#I have such a weakness for characters showing their palms in a sign of submission

[crispy-art-on-fire]

Had this sketch for the scene with Blurr but I don't think I'm finishing so have at you <3

[talesmaniac89]

Choices - You Chose Dean

New to Choices? Start Here

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Choices is an interactive Supernatural choose your own adventure story where your choices determine the outcome and whether it’s a Dean x Reader or Sam x Reader. Go to the intro to start your story now!

Triggers: None really, some mention of Dean putting himself in harm’s way.

Choice:  [You chose Dean Winchester]

Y/N = Your Name

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“Right… So, to make sure we’re ready…” Dean said with a sigh, eyeing the signs as they passed by. The tense tone and hard voice of a soldier enough for you to tell you were quickly closing in on the farmhouse in question. 

“There’s supposed to be five demons in there. We’ll have to take ‘em all out fast. Try to catch them off guard,” Dean spoke over the music, echoing the earlier plan and case details. Though you didn’t mind. It was better to be prepared. Know the case inside out. Especially when you were dealing with those slimy black-eyed bastards. They tended to try and wiggle their way free if you left them even the slightest bit of breathing room.

According to the briefing, the five demons had made themselves a cosy little home in the middle of farm town USA. Happily living their best evil little lives and causing havoc wherever they went. But they weren’t big shots. So, the fight shouldn’t be too hard for three experienced hunters. In, out, find a motel for a snooze if necessary and home in time for lunch tomorrow.

“We’ll have to split up. (Y/N), I think…” Dean started, those infuriatingly striking green eyes glancing up at you through the rear-view mirror and nearly leaving you tongue-tied. Damn him and his… Gorgeous fucking bastard. You couldn’t even think straight. Dean Winchester did things to your mind; filthy, explicit, breathless things. Leaving you mentally winded and unable to string two words together with just a flash of green or a blinding smile.

Yet you somehow still managed to get the protest out before he finished his sentence. The stubbornness of a hunter tackling the wanton daydreamer in you to the floor and wrestling the not-so-innocent devil on your shoulder into submission for long enough to let you find your voice again.

“I’m not sitting this one out Winchester,” You snapped back. Allowing your annoyance to mask the way the hunter always left you winded as you shot down Dean’s attempt to keep you out of harm's way. Like he did every hunt. Disguised as you either taking on the research-, backup- or otherwise removed from action roles.

Though he always failed. You were just as unwilling to see him hurt as he was to see anyone hurt. There was no way in hell you’d be able to sit a fight out and risk the man you loved (oh so very secretly and silently mind you) get hurt because of it. 

“Alright… But you’re staying behind me,” Dean sighed after a moment. Clearly sensing the fight brewing as he backed off quite easily. Plus, even the infuriatingly protective hunter had to agree that 3 against 5 were still better odds than 2 against 5. No matter how much he wanted to go in, guns blazing, alone to keep his little brother and you out of harm’s way.

“Ok, so… We’ll head in the front, while Sammy goes around back?” You clarified; happy he’d dropped the fight for once. And doubly happy since you’d be right there by his side. Able to protect him and the heart you’d silently slipped him without him noticing. 

“Yeah, after, we paint some Devil’s Traps outside. Give ‘em nowhere to run,” Dean’s voice was all business again as he revved the engine, green eyes hard as you sped down the old country roads. Straightening in your own seat, you felt the adrenaline start coursing through you. It was show time, and you were planning on kicking some serious demon ass. 

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“Nice place they’ve got here…” Raising an eyebrow, you kept your eyes on the dilapidated farmhouse through the trees as you stepped out of the car, hidden just out of view from the demon hideout. Unable to stop the disgusted shudder that crawled up your spine as snapshots from some of the goriest movies you knew flashed in front of your eyes.

It looked like something from a classic horror movie. You could nearly hear the Deliverance banjo music in the background as your eyes scanned the rickety porch and rotting wood. It was the kind of place you’d normally scream at the characters on the screen to run away from. Not in fear, but in pure exasperation. After all, nothing good was ever found in old abandoned farmhouses. The demons in the one in front of you just helped prove your point. 

Following Dean to the back of the car, you kept your angel blade by your side as you busied yourself stocking up on holy water and enough iron to make Tony Stark jealous. Taking extra care to ensure everything was safely strapped to your body, and that none of the ‘pointier’ weapons would end up turning on you if you took a tumble. Though you knew you’d most likely just end up sticking to good ol’ reliable and angelic in your hand. The silver white blade thumping against your thigh matched your heartbeat. Adrenaline already coursing pleasurably through your veins from the thought of the upcoming fight.

You needed action, and you needed it fast. The nearly uncomfortable buzz in your body seemed to be reacting violently to the evil in the air, culminating in an itch in your bones that nothing but gunpowder and steel could scratch. So, as you finished building your wearable arsenal of guns, knives and all things pain-inducing, you glanced over at Dean, lips parted to get the show on the road. However, Dean wasn’t moving next to you. 

The gun he’d picked up first still heavy in his palm as he stood frozen, watching you. Worry making the green summer days in his eyes cloud over like a sudden midday storm. The barely hidden pain in them squeezing at your heart as you readied yourself for words you knew would come. 

“You don’t have to…”

“Yes, I do Dean,” You sighed, unwilling to even let him finish his usual attempt at making you sit the hunt out. The same frustrating song and dance as always, yet you couldn’t help the way your heart followed the rhythm of it. The kind, protective streak that made the hunter ask you that same question every time you set out to fight another monster was, after all, part of why you loved him. 

Always so willing to carry every burden on his own shoulders, yet hiding that small, fragile part of himself that showed how everyone’s burdens were taking their toll. Keeping his own pain, his own burdens, hidden until he was alone in the bunker. Or at least, until he thought he was alone. You’d caught him more than once. Tired green eyes squeezed shut as he rested his head in his hands, gasping for breath through the onslaught of guilt and hurt. Strong shoulders shaking with unshed tears and the weight of the blame he placed on them. 

He wanted to keep you safe. Not just you, but the whole god damned world. Still, he was just one man. One soldier in a war that had been raging since the beginning of time itself and he never put down his weapon. Always ready to jump back into the fray. Even as his armour cracked, and his blade dulled. Even as he collapsed under the weight of it all.

The family business; his life since childhood had forced him to hide away his fears as weaknesses. Shaping himself into a shield instead, as he readily threw himself into harm’s way if he believed it could save someone else. Dean Winchester lived like he had a death wish, even though he feared the unknown darkness that was waiting on the other side. Always a little too ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good. 

Never seeing that he was greater than the sum of his sins. That he was good. 

Never willing to believe that the world was a better place with him in it. Though to you it was. Hell… Without him in it, the world would just be a black and white imitation of its formerly vibrant self.

Because you knew the truth that he spent every waking moment trying to hide from the greedy world that just kept demanding more of its one-man army. That behind the soldier, there was a man with a big heart and a need to be loved. A young boy who was denied a childhood. A broken big brother that always blamed himself for pulling Sammy back into the life. A friend willing to sacrifice anything just to see you smile. And, a beautiful soul, who hurt and mourned deeper than anyone else whenever you failed to save someone. 

Dean Winchester was a complex man.

He wasn’t just a hunter, brother, friend or secret keeper of your heart. Dean was a heartrendingly beautiful story with untold depths, a full unexplored universe. With all the nuances and colours that painted a picture of his painful history in scars, heartbreaks and timid smiles that he felt guilty for letting slip. 

A story made up of all the stifled emotions and locked in screams, that easily brought those who knew him to tears. Peppered with small verses of agonisingly fragile hope and the long forgotten innocence of a childhood he never got to have. Hidden and hard to decipher among the many self-deprecating jokes and harsh rejections, yet not lost to you as it was to many others who saw the man as unfeeling and cold. Dean just had to grow up a little faster than most, it didn’t make him a monster, it didn’t make him any less human.

And you didn’t want to add new bruised and battered sentences to that story. You never wanted to be the reason for him to ever get hurt. So, as always, you told him the same thing you’d repeated for an immeasurable number of former hunts. Speaking into the quiet air around you as you grabbed one of the spray cans from the trunk.

“We’re in this together Dean. I’ve got your back, you’ve got mine. Forever,” 

--- 

Straightening back up with a stifled groan you admired your work. 

If all else failed and hunting didn’t work out, maybe you could turn to street art. The Devil’s Trap was expertly painted, if you’d say so yourself. Which you did. Albeit silently and in your own head, as to not alert the demons in the farmhouse to the right of you. 

The trap you’d been assigned was the closest to the Impala, another attempt from Dean at keeping you safe. Yet, it was also the most likely escape route if the demons turned cowards and tried to run for the hills. 

The sliding door just a few steps away to your right was not a planned entry point. So, they’d be most likely to try and use it to scutter away like the scared little black-eyed rats they were if it came down to that. So, your work had to be perfect. Allowing yourself just one more careful look over the symbols, you stepped back. Turning on light feet to carefully, and silently, re-join Dean by the front door. 

The worry in green eyes had once more been replaced by steely determination once you made it back to the front of the farmhouse. Squaring his jaw, he watched you quietly jog up to him before just as soundlessly signalling for Sam to start moving towards the back door with a raised hand and to fingers pointed down the path around the house. His own eyes moving to lock onto the front door, weapon at the ready while he relayed the wordless orders. Missing the small nod from Sam as the younger hunter stayed crouched and quiet, moving before Dean’s hand even had time to straighten out and silently relay his next orders.

Lifting his hand to you, you frowned at the straight palm facing you. He was asking you to wait outside for his signal. To let him walk in through the front door first and act like your shield in case something went wrong. 

Looking at him you gritted your teeth to keep the angry whisper at bay. Gripping your angel blade a little harder, you chose to instead just silently shake your head at him in protest. Catching his eye as he glanced away from the door to make sure you caught the order you tried to silently plead with him. But this time he wasn’t backing down.

His own wordless reply was just a repeat of the single hand gesture that was supposed to be your command and role in the coming battle. Green eyes leaving yours to cut off every silent argument you had as he kept his shoulders tense and jaw squared. 

Your stubborn hunter wasn’t going to let you argue this time as he slowly but surely started moving forward, towards the door. Leaving you standing in the gravel, fuming silently.

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Make your choice below to move the story along:

What do you do?

[Follow him in] or [Wait outside]

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Confused or New to Choices? Start Here Choices is an interactive Supernatural choose your own adventure story where you pick your Winchester brother and go on a hunt for one of 8 different endings in total. Four for Sam and four for Dean (2 happy and 2 bad endings per brother). Go to the intro to start your story!

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[wereallydobevibing]

Posessive - avengers x reader

Prompt - the reader is new to the team, and the rest of the team become possessive for her very quickly, even going as far as threatening to kill each other to insure their claim on her.

[ This didn't turn out as well as I hoped, I feel like. But feel free to send in asks or requests for other Avenger characters that you'd like to see a darker/yandere version of. ]

Warnings - Yandere avengers, mentions of sex, slightly brutal, obsessive behavior, daddy kink, choking kink, breeding kink, innocence kink, smutty, pretty dark tbh

Being new to the team was an easy adaptation—for, the rest of the team was highly supportive of you. Each and every one of them always seemed extactic to have you in their presence, and you usually thought they were just being nice.

Boy, were you wrong.

Tony, naturally, had been first to show signs of obsessive behavior. But you being young and pure, you hadn't noticed.

He started off by constantly calling you to his lab; a weak attempt to keep you from interacting too much with the rest of the team. Because he knew that the Avengers were made up entirely of broken superhumans—desperate to be in control of at least one thing, even if it couldn't be their ruthless fates.

And who better than you?

You were a reaving beauty walking the compound—your legs exposed by the running shorts you wore, leaving everyone's eyes trailing on you as the muscle in your legs rippled and your waist so god damn grabbable.

So he would find excuses to make sure you were always with him—if not training or relaxing in your room. He'd always have the surveillance cameras surrounding the complex focused entirely on you, always watching. Tony had even gone as far as making sure your room was just across from his.

But you, an avenger, still needed to train with the team—to workout, and go on missions. And with Steve being the Cap, there was no surprise that you also spent some training time with him.

Even if it was purely formal—which it had been, at first—Tony would glare at the computer screens as you and Steve shared laughs. You may not have seen it, but even through the cameras, Tony could—that little glint in Steve's eyes when he looked at you, how unnecessarily close he stood next to you, the way he straddled your waist when he pinned you down on the sparring mat then leant down to whisper something in your ear.

Tony was pissed.

"You did good today, Y/N," Steve breathed, keeping your arms pinned above your head. He eyes trailed your body, and in order to not scare you off, Steve struggled to keep his hands from trailing your waist. "very good."

You blushed, "erm, thanks, Cap."

He lifted you off the ground, still standing strangely close to you.

"I should get going," you smiled, grabbing your water bottle. "Tony needs my help in the lab."

Steve internally scoffed, that selfish bastard.

While Steve may have been from another time, he wasn't mindless. He was well aware of Tony's feelings—aware that the billionare was only constantly requesting your presence in order to keep you to himself.

But Stark was too late—the playboy spent so much time in his lab, he hadn't realized that more than half the team was already spilling blood in your name—for your favor. It took nothing more than a soft smile in their direction, nothing more than the swing of your hips, for them to be hypnotized by you.

Sam and Bucky had already been at it more than once—and instead of stopping it, Thor had joined in, exclaiming, "she is far too divine to be wasted on mere mortals. She is mine."

Steve remained somewhere on the out-field, sitting comfortably as he silently strategized a way to get you away from here—somehwere only he could find you.

Somewhere only he could have you.

Steve was a patient man, afterall. He was a man thousands of civilians looked to and labeled righteous. For as long as he wanted to, he could keep you hidden away and no one would ever suspect your disappearance to be his doing.

"Why don't you come to the kitchen," Steve suggested, inching closer to you—fingers aching to grasp your jaw. "spend some time with a fellow avenger for once? Being cooped up in Tony's lab all the time isn't healthy, you know."

Much to his dismay, you had fulfilled your promise to Tony, and headed toward the lab once your time with Steve was done. And he did nothing but watch—angered, yet amazed—his eyes trailing over your bare legs, adoring the muscle that rippled beneath your baby soft skin.

Steve's pants grew tight, and he grunted in unsatisfaction. You were such a god damn tease.

***

Arriving in Tony's lab, you had expected to find him working on his newest creation. But instead of Tony, you found Bruce, examining a blueprint of some sort. His eyes averted to meet yours; a strange fluttering occuring in his stomach at the sight of you—hair messy, skin slightly sheening under the light due to the sweat lightly layering over your skin.

He'd heard of there being a newer addition to the team, but he hadn't expected you to be so ... perfect.

"You must be Y/N," Bruce breathed, holding out a hand as you approached him. "My name is Bruce, I'm sure you've heard of me."

"I have," you smiled, unaware of the burning sensation he felt when you hand made contact with his. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Banner."

Mr. Banner, your words echoed in his head. Your silky smooth voice gliding over his eardrums and sending shivers down his spine.

He almost asked you to say it again—address him like he was your superior, whisper it in his ear, but was quickly stopped. Both by the shyness in his chest, and Tony's reappearance in the lab.

"Ah, Y/N!" Tony cheered, feeling the boiling of his blood subside now that Rogers was no longer in sight. "Finally back again~"

***

Sam listened from his place at the kitchen table as you spoke softly to your father over the phone—he listened, absorbing the softness of your voice and the light, breathy chuckles escaping your throat as you continued on with your conversation; not minding that he was there.

"Yes, daddy," you responded.

Sam's ears perked up at the sound of your response, and so did his little friend beneath his sweats. His eyes bore through the back of your head, a lustfilled gaze with the intentions of undressing you with his eyes.

Daddy, his concious echoed, but now his mind was remixing the sound of your voice so that it came out more like a pleasure-filled moan, begging for him.

"You okay?"

Sam whipped up his head, you standing over him with a look of concern gracing your features. He wasn't sure when your conversation over the phone ended, but he hadn't been quite ready for it. Now you stared down at him, observing him, he felt naked under your eyes.

"A little nauseous, that's all," he smiled up at you through the lie, but your gaze was still concerned, almost like a mother. The thought of you babying him made him hard—or better yet, the thought if you carrying his child.

His expression was pained—tortured. His member was perked up and ready to go, Sam was tempted to slam you on the table and fuck you so hard you came twice at the same time.

But he didn't get to—not this time. Bucky came waltzing in the room, suited up and ready to lead you into the target room for more gun training. A glare fueled his gaze at the sight of the former winter soldier, who only smirked smuggly.

"Ready, doll?"

Sam grew irritated, but refused to voice it. He and Bucky would get at it later, for now, he could only dream of locking you up in his apartment—having you all night long. Leaving love bites and teeth marks on your skin, fucking a baby into you to make it clear that you were his.

Only his.

***

"Relax your shoulders," Bucky instructed, "don't tilt your head, keep it straight."

"Yes, sir," you muttered, knowing he could hear you but also thinking he would laugh along.

He didn't.

Bucky paused behing you, jaw clenched at the sound of your voice addressing him as 'sir'. His lip went guant between his teeth.

"Sir?" He spoke lowly, "That's a new one."

"Don't like it?" You teased.

I love it. He thought, but instead he shrugged. It slipped passed your lips all sweet and innocent, and that was what got him so riled up—it was so pure, but it sounded so deliciously submissive.

You'd been so focused on reloading your weapon, you hadn't heard his heavy footsteps stride closer to you. What caught your attention was the pressure of his hard chest against your back—his head tilting so that his nose rubbed against your neck.

"Bucky?"

No response—but instead, his hand took the weapon from your palm and set it aside. His groin rubbed pressed against your ass, and you gasped. You gripped the edge of the counter in front of you to remain balanced.

"B-Bucky, what is this?"

"The others—they think you belong to them," he whispered lowly, hot breath tingling your cheek. "Stark, Steve, Sam, Banner, Thor—but you don't, Y/N. You don't belong to them. You belong to me."

Bucky reached around you, placing his flesh hand on your neck, giving it a light squeeze. It wasn't enough to cut off your airway, but it was enough to make you gasp. Bucky hardened at the sight—choking was such a good look on you.

"Bucky, wait—"

"You've been spending so much time with Stark—"

"He's my friend."

"Stark doesn't see it that way," he growled into your neck, nibbling at the soft flesh. "He wants you the way we all do, doll."

Your eyes widened—a feeling in your chest arising. You knew where this was going, and a part of you wanted to let it happen. You mentally scolded yourself for that.

Bucky's metal hand slipped under your shirt, the coldness of it making your skin crawl. His fingertips trailed up your stomach to the fabric of your bra, curling over your perfect breasts and giving a the soft flesh a satisfying squeeze.

Another gasp flew through your lips, trembling.

"I saw you first," Bucky hissed pressing against you more, "you're fucking mine, doll."

But he won't do anything to you—not just yet. If a war between the avengers hasn't started yet, taking you right here in the training room surely would. The team had enough to stress over already, and on top of that, Bucky wasn't a man of force. He wouldn't bed you if you were uncertain of such a decision.

So, gently, he released his hold on you—eyes still trailing on your face as you looked up at him with shock and confusion. Bucky curled a strand of your hair around his thick fingers, then pushed it back—all the while, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your temple.

He stalked away no later, knowing that through the security cameras, Tony Stark was surely watching. Bucky's face was smug and smirking as he stared up into the camera, strutting down the hall in all his glory.

***

"This is Stormbreaker," Thor introduced, pointing towards the heavy looking hammer in his hands. He didn't need to point it out—needless to say, you knew all about it. "Only I am capable of holding it."

"So I've been told," you muttered, then listened to the breathless chuckles surrounding you. It was on nights like this where the team would finally manage to get together and relax, share a drink or two and talk.

But now you had grown tense around the team—after that particular moment you had shared with Bucky just a couple of days ago.

They all want me, you thought—at least, that's what Bucky had told you. By now, you were limiting your time with Tony and spending a majority of it with Steve or Nat—you could believe Tony was a posessive man, but Steve? That wasn't like him at all.

Tony, blinded, hadn't noticed your sudden change in demeanor. And you kept it that way. You still held a healthy relationship with the Stark man, but distanced yourself from him all the same.

Natasha seized to act strangely around you, which left you thinking she had zero interest in being romantically involved with you. But, boy, were you wrong.

She was good at controlling herself, making herself appear a certain way for her own personal benefit.

Natasha was doing just that with you—gaining your trust, making it so that you feel comfortable going only to her when burdened or in need of comfort. It was working—and while she had you growing more and more attached to her, Nat was content knowing that she was winning. But she'd have to make it clear to the boys.

"Everyone here has attempted to lift my hammer at some point—"Thor grinned, pointing his hammer at everyone, then stopping at you. "—except you, my dear Y/N."

"Oh, no, no, no," you protested, shaking your head, "if Cap couldn't lift it, I definately couldn't."

"Don't be silly, doll," Steve smirked, "give it a try."

You didn't notice them all tense as Thor took your hand and lead you toward his hammer. Chances of you actually lifting were actually pretty thick—you were just like Thor in some ways, but were strong-willed and dependable. If you weren't worthy of lifting Mjolnr, then nobody was.

You sent Nat a look, practically begging her to come to your rescue—but instead she smirked, lifting her glass of whiskey to her lips and challenging you with her eyes.

You sighed, then loosely wrapped your thin fingers around the handle of Thor's hammer. Everyone watched intently, and with that, you decided you wouldn't even try. It was ridiculous, really—the thought of you being worthy of lifting a god's weapon when Captain America himself couldn't even do it.

This is so stupid, you thought.

With a soft, lazy tug, you lifted your hand, slightly wobbling in the air as you struggled to control the weight of the weapon in your hands.

In your hands.

You were lifting Thor's hammer—but of course, not with ease. It was slightly heavy in your palm, you needed two hands to properly grasp it.

Your eyes went wide, mouth fallen agape as the rest of the team watched you in awe. You were worthy—which meant Thor would—

"You're worthy," Thor breathed, Tony began rising from his seat, Steve's jaw clenched. Bucky's glass of whiskey exploded in his tight grip; rage boiling within him. Bruce was prepared to Hulk out.

"What does this mean?" Nat seethed, leaning forward in her seat.

"That means," A selfish, darkening glint appeared in Thor's eyes as everyone glared up at him, and you watched as he snuck an arm around your waist, then took back his hammer with his free hand. "I will take her back to Asgard, make her my queen, and have her rule at my side."

There was a moment of silence, and Steve was suddenly summoning his shield—fuming, "Over my dead fucking body."

[gloamingdawn]

Lynesse Gloamingdawn

The Basics ––– –

Name: Dr. Lynesse Aurelia Gloamingdawn ( née Sunsprite)

Nickname(s): Lyn

Age: Older than she looks

Birthday: November 27

Race: Sin’dorei

Gender:  Female

Marital Status: Single, Widowed

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Bright coppery orange

Eyes:  Sin’dorei gold

Height: 5′7″

Build: Athletic

Distinguishing Marks: An abundance of freckles across every visible inch of her skin. The backs and palms of her hands have the vrykul sowilo rune crisply scarred in, and she has a half collar of scarred vrykul runes centered on her breastbone under her clavicle and arcing up to dead-end at her collar bones (from left to right: algiz, laguz, gebo, dagaz, gebo, laguz, algiz). 

Tattoos: None

Piercings: Her earlobes are pierced and she frequently wears little gold hoops that hug in close so they don’t get caught on anything.

Common Accessories:  A silver handmade vegvísir pendant worn around her neck.  

Likeness: Jessica Chastain

Personal Information––– –

Profession: Owner of the Breadsmith bakery in Fairbreeze village, Eversong Woods. She spent the last couple of years formally training as a surgeon and has been certified as a formal Doctor, but is not currently employed at any clinic or hospital. 

Hobbies:  Bartending, embroidery, baking, surfing, blacksmithing

Languages: Thalassian, Darnassian, Common, Orcish, Vrykul, Azerothian Sign Language

Residence: Eastern outskirts of Eversong Woods, near the sea.

Birthplace: Quel’thalas

Religion:  The Light

Patron Deity:  Eyir

Fears: Being forgotten, forgetting, being alone for the rest of her life

Relationships ––– -

Spouse:  Helion Gloamingdawn (deceased)

Children:  None

Parents:  Valia and Aertur Sunsprite, Otelias Embergale (biological father)

Siblings: 

Half brother - Meryn Deh’lorei (née Embergale)

Half sister - Anaella Embergale (deceased) 

Other Relatives: None she knows about

Pets: Oria, a sundarter fae dragon

Sex & Romance ––– -

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Preferred Emotional Role: submissive | dominant | switch

Preferred Sexual Role: submissive | dominant | switch

Libido: On average, high. Currently, low.

Turn ons: Confidence, cunning, strong will, passion, adventurous nature, knowing what they want and doing what they have to do to achieve, willing to spar or work out, strength

Turn offs: Meekness, weakness, poor health, frequent complaining

Love Language:  Physical touch and acts of service

Relationship Tendencies: Lyn’s used to being left mostly alone in a relationship, which can lead to her struggling with a partner that’s around all the time. She loves cuddling, touching and being touched but also has moments where she’d prefer her space for personal quality time. It takes her a while to warm up to verbally telling a partner that she loves them, but she shows it often by listening to what they might want and then doing, getting, or making whatever that thing is for them. 

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: Commonly, trying to quit

Drugs: Rarely

Alcohol: Rarely

RP Hooks ––– –

Baker - She occasionally sells her “famous” old elvish style honey cakes at the Menagerie Boutique and keeps them well stocked at her storefront in Fairbreeze village in Eversong Woods. 

Succulent Tart - She bartends for them now and occasionally works as security if needed! If you’ve been to a show in the last couple of months she’s probably been working, and if you’ve been to a show in the last couple of years she’s probably been in attendance as she was a fan well before she joined!

Doctor - She’s worked at hospitals around Eversong & Silvermoon City as well as having previous employment at the Shielded Mind clinic. During the latter half of the Legion campaign she worked in some of the main healing tents as immediate triage (and was oddly good at being able to pick out the dying even when it wasn’t immediately apparent that was the case). 

HOW TO CONTACT:

OoC feel free to contact me on my tumblr or my discord at Lynesse#2493

IC you can message me to work out a starter scene on tumblr or discord.  I can be found in-game under the name ‘Lynesse’ on Wyrmrest Accord, mostly in Silvermoon City or at as many neutral events as possible elsewhere. Walk-ups are much beloved! You are more than welcome to shoot me a whisper to say hi  or ask me to pop on over. 

[randombtsprincessa]

Aberrations || 10 [Final]

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Yoongi x Reader

Chapter:  01  02  03  04  05  06  07  08  09

Warning: Smut!

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Yoongi’s face slumped slightly in relief as he read the tired submission on my face before letting a slow, wary smile cross his lips. “Ok?” he asked, peering at me, making sure I was actually agreeing to his proposal.

I straightened, meeting his eyes, “Okay, Yoongi, I am giving you a limited amount of time to get what you want to say out in the open.” I said.

His eyes flicker. “How much time do I have?” he asked.

I ignored the question. “You’re already wasting it.” I said.

Yoongi backed up at that. “Ok, fine, I’ll…get the car around, don’t go anywhere.” He mumbled, his hands fumbling in his pocket as he began to walk away but he stopped at the door and looked back at me again, making sure I wasn’t about to move. I didn’t look back up at him, the only sign of his leaving being the dull clang of the metal door shutting.

I sighed, sliding down till I was crouching, shivering lightly as the thrumming from the inside of the club continued, adding a dark tune to my already collapsing spirit.

What had I done?

Why had I agreed to listen to him? Hadn’t I promised myself that the day I walked out on him was the day he was out of my life for good? Granted, he had put up against Sehun for me but if I let that cloud out everything he’d done, I would be an idiot. No, scratch that, I was already an idiot for going through with this.

I pulled out my phone and shot a text in the group chat.

SOMETHING CAME UP. I AM SO SORRY I NEED TO LEAVE. I’LL TELL YOU LATER.

I looked up when a car came in sight at the end of the alley, getting to my feet as Yoongi got out, looking at me dubiously. I walked to the car with halting steps, still reluctant to climb in the sleek, glossy black car but I had no choice. I had already resigned to this and I was…curious. I really was an idiot.

I kept my arms locked around me in a warm and protective embrace the entire time, trying my hardest to avoid Yoongi’s intense and piercing presence. He wasn’t even saying anything, but I could feel him practically oozing on me, tingling against each skin cell.

I stubbornly looked out the window but it wasn’t much help because the way from Dark Wild to his house wasn’t that far and with a fast car and his driving, it took us only about ten minutes till he was parked in the underground parking and taking me up to the elevator to his pent house.

We both stood at the farthest possible corners of the cabin, our faces averted but the mirrored walls didn’t help at all. I could see the furrow of his brows and the way his throat bobbed with each swallow. I closed my eyes until…the ride ended.

After 7 seconds, we were finally in the make or break zone; in his house.

“You can um…sit.” He pointed vaguely towards the sofa set and I eyed it. That was where the entire fiasco had started. I edge around it but didn’t sit, instead walking over to stand at the window, peering at the city lights.

I heard his trademark sigh.

“Are you going to even look at me?” he asked.

“You told me to listen to you, looking at you was nowhere in the agreement.” I murmured, just loud enough for him.

“God, Y/N,” he gritted and I turned to see him running his fingers through his inky hair, tightening his fist slightly before looking at me, with annoyed eyes. Well, that wasn’t new.

“I’m trying to…I’m showing…I’m not good at this. I can’t do it properly and you’re not helping me!” I said finally.

I kept my arms folded, not even moving and he slumped into his seat, looking at his knees.

“The first time I saw you at the Club wasn’t the first time I’d seen you around. I knew you were in my class and I’ve see you around with Oh before. Taehyung’s pretty tough competition and even though he never did beat me, I knew the name of his partner, even if I never bothered to listen to any of your pieces. As long as you didn’t surpass me, you two weren’t a problem.”

“So, you knew I had a boyfriend?” I asked slowly.

“Call me an ass and you will probably but that day wasn’t one of my best. My father and I were bickering and usually it’s funny but that day, I don’t know, I took a hit and came here to get it off my chest. I honestly can’t tell you if I would’ve done all that if I wasn’t drunk. I’m just like that. You were there and you were hitting on me when you had a boyfriend and it – I told you this already – it set off all the wrong alarms.”

“In the class when we got assigned partners, I wasn’t expecting to be paired off with you. I mean, I don’t believe in fate and all that crap but I guess karma’s a bitch because there you were and you already hated my guts. I couldn’t help it. I am naturally programmed to challenge and provoke and that’s what I did with you all the time. It didn’t help matters when it turned out you acted so uptight all the time when you didn’t even know the most basic software.”

I let out a loud scoff, glaring at him.

“If you brought me here to insult me, you could’ve just left me with Sehun.” I growled.

He shook his head quickly. “I didn’t say that right. I just…” he sighed again.

“I’ll skip that part. Well, we made that truce and then Oh introduced us to everyone and by then I was already forming assumptions about you, I know, I was wrong but then we talked and then you left and…” he gulped and looked away, rubbing his hands nervously. “So, the next day, I said those stuff to you…”

I frowned. He cut something out, I could feel it. He was going to say something else but he had stopped himself.

“I shouldn’t have and yes, Hoseok and Jimin both made sure to remind me of that but I tried to apologize. I looked for you but without the class, you just vanished. I even threatened Taehyung and he didn’t tell me,” he shook his head.

“Tae didn’t know I was skipping classes.” I said.

“Well, that makes sense. When I found you walking alone on the streets I just had to take that opportunity. You were a little difficult,” his lips quirked slightly at the memory, “but at least you agreed.” He said. “We were friends; I liked that, being friends with you. You put most of my assumptions to the ground. You were still clumsy and not knowing anything about the music studio but you learned fast and I think that’s what was most fun; teaching you. You looked at me like I was some sort of mermaid or something.”

Angel…I corrected mentally as he went on.

“Until of course I ruined everything that night; I didn’t want to…”

“You could’ve said no but you didn’t.” I pointed out.

“Not that; I didn’t want you to leave after what I said…but yeah, I did want to…” he trailed off, meeting my eyes, his midnight orbs burning with implication.

I looked away first.

“Why did you?” I asked.

“You woke up and you called Sehun. You said he made you do it. I just…as much as I wanted to…I didn’t want to be a rebound; someone you could use to one up that pathetic idiot.” He sighed.

“Yoongi…” I sighed.

“Sehun,” he amended.

“No, not that, I don’t care what you call him anymore, but I do care that that’s what you would think of me,” I said.

“I didn’t know you, Y/N. I was…vulnerable and the one thing I’ve learnt to do best is lash out and that’s what I did. I expected you to fight to stay, to stay with me but you just left.” His voice cracked slightly and we both pretended it didn’t happen.

“You kicked me out, what did you expect me to do?”

“Not go back to your cheating boyfriend!” he stood up, his voice shaking with rage as he glared at me.

His eyes widened, his jaw slacking as we both registered what he’d said. No, I’d heard him wrong. My ears were ringing already; I must’ve caught him wrong.

“What did you say?” I asked, my voice coming out weak and scratchy, not wanting to believe. It couldn’t be true. Sehun would never…

He sat down again, head in his hands. “Y/N, Sehun was cheating on you. Well, before you and I even became friends, maybe even before you and I met.” He said.

I took deep breaths.

“Did you…see?” I asked. He nodded. “That time you left with the girls. It was just us guys. Your friends left to go dance and then Jimin and Hobi got drunk and I was watching them so I didn’t and I thought Sehun was looking for you; I went to tell him you already left because I thought he didn’t deserve to hang because of your pettiness,” his face contorted, “but when I found him, he was up against the wall with some other girl and well, he was seconds away from,” he broke off, looking up at me warily. “It didn’t seem like it was a stranger either. I heard him tell her to go to their home.” He whispered.

“Oh my god,” I whispered.

Sehun had been sleeping with other women. He had been cheating. In his apartment, in his bed, the same bed we shared the same apartment that I knew like the back of my palm. What had happened? Why would he do this?

“I got so angry because he was making it out like you were the problem when he was the one who was cheating.” He said softly, standing up again and coming around to stand in front of me.

“Y/N, are you ok?” he asked.

“Oh my god,” I repeated.

“Y/N,” his hands came up to cradle my face, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you like this but you needed to know. You need to move on.” He said.

I broke out into a bitter chuckle. “Move on? I don’t need to move on, Min Yoongi. Yes, I feel betrayed and hurt that Sehun would do this but I already moved on. I moved on even when I was with him.” I looked into his eyes to see a small flame flicker in them.

“Y/N,” he leant in but my next words stopped him.

“This changes nothing.” I said.

He pulled back, looking at me confused. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“I mean you still thought I was a slut who would fuck you to get back at her boyfriend.” I spat, shaking his hands off me. “I never said that,” he frowned.

“Oh you did, in a lot more complicated vocabulary but this was the gist of it. Correct me if I’m wrong but didn’t you call me a desperate bitch?” I asked, walking away from him. He winced slightly.

“I was confused.” He protested.

“Confused? You know what people do when they are confused, Yoongi? They asked questions. They don’t fling out accusation like girl scout cookies and even those cost something.” I picked up my bag.

“So, you’re leaving again? You can’t just leave like that. I told you everything!” He said.

“And I told you it changes nothing, you still could change your opinion of me the next time you’re confused,” I muttered.

I felt his hand on my shoulder and turned to look at him. His eyes were big, childlike, like he wasn’t sure what he had to do. “I’m sorry; I will never do that. I could never hurt you like that again. Just don’t leave.” He whispered.

I shook my head. “It doesn’t work like that. You hurt me…so much, too much. I need time…to think. You need time too.” I said.

“I don’t need time! I need you!” he yelled, glaring at me.

I sighed, pushing his hand away from my shoulder and went to open the door, before turning to finally look at him. “You know why I didn’t need to move on from Sehun, Yoongi? It’s because I was in love with you and I don’t know if I’ll stop anytime soon.”

I walked out again, leaving him stand in the middle of his living room, looking hurt, broken and angry while pretending that the entire ride down the elevator didn’t shatter my heart.

Yoongi sighed, pushing himself away from the brick wall as he followed after her. Cursing under his breath, he came to the open bar to only find the men there, no sign of any girl.

“Hey, where did the rest of them go?” he asked the first person to his left, vaguely remembering his name to be something by J. “Home, they needed to be somewhere else.” The boy said before Taehyung threw an arm around the boy’s shoulder.

“Jungkook, dance with us, Baek here is going to show us some new moves.” Taehyung didn’t even bother to wait for the other guy’s response as he tugged him on to the dance floor, leaving Yoongi to finally join Jimin and Hobi.

He plucked the glass out of Jimin’s hand and took a sip. “I hope you two don’t plan to get drunk.” He warned. “We’re already drunk.” Jimin grumbled and Yoongi sighed, knowing well the two boys were going to end up in his home to sleep it off.

“Sehun went off to look for his girl. We’ll leave once he gets here or it will look rude.” Hoseok mused, throwing Yoongi a well known look. He knew ‘Sehun’s girl’ was the one Yoongi had been bitching about and she was nothing at all how he described her. Hoseok was going to question him as soon as he found the chance.

Yoongi scoffed to himself. Yeah, she didn’t even have enough courtesy to tell her boyfriend she was leaving?

Well, he wasn’t going to stay here anyways. The bartender, who’d been with their family for as long as Yoongi remembered owning the club was beginning to give him, looks now. He and his friends never stayed that long, Yoongi always felt funny being there since the staff almost always treated him for what he was; their boss. He needed to get home or his mother would descend, asking him why he was hanging out at the club for so long, especially when he wasn’t learning anything for it.

“I’ll find him, you get him prepared to move without throwing up.” He nodded at Jimin before vanishing into the crowds to look for Oh.

As he came to stop at the inner hallways he paused, his steps halting as he frowned to himself. He hadn’t paid particular attention to see what Sehun had been wearing when he had been standing next to Y/N but he was sure it was him.

He could almost taste the wrongness of it in the air and he never tasted anything in the air.

Sehun’s back was pressed against the wall, his arms wrapped around a girl that was definitely not Y/N. she was taller, thinner, her hair longer and curled into a wild mess that hung limply down her back, wearing something red and skimpy; not the black and gold she had been wearing. This girl had her nails running down Oh’s arms and Yoongi almost blanched when he saw her hands going down his pants.

He badly wanted to snap at them to get their nasty bodies out of his goddamn club but the next minute Sehun was pulling away chuckling. “Baby, let’s just go home, we can do this at ours.” He said, and the girl giggled, she fucking giggled, a high annoying sound and followed. Yoongi ducked away, feeling his cheeks redden with anger.

His mind went to her face, naturally, as if it was the most normal thing to be doing, thinking of her. He had said he didn’t deserve her but well…he was the one cheating.

Something chewed at him; some sense of moral that he crushed down. It wasn’t his problem, she wasn’t his responsibility. They didn’t even like each other.

However, Sehun had been rubbing himself against his club walls.

He wondered idly if he could ban Oh Sehun from his club on that ground.

Yoongi groaned loudly, his head pounding, mouth tasting awful and his breath even worse.

He stayed like that, curled and aching in the bed as the swirling in his brain settled and the pain doubled, making him let out another groan and curse his hangover to the ends of the world. He was in his bed, thankfully but barely. His legs were hanging over the sides and the sheets wrapped around him, too hot and even the pillow he’d pulled over his head to block out light smelled bad from where it had absorbed his breath. Thankfully, he hadn’t drooled.

He tossed the pillow to the floor with a disgruntled grunt and kicked the sheets away to see he still had his shoes on. He kicked them off too, almost ripping his socks to get his feet out. He only vaguely remembered the night before. He remembered Hoseok and Jimin dragging him out the house to break through his ‘weird phase’ and get him drunk. They had gone to some other club because of course they couldn’t get him drunk off his ass at Dark Wild. Minutes in they had drinks in their hands and they began their almost two hour long drinking session, which was a complete blur to him.

He remembered raving and rambling to them because it would only make sense that he brought his ‘weird phase’ with him to his drunken phase. No one was fooled though. His weird phase was an angry, morose, heartbroken man who lashed out and snapped at even the tinkle of china against his kitchen counter. Drunken phase jumbled his sentences, slurred words he couldn’t recall.

One thing that he did recall crystal clearly though was the reason: Y/N Y/L/N.

It never moved past her these days, neither did it move back from her. She was a constant, ache somewhere in his torso, the pain moving in his body depending on what position he was.

Right now, it was his entire body.

He looked away from his bed and of course found his two best friends in his bedroom. They hadn’t fared any better but at least they didn’t have the excuse of heartbreak to them. Jimin’s head was on his mattress, his cheeks puffy as he silently slept on while Hoseok had decided to claim the floor to him, passing out with his mouth slightly open as he snored.

Yoongi rubbed his eyes with the base of his palms.

Coffee, he needed coffee to deal with this.

Standing up and letting his body get its bearings back, he stumbled towards his kitchen.

Ugh, metal against china, he thought, his face immediately scowling as he peered suspiciously at the man standing at the counter, his back to Yoongi as he hummed a little tune, Yoongi recognized as his own. Fuck, he thought, this could only mean one thing…

“Hey, little bro!”

Fuck.

“Yoonjin…what time is it?” Yoongi asked, his hand going to his hair as he tried to pat it to match at least some of Yoonjin’s flawless hair but gave up.

“It’s nearly midday.” He still wore a blinding smile on his face and passed a large cup to Yoongi which he gratefully accepted, disregarding his obnoxious older brother.

“Why are you here?” he asked.

“Well, it is my house, Yoongles.” Yoonjin said, smiling when he saw his brother grimace at the nickname. Only Min Yoonjin could call Yoongi that and get away with it.

“Look, I have the worst hangover and I don’t want to deal with this right now.” Yoongi snapped.

“Fine, mom is worried about you.” He said.

“She’s always worried about something.” Yoongi muttered.

“Well, this sounded legitimate. You haven’t been out of your house except to school, you don’t come to your weekly visits to Dark Wild and you haven’t called mom or dad or even me in ages. So, what’s up?” he asked.

“Nothing’s up. I just haven’t been feeling up to it.” Yoongi lied.

“Right…is it drugs?” Yoonjin peered at his little brother.

“What…no! Are you out of your mind? Nothing…and no one has anything to do with this.” He growled.

“Oh…do you need to get laid or something? Or did you get laid and catch something?” Yoonjin made a face but Yoongi had already reddened, wordlessly spluttering at his brother.

“What the hell is wrong with you? No, I do not need sex!” Yoongi grumbled.

Yoonjin tsked, before sighing, a sigh that was almost as similar to Yoongi’s. He moved away from the counter and walked to sit at the coffee table, Yoongi watching him warily.

“Is it a girl?”

Yoongi stopped, before just glaring at his brother, taking a scalding mouthful of his coffee to avoid answering.

Yoonjin’s eyes lit up, “Ah, my little baby brother is in love.”

Yoongi swallowed quickly. “I’m not in love with her, jackass.” He said.

“So it is a girl.” Yoonjin smirked triumphantly and Yoongi slumped.

“You never could keep stuff from me, bro.” Yoonjin patted his knee sympathetically and Yoongi swatted him off. “Yeah, it’s a girl, but I…” he trailed off before squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

“Fuck, I love her.”

“So, what’s got you pining?” His brother asked. “And try not to keep anything from me,” he added.

Yoongi sighed before his still addled mind spilled every drop of his angst ridden love life to his older brother.

Yoonjin stayed silent a long while after Yoongi had finished, watching his brother with pity filled and slightly irritated eyes. “Well, I think it’s safe to say you fucked up big time, brother.” He said.

“Tell me something new.”

“You should’ve told her about her cheating boyfriend the moment you found out about it. That way she wouldn’t feel guilty about loving you in the first place and it would make so many things easier. Also, calling her all those big words you learnt in high school? Dick move, even for you.” Yoonjin stood up.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Yoongi. It sounds like you brought this on yourself…but she said she needed time right? So, maybe there’s still hope. I would suggest trying to be her friend first.” He said. “That way you at least still have an excuse to be in her life. Get to know her better, then see if she still feels the same way.”

“It’s been almost a month and I haven’t seen her around.” Yoongi said desperately.

“Have you even gotten out of the house to look for her?” Yoonjin asked, rolling his eyes, nodding at the following silence. “Don’t waste more time.”

Yoongi nodded, drinking his coffee with new determination.

“Hey, Yoonjin,” he called as his brother picked up his bag to leave.

“Yeah,”

“What are the grounds on which you can ban someone from the club?”

A month had passed for me in almost a blink. It was easier I suppose to pass time when you were trying to make sure you lived every moment of it, making the most of it.

I had picked up writing, short stories mostly; I had dropped a lot of subjects I had been doing just for the sake of it, clearing a lot of my schedule. I made more of a contribution in the classes I was taking, rising progressively. Even Tae seemed happy I was doing more in music production. I visited my family, older friends when I took weekend trips to get away from the city. I spent more time with the girls and even though I could see the underlying concern in their eyes, I was slowly healing. Getting over it however was a different thing. I meant it when I said I wasn’t going to able to stop it anytime soon.

I was technically single, yet I was completely taken by a guy I couldn’t call mine.

So, here I was sitting in a café, stirring my coffee, gaze out the window when I felt the shift in air in front of mine and looked up with a small smile.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hey, it’s been a while.” Sehun said.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

The deal with Sehun had been a bit more complicated to solve. The day after I’d walked out on Yoongi, he’d left a dozen messages, all ranging from threats to come over to slurred apologies before one last one in the morning saying he was sober and he was sorry about his actions and would it be possible to meet him for one last time?

I had agreed and promptly confronted about his cheating.

At first, he’d vehemently asked who my source was but I wasn’t going to rat Yoongi out. After a few minutes, he slumped in his seat and owned up. I’d just smiled sadly, said ‘we’re even then,’ and got up and left.

It had taken a very long time to get to sitting together in a booth and drinking coffee but he’d managed it somehow. I wondered if it was possible for Yoongi and me to ever be this way but shook the thought off quickly.

I doubted Yoongi would be okay with the whole show of Coffee Drinking as Friends.

“How’ve you been?” he asked.

“You know, the same as usual, what about you?” I asked.

“The same; the gig worked out great…Suzan was there.” He said. I nodded, smiling at him over the rim of my cup. Suzan was the girl he’d been with and it turns out; she was hogging, all over him to get a part in the gig which he’d landed her before cutting off all contact when we broke up. I knew what was coming next because he always made a point to remind me at least once a week.

“I miss you, you know.” He said softly.

I looked away sighing, “Sehun…”

He cleared his throat, changing the topic immediately. “So, how’s Yoongi? Is it still ‘complicated’?” he asked.

“Yep,” I nodded a flash of familiar black catching my attention over his head.

I froze, watching as he stared at me, his eyes holding a hint of fight in them, as if he was debating coming over to talk or staying away. Yoongi hadn’t changed his hair; it was still the same midnight black, as deep as his eyes as he gripped his coffee cup too hard. I tried to shoot him a small smile but before I could make my shocked muscles move, he had nodded slightly at me and walked out, the bell tinkling at his abrupt exit.

Sehun turned in his seat at the last minute to catch the end of it and turned back to shoot me a look.

“Yep, complicated it is,” he joked.

I gave him an unimpressed look. He chewed on his lip for a minute just looking at me before reaching out to take my hand. I looked at him quickly.

“I still love you, Y/N. I never stopped, I can’t.” he whispered. “Please, Sehun, don’t ruin this.” I tried to pull my hand away but he held on. “Which is why I am asking you to listen to me one last time,” he said.

I waited, watching him with curious eyes.

“I love you, which is why I can’t watch you let yourself stay unhappy. I know I’m flattering myself to think you’re doing it for me or something,” he smiled a little when I snorted then continued, “But yeah; if Min makes you happy, you should be with him. I don’t think I’m going to get you back…I did cheat on you. I’ll stop being a selfish bastard now and I’ll let you go.” He let go of my hand and smiled sadly at me one last time before standing up.

“I’ll see you around, Y/N.” he said before making his own way out of the café, leaving me to sit there with my now cold coffee, thinking about his words.

Did I want to be with Yoongi? Yes, absolutely, without a doubt, but, did he even feel the same way? He had seen me sitting there and made the choice to leave. What did that leave me with?

I groaned, cursing Min Fucking Yoongi to the pits of hell for the millionth time.

“So,” Ara said, her mouth bulging with peas. “We should go to Dark Wild this week.”

“Oh god yes, I need to go out some, exams killed me this last week.” Doona agreed.

“We could go somewhere that isn’t Dark Wild,” Ara broke it gently at my silent but I just rolled my eyes. “Oh god, you really need to stop tip toeing around it. I am fine. I saw Yoongi and I was fine. I am going to be fine at Dark Wild too.” I said.

“Hold it,” Doona swallowed, “You saw Yoongi?” she leant forward, pointing her fork at me.

I shrugged. “It was nothing. I just saw him; we didn’t talk or interact in any other way.”

“Seeing is interacting too,” Ara argued.

“Will you see him again?” Doona asked.

“Oh look at the time, I need to take Tae shopping.” I said, smiling brightly as Ara and Doona both protested loudly but I was already out the door.

“They can be obnoxious a little,” I muttered, my feet dangling from the counter I was sitting on.

Today’s mission for Shop with Taehyung was not for groceries. Baekhyun was back in town and he had promised a Tae a week of partying and depravity in true Byun fashion. I was in charge of making sure he looked good so of course I’d brought him to the mall where I’d met Yoongi’s mom.

“You’re obnoxious too sometimes; I just figured it runs in girls.” He said from the trying room and I banged against the wall. “Don’t make me hit you.” I warned, hearing him laugh inside.

He moved the curtain to the side and emerged, wearing the black pants, red shirt and black jacket I’d picked for him. His floppy brown hair matched the look perfectly, radiating hot but cute persona that Tae could exude when he wanted to.

“How do I look?”

“Who styled you?” I asked in turn and he made a motion of saluting me as we both grinned.

“Y/N? Y/N, is that you?”

We both looked behind us to see Jimin looking at us with surprise plastered across his beaming face. “Oh god, it is you. Hey, Yoongi, Hobi, look who I found finally,” he called. Taehyung and I both froze as the boy strode their way through the mannequins.

My feet stopped dangling as Taehyung squared off protectively against the pierce of Yoongi’s stare but I placed a hand on his shoulder. He cast a look at Yoongi before he turned, putting his hands on my waist to lift me up from the display counter and putting me back down.

“Hey, Jimin, it’s been a while.” I grinned, walking forwards to hug him and Hobi. I backed up slightly as Yoongi took a step forward, eye still trained on me. “Hey, Yoongi,” Taehyung said but Yoongi barely nodded, not taking his eyes off me. I turned to look at him too, giving him the small smile I had left over from the café. His head tilted as he examined the smile before nodding at me as well.

“Well, how have you been?” Jimin asked.

“I’ve been a bit busy actually. Jimin, I’m so sorry to ignore you like that. Tell you what, I’ll make it up to you with a pizza. Why don’t you…guys, show up one day and we’ll do a pizza party?” I asked, watching him cutely nod as Tae stepped up to my shoulder.

“Yeah, we’ll see you around then. Y/N, I’ll take this.” He said.

I knew he was just trying to be protective so I nodded along with him, shooting another bright smile at Jimin and Hoseok. “Don’t forget, just call me and we’ll set it up.” I said again before following Taehyung but unable to help looking at Yoongi again. He was biting his cheek, looking at his shoes as I passed him but the next moment he was moving along side me.

“Can we talk, please?” he asked quietly. I paused, looking at Tae to see him already vanishing towards the cash counter. “Fine,” I muttered.

“How…how have you been?” he asked, quietly, his hands moving nervously at his side. “I’m…fine, Yoongi, what about you?” I asked.

“I…I’m getting there I guess. Look, I just…I don’t know how you feel anymore but I…I still want you in my life.” He said.

My mouth parted as all the words in my mouth died down.  I Could’ve told him I still loved and wanted to be with him but I didn’t, simply waiting to see if he was going to say anything else.

“So, how about it?” he pushed.

“You want…to be friends with me?” I asked.

“Yes!” his eyes quickly roved to check if someone was looking before dipping his volume. “Yes, I was like to be friends. I mean, we were friends, weren’t we? I didn’t mind it. If I get to keep you in my life, I’ll take it.” he said.

“Yoongi…can you just be friends…at least for now?” I asked.

“I’ll do…at least for now.” He said, tacking it on at the end as well.

“Y/N!” I heard Tae call loudly.

“Coming!” I called back as Yoongi and I smiled at each other.

Yoongi kept his word.

In a short span of a week, Min Yoongi and I were officially friends again albeit a few stolen looks from both our parts but which could be easily written off as coincidence or inside jokes.

We met up strictly in company. Jimin or Hoseok or Taehyung or the girls and Jungkook almost always were present and even though Jungkook and Taehyung and even Baekhyun as it turned out had tried to act tough in front of Yoongi, he didn’t seem to mind. Guess he was serious about wanting to keep me in his life.

He joked more often, smiled more often and sent lame texts that stopped whenever they took a dive away from anything other than ‘just friends’.

There were a few aberrant circumstances though.

The pizza party that had been set and after it was done and we were cleaning up; I had been filling up the dishwasher when he’d walked up behind me. I’d run back into him and his hands had gone to my waist to steady me but they stayed there, long after I was standing stock still.

Neither of us moved, waiting for the other to make the first move. I could feel his breath at the nape of my neck and shivered lightly as something brushed across it, so soft and barely there but I imagined it to be his lips. I turned to look at him and his hands moved away immediately, as he gave me a torn look before ducking out of my kitchen, leaving for his home.

We didn’t see each other for that.

“Come on, Yerin, pick up!” I growled into my phone before finally, finally, she picked up.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry! I can’t make it!” she hissed in her phone.

“What?” I practically yelled.

“Jungkook showed up…and…oh god…I’m so sorry!” she said. I could distinctly hear her boyfriend in the back and mentally puked. “Seriously, Yerin, ugh,” I hung up before I heard something traumatizing.

“She stood you up?” I whirled about to see Yoongi standing there, decked completely in black, in contrast to my grey and white, holding two cups of coffee in his hands as he walked towards me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I was just on my way over to see you and…I wanted to…apologize for the last time I saw you. It was my fault. Why are you standing in the cold, anyway?” he asked.

“Yerin was supposed to pick me up today so we could go to her parent’s for the weekend. My parents are going on some yachting thing and Ara and Doona already left but now I guess Yerin is going to spend the weekend with Jungkook.” I sighed.

“You’re freezing, Y/N, here hold this.” Yoongi handed me the coffees before reaching around his neck to undo his scarf. “Oh no, Yoongi, don’t,” I said immediately but he shook his head at me, wrapping the thick black wool around my throat, knotting it firmly. He paused for a second before raising his hand to his head and pulling off the black beanie from his head and securing it on mine, tucking in my hair carefully.

I stared at him quietly, watching him pat his own hair back into place. His scarf and beanie smelled like warm cinnamon and his cologne and I took a deep breath, settling in his scent as he glanced at me, plucking his own coffee from my hand. “There, you won’t be cold now.” He said.

“Thank you.” I said and he shrugged before turning to me.

“You know, if you’re not going to yours for the weekend, you can spend it with me. Jimin and Hoseok both went home too.” He said.

I paused, looking at him and he quickly reiterated his statement. “As friends, of course, we could watch…dramas.” He shrugged again.

I looked down at my boots, weighing my options. Friends spent the weekend’s together right? They watched dramas. They could do that. Yoongi and I were friends. We could do that.

“Ok,” I smiled at him. He looked stunned for a split second before a gum revealing bright smile spread across his face too.

I was an idiot.

I was a bloody, stupid, idiot, I thought vehemently as I stood in front of his door. We were friends; I was here to just watch drama TV with him. Why the hell did I think it was acceptable to show up in a dress?

To be honest it was a normal day dress but it was still a dress, one that showed off the face that I had legs. What was wrong with me?

“Hey,” Yoongi said as he opened the door, his eyes slightly widening when he saw the dress but he didn’t say anything else as he moved aside to let me enter. “You look good. Are you…going to go somewhere later…um, with Sehun?” he asked.

I frowned, turning to him as I took off my coat. “What, no,” I said.

“Oh,” he closed the door, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just saw you talking to him that day and…”

“We were just saying goodbye, Yoongi.” I amended, watching his shoulders ease up slightly as he turned to me with a light smile. “Oh, good, I mean, okay, I just…make yourself comfortable.” He vaguely motioned towards the house and I laughed, walking to him to squish his cheeks.

“You’re too cute sometimes, Min.” I said.

His hands came up grab my wrist immediately but the grip was light, his thumbs pressing against my pulse as he held them away from his face, raising his eyebrows at me. “I’m cute?” he scowled. I chuckled again. “So cute,” I repeated and he pulled me roughly against his chest, making my breath stutter as he gazed at me. “Am I still cute, sweetheart?” he asked.

I stared at him in mild alarm. Sweetheart, he called me sweetheart again. I wanted to melt into the nickname but something caught my attention over his shoulder. It had probably always been there but I had never registered it.

“Is that a grand piano?” I screeched.

He let go of my wrists in surprise as he turned to watch me practically sprint towards it.

The thing was beautiful. Painted a rich chocolate brown, etched around the legs the top was closed, the stool, the seat of it cracking with use made it look old but timeless.

“It was one of my first gifts from my grandfather.” He said quietly. He raised his eyes to me, laughing lightly at the pure ecstasy on it. “You like it?” he asked.

“I love it. I always wanted one but we never got around to it. Tae has a small upright but I don’t know, nothing beats how awesome a grand one looks.” I said.

“It’s my first love.”

Something in the way he said it, made me look up at him to find him staring at me, hands behind his back, his eyes burning. I looked down again, brushing my fingers across the well loved, well worn wood before looking at him again. “So, which drama do you want to watch first?” I asked lightly.

We watched marathons of shows. We watched Friends, The Big Bang Theory and Sherlock. I even got him hooked on Pretty Little Liars. “So wait, she was the sister all along?” He asked, sitting on the edge of the sofa as he stared at the flat screen, delicate lips twisted in frustration.

“Yep.” I nodded.

“The fiancé we saw at first helped her?”

“Yep, I knew you could get it!” I patted his back and he grimaced at me. “It was ok,” he shrugged.

“How dare you? You practically pushed the next button and broke it!” I protested.

“Yeah, yeah, jabber- jabber- jabber,” he rolled his eyes before looking at me. “How about we stop it for a while? You want to play the piano?” he asked.

I glanced at the piano longingly and he grinned, standing up and holding his hand out to me.

“Come on sweetheart, I’ll teach you the song you caught me playing.” He said. His expression fluttered slightly as my mouth dropped at the reminder but he held up the smile as I slid in my hand in his larger one. He tugged me gently over to the small round platform and made me sit in the centre of the stool.

“Put your foot on the pedal,” he instructed and placed his hands on the keys. I followed and he motioned for me to put my hand under his. I hesitated for a second but I could feel his stare on the back of my head as his arms stayed on either side of me.

I slipped my hands under his, the back of my hand resting against his warm palms as his veins, wrapping around his arms caught my attention but I quickly returned my attention to the keys.

“Ready?” he asked, his warm breath washing against my ear, making goose bumps raise. I nodded silently and he began pressing on the keys, the same music from our song tinkling out, only a little more halting.

His hands moved mine with no sign of doubt as if he didn’t feel anything at touching me. The only sign that he was exerting any form of energy was his breath which sounded too loud and felt too hot against my skin. I felt him place his chin on my shoulder and I resisted the urge to lean into him.

I was doing almost nothing as my fingers stayed glued to his, while his flooded against the ivory, the tones, surer under his expert pressure. I stared as his hands, with those goddamn protruding veins kept moving, each movement flawless and effortless.

“What’s wrong?” he asked suddenly, his voice slightly hoarse. I jumped, focusing on the keys again to see my hands had long stopped on the keys while only his were moving. “I – I’m sorry, I just…” I stammered but he’d already pulled back a safe distance away.

“Was it too much? I’m sorry, I mean it. I can be only friends.”

“Touch me,” I cut him off.

“…what did you say?” he asked.

“I said touch me, Yoongi.” I said, turning on the seat to look at him.

He stared at me, eyes and mouth both wide as he studied my face, checking if I meant it and not. His eyes darkened when I reached out and gripped his black hoodie in my hand, trying to pull him closer to me.

He chuckled, his voice dangerously low as he swatted off my hand and his own arm shot out, going around me and his fist grabbing hold of my hair, pulling it back roughly, exposing my neck to him.

I gasped, the suddenness of the move shocking the pain at bay. “That’s not how it’s going to sell now, sweetheart. You’re going to have to work for it,” he growled, his mouth letting hot breath was over the sensitive skin of my neck but not touching.

“You want me?” he asked.

I nodded as best as I could through his grip on my hair.

“Then say it,” he grazed his teeth against my pulse point, making me let out a whimper. “Say it.” He commanded.

“I want you. I want you so badly. I want only you,” I whispered, and the tightness of his hand lessened only slightly as he latched on to my neck, sucking harshly. His hands moved down to my waist and he hiked me up on his hips, walking us back to the sofa, the same sofa where we’d started the first time.

He sat down with me in his lap, before maneuvering my head so he could catch my lips with his, not even letting me take a breath before he was plunging his tongue in my mouth, twisting in every crevice. He let me pull away to take in a gasping breath but his lips continued to mark my neck and the amount of skin the dress revealed.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he whispered against my skin, hands digging into my hips. “How long I’ve wanted to mark you as mine? To show that cheating bastard who you really belong to?” he said.

“Forget Sehun, he’s not in the picture anymore.” I said, putting both hands on his neck and pulling him for a kiss again, open mouthed and messy as I began to slide off his lap.

“Where are you going?” he asked, trying to pull me back but I slipped between his legs, kneeling on floor as I undid the zipper on his pale jeans.

“Fuck,” he hissed as he raised his hips to let me slide the jeans and his underwear down enough to release him.

I stared for a full minute.

The first time we’d made love, I hadn’t been able to actually see Yoongi’s cock but I could feel he was well endowed. He was bigger and pulsing in my hand, his impressive girth already flushed a deep red, the tip angry. I slowly let my hand slide up and down his length, wrist twisting at the base while my thumb brushed across his slit, collecting the semi translucent liquid on my fingers and using it to make the slide easier.

“Y/N, do something, shit!” he groaned and I looked at him amused to see his eyes blown with desperation, lower lip pulled between his teeth.

Slowly, I leant forwards and licked a stripe from his base to just the edge of his tip. I planted tiny kisses across the head and he grabbed a fistful of my hair again. “Don’t make me do it myself.” He warned.

Fuck that sounded hot. I gave him a pointed look as I let him just barely rest on my tongue. He chuckled darkly. “You asked for it, sweetheart.” He used my hair to push my head down firmly on his length, almost making me gag before he eased up, pulling me back up to take in a long breath. “Ok?” he asked before letting me slide my mouth down on him again as he kept a gently hand on my cheek to monitor how much I could take.

I pressed down my fingers on his jean clad thighs and dug in my nails as he hissed my name, bucking slowly into my mouth before pulling me completely up again. He used the hand he had on my cheek to rub my mouth clear of the strands of saliva and precum.

“I’d let you finish, beautiful but if you kept your mouth on me any longer I wouldn’t be able to fuck you properly.” He stood up, his cock still hard and an angry red as he tucked himself gently inside and tugged me to my feet.

Walking up to the bedroom, he shut the door and stopped to stare at me. “Why don’t you strip for me?” he asked.

With shaking hands I reached back for the zipper and tugged it down as far as it would go before wriggling out of the rest of it, my fingers moving to the under slip of the dress, pushing the straps down as his eyes followed every single motion minutely, tongue darting out to lick his lips when the slip fell away too, the fabrics pooling around my ankles.

“Stop,” he snapped and I dropped my arms as he walked quickly to me. “White?” he asked, his hand cupping the under bust of my bra.

I nodded and he smirked. “It’s my favorite color.” He pushed on my shoulder so I could sit on the bed and he pulled off his shirt, all the while the smirk on his face.

“One day,” he spoke, pulling on my legs so my back laid flat across the bed. “I will fuck you while you’re wearing this,” his hand possessively squeezed the top of my thighs as he slipped the drenched white lace off of me and let it fall on the floor near where he knelt in between my open legs. “Right now, I want every bare inch of you.” He asserted before running his thumb over my slit, marveling at the wetness.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he said his face lowering as his lips sucked lightly on my lower lips, licking up any wetness stuck on them. He let out a deep groan as his tongue darted out to lap at my clit, kitten licks that were perfectly timed but still teasing. I groaned, my hands travelling down my chest to entangle in his hair. I propped myself up on one elbow to see him glance at me and smile wickedly before a long, slender finger slid it. I dropped back as he curled it perfectly, rubbing at the spot he’d memorized from last time.

“Yoongi…” I grated out in an embarrassingly high pitched squeal and he hummed against me, the vibrations against my clit making me arch my back.

“Will you come on my tongue, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice muffled and I nodded desperately, my eyes still closed tightly as my body tried to twist away.

“Use your words,” he growled.

“Yes, fuck, yes, I want to come!” I gasped out and suddenly he was stretching me out with two more fingers and his tongue pressed down on my clit with astonishing pressure before sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth, grazing it with his blunt teeth.

I chanted his name as waves of orgasm hit me like sea waves, making me sometimes float and sometimes drown as his tongue lapped it all up.

I flopped down on his mattress, gasping for oxygen as he stood and leant over me, grinning. His chin and cheeks were soaked and he slid his hands under by back to unsnap the bra clasp, sliding it out of my arms and using it to wipe his mouth before tossing it over his shoulder, his mouth descending on my stomach, kissing and nipping.

“Yoongi, please, I need…I need you, I need more.” I said.

“I know,” I said.

“Please,” I hissed.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he mumbled as he cupped my breasts, licking at the erect buds and running his nails lightly against their sides.

I felt his hands move to pull the rest of his clothes off and I felt his rock hard member brush against the inside of my thigh. It felt so hard; it must’ve been hurting him. “Yoongi please, let me make you feel good.” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck as he pulled up to kiss my lips. I kept him there, licking into my mouth but he moved away.

“Hand and knees,” he said, grabbing at his cocks, pumping himself as I settled in the positing he ordered.

He moved behind me, holding my hips and backing me up against him as he ran the head of his cock against my slickness, coating it. he slipped in slowly, a throaty groan releasing from him throat as I whined in need, feeling his hand running up my back, massaging and digging in various spot as he began to set a shallow, quick pace.

My walls wrapped around him snugly, each shove and drag of his member inside me lighting a new spot on red hot fire. He grunted with each thrust as he leaned completely over me, going faster and deeper.

“Yoongi,” I moaned and he scratched at my scalp, his labored breath against my ear as his sweaty chest pressed against my back.

“What do you want? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. Anything you want,” he said, his voice deeper than I’d heard it and husky. “I want to – ah! – see you. I’m so close; I want to see you when I come.” I whimpered.

He slowed for a few seconds before pulling out completely and flipping me on my back. He settled back between my legs and pulled one of my legs to settle on his shoulder as he entered me again with one sharp thrust. My back arched as he began to hit the spot to make me stars and he wrapped an arm around the leg on his shoulder, rubbing soothing circle on the skin as he pumped himself into me.

“Are you going to come?” he asked his eyes on my writhing, sweaty body on his bed. He reached out and gripped my cheek, turning my face to look at him. “Eyes on me, ok? I want to see you come.” He panted, his voice cracking at the end. I could feel his cock throbbing and twitching inside me and I reached for his free hand, our fingers tangling as I pulled him lower to lean over me like the first time.

“Come with me,” I whimpered and his eyes almost rolled back as his jaw clenched and he nodded. Moving the leg up higher on his shoulder, he wrapped the other leg around his hip and his hips bucked wildly into mine, the sounds of skin slapping and our grunts, moans and pants echoing around the room, mingled with the scent of sex in the air.

“I’m coming, fuck, I’m going to come so deep inside of you…fuck, fuck…keep looking at me.” he ordered as veins stood out in his neck in his effort to control his orgasm enough to watch mine. My answer was a keening wail as my own peak hit me, toppling me into pure ecstasy as our muscles locked together before releasing. “I love you, Y/N. God, I love you.” He groaned.

We stayed like that as he helped us ride our highs out before he dropped down on me, heartbeat clear as day in my ear.

“Yoongi,” I mumbled, trying to raise my arms but he put more of his weight on me. “Don’t move for a second. Wait,” he said.

After a few moments he heaved his tired body off mine and rolled over to stare at the ceiling. “That was…something.” He said, turning to look at me as I winced, turning on my side. “Something…wow, I feel so amazing.” I said sarcastically but he didn’t smile.

“What is it?” I asked, brushing my fingers across his cheek. He held the hand against his warm skin.

“I’m just wondering if you’re going to get up and leave again.” He said.

I stared at him for a second before sighing and moving my tired body away from him. He watched me with his eyes tight and his jaw clenched.

“I didn’t say I loved you to hear it back, I just wanted you to know, when you leave.” He said quietly.

“I know,” I said, rubbing my calf to work out the kinks in them.

“So…you are leaving?” he asked slowly.

“Nope,”

There was a pause and he sat up. “You’re not leaving?” he asked.

“Why would I leave when I feel exactly the same?” I pulled myself up on my knees and walked towards him as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“You love me?” he asked, looking up like a small child. I smiled, kissing his nose. “Yes, you silly cute boy.” I laughed. He smiled, his eyes fluttering close before he buried his head in my neck.

“Fuck I love you. I love you so fucking much, it was beginning to hurt.” He mumbled.

We stayed like that for a while as he rocked us gently until I spoke up. “Yoongi?” I asked.

“Hmm?”

“Can we clean up now?”

Our bodied shook as he chuckled. “Yep, let’s take a shower.” He got off the bed and walked to the en suite bathroom while I curled up under the conforter. I could hear him starting the water and smiled.

Everything was finally in its place. Maybe Life needed it’s own bout of Aberrations to give you utter happiness.

[one-thousand-and-one-magi]

Hold the mcfreakin phone- I just tried to search for "love at first sight" stuff and you don't have any?? This is a crime against imagine blogs if no one has asked you for any. So some of that good stuff w/ Sinbad, Judar, Kouen, Muu, and Lolo?

@buffanon

Sorry that it took to me so long to finish your request, love! And you are right, it does seems strange that I haven´t had any requests about love at first sight. So, thank you for helping me to make up for the crime that I commited against imagine blogs! But remember: only three characters per scenario.

Sinbad

Laughter mixed with music as the lights enlightened the lively streets of Sindria. Citizens were dancing, praying for the good future of their beloved home. Sinbads eyes twinkled as pride filled his chest at the sight before him. How can someone be so lucky? To have fullfilled his own dream, with loyal friends by his side? He couldn´t think of something better. “Oi! Sinbad! Have some kids already, will ya! Kids are great! And think about the mischief that our kids would do! Right, Kikiriku?” The tall imuchakk hollered as he grabbed ahold of his son´s shoulder. “Yeah that would be awesome!” Sinbad laughed, yet again, at his friends attempt to get him married. Why should he bound himself? His eyes darted towards the new dancers group that were now coming up on stage, while he lifted his cup full of wine to his smiling lips. “ My friend, how many times do I have to tell you,” exotic music begann to play as he averted his eyes to meet the blue ones of his grinning friend,” that there is no need for me to have kids. All of Sindria´s citizens are my children after all, remember? Besides,” his eyes travelled back to the dancers, as the act neared it´s climax,” I´m sure that there is no one that-” he couldn´t finish his sentences, as his eyes locked on the figure of the performing dancer. There movements mirrored leaves dancing in the wind, where as their eyes hide the passion of a warrior. Sinbad couldn´t blink and was way to drowned in their presence, to even think about gulping the wine in his mouth down. Big mistake. The king begann to cough up violently, as he tried to get the fluid out of his lungs. The generals were shocked, seeing that Sin is one to breath in alcohol without any harm. They didn´t thought that he would do it literally. All beside Hinahoho, who was by now laughing hard, knowing the state that his old fried was now, all to well.

“You now, my king? I´m pretty sure that those dancers are a group from another island. So, they are not your children, hence, no incest when you get married! Isn´t that wonderful !”

The sounds of Sinbads coughing and Hinahoho´s laughter was by far the loudest sounds now.

Judar

“I don´t care for other magicians! They are all weak. Bring me Aladdin and I might be interested to use my magoi.” The fallen magi strolled away from the royal family, clearly bored and desinterested by their idea of getting magicians as soldiers. Why the hell should he care or supervise a bunch of boring weaklings? Isn´t there a school were those kids can go to? He flew away to get away from the familiar boredom. Maybe Hakuryuu has time to entertain him? Or maybe- “Yes this way. Please line up and wait till your opponent is chosen. I´ll be coming with you and explain the remaining rules.”

Well~~~~ Maybe there is a way to get entertained. Judars ruby eyes followed the figures and decided to follow them. For now. Some accidents or misused spells could be fun to watch. Damn, he can already feel the fangs of boredom fade away. The contestants stand in a line, listening to the instruction of the fat man and started to fight using some simple spells. Boring. And so, to spice things up and to get this poor excuse of a waste of time behind him, did the mighty and generous Judar stepped in. “I´m your opponent now.” The other magicians froze as they stand near the magi. No one dared to move a muscle, giving Judar no choice but to work some of his magic on them. Screams and shocked exclamations were made and fell on deaf ears, as the now laughing man fired ice shreds in every direction. Feeling the joy fade away with such an insignificant will to fight, lead Judar to use some build up magoi to get the cowering mess out of his sight. Rukhs gathered around his wand as he prepared for the final attack, however, the behaviour of the Rukhs made him raise an eyebrow. Some of the annoying white ones fluttered around him to get together in front of a heavily breathing magic user. Where they standing there the whole time? The person let their borg down, allowing Judar to meet the firece gaze of the seemingly tired stranger. “How…How dare you to attack your own people!” What now? 

“We all are given the gift of using the rukhs, which basically runs the world and you? You of all people that is not only given the ability, but also chosen by the life force itself, abuse that power to attack us?!” More Rukhs gathered around them, and Judar couldn´t help but to wonder why. How do they lure the Rukhs in? He is a magi and therefore loved by them, yet, they seemed to glow with the impressive amount of Rukhs around them. How…. He feels tempted to find out their strength, but can´t seem to understand the urge not to harm them….”You passed. Congrats.” Their eyes widened, while Judar observed the ever so fluttering Rukhs around the two. Maybe the Rukhs are sick? He stared up to the ones above his head, catched a black in his hand and closed it tightly.

”Now you belong to the empire.” They closed their eyes, trying to mobilize some of the lost energy to breath evenly, while the still confused magi losened his fingers to peek at the glowing Rukh in his palm.

“Didn´t know that they came in pink.”

Kouen

“The tribe that lives on the north side of the Kou Empire waits for your arrival brother.” Kouen´s eyes didn´t leave the lines that they were trained on, as Koumei informed him about the new guests. Sighing, the prince stood up, accompanying his brother to meet the new allies of his kingdom. “They seem to be strangely calm in there. Considering that their resistence had lasted for nearly two decades, makes their composed and giving behaviour suspicious. Somethings up.” Kouen nodded, coming up with that conclusion after Koumeis call for him. Let´s see why they changed their minds. The entrance layer of the enormous tent was lifted, allowing the brothers to enter it and greet their guests. Three warriors, clothed in furs and equipped with shining axes stand protectively in front of someone.“That´s close enough.”, said a…woman? Oh, so that were three gigantic tall women in armor. No wonder, that that tribe lasted over two decades with soldiers like that…”We are here to discuss the contract about the submission of your tribe in the Kou Empire. I´ll much rather talk with your leader.” No one moved an inch. Only after some moments did laughter echoed behind the wall of three. “Well,” they stepped aside, revealing an old man sitting on the chair,” I agree that talking face to face is a good way to do things.” Kouen nodded and a soldier saw that as a sign to bring another chair for Kouen to sit on, while facing the old man. Koumei stood beside him, feeling tense as he observed the confused faces of their guests. Whisper erupted and after seemingly coming to an agreement, did the old man lean forward to come near Kouen. “I think that I wasn´t clear enough: Talking face to face is the right way to go.” Now it was Kouens turn to raise an eyebrow at that. “ And I sat myself in front of you, trying to comply.” The old man´s mouth shaped an ´o´ which means that he finally got it. However, it wasn´t the same thing that the prince thought it was about. Laughter erupted once again, this time with the giant women joining in.

“ It wasn´t my intention to fool you, prince.” Another figure stepped out of the shadows, holding an apple in one of their hands. How long where they here? “And who might you be?” Koumei asked ever so smoothly, remembering Kouen to breath again. That was a question that he wanted immediately answered, for his heart never beated that fast.”Well, I´m the one that the prince should talk to in- what was it again? Oh yeah. Face to face.” Koumei peeked to see Kouens reaction and seeing his slightly bewildered state, made him listen to them. “I am the leader of the tribe. You took your oh so precious time and let us wait, soo I decided to look at he food that was over there.” Kouen´s gaze shifted towards the old man. “Oh, that is Ro, was it? We met him on our way here. He was exhausted and cold, so we took him with us and offered him a seat. He felt out-of-place so my wonderful sisters guarded him, sheltering him against the cold that still seemed to come through the layers of this simple tent.” Koumei was shocked to say the least,whereas Kouen was captured by the stranger. He tried not to be fooled with their appearance, but their keenness and open-minded personality, that allowed them to show kindness to someone who wasn´t a part of their own tribe made the gears in his mind go haywire.

[aes-k]

Play Date

Characters mentioned: Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin

Summary: Three young boys meet at the park in hopes to relieve some stress.

Genre: Smut, so much smut

Words: 3.16K 

“Are you sure this is the right one?” Jungkook asked Taehyung, who shifted the car into park rather harshly.  Looking around with his doe eyes as he looked up from his lap, a weird feeling settling in his stomach as he watched the moonlight dance upon the playground in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees with a lake in the background.  It was about half a mile from a campsite which was closed and the playground looked as if it was never monitored, no security cameras to be seen, which made it perfect for what he and Jimin had planned for the night.  They didn’t dare say a word to Jungkook, who was too unsure of the idea in the first place, they knew better than to think he would be down for what they were really there for on that warm Friday night.

“Hyung!  Jiminie just texted me saying we should go to the old playground this Friday since we’ve all been stressed from school.  What do you think?” the raven haired boy asked, wiggling his crossed feet that rested on the coffee table across from the living room couch.  

“Yeah, from school.” Taehyung thought to himself, rolling his eyes while back turned to Jungkook, knowing he would have to tease Jimin about his bullshit reason to go to the park that he had passed onto the youngest.  He would have done a better job, but Jungkook was so gullible, anything was bound to work, really.

Taehyung sighed as he opened the fridge to the same boring thing that didn’t sound appeasing at all, even though the same box of pizza rolls sat on the shelf as he stuffed his face with three days ago.  

“I think we should go,” he finally answered, stretching out his back as he closed the door and leaned against the counter of the kitchen with his arms crossed.

“I’ll drive us, and make sure your parents don’t have any plans for you that night in case any of us wants to go anywhere else.  We don’t want you to get the same punishment as last time,” he joked, remembering Jungkook’s embarrassment of wearing a sign around his neck written by his mother saying ‘Ask me why I’m a bad boy’.  His hyungs won’t forget it for years.

“Yes, I’m sure we’re at the right place.  Jimin should be here any minute.  He told me his car wasn’t running well so he borrowed Yoongi hyung’s van for the night,” he replied, pulling his phone out of the console under the radio, turning down the brightness of the screen that illuminated the car like a spotlight.

“You mean the one that smells weird and has the half-assed ‘bed’ in the back?” Jungkook questioned, air quoting the word bed as he imagined the run down vehicle.  He still couldn’t believe he even owned such a thing.  He knew he used to live in a van, but due to how successful of a rapper Yoongi was becoming, everyone thought he would toss the thing aside to some junk yard, but it still remained like nothing had ever changed.

It was a rusty-brown color, with two front seats, the big sliding passenger door opened up to Yoongi’s version of a room on the road, the floor of the vehicle covered in two comforters and two pillows, a bag of clothes, and sometimes a case of bottles of water that were still room temperature.  It really was odd to all the other members, but they’ve all had to use it at one point, which seemed to come in handy.

About ten minutes later, Jimin pulled up in the familiar vehicle, locking it behind him as he exited wearing a black sleeveless shirt and a black beanie, accompanied by black skinny jeans that were ripped near his muscular thighs and knees, and black and white shoes.  Jungkook internally cursed himself as he glanced at his own attire, a pair of bright red joggers and a black and white loose shirt with some timberlands, Taehyung jeans and a blue button up with sandals.  If Jungkook didn’t know any better, he’d think they were going to some public appearance.

“You look dark and mysterious,” Taehyung commented as the two exited his car and locked it.  

“You two look like polar opposites,” Jimin laughed, hopping over the brown, knee high log fence that surrounded the park, skipping to the swings instantly.

“We don’t look that bad, Park Jimin!”  Taehyung laughed, running after him with his arms spread, enjoying the splitting air of the summer night.  Jungkook trailed not too far behind, pocketing his phone after he shut it off and approached the monkey bars first.  He remembered not being able to get very far on them as a kid, but was able to go back and forth with a breeze now that he had developed some muscle, almost as much as Jimin.

Jimin glanced over to Jungkook as the wind hit his face from swinging back and forth, admiring the slight peek of his tummy due to the lift of his shirt, the way his sleeves tightened from the flexing of his biceps, and the concentrated look on his face, slightly biting his lip in a way that always secretly drove Jimin crazy.  He may be young, but he definitely knew what he was doing when it came to sex appeal, whether he even tried or not.

“Show off!” Taehyung screamed, swinging even higher than Jimin, almost slipping out of the seat as he reached his peak.  He held on tight and decided to slow down, dragging his feet in the dirt beneath him and jumping off as he got low enough, running to Jungkook and hugging him from behind while he was still hanging.

“Yah!  I’m trying to see how many times I can do this without stopping, get off!” he whined, wiggling his body to try to free from Taehyung’s grip that was tightening.

“Jimin, hyung, help me!”  Jungkook called out as he heard another set of foot steps heading in his direction, to see the older stand in front of him with a careless expression on his face, poking Jungkook’s exposed belly as he continued to hang, unfazed by the touching in his most ticklish part of his tanned body.

“You know, Kookie,” Taehyung mumbled in a voice lower than usual, “your ass has really taken shape over the years,” he trailed off, moving his hands from Jungkook’s waist down to his hips, gripping harder as his thumbs kneaded the outter of his cheeks.

Jungkook’s breath hitched as he felt the sudden sexual content, unsure of how to respond to the older’s comment, but couldn’t get his words out when he felt sucking at his stomach, where he looked down to see Jimin with his arms wrapped around his waist, mouth attached to his stomach like a leech.

“J-Jimin,” Jungkook yelped, feeling his arms grow weak and the blood rush to his face as he watched the sight that made his very dick twitch.  “It tickles.”

Jimin smirked between kisses, eyes turning dark with lust as he moved his body closer to the younger’s, “Would you like me to go lower?”

“I–”

He was cut off by the loud sound of Taehyung’s hand meeting his right cheek, massaging away the pain immediately after, hearing the sound of Taehyung licking his lips between heavy breaths.  Jungkook couldn’t deny he liked the sudden sexual attention he was receiving from his hyungs, but couldn’t deny he was in an uncomfortable position, either.

“C-Can I get down, please?” be mumbled, feeling his body begin to shake with both excitement and tiredness.

“Here,” Taehyung replied, gripping Jungkook around his waist as Jimin backed off and Jungkook released his from the monkey bars, when he was carried by Taehyung to an open top slide and laid down on his back as his eyes met with a hovering Taehyung who had the same lustful look in his eyes.

Fuck.

“Say, Kookie, how about we have a bit of fun?” Taehyung leant down, whispering into the shell of his ear, immediately nibbling on it, grinding his teeth with just the perfect amount of pressure, licking a trail throughout his ear, feeling goosebumps form on the raven’s skin.  “I’ll take that as a yes,” he growled, moving his lips underneath his ear and to his upper neck.

His eyes shut tight as he melted under Taehyung’s mouth, feeling embarrassed as he was already so submissive before he felt anything remotely close to what he thought was going to happen.  

“Jungkookie,” Jimin teased, standing between his legs, using his hips to widen them and rest on the higher sides of the slide for better access, obtaining a full view of the tent growing in Jungkook’s sweatpants, which both the older boys were thankful for his choice in pants for the night.  “Are you hard, right now, Kookie baby?”  Silence responded as Jungkook choked on his words, breathing heavily as Taehyung began to suck hard on his neck, which he knew would definitely leave dark purple marks in the morning, or even before the end of the night.  “Do you want to get fucked that bad, already?  I haven’t even touched you and you’ve already become putty on that dirty slide.”

“Jimin, hyung,” Jungkook moaned as he felt Jimin’s rough grip on the inner of his left thigh, massaging in a way that sent all the feeling straight to his painfully hard erection.

“What do you want, baby?” he teased, palming his own dick through his black pants, which made Jungkook squirm even more.  Dying to be touched and relieved of the feeling growing in the pit of his stomach.

“T-Touch me,” he begged, moaning silently as Taehyung slid a hand up his shirt to play with the lines of his abs, slowly sneaking them up to his nipples, drawing out another moan, only a bit louder this time.

“You’re going to have to be more specific,” Jimin replied, snaking his hand into his own pants, pumping his dick slowly, almost purposefully slow to tease Jungkook even further.

“I want you to wrap your hand around my dick so I can fuck into your hand.  I want to come all over your pretty hands so you can do the same for me,” Jungkook moaned as Taehyung lifted the shirt over Jungkook’s head, attaching his mouth to his now hardened brown buds.

Jimin chuckled as his hands moved to the waistband of Jungkook’s sweatpants, pulling them down painfully slow, finally giving Jungkook some air to his growing heated area.  “I’m going to fuck more than just your hand, baby boy,” he growled, palming Jungkook through the material of his boxers, rubbing circles over his balls as Jungkook’s back slightly arched, creating a small squeak from the sweaty friction on the slide.

“Hyung,” Jungkook moaned again, grabbing at Jimin’s wrist to move his hand towards the hem of his boxers, succumbing to the weakness that lust brought him.

“So needy,” Jimin mumbled, tugging off Jungkook’s dark purple boxers and tossing them on top of his discarded sweatpants, Jungkook sighing as his dick sprung free, slapping his stomach as Taehyung removed himself from the younger, unbuttoning his own pants to expose his erection, pumping it before inching closer to Jungkook, again.

“Bring that pretty little mouth over here,” he commanded, tapping the head against Jungkook’s left cheek before Jungkook licked the tip, taking in the head once it was slightly wet, using his left hand to pump the base as his mouth took in the rest of his length, already being hard to take in fully before he even tried to go deeper or Taehyung began to move.

At the same time Jimin’s hand wrapped around Jungkook’s throbbing shaft, spitting on it to create some lubrication, rubbing his thumb over his slit as he spread precum over the head of his dick, which he noticed caused it to twitch.

“Look at how much of a slut you are, filling your mouth with Taehyung’s dick while you beg me to get you off, how pathetic,” he grunted, using his free hand to pump his own dick, again, not being able to resist the sight in front of him as Taehyung removed his own shirt, adding it to the growing pile of clothes on the ground.

“You like it when I fuck your mouth like this?  You want me to cum down your throat like the bad boy you are?” Taehyung grunted, thrusting his hips as Jungkook felt the tip of his dick touch the back of his throat while trying to hold back the tears that were already flowing down his face.  “Can you take it like a big boy?” Taehyung asked, gripping Jungkook’s hair, forcing him to look at him, nodding in response as Taehyung began to move again, feeling Jungkook’s mouth loosen around him as Jimin brought him closer to finishing.

“Are you gonna cum already?  We’re just getting started,” Jimin smirked, pumping faster as Jungkook’s muffled moans grew and his grip on the slide tightened, eyes rolling to the back of his head and eyebrows furrowed as he tried to concentrate on his orgasm.

After a few seconds, Jungkook’s body spasmed as he released all over Jimin’s hands and removed Taehyung’s dick from his mouth to catch his breath, replacing it with his hand, sloppily pumping Taehyung’s dick as his own body began to grow numb.

“You ready?” Jimin asked Taehyung, who nodded and switched places with Jimin, removing his boxers and jeans while pumping his lubricated dick.  “I don’t think you need prepped, a slut like you can take it,” he grunted, positioning himself at Jungkook’s entrance while Jimin, too, removed his clothes, spitting on his erection and signalling for Jungkook to open his mouth.

Taehyung slowly pushed his tip into Jungkook, feeling his walls tighten around his length as he filled up his asshole, earning a throaty moan from Jungkook, who still had tears streaming down his face.  “Does it hurt?  I thought you were a big boy,” Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s right leg and placed it over his shoulder, pushing in further.  

“I want you to move,” Jungkook whined, clawing at the slide once again as his back arched.  “Please fuck me, make me feel good.”

“That mouth can do more than talking, baby boy,” Jimin hummed, pumping his hand faster and turning Jungkook’s head roughly by his hair, Jungkook opening his mouth wide to take in Jimin.

“Look at you getting fucked on both ends, one dick wasn’t enough for you, was it?  You like getting fucked while having a dick in your mouth, don’t you?”  Taehyung hissed as he slowly pulled out of Jungkook, but roughly thrusted all of his length back in.  “I’m not going to go easy on you, you begged to get fucked, and I’m going to fuck you until you have to use a damn wheelchair to get around.”

Taehyung began to move fast, making a moaning mess out of Jungkook who had worked his tongue along Jimin’s length, licking underneath and sucking on his balls while pumping just underneath the head of the older’s dick, precum already leaking out as he listened to the combined sound of skin slapping and the younger’s tongue lathering his dick.

“You want me to cum in your mouth?  You wanna taste me and swallow all of my cum?” Jimin teased, moving his hand to the back of Jungkook’s head to push his head further down his length as he fucked his mouth, taking a mental picture of the sight in front of him.

“Ah, fuck!!!” Jungkook screamed as Taehyung began thrusting into him at an abnormal pace, angling himself so Taehyung would hit his prostate with each one, sending him over the edge faster than the first time as he approached his second orgasm.  

Jimin pulled his dick from Jungkook’s mouth and began pumping faster and faster, arching his head back to reveal the veins popping out of his neck.  “Come here,” he grumbled, turning Jungkook’s head to face him, “I’m gonna cum all over that pretty little face of yours,” he panted as Jungkook opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue in time for Jimin to release all over his hand and Jungkook’s face, some of it getting on his neck and some on the slide as Jungkook was still being pounded into the plastic he laid on.

“So fucking obedient,” Jimin chuckled darkly, taking two fingers to wipe Jungkook’s face with his come and bringing it to Jungkook’s mouth.  “I want you to taste it all, you’ve been such a good boy.”

Jungkook sucked Jimin’s fingers obediently, running his tongue around them to taste every drop of the liquid, before spitting them out as he flew his head back and arched, releasing all over his chest and stomach as Taehyung thrusted harder, some becoming unrhythmic as he, too, grew closer to orgasm as he felt Jungkook’s walls tighten around him.

“I’m gonna fill that tight asshole of yours with my cum,” he growled, “you’re going to have to go home like that, let’s hope no one sees you while it’s dripping out and onto your thigh.  Everyone will know how much of a thirsty slut you are.”  With a few more thrusts he came inside of the younger, slowing his pace as he rode out his high and filled him completely, some even dripping out onto the edge of the slide.

He pulled out slowly and reached for his boxers, taking in the sight of a fucked out, cum-filled Jungkook who panted on the slide covered in sweat.  If they hadn’t of known any better, they wouldn’t have left their night at that.

“You did so good, tonight,” Taehyung whispered, cupping Jungkook’s face and planting a kiss onto his sweating forehead.  “Maybe some other time we can do this again,” he smirked, throwing Jungkook’s clothes to him while they all got dressed.

“Hyung, can I stay with you, tonight?” Jungkook mumbled to Taehyung, who was helping him get back onto his wobbly feet.  

“Of course, Kookie.”

“Good, I’m exhausted and I don’t think I can stay up for the car ride all the way home.”

Taehyung stopped in his tracks and smirked.  

“Oh, Kookie, you better get that stamina up, ‘cause this was just the beginning.”

End.