaning up and bringing everyone their drinks.

Steve is drinking his as he discusses the sport on the tv with the other Alphas.

She whimpers each time their eyes meet, him sitting on the couch with his legs spread, her snuggled up to them underneath him.

Her whole body is wrapped around his but he is not touching her at all.

His blue eyes are so cold to the puppy eyes she is looking at him with.

He knows it.

He can see it.

Smell it.

She wants it.

Needs him.

Inside.

So, so bad.

Y/n spends the remainder of the time peppering soft apologetic kisses to his knees, legs and thighs, hoping to earn some mercy.

Because Steve is the worst when it came to denying her where she needs him most.

Which is his go to punishment for her besides spanking.

She doesn't even care about the rest of the pack looking at her anymore.

Pleasing him so he would fuck her pussy numb is the only objective on her mind now.

But Steve doesn't falter.

The Alpha Supreme is a master of endurance.

She's so desperate by the time they finally leave the packhouse and walk towards his vintage Camaro.

Her eyes are glossy and lips only slightly pouty (because Steve doesn't tolerate brats and she's trying her best to not piss him off more than she already has) when he orders her to go over to get inside with a brief nod towards the vehicle.

She whines just a little, trying to move his hand (that she's desperately holding tight between both of hers) towards her aching core.

Yes, she forgets all rationality when she's needy.

What is remaining of her bottoms is covered in a wet mess of her slick and his cum.

But one sharp look from Steve has her scurrying away to the backseat, not wanting another punishment.

Whenever Y/n acts out, she loses the passenger Princess privilege.

Because Alpha doesn't like to look at sorry misbehaving puppies.

So she's sniffling and hiccupping as she moves to the back of the car before settling her very sore ass on the seat.

Her head lowers itself as her cheeks burn in humiliation.

He has a way of making her feel so small and pathetic.

Her form feels so tiny against the leather seat right now.

As if she's nothing but a small kicked puppy.

Fuck.

She can not decide if it's the inferior Alpha in her or if she actually feels sorry.

But all her senses are wrenching with regret.

The stunt was completely unnecessary and not worth it at all.

She's quiet and ashamed behind him, pulling her best sorry puppy expression.

The Superior Alpha starts the car and drives it off the porch onto the main road.

It is after a few minutes that her whimpers start to get louder to try and attract his attention.

Needy eyes shoot pleading glances up at the blonde man, knowing that he can feel them through the bond.

Steve continues to ignore her, still irritated by the antic she pulled in the packhouse.

It will take her days of worship and cocksucking to make him happy again.

It always does.

He is very hard to please.

Until then, the Supreme Alpha will, no doubt, be even stricter than usual.

Calling her out on the smallest of slip ups, punishing her for even breathing the wrong way, denying her as much physical touch as possible (she doesn't like to admit it but the puppy in her is always making her pathetically cuddle into one of his limbs).

The cruelest cold shoulder.

It has happened before.

And only Y/n is to blame for it happening again.

Yes, no matter what Steve does to her, she always dry orgasms.

It is just the effect he has on her.

But nothing compares to his touch down there.

Nothing, no orgasm, ever satisfies her more than the one his cock fucks out of her.

And until she can have one of those, she can neither think nor function right.

On days when she has to face denial as a consequence of her own actions, his dick is all she can think about.

Even if she refuses to admit it.

That is where the punishment aspect comes in.

Steve knows how hopeless her body is for his touch.

24/7.

She can lie to herself all she wants.

But Y/n cannot change the effect the bond has on her.

And that's exactly why he uses her everywhere but in her pussy following an episode of her acting out.

The begging, sobbing, kneeling, writhing, hissing, worshipping and trembling for his mercy strokes his ego in the best way.

Nothing makes him harder than all the promises she desperately makes.

All the ungodly things he makes her say.

Because she gets so cock starved during these punishments that she is always willing to do whatever he wants in the end.

Anything at all.

Just so he would fuck her like the puppy that she is.

Fuck her until she has basically lost consciousness.

Only to make her thank him once she comes back up.

Every time.

How her pride gradually breaks down.

Peeling away from her stiff form like the clothes that he makes her strip out of.

There is no better sight or feeling.

To him, that state looks the best on her.

She's so fragile and vulnerable for him then.

It is perfect.

She is perfect.

When she is proud no more.

Compliant and respectful on her knees.

Stroking his ego and kissing his feet.

Steve smirks to himself as he turns a corner, refusing to look at the crying mess of drool and cum hanging by his seat.

He has turned a deaf ear to her pleads.

But his monstrous knot is so worked up by how she's doing her best to remain as silent as possible because she is not allowed to be loud especially when interacting with her Alpha.

Yet, every part of her body is aching for him (he can feel it through their bond) so bad that she cannot stop the begging even if she wants to.

It is impossible for her to sit silently (as is expected of her).

Thus piling more and more punishment for herself.

Steve is not complaining though.

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→ Chapter Seven: Growing Pains Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags: Werewolf!Jimin, Witch!Reader, Shifter!Reader, Shifter!Jimin, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Jimin Genre: Supernatural!AU, Werewolf!AU, Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Smut, Word Count: 11.6k+ Synopsis: Within the four realms of Lustra lay the Bangtan forest home to the Foxglove pack of the south and known as the “land of magic.” It is also home to the Bridd, a powerful witch from a cursed bloodline who is one of the sacred guardians of the forest. Y/N is the newest Bridd, a young girl who was given her position too early. Now a woman, Y/N is revered amongst the wolves as the most powerful witch they have ever known, but hiding under the surface is a woman who has to battle between her duty and her heart. Warnings: ANGST BB, hurt, argument, sexism, I love/hate Bo, strong language, crying, PTSD, Impulsive decisions, I love Taehyung so much, he is my sweet baby angel, we need better communication skills, mentions of a toxic relationship (not reader and Jimin), Anger issues, mental illness, long hair Jimin for the win, emotional turmoil, conflicting feelings, emotional whiplash, talks of possible character death, let me know if I missed anything A/N: Not me surprising dropping. This was such a difficult chapter to write. I enjoy angst and everything, and this was meant to be the catalyst to the adventure we need to take, but that doesn't mean I like causing pain. Hope you guys like it!

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Bo and I stared at one another. Her jaw was clenched, and I could feel how tense my eyebrows were. We had been in this room for over an hour already and her stupid training was going nowhere. I did not want to learn how to talk to my husband properly. He enjoyed how I was already.

“Why are you making this so difficult?” She spat.

“Because I can,” I taunted.

Her mouth twitched and I waited for her to finally snap. I would like a good fight to get all of my pent up frustration out. Instead, she took another deep breath and told me to point out the proper soup spoon.

“This is the dumbest thing I have ever done in my life,” I mumbled and pointed at the smallest one in the set.

“And you’re the dumbest thing that’s come into mine,” She bit back.

“This is really unnecessary, Bo,” Sol sighed from beside me. “Y/N has better things to do than sit here and look at silverware. None of us even use these anymore.”

I looked at her and hoped she could see how grateful I was she was sitting here with me. When Bo showed up at Jimin’s house this morning, the Luna had followed behind her every step of the way hoping we could put the traditional nonsense behind us. I did not see the point in following their customs more than I already did and Sol herself said no one really cares about certain formalities anymore. Jimin seemed sad to watch me go but more pleased than he let on. Sol said these preparations were meant for our wedding and it made him happy to think about. That was the only reason I was still sitting here.

“I’m sure Oxur Park knows how much Alpha Park loves a woman with knowledge,” The wolf gave me a satisfied smirk. “Unless you’ve decided to take that from him, too.”

Bo had made it her mission to get me out of their palace. Believing I had somehow tricked Jimin into loving me, the wolf had no issue calling our bond into question. Apparently, her outdated beliefs ran much deeper than I had originally thought. Either way, she was beginning to make my life all the more difficult. I had enough going on as it was.

“You are the most infuriating woman I have ever had the displeasure of meeting.”

“And you are the sneakiest little weasel I have ever laid eyes on,” Bo hissed.

“You’re both acting like children,” Sol laughed. “Bo, can’t we go now? I promised my husband alone time with his friend.”

With a satisfied smirk, I leaned back in my chair. Bo was not happy with the girl, but Taehyung’s wishes overruled her own. The perks of being the pack alpha, I guess. I did not wait for Bo’s response before standing up. Sol followed me.

“I expect you in your own room tonight, child.”

I did not respond. Sol giggled and grabbed hold of my arm as we left the palace library. If I had come here on my own, I might have admired the massive shelves and the beautiful wood they were made from, but Bo’s presence ruined whatever joy I might have gotten. She was such a pain to deal with. Knowing my foul mood, Sol began babbling about her and Taehyung’s wedding for the third time today.

“Oh, I wish you could have been there,” She pouted. “Taehyung wanted to wait for you to wake up, but all of us decided it would be in his best interest to hurry along. I hope you’re not upset with us.”

That worked and I cracked a smile.

“How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not upset about it.”

Leaning into my side, the younger girl sighed happily. She always got like this when she spoke of Taehyung. He was akin to God in her eyes now and it was a funny sight to see. She was always so stuck up and stressed when I had known her that this new version of her was strange to see. She laughed and joked with others in a way I had never seen before. Taehyung was the perfect match for the Luna, and I was pleased with how happy they both were despite everything going on.

“You’ll have to forgive Ha-Joon,” Sol waved at a small group of maids. “She’s just always pictured her daughter with Jimin, and her death has brought out the worst in her. Don’t take it too personally, okay?”

“Easy for you to say,” I murmured, “She doesn’t hate you.”

The group of maids stopped to bow. I returned the gesture, but Sol did not. She was never raised to respect her help. Tossing a small smile at the women, my eyes caught a familiar face and warmed. Koda grinned happily back at me.

“Oh!” Sol exclaimed suddenly. “Isn’t this the most coincidental situation?”

Stepping away from my side, the wolf gestured to the group. None of them make eye contact with the Luna. None of them even looked at her face. I could not understand how no one thought this was strange behavior, but it was the status quo. Hopefully I could speak with Taehyung about it. I do not think he would approve of this behavior at all.

“I was speaking with Elder Kim, and we decided that you need a servant,” Sol announced. “This group should do. See anyone you like in particular?”

She was completely serious. Not a shred of doubt or shame was written on her face. Sol was raised with this nonchalant way of ordering others around and it was disturbing to see in action. I would definitely speak to Taehyung. However, I could not deny the perks I saw. Looking at Koda, I knew I would be able to keep her safe as long as I kept her by my side. Giving the women a sympathetic look, I turned to Sol with a mask of indifference.

“If you think it’s necessary,” She smiled brightly. “Koda,” I looked at the older woman, “would you like to help me while I stay here?”

The woman walked to the front of the group. The other maids made space and suddenly none of them looked at me either. It was a horrible feeling and I wondered what they thought of me now. Wanting to make my intentions clear, I kept talking.

“Also, Sol,” I looked at my friend, “I don’t like the word 'servant'.’ Can we use something less… harsh? Like ‘companion?’ I don’t plan on staying here for very long so it just seems too,” I moved my hands and tried to find the softest explanation I could think of, “permanent.”

I was choosing my words carefully. Sol has never had her views challenged much and these women had been at her beck and call her entire life, so it was only natural she thought of them a particular way. I wanted to change her mind, but it would have to start with something small. The other maids seemed to relax, and their eyes wandered freely once more. I never wanted them to feel inferior to me.

“Hmm,” She cupped her chin, “I’ve never thought of that before. I like it.”

Turning her gaze to Koda, she grinned, “You will spend every moment at Oxur Park’s side. Under no circumstances will you leave her, understand?”

“Yes, Luna,” She bowed deeply. “Will I sleep in her chambers?”

“No!” I exclaimed. Flushing, I rubbed the back of my neck and bowed my head. “That won’t be necessary. I will be with Alpha Park during the night.”

Sol laughed heartily, “You’re just breaking all of the rules, aren’t you?”

I awkwardly joined her, “Might as well give her a reason for her dislike, don’t you think?”

Sol immediately dismissed the maids, Koda included, so we could continue our walk. Koda would be joining me tonight for my bath. I cringed at the thought and started to think of ways to talk to her about what I was expecting, or rather, not expecting her to do. I could do everything I needed on my own and had for many years of my life. I saw no need for someone else to bathe, dress, or tuck me in at night. Jimin would be the exception, but he was my partner and had seen me more intimately than others.

Sol continued to talk my ears off as we walked through the palace. I was still unnerved by how easily she commanded her maids. It was creepy. I could not picture Taehyung feeling comfortable by their pampering either, but would he ever say something that would offend his wife? It was difficult to say.

I knew the other alphas had lived in the palace at points in their lives, and from what I had heard, Namjoon was still here full time. Unmated alphas were meant to stay in the palace until they were mated so they could be trained into leaders. Scowling, I thought of Ahn and his thick, white beard and how little help he was to everyone. No one ever spoke of him or his teachings, and Sol did not even seem bothered by her father-figure’s death. It gave me a sick sort of pleasure knowing that no one, possibly not even Bo, thought of him in a good light.

The repairs to the palace were the first to be completed. The elves had focused primarily on the civilian areas, and since the palace was the only place made of stone, the flames that ate away at the wooden homes in the main parts of the village. We had been seeing a great deal of progress in only four days, but there was still much to do. The town’s market was nowhere in sight, and they had only just gotten their water system back up.

“What does Taehyung want to talk about?” I asked.

Sol had started a childhood story involving Ahn that I had no desire to hear.

“I’m not sure exactly,” She admitted, “He said he was hoping you two could go for a walk and catch up. It’s been a while since you’ve been alone.”

I nodded and pretended to listen as she jumped into another childhood story. Sol was a rather clumsy child. Looking at the dark stone, I felt my resentment growing. No one except for Taehyung had left to help the others. Not Kim nor Bo left their comfortable confines to help their community and yet they had time to talk about my manners and which servant I would get? It all seemed ridiculous to me. Even Sol herself was still living in la-la-land within these walls. Had she even seen what was done?

“You must promise to be our first child’s matrina,” Sol was talking about children. Again. Her unusual sense of pessimism was beginning to agitate me. “You are the only person I can think of I would trust with that honor.

“Of course, Jungkook will have to be the patrinus, but I don’t think it will bother Jimin too much. He’s far too much like a brother to ask anybody else. Maybe for our second child? Taehyung would be overjoyed if you were both involved.”

I gritted my teeth and simply nodded along with her stories. Yes, a conversation with Taehyung was a must. Maybe he could make her see reason, or at least show concern for everyone else. At meetings she lounged on him like a cat and never paid attention when they spoke about serious matters. It was like her head was permanently up in the clouds. Had she always been so careless when it came down to things, or was this a new development since she joined Taehyung? I would never know the true extent of the answer, but I had to believe this was new. Sol was too serious before to let this kind of behavior out.

The large, cathedral windows let in the bright sun, but it was still so cold and dark in here. The maids had yet to fix the lighting fixtures inside yet, but even the candles they had lit did nothing to help. Our steps had a faint echo to them, and it made the lifelessness of the palace worse. I felt Sol’s hair brushing against my arm as she made herself comfortable at my side and had to stop myself from moving it out of my way. It was tickling my skin uncomfortably.

Sol let her hair out in the palace unlike any place else. The long, thick, black waves cascading down her back effortlessly, but I knew better now. Someone had spent a great deal of time and care perfecting the way it felt and twisted. Around her neck was the material she used to cover her hair and she would put it on if another man showed up here. It was something Ahn had made her do that made no sense to me either, but Sol was happy about it, so I never thought about it much.

“Koda is a wonderful woman,” Sol suddenly gushed, catching my attention. “You’ll like her very, very much.”

“What makes you say that?” I questioned, feigning disinterest.

“Well,” She started, “She was once a warrior before her sister died. She stopped shifting soon after that and moved into the palace so she could have a place to stay. Her sister’s husband kept their house and Koda was too uncomfortable to live there with him alone.

“Oh! I know she’s from out of town, so you can share many stories about that as well. The people from Viridi Gramine always have the most interesting lives. Take Hyuna for example, she’s the princess of her people and yet gave it all up for a life here with Hoseok. Isn’t it romantic?”

I stopped listening to her once again. It was useful information, and my interest only grew for the older woman. If she was from the Foxglove’s cousin pack that meant she would know a route through the Ozryn mountains. Hiding my revelation, I subtly picked up my pace. The sooner I got this meeting over with, the sooner I could find Cadoc.

“She will be a wonderful companion for you to have,” Sol teased, placing extra emphasis on the chosen word. “I think I’ll start using that one as well. Servant does sound too harsh.”

I smirked in amusement. It was difficult to dislike Sol, especially when it seemed like she was having the most fun she had ever had. I imagined living with someone like Ahn was challenging. Still, her innocence and naivety were so odd when compared to her position in the pack. She was treated like glass that could shatter at any moment while held up as if she were a queen.

We descended down the large staircase in a companionable silence. That was rare for Sol, but I was sure as soon as our feet touched the first floor, she would start her rambling once more. It seemed like luck was on my side, however. Taehyung stood waiting for us, his eyes never leaving Sol’s little body. His happiness was enough to let go of my discomfort for Sol. She would learn in time, and Taehyung would be there to guide her. I would just steer him in the right direction.

The clothes he wore were much nicer than anything I had ever owned. Navy blue silk contrasted beautifully with his tanned skin while the nearly black pants he wore extended his legs. He wore a pair of simple black boots and a matching belt. It was nice to see him so clean and dressed up. Soon we would not have those luxuries.

“Thanks for bringing her, mi conjunx.”

Sol bit her lip and looked down, “Of course, mi coniunx.”

“Bridd,” Taehyung smiled at me, breaking whatever spell he had been under, “May I take you for a small walk alone? I have something I need to discuss with you.”

“That’s why I’m here,” I squeezed Sol’s shoulder and walked down the last few stairs that separated us.

It looked like Taehyung was physically pained to leave Sol’s side, but he showed as much restraint as possible. I heard her feet pitter-pattering back up the steps and Taehyung’s shoulders relaxed. They had spoken and it was still a mystery to me how it worked. I would have to ask Jimin about it later.

We stayed silent until we were out of the palace and walking out of Foxglove entirely. He wanted privacy today, so I waited until he was ready to speak to begin my questioning.

“How are you holding up?” Taehyung asked once we were well hidden within the trees.

I sighed. Cordelia’s passing had affected all of us, and Taehyung was beside himself with grief. He had hardly known her, but he was fond of everyone he met at my cottage. I confided in him about finding her body this morning. He stole me away for a few moments to ask my advice on his plans to invite the witches to stay in the palace, and the sea witch was brought up in conversation. I could tell he would make it a point to ask me about my emotional state whenever he got me alone.

“The etiquette classes have me thoroughly distracted,” I replied sadly.

“And everyone else?”

“About as well as I am,” I muttered. “Wendy is in bad shape, but Seokjin is holding her close. I think they’re back in their confusing situationship again, which saddens me, but I understand. I can only hope it will be different this time.”

In truth, I had little hope. While Wendy may have decided she would choose Seokjin over Yoongi, I was also sure this budding relationship would fizzle out rather quickly. Wendy was once again latching onto the sun witch in a desperate attempt to make herself feel better, and like always, Seokjin would walk through fire to make her smile. I paid close attention to their dynamics, and it was reminiscent of old times. It was not lost on me, her lingering stare at Yoongi’s disabled figure laying on the floor near the fireplace during my short visit yesterday, and it made the pit in my stomach only grow.

Old habits die hard, and Wendy Byrd was too much of a daydreamer to put anything to rest. It made me uncomfortable to witness the same cycle play out once more. It sickened me to know the only reason she was not seeking out Yoongi was the fact that he was getting used to his new reality. One where he could no longer see. Seokjin was as hopelessly hopeful as always and put up those blinders once more. Life in pink so long as Wendy held him close. The front he had put up in my cottage so long ago was forgotten.

“They need to figure it out by themselves,” Taehyung replied. He was always telling me things I knew but I appreciated the sentiment. “I am curious about this sudden need to leave Bangtan.”

As always, Taehyung knew more than he led on. I did not know how he knew of my plans before I spoke to anybody else about them, but I was less surprised than I should have been. Cadoc and I had been completely alone in the forest that night, but if Taehyung was awake when we got back to the palace, he could have easily gotten an earful of whatever we were speaking about. I had learned during our time at my cottage that Taehyung’s sense of hearing was stronger than the other’s while Jimin’s smell and eyesight were almost double of what they should be.

“I should be far more surprised than I am,” I admitted. “You’re always such a nosey little minx, aren’t you?”

Taehyung chuckled with a nod. Nothing got past those eyes. I pondered over what to say to him. He always had a way of taking me by surprise and I knew Cadoc would not be upset with my slip of the tongue. No one would, actually. Looking at my friend, I reminded myself that he was my friend before he was the Alpha everyone else needed him to be. A man who loved to read my mythology books and ask questions about the forest creatures would never dare ask me to stay behind when there were adventures to be seen. I was also aware that he would be afraid of my loyalty.

Cadoc had said I was becoming blinded by it. Loyal to a fault. Jimin and I were still at odds about my trip, but he had become resigned. We both needed for this to happen. For the sake of our friends and family I needed to try. I had failed once already, and I could not fail again.

“Are you going to talk to me about your secrets now?”

“I’m not staying in Bangtan for much longer,” I whispered, knowing he would be able to hear me just fine. “I have a different task. Something important.”

“I had guessed as much,” He laughed, an easy smile on his face. “Jimin is far too distracted, and the Quietus keep whispering to each other,” He stopped walking and turned towards me. “So, Bridd, where are you going?”

Biting my lip, I hesitated. How angry would he be if I told the truth? Angry was a strong word, I conceded. Taehyung was never angry, but I did not think he would be pleased. I was blatantly placing my own life in danger and lying to my mate about it. It was almost enough to make me rethink my choices.

“I need to find someone,” I said, bracing myself for the disappointment that was sure to make itself known soon. “When I died, I saw my aunt in the spirit realm, and she told me that I had to seek out an elemental called Naida.”

Taehyung frowned at me, his concern evident, but not so much so. He was not disappointed, but I could see fear. I could live with that. I was also afraid for my own life, but dwelling on those thoughts would get me nowhere. I had a mission to complete, and I would not be late this time. I would win. I had to. For my own sanity I would go.

“Is Jimin aware of this?”

I shook my head, “Nothing specific. He knows my plan to leave, but with everything so fresh and new I don’t want to worry him needlessly.”

“You are planning on telling him,” He pushed, “Right?”

I nodded, “The plan is to leave at sunset tomorrow. I’ll have more coverage at night just in case there are elf camps in the forest.”

I thought about the elf camp Jimin stalked that first night and shuttered. There were so many of them out there who had not come into the village. It was baffling to me why they would hesitate in their fighting only to move on so quickly. It gave the wolves too much time to plan and strategize and I knew they were not foolish enough to think they had better odds now. The wolves were on guard. The only thing that made sense were allies hiding in our ranks. Allies who were telling them our every move.

“Tell me something,” I dropped my voice even lower. “If I promise you that I will come back with help, will you keep the truth from the others?”

Stopping in his tracks, Taehyung stared at me. Jimin said the two of them had been speaking of a possible traitor and I would hope my friend would understand my perspective. My loyalty to the both of them was all consuming, my love was my life, and I would do whatever it takes to help them. Even if it meant lying to the man I loved more than life itself.

“I can’t keep something like this from him, Y/N,” Taehyung sighed. “You are my friend, but so is Jimin, and you cannot ask me to pick one over the other.”

“Even with the spy?” I challenged.

He looked through me then, his eyes burning a hole into my face searching for something. I don’t think I would ever know what Taehyung saw in me that day, but whatever it was it gave him pause. I had never felt just how strong or large Taehyung was until that moment. His frame towered over mine, his legs long and lanky, and his face impassive. That impenetrable wall that I found so disconcerting.

“Even then,” He smiled at me. “I would never risk your life or Jimin’s friendship. Even if you begged me to keep quiet, I would let him know the moment you were out of my sight.”

And I could not stop my returning grin. This was what I loved most about the boy, his endless love and compassion for others. He played tricks, told jokes, and made my head hurt from his never ending questions, but he also adored me in ways I had never been before. He adored my brain, my thoughts, and my courage.

A memory of us in the cottage came back to me then. The sun had just come up and I had just gotten home. My training with Thelma had been brutal that night and I had hardly done anything, and my emotions were growing, expanding, and becoming harder to manage. Jimin was still asleep, his pale skin beautiful in the sun, and I did not want to disturb his peace.

When I went to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea, I found Taehyung already up and a book in his lap. We had our typical small talk, a morning just like any other, but once I sat down at the dining table, I found him just watching me. The book was long gone, his face hard, and his eyes observing me. Those eyes that took in everything they possibly could. I wondered then if he knew what I was doing, where I was going, and why. Instead of answering those questions, Taehyung pushed his growing hair out of his eyes and beamed at me.

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you how thankful I am that you’re letting me stay here,” He said.

Tired and worn, I brushed him off like I always had. I was never the one for compliments and did not know what to say, especially with my guilt eating me alive. Taehyung ignored whatever poor attempts I had made to make him stop talking.

“Thank you,” He bowed his head. “I will never forget your kindness or strength. Hell, even your anger! You’re the first person I’d ever seen make Namjoon lose his cool.”

I ignored him and sipped on my tea. I don’t even think I looked at him again. I drank my tea, listened, and hoped Jimin would not wake up. I wanted to sleep in his arms for a while. It made the nightmares more bearable.

“I know you don’t really like this kind of thing,” Taehyung continued to babble. “I know you’re uncomfortable because of the way your hands tremble and your breathing changes. I’m sorry you don’t feel like you deserve my praise, but I want to give it to you anyway.”

“Why?” I rasped, looking out of the large window beside me.

It was the same window a white wolf had come to and asked for help.

“Because you’re hurting right now, and I want you to know it’ll be okay. No matter what happens you will always be my friend, and Jimin will always love you.”

Looking around me now, it was difficult to imagine a more beautiful sight. It had been so long since I last saw the trees in the sun, and it took my breath away. The heat and warmth were never far away but still felt foreign on my skin. It was still as quiet as a mouse out here, but I basked in its beauty regardless. Taehyung’s teeth were blinding, and I needed to squint.

“We’ll always be friends, right?” I asked.

He held up a pinky, “Always.”

I wrapped my finger around his and sighed.

Diving into the story once again, I told Taehyung why I had been distraught during those last few weeks. His reaction, much like the rest of him, was completely different from both Cadoc and Jimin’s. Even the witches had nothing on Taehyung, because as soon as I was finished, Taehyung hugged me and told me he loved me.

“What?” I choked.

“You were so afraid,” He patted the top of my head and pulled away. “You worked so hard for my family and friends. Thank you.”

“But-but,” I spluttered, “I messed up. I didn’t say anything. I got all of those poor people killed. My own friend-”

“But you tried so hard,” Taehyung soothed. “You wore yourself out learning those spells, you spent every single night trying to get better, and kept it all bottled up. How could I be mad at you for that?”

“Because I let you down,” I muttered. “I let everyone down.”

“No, you didn’t,” He chuckled. “When it counted you were there. You killed yourself, quite literally, mind you, for all of us without knowing it would work. You fought by our sides and gave up a life in the spirit world. You gave up your best friend.”

Bringing Shiloh up tugged on my heart strings. I missed her so much. I knew I would see her again someday, but I hoped she got her wish in the end. She deserved to be beautiful and dance in the sunlight like she always wanted. Sword fights and cooking were two things she dreamed of, and I knew she would be amazing at both if given the chance. I could only hope her hair would be as brightly colored as she imagined even when her human mind forgot all about our adventures. She would even forget about me.

“And after it all you’re still you.”

Looking up at Taehyung, another facet of his personality made itself known to me. On top of his naive, golden-hearted mischief, Taehyung was also a wiseman. Aldara had spoken of his grandmother before, and I could see that that trait was passed onto her eldest grandchild.

“But I still did a bad thing,” I whispered, my voice thick. “And I want to make sure I do everything I can possibly do to make this easier on us. I need all of you to live, Tae. I couldn’t bare it if anyone else died.”

“And we need you to live, too, Bridd,” He replied gently.

I said nothing. I knew that was the truth, but we obviously had different ideas about what was important. My own life meant very little to me after the fight with the elf. Hell, my life had meant little to me the night I found the cottage on fire, but I understood where Taehyung was coming from. I was his friend and he wanted to make sure I was alright. Thinking of Jimin, I knew my life meant even more to him. Still, I held onto my own ideas and that included keeping all of them as far away from harm’s way as possible.

He smiled sadly, “Who are you bringing?”

I sighed, “I haven’t made a decision yet. I don’t want to place anybody at risk or leave you unprotected in case I don’t make it back in time,” I did not voice my concerns for not returning at all. “Cadoc thinks Samanya should be with me, but she’s so fierce I’d rather be here to watch over Jimin.”

“Koda is a wonderful option,” Taehyung suggested after a beat. “She was a warrior in Viridi Gramine and served with the copiae for many years. She would be helpful for getting you to Ozryn and the Quietus would be extra security.”

I could not say the plan was bad, it was far too good, but that was the problem. Koda was an older woman now who could no longer change as far as I knew. She would be slow, and I would have to work twice as hard keeping her out of harm's way. I would have better luck going alone with Sam and finding our own way.

“Then again,” The alpha sucked his teeth, “Koda is rather old. Perhaps Jungkook? No, he’s a boy and too childish.”

The ‘prince’ as Ahn dubbed him was always ready for a fight and light on his feet. He reminded me of Taehyung and Hoseok wrapped up into one young man, but I had my doubts on his ability to follow instructions. Anytime I had seen Jungkook he was either in trouble or on his way into it. So, for my own sanity in the coming weeks, I would agree with Taehyung.

“What about Hoseok?” Taehyung snapped his fingers. “Oh! He would be a perfect choice.”

I nodded along with him knowing I would never ask the alpha to come with me. He and Hyuna were a package deal and that was too many to take along. If I was taking Samanya then I would only bring one other, and I doubted his mate would allow him to go regardless. He almost died a few days ago and was still on bed rest at their home.

“It’s too bad he’s resting,” I threw out knowing it would rule him out entirely. “I should just take Samanya and the two of us can figure it out together.”

“There’s always Namjoon.”

I shook my head vigorously.

“Absolutely not.”

I had made peace with the wolf during the fight, and I was certain our fight in my meadow was long forgotten. It did not mean I wanted to shack up with the alpha. He had proven to me his fickle nature and inability to make a decision on his own. He would be easily swayed, and I did not respect him for it. The thought of traveling with him made my head hurt.

“So stubborn,” Taehyung teased. “Fine. I’ll leave it alone.”

“Thank you.”

“Now,” He grinned, “Care to go gather some of those books I like so much? I think they’ll be a nice way to decompress during the night.”

Walking through the streets, I was pleased by the progress everyone had made rebuilding. The market was still destroyed, but so many homes and businesses on the southside were almost completely finished. The north, were the copiae lived, would be the last place rebuilt. Elder Kim had said the children needed a place to go and the few homes that stood were not enough to house them all. Bo, in her typical fashion, was upset by this but held her tongue.

She never wanted to disrespect a man. The thought made me roll my eyes.

Spotting Namjoon, I was pleased to see him and Taehyung working together. The younger alpha’s family home had been destroyed, all of them having to stay in the palace’s already crowded towers, but his mother was going stir crazy. Catching my gaze, Namjoon offered me a small, hesitant wave. I responded with a polite smile and continued walking. Taehyung was none the wiser.

I was greeted many times, all of them kind, and I tried to stop and help however I could. My magic was still weaker than I would like, and I had not had any time to flex my abilities since the attack. Today, I was hoping to change that.

“Would you like for me to help you with that?” I asked an elderly couple struggling to lift leftover roof tiles from their recent repairs.

“That would be lovely, Oxur Park,” The man replied, his voice gruff. “Just put them in that wheelbarrow. We’re giving the rest to Alpha Taehyung’s family.”

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and attempted to focus. I was lucky the pieces were in a fairly neat pile and would be simple to move so long as I concentrated. A bead of sweat formed on my eyebrow. Lifting my hands, I mumbled under my breath.

“Flotian,” Cracking an eye open, the pile lifted effortlessly.

As quickly as possible, I brought the tiles to the wheelbarrow. Panting now, I knew I needed to flex my muscles a bit more. I was out of shape, and it was showing. With a loud clang, the tiles were ready to be pushed to Taehyung’s.

“Need a hand?”

Dropping my stance, I wiped my forehead and looked at Namjoon. He looked as weary as he had a few moments before, but this time I gave him a real smile. He returned it awkwardly. Whatever had happened during the battle had worn off, his confidence in helping me was replaced by the tongue-twisted man who had stood in my living room begging for forgiveness. Like so many, I owed him an apology as well. Gesturing at the wheelbarrow, I nodded.

“Thank you,” The old woman gushed. “God bless you both!”

Embarrassed, I ducked my head and bowed to the couple. Getting busy with the task, I pointed out a few loose pieces that would not fit in the wheelbarrow. Namjoon gathered them and handed them to my outstretched hands. Taking hold of the heavy, blue metal, the alpha began pushing. I used magic and the leftover tiles floated, following us back down the road.

“Taehyung tells me you are traveling to Viridi Gramine soon.”

I was not expecting small talk, but I was even more taken aback by the lie. The boy was quicker than I thought. The fib would make my disappearance easier to swallow without leading the spies on my trail. It did, however, pose an issue for their neighbors. If the elves believed the wolves to be ready for an attack out East, they may choose to invade sooner.

“Yes,” I lied easily, the word falling off my tongue with such conviction I was almost convinced myself. “I leave in a few days.”

“Would you like an extra set of hands?” He asked. “I know you and I have been on differing sides as of late, but I would like for that to change. I do respect you immensely.”

I smiled sadly. After speaking so ill of the man earlier today he was ready to drop everything to help me. Even if it was to make amends, I acknowledged how unpleasant being away would be. If I were less prideful, I may have accepted his proposal. As it stands, my pride was the only thing I still had to hold on.

“I owe you an apology,” I replied. “I was not fair to you. I let my anger blind me. It seems that’s all I’m good for these days.”

I thought of Jimin and his gentle caresses. I did not deserve his kindness. With the rumors spreading he was bound to hear of Taehyung’s lie. He would have a few choice words for me, that I was sure, but I knew we would work through it if I was given a chance to explain myself. He trusted me enough to allow me that. At least, I hoped he did.

“Regardless,” I sighed, “I’m sorry. I was out of line. I hope you can forgive me.”

“I have never been known to hold grudges for very long,” The man replied.

“Still, I will have to decline the offer,” I threw the tiles on the ground. We were at the edge of Taehyung’s property and the young alpha was hard at work. With barely more than a small wave, Taehyung greeted us. Sparing Namjoon a tight-lipped smile, I continued. “I want as many people in Bangtan as possible. I’m traveling with a small group of quietus.”

Namjoon nodded, his long hair falling out of its loose ponytail.

“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

“I’m sure I won’t.”

With that, I bid both alphas goodbye and turned back around.

Standing in front of Jimin’s home was a short, pear-shaped woman. Her salt and pepper hair falling messily around her shoulders, thick bangs boxing in her already squared face. Tanned and beginning to show signs of her aging, her eyes crinkled happily at their corners as I approached. Her dress was tighter than it should have been, almost indecent in comparison to the other women around, but her large hips made it difficult to sew around. Her body would be considered provocative by the men, but the sight of it only made me feel inferior.

I had not realized Jimin’s mother was so beautiful.

“Y/N,” She greeted me happily, her voice soft and sugary sweet.

I bowed, covering my chest with a hand, and closed my eyes. I needed only a second to regroup myself. I had not been prepared to meet my fiance’s mother today. Especially without him by my side. Mi-Jeong radiated positive energy and her smile was infectious. I hoped I looked as happy as she did, but I only felt myself growing more overwhelmed.

“Good afternoon, Mrs.Park,” I winced at how breathless I sounded. I cleared my throat. “How are you?”

“I’m well,” She winked. I did not know why. “You’re just in time for lunch.”

Ushering me inside, I was relieved to hear Jin’s loud voice booming over all of the others. Yoongi was no longer on the living room floor, and Wendy’s gentle laugh mixed with the others. Elated, I quickly took off my shoes and made my way into the kitchen. Mi-Jeong followed behind me, her little feet pitter-pattering against the wooden floors.

The little house was in perfect condition and the smell of fresh paint hung in the air. Spotting Callisto and Hyun-Jin, I smiled at the paint staining their clothes. At least we were all trying to make the most of our horrible situation. Enver was the first to spot me and a huge, face-splitting smile broke out across his little face.

“Bridd!” He cried; his excitement palpable.

A streak of baby blue paint stuck to his cheek, but I did not care. The boy ran to give me a hug and I felt the wet paint soak through my dress. Greeted with loud, obnoxious cheers, I waved the others off and let go of my young friend. Yoongi looked around and I was sad to see he was still disabled. I had a feeling that would be a part of his life now. I hoped it would one day fade, but I was not sure the magic elves used to cause such damage.

“You have to try this,” Wendy moaned, pushing a large plate of noodles my way.

The noodles were thick and covered in a thick, chunky, black sauce. They smelled heavenly. Wendy passed over her pair of chopsticks and gestured at the plate once more. Her mouth was still filled. Picking up a large mouthful, I slurped.

They were delicious. So savory and salty it made my eyes close in content. The noise of content I made was involuntary and I quickly went in for another bite. The plate was pulled away from me and I scowled. Yoona raised an eyebrow at me.

“Is there meat in this?” I asked.

“Pork,” Callisto replied, chewing on a large plate of vegetable noodles.

My stomach turned uncomfortably, and I was suddenly less enthusiastic. They were so delicious; I was almost angry about the pork’s presence. Still, I watched Yoongi bite down on a piece of fried fish and felt less guilty. These were trying times and beggars could not be chooser. I grabbed the bowl back, took another large bite, before Yoona pulled back her way.

“There’s plenty of food. You don’t get to hog all of the Jajangmyeon.”

Someone tapped my shoulder. Mi-Jeong smiled at me, and it reminded me so much of Jimin’s I paused. Holding up a pair of clean chopsticks, she chuckled. I handed Wendy back the borrowed sticks and took my own. Seemingly satisfied, the little woman elbowed her way into the circle and began to grab the dishes she wanted for herself.

The dining table was far too big for all of us to sit at and it seemed everyone chose to stand. Yoongi and Tae-Jin, who had been discharged from the infirmary this morning, were the only two who sat. Mi-Jeong moved Enver out of her way and sat. I could see Wendy placing food on Yoongi’s plate and frowned.

I would have a talk with her about that at some point. I did not have the time or patience to deal with any of that right now. Jin noticed where I was looking and turned. With a deep sigh, he shook his head, but ignored it. It was probably for the best. A couple’s quarrel would cause a huge uproar within the families.

“Good to see you walking around, Mr.Kim,” I greeted Jin’s father.

“Nice to see you, too, kid.”

Passing around bowls and plates, I listened to the conversations around me. Jin and Wendy helped Jimin’s family with the construction repairs, and Mi-Jeong let Enver pick out the new colors for the walls. She had taken a very big liking to the boy. Thelma and the other women were taking a break from helping a family a few houses down but were planning on getting back to work as soon as they were finished eating.

“I was able to get Mannix this morning,” Jin threw my way. “Poor boy was shaking and so scared. He fell asleep in Callisto’s bed.”

I frowned. August, Yoongi’s cat, rubbed against my legs and I guessed he had gone for both of them. Hopefully the two of them will feel better soon. They had been left alone for quite a while. Wendy started talking about the witches from Syrena. Apparently, her coven was planning on coming out to the village to help. That brightened my mood. At least, in my absence, others will be around to help.

Callisto and Mi-Jeong soon left the room taking Thelma and Tae-Jin in tow. They were going to figure out a way to fix some of the loose floorboards in my future sister-in-law’s room. The circle around the table started to dissipate leaving only Yoongi, Jin, Wendy, and Ji-Hyun behind. The three of my friends were all jokingly loudly with one another as I took Mi-Jeong’s seat.

“So, Viridi Gramine?” Ji-Hyun’s eyes were telling, and I knew from the arch of his brow he did not believe Taehyung for a second. “Are you sure you can trust a Quietus to take care of you?”

The wolf was relaxed, his face and body language giving nothing away. Crouched beside my chair we would look like we were having a normal conversation, but he could not keep the malice out of his tone. Sinking into the chair, I turned my body towards his and hoped I could remain neutral. I did not want to fight with Jimin’s brother, but I refused to be intimidated.

I cleared my throat, “I’m sure we will be just fine.”

I did not have the heart to tell him I had yet to make any real decisions. That this entire trip was going to be a convoluted road of impulsive decisions. That I was going to be in more danger than anyone else could ever know. Ji-Hyun’s icy glare told me I did not need to say a word. He already knew what I was doing. His eyes were far more unnerving than Taehyung’s.

“Well,” He spoke softly, careful to keep the others from overhearing, “We can all hope you change your mind. Seeing you hurt would be heartbreaking for my brother. He barely survived it the last time.”

I had to commend the boy; he was very good at laying on the guilt. A thick cloud of shame wrapped itself around my body and it took effort to keep my expression neutral. Again, as it had been for days now, my anger bubbled to the surface. I could not remember being this angry in many, many years. I thought back to Namjoon and the incident in my front yard and looked away.

I was lying to myself. Lying horribly. If I said I could not remember the last time I was able to relax then that would be more truthful. Anxiety and anger were a part of who I was, but I did a wonderful job at hiding it behind snarky comments and isolation. I had never been around so many people for this long and hiding these facets of my personality were growing harder and harder. Soon it would be impossible. This trip could be a blessing in disguise. Once again, I wanted to go off on my own. I knew I was lonely- it was companionship that I was working out.

I thought of Shiloh and sighed heavily. At least she knew when to give me my space. No one else seemed to understand my needs the same way. It was to be expected. She had been with me since I was a young child and never once thought about going away. When the others moved on with their lives after Aldara’s death, when they left me to destroy myself after I burned my bridges, there was Shiloh and her kindness. The singular light in my life for as long as I could remember- the only shine coming close being Yoongi. Now I was alone again and did not know when they would leave. This time, my closest ally was dealing with his own problems and would not have time for mine.

“I’ll be back soon.”

“We’ll see.”

It clicked then. Ji-Hyun believed I was fleeing.

“You may have everyone else fooled,” His voice was so soft, so low, I was positive we were the only two who could understand a word he said. “But know this- if you ever hurt my brother again, I will not be so forgiving. Taehyung is a fool to let you do this. I wouldn’t trust you as far as I could throw you.”

Smirking at my distress, Ji-Hyun pushed his hair out of his face.

“You’re abandoning us,” He cocked his head to the side and gave me a scathing once over. “Jimin would be a fool to think overwise. You will always be a coward. I mean, you let my friends die without blinking an eye, what’s the rest of them?”

Disgusted, I stood and placed my chopsticks in the kitchen sink before stalking back outside. I did not need to put up with his bullshit on top of everything else I was handling. He should feel lucky I walked away. Violent images of striking the boy with fire filled my head followed by ripping his head off the way I had the elf’s.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I used all of my willpower to push my murderous thoughts to the deepest corners of my mind. Again, I was losing control. Stepping out front, I took a breath of fresh air and made every attempt to calm my racing heart. Instead of calm, however, I became even angrier. Because right in front of me was none other than Jimin, the love of my life, looking at me as if I were a perfect stranger.

“Leaving already?” He asked, eyes narrowed.

Great, just great, now he was mad at me as well. My already shaky control was spiraling. I felt my skin heating and my breathing picked back up. I was going to explode if he did not stop. I bit my lip and took a nice, deep breath. His scent did little to calm me. In fact, a small spike in anxiety only made my fists clench.

“I’m going for a walk,” I managed to get out, my voice far lighter than I was expecting. Jimin’s face darkened. “I didn’t realize it was taboo. Is walking illegal now?”

My sarcasm was not aiding either one of us right now. Whatever the reason for his anger, I should not be egging him on. Yet, I could not stop it. Trembling, I closed the front door and took a few more steps outside. Jimin did not move. I did not want to get any closer to him.

“Why is Taehyung lying to everyone?” He demanded, voice low and husky.

“Ask him yourself,” I snapped, already fed up with everyone and their conclusions.

“Are you lying to me?”

Scoffing, I shoved our shoulders as I passed him. He gave me a low, warning growl and turned to face me. Whatever voice that usually told me to bite my tongue was not around. It must have realized I would not listen. Looking up at him, I struggled to figure out how I really felt. Angry? Sad? Disappointed?

Looking into his eyes, I realized I was hurt. And that was a recipe for disaster. Steeling, I shook my head and looked at my feet. I had forgotten my shoes in my haste to get out of there.

“I told you we would speak, didn’t I?” I challenged. “How is that lying to you? Have you no faith in me at all?”

His pained expression told me everything that I needed to know.

“Of course,” I pulled away from him as if I had been burned. “Why would you anyway? It is me after all.”

“Amica-”

“No,” I threw my hands up. “I’ll see you later.”

I needed time to cool off and get my head back on. We had yet to argue, and I knew I would soon devolve into insults and petty jabs. I walked away without looking back, ignoring him calling out for me. He didn’t understand. They never understand.

I should have known he could never forgive me.

Koda stood beside my bedroom door, a large towel in one hand and a small pile of cloth in the other. Her thin clothes would have done little to help me in the cold hallways, but I doubted she felt the draft. She gave me a gentle smile as I approached which I returned. It seemed she would be adhering to Sol’s request from this morning.

“What time will you be leaving tonight?” She asked, handing me the towel.

“After I bathe,” I replied. “I will shift and leave through the broken window downstairs.”

Koda chuckled breathily. We were both keeping our voices down. Neither one of us wanted our conversation to be overheard by prying ears. I knew Bo was listening, but her chambers were on the opposite side of the palace. Even if she tried her best, I doubted she would be able to hear us- unless she was lurking around corners. I would not put it past her.

“That’s been repaired,” Koda sniffed the air, paused, and continued to walk. “I’ve broken the latches on your bedroom window, so you should be able to leave easily tonight.”

After my bath, Koda left me to dress myself and walk back to my room. She was trying to respect my privacy as much as possible, but I knew it was difficult for her to watch me do what she perceived as her job. I would never get used to someone else washing my hair- it was strange. She did, however, put her foot down about drying my hair properly.

“You will get sick, Y/N,” She scolded me gently, her fingers already in my hair.

She took great care and time drying the strands. She never pulled too hard or placed too much pressure on my scalp. After drying it completely, she ran oils and products through it that smell heavily of rose. I tried to convince her to let me go earlier, pleading that I needed to see Jimin, but she refused to budge. Koda was stubborn when she wanted to be.

By the time I left, it was long past midnight, and I was certain that Jimin would already be in bed. Before I could make it to him, Cadoc was floating beside me and told me we needed to speak. Tonight, we would talk about the trip and who I would be bringing. Tomorrow I will be leaving. It only served to make me all the more restless. Tonight, would be our last night and I wanted to get as much time in as I could. Even if it started with an argument, I was hopeful we could end it entangled in his bed.

“What?” I snapped, landing on the ground.

Shifting back, I stood in the destroyed market in nothing but the thin, cotton gown Koda gave me. The air was far more bothersome as a human than a bird and I rubbed my arms. Cadoc smiled apologetically and raised his arms in surrender.

“We will be quick, okay?”

I grit my teeth and nod.

“Have you made a decision yet?” He asked.

“I will go with Sam,” I conceited, hoping this conversation would be over soon.

“She will be pleased to hear that,” Cadoc grinned. “Lorcan will deliver everything you need to take with you tonight. Look over it as much as you can tomorrow, and Sam will meet up with you at your cottage.”

“Thank you.”

Cadoc shook his head, “No thanks needed.”

My skin itched to walk away from him. I wanted to see Jimin, but I knew this was an important conversation. Trying my best to stay pleasant, I nodded and forced a smile on my face. From Cadoc’s amused expression, I failed miserably. Bidding me a goodnight, Cadoc vanished into the wind leaving me alone once more.

Jimin was pacing when I walked into his small home. His hair was let loose, the silver strands frizzed and wild, but beautiful, nonetheless. Our fight this afternoon was still bothering him, and when I closed the front door, his head snapped in my direction. Worrying his bottom lip, I could see blood pooling where he had bitten off his skin. Eyes turning into slits, Jimin’s glare was murderous.

“So, you’re planning on getting yourself killed?”

The question hung in the tense air. Whatever hopes I had for this being a good night were dashed away. Cocking his head to the side, Jimin waited for me to speak but I could not find the words to say. He knew and I was at a loss. Taehyung must have said something in the fear that I really would take the cowardly route.

“Nothing to say?” Jimin pushed, seething. “You had plenty to say at my mother’s. Come on then, tell me.”

I scowled. His bad attitude was understandable, but it did little to soften my increasingly hurt feelings. That anger from earlier was rearing its ugly head. I had plans to tell him tonight and I was angry at Taehyung for going behind my back. Squaring my shoulders, I sighed loudly.

“I doubt you’d listen to me anyway,” My voice was cold and hard. Far harder than I intended for it to be. “You’ve already seemed to have your mind made up about things.”

Scoffing, Jimin marched towards me with a purpose. Standing my ground, I tried my best to dispel my growing anger with little success. My newfound temperament would only make this situation worse but when our chests pressed together and Jimin looked every bit the alpha he was, I did not care. I wanted to scream and fight, bite and scratch, maybe then I could feel myself relax. Maybe all of my anger was a buildup of pressure that I desperately needed to get rid of.

“Why is it that I have to hear about this plan of yours from Sol of all people?” He demanded.

Of course, Taehyung would have spoken to his mate about our conversation. I was foolish to believe anything between us would remain a secret. Now, Sol’s face flashed through my mind and my resent bubbled over. Who the hell was she to tell Jimin anything?

“Why are you taking her word over mine?” I challenged, my teeth gritted.

“Stop answering my questions with questions!” Jimin shouted, walking away from me. “I believe Sol more than anybody. More than you. At least one of you has never kept anything from me.”

That was a low blow and we both knew it. Instead of remorse, the flash of guilt that came across his face soon morphed into indifference. He almost seemed proud of the insult. I refused to cry, the angry sting in my eyes only adding fuel to my already raging fire, and I swallowed thickly. Two can play this game but if he was more concerned about winning then I would gladly let him insult me alone. Taking a step back, I prepared to leave for the night.

“For what it’s worth,” I looked at my feet, “I really am sorry.”

“Stop apologizing to me,” Jimin snapped, his voice so harsh and critical it made me cower. “You’ve done nothing but apologize for days. What else can you do?”

I knew he was just upset and hurt by my plans, our fight only making this one that much worse. I knew he would never say something like that to me under normal circumstances. I knew he would feel awful for his choice of words once he had the chance to cool off. Yet, the hurt and anger spread through my chest and infected every part of my body. He was right, I could not offer him anything but apologies. I knew it was too good to be true. Spiraling once more, I did not realize I was crying until the tears ran down my neck and tickled me.

“Don’t apologize when you’re going to keep doing this shit,” He spat, each word laced with venom. He was only a few feet away from me and I had never felt further away from him. “Apologize when you decide to change. Apologize when you realize I don’t need a martyr- I need someone who won’t lie and keep things from me.”

“I skewed up, alright?” I finally responded, “But I never once lied to you.”

“Yes-”

“No,” I cut him off, my blood boiling. “I did not lie. I told you I was leaving, that it would be difficult, and I told you I would tell you when I knew more.”

“But you were thinking of lying to me till the end!” He screamed.

“I admit that,” I shot right back, my voice growing louder. “I would do anything if it meant you were safe- even if that meant lying to you.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you!”

“Morologus es!”

The silence was so very loud then. Bottom lip wobbling, I took yet another step back. Whatever comeback I could have thought of fell short. Jimin’s conviction was astonishing, and his doubt felt like a punch in the gut. I needed to get out of here. I could hardly breathe, and his scent was becoming suffocating.

“Stop using me as an excuse,” His onslaught continued. “Just admit you want to be the hero. You can’t just be happy with me- no! You have to be the Bridd who runs, and jumps, and begs for the slightest bit of danger if it means she can be the victor! Even when it means getting an entire village killed!”

His words felt like a slap in the face. Was that the reason he thought I wanted to go? It had never even crossed my mind, but the confidence he held made me doubt myself. Wiping my face, I shouted obscenities and tried to catch my breath. I knew he blamed me. It was all my fault. All of this was my fault. Jimin completely ignored me and stood a few feet away, his words like knives, and his gaze like stone.

“This-” He gestured between the two of us, “-Whatever you think you may feel for me is wrong. You don’t love me. This is not love. Running towards your death to redeem yourself is not loving me.”

“Sorry doesn’t fix everything,” He murmured, the edge finally beginning to soften.

“Did you say something to your brother?” I demanded.

“Wh-what?” He spluttered.

I laughed humorlessly, “Cut the shit, Jimin. Whatever you’ve said about me has obviously affected his view of me, or was calling me murderer some one-off occurrence? Somehow, I have a hard time believing he’s come to that conclusion all on his own.”

“Ji-Hyun would never say something like that,” He hissed, his breath heavy. “Why would I speak badly about you behind your back? Unlike you, I’m an upfront person.”

My anger flared once more, and I could slowly see the corners of my vision distorting. As badly as I wanted to end this fight and make up, I knew that would not be possible. Not now. Not ever. Again, he was calling me a liar. Again, I would have to fight this uphill battle to prove myself. Again, I was losing a game I never knew I was playing in the first place.

Cadoc had been wrong. Love was never given freely. Nothing in this life was. Jimin would always need for me to prove myself to him. I would have to fight, bite, scream, and scratch if I wanted to show him that I care. Why I ever hoped it would be different was foolish on my part.

“Are you so angry at me that you’re dragging my brother into this?” He shouted.

I scoffed, “There you go again, treating me as if I am some kind of irrational monster. So, I ask you again, do you really think that little of me?”

Jimin said nothing. Frustrated and tired, I finally had enough. I could smell ash and smoke all around me, and I knew I was about to find myself back at my cottage. Cordelia’s face was in my mind, Aldara’s arm hanging out of the wolf’s mouth, and I knew I needed to leave. Numb and slowly dissociating, I sniffled.

“Fine.”

“What?” He had the nerve to look abashed.

Hand on the front doorknob, I shook my head in defeat. It was over. Jimin was rejecting my love and whatever else I had to offer him. He did not believe in me at all. Somehow that hurt me more than the rejection. His faith had always been constant, his love tender and warm, and that was gone now, too. I had nothing. I was nothing. I deserved whatever I had coming to me. Finally, I had gotten my wish. Finally, he was shouting.

“I didn’t mean to ruin your life,” Devoid of emotion, I sniffled. “I know I made a mistake, but I’m trying my best. Doesn’t that matter?” My voice tapered off towards the end.

Jimin said nothing. I turned the knob and was back outside. I stopped waiting for him to stop me once I could no longer see his home. My feet felt like they weighed twenty pounds each and dragged along the dirt road beneath my feet. I needed to get back home. I chuckled humorlessly when I realized I no longer had one.

I truly gave up on him coming to gather me in his arms once the palace came into view. It was eerily quiet tonight and I wanted to go get lost. I wanted to forget. I wanted to leave.

The thought occurred to me so quickly, so easily, that it made me smile. Yes, I would leave tonight. It was better this way. I would no longer be a burden to this place and the others could live peacefully without me. Even if I died, I doubted it would matter. Nothing I had ever done worked out anyway. It would be nothing new.

Shifting, I scaled the walls and flew into my bedroom. Just as Cadoc said there were countless items at my disposal all wrapped up and ready to go. I would have plenty of time to look over them tomorrow morning. I would sleep in Moland tonight, hopefully not getting too lost, and try to ask for directions once I reached civilization. It was better than hurting anybody else. It was better than getting any more blood on my hands.

At least I could remain the hero.

I cried in pain. I could not believe he thought so lowly of me. No wonder he refused to touch me, I probably disgusted him to no end, and he was hateful that we were bound to one another. Something told me I should stop packing, stop moving, and to breathe, but I ignored it. I did not care what it had to say.

Throwing a few spare changes of clothes, paper, and a few spell books, I knew I needed to change out of the frilly nightgown Koda had changed me into. Throwing on an old, loose shirt, I looked around for my trousers when I stumbled across Aldara’s journals. I had yet to open them since I came here. Running my fingers over the spines, I made the split decision to take them with me. I would need her company to keep me sane.

Finally, I came to a stop as I caught sight of my jewelry box. I had Heidi’s ring on my left hand and Griselda’s on my right, but they felt far too empty. Opening the lid, the cool ceramic felt heavier than normal in my hands. It took a few minutes of digging before I found Aldara’s ring and slipped on my right hand. The bird’s head encased my entire index finger, but I did not care. I would be taking this ring. I found my own a moment later, a chain wrapped around the band.

Pulling it out, I secured it around my neck and looked down. I gasped. There shining and glittering under the candlelight was Taehyung’s necklace. The carnelian had been marginally larger than the tip of my thumb, perfectly rounded, and it’s red coloring deep and beautiful. I could see the faint, dark marbling within it, but the lights made it hard to capture its beauty. Spiraling around the stone was a thin wire of steel that ended with a small loop. I thought Taehyung would like something simple, so I finished it off with a long piece of dark cord that I carefully braided. It was beautiful.

My anger dissipated at the sight of it. I had spent days working on that necklace hoping I would not break the stone. I completed it a few days before the present ceremony, but when everything went to shit, I had completely forgotten about it. I placed it on the desk and sighed.

Thick, hot tears ran down my cheeks as I cried. I had such high hopes for everyone. If I could turn back time I would, why could nobody see that? Why was Taehyung the only person I believed when he said he would love me regardless? Bitter, I wiped my face roughly and went back to packing.

He was the only one who meant it, that’s why.

Reaching into my back, I pulled out a single sheet of paper and prepared my ink. I would have to leave something for him at least. No need to worry the people who cared for me. Even Jimin. I can’t forgive myself, but I could forgive him. Maybe when I come back, we could work things out.

Taehyung,

Do you remember this? It feels like a lifetime ago. I hope you like it. I wish I could have made a matching one for Sol, but maybe that would have been too perfect. When I get back, I will make sure I have one waiting for her neck. The two of you deserve it. Even if I am angry with your wife, I know I will get over that soon enough.

Tell the others how sorry I am for this impromptu banishment. I fear I have made a real mess of things lately and I don’t know how to make it better. No one believes in me, no one thinks I’m capable, and I can’t figure out what it is they mean by it? Am I not strong enough or is it because it does not matter? I’m sorry if this is confusing. Tonight, has been too much for me. No- today has been too much. The last ten years have been too much.

I haven’t had my head on right in a very long time, Tae. So, I beg of you to forgive me. I promise you that no one had a part in my decision to leave like this. It’s all my own doing. I can only hope I make it back in time to tell you how much you mean to me. How much all of you mean to me.

Tell Yoongi that I will miss him more than I miss breathing. Tell Jin his laughter will be something I think about to keep me going. Tell Wendy how much I’m going to miss her hugs and will yearn for them every day. I need my witches to know that I adore every single one of them and will do whatever it takes to keep them out of harm’s way. Thank Thelma for me. Let Enver know how proud I am and that the blue looks nice.

Lastly, let Jimin know I love him more than anything else in this life. Even my own. That will never change, even when he is frustrated and angry at the world. I promise I will try my best to come back home in one piece. I promise, as the Gods look down upon me, that I will do everything in my power to bring help back. I don’t care where I have to go or what I have to do. I will not come back empty handed this time.

Be careful. The elves are not known for their mercy.

With all my love,

Y/N

Slipping on my pants, snatching a pair of earrings Yoongi gifted me for my birthday a few years ago, and lacing up pair of boots, I slung the bag over my back and enchanted my things to flex and change as I did. Afterwards, I shifted and flew out of the window. I did not look down or wait for somebody to find me. Tomorrow morning, they would wake and the cause of all their misery would be gone. I would fight tooth and nail if it meant I had a better chance of getting help to these people. Aldara had never led me astray before.

I wished I could have told Jimin that.

Broken hearted and lost, I flew above the trees and watched the world I know leave me behind. Flying would get me somewhere, but the elves would grow suspicious of a raven wearing a backpack. Soaring, Thelma’s small boat home cut through the trees and I knew I would have some place to rest my head tonight.

I wished Jimin could have been here with me.

Translations:

Matrina - Godmother

Patrinus - Godfather

Mi conjunx - My wife (Addressing)

Mi coniunx - My husband (Addressing)

Morologus es! - You’re talking like a moron!

I know I’m a jerk for this...please don’t be mad at me. It’ll get better... eventually.

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Yours (pt 2)

So I have been able to start the rewrite, and I'm already liking it better. But I'm busy this weekend so I'll give y'all more of the original. I'll post the new piece once I've finished it :D

@deluxewhump @whumpyourdamnpears

Part 1

TW: blood, nudity, vampire whump, lady whump, possesive whumper, manipulation, slight dubcon, hitting(?)

Rules were set rather quickly, which Lila was given the luxury to write down to help remember. Cassara had given her a small journal. She clung to it as if it held her very soul.

Some of them were explicit. No arguing, mind her manners, go only where instructed, etc. Others, however, Lila picked up on her own. Being present was one of them. Cassara couldn’t stand when she drifted off, especially during conversation. Honesty was another. Don’t say things just because that’s what she thinks Cassara wants to hear. Yet, confusingly, don’t say things she doesn’t want to hear. She had to want to please Cassara. Merely playing along wasn’t good enough. And then, of course, the touching. Lila was never, ever, to pull away from her. No matter how ridiculous or uncomfortable she felt, she had to allow it. Not even allow. Welcome it. She put those in her journal too.

But so far things had been…tame, in a sense. From how she acted that night, Lila was certain Cassara would bash her head in at the smallest mistake, yet in reality the worst she got was a reminder, or a look, maybe a smack on the hand. Still, it had only been a few days. There was much about the vampire she hadn’t learned yet. How she fed is what terrified Lila the most. She admitted she planned to bite her, but she hadn’t said anything about it since. It made Lila’s hair stand on end whenever a hand got too close to her throat.

Cassara’s insistence on carrying her everywhere didn’t help in the slightest. She didn’t want any unnecessary pressure on Lila’s healing ankle, which Lila appreciated, but that left her entirely vulnerable should Cassara decide she wanted something to eat.

“Lila.”

She jolted at her name.

“Yes?”

They sat on a large plush chair in the library, with room for Lila to lean against the back despite resting in Cassara’s lap. Cassara held a book, an arm curling around Lila to hold it, while Lila had been quietly journaling.

“I can hear your heart beating harder. What is it you’re writing that’s gotten you so worked up?”

“Oh, uh,” Lila pulled the journal into her chest, eyes on stiff knuckles. “It’s noth—”

“Let me see it.”

She kept a thumb between the pages, sucked in a breath when Cassara’s brushed against it to take the item from her. Knowing that she could hear her heart unfortunately just made it beat faster.

“Hm.”

“What? What is it?”

“I’ve refrained from feeding from you in respect to your injury. You need as much strength and energy as possible for it to heal; draining you would only delay your recovery. However,” Both the journal and her book snapped shut in her hands simultaneously. “I suppose a taste wouldn’t hurt.” She deposited them beside her on the end table. “And then you won’t be so afraid of it anymore.” Lila’s pencil was plucked from her hands and placed with its companion. A dryness started in Lila’s throat.

“Okay.”

In her current position, little movement was necessary. Just her back flush to Cassara’s chest, and her head closer to the vampire’s shoulder. And those ghastly hands were back. One to support her head, and the other to sweep away the hair from her neck, fingertips just barely grazing her skin in a fashion that seemed to double as a caress. This purportedly loving build-up Cassara favored made Lila shiver and burn at the same time—she hated it. Why did everything have to be some kind of event or performance? Surely the whole ordeal would be easier to bear if she would just get it over with.

The one hand fell from her neck to the curve of her waist. There, at least, she had the fabric barrier of her clothing to keep her skin from reacting any further. She’d been wearing loose dresses for ease of access to her wounds and so there was less to interact with the bandaging. They were fine, albeit a bit long, but Cassara said she was ordering some things custom made. The way she liked to hold her there, Lila wondered if anything would have the sides cut out.

Another shiver coursed through her body with the press of Cassara’s lips just at the tip of her jaw, behind her ear. She should have anticipated the cold, what with the rest of Cassara’s body being so unnaturally chilled, but against her near feverish skin, she half expected steam to rise from beneath her lips.

“You need to relax, darling,” Cassara said, planting another soft kiss farther down her neck. “If you’re this tense I’ll hit a muscle and you’ll be sore. And I won’t have you associating me with pain.”

“I’m—I’m trying,” Lila managed. “But this, uh, this isn’t really helping.”

“It’s not?” Her brows knitted together. “You should be enjoying this.” Absentmindedly, her fingers drummed against Lila’s waist. To the surprise of them both, Lila let a small whine slip out at the sensation. Her hands flew to her face, mortified.

“Well that’s new…” Cassara noted more to herself than to Lila. She let her hand experimentally slither up her side, astonished to hear Lila’s heart working even harder than it already was as soon as her thumb caught the side of her breast. Then it clicked.

“Oh!” She chuckled at her own ignorance. “You’re overstimulated, aren’t you? Is that it? Am I getting you too excited?”

Not how Lila would put it, not in the slightest, but she hummed in agreement anyway.

“You poor dear.” She clicked her tongue. “As adorable as that is, I really need you pacified for this. And I’d rather not have to sedate you every time I feed. But…” Her hand returned to Lila’s waist. “I will this once. Just enough to calm you down. But remember, this is an exception. You must be able to handle this in the future.”

“Okay.”

“Answer me correctly.”

“Yes, Cassara.”

And tension seeped out of Lila almost instantly. Not to where her body felt like lead, but rather as if she were close to falling asleep. Her mind felt similarly. She wasn’t tired, and she wasn’t absent, like she would be if drunken, but it was just as pleasant.

“That’s a good girl.” A kiss to her cheek. “Much quieter now.”

She was right. Lila’s heart was sinking back into its usual pattern. Cassara peppered a few kisses along her neck to make sure it would stay like that. She didn’t even shiver this time.

“Perfect.” Another kiss, this one slow over the target area. “Just stay like that for me, pet.”

Icicles punched into the meat of her neck, tearing through the layers of skin and flesh in a single stabbing motion, a brief yet violent sting that instantly made the surrounding skin tender. Blood pulsed out of her body in hot waves that clashed with the freezing mouth clamped around her neck. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from embarrassing herself any further.

Though it felt like an eternity, it ended mere minutes after that first puncture. Cassara’s tongue pressed against the wounds as soon as her fangs carefully retreated. It stayed there until the bleeding finally stopped, and she thankfully dried Lila’s neck of her saliva with the end of her sleeve. She rotated her in her grip so she was cradling her, Lila’s eyes landing on the faint flush of her cheeks, which she wasn’t aware was even possible.

“Goodness,” Cassara breathed. “You’ll have to heal up quickly. I haven’t had anything that dizzying in a while.” She exhaled. “Now that wasn’t so scary, was it?”

Lila didn’t remember crying, but there were tears pooling in her eyes, drying on her cheeks.

“No,” she squeaked. Cassara wiped Lila’s eyes with her knuckle.

“You were so good, my sweet. Such a good girl. But I won’t help you next time, remember? We’ll have to work on this little problem of yours.”

Either to make a point or just to tease her, Cassara dipped her head and kissed Lila maybe a bit too hard. Lila couldn’t get herself to move her lips, but, rest assured, she had enough blood still in her to race to her cheeks. Cassara giggled at the feeling.

Lila was going to be sick.

~~~

Truly there was no God. If there was, Lila would have been born with thorns jutting from her skin. She would have talons and venom that eroded through anything it touched. Instead she was small and fragile and useless. Her nails were blunt, her bones were broken, and her body was sheathed by unnaturally brawny arms that retained their unconquerable strength even when paralyzed by sleep. She’d punch herself if she could even move.

So this was why Cassara had her go to bed before she did herself. To trap her. To humiliate her. Lila had noticed her gradually inching closer to her each night, but thought it better not to acknowledge it. She thought the goal was to achieve closeness and leech the warmth from her body like the vampire she was. Of course this is what it became. Lila was so fucking stupid. She shouldn’t have woken up. She should have waited, let the monster wake first, let her be disappointed that Lila never noticed what she’d done. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Lucky for her, and likely to whatever cruel demon’s delight, her heaving chest caught Cassara’s attention. Her arms relaxed just the slightest as she stirred. Once open, her eyes fell to Lila’s head against her chest. And then she held her tighter.

“Well hello, my treasure,” she purred. “And how are we today?”

“I can’t breathe.” Lila’s voice was flat.

“Clearly you can, otherwise you wouldn’t be talking.”

Silence. She had Lila’s back to her, so she felt when her middle stopped moving beneath her arms. She unfolded them. Lila rolled a foot away.

“Darling?” Cassara pulled herself up onto her hands. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Lila sat up as well, moved to slide off the bed.

“I need to use the bathroom.” She pushed her hands into the edge in an attempt to stand.

“Hold on,” Cassara got out of bed to catch Lila by the elbows before she lost her balance. “You need more time before you can start walking.” Lila huffed, but let Cassara pick her up without complaint. “You know this.”

For a moment she studied her pet’s body language; head pointedly turned away, arms folded and hands in fists. Her eyes narrowed.

“You’re not menstruating, are you?” She brought her nose down to Lila’s neck. “You don’t smell any different.”

“No!” Lila squished her head into her shoulder, forcing Cassara off. Then, after a beat, “Can you actually smell that?” Cassara readjusted her in her arms and headed for the bathroom.

“Blood changes with these kinds of things. Smell, taste. Depends on the person’s body.” She thought for a second. “Maybe I should track that. Don’t want you making a mess of my sheets.” Lila elected to ignore that.

“Does it taste good? When it’s like that?”

“It’s a matter of preference. And typically a major factor regarding what sexes one feeds from. It’s partially why I tend to go for women. Though, no, blood from the start of the menstrual cycle is not my favorite.”

“Why else?” Cassara had the audacity to smirk down at her.

“Go ahead and look at yourself, love,” She teased. “That’s why.” Lila redirected her eyes again, Cassara laughing at how her lower lip puffed out, nose all scrunched up.

Lila got to do her business by herself, when they got there, one of the few things Cassara didn’t feel the need to supervise. This bathroom was small, anyway. Leaning on the wall made moving easy enough. The basin stand was there to hold onto as well. She was fine.

Except, staring down the bowl, hands clutching the stand’s edges, the overwhelming desire to shatter something came over her. How long had it been? Three weeks? A month? Her ankle had a ways to go before she could even think about walking again. Being tended to and pampered in this regard was a kindness she was certain she didn’t deserve, but the stolen autonomy that came with it was unbearable. Every action monitored, speech curbed, body held and crushed and bit without warning or consent. Treated like a child. A lapdog. A goddamned toy. Like she could drop dead and Cassara would just find a replacement without so much as a frown.

And that. She could feel it happening. It was creeping up on her, her giving a shit about what Cassara thought. She was beautiful, unfairly so. Lila wasn’t blind. But that didn’t make her good or trustworthy by default. And yet, and yet, the soft touches, the praise, the flagrant declarations of desire—it was getting to her. She was disgusted with herself for it. Was that all it took? A pretty face making her feel wanted? Making her feel loved?

It wasn’t love. She knew that. Of course she knew that. But fuck, she was starting to convince herself it was. There was nothing wrong or sick about wanting to be appreciated. Didn’t everyone, in some manner? She should have considered herself lucky for someone like Cassara to choose her. She should have been grateful that she took care of her, a pathetic coward of a person like her. She was thankless. She was degenerate.

“Lila?” A knock on the door. “Are you ill?”

She wished she was.

“I’m fine,” she answered through gritted teeth. “I’ll be right out.”

Lila wouldn’t look at Cassara when she emerged, or when she was swept off the ground again. Nor did she react when they eventually returned to the bed and stripped so Cassara could put something else on her. Instead she sat glaring into her lap. Cassara got herself dressed, picked out something for Lila, and came to put it on her. She let her, which was wonderful, but whatever was wrong evidently remained on Lila’s mind. Her flushed pouting was cute. This wasn’t.

“How about something to eat?” She offered. “Maybe you’re just cranky because you’re hungry.”

Cranky.

Sure, Lila thought. Let’s call it that. She actually was hungry, though, so she perked up some at that.

“Yes…please.” She’d almost forgotten that last part.

Cassara smiled and held Lila’s face in her hand, rubbed her thumb along her cheek, and sauntered out the room.

As she waited, she picked idly at a scab on her calf. Excluding her ankle, her wounds were almost healed completely. All that remained were, of course, some scabs (which Cassara tried her best to keep Lila from messing with) and a few little scars. Her splint was the only bandaging left. It might as well have been mocking her, the only thing keeping her from the tiniest semblance of dignity. She hated being carried like a fresh corpse. Also, her leg fell numb quite a bit. She hated that too.

“What did I tell you about that?” Cassara returned with a glass of water and a plate of assorted fruit. She handed Lila the glass and sat beside her, plate in her lap.

“Sorry,” Lila said. She knocked back the water like she wanted to get drunk off it. Cassara sighed.

“You don’t want any more scars do you darling?” Lila shook her head and put the now empty glass on the ground. “Then stop messing with it. Here.” She plucked a grape from the plate, held it out in her hand. Lila reached to take it.

“Thank y—”

“Ah, ah.” Cassara drew her hand back. “Pets don’t eat with their hands.” Put her hand back out. “Try again.”

Lila’s eyes flicked to Cassara, then the grape, then Cassara again.

“You’re joking.”

“I can assure you that I am not.”

Lila turned up her nose and crossed her arms.

“I’m not doing that.”

“Then you’re not eating.”

“Really?” Lila scoffed. “What does it matter to you?” Cassara’s lips twitched.

“A friend of mine trained her pet to eat from her hand and I thought it was cute. And, in case you’ve forgotten,” With more force than grace, she slipped her hand under Lila’s dress and shot it up to her thigh, making a point of squeezing just where it connected to her torso. “You still haven’t learned to control yourself when I touch you.” She leaned into Lila’s space. “Exposure will fix that.”

And of course Lila’s traitor body had to gasp at the contact. Make the blood flow exclusively to her face. Worst of all, despite the dragon circling in her chest, a part of her liked it. It wanted the cold fingers to run all the way up her side to her head and move against her scalp. To cradle her face and pull her into a kiss that made everything disappear, just for a moment. To just let herself enjoy it. The rest of her wanted that part dead.

“Come on sweet,” The grape was brought to her mouth. “Please eat something.”

She bit Cassara’s hand.

“Lila!” It didn’t hurt her, but she jerked back anyway. “I have no idea what has gotten into you, but I’m beginning to tire of your attitude.”

“Oh yeah?” Lila laughed bitterly. “Then you’ll fucking hate this.”

She summoned as much saliva as she could muster, and spat directly in Cassara’s face. Her stomach dropped instantly.

“Cassara I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what came over me. I’m so sorry.”

The vampire had gone stock still. Slowly, she lifted her sleeve to her face and wiped it clean.

“Cassara?”

Standing up, the plate was put on the vanity, and she wordlessly left the room. Proceeding the buzz of the empty room came a heavy clanging paired with scraping against stone. When the door flew open, Cassara dragged a chain behind her.

“I have done nothing but cater to you.” She took Lila by the neck and locked a metal collar around it. “I care for your injuries. I keep you clean. I keep you comfortable.” Lila scrambled to get further up the bed, only to be snatched by the waist. “I let you sleep in my bed.” Thrown over Cassara’s shoulder. “Wear my clothes.” The chain dangled from Lila’s neck, trailing behind Cassara as she left the room.

“I have been kind, I have been gentle. All I have done is love you.”

She wanted to scream, or bang her fists on Cassara’s back, or kick, anything. It was as if every one of her muscles locked themselves in place.

“But maybe I’ve been spoiling you too much.”

Cold slammed into her upon opening the manor doors to the night air. She barely registered the statues on either side of the walkway, or the benches within the tall iron fence; her dizzied head had her seeing spots instead.

“You want to act like an animal? Fine. I’ll treat you like an animal.”

The gate arched, adorned with spikes matching the rest of the fence, emitting a loud, drawn out, eerie groan when pushed open.

“Because apparently,” Cassara went around the right half of the gate. “The only difference between you,” Slid Lila off her back and onto the dirt. “And the mutts out here,” Latched the end of the chain around one of the iron beams. “Is that you talk back.”

She went back around the gate and closed it behind her, making a point of locking it.

“I’ll come for you when I’m ready to deal with you again.” The smile she flashed Lila hadn’t even the faintest glimmer of mirth. “Maybe you’ll still be alive by then.”

As she turned back down the walkway, Lila’s body was suddenly under her control again. She hustled onto her knees and gripped the bars. She called after the rapidly shrinking form.

“Cassara I’m sorry! I’ll be good from now on, I promise!”

She didn’t even look back at her.

“Cassara! Cassara please! Please don’t leave me here!”

The doors opened.

“Please!”

And Cassara slipped back inside. Lila was alone.

Rustling from behind her had her whip around and scan the darkness. Cassara had been right—not a single speck of moonlight showed face. Even directly in her face, her own hands were invisible to her. No silhouette. How was it darker than inside? Even without candlelight, she could see her immediate surroundings well enough. This? This couldn’t be natural. Could it?

The bars dug into her back as a gust of wind shook the forest ceiling, skin prickling, teeth threatening to chatter. She pulled her dress over her knees and hugged them into her chest. Swarming with vampires. Were there any near enough to hear her ragged breath? Or the pulse in her ears? Could they smell her? Did misery have a scent? It couldn’t. She hoped upon hope that it didn’t.

Other things lived there too, none of which Cassara told her about. Excluding the wolves, she hadn’t even named anything that could be waiting for her. Or, rather, coming for her. What things lived in the dark?

Her eyes darted in every direction they could. Somewhere off to the side, something snapped twigs in half.

From the back of her mind, an image appeared of a thin, antlered creature, nearly all bones and an empty, soulless glare. Was this something real, or from a story she’d been told once? That would live in the dark.

And what of demons? Were those real? They could appear as anything. An owl, a snake, an insect.

Tears rolled over her quivering lips and dripped from her chin. What if they were in cahoots with each other? Vampire drains her, other monstrosity rips out her insides, demon takes hold of her emptied body. She’d be aware for all of it. Her screams would draw more in. She would be maimed. Mangled beyond recognition. And her stupid whimpering was only going to make it happen faster.

Was something taking shape in the distance? Was it coming closer? Oh god, she was about to die. She was about to die. She was about to die. She—

Light shone behind her.

“Cassara!” She cried, fumbling to turn around. “I’m so fucking sorry. Please take me inside. Please, please, please, pleas—”

“Hush.” Cassara refused eye contact all the way down to the gate, walked a few inches around Lila to unhook her from the fence. Lila reached out for her, waiting to be picked up, her entire body trembling.

“Knees,” Cassara ordered. She didn’t wait for Lila to figure out what she meant before walking back around the gate, chain in hand, but she understood as it tugged on her neck. She adjusted her dress so she could crawl without interference.

They went like that all the way back to the manor, through the foyer, down some halls, and into a room Lila had never seen before. It was small, almost entirely empty, save for several varying items hanging up together at the back wall. Cassara dropped the chain unceremoniously and made for the wall.

“Take it off,” she said, not even turning around. She observed the tools, tapping her chin, other hand on her hip.

“Cassara?”

“Now.”

Lila lifted her dress over her head the fastest she could, pulled the chain through the neck, and put it in a pile beside her. She sat back on her legs and covered her chest with her arms. Cassara had a fire poker when she turned around.

“You know I don’t want to do this,” As she approached she slapped the poker into her palm. “But if I don’t punish you, you’ll never learn.”

“But—but I thought—I thought you didn’t want—You don’t want me to associate you with—with pain?”

“Oh, I’m not the one hurting you.” Her towering form cast a shadow over Lila’s colorless face. “This is a direct result of your own actions. The only thing causing you pain is your disobedience. Get onto your hands and arch your back. If it falls you go back outside. Understand?”

Lila did so immediately.

“Yes, Cassara,” she answered. “I understand.”

“Good. Now,” Cassara slowly circled her. “What are you?”

“Bad?” The fire poker crashed into Lila’s spine and cracked against her skin, the numbing sting bringing tears back to her eyes. But she grit her teeth and kept quiet.

“Try again.”

“Uh…human?”

Another lash across the first.

“Starts with a P.”

…Oh.

“Pet? I’m a pet?”

“You are.” Cassara continued her orbit. “Who’s pet are you?”

“Yours.”

Lila shuddered with the third hit.

“My what? You’re my what?”

A puddle was growing beneath Lila’s face.

“I’m your pet.”

“Who do you belong to?” Lila sniffed, earning her another smack. “Who do you belong to?”

“You. I belong to you, Cassara. I’m your pet and I belong to you.”

“That’s right. Why are you being punished right now?”

This time she gave her two quick hits, one after the other, just for emphasis. Lila’s form faltered for a moment.

“You’re punishi—” This one came down harder than the others. She couldn’t even try to hold back the cry that wrestled out of her throat.

“Wrong. Why are you being punished and who’s hurting you?”

“I am.” Her arms were wobbling. “I’m being punished for being a bad pet and it’s hurting me. I’m hurting myself.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you.”

“What of you belongs to me?”

“Ev—” A sob. “Everything.”

“What are you?”

“Your pet.”

“What can I do with my pet?”

“Anything you want.”

“Say it again.”

“I’m your pet and you can do anything you want with me.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I belong to you.”

Lila jumped when the fire poker clattered to the ground behind her. Her back was on fire, her muscles barely holding up, her head shaking as she openly wept. Cassara gracefully knelt before her.

“What are you?” Lila’s heart leapt at Cassara’s voice, finally as soft as she was used to. But she kept form, just in case.

“I’m your pet, Cassara.”

Cassara reached behind her neck and opened the collar, tossed it aside, slid her hand to Lila’s cheek. Lila leaned into it, sighing.

“Who do you belong to?” She lifted her head, marveling at the shimmering tears painting Lila’s beautiful face.

“I belong to you.”

Lila’s breathing was steadying, cries reduced to whimpers. Cassara wiped her face dry.

“What can I do with you?”

“You can do anything you want with me.”

The soft hands retreated, Lila whining at the loss of contact, and Cassara shifted to sit with her legs crossed. She smiled.

“Lila,” she murmured. “Would you like me to touch you?”

“Please,” Lila croaked.

“Use your words, darling. Ask me nicely.”

It hurt to swallow the lump in her throat. That last bit of pride.

“Please,” she begged. “Cassara please touch me. Please touch me, Cassara. Please.”

And with that, she opened her arms, her face the warmest it’d ever been.

“Come here, pet.”

Every ounce of stress dropped from Lila’s body at the words, her back falling, muscles heavy as she scuttled to Cassara. She had Lila straddle her lap and enveloped her in her arms. A hand pet her hair while the other rubbed her back. Lila wrapped her arms around Cassara’s neck, never wanting to let go.

“What are you?” Cassara whispered.

“I’m your pet, Cassara. I belong to you.”

From her back the hand slid to her waist.

“What can I do with my pet?”

“You can do anything you want with me.”

The other pried her arms from Cassara’s neck, pulled her so they faced each other, reached to hold her face.

“What are you, precious?” Lila put her hand over the one on her cheek.

“I’m your pet and I belong to you.”

Cassara rubbed her thumb at Lila’s waist, her other hand threading through her hair to the back of her head. She kissed her flushed cheek.

“What of you belongs to me?” Kissed her neck.

“Everything. Inside and out. I’m yours. Everything is yours.”

Her hand ran up and down her side.

“What can I do with you?” Kisses along her collarbone.

“Anything you want. Everything you want.”

Cassara kissed her nose, her forehead, the shells of her ears, the bags under her eyes, her shoulders, just above her chest.

“What is your job, morsel?”

She kissed underneath her jaw.

“To be good and do whatever my lady wishes.”

The closest thing to fire burst to life in Cassara’s chest, flowing through her monstrous veins and lighting her entire body aflame. She yanked Lila’s head to her own, nails digging into her waist, and kissed her as hard as she could. Lila melted right into it and snaked her arms back around Cassara’s neck.

That one part of her was losing its goddamn mind. Finally, finally, she let go and allowed Cassara to do just what she wanted. She loved Lila. She wanted Lila to be happy. To feel good. Lila just had to listen. Do what she was told. Why was that so hard for her? Wasn’t this so much better?

Cassara’s hand glided from her waist up her side, making Lila gasp when she squeezed a breast. She was soft. Her pet was so warm and soft. Cassara was a fucking genius.

A deep, deep loathing hardened in the pit of Lila’s stomach. She was wretched. Abhorrent. If there was a Hell, then she was sprinting right towards it. But Cassara was running her hands over her and kissing her breathless and she didn’t care. This was good. She would be good. She was going to be good if it killed her.

#whump #lady whump #vampire whump #possessive whumper #thank you for the support so far!!!

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Full Kook - Part 2

A Protective/Sweet/Obsessive/Possessive!Rafe&JJ Fanfic

-'The Morning After' -

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, Alcohol, Language, SA, Abuse, Sex, Bad writing!! Word count: 1.9K Summary of Part 1: Small teaser of what life with Thomas Brooks is like. Including the advantages and disadvantages of living with the 3 most troubled boys on Kildare Island.

A/N: Please don’t rely on any timings for a release of any parts, I have little motivation and I’m purely writing this because I enjoy it. If it’s not for you please move on <3

Previous part

Bella’s Pov:

"Good morning!!!" I call, skipping into the living room after getting freshly washed and ready for the day.

JJ and Rafe both lay asleep on the couch and without me interfering I know full well they will never wake up.

Just the sound of my voice alone causes both boys to sit up, turning to me on high alert as if I was being murdered. I giggle at the sight, knowing both of them would go miles to protect me, causing a slight blush to colour my cheeks.

"Morning, sleepyheads!" I repeat, dragging my fingers through their hair, watching as their drowsy eyes follow my own with a sleepy smile spread across both their faces.

"G'morning gorgeous.." JJ reaches back to take my waist in his hand, squeezing softly as a yawn escapes his mouth.

He lifts himself off the couch, placing a kiss ontop my head; leaving me with Rafe as he excuses himself to the bathroom.

Rafe leans over to the table, helping himself to the last of his drag as he turns his body towards me; a smile taking his lips. "Sleep good, princess?" His fingers glaze mine that sat on the back of the couch beside him; a smile pulling at my cheeks as I struggle to keep eye contact.

The way they both speak to me sends me into a spiral, but admitting it would be like telling them the whole island wants them; they’re both true but saying it out loud would confirm them and I’m not gonna let myself deal with the outcome.

Rafe notices my blushed cheeks, causing a smirk to appear along his face, well aware of the effect he has on me. I nod, face brightening before the moment gets cut short by a slam of a door.

Me and Rafe never get time to be alone; I'm always with JJ or my dad, and Rafe and I aren't the most accepted friends by the island so hanging out alone seems almost a rarity. So those little moments when we do get a bit of silence together is quite peaceful and very cherished by the both of us. The need of more takes over sometimes; alone time with Rafe is the only time I can really let my hair down and relax, surprisingly, so who can blame me for wanting more from time to time?

Me and Rafe both look up past the living room as JJ comes back out, staring at his hand. "J? You okay?" I walk over, watching as his eyes darken, only growing my concern. Rafe's expression falls and his attention turns back to his joint, wishing to be able to talk to me even that little bit more, not caring at all for the unnecessary drama JJ is probably going to make over the smallest thing (yet again), most likely a tiny paper cut or something.. and me babying him like it’s the end of the world because my maternal instincts kick in whenever either of them have even the littlest issue.

"JJ, what's going on?" My eyebrows dip as I tilt my head to catch his expression. He lifts his own slowly as he gives me his fist. I watch his eyes as I raise my hands to open his palm. Catching a glimpse of a smirk on his face, my eyes widen knowing exactly where this is going.

He reaches down, quickly chucking me over his shoulder as he runs round to the couch; throwing me down beside Rafe, before pegging it towards my room. He only made it as far as the kitchen before I reached him, pulling myself onto his back and hooking my legs around his waist, securing myself onto him.

He laughs, grabbing my thighs to adjust me into a more comfortable position before accepting it and deciding to make some toast.

I giggle in his ear, watching the pure enjoyment take over his face as he mindlessly helps himself in my kitchen.

I turn back as best I could to see Rafe sat on the couch still, legs spread, scrolling on his phone. I frown, about to open my mouth before-

"Sunshine, 'm ho- get off him!!"

We all adjust ourselves: Me dropping off of JJ's back, JJ hiding the knife and toast behind him as he turns around to conform to whatever words come out of my Dad's mouth next, and Rafe sitting up, grabbing the ash tray and sliding it beneath the couch, unaware that there was absolutely no backing to it.

Me and JJ glare at each other before watching the now obvious joint sat at my dad's feet.

"Sh.. shit.." Rafe looks up at me expecting some sort of reaction or snarky comment but by the pure fear in my eyes he knew it was worse than a little joke.

I follow dad’s body as he leans down, picking up the tray, and guiding it to his face to take a sniff. Without hesitation, he storms over, the anger in his eyes seeping into my blood. I could feel a lump gathering in the back of my throat.

JJ’s hand found mine, squeezing tightly as he pulls me into his side safely and slowly enough that my dad wouldn’t pick up on it.

“What the hell is this?!” Dad shoves the weed-filled cigarette into my face, causing a flood of coughs to escape my mouth. “Hm?” He jerks his head to the side, pulling my attention back to him as I clear my throat once more.

My mouth falls open but no words manage to leave; my eyes glass over and JJ’s grip on my hand tightens letting me know how painfully obvious I was being.

“Going to explain, or are ya' just gonna stand there like a little lost sheep?” His voice was low, gravelly, like he’d just rolled out of bed. But I knew it wasn’t the truth. It cut straight through the tension building in the air like a knife, making JJ take a breath and straighten himself up. Acting from experience..

“Sir.” He coughs, grabbing my dad’s focus. “She had no part in it, sir. It’s mine, promise.” Rafe let's a light tug at his lips at the thought of JJ taking the full blame, when they both know JJ would get the worst of it anyways.

We watch as his face falls, eyebrows dipping so low his eyes were unnoticeable. “Bella.” He speaks but his eyes don’t leave JJ’s. “Tell me. I won’t ask again. What. Is. This?” His sentences were short and blunt. The obvious impatient tone in his voice making my blood run cold. The sheer nothingness behind his eyes, I was used to by now, but still struck a point of fear in me nothing else could.

I don’t get scared of much. I grew up watching R-rated movies, went ghost hunting with JJ and Rafe in abandoned buildings from the age of like 10, had JJ’s horror games on in the background of my room at 3 am every night because he couldn’t sleep. Yet something about my dad always got to me. It wasn’t even the fact he was a threat, it was just that look on his face, constantly, that always seemed to itch at my skin.

“Dad..” I manage to let out before swallowing the courage to stand up to him this early in the morning. I step closer, wrapping my arms lightly around his beer belly and resting my head against his chest. I forced my eyebrows from scrunching as I held myself together, “I’m sorry.. I promise, I didn’t do anything. I didn’t even know it was there.. Just, please let it be, we had a good day yesterday..” The slight crack in my softened tone caused my dad’s arm to take my body into his own.

He places a soft kiss to my head, “Thank you.. 'm glad to hear you three are still gettin' along.”

I lift my head, tilting it slightly at his words, “We’ve always been okay?”

A calming smile takes his lips, steadying my nerves as I watch his face brighten from the sight of me, “Y'know, I’ll always worry 'bout my li'l girl.. Just makin' sure is all, Sunshine.” He kisses me again, this time on the bridge of my nose, before looking back at Rafe, his grip firmly settled on my hip. “You’re lucky I don’t speak to your father 'bout this. 'nd you?” His head shoots to JJ and I see him flinch, almost, at the motion; the feeling of guilt eating into me wondering why I threw the blame onto him in the first place. “I told ya' to keep that away from 'er. I know that you’re old enough to make your own decisions but if you’re living under my roof, you go by my rules. Understand?”

I grip onto the bit of fabric that sat under my hand, lightly tugging to let my dad know he’s being too rough. Usually the action would cause an outburst but with Rafe and JJ around he’s naturally much calmer anyways. I wish I was joking..

JJ nods almost instantly, his adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped down his fear.

Dad chuckles, a laugh that caused a shiver down anyone's spine. He pulls JJ into him, squeezing him hard as he pats his palm to his back. “Love you, kid..”

I didn’t hear what he said to him, but the smile that appeared across JJ’s cheeks melted my heart. Only dad can make him smile like that, and it genuinely heals that little part of me that ever thought he was a bad person. Seeing JJ smile is my world, and I’d watch it over and over if I could.

Dad pats his back once more before standing back up, “Right toilet, then work! Ready, Sunshine?”

I smile, giving him a nod, “Of course!” I exclaim, lightly running my fingers over my skirt to flatten out any creases.

He heads off to the bathroom and I hurry JJ and Rafe out whilst he’s still in a good mood.

“Will you be at the club today?” I rest a hand on Rafe’s chest as his lays against the small of my back, a soft smile pulling at his cheeks.

“Obviously, princess.. You’ll be alright?” He motions his head over to the bathroom door and I let out a small laugh.

“Rafe Cameron.. Worried about me..? Bella Brooks? He could never..” I giggle my words out softly, watching his expression harden before a smirk pulls through. A breath escaping the gap of his lips as he pulls my head into his neck, his arms engulfing me in his scent.

“GOD!! You two done? Gotta go before her dad decides we’re dead meat bro.” He smacks Rafe’s back, taking me from his arms and into his own.

Rafe lets out a deep sigh as he watches discontently. My head laying on JJ’s chest the same way it was on his, wondering what could be going through JJ’s head, only imagining the worst.

“See you tonight, alright..? Be careful, and call if you need anything..” He rests his forehead on mine, his lips landing a kiss on the tip of my nose as I return one back.

“Will do. Dad..” I smirk, watching his face drop and his hands shove me away.

“Fuck you too, asshole.” He grabs Rafe by his arm and pulls him out the door; both shouting ‘love you’ in unison as they raise their hands to wave me a goodbye. Avoiding any last sightings from my dad before they disappear.

Once dad was ready we set off to the Island Club for work; talking shit about anything and anyone we were just about to face 5 minutes from now.

Didn’t realise how little happened in such a chunk of words until I read through it lol. Long awaited second part which isn’t finished but thought it’d been too long since the first part so just split it instead 😭

Enjoy ❤️🌹 xx

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Temptress

warnings/tags: nsfw, dark content, noncon, rough sex, creampie, cunnilingus, established relationship, boyfriend!dabi

word count: 3k

You sat at the foot of your bed, legs crossed with your elbow planted into your thigh as you aimed the remote at the TV, searching for a movie you and Dabi could watch. Dabi messaged you earlier, asking to come over so you could spend time together, and you readily agreed, excited to have quality time. So you were determined to find the most entertaining film on the first attempt.

Behind you, Dabi was relaxed and splayed out at the top of your bed, resting against the mountain of comfortable pillows you had pilled up while his eyes flitted over your unaware form as your task stole all your attention.

"Do you have any suggestions?" You asked, turning to face him and missing the way his eyes rushed back to your face.

He shrugged nonchalantly, knowing that whatever you chose was bound to be the last thing on his mind. "Whatever is fine." He only hoped you would select something fast since you were so far away. Dabi just wanted you to crawl back up the bed to lay by him so he could feel you pressed against his body; he craved to have you nearby.

With no help from him, you returned to your extensive search, even going as far as changing streaming services for a better selection. Finally, you found a movie that piqued your interest. You read the summary to Dabi, turning to get his opinion, but the words leaving your mouth lost their way to his ears. He could only focus on your shorts. The ones that always had your ass spilling out the bottom, and he prayed for you to get up. To walk anywhere so he could get a better look, even going as far as sending you on unnecessary tasks simply so he could watch your retreating form.

Despite not hearing anything, he agreed that was the best choice. He didn't even know the title, but that didn't matter since you were finally pressing play.

You moved from the bed, dimming the lights before settling next to Dabi as the movie started. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, tugging you closer until you were practically underneath him, and you nuzzled into him, finding your home in his arms. After a half hour, you grew uncomfortable with each passing second. Dabi was like a living furnace, always running warmer than you, which made your clothes stick to you uncomfortably, so you shifted away, attempting to put some space between you to allow the AC to cool you down.

"How are you not hot right now?" You asked incredulously before you struggled to remove your sweatshirt, revealing the sports bra underneath. Like clockwork, his eyes followed your every movement, feasting on the addition of exposed skin.

He released a breathy laugh, shielding how affected he was, but you were none the wiser as you already returned to the TV, making it impossible for him to focus now.

You were practically naked, only wearing a sports bra and ridiculously short shorts, and the worst part of it all was that your bra was nothing special. It was just a plain, black, cotton undergarment, but you might as well have been wearing lace lingerie considering his reaction. He was like a hormonal teenager, losing his mind over the smallest bit of skin being revealed. He was struggling, fighting to wrangle in his desires, and you were oblivious to the inner turmoil you caused.

While Dabi was slowly being consumed by his thoughts, another one struck him.

Were you even wearing panties?

He doubted it.

A groan desperately wanted to escape him as he thought about you bare beneath your shorts, but his teeth firmly planted into his lower lip to muffle the noise. The universe was testing him, and with each passing second, he was more accepting of failing. He didn't even try to fight the growing hardness in his pants as he watched you, gazing at your exposed legs and soft thighs. He just wanted to reach out and touch you, to feel your pliable flesh beneath his harsh fingertips. No, he needed to.

He scooted closer until your shoulders touched before wrapping his arm around your waist and lowering his hand to your hip. He lightly squeezed, grabbing both your shorts and uncovered skin before methodically caressing your skin and taking in the contrast of your unmarred skin compared to his. As his hand fondled you, a sick thrill rooted itself into his gut at the difference. It was a symbol of how opposite you were. He was everything you shouldn't want but despite the warnings from your friends and family about how he was no good. You continued to let him in and welcomed him into your life and body.

You were happy, even content, with him. But most of all, unaware.

You watched the screen, letting his hands wander without much thought. You even shuffled closer to his comforting touches, enjoying his scarred hands on you.

At your lack of disapproval, he decided to test his luck. His sneaky hands went to pull at the waistband of your shorts as he leaned in closer to you. "Take these off." His warm breath fanned against your neck, tickling you.

But your reaction was the opposite of what he expected as you leaned away from his hold. "I'm trying to watch this," you replied off-handedly, but you didn't stop him as your eyes flitted to him, then returned to the unfolding plot.

"I'm not stopping you," he said, and continued his pursuit to undress you. His hands pulled at your waistband, tugging it down but incapable of removing your shorts without your assistance.

"Dabi," you called out, voice serious. "You're distracting me." Your tone informed him that you only planned to watch the movie and not entertain what he had in mind.

But he couldn't stop now, not when he was painfully hard and pressing against his zipper, begging to be freed. "You can still watch the movie, but I just need to put my tongue in you," he practically begged. "Nothing more."

The neediness in his voice convinced you to see things his way, and you felt your resolve crumbling once you saw the pleading look on his face. He only wanted to make you feel good, and it wasn't unusual for him to only eat you out. Most of the time, it seemed like it was more for his pleasure than your own, even though you were the one receiving.

You mulled over his suggestion, and before you knew it, you showed interest in his proposal. "Nothing more?" You repeated, asking for confirmation before you agreed to anything else.

He nodded eagerly, practically foaming at the mouth at how close he was to devouring you.

So you shimmied out of your shorts and laid back against the fluffy pillows while bending your legs and spreading them for him. The sight of your bare pussy, proved his suspicions right. You weren't wearing any underwear, and he stifled another groan, willing himself to calm down before settling between your legs.

"Keep your eyes on the screen," he lightly demanded, and you followed, looking back at the TV and trying to piece together what you missed.

He laid on his stomach and nuzzled closer to your core like it was calling to him, begging to be touched and teased, and he couldn't wait to do so. Without further ado, he softly licked your slit, tasting the strings of arousal that formed. Then he planted his face between your legs and sucked at your sweet cunt, lapping up your juices and groaning as he basked in your flavor. He loved having his head between your legs and all the pitiful sounds he pulled from you, all thanks to his collection of tricks and the barbell nestled in his tongue. His fingers pressed into the back of your thighs, denting the flesh as he held you apart and open while his tongue explored and mapped out a route only for him.

Your eyes flitted down, and a harsh slap on your outer thigh rewarded you for taking your eyes off the screen. The stinging pain made you whine, but you didn't object as you returned your gaze where it was required and let him do as he pleased.

It was as if the TV was on mute since you couldn't hear a word as blood rushed in your ears and the sounds of Dabi slurping on your folds increased. Your hand went to his head, pulling at his inky hair as your hips canted up and pants filled the air. Every shift of your hips was captured by his mouth, keeping up with your quivering body and preventing you from removing yourself from his hungry jaws. At the same time, his grip tightened, and his tongue moved more feverishly against your clit, bringing you closer to the edge.

Then one of his hands left your thigh, only for his fingers to nestle inside you next. Shallowly, he fucked two steady fingers into your weeping hole, curling them and knocking against your sensitive nerves, which made your back arch. The change of pace and the pleasure it brought almost made you forget the complaint on the tip of your tongue.

You gripped his hair harsher to pull his suctioning mouth from your clit, to no avail, as his fingers traced your walls.

"You didn't say anything about fingering," you whined, but your hips kept moving against his face, begging and desperately needing more.

He pulled back, mouth glistening with your fluids as he looked at you with desire flooding his features. "You know you like my fingers inside you while I suck your clit," he stated and finished his reply with a soft press of his lips against your throbbing pearl before reconvening.

Weakly, your hands pushed at his head again, needing a moment to organize your thoughts before you spoke. "But I didn't agree to this." You finished, trying to squirm out of his hold.

"It's alright," Dabi soothed, "let me make you come, then I'll stop. Is that okay?"

Unsure, you nodded, permitting him to continue.

He lowered his head, breathing in your arousal before attaching his mouth to your swollen clit. He knew your body even better than you sometimes, so you leaned back and brought your hips closer as he worshiped you with his lips and fingers in tandem.

Dabi's hips rutted into the soft, cotton sheets beneath him as he messily ate you up. He wished he could be buried inside you next with how worked up he had gotten from savoring your essence. You dripped down his chin, and he greedily lapped up every drop as his fingers worked inside you.

Then you released a shuddering breath, and your muscles spasmed around his digits as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Breathy gasps sounded as your hands gripped his hair tighter, and you released around his tongue and digits, trembling before him, but Dabi had no intentions of moving. He was glued to you, keeping his mouth on your sensitive cunt as he swallowed everything you had. Nearly sucking your soul out.

Finally, he pulled away, and you fell back onto the bed, shutting your legs. Your chest heaved as you tried to gather your bearings and come down to Earth.

Dabi wiped the excess arousal off his chin and watched you all boneless due to him, and he wanted you more than he ever craved you at that moment. He needed your heat wrapped around him snuggly, pushing and pulling at his swollen cock until he emptied inside you.

He crawled back to you, spreading your legs to settle between them. His fingers lifted your chin as he lowered himself to your lips. Without hesitating, he took over, capturing your lips and sucking your tongue into his mouth as he leaned in closer. You tried to keep up, pressing your body closer to follow his lead, but he pressed you further into the plush mattress until your back was leveled.

Your eyes had closed at the start of the kiss, so you missed the devious look in his eyes as his hand went to undo his jeans silently. Patiently, his fingers worked to release his dick, and the pressure from his hand nearly made him cum, but he needed to be inside you, so he staved off his release, firmly gripping his base to calm down.

He hiked your legs around his waist, deepening the kiss and pressing more of his weight onto you as he smothered you with his affections. He reached a hand down, gripping his base and leading it to your pussy. Your eyes flew open once you felt his tip nudge your hole, but it was too late. Before you could object, he was spearing you open and watching your face contort into a mix of shock and pleasure at his actions.

"What are you doing?" you asked, your voice close to a whisper. He didn't have to answer. It was clear what he was doing, but why? It wasn't supposed to go this far. He agreed. You both did.

He pressed his forehead against yours in an endearing manner as he wormed his way inside. "I couldn't help myself," he supplied, justifying his behavior. "Fuck-" his eyes rolled into the depths of his skull, "You feel so fucking good." He panted deliriously, getting drunk off you.

"Stop," you demanded, but he wasn't listening. His hips pistoned inside you as he worked to release the tension built-up in his sack. His head lowered to your neck, feverishly planting his lips against you and sucking at your skin while his hips pressed into yours.

"Dabi, I said stop," you nearly screamed, your voice much louder than it was before. "Get off me, and get out." Your hands pushed against his stomach. His chest. His shoulders. Any part of his body that would give way so you could remove him from you, but you were no match for him, not when his mind was made up.

He grabbed at your hands, painfully pinning them down above your head, as he agonizingly pulled out, making you feel every ridge and vein before he sharply pressed in. His thrust knocked the air from your lungs as you sputtered out pleas. But he was in too deep. He couldn't just stop. His hips repeatedly slammed into yours, working to get himself off as his desire worked to consume him until there was nothing left.

He groaned into your ear, tickling your flesh and kissing down your neck as he praised how wet you were. How you were the best fuck he ever had. How he couldn't leave you alone. How he needed you nearly every day, or he would lose his mind.

He looked down, watching the slick drag of his length disappear inside you only to reappear wetter and glossier than before, coated in a mix of your arousals. "Does it feel good?" he asked, eyes focused on your pussy and transfixed at the sight. It was like magic, and you had him bewitched.

He was in heaven, so he could only imagine what you were feeling, especially with him buried so deep inside, knotting your insides and taking your breath away.

You ignored him by shutting your eyes and blocking him out while wishing for him to finish quickly, but he had other plans.

He slammed inside with a razor-sharp thrust, and you clenched around him as your body twitched against your will and your back bowed. "I asked you a question." His demeanor changed entirely due to your lack of response. He no longer maintained the facade that this was for you and that he only wanted to please you. The sweet act was long gone and he only wished to stroke his ego. His free hand grasped your cheeks in his overly warm palm and squeezed painfully to force a reaction from you. You felt his fingers dig into your gums through your cheeks, and a sound of agony escaped you.

"That hurts," you whined, your words muffled, but he understood he was inflicting pain on you, yet he didn't care.

He simply ignored your complaint, opting to coax a response out of you as he kept connecting his hips to yours in a steady manner, "Answer the question."

You didn't want to. Your reply was irrelevant because this shouldn't have been happening anyways, but if you didn't answer, he would only prolong this interaction as much as he could. You wanted nothing more than for this to be over and for him to leave you alone, so you conceded.

"Yes," you mumbled, even though it pained you to say that three-letter word since it would only spur him on and give him the wrong idea. You hated how he was making you feel. Hated that he wanted you to submit to his adverse acts despite your objections. You never felt unsafe in his presence, but you did now. You couldn't trust him, and he was way worse than anticipated.

He freed you from his harsh grasp, allowing the pain in your jaw to settle as he caged you within his arms instead. "What was that?" he teasingly asked as a demented grin decorated his face.

He moved against you steadily, not faltering once as he worked to make a mess of you. He could feel you struggling beneath him, but you couldn't do anything other than that. It was pitiful. Watching you foolishly think you could escape made him want to fuck you even harder. To make you see just who was in charge.

You begged for the mattress to swallow you whole as he leered down at you and came closer. "It feels good," you spat out, turning your head away from him so you didn't have to see his piercing blue eyes staring into your soul.

He ignored your tone and focused on your unsurprising confession instead. Grinning like a Cheshire cat at how well he knew your body. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't hide anything from him. Not when he knew you like the back of his hand. "I thought so," he replied, rubbing salt into your wounds.

Dabi reached for your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand, and his other hand traced your side painstakingly before settling on your hip. His fingers gripped you, using his hold as leverage as he plunged inside you quicker. With each slide of his cock, he nestled deeper than before, leaving you on your toes, not knowing what to expect. His erratic and ever-changing movements made it impossible to grow accustomed to his pace.

He was too deep, knocking against your cervix and making you tighten uncomfortably at the sensation. But your legs were incapable of closing with him between them as he made his home there, leaving you susceptible to his advances. You couldn't do anything, not with your arms restricted. Even if your limbs were free, you were no match for him.

His hands gripped your skin even harsher, and tears pricked your eyes as you resigned yourself to his ferociousness. Then, he dipped his hand to your clit, which breathed life into you.

"Please don't," you begged, shaking your head at him. That was all you could do, use your words and hope that you appealed to him.

You could deal with everything he threw at you thus far, but you couldn't let him do that. To try and get you off as if you enjoyed this. But that's exactly what he was going to do, and if anything, your reaction only encouraged him.

Once again, that unsettling smile returned to his face as he applied pressure to your clit and used your excess juices to moisten his fingers. "Why, you don't want to cum?" He asked. "I wouldn't want to leave you unsatisfied."

"Dabi, I don't want to," you replied, but he ignored you, and his fingers pressed down, rolling your nub until it was swollen and had a heartbeat. His hips maintained pace with his fingers as he brought you closer to the edge until he felt you gush around him before shame overtook you. The clamping of your walls brought him to his peak, and he throbbed inside you as he decorated your walls with spurts of his warm seed. He rubbed your release off his fingers and onto your thigh before pulling out and letting you curl into yourself. Once you could, you grabbed the sheets, pulling them over your body before he could get any other ideas as you felt his load drip between your thighs. But he made no move to touch you again, and you looked to see that he was fixing his clothes in a relaxed manner.

"I hate you," you sneered, hoping he could feel the heat of your words and that it would disturb him for the rest of his life.

But the look that greeted you showed no remorse or guilt at his actions. He smirked at you uncaring, "get in line." With that, he left, closing the door and leaving you to clean up the mess he created.

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