#i got possessed and was drawing this for three hours

[ndrwlls]

i love the fact that in mag142 jon became one of the entities he reads about. he is now a nightmare haunting innocent people i love that for him

no green eyes version he looks crazy here

[kingkatsuki]

— my protector

Tengen needs your help in trying to locate his wives on a mission, and Sanemi is furious.

Get me a man who’s only soft for us, stat😫😭

Pairing: Shinazugawa Sanemi x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, established relationship, reader is a fellow hashira, jealous Sanemi (for literally no reason), possessiveness, rough sex, slight degradation, fingering, multiple orgasms, breeding, creampie.

Word Count: 4.2k.

All Sanemi could see was red, fiery red as he roamed the halls of the Butterfly Mansion, ignoring the pain in his right arm from the wound Aoi had just patched up moments earlier.

“Shinobu will kill you if she finds you drawing your sword in here!” Aoi called after him, but Sanemi could care less as his eyes sought out the Sound Pillar.

He had just returned from a three-week-long mission to find out that Uzui had enlisted you for help on one of his missions. Practically offering you up as bait to try and find his wives who had gone missing, like that was even your problem. And Sanemi knew you were always so eager and willing to help, it was something he loved and loathed about you at the same time.

The rage continued building inside him as he pulled open another sliding door aggressively, the wood gliding back from the force as he skimmed another empty room before continuing further through the mansion.

“Listen to me, Shinazugawa.” Aoi huffed, followed after him as one of the only people inside the mansion who weren’t scared of the white-haired man, “I told you Shinobu won’t be pleased to find out you’re breaking all her doors.”

“Fuck her,” Sanemi rolled his eyes, “Where’s Uzui?”

“If you would’ve actually stopped for five minutes to let me explain, instead of being such a jerk,” Aoi crossed her arms over her chest with a huff, “He left with her a few hours ago. Said it couldn’t wait much longer, that his wives may be in danger—”

“How the fuck is that her problem?” Sanemi growled, “So he isn't here?”

“No, but I would advise you don't follow him. Your wounds—” Sanemi ignored Aoi, already halfway down the hall as he marched towards the entrance, determined to find you on his own. It was when he stepped into the courtyard that he saw Uzui coming in by the front gate with a wide smile on his face.

“Ah, my crow told me you were back!” Uzui made to step towards him to finish the conversation, but Sanemi’s sword was already drawn as he stepped towards the larger man, “Perfect timing, my friend!”

“You fucking left her there?” Sanemi barked, “Why are you back here?”

“I came to get you at the request of your lady love,” Uzui grinned as Sanemi curled his lip in irritation at the pet name, “She made me promise to tell you as soon as you got back from your mission because she wouldn’t be around. And I thought you'd prefer a personal greeting.”

“Why the fuck are you sending her on your missions anyway,” Sanemi continued, ignoring Uzui's grin, “And leaving her there!”

“It hasn’t even been twelve hours,” Uzui shrugged, standing in place even as Sanemi stepped towards him.

“That’s already twelve hours too damn long, you prick.” Sanemi drew his sword as he made to lunge towards his fellow hashira.

“She’s probably safer there than she’d ever be out in the field,” Uzui dodged a blow with the hilt of his sword, the guard barely protecting his hands as he used his body weight to push the Wind Pillar back.

“Probably?” Sanemi roared, “She’s probably got sick fucks like you all over her right now.”

“Oh,” Uzui’s lips curled into a cocky smirk at the admission, standing upright as he pushed some fallen hair away from his eyes, “So that’s it— you’re jealous.”

“I ain’t jealous, you fuckwad.” Sanemi grunted as he attempted another slash towards Uzui, knowing it was serious when the wind user hadn’t even bothered to use his power.

“Sure seems like it,” Uzui scoffed, taking another step back to avoid his attack, “Nothing is stopping you from visiting her, you know. She’s only a few towns across and I'm here to take you right to her.”

“Oh, you’re taking me to her,” Sanemi spat, “Right fucking now.”

“Someone is asking for me?” You raised a brow suspiciously at the implication. Wondering if this meant the demons had realised that you were in fact a slayer intent on taking their head. Your stomach swirled in trepidation as you tried not to show any fear, smiling at the young girl by the door as you bowed your head.

“Yeah, and frankly I’m glad,” She clung to the belt of her kimono, “He looks scary!”

“I definitely don’t want to spend the night with him,” Another girl grimaced, “I don’t think I’d make it out alive.”

You frowned, worried that you wouldn’t have time to access your katana to holster it beneath your kimono. Instead, all you had was the small dagger strapped against your thigh, which you were certain wouldn’t be enough to protect you from the attack of a demon. But at least it was better than nothing, knowing he wouldn’t attack until you were at least secure back inside this room as you bowed your head. Following her down the stairs to the entrance of the establishment, feeling a cool breeze tickle your ankles from the open door and curtain flowing in the wind.

Your heart stilled when you noticed the familiar man standing by the entrance, glaring at anyone who dared look his way as you felt your chest swell with familiarity. You hadn’t expected to see him here this night, and you certainly hadn’t expected him to be asking after you.

“Is this the girl you were asking after, my Lord?”

“Yes,” He grunted as the Madame motioned him to step forward and follow you back to your room.

You had to stop yourself jumping him in the foyer, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and cling to his broad shoulders.

Feeling the heat practically radiating from his body as you slid open the sliding door to your room, stepping to the side to allow Sanemi to follow before sliding it shut. And in an instant, his rough hands were grabbing hold of the fat at your hips to pull your body against his, your lips meeting in a bruising kiss.

Your hands reached up to thread through his messy hair as the scent of the woods mixed with his natural sweat invaded your senses. He clearly hadn’t bothered to bathe when he returned from his mission, far more concerned with finding you.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He spoke against your lips when you finally pulled away for air, still holding onto you as your nails dragged against his scalp, “I had to come home to find out you’re helping Uzui?”

“Tengen needed my help,” You murmured, and Sanemi’s nose scrunched in irritation at the use of the Sound Pillars' first name.

“Tengen,” He mocked the pitch of your voice, “Has three fucking wives that can help him, I only have one.”

“Technically,” You parroted his tone, giving him a cocky smirk as you felt his fingers press into the skin at your hips, “I’m not even your wife.”

“You’re as good as,” Sanemi scoffed as he stole another kiss, “And Uzui would do well to remember it.”

“His wives are missing,” You mumbled sadly.

“So does that mean he’s looking for a fourth?” Sanemi frowned at you as you couldn’t help but smile and shake your head at his jealousy.

“No,” You lowered your voice to a whisper, “He hasn’t heard from them for a few days, the letters have stopped coming— and he thinks something bad may have happened to them.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sanemi couldn’t lie that it had hurt to find out from someone else that you wouldn’t be there upon his return, whether it was jealousy or the fear of losing you he was unsure. But either way, it left him with that familiar sense of dread that pooled in the pit of his stomach and threatened to boil over.

“I’m sorry, but there wasn’t much time,” You did wish you’d sent your crow to warn him, but Uzui had promised you that he would let Sanemi know. Especially since you were doing this for the sake of his wives, “He needed my help, so I offered.”

“You’re far too nice.” Sanemi shook his head, using his grip on your hips to pull you into another sultry kiss.

“I thought that’s why you loved me.” You teased.

“No,” Sanemi scoffed, “I love you for your perfect ass,” He spanked your cheek for emphasis, “Everything else is either a bonus or a crux on my life.”

“You pig.” You scrunched your nose as Sanemi couldn’t stop himself from stealing another kiss.

“I’m kidding, sweetheart,” Sanemi’s eyes softened as he reached up to cup your face in a calloused palm. His thumb stroking gentle circles against your cheek as you leaned into his touch, “But you really should stop putting yourself in harm's way.”

“I’m a hashira,” You replied simply, “It’s what we do to protect others.”

“Protecting others doesn’t mean becoming a whore.” He spat, although you knew there was no malice there. The harsh tone covered up the fear and dread he felt in your gut at the prospect of something happening to you.

“And yet here you are, at the whorehouse requesting me by name.” You smiled back, relishing in the pink hue that dusted his pale cheeks.

“I just don’t want to lose you,” His tone sobered, resting his forehead against your own as he stared down into your eyes, “What a pitiful existence it would be.”

“You won’t lose me, Sanemi.” You wrapped your arms around his waist to pull his body against you, feeling his semi-hard cock press against your hip. The time without you made even more conspicuous when he's now surrounded by the comforting scent of you again.

“Did anyone touch you?” He immediately pulled back, concern evident in his features as he looked you over.

“No, I’ve been fine,” You shook your head, “They’ve mainly had me sitting down for tea with travellers passing through.”

“Good,” He pressed a kiss against your forehead in relief as he exhaled softly, “You have no idea how much I missed you, sweet girl.”

He peppered kisses along the curve of your jaw as you tilted your head back to give him more room. Your hands smoothed along his collarbones before dipping lower to trace patterns against the marred skin that scarred his chest, pressing your fingers into the ridges as you felt the tacky sweat clinging to his skin.

“I missed you too,” You whimpered gently as his teeth found your pulse point, biting down on the sensitive skin as his tongue lashed against it.

Sanemi bullied his muscular thigh between your parted legs to keep you steady against the wall as he shamelessly fiddled with the belt of your kimono. Letting the fabric fall open as he drank in the sight of your bare skin beneath, his firm hands immediately paw at your bare sides. Noticing the small dagger that you had holstered against one of your thighs as he ran his fingers over the handle of it in satisfaction.

“That’s my girl.” He murmurs, “Not planning to use that on me are you?”

He teased, pushing it back into the holster as he moved his hands back up the curve of your hips towards your chest. Truth be told, he was relieved that you had some form of protection in here. Especially when there was the chance that a demon was responsible for the spate of missing persons in the area.

“It depends if you’re nice to me or not,” You mused.

“I’m always nice.” The words coming from Sanemi’s lips alone were enough to have a melodic laugh rumbling in your chest, as for most, Sanemi and nice were complete contradictions.

“Liar,” Throwing your head back in a pretty laugh that had Sanemi’s heart rattling against his rib cage.

“I mean, I’m always nice to you, aren’t I?” Sanemi’s thumbs stroked the underside of your breasts as he delighted in the way your body responded to him, curving your back towards him as your bare cunt pressed against the flat of his thigh.

“We shouldn’t,” You murmured, “Not here—”

“Let me have this, sweetheart,” He hummed, leaning down to capture one of your pebbled nipples between his lips as he sucked hard, “I am a paying customer, after all.”

In fact, he was going to get that money from Uzui for his pure subordination.

“Why pay for something you can get for free at home?” You teased as he afforded your other breast the same attention, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as you let out another airy moan.

“My girl wasn’t there when I arrived home, and I had heard the girls here were beautiful,” He played along, “Apparently there’s one with the best fuckin’ pussy.”

“Oh yeah?” You gasped as you felt his fingers press against the indents of your thighs, dangerously close to your labia as you bucked against his leg. Giving your clit some slight relief as Sanemi continued forward, his thumb brushing through the wet slick that coated your folds as it drooled out of your neglected hole.

“Yeah,” He repeated, pulling away from your breast with a pop as he found your clit. Pressing sloppy circles against it with the calloused pad of his thumb as he watched you shamelessly grind yourself into his touch, “Apparently she’s already fucked into the shape of another guy though.”

“Must be a lucky guy,” Your eyes rolled back, knocking your head against the wall when you felt two of his thick digits slip inside your tight hole with ease. Scissoring them to loosen you up as he pulled back to watch you inquisitively through half-lidded eyes.

“The fuckin’ luckiest.” Sanemi grinned as he felt your walls throb around his fingers. He deliberately curled them towards the spongy spot inside you that he knew would have you seeing stars as he began to focus each roll of his wrist against it.

His name continued to spill from your lips as he kept his movements poised and focused, his rough thumb kneading circles against your clit as he worked you towards your release. No one knew your body better than he did, and he knew after being pent up for so long how little effort it would take to have you dangling on the edge of your release.

“Fuck, Sanemi.” You moaned, already feeling yourself dangerously close to falling, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Then cum.” He spoke as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, and his blase tone immediately had your cunt clenching around him as you swan dived directly into your bliss. The pleasure surged through your body hard and fast as you came undone, his darkened eyes focused on your movements a he kept his fingers pressed against that same velvety spot. Following the wave of your hips as you rode out your release, unrelenting against the sensitive area as he already had you hurtling towards a second.

It was too much, and not enough at the same time. Your pliant walls throbbed around his slick digits as you wished for something more, something bigger.

“‘Nemi, fuck me please.” You whined pitifully.

“Such a filthy mouth on such a pretty girl,” He teased, but he pulled his fingers away from your sopping heat, lifting them up to the light to spread them as you noticed the silvery webs of your release clinging to them as he pushed them between your lips to taste yourself.

You tried to speak, but the pads of his fingers against your tongue muffled the words as you cleaned them off. His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he pulled them out of your mouth, dragging your glossy bottom lip down in the process as both hands immediately reached for his belt.

“When we get home I am fucking you like you deserve.” Sanemi spoke coolly, “Not some quick fuck in a whorehouse.”

“I deserve everything you give me, 'Nemi.” You smile up at him lazily before watching him tug his pants down, revealing his fat cock to your prying gaze.

You immediately reached for it, and he let you. Hissing when your smaller palm wrapped around the girth of him, giving him a teasing jerk that had his nostrils flaring and his jaw locking. Your thumb swipes over the swollen tip to gather the pearl of pre before smoothing it down his length, delighting in the choked grunt that rumbled at the back of his throat.

“Is that so?” He continued, “So bending you over the moment I get you home will be deserved,” His voice darkened, his own palm joining yours against his length as he tightened your grip on his cock, holding your hand steady as he fucked himself into your fist, “You tease.”

“Fuck,” Your cunt throbbed around nothing at his suggestion, as you instinctively spread your legs further apart, “Please, 'Nemi.”

Sanemi curled a palm beneath your thigh to hoist it up against his hip, spreading you open for him as you guided the leaky tip of his cock between you. Stroking it against your drenched folds as you coated him with your essence, moaning when the swollen tip nudged your puffy clit. Feeling yourself growing more impatient as Sanemi pulled his hips back to tease you, pushing your hand away from his cock as he wrapped himself in a fist. Pressing the head against your tight entrance as he felt your hole tremble against him, trying desperately to coax him in as he indulged himself with your reaction.

“‘Nemi, don’t be an asshole,” You pouted as you tried to can’t your hips forward, feeling the tip breach your entrance before he was quick to move his hips back. More than content with teasing you, despite being in such an open, compromising place.

“If I were an asshole I’d leave you unsatisfied like this to search for the demon myself,” He goaded, pressing his hips forward once more.

“Sanemi,” You whined in irritation, “Don’t tease me, please, it’s been too long.”

He didn’t give you a moment to think before he was bullying his cock inside your tight cunt. Your inner walls stretched to accommodate his girth as he moulded you to the shape of him once more, reminding you of exactly who you belonged to. The sensation stole the air from your lungs as you could do little but cling to his broad shoulders as he afforded you a moment to adjust to his size, dragging himself from your velvety walls before canting his hips forward again. Setting a languid motion as he slowly rolled his hips against you.

“Sanemi,” You sighed in satisfaction as you felt whole once more. Too many lonely nights were spent dreaming of this as you felt him finally bottom out, the coarse hairs at the base tickling your clit as you bit down on your bottom lip.

“We’re in a whorehouse,” He mused, still sluggishly rolling his hips into you, “It only seems right that I treat you like one.”

Your cunt clenched around his cock hard at the notion, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Sanemi who grinned in satisfaction. His fingers tighten their grip around your thigh as he takes this as his answer.

Sanemi is brutal as he fucks into you, not sparing you a moment's peace as he uses you for his own gratification. The sound of skin against skin echos the small room as his balls slap against the curve of your ass with each forward cant of his hips. The ferocity of his thrusts has your breasts bouncing and your thighs crying out for some relief as you struggle to stand upright, thankful that Sanemi’s strong body has you pinned against the wall as he fucks into you.

“Oh my god,” You cry out, nails digging into his skin as he maintains his pace. His other hand squeezes at the fat of your ass as he angles his hips, the curve of his cock drags against the spot inside you that he knows will have you seeing stars as the blunt tip kneads your cervix.

“Look at me.” Sanemi growls, his warm breath fanning your face as he keeps a consistent pace.

Your eyes meet his and you’re certain you’ll cum under the intensity of his gaze alone, your cunt clenches in retaliation as he continues to thrust into your sopping hole. Each sultry moan he pulls from deep in your chest has him rolling his hips with more vigour, eager to have you repeat them as he works you towards your climax.

It’s pitiful really, how easily he has you submitting to him as you already feel the telltale signs of your climax ebbing in your pelvis. The pressure builds up as it nears breaking point as Sanemi pushes into you with more ferocity, using your body for his own means as he works himself to his own release.

“I’m going to leave you pumped full of my seed,” He growls against your cheek, his chest heaving as he feels his balls begin to tighten, “Leave it drooling down your thighs when I’m finished with you. So that everyone knows who you belong to—”

You knew this was a direct attack on Uzui, and the fact that he’d handpicked you for his assistance on this mission. Even though there was nothing in it beyond securing the safety of his wives, it had Sanemi oozing with jealousy and he was intent on reminding the Sound Pillar that you were not his plaything.

“Do you also need a reminder of who you belong to, sweetheart?” Sanemi spoke lowly as he fucked into your pliant walls, slipping a hand between your connected bodies to press sloppy circles to your clit.

“No, ‘Nemi—” That familiar sensation throbbed between your thighs as you teetered on the cusp of your climax.

“No? Then who do you belong to?”

“You, ‘Nemi. You—” You choked out, leaving messy red lines against his chest now as he pressed harder against your clit.

“Louder.”

“You, ‘Nemi! It’s always been you!” You cry out, certain that the rest of the floor could hear you as you began to gush around his cock. Your hips bucked wildly as he pinned you in place, keeping his thumb firm against your clit as he watched you ride out your climax. Indulging in the debauched noises that escaped from between your pretty, bruised lips.

“Good girl,” He snarled before moving his hand from your clit to resume a damn near savage pace. Rutting hips against your own messily, working himself towards his own end as he felt the way your walls continued clenching around him in the aftershocks of your climax, “Such a good girl for me.”

He arched his back so he could look down at where your bodies were connected, watching the way his thick cock disappeared inside your velvety walls. And the creamy ring of slick that you’d left around the base of him, the silvery lines matting into his pubes as he felt his balls begin to seize. Certain he wouldn’t be able to last much longer before giving a few more sloppy thrusts and emptying his balls into your warm, wet cunt.

Sanemi stayed buried inside you, feeling the last spurts of his orgasm surge through him as he coated your walls in thick, white spunk. Cherishing the final few flutters of your walls around him as you both came down from your highs, peppering kisses against your face as you placed a palm against his chest to feel his racing heart, the dull thump of it soothing you as you felt your thick lashes begin to flutter.

“Don’t fall asleep, sweetheart.” Sanemi rasped, starting to pull himself out of your spent cunt as you whined in objection. Trying to tighten your thigh around him to keep his hips in position as he grinned down at you; pressing an apologetic kiss to the side of your lips before looking down to see the mess of your combined release stringing against his length as the silvery lines split apart, “I’m sorry, I’ve gotta.”

You knew he had to go, Uzui was probably still waiting for him on a rooftop somewhere. Hopeful that you’d have some news to share with Sanemi about the whereabouts of his wives, but you felt the regret begin to pool in the pit of your stomach as reality settled back in.

“If you want to leave with me, I’ll take you right now,” He said as though it was the most simple thing in the world, “But if you want to stay in I’ll be watching.”

You didn’t have to tell him your answer, he already knew. Placing a final, lingering kiss on your lips as he held you in his arms, “Nothing will ever happen to you as long as I’m around.”

[highvern]

Drunk Goggles (Heart Eyes)

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x reader

Genre: fluff, suggestive, idiots in love, they’re both big ol’ chickens

Warnings: drinking

Length: ~1k

Note: idiots to lovers is my favorite trope :) I might write some drabbles based on this pair in the future

Sequel: Drunk Goggles (Heart Eyes) II

Related Drabbles:

Pre-Drunk Goggles (in order): Peaches [f], Bite the Bullet [f, h], Jealousy [a, h]

Post-Drunk Goggles (in order): Silk [s], Aphrodite [f, s], Discovery [s], Lucky Me [f], adamas et aurum [f], Honey [s, f], Baby Blues [f]

“You’re cute.” You giggle, dragging out the last syllable in a whine.

Mingyu’s blood freezes, caught between wanting to feed into your drunken stupor and wanting to push you off completely. You’re too close. The smell of your shampoo and perfume clouding his nose, palm burning against the muscle of his chest, teasing smile and hooded gaze drawing him in. The booth in the corner of the packed club was a godsend after hours of dancing and drinking but now Mingyu thinks it might be the place where he dies from cardiac arrest.

You two had been friends for years but lately your relationship toed the line. The friendly dynamic shifted at some point, subtle at the time but echoing loud and clear now. Like a stream changed into rapids before you noticed, sucking one in and swallowing them whole. Lingering touches gave way to heated gazes; tension palpable but never acknowledged. And because neither of you said anything, nothing ever happened; one person always retreating before reaching the point of no return.

Of course the first time you admit any sort of attraction to him is when you’re three sheets to the wind and can barely stand straight. Mingyu himself is no better, mind fogged with the liquor pumping through his veins courtesy of the shots Soonyoung kept distributing. Mingyu can’t speak, tongue dry from the words dying in his throat. All he can see, smell, and feel is you; pressed against him in a way that is less than friendly.

You don’t even bother to conceal the way your eyes are trained on Mingyu’s mouth, mind far away. All your thoughts focus on if his lips are as soft as they look. If you kissed him right now, would he kiss you back? Would he let you touch him? Would he touch you?

Mingyu watches with baited breath as you lean infinitesimally closer, eyes sliding shut, chin lifting slightly. But you’re drunk, and the grace you think you possess left the building long ago. You end up collapsing face first into Mingyu’s neck, lips sliding against the hot skin causing the muscles underneath to jump in surprise. You’ve already accepted the change of direction, now content to take a rest in the crook of his shoulder as the thud of music lulls you closer to sleep.

“W—“ Mingyu clears his throat, “we should go.”

You hum in agreement but make no effort to move away.

“Y/N, baby,” he shakes you gently, “let’s go home.”

With Herculean effort, and gentle prodding from your best friend, you leave the safety and warmth of Mingyu’s body to shimmy out of the booth. When Mingyu gets up after you, he places his hand to the small of your back to guide you to the exit.

Once outside, you wrap around each other again, like magnets that can’t be pulled apart. The sudden chill of midnight air has you turning back into his chest, the arm previously on your back curling low on your waist. Mingyu uses his free hand to order an Uber, resting his chin on your head while the app loads.

“We didn’t say bye to everyone.” You mumble into his T-shirt.

“They’ll be fine.” Mingyu laughs, focusing on his phone.

“You said that last time and Chan still called at 3am to ask if we got home safe.”

We. The simple word has Mingyu’s ears turning red. We, like you’re a couple. We, like you're going home to an apartment you share rather than the one you live alone in and he finds himself crashing at more and more frequently. He brushes off the thought, choosing to focus on getting a car as soon a possible.

Not one to be ignored, you turn your gaze upwards, chin now resting against Mingyu’s sternum. The shift breaks his attention from his phone and he looks down his nose at you.

“Just text the group, pretty sure a few of them left already anyway.” He dares to drop a quick kiss to your furrowing brow, pleased when it relaxes under his lips.

“Ubers here.” Mingyu steps back, snagging your hand to pull you behind him.

The ride home is a blur. The heat of Mingyu’s arm under your cheek and the way his fingers play with yours on his lap keep you from falling asleep completely but you remain in the hypnotic state between wakefulness and dreams. Here you can pretend Mingyu is your doting boyfriend, that all the sweet drunk kisses and daring touches have a deeper meaning.

When you feel the car slow to a stop you open your eyes to the driver pulling up to the curb in front of your apartment. Mingyu is gently ushering you out of the backseat and into the warmth of the lobby as quickly as possible.

While waiting for the elevator, you invade his space once more. In your mind, the need for warmth is the perfect excuse to disregard the usual touching limit you impose on yourself. It’s easy to get addicted to having Mingyu like this and you dread the hurt that’ll come if you let yourself be too greedy. But tonight, you let your arms wrap around his waist once again and fall into him.

When the elevator chimes its arrival, Mingyu tries to keep your bodies intertwined and walk you backwards into the compartment. He stumbles the entire way, having to balance for two since you’re barely trying to hold yourself up. All you can do is whine at him to be more careful and he does everything he can not to crowd you against the wall and kiss you until you’re both gasping for air.

More stumbles, more giggles, and a crushed foot later, you finally make it into your apartment. Shoes discarded at the door, you pull Mingyu down the hall to your room. You change into your pajamas in silence, an oversized T-shirt for you (Mingyu doesn’t comment on the fact that it looks suspiciously like the one he noticed missing weeks ago), and a pair of sweat shorts for him (you don’t comment on how his bare chest is giving you less than friendly thoughts). As you both dive under the covers, moving to settle yourselves amongst the soft sheets, sleep rushes to takeover.

You’re mumbling something against Mingyu’s chest that he can’t quite decipher but the movement of your lips on his bare skin makes his heart lurch and his stomach twist in knots. However, it's the gentle kiss you leave on his collarbone before drifting into your dreams that leaves his mind in a tailspin.

Tomorrow. He thinks. He’ll tell you everything he’s feeling tomorrow.

[sunset-snowfall]

"Beg for It"

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Toji, Choso Kamo x gn Reader (Separate)

Warnings: Sub JJK men, edging, overstimulation, Toji being an asshole (not that bad)

Minors DNI!

Gojo Satoru

He always talks a big game about how he'll be the one fucking you senseless and making you scream It became pretty obvious that he was just a dumb whore for you to use But you didn't think he's be that pathetic! He always has a habit of cumming too quickly before you're able to, so you tried to think of a way to stop that from happening

One second, you had both been side by side on the couch, watching a show on the TV with very little interest on what was happening on the screen. The next, Gojo was gripping your hand, moving to the zip of his trousers like a man possessed. And being completely unable to resist those shining blue eyes, you had just sighed in defeat.

"Ngh, y/n, please!" You couldn't help but wonder exactly how you got yourself into the situation you were in, Gojo Satoru sitting on your lap, back against your chest, guiding his hand up and down on his pretty cock, the tip already leaking precum.

"You really think that's enough to convince me, hm?" You asked with a chuckle, the pace on his cock merciless as you forced him to jerk himself off, never letting off, even when he was whining about the pain in his wrist.

The only time you did stop was when his hips started to stutter and his mouth fell open, pulling his hand away swiftly as soon as he was about to cum. That had happened three times now and the poor thing was close to sobbing, all energy in his body completely gone as he rested against you, head turned slightly so you could see his pretty face flushed red, blue eyes glistening with tears, clinging to his eyelashes.

When you pulled him away for the fourth time, Gojo did actually start to cry pathetically, hips bucking up into nothing as he tried to bring his hand back to his aching cock, burning with the need for release. He turned to look at you the best he could, a pathetic sight, just for you.

"C'mon, Satoru... you know what I told you... if you want to cum that badly, you need to beg for it..." You cooed, moving your hand back to his cock, stroking it gently with a smile, kissing his neck, sucking and biting the pale skin gently.

The feeling of your skin against his flushed cock caused him to gasp and moan loudly, head dropping back against your shoulder. "Please, y/n, please! l've been such a good boy! Please let me cum! I need to!" His voice sounded so pretty as he cried for you, soft moans leaving his parted lips, eyes rolling back from the sheer pleasure of it all.

And as much as you would love to torture him more, you knew that it was quickly becoming too much for him, so you rubbed his thigh gently, whispering a soft "Such a good boy... Go ahead and cum for me..." And his grateful sobs were just so adorable as he was finally able to get the release he needed.

Geto Suguru

This man did not want to beg you for anything In his eyes, his power was far more superior to you and he owed you nothing, so he didn't have to ask to fuck you! But after you refusing for what felt like hours, he had no choice That doesn't mean he still did everything in his power to resist

"Like fuck l'm gonna beg for you! Get another slave!" Geto had been like this for some time, refusing to even look at you, eyebrows drawn into a frown, making his purple eyes seem even darker. If it wasn't for the tent forming in his trousers, you almost would have believed that he wasn't interested in you.

But of course you had noticed, and that was why you had shamelessly stripped in front of him, your whole body on show for him. However, Geto was stubborn and had simply turned away, but you could have sworn thatyou saw his cute dick twitch when he saw your perfect body.

"Come on, Suguru... I know you want this just as much as I do... I can see your boner, idiot." You shook your head with a laugh as you pointed, lips drawing up into a smile when you saw his hands immediately rush to cover it up, face red with humiliation. How fucking adorable.

Geto looked away with a red face, glaring off to the side. "Stupid whore, you really don't understand who you're talking to, do you?" He growled, eyes almost blazing with anger. In fact, if he wasn't hard right now, and if his face wasn't flushed with embarrassment like a schoolgirl, you may have been intimidated by his tone of voice.

Much to Geto's annoyance, you was extremely stubborn and wasn't going to let him go easily. "Come on, Suguru, you know it doesn't mean anything to me if you fuck me or not, l'll just find someone else... But you need me so badly, don't you? Just admit it.." You tugged down the zip of his trousers, palming his erection through the thin material of his boxers, already slightly damp from precum.

He grunted quietly as soon as you touched him, even if not directly, staring at you with his usual sharp gaze. "Don't fucking touch me!" He tried make his voice harsh and careless, but when you squeezed his pretty cock, he couldn't help the needy whine that left him, hips involuntarily jolting up. Both of you were surprised by the cute noise, and you couldn't help the grin on your face.

"Come on, Suguru... Can't lie now, can you?" You asked with a teasing grin, chuckling at his embarrassed blush. He was so beautiful like that. "You'll only need to ask, and then I'll be yours to use." Your tone was teasing as you looked back at him, surprised by the way he averted his gaze, biting his lip shyly. You never thought he'd actually do it!

But he was already looking at you with an usually soft gaze, lips drawn into a cute pout. "Only because I have to!" He reminded you quickly, and you just nodded with a laugh. "Okay, fine... y/n... Please... Please let me fuck you. I know I was bad, but I'll be good if that means I can be inside you! I need you, baby... need you so fuckin' bad..."

Nanami Kento

He'd be surprisingly willing to beg for what he wants He's a very respectful man, and if you tell him to do something, he'll do it immediately It does take him a while to be honest about what he really wants, though, but with your comfort, he becomes less shy But he only wants to do things that give you pleasure, such a gentleman

Kento was always doing things that would make you feel good, fucking you whenever you asked, setting the pace that you wanted, never depriving you of kisses and gentle touches, always making sure that you knew how much you were loved. He never asked for anything in return either, always insisting that your pleasure was more important.

And as wonderful as it was, always getting spoiled by him, you wasn't heartless and knew that there must be something else that the poor man wanted. Yes, your pleasure was important, but his was too! He mattered just as much as you did, but he always answered with the same thing.

"Y/n, I just want you to feel good, nothing else matters to me..." Whenever he spoke to anyone else, his tone was always bored and distracted, but when you was there, his expression and tone brightened significantly. If you thought about it, he was no different than a puppy waiting for his master to come home.

You took his hands with a smile. "I know you want me to feel good, Kento... but it makes me feel good when I'm doing the same for you, you know..." You pulled him closer into a gentle kiss, smiling lightly at how he reached up instinctively to cling onto you desperately. For someone with pretty closed body language, he always wanted to have a physical connection with you, always needing to touch you in some way.

When you pulled away, Kento's face was flushed and he was panting softly. Your heart softened as you looked down at him, cupping his cheek gently. "Fucking hell, Kento... You're so pretty..." And when you praised him, the blush on his face darkened slightly, cheeks burning in embarrassment.

You couldn't help but notice the way he was squirming in his seat as well, eyes closed tightly. A quick look downwards showed you exactly what he wanted to see. The poor thing was hard, just from kissing you! What a naughty little thing! But considering the fact that he resembled a puppy, you supposed it wasn't all that surprising. Clearly the poor thing couldn't help it! When he saw that you had noticed, he turned his head away in shame, trying to find a way to apologise, but as soon as he opened his mouth, you rushed to interrupt him.

"Uh-uh, baby boy... this is a perfect opportunity to make my Kento feel good, right? So don't be shy. Tell me exactly what you want..." When he saw that you really meant it, he nodded shyly, mouth opening a few times, but he never said anything. Guessing that it was hard for him, you almost stopped him, about to reassure him that it didn't matter, that he didn't have to, but he spoke before you could get the words out. "Y/n... could you... I- Fuck, I'm sorry... I just need your mouth so desperately... I need to feel your lips around my cock, please!"

Your eyes widened slightly in surprise at how honest be was, but you grinned and lowered yourself to you knees, gaze fixed on his flushed expression and the way his hands shook, uncertain of where to put them. He was truly adorable. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad teaching him how be a little more selfish once in a while.

Fushiguro Toji

This man wasn't as dominant as he looked, though of course he had his moments But a lot of the time, he wanted that reassurance of not needing to make decisions or having control over a situation Naturally, one thing that didn't change was his entitled attitude, always acting as if you owed him something It look you an embarrassingly long time to figure out how to get past that

"Come on, be a doll and stay still for me, will you?" You cooed as you looked down at the man underneath you. You was riding him, bur considering the fact that you had just came, you asked for just a second to compose yourself. It just so happened that he was also close at the time, and you couldn't help but grin at the look on his face when you stopped moving.

His eyes were dark with annoyance as he glared up at you, rolling his eyes as he completely ignored your words, reaching to the bedside table to grab a cigarette and lighter, a stunned grunt leaving him when you slapped them out of his hand. "What the fuck is your problem?" He growled as gripped your hips, lifting you up by the hips and slamming you back down on his cock, movement rough and forceful, making you moan loudly in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Toji, fuck! Fuck, slow down!" You groaned, eyebrows drawn into a frown as he moved you up and down mercilessly, only laughing lowly at your struggle to take his size. He had always been like that, a selfish prick who only thought about his own pleasure, not caring about how you felt in the slightest, but fuck, you loved it.

But you'd been told by several people that it would be more satisfying to put the asshole back in his place, even if it was a struggle considering your current predicament. And yet, you'd reserved your strength for the moment that he was about to cum and his grip on your hips loosened slightly. You grabbed his wrists as tightly as you could forcing them up and above his head, holding them in place as you frantically reached for the rope you had hidden under the pillow, tying his arms together.

Toji didn't really have much to protest about, though, when you continued to move your hips, working yourself up and down on your cock, shaking your head in amusement at his confused expression. Of course, that look on his face didn't last long as he came with a grunt, gritting his teeth as his body finally relaxed on the bed. You slowed to a stop, grinning down at him, kissing him gently.

"So what's the point of the rope, darling?" He asked with his usual smug smirk, such a calm expression on his face. You'd never done anything like that before, and he just assumed it was an adorable act of defiance and you'd just pout and untie him a minute later. He clearly didn't expect you to take a deep breathe before lifting yourself up and dropping yourself back down on his cock. It didn't matter to you as much considering the fact that you had had longer to recover, but for Toji, who had had less than a minute since he had last cum, the overstimulation stung.

That was when he realised why you tied his hands down, so he couldn't stop you. In that position, he could do nothing to get away from you, completely helpless on the bed. "Come on, baby just give a sec, yeah?" He asked with a groan, the muscles in his arms tensing as he tried to break free, but you just shook your head with a grin. "You don't want me to take a break, so you don't get a fucking break, got it? Not unless you ask really nicely..."

He scoffed at first, shaking his head as he rolled his eyes, but when he really saw that you had no plans on stopping, he was forced to reconsider. The feeling was too much, and while it was one of the best feelings in the world, it felt like he was on the verge of tears, and he would rather die right then than cry in front of you. "Fuck's sake, y/n, slow down!" And when you simply refused, he groaned weakly in protest, voice finally dropping to a soft plea. "Come on, y/n, just be a dear and slow down, please? I promise I'll do whatever you want me to, just give me a minute to recover!"

Choso Kamo

Choso was always such an adorable little thing, sweet and obedient for you, always so drunk on whatever pleasure you give him But he quickly became a bit of a brat because of how much you spoiled him He stopped asking for what he wanted, just assuming that he was entitled to everything Yet since Choso was usually such a good boy, it wasn't a problem that couldn't be fixed easily.

It didn't matter how matter many times you had fucked Choso or had allowed him to fuck you, he was still so sensitive, whining and crying prettily within the first few minutes, making your heart soften whenever you looked at him. He was also incredibly loud, always moaning and whimpering, drooling over himself like a whore. You couldn't help but adore him, but that meant that you often spoiled him, giving him whatever he wanted.

In your defence, you didn't expect him to become such a brat, always expecting things from you now. And it wasn't as if you minded. Quite the opposite, in fact. He was still a good boy for you, and he still showed you a lot of respect, most of the time. It was only recently that his attitide started to change. Of course, it was nothing too major, just his reluctance to ask for what he wanted, thinking he could just take it.

He was curled up comfortably on your lap, head rested on your shoulder, but he had no interest at all in the book you were reading, groaning in frustration as he rolled off your lap soon after, causing you to shake your head fondly at the sight of him sitting cross-legged on the floor. You just assumed that he was going to get up and find another way to amuse himself and so you looked back down at your book, shaking your head fondly.

That is, until you felt his hands pushing your legs apart and the sight of him kneeling between them. Before you could even speak, he was pawing at your trousers, trying to get them down, basically drooling as he looked up at you, eyes sparkling when he saw you looking down at him.

He didn't, however, expect you to grab him by his pigtails, tugging his head back by his hair, making him cry out from the sudden pain, blinking up at you with pretty tears in his eyes, a pout of "What was that for?" As he looked up at you, bottom lip trembling. It was typical of him to pull the tears whenever he wanted anything since you always gave him what he wanted.

This time, however, you were prepared for the tears as you simply hardened your expression, refusing to give in. "What do you mean, what was that for? Don't be such a stupid brat!" You tugged his hair roughly, grinning at his cute little whimper, only tugging his hair harder as he tried to get away. What did he really think would happen?

"You can't just take what you want, Choso. Stupid little whore..." The words were spilling out of your mouth, and it surprised you that Choso really seemed to enjoy it, face getting redder and redder with each insult, gasping weakly when you dropped the handful of hair again. "You want it that much, beg for it! You can do that for me, can't you?"

He nodded immediately, shifting his position as he looked up at you, hands clasping together, almost in a prayer. "Please, master, please let me feel good! I promise I'll never be a brat again! I'll always be a good boy for you!" His voice was so soft and sweet as he blinked up at you, and he whined pathetically when you didn't immediately give into him. "You don't even have to look at me, just let me make you feel good too!" And really, how could you deny a little whore like him?

[ikilledmyhamster]

Okay listen, what I love about BTD kid au is that Strade, rire, & sano were friends ever since childhood. I mean it's adorable if you actually think about it 😂

I do have a headcannon story that I would like to tell you all so feel free to read this!

I still don't know how the three met, it's kind of like that one trio where they don't even know how they met each other in the first place so let's just go with that. But I'd figured it would go something like this.

Story: Strade was an only child and had no friends due to his behavior. He met sano when he was around probably 6-7 who was stuck in a pond with ropes around his tail (Sano). Strade upon seeing a young boy with a snake tail, was curious and decided to help him...but the two ended up in the rope and it took 2 hours for them to get themselves free. Strade and sano became friends after that and strade didn't even bother asking about why sano had a tail.

The next part is where the two met rire which is kind of in a weird way. Strade got home from his kindergarten and decided to play with sano as the two were close, sano has an idea to summon a demon, which wasn't normal for a child to say that but hey, he's a naga demon so what do you expect? Anyway, they summoned a demon and you might be asking how and why they did it. Well one; They were pretty dumb kids and also just curious, two; Sano found rire's 'symbol' online for odd reasons and decided to try it. They successfully summoned kid rire but...they interrupted his tea time which made the demon prince angry (Btw he's a prince because his family is still alive, so he ain't the demon king yet). After a full on rampage that goes on for about a few hours, they were able to come into an agreement to become friends.

Childhood Moments: Strade, Rire, & Sano would build their own treehouse in their old neighborhood where they used to live, and they would make the treehouse pretty big. Of course the three had their own rooms and storage for their own stuff, by this time strade had an old camcorder, so he used it to create videos and/or memories of their childhood.

The three would go on adventures and weird places or even terrifying ones. Strades parents never really paid any attention to him so they didn't care if he left the house. Strade likes to draw or doodle in his free time, so he draws a lot of art of him, rire and sano. Sano and strade likes to pull pranks on rire. For example one time, they did a water bucket challenge but instead of it being normal cold water, it was holy water which burned poor kid rire skin. Of course he was not happy, but don't worry...he got his revenge.

Another childhood memory is that the three would occasionally watch horror films like slasher films. Especially paranormal activity, every time there is a demon or spirit that is possessing a person, sano and strade were pretty much scared while rire happily watches the scene. BUTTTT, when it comes to the exorcist scenes...Rire would immediately hold his friends with his tentacles while hiding behind them😂😂 (inspo from the photo above)

Another time, sano and strade did a research and they read that in old Russian ancient times, there used to be a saying that brownies could scare off evil spirits or demons. And so...they tried it on rire, the results did not disappoint them. The moment they bought a brownie cake and placed it on the table in front of rire...the poor boy disappeared. Which confused the two at first, but then they realized it actually works! Rire would stay in hell until he knows for sure, that the brownies were gone.

Treehouse: The treehouse that they built in the forest is still there standing stable till this day, and that treehouse holds a lot of childhood memory. Strade Sano & Rire would often sleep in that treehouse as their comfort zone and also since it's the place they mostly hang out in. They carved their names on the treehouse door, something like this; "LR+SK+S" Which obviously means in order; "Lucien Rire+Sano Kojima+Strade". Of course soon strade had to move out of his old town and so did sano and rire. They left their old treehouse but kept their stuff there.

Present: Whenever Y/N is free they sometimes go to the Kojima brothers house just to hangout or sleep over. One day they stumbled upon an old photo of the main trio. Rire in the center, strade on his left side and sano on his right side. The photo looked like it was taken a few years back and Y/N was able to open the frame and found a note attached to the back of the photo which had coordinates, which if your guessing correctly; Leads to their old treehouse. Akira & Y/N visited that place and found the treehouse with all of their stuff still there in the same places where they left it. And if they went all the way to the back, they would find a wooden box container which is filled with many cassette tapes and writing of dates. Strade would record those childhood videos and put them on cassette tapes so there was a lot of them. Of course, Y/N & Akira ended up watching some of the videos in the end and didn't bother telling sano, strade, or rire.

Anyway that's pretty much my version of the BTD main trio kid AU. Let me now which one should I do next down below here ⬇���⬇️⬇️

(Btw, credits to the art above belongs to @darqx)

[toomanygoldfish]

You and your boyfriend Iwaizumi had been lounging on the couch for the past hour or two, binging your favorite movie series.

You had gotten up to go make a snack for the both of you when you hear you boyfriend’s voice call out; “hey love?”

pausing what you were doing you answer him;“yea?”

“can you get my phone for me? I think someone texted me.” “sure” you hadn’t heard his phone go off, but you shuffle around, finishing what you were doing before bringing it to him.

you take a glance down at his phone as you walk towards the living room. His lock screen was a picture you had sent him while you were babysitting two young kids.

You had found some face paint and had let the kids draw freely on your face. You had a mustache and a few strange flowers on your cheek.

You had made duck lips to take a photo and had sent it to him. You had forgotten about the phot about five minutes later after one of the children had decided to eat the houseplant.

You gently toss the phone at him. He catches it and you glower at him. “I could have given you a much better Lock Screen picture than that”

he smoothed his face into one of innocence. He looked up at you, “but you look cute”

Huffing at his voice you turn away and walk back into the kitchen before calling out, “I still could have given you a better one.”

there is a pause before you hear faintly from the other room, “… ok send it over”

——————three days later———————

“hey Zumi! Your phone whent off, do you want me to bring it to you?” You were lounging around in your bed when his phone went off. He had gone the his office to finish up some paperwork.

“sure! Thank you [Name]” you pulled yourself off of the bed and started making your way to the office. His phone went off once more glancing down at it you see it’s a text from Oikawa.

“Of cou— you didn’t change the Lock Screen.” Behind that text from Oikawa was that gosh darn picture. “noo?”

Standing in the doorway you make eye contact with him. “Are you asking or telling me?”

He mouth opens and closes like a goldfish for a moment before he bursts out, “but my love! You looked so cute!”

you gasp in mock outrage, turning on his phone you shove the lock screen right in front of his face. Holding back a giggle you yell, “I look like a squirrel!!!”

He reaches up to grab you wrist. He pulled it down and kisses it. “but I still love you either way!”

“WOW” by this point you are full on laughing. “Well I can’t get too mad at you.”

He looks up at you, and with mild distrust in his voice he tentatively asks “why?”

With an ear to ear grin on your face, you pull out your own phone and show him your lock screen, “cause I got this photo of you as mine.”

“EW. What the crap! Did Oikawa send you this?” He physically recoiled from the photo.

“yeah.” You can barely breathe through you laughs.

“change it!”

“no you look cute in it!!”

You looked at you before almost lunging at you. “YOU LITTLE—“

The two of you were rolling on the floor, wrestling for possession of the phone.

[mint-yooxgi]

{9} - Paradise Gardens - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Book Two to Hotel California

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humour

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Slight focus on Jongho)

Words: 12,135

Warnings: Violence. Arguments and verbal fights. OC gets some sense slapped into them by Reina, literally. Mentions of blood and of small cuts being inflicted to a wrist to draw blood. Mental Illness: mentions of anxiety, depression, and PTSD. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Not me staying up to post this when I have work in a few hours lmfaoooo anyways, this chapter turned out much longer than I expected! So, yay!! I'm quite happy with how it turned out, cause I feel like the stress of the situation is a sort of catalyst to the argument that ensues. I'm just glad I was able to get in everything that I wanted. It definitely starts off a bit tense, but the ending is quite light and happy. Also, potential smut next chapter anyone? 👀 As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I don’t do tag lists.

Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight

The moment Yeosang feels you brush against his mind, he’s appearing in Reina’s apartment.

“Sweet baby, Jesus.” Reina places a hand over her racing heart as he now stands across from her in the living room. “You weren’t kidding when you said they can just appear.”

“I told you,” you chuckle, moving over to stand beside him. 

You notice that she rests just a tad bit shorter than him as she looks him over, her arms crossed over her chest.

“So, you’re Yeosang.” She takes a moment to look him up and down. “The musician.”

“And you’re Reina.” His brow quirks slightly in amusement. “The best friend.”

“The one and only.” She grins, tucking the tome further beneath her arm. “Though, you had longer, blond hair the first time we met.”

Yeosang spares a glance at you out of the corner of his eyes. “That I did.”

Briefly, you lean into him, explaining lowly what Reina remembers of the incident.

He nods in understanding.

“So,” Reina’s voice draws both of your attention back to her, “you play the violin.”

“I do.” Yeosang confirms with another brief nod of his head.

“A little birdie told me that you learned a specific melody for her.” There’s a knowing lilt to her voice as she says this. “Well done.”

The corners of Yeosang’s lips quirk upwards. A certain pride begins to fill his chest seeing as he cannot get a read on Reina’s thoughts anymore. There seems to be a spell blocking her mind from his, keeping her opinion of him secret. Though, from what she’s implying right now, he assumes that he’s gotten her approval. Or at least, some of it.

“You can do your best friend interrogation later,” you step over to playfully nudge her shoulder. “We’ve got another pressing matter to attend to.”

“Right, right,” she waves you off as the two of you step back over to Yeosang. “Sorry, I can’t help it. Now that I know, I need to make sure they pass my inspection and everything. They may be Kings, but I’m still your best friend.”

You snort out a laugh just as Yeosang places a hand onto each one of your shoulders.

“You know that your approval of them won’t change how I feel.” You grin. “Also, brace yourself: bend your knees, and close your eyes. It helps with the nausea the first few times.”

You barely make out the confused furrow of her brow when Yeosang is teleporting the three of you back home. Once the foyer is in view, you notice Reina stumble forward, and you immediately move to steady her on her feet.

“I warned you,” you chuckle, helping her straighten back upright.

“I don’t think there’s a proper warning for that.” She grumbles, brushing some stray flyaways out of her eyes. She blinks a few times after that, further clearing her vision.

From down the hallway, you notice a few of the other guys file out of Jongho’s room. The commotion must have drawn their attention, and you watch as Reina tenses ever so slightly as the commanding presences of the Kings of the Realm washes over her. The worried pull of their brows could definitely be mistaken for looks of irritation.

Only, she doesn’t have a chance to dwell on it all that much for Sudaem is stepping out of the room.

A gasp of awe escapes Reina, bypassing all of the males to walk right up to the gorgon.

“You must be Sudaem.” She extends her hand out to the female. “I’m Reina, baby caster. Nice to meet ya!”

Sudaem seems taken aback by Reina’s forwardness, and you can only chuckle fondly as you lightly push your best friend into the room.

“We can do proper introductions later.” You finally step into Jongho’s bedroom, seeing that he hasn’t moved a single inch since you last left him two hours ago. Stella seems to be absent as well. “We’re on a tight schedule here.”

“I’ve prepared everything that I could,” Sudaem addresses you. “There are a few things left that the spell requires, other than the caster’s performance.”

“What else does the spell need?” You inquire, watching as Sudaem moves over to the side to grab her own spell book that has been resting open on top of the dresser this whole time. Wordlessly, she hands it to Reina.

“It will need your blood, since you are connected to him in such a way currently.” She says, bringing a brass bowl filled with ash root, along with a few other things, over to you.

Carefully, Reina places her own tome down onto the dresser, balancing the other spell book effortlessly in her hand. You can see her eyes darting over the words on the page, and you just know that she’s taking in all of the instructions with excruciating detail. Her mind is practically racing behind her eyes, suddenly feeling the pressure of this moment building on her shoulders.

“This is a complex spell.” She comments, worried gaze darting over to you.

“It is.” Sudaem is the one to answer, a nod to her head as she holds the bowl beneath your wrist.

You turn to look at the males standing at the side of the room. “I’m going to need a blade.”

You can see the hesitation on their faces even before they say anything.

“If this is going to work-“

“We know, Dearest,” Yeosang grimaces. “We just don’t ever like seeing you injured, no matter the context.”

“I understand that,” you incline your head. “But-“

“I’ll do it,” Hongjoong steps forward, a small dagger appearing in his hand and glinting beneath the candlelight that illuminates the room.

The curtains have long since been drawn, blocking out any and all natural light. Even the door to Jongho’s room has been closed since you’ve all reentered it, only the faint flickering of the flames causing shadows to dance over the walls.

Carefully, Hongjoong grabs your wrist in his free hand, thumb gently stroking over your unmarred skin. He glances upwards briefly, noticing how you nod subtly at him. A small, reassuring smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

“How much blood is needed?” He directs his question towards Sudaem, not even bothering to break eye contact with you.

“At least five drops.” She replies instantly, holding the bowl steady all the while.

Hongjoong nods his understanding, and you can sense the tension in the room radiating off of the others as he brings the edge of the blade to your skin. A flick of his wrist and blood begins dripping into the bowl beneath you. Yet, as always, the pain of such a wound never comes, and from how intently he seems to be staring at your wrist, you know that he has something to do with it.

Not even ten seconds later, Hongjoong’s thumb is tracing over the small incision. Smooth skin replaces the open wound as he heals you without another word, turning his sharp gaze briefly to Sudaem. She scurries away, moving beside Reina with the bowl after hearing his silent command loud and clear.

This should be plenty of blood, anyways.

“All that’s left is to cast the spell,” Sudaem says, and you notice how everyone’s gaze suddenly turns to Reina.

She blinks. “No pressure, or anything.”

“If you can summon the Eight Kings without knowing what you are, you should have no issues with this spell.” Sudaem comments, and you sense the slightest bit of reassurance leaking into her tone.

Your brow quirks slightly.

Taking a candle into her hand, Reina holds it just above the brass bowl that Sudaem clutches beside her. Lightly, she tilts it, allowing the wax to begin dripping into the mixture periodically. Steam begins to rise from the bowl as Reina begins chanting, focussing her energy into casting this spell for the time being.

The bowl bursts into flames, Reina’s voice echoing throughout the room and commanding your attention. Faintly her eyes begin to glow, the whites taking over every visible colour as an intense wind kicks up inside of the room.

You hold your breath, feeling Hongjoong place a comforting hand onto your shoulder just as you reach for Jongho’s own. You can tell that you’re not the only one holding on to another as a lifeline in this moment, worry clear on all of your features as you glance between Reina and Jongho continuously.

The blaze within the bowl begins to die down, along with the wind. Not even a moment later, all of the candles go out, and the room is shrouded in darkness.

Subconsciously, you tighten your hold on Jongho’s hand.

A blink, and both Mingi and San have relit the candles, bathing the room in a warm amber glow once more. The bowl still smokes, but no longer are Reina’s eyes glowing. The only difference seems to be the rise and fall of her chest as she desperately fills her lungs with air.

“Did it work?” She meets your gaze, a sort of hesitance to her voice.

Some complicated spell that was, there weren’t even multiple components to it.

Quickly, you turn your head to face Jongho, noting the steady rise and fall of his own chest. You don’t notice any physical changes, so you lean into him, lifting your free hand to caress the side of his face.

The whole room goes still, anticipation lingering throughout. Not even the flickering sound of the flames can be heard as you all watch Jongho intently, waiting for that tell tale sign of movement beneath his lids.

Except, it never comes.

Your whole body freezes, heart suffocating painfully inside your chest.

“It didn’t work…” your voice is small, words nothing more than a whisper on your lips.

Tears begin to well in your eyes as your throat tightens. You were betting everything on this spell, not even bothering to think of the consequences of it not working. You had faith in Reina, and you had faith in him.

“You must have done something wrong.” Mingi rounds on Reina, a stern frown pulling at his features.

The gorgon shakes her head, devastation clear on her features. “She didn’t.”

“Did we have all the proper ingredients?” Yunho directs his question towards Sudaem, stepping in beside the stunned gorgon.

Sudaem stands there, hands trembling as she clutches the bowl in front of her. Her lips part periodically, like a fish out of water as her snakes begin shifting restlessly over her head. Her slate grey eyes shine with unshed tears, fear freezing her to her spot.

“It should have worked,” she whispers, whole body beginning to shake. “We did everything right: the ingredients, the preparation, the caster.”

“We knew there was going to be a possibility that it wouldn’t.” Seonghwa keeps his voice low, though you can still hear the panic seeping into his tone.

“Are we sure it was the right spell?” San begins pacing, his hand coming up to support his chin as his mind races with what to do.

“It has to be,” Sudaem answers lowly, blinking a few times to clear her vision. “There’s no other spell he could be under, and this is the only one I know to bring him back.”

You opt to remain quiet, mind reeling with all of this information, and lack there of around you. Desperately, you attempt to come up with a solution for a problem you don’t know all of the variables for, drawing a blank each time.

Hesitantly, Reina shifts over to the dresser. She places the spell book in her hands gently on top of the wood, pulling her own tome closer to herself. Slowly, she begins flipping through the pages, skimming through the words until she finds the section she’s looking for. Once she does, her eyes dart over the lines quickly, brain scrambling to comprehend everything going on around her.

A call of your name from her draws your attention.

“Don’t dissociate just yet, and get your ass over here.” Reina states, quite firmly, without taking her gaze away from the book.

Wordlessly, you move over to her side.

“Dissociate?” There’s a hint of worry to Wooyoung’s voice.

Reina points to the page for you to read before turning around to face the others in the room.

“She’s about to get into her own head again,” she blinks, crossing her arms as she leans back against the dresser. “Can you not see the signs?”

A low warning growl escapes San’s lips.

“Don’t growl at her.” You turn your head to look at him from over your shoulder, brow tugging downwards disapprovingly. “She’s only trying to help.”

Without waiting for a response, you turn back around. Reading the words on the page explaining the ‘Veil of the Hypnos’ spell keeps you grounded for the moment, head spinning with what you can do to save Jongho.

“You all need to keep talking.” Reina instructs. “I’m still new at this whole witching thing, but tell me everything you know about this curse he’s under.”

The several males all share a brief look, but it’s Sudaem who speaks first. Calmly, she explains all that she knows about the spell to Reina. Everything that she’s already told you.

Your body goes still, mind churning as you hear the details once more.

“So, he’s stuck in a plane between this world and the next.” You state, blinking blankly down at the page before you.

“Every second lost he could be straying further from his body.” Sudaem confirms, fingers nervously wringing together. “Not to mention what else creeps through the veil.”

You swallow thickly, lips pursing into a thin line. Softly, you begin to nod to yourself.

Reina spares a look at you out of the corner of her eyes. “I know that look.”

“We just need to bring him back to his body.” You’re somewhat just speaking out loud at this point, but you do not shift your eyes away from that page open before you.

The words ‘connection’ and ‘high emotion’ practically glare back up at you.

You turn to look at Reina.

A silent conversation seems to be happening between the both of you. She tilts her head in inquiry, to which your eyes widen exasperatedly. A moment later, her brow furrows in concern while you begin to nod quite eagerly.

“No.” Her tone is firm as she shakes her head. “No way in hell.”

“What?” There’s an even bigger look of worry pulling on Wooyoung’s face as he looks between the two of you.

“Three-hundred and fourteen seconds.” You say. “That’s all you need to give me.”

“That’s just over five minutes.” Hongjoong’s brow furrows in confusion, his arms crossing over his chest.

“Read the page and tell me that that’s not what it’s implying.” You practically slap your hand over the tome open on the dresser beside you. “I can bring him back."

“There is no way I am putting you under the same curse as him just so you can, what? Stumble your way through the veil and attempt to find him?” She replies, her eyebrows practically raising into her hair as her voice rises in pitch. “I am not killing my best friend. That spell hitting you is suicide.”

A hushed understanding passes over the room and panic immediately seizes each male.

“You’re thinking what?” Seonghwa’s eyes look about ready to bug right out of his head, needing to rest a hand against the wall for support.

“Not if I’m prepared for it!” You counter. 

“We’re not putting you under to lose you, too.” San’s voice is firm, a hint of desperation shining through as he looks to you.

“Petal, we need to think this through.” Yunho’s worried tone comes through, his heart pounding restlessly in his chest.

“I have thought it through.” You turn to them. “If this is the only way we can get Jongho back-“

“It’s not the only way.” Sudaem cuts in, her eyes somewhat glazed over as she stares at the ground in thought.

“It doesn’t matter!” Wooyoung is frantic, crossing the distance between the two of you in an instant and holding you at arms length. “We just got you back! We can’t lose you again.”

“This is my choice, Woo.” You reply, placing your own hands gently atop of his own and sliding them from your shoulders.

“No,” San shakes his head. “You’re not thinking clearly.”

“This is insane.” Mingi begins pacing, pulling at his roots once more.

“I’m thinking perfectly fine.” You reply calmly, turning meeting Hongjoong’s wide eyed gaze. “Wasn’t it you who told me that the first step to sanity is embracing the insane?”

“Now is not the time to be arguing about this.” Yeosang crosses his arms over his chest. “Dearest, you can’t say something as reckless as that right now. We might lose our brother, don’t make it so we lose you, too.”

“You won’t lose me.” You shake your head.

“You don’t know that!” There’s genuine fear in Seonghwa’s eyes as he falls to his knees. He looks about ready to start pleading with you in a moment, genuine desperation clear on his features.

“The spell didn’t work when we tried it on Jongho to bring him back,” Hongjoong attempts to keep his voice calm, levelheaded. “What makes you so certain it will work to bring the both of you back this time?”

“I’m connected to all of you, aren’t I?” Your gaze darts around the room, and you notice how Mingi, Seonghwa, and Wooyoung have all started to cry.

“Starlight-“

“Hold the fuck up!” Reina cuts in, furious gaze locked on you. “Are you negating the fact that I will not be casting such a spell on my own fucking best friend?”

“Reina-“

“Don’t you, ‘Reina’ me! I’ll admit, we’ve done some stupid fucking shit before, but this takes the cake!” She slams her hand on top of the dresser beside her. “Do you realize what you’re fucking asking of me? In front of them no less?”

Her free hand points in the several male’s direction, clear panic on her features.

“I understand-“

“I don’t think you do!” Her eyes blaze with an unrivalled fury, the whites of her eyes beginning to glow.

“Um, excuse me-“ A timid voice attempts to cut through the thicket of booming arguments being thrown around the room.

“They would be doing the exact same thing for me right now if I had been the one to actually get hit!” You counter, arm flinging out in the direction of the bed Jongho rests upon to point at him. Briefly, your gaze darts around the room. “You’re telling me that none of you would be thinking any differently if you knew that this was your only option left?”

“There’s a difference, Dearest,” Yeosang grimaces. “We are not human.”

“Excuse me-“ The voice is a little firmer this time, but still gets ignored.

“Don’t you dare play the entities card on me right now.” The tears of frustration you so desperately attempt to hold back begin to streak down your face. “What happened to us being equals?”

You fail to miss the side-eyed glance Reina gives you, backing away slowly from the rising tension in the room.

“That’s not fair, and you know it.” Mingi’s voice is low as he freezes in his spot.

“No, what’s not fair is the double standard you all have when it comes to doing things for me.” You counter, voice rough with the rawness of your emotions. “So, you all can risk your lives for me whenever it pleases you, but when I wish to do the same for one of you it’s suddenly not okay? I’m the reason Jongho is in this godforsaken mess in the first place. Am I not allowed to want to right my wrong? Am I not allowed to want to save a man I love?”

“You know we’ve never blamed you for this, Baby.” San states, wiping away his tears using the back of his hand.

“Petal, we’ve talked about this,” Yunho grimaces slightly, taking a half step towards you only for you to avoid his reach.

“If this is the only option we have, then I will gladly sacrifice myself for someone that I love.” You see the devastation on their faces as soon as the words are out of your mouth.

“But, what about us?” Wooyoung’s voice is small, probably the quietest you’ve ever heard him.

“What about you?” You cross you arms over your chest, a slight frown pulling at your features.

“Are you that desperate to ignore our own feelings on the matter?” San meets your gaze, and you can feel your throat tighten.

“Of course not!” You immediately reply, shaking your head.

“We swore that we would always protect you, and now you want to risk your life for a plan that might not even work?” Mingi shifts restlessly from foot to foot, his hair sticking out in odd ends.

“We don’t know it won’t work.” You reason. “Besides, I’ve survived much worse than some measly little curse.”

Collectively, their breaths hitch.

“Don’t go there.” Seonghwa’s hands brace himself on the floor, his tears spilling freely onto the hardwood beneath his palms.

A low, warning call of your name sounds from Reina.

“We have already almost lost you more times than we ever thought we would,” Hongjoong states, keeping his voice low. “Don’t add another mark to the tally.”

“Then, what are we supposed to do, Hongjoong?” Your hands desperately run over the top of your head, fingers digging into the skin of your skull.

He remains silent, the others offering no other solutions, either.

“This is my choice,” you breathe out. “A choice I know all of you would be making if that were me on that bed right now.”

“Do you even hear yourself right now?” Wooyoung replies, quite exasperatedly. “Your guilt is blinding you from reason!”

“You think I’m doing this solely out of guilt?” You turn your gaze to the younger demon standing near you, your eyes blazing with a sort of pained fear. “That’s not fair and you know it.”

“Do you think that we don’t know exactly what you’re going through right now? That we don’t understand exactly how you’re feeling?” Seonghwa’s voice is strained, glancing up at you through tear filled eyes. “What’s not fair is you making light of the worst night of our lives.”

Your breath catches, and you swear your heart stops. A second later, and your hands are balling into fists at your sides.

“Do you really think that night was any better for me?” Your eyes are bloodshot from all the crying you’re doing, voice cracking as your whole body shakes. “You only got to see the aftermath. I had to live through it! I’m still living it. Every time I close my eyes, if I don’t watch my every goddamn thought, she is there. She is everywhere I look, and she continues to torture me even in death. She has woven herself so deeply into my life that each time I think I pull a thread loose, another appears to take her place.”

“Petal,“ Yunho takes a concerned step towards you again, nothing but sorrow pulling at his features.

“Do you think I’m not terrified to wake up every morning, only to discover that this has all been some elaborate fabrication that she has made in my mind to continue torturing me with?” Your admission has them all freezing in their spots, tears beginning to fall freely down all of their faces. “I never want another person to experience even an ounce of pain that she made me suffer through, and now Jongho could fucking die because of my mistake!”

“Don’t make his sacrifice into something horrific.” Mingi shakes his head, voice barely above a whisper as he attempts to reign in his emotions for the moment. “He would have done what any of us would have in that situation.”

“That’s exactly my point!” You raise your hand a bit exasperatedly in the air. “You cannot avoid the truth that’s always been right in front of you. That’s not fair at all.”

“You think that it’s fair to Wooyoung that you avoid the dance studio because of what she did to you in it?” Yeosang’s voice cutting through the darkness of the room surprises even you. He keeps it steady, watching you with a cautious gaze the whole time.

The aforementioned male remains quiet, a new sense of stillness travelling through the room as Wooyoung suddenly avoids your gaze when you look to him.

“Do you think it’s fair to Seonghwa that you do the same to his tailor shop?” Yeosang adds lowly. San places his hand onto the elder’s shoulder in worry, but Yeosang just shrugs him off before continuing. “You haven’t even looked at the art room or the garden since everything happened. Do you think that’s fair to Yunho? To Hongjoong?”

“Yeosang-“

Yunho’s own worried protest gets cut off by the aforementioned male.

“You haven’t even touched the piano since that day at your parents house,” he continues, keeping his tone steady as he watches you physically trembling before his very eyes. He can tell that you’re doing whatever you can to hold yourself together at this point in time, but you’re simply a moment from falling apart. “Do you think doing something this reckless will reclaim those parts of yourself that you lost? Have you even tried getting them back?”

A brief silence.

“Maybe I don’t want them back.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, yet you fail to realize exactly how your words sound to everyone in that room.

Reina’s eyes are wide as she watches the crestfallen expressions overtake each male’s face. He gaze darts around the room, noticing how nearly all of them barely keep themselves together, whole bodies shaking as the two tallest males fall to their knees.

The sound of the slap reaches your ears before you feel the harsh stinging on your cheek. 

A gasp of surprise escapes Sudaem, her hands coming up to cover her mouth in shock as she stares at the scene before her. Reina’s hand still rests in the air, your head turned harshly to the side as several low warning growls resonate throughout the room.

No matter what the circumstances might be, you are still their Queen, and they will do whatever they can to protect you.

Little do any of you see the way Jongho’s fingers twitch subtly in his sleep.

“How dare you fucking say that in front of me.” Reina’s voice is low as she pulls you upright and holds you firmly at arms length. “Do you even know how that sounded? Directed at them of all people? Pull yourself together. Now is not the time to be arguing about this. You said it yourself, time is of the utmost essence! Sudaem has been trying to tell you all something for the past ten minutes. So, pull your head out of your ass, and stop being a selfish, heartless crab!”

This seems to snap you out of your angry stupor, blinking at your best friend a few times to clear your head. Only, just as you begin to nod along with her words, Reina is torn from you, being pinned to the wall by her throat.

“Don’t you ever speak to My Divine like that again.” Seonghwa’s voice is low as he leans into her, nothing but a harsh whisper on his lips. The eldest looks completely crazed right now, tears streaking down his cheek as his eyes flash in warning.

“Raise your hand against Our Queen like that again, friend or not, and it will be the last thing you ever do.” Wooyoung seethes, gaze pitch black as he stands just behind the eldest for the moment.

“Seonghwa, Wooyoung,” you manage to step over to them, pulling them away from Reina in an instant. “She’s right.” 

Your best friend crumples to the floor, coughing slightly as she attempts to catch her breath.

Turning to face all of the males once more, your shoulders deflate. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“We can talk about it later,” Yunho’s voice is soft as he helps Mingi back to his feet. “Okay, Petal?”

A small nod is all he receives in response.

“Geez! You weren’t kidding when you said they’re extremely over protective.” She wheezes, using you as a support as you help her back to her feet.

“You were the one brave enough to slap me in front of them.” You chuckle, feeling all of their eyes on you.

“More like stupid enough.” A weak smile tugs at her lips as she leans on you for the moment. She lets out a chuckle of her own, teasingly nudging your side. “Well, stupid is as stupid does.”

“She’s slapped you before?” There’s a hint of irritation in Mingi’s voice when he says this, head tilting forward the slightest bit in disbelief.

“We’ve been roughhousing since we’ve been young.” You shrug. “She’s the only one allowed to slap me, and I’m the only one allowed to slap her. Only when we’re being ridiculous, of course.”

“She still hurt you.” San stands tense across the room, hands balled into fists at his sides.

“Because I was hurting you.” You meet his gaze briefly before turning back to face Sudaem. “My apologies, you were going to say?”

The gorgon straightens a bit in her spot, clearing her throat as she feels everyone’s eyes on her. Nervously, she shifts from foot to foot, her snakes falling silent around her as their tongues flick out to scent the tension slowly dissipating from the air.

“I was just going to say,” she looks to you, “this isn’t our only option.”

Your brow furrows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, there’s another spell that will put you under, and enable you to walk through the veil without having to use the ‘Veil of the Hypnos’ curse.” She explains.

“Then, what are we waiting for?” You take an eager step forward.

“Petal, we need to talk about this,” Yunho’s worried voice reaches your ears, the events of the past ten minutes still swirling through his mind.

“Hang on a moment, I’m not done,” Sudaem raises a hand in the air in a halting motion. “This one does indeed have a time limit, and you cannot wander too far from your body lest you actually wind up lost in the veil forever.”

You swear you see Mingi pulling out his hair again just as Wooyoung turns around with an exasperated huff.

“There’s no winning with this, is there?” Hongjoong sighs, shaking his head.

“How does it work?” You motion for Sudaem to continue.

“Well, again, since you’re connected, you would have the best chance of finding him if put under.” She begins. “Your mind would essentially be transported to the space between realms and set to wander freely for about five minutes. Then, we’d have to pull you and whoever you’re holding on to back out. At least this way we guarantee you won’t die on contact from the initial casting of the spell.”

“And if I can’t find him?” You spare a glance at all of them around the room. “What then?”

“Then, we’ll take it from there.” Seonghwa sighs, running a hand through his hair.

Your lips tighten into a thin line, turning back to face Sudaem as your thoughts race. Shifting, you rest a hand on top of the dresser to support yourself with as you look down at the ground. Blinking a few times, you think everything over.

“This all has to do with the mind being separated from the body, right?” You spare a glance at Sudaem.

“In a way, yes.” She confirms. “The body cannot live without the mind.”

“What if the mind had a physical attachment to this realm? Would that give me more time? Would it make the spell easier?” You meet her gaze, and you know she can see the gears turning in your mind.

“It’s possible, but I’m not sure.” Sudaem replies honestly. “It might make it easier when you get called back to your body, though. You’d have a direct path back to it, no matter how far you were.”

You nod your understanding, turning to face the several males standing off to the side once more. One brush against all of their strings lets them know exactly what you’re thinking.

The several males share a look.

“We don’t like this, but at least it’s a better option than the other one.” Yunho crosses his arms over his chest.

“We’d rather it be one of us that goes under.” San adds, lifting his head to meet your gaze.

“There are things worse than just mist floating around inside the veil.” Seonghwa breathes out, somewhat shakily.

“Then, I’ll be quick. If anything happens, I’ll tug back so you know to pull me out right away.” You state rather firmly, turning back to face Sudaem. “What do I need to do?”

Sudaem spares a glance around the room, the faintest hint of apology on her features as she meets the King’s gazes. Then, taking a deep breath, she begins.

Which is exactly how you find yourself sitting on the edge of Jongho’s bed, his hand held tightly in yours not even five minutes later.

“We’re going to need more of your blood.” Sudaem holds that brass bowl in her hands once more.

Mingi, Wooyoung, and San all curse under their breaths.

“I will gladly bleed again,” you state, rather firmly. “I will bleed as many times as it takes to ensure that this works, and he comes back to us. It’s what I would do for any of you, and I know you would all do the same for me.”

Any words of protest that had been building on their lips fail, frustrated looks of understanding passing over their features. You’re right, and even though they don’t particularly like this, they’ll deal with it. They have to.

Again, it’s Hongjoong that gently slits your skin, taking your pain and making sure to heal you as soon as possible. This time, though, Sudaem paints a symbol over the back of your hand, mirroring it on Jongho’s as his is still held firmly in your own.

Softly, you brush up against that maroon string in your mind before grabbing ahold of it as tightly as you can. This string will be your lifeline to him, and you hope beyond everything that your theory of it guiding you to him is correct.

A second later, you feel the rest of the guys doing the same to you. You don’t even need to look at any of them to sense the worry and slight hesitation that they all have lingering in their thoughts, for you sense it loud and clear through the mind links.

They move in closer.

“You’ll have just over five minutes if this all goes well.” Sudaem tells you, moving over to stand beside Reina who holds the one spell book in her hands.

“Angel, are you sure about this?” Wooyoung’s frantic voice reaches your ears, and you can see the concern still clear as day in his gaze as he looks at you.

“Positive.” You nod, and despite the shakiness to your breath, you believe that this will work.

“Any sign of danger, and you immediately contact us to pull you out.” San reiterates, cupping your cheek and forcing you to meet his gaze. “Okay, Baby?”

“Okay,” you nod your understanding, briefly leaning into his touch before turning away from him.

“We’re right here, Petal.” Yunho steps closer, sitting beside you on the bed and placing a hand onto your back in comfort.

You smile. “I know.”

Lovingly, you brush against their strings. Although it’s slight, you can just tell how much that simple notion helps them to relax.

Lifting your head, you turn to glance at both Sudaem and Reina. “I’m ready.”

Two nods from either female greet you in response. 

“Remember, send a pulse through the bond after every minute that passes so I know how much time has elapsed, and that I have left.” You spare a glance at them out of the corner of your eyes. “After the fifth one, if I don’t tug back immediately, wait fifteen seconds, and then pull me out.”

Nods of understanding are seen around the room from all of them, and you notice how Yeosang comes to kneel beside you. A blink, and he’s grabbing your free hand into his own, clinging to you for dear life. You don’t even have to look at him to know how worried he is. Not only that, but how remorseful he is for the way he spoke to you. The sorrow is written all over his face.

He will never forgive himself if they can’t pull you back out. The last thing he wants is for your final memory of him to be his harsh tone reminding you of your own trauma responses. He knows it wasn’t right of him to say those things and make you feel worse than you probably already do. Especially right now.

“Let’s do this.” Determination shines in your eyes as you look down at Jongho resting on the bed. Silently, you tug on that maroon string connecting your mind to his, sending reassuring thoughts his way.

I’m coming, Baby Bear. You swallow, somewhat nervously. Wait for me.

Not even a moment later, Reina begins immediately focusing on the page before her, while Sudaem holds that bowl close by. Softly, Reina begins chanting, her eyes beginning to glow white as power surges through the room. You can feel the mark on the back of your hand beginning to burn, and when you look down, it begins to glow a deep red. Again, a breeze picks up throughout the room, shifting the flames as shadows dance along the walls.

Then comes the silence, followed immediately by the darkness of all of the candles going out once more.

A blink and the flames are reignited.

“Did it work?” Hesitantly, Reina glances around the room.

All eyes are drawn to the bed where they see your limp body resting in Yunho’s arms. Your eyes are closed, and the symbol drawn in your blood glows faintly. Luckily, your chest seems to rise and fall steadily in even breaths. Faintly, all of the males in the room brush against your mind, holding onto that connection for dear life.

Your five minutes start now.

The first thing you notice when you go under is how light your body suddenly feels. It’s as if you’re floating upon a cloud, swaying gently with the breeze.

Your brow furrows, and groggily, you begin to blink your eyes open. Slowly, you begin to stand.

Fog surrounds you on all sides, a bright light shining from behind you. Turning reveals a faint archway, multiple colours streaming through the pale golden light. Familiar colours which seem to stretch out and attach themselves to you.

Sparing a glance down, you nearly jump back in surprise.

There, resting peacefully on the ground, is your sleeping body. You notice your arm stretched out to the side, and following the path it makes reveals Jongho’s body laying directly beside yours. Your fingers are intertwined, a faint red glow emanating from your hands.

At least you have a marker to make it back to.

Backing up slightly, you watch as those colours stretching out from the archway move with you. A moment later, and they seem to pulse with movement.

Your eyes widen in understanding. A minute has already passed.

Turning around to face the vast expanse before you, you attempt to peer through the fog. The faintest outlines of a maroon line can be seen in one direction, and you cling harder to that string in your mind.

Gently, you give it a small tug.

Something roars in the distance, and you feel your blood run cold. Whipping your head from side to side, you fail to see anything close by. Yet, that doesn’t prevent you from putting one foot in front of the other quickly in order to begin following that faint maroon line further into the mist.

The only sounds that reach your ears are that of your breathing, and the constant repetition of your feet scraping along the ground. Frantically, your eyes dart around you in search of any signs of movement, or shapes through the mist. You have a creeping feeling of being watched, and you know to trust your instincts for the moment, especially when in a place like this.

Feeling the second brush against your mind, you quicken your pace. Again, you tug lightly on that maroon string, and this time, a low growl sounds in the area, much closer than before.

You follow it.

“Come on, Baby Bear,” you mutter, eyes desperately scanning the mist for something. Anything. “Where are you?”

With every step you take, you notice that faint maroon line becoming brighter and brighter. The fog seems to be thinning too, and you can begin to make out faint shapes in the distance. One seems to be much large than the three surrounding it, and as you get closer, you begin to see corpses of… things lining the ground.

Limbs are twisted in odd angles, black blood splattered against the pale grey ground. These things appear creature like in shape, some having leather wings like bats, while others are more dog like, but they’re all about the same size. Not to mention they all seem to be that same pale grey colour as their surroundings.

Just as you feel that third brush against your mind, you see them.

A large brown grizzly bear fends off the last three of these creatures. One gets trapped in his maw, while another is torn apart by his claws. The last creature manages to jump on his back, sinking it’s own claws into his skin as he cries out in pain. Only, the bear manages to roll over quickly, crushing the smaller creature beneath its tremendous weight.

He stands back to his feet as he shakes out his fur, starting with his head.

You’d recognize that movement anywhere, and before you can stop yourself, you begin sprinting towards him. Another frantic tug is given to that maroon string and you watch as that bear lifts its head in your direction almost instantly.

Warm, brown eyes meet your gaze, and you swear you see that maroon line leading directly to him light up with a vibrance unlike ever before. In a few bounds, he’s reached you, nuzzling his snout into your neck and stepping in as close to you as he can.

What are you doing here? His voice sounds a little frantically inside of your mind, and you physically breathe a sigh of relief.

I came to get you. You brush your hands over the top of his head tenderly, wrapping your arms around his neck and practically sinking into his soft form.

It’s dangerous here. You shouldn’t be-

Neither should you! You immediately cut him off, pulling away to stare deeply into his eyes.

The fourth brush is felt against your mind.

We need to hurry back, I only have a minute left before they pull us out. You motion behind you with your head.

How do you know which way you’re going? I’ve been lost in here for days. The furrow of his brow is clear, even while in his bear form.

You smile. I’ve got my lights to guide me home.

Instantly, you picture connecting his string to all of his brothers inside of your mind, and the way you feel the land around you begin to tremble lets you know that they’ve all felt it. Only, you have less than a minute to make it back to your bodies before they’re pulling you out.

Subtly, you notice Jongho’s eyes glance over to the low glow of the colours attached to your form. Bending down, he motions for you to craw onto his back. 

Hop on.

Without hesitation, you do.

Jongho immediately takes off into the fog, chasing those colours that drift through the air and connect you to all of them back home.

A warning screech echoes in the distance and you hear Jongho curse lowly.

Stay low to my back, the ones with wings are ruthless. He instructs, picking up his pace the slightest bit.

You do as told, clinging to his fur for dear life as Jongho races through the mist and back to that bright archway that begins to shine faintly in the distance. Luckily, you don’t see anything chasing you, but you know better than that. The faint flapping of wings, and pounding of feet upon the ground behind you lets you know that more of those creatures are giving chase, and they don’t seem to be relenting anytime soon.

With each passing second, you can see that archway getting closer and closer. Faintly, the outlines of your bodies can be seen laying on the ground, not having moved a single inch since you left them there about four and a half minutes ago. In fact, you’re positive that fifth brush will be coming at any moment now. You just hope you can both make it in time.

The second you feel that fifth brush against your mind, you go tumbling from Jongho’s back mere feet away from your body.

A frantic call of your name is heard above the hissing surrounding you, feeling pain erupt on your arms as claws dig into your flesh.

Blinking up at the creature, you see a sight that tears a shriek from your lips. It has no face, except for a jagged slit of a mouth where its chin should be. Rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth greet you as its lips pull back in a what appears to be a gleeful grin. Leathery wings protrude from its arms, it’s claws pinning you in place on the ground as your blood spills from your wounds.

The faintest hissing of the word ‘human’ on the air draws your attention. A horrid hissing that is filled with excitement the more it echoes around you by varying creatures, all of whom begin to step out of the fog and surround the two of you endlessly.

A blink, and the creature is swiped from above you, being torn in half by Jongho’s claws.

You can feel your heartbeat in your ears, blood rushing through your veins as you roll over quickly to avoid another dog-like creature pouncing on top of you. Luckily, you roll right into your own side, eyes wide as you see Jongho a mere foot from you.

A frantic call of his name escapes your lips as you reach out to him, knowing you only have mere seconds before you’re pulled out of this veil and back to reality. So, you fight with everything that you are to hold on for as long as you can. Until you can feel his hand in your own.

It’s as if the word around you moves in slow motion. You begin to feel an unfamiliar tug at your mind, pulling you backwards through the archway by your head. It’s as if a hook has been placed right behind your forehead, jerking you backwards unforgivingly as Jongho shifts back into his human form. Desperately, he reaches out to you and his own body with each of his hands, fingers just brushing against your own. 

At the same time, the creatures surrounding you all lunge. Snarls sound all around you as they attempt to reach you before you can escape, hissing about not letting such a delicacy leave.

The last thing you see is a wall of creatures swarming you as you pass through the veil. You experience a brief feeling of falling, your hand tightening around something warm as you sink into the abyss surrounding you.

You close your eyes.

A gasp escapes you as your whole body jerks upwards in Yunho’s arms. Blinking a few times, you clear your vision, noticing how you seem to have slid off of the side of the bed and onto the floor. Still, Jongho’s hand in held in your own.

Your breathing is frantic as you heave air into your burning lungs, head turning every which way to gather your bearings. Yeosang rests beside you, clinging onto your opposite hand as he presses it to his forehead. The chest your back is pressed against belongs to Yunho, and you notice the others surrounding you with looks of complete worry on their features.

Your whole body aches, but you force yourself back onto the bed, much to their discontent.

“Dearest,” Yeosang reaches out to you, brushing one of his thumbs near your chin.

You shrug him off, glancing a hint of red now lining his skin.

Breaking your hold on his hand, you wipe at you nose. Pulling away reveals your own blood, and you begin to wonder just how long your nose has been bleeding for.

No wonder they all look so worried.

“Are you okay?” Hongjoong kneels in beside Yeosang, placing a gentle hand onto your thigh. Though, with how badly you feel him shaking against you, you cannot tell if it’s more for him or for you at this point.

You nod, turning to face Jongho on the bed.

“I had him.” Your voice is no more than a whisper, tears leaking out of your eyes as you look down to see him still in that calm state of sleep. “He was right there.”

You practically collapse on top of him, sobs wracking your entire body as you pull your intertwined hands up to your chest. It’s faint, but you swear you feel his fingers tighten against your own.

The room is quiet around you, but it seems somewhat brighter than before. Someone must have opened the curtains to let the natural light of day in around you. It’s warm, and you swear you can feel a ray of sunlight shining directly onto your cheek as you keep your eyes closed for the moment. Warmth of which is mirrored in the way a hand tenderly caresses the back of your head.

“My Darling,” a rough voice, strained from lack of use over the past day and a half, reaches your ears. “Why are you crying?”

Your whole body freezes, breath catching in your throat as your heart skips a beat inside of your chest. Tentatively, you shift your head, peering up at him through tears which blur your vision.

A blink, and they clear, falling upon your cheeks like rain against a windowpane.

Your lower lip quivers as you watch him sit up with you in his arms, his warm, brown eyes searching your face carefully. His hand that had been gently cradling the back of your head shifts to cup the side of your face tenderly, brushing away your tears with his thumb.

A moment of stillness travels throughout the room.

In the blink of an eye, you’ve fully collapsed into his arms, a fresh round of sobs tearing from your throat. Your whole body shakes as apologies fall endlessly from your lips, hands desperately clinging onto him as if he may disappear again at any given moment.

Softly, he shushes you, cooing gentle reassurances in your ear as he rocks you back and forth while in his arms.

“I’m okay.” He keeps his voice low, holding you to him as desperately as you cling onto him. “You’re not at fault.” Your breath hitches. “You’re not at fault.”

You sob harder.

“We’ll be in the foyer.” Reina’s soft voice reaches your ears, and you assume she’s guiding both herself and Sudaem out of the room to give you all some privacy.

More apologies fall from your lips a you bury your face into the side of Jongho’s neck. With your void down for the moment due to the requirements of the spell, they can all tell that you’re no longer just apologizing to the youngest anymore, but to all of them. Yourself included.

“It’s alright, Darling.” Jongho strokes a hand tenderly down your spine as his brothers all come to sit around the edges of his bed. “I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.”

“It’s good to have you back.” Yunho nods once, quite firmly, at his younger brother. His voice is strained, and it’s not just from seeing you in such a fragile state yet again.

Jongho smiles faintly. “It’s good to be back.”

Desperately, your hands cling to the front of his shirt.

“I should have listened to you,” you’re babbling at this point, but you don’t care. “I didn’t think-“ a sharp, stuttering inhale, “you almost died because of me.”

“Hey, hey,” Jongho grabs you gently by your cheeks, pulling you away from him so you can meet your gaze. “Stop that right now. I know how worried you were about your sister. Do you not think I’ve experienced that same worry when you are threatened?” He rests his forehead against your own, staring deeply into you eyes. “It is not your fault.”

“But-“

“No ‘but’s!” He places a finger against your lips, soon beginning to wipe away the dried blood with the edge of his blanket. “I wanted to help you, to protect you, and I would gladly do it all over again in a heartbeat.”

You fall silent, fingers curling the slightest bit tighter against his shirt.

“I thought…” you squeeze your eyes shut.

A brief look is shared with his brothers around him, and his heart squeezes painfully as they divulge with him their memories of the final moments before, and shortly after, he succumbed to the spell.

Jongho’s grip tightens around your body, his voice low, “My Darling, you know I could never blame you for this.”

Your breath hitches in your throat once more.

“You are not at fault.” He breathes. “I sincerely apologize that I ever made you believe that you were.”

You shake your head, sniffling all the while.

“But I did, Darling.” He rests his chin on your shoulder. “I hurt you when you were in such a fragile state, and now you won’t stop blaming yourself for something that was completely out of your control. If anyone is to blame, it’s that fucking bitch.”

Low growls of agreement sound from around the bed.

Slowly, you begin to calm down, yet all you can do is nod your head.

“What-“ Jongho’s breath catches in his throat, “what happened while I was out?”

The whole time his brothers share with him their memories of the past thirty-three hours or so, Jongho sits on his bed completely still. You swear that he’s stopped breathing all together, his chest barely rising and falling as you continue to cling onto him for dear life.

The second you feel something wet land on your shoulder, you pull away to stare into his eyes.

Tears stream endlessly down his face, a look full of nothing but painful sorrow resting on his features.

“You-“ his voice trembles, and he can barely get the words out. “You fell.”

Again, you attempt to shake your head, “no-“

“You fell because of me.” Utter devastation suffocates his very soul, guilt beginning to rise and crush his heart from the inside out.

“It was a misunderstanding.” Your hands now rest on his shoulders as you sit in his lap, your legs resting on either side of him.

“My Darling, I am so sorry-“

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Your voice is firm as you cut him off.

“Neither do you.” He responds without a second of hesitation.

You fall silent for a moment, blinking shamefully as you avert your gaze. “Yes, I do.”

Finally, you turn to face the other seven males still in the room with you. Luckily, Jongho settles you between his legs, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you to his chest for support.

Glancing upwards, you look around at the males before you.

“I apologize for what I said earlier.” Your voice trembles the slightest bit with the weight of your emotions. “I didn’t mean those words to come out the way they had, but they did. I shouldn’t have kept everything bottled up for so long inside. I should have told you, and I should have considered your own feelings towards the matter.”

“Baby,” San’s worried voice reaches your ears, his eyebrows drooping as he watches you avert your gaze to your hands.

“I should have been more honest with you all about how I was feeling.” Your thumbs begin to nervously rub over one another. “I never meant to hurt any of you.”

The males all share a brief look.

“We were all in the wrong.” Hongjoong says, words barely above a whisper. “We should have known you were barely holding it together all this time.”

“How can you know if I don’t tell you?” You exhale a low breath, allowing your eyes to flutter shut.

“Dearest,” Yeosang goes to reach out for you before stopping himself. Almost shamefully, he retracts his hand. “I apologize for what I said to you. It wasn’t the time, nor place to dump that on you, nor was it right of me to do so.”

“But you were right.” You spare a glance upwards to see Yeosang staring down at his own hands. “By avoiding reminders of her, I had inadvertently been avoiding all of you. That’s not fair to any of you, or what each of those spaces mean to us, and I apologize that it took me this long to realize that.”

“We weren’t lying to you when we said that we would get through this together,” Wooyoung cracks a small, hesitant smile in your direction.

Softly, you nod, wiping at your eyes all the while. “I was so focused on my own trauma, I neglected your own.”

“We all deal with things in different ways.” Mingi clears his throat, bringing a hand up to dry his tears.

“That’s no excuse for what I did.” You reply. “For what I said.”

“You were right, though.” Seonghwa swallows thickly. “If that was you, we would have done whatever it takes to get you back. Consequences be damned.”

Jongho squeezes your waist slightly, assuring you that his brother speaks nothing but the truth.

“Aren’t we all a great pair,” you chuckle teasingly. “Letting our emotions always control us.”

A snort is heard from Wooyoung. “Maybe not always.”

Even his brothers shoot him playfully incredulous looks.

“Only when it comes to each other,” Hongjoong sighs, somewhat wistfully as he finally stands back to his feet.

“If you start having doubts again, or anything of the sort, you tell us right away, Baby.” San meets your gaze, a somewhat firm look shining behind his eyes. “Okay?”

“The same goes for me with all of you,” you take the time to look around at all of them once more, seeing them smile softly at you in response.

“You do not have to suffer alone, Petal,” Yunho smiles assuringly in your direction. “Your worries do not burden us at all.”

You nod, shifting off of the bed with the help of Mingi and Seonghwa.

“I guess some habits are just that hard to break.” You sigh.

“Baby steps, My Love,” Hongjoong moves over to the door, a gentle smile tugging at his features as he looks back at you. “Baby steps.”

Wiping at your eyes a final time to ensure there’s no more evidence of your tears, you begin to exit Jongho’s room. You don’t even need to look their way to know that they all follow closely behind you.

Breaching the foyer, you see both Sudaem and Reina conversing softly on one of the front couches. Both spell books rest closed on the table before them. However, as soon as Sudaem senses you, she’s hopping up from the couch, he snakes shifting almost bashfully over her head.

Her gaze darts to Jongho just off to your left. “I’m glad to see you well again, King Jongho.”

Reina stands, a small quirk to her brow.

Without wasting another moment, you walk directly over to the two women and wrap them in your arms.

“Thank you.” Your voice is low, nothing but raw gratitude seeping from your tone. “For everything.”

Softly, you feel Sudaem rubbing your back while Reina pats you gently.

“I’m glad I could help.” Sudaem whispers, pulling away to stare deeply into your eyes. “If you ever need anything else, you know where to find me.”

“I appreciate that,” you smile, nodding as you step away to give them both some space. “Know that the sentiment is shared.”

“Anyways, I best be going now,” Sudaem shuffles slightly on her feet, reaching over to grab her spell book from the coffee table that rests beside her. “I wouldn’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“Wait, how will I be able to contact you for lessons?” Reina’s eyes widen ever so slightly, and you recognize that almost desperate look shining within anywhere.

The corner of your lips quirk upwards knowingly.

“If you ever need me, send word with Stella.” Sudaem smiles, and you watch as Reina nearly swoons.

“Okay,” she nods, quite enthusiastically.

“It was lovely meeting you!” Sudaem directs the comment towards your best friend as she waves goodbye, her snakes hissing happily.

“You, too!” Reina waves back as Sudaem walks over to the guys for the moment.

“Uh, would it be okay if one of you-“

“Already on it,” Yunho smiles lightly at the gorgon, teleporting her back to her own domain in an instant. In a blink, he’s returns, straightening out the front of his shirt slightly.

“So,” you wiggle your brow teasingly at Reina, “Sudaem, huh?”

“Shut up.” Reina grumbles, pushing you playfully.

“She’s sweet, isn’t she?” A knowing smirk tugs at your lips as you watch your best friend avert her gaze somewhat bashfully.

“So,” Reina clears her throat, composing herself a bit better for the moment, “introductions now, or later?”

You motion to the guys with your hand, letting them decide for themselves if they’d like to introduce each other to your best friend. Your void has long since been back up, so you take the time to brush against their minds now.

Immediately, they all brush back.

“I think introductions are a great idea,” Hongjoong says, a small quirk to his lips. “After all, you helped save our brother.”

She nods, a kind look resting on her features as they all incline their heads to her in thanks.

“Hang on a second,” you lift a hand once more in a halting motion as you look at Reina. “How did you know that Yeo was what he was when he dropped me off?”

“I’ve seen portraits,” she shrugs, “but I didn’t know their names. My gran was adamant about not,” she clears her throat, nose scrunching as she prepares to imitate her grandmother, “incurring the wrath of the Eight Kings by invoking their names.”

You can’t help it, an amused snort escapes you.

“So, I recognized him, but I didn’t know which one he was until you told me his name.” She explains, to which you nod your head. “I am very interested to learn which ones are which based off of what you told me.”

Just then, a loud mewl is heard from the hallway leading to your room. A loud gasp is escaping Reina’s lips as a black cat struts into the room, tail flicking back and forth eagerly in the air.

“Is that Kuroo?” Her lips part, an excited smile pulling at her features.

Softly, Kuroo weaves his way through all of your legs, brushing languidly against both yours and Mingi’s the longest. A moment later, and he’s trotting over to Reina who bends down to extend her hand out to him. Cautiously, he sniffs at her fingers before beginning to rub his face all over her.

Giggling, she begins to scratch at his head, Kuroo beginning to purr loudly all the while.

“Well, aren’t you just the handsomest man of the hour.” She coos, chuckling as Kuroo chirps back happily in response.

“Oh, no, don’t say that.” Wooyoung sighs, almost exasperatedly. “It’ll go straight to his already overinflated head.”

“But he’s so cute!” She coos, picking him up to hold him in her arms. “And fluffy!”

A content mewl greets all of you in response.

“Kuroo is Sammy two-point-oh.” You say, watching as understanding passes over Reina’s features. “Just less of a troublemaker.”

“Ah,” she nods, rocking him gently in her arms, “I see.”

Softly, she begins cooing at him once more, and you can just tell that he’s just loving every second of it.

“Okay, so,” you quirk a brow, “introductions?”

“Oh, wait,” Reina’s lip quirks mischievously in the corner, “can I guess?”

You snort out a laugh, gaze darting to the males beside you who shrug nonchalantly. “Be my guest.”

“Hang on, there’s actually one of you who I’ve been dying to know whom is who since she told me.” She admits, eyes scanning over all of them. “I know him,” she motions to Yeosang with her chin seeing as she holds onto Kuroo for the moment, “but which one of you is Yunho, the painter?”

Said male’s brows raise slightly in amusement, waving his hand to indicate that he is who she’s looking for.

“I would give you a thumbs up, but my hands are full,” she chuckles. “Either way, nice.” An approving nod is sent his way. “So far, you’re my favourite.”

The looks all several of his brothers send him in mild disbelief has a laugh falling from your lips.

“It was the portrait, wasn’t it?” You turn to look at Reina, a grin tugging at your features.

“Literally, why isn’t it hanging right there?” She shifts Kuroo over to her one arm, motioning to the central wall behind the front desk. “Guy paints what is presumably the most beautiful portrait of a gorgeous lady you’re all in love with, and you can’t even display it in your front foyer?”

Reina tuts, shaking her head teasingly.

“Don’t give them any ideas,” you whisper lowly.

Mingi tilts his head slightly in acknowledgment. “She does have a point.”

“See!” Reina replies, somewhat exasperatedly. “The cat dad understands!”

“Cat dad?” Mingi quirks a brow.

“Are you not Mingi? The one who got this little rascal for her?” Reina pats Kuroo lightly on the butt, receiving a small whine from the cat in response.

“I am.” He confirms. “How did you-“

“He rubbed against you the longest out of all of you,” she blinks, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. In the next moment, she pulls the cat away to brush her nose against his own, a teasing lilt to her voice, “besides his mommy.”

A hand comes up to muffle your laughter as you hear Kuroo complaining loudly. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s embarrassed. He jumps down from Reina’s hold quite quickly after that, strutting away back down the hallway and towards you room.

You walk over to Reina, flinging an arm around her shoulders as you lean on her teasingly for support.

“Okay, so,” you grin, “You technically know four of them.”

“That I do,” she hums, gaze briefly darting over to meet Jongho’s. She sends him a polite smile, noticing how he nods briefly back. “Let’s see, we’ve got the cook, the dancer, the tailor, and the one who should have told you he liked playing with knives sooner.”

At her words, Hongjoong’s eyebrow twitches.

“Ah-ha!” She points at him, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. “So, you’re the one she got with the steak knife.”

A snort of laughter is heard from Wooyoung at this, and even Yeosang, San, and Mingi all have a hard time suppressing their chuckles.

“You’re lucky, then,” Reina continues, a devious look shining behind her eyes as he quirks a brow. Despite your attempts to stop her, she holds you off from covering her mouth. “Normally, she just threatens to stab you instead.”

“Reina,” your voice is a bit exasperated as you whine out her name.

Despite the fact that they all quirk their brows in some way, Wooyoung looks the most visibly eager to learn more.

“What else does she threaten to do to people?” He leans the slightest bit forward, excitement gleaming in his gaze. Though, he knows that he’s not the only one dying to know.

“Well, not so much actually threaten, but she has very vivid rants about certain people.” Reina hums knowingly. “My ex is one of them.”

“Yeah, well,” you turn to look at her. “He deserves to get his dick ripped off and shoved down his throat for what he did to you.”

“Case in point,” Reina chuckles knowingly, motioning to you beside her with her hand. “Though, I’d say that was one of your more tamer ones. Wouldn’t you?”

You shrug lightly, a slight hum escaping you.

“Anyways,” she turns her attention back to the three remaining males she’s yet to identify. “I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that you’re the dancer,” she points at San, “he’s handsy,” she points to Wooyoung, “and you’re the ‘pretty boy’.”

Seonghwa’s eyes look as if they’re ready to fall out of his head for the second time that day as both Wooyoung and you burst out laughing.

“Oh, you were doing so well, too.” You pat her on the back.

Lowly, Seonghwa begins to grumble about being referred to as handsy once more, crossing his arms over his chest. A large pout tugs at his features all the while as his brothers all chuckle around him.

“It was one time!” He frowns.

“Oh, it was more than once,” the corner of your lips quirk upwards in a knowing grin. At the way his pout deepens, you’re quick to add, “I never said I didn’t like it.”

“Ew!” Reina slaps your arm teasingly. “There are children present!”

“Children?” Yeosang quirks an amused brow.

“Yeah,” Reina snorts. “Me!”

“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes. “Who was it that called me to drive her to the ER because she got her-“

A hand is slapped over your mouth quite suddenly, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips. Not even a moment later, her face is contorting in disgust as she pulls her hand away, wiping her palm on your sleeve, seeing as you licked her.

“You are gross.” She sticks her tongue out at you.

“You love it.” You playfully bat your eyelashes at her in response.

“Yeah, yeah,” teasingly, she gives you a light shove while rolling her eyes.

None of the males across from you can prevent the way loving smiles pull at their features as they watch you interact with you best friend. It seems as if the more time you spend with her, the more you relax. A fact of which they could not be happier about. Besides, you seem to be having fun.

“Anyways, you’re half right about Woo being handsy number two, though,” you motion to the aforementioned male with your chin.

“Hey!” He whines, a dramatic pout tugging at his features.

“You’re still in second place, Sunshine.” You grin fondly, mirth dancing behind your gaze as you meet his own.

“Oh, damn,” Reina says. “I really screwed up at the end there.”

“You were off by one each, if you rotated them to the left,” you pat her back assuringly.

“My bad,” she smiles somewhat nervously.

“At least you didn’t say Mingi was the cook,” San grins, his eyes crinkling at the sides.

“Hey!” Said male whines.

“To be fair, I thought he was handsy at first,” Reina shrugs.

Yunho immediately bursts out laughing, slapping Mingi on his back as the younger male begins to turn bright red.

“He definitely could be,” Hongjoong sighs, shaking his head somewhat fondly.

“If you think I’m bad with my fantasies…” Wooyoung trails off, immediately taking off down the hallway as the elder male begins to chase after him.

Reina laughs, looping her arm around your waist. “I can tell it’s never a dull moment with these guys.”

“You have no idea.” You smile lovingly at them, seeing the way Kuroo now chases after Wooyoung, too, with Mingi in tow.

“Well, now that that’s settled,” she turns her head to you, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “Wanna give me a tour of the house?”

[mcntsee]

deer y/n,

Summary: First part of letters to her. I recommend reading the prologue first.

Warnings: Ooc Kaz Brekker, I think one cuss word, terrible writing.

Note: Here it is! First part of the letters to her series. This is super short, I was struggling to figure out what to write for this letter, but I promise the rest are better. I am also trying a new writing style. Enjoy!

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“Oh my.”

“What is it?”

Y/n managed to misplace her necklace—yet again—turning what was supposed to be a delightful date into a search mission for the elusive piece of jewelry.

Kaz was grateful she had agreed to getting some food and dining in. The past week had been a whirlwind of meetings with everyone in the forsaken city, leaving him overwhelmed. He'd endured an excessive amount of handshakes, enough to last a year, maybe three.

But Y/n understood. After all, she had been by his side since he could remember, never passing judgment on him for anything.

"Love?" He called out again. Kaz despised the silence. It could only mean two things: something good or something really bad.

“Y/n?” Usually, he was the type to lean towards options that gave him more than a fifty-fifty chance.

“Y/n!”

“Yes! Sorry I just-“

He found her in the dining room. “What is it?” As he approached, he noticed she was holding something in her hand. However, before he even had the chance to ask about it, she turned, fully facing him with her hand extended out.

"This," she said, glancing at what Kaz now recognized as an aged letter, "happens to be the first letter you ever wrote me."

She cleared her throat, preparing to read the letter to him.

“Deer Y/n,”

“For fuck’s sake.”

Kaz remembered that day with as much clarity as he remembered his lunch from a couple of hours ago.

It hadn't been anything out of the ordinary, no. Yet, he remembered it nonetheless.

“What is the matter with you?”

"Deer." He pointed at the word that was meant to be 'dear'. "Are you not reading?"

“I am and I’m well aware of the fact that is says deer. Once again, what’s the matter with you?”

“Can you put it away, it’s embarrassing.”

“Kaz, you were five.”

He had indeed been five, and apparently, not the brightest when it came to spelling. However, he laid the blame on his dad, who assured him it had looked good enough to send.

“How do you even have that still?”

“I could never lose it.”

“It’s just a letter, Y/n.”

“The first letter I ever got from you.” She corrected.

“It’s still just a letter, Y/n.”

“Whatever Kaz. It’s my most priced possession.”

He could tell she intended to keep reading the letter, but as her mouth open to let out the words, he noticed a mischievous glint in her eye.

“That and the drawing, of course.”

“The drawing?”

“The drawing.”

Kaz really had thought that it couldn’t get worse. Of course he hadn’t needed her to read the letter for him, so he had more than enough time to realize just how bad his grammar had once been.

But then, she decided to turn back around to grab the drawning and show him.

“I miss spots.” she said. In truth, he shared that sentiment. Spots had been his first and only pet.

He had entertained the idea of getting another pet with her. Perhaps another feline, or a loyal canine. Maybe even a crow. A replacement for the family he knew he couldn’t provide to her. “He was a great cat.”

“Indeed. He had to put up with you everyday.”

“I-, You know what? Same goes for you.”

That laugh. He was convinced that her laughter was the only force capable of resurrecting him from death. That and her eyes, of course, especially when they sparkled with mischievousness.

“Wait! Look,” Before he had a chance to see what she was pointing at, she covered the letter with her hand, completely defeating the purpose of asking someone to look.

“I am trying.”

"No, wait. Before I show you, you know how you always ask why I always sign: Love, my name, and then an exclamation mark with a heart instead of a dot?"

If he was honest, the question about her peculiar signature had crossed his mind only a couple of times. However, with the letter concealed and her mischievous grin, he wondered if uncovering the reason was a journey worth embarking on. “Mhmm...”

“Look!” She said while pointing at Kaz’s - or, well, five year old kaz’s signature. “Look, look, look, look, look.” Kaz couldn’t help but smile at her excitement, but he still couldn’t fathom why she was making such a fuss over his childhood attempt at penmanship. “Sweetheart, I am looking.”

There it was, his old signature in all its glory, proudly proclaiming, "Love, Kaz!"

[pinkbubbles06]

Rosekiller Headcannons:

Pt. 2

Pt. 1

Some of these are my own and others are ones I agree with so if some seem familiar that’s why lol. Enjoy!!!!!! Gosh I love them so much. I need like a semi canonical fic of them stat.

* I like to think that Barty was the sweetest of souls when he was younger, but the constant abuse from his father and the cold world damaged him a lot. He also is bipolar so ya know…. Uhhh… yeah…😅

* Barty has long and slender fingers and it would always drive Evan nuts when Barty would wear rings on his hands and nervously play with them

* Barty also developed a tick/constant habit of darting hit tongue out of his mouth to wet his lips. Evan never learned why he did it but found it oddly endearing.

* I feel like Barty couldn't fall asleep without like a million pillows. Unless he had Evan. He would have the best sleep of his life when he slept with Evan.

* Barty will Call Evan Dimples

* The Infamous Three™ know French so they talk in it when they want to say shit about other people.

Evan knows German but rarely uses it.

Barty knows Italian and oh boy, his Italian. Evan got so hard the first time Barty started talking in Italian that he thought he was going to cream his pants. Barty talks in Italian when he drinks which is Evan's worst nightmare since Barty becomes even more flirty when drunk. Every time Barty calls him "mio amato" (my beloved), Evan MELTS (he stills swears he is straight™ and not completely in love with Barty).

When Barty wants to talk about Evan without being pried on, he talks on Italian. Reg knows Spanish and they make it work.

* Barty is Scottish and Evan is French.

* Barty picked up a bunch of languages by the age of 15 because his father decided it was mandatory for his son. (Crouch Sr. canonically knows around 200 languages)

* barty loves the snow. he could spend hours out in the cold without a warming charm if it weren't for his friends getting onto him about him possibly getting sick. he loves sledding down the hills at hogwarts, racing his friends to see who wins. he always does. he also likes snowball fights, building a snowman, and making snow angels. it was something him and his mother cherished so he likes to bask in those precious memories when he can.

* conversely, evan hates snow. his faces crinkles up at the sight of it. he makes sure he bundles himself up and uses warming charms as much as he can. most of the time he sits watching his friends enjoy the snow, throwing snowballs at each other. then barty just shows up with that damned smile of his, his eyes full of wonder at the snow falling down. barty will shoot him a grin just before he throws a snowball. sure, evan hates the snow, but he does genuinely appreciate how happy it makes his boyfriend.

* it is a matter of fact that Barty and Evan spoiled each other constantly, with materialistic things or with kisses and hugs.

* Evan’s birthday is June 20th

* Barty loved to doodle. He would sometimes just grab a marker or something and gently and carefully draw on Evan’s hands or arms. Whichever was easiest to doodle on at the time.

* Barty is secretly a book worm and could talk for days on end to Evan about what he reads.

* Evan isn't much of a reader but he will read anything if Barty suggests it to him, because he absolutely loves seeing him ramble. Barty will also annotate books for him when he borrows them. Don’t get him started on the love poems.

* Barty is so smart. But like in the doesn't need to try smart - tests come easy to him sort of smart

* Evan is completely and totally scared of all bugs ever, and he has to get reg or barty to kill them when they get into the dorm. Barty will sometimes terrorize him by bring the bug really close to him in his hand. Evan screams bloody murder every time. Barty gets such a kick out of it lol.

* When someone asks Barty if he wasn’t something to eat, he’ll say ‘you’ in a deadpan tone (mainly to Evan)

* Evan is possessive as fuck, he will actually glare anyone down that even looks in Barty's direction and will proceed to plan a murder.

* Evan was just a little bit more unhinged than Barty was at Hogwarts. But after school, and after he was a legal adult, Barty let loose and they were both unhinged together!!😁

* Barty and Evan share beds a ton, and the first time it happened was because Barty was having a hard day and Evan snuck in and held him through the night,

* Barty also has nightmares and instinctively looks for evan when he wakes up; Evan is always there

* Barty secretly proposed to Evan when they were 16. No one knew about it. Ever. And no one could ever tell because they almost always both wore rings. So they were engaged until Evan died, because they never got to get married because of all the “no gay marriage!!” In the 70s/80s

* I like to think Barty fell first but when Evan fell for him too Barry’s love grew deeper once he had him. So basically he fell first and he also fell harder.

* Barty never holds people's hands, he just wraps his fingers around their wrist. Friends or Lovers.

Evan has no idea why, maybe it's a preference or something?

Barty actually does it to check if the person he's with has a pulse and is real, a small reassurance for his anxiety

* evan has brown eyes, and barty collects rocks when they match the color perfectly. He’s kinda like a crow that way. He will find things that remind him of Evan, or that make him think of him, and he will give them to Evan. He keeps every single one.

* Barty has deep emerald green eyes.

* Evan adores it when Barty runs his fingers through his hair. He gets shivers down his spine every time.

* They both actively tried to summon ghosts

* Evan has like really bad circulation so he's like ALWAYS cold. And Barty is always a furnace

* Barty would often just bite Evan’s shoulder. Evan eventually go a tattoo of Barry’s bite marks on his left shoulder.

* Harley Quinn and Barty Crouch Jr. are interchangeable and you cannot convince me otherwise.

* Like, “what’s that I should kill everyone in escape? oh sorry, it’s the voices… I’m kidding!!! that’s not what they actually said.”

* Evan would often put his hand on Barry’s throat and Barty lived for every second of it. The Horny Bastard.

* I just know that Barty and Evan had so many dramatic break ups over the pettiest things

* They did it so they could have hate sex🤣🤣

* Barty would always tell Evan that he hopes that he would die first. He always said he never wanted to live in a world where Evan wasn’t in it….

* The skittles(Barty, Evan, Reggie, Panda, and Dorcas) all made an unbreakable vow that only death would do them part… and it did…

* Everyone thinks that they can’t stand each other when in public, but alone, or just with their friends, they are literally unbearable

* Evan wears baggy clothes and Barty wears tight clothes. Fight me on this.

* Also Evan has the sluttiest waist known to mankind.

* The fist Slytherin party that Evan actually danced at, he was so insecure. So Barty convinced him that no one was looking at Evan and that they were just looking at Barty. And after a few drinks, Barty had convinced Evan of that and he just let lose. And holy shit were they hot together. Kinda like the song by Sabrina carpenter if u know what I mean….

* Like, Barty would say “They aren’t even looking at you Ev, they’re looking at me.” Then Evan would say, “But I don’t want them to look at you Barty.”

* Evan took his shirt off a few times at a couple of party’s and literally all eyes were on him but he didn’t care cus Barty was there, Hands tightly secured to his waist and glaring at anyone who even glanced at Evan.

* Barty is a pyromaniac, and when that happens only Dorcas and Pandora can settle it. Evan can too but he usually just enables him🤣

* When Evan goes missing it doesn’t take Barty long to figure out he is dead. It totally sent him off the deep end and caused him to put all of his devotion into the only thing he had left, Voldemort.

* Also, once he found out Evan was dead he went straight to Pandora. She was the only one of their friends would would even think about talking to him. He was miserable, he wouldnt leave his room at Pandoras house for days.

* I am also completely convinced that Bartemius Crouch Sr had Evan assassinated after he found out about him and Barty.

* Like you know how canonically moody was trying to take him prisoner, but Evan was fighting so damn hard that Moody had to kill him. I think that was his order along. You can’t convince me otherwise. that is what happened.

* When he is posing as Moody, Barty finds out about this and kills his dad because of it. And also because of the god awful abuse. Duh.🙄

* Also, a little before torturing Alice and Frank Longbottom, Barty tried to obliviate himself so he would just forget Evan and Regulus because the pain of losing them was too much. In his attempt, because his emotions were so high, he messed it up and he went insane. This also caused him to halusenate Evan and Regulus. The halusenations of them were the ones who convinced him that Alice and Frank killed Evan. (Barty already knew how Regulus died.)

* Regulus told Kreature to tell Evan and Barty how he died, knowing they would keep his secret. And they did until they died.

[utahimeow]

SEX101 — kageyama tobio [lesson 3.]

summary — your virgin best friend asks you to teach him how to have sex.

pairing — kageyama x f!reader

warnings — nsfw content. minors dni. oral (m and f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, possessive reader, fluff

word count — 4.6k

author’s note — it only took three and a half months but the final part is finally here !! hope u enjoy <3

read part one here and part two here!

When Kageyama texts you that he's on his way to Ayumi's house for the night, you don't respond. In fact you have to throw your phone away from yourself so you don't text him something too spiteful.

What you don't know is that Kageyama is fighting the urge to cancel his date because the only person he wants to see right now is you. He's not sure when the initial spark of excitement about Ayumi faded away when it had only been two weeks since he had even met her, but all that's running through his mind is that it's still not too late and that he still has time to tell her that his brother got in a car accident (he doesn't have a brother).

But Kageyama’s too much of a pussy. ‘How bad could it be, anyway?’ he thinks. Who’s to say it won’t go super well, and he’ll want to see Ayumi again? The poor, unassuming Ayumi, whose face in Kageyama’s mind will undoubtedly be replaced by yours tonight. 

You probably should turn your phone off and watch some show or movie that’ll distract you from thinking about your best friend, but the more reckless part of your brain tells you to pick up your phone and scroll through your social media just in case of something. A text. A call. Whether it’s good or bad. Anything that will feed your restless mind.

Less than an hour after Kageyama’s initial text you get another from him. Manifestation indeed works.

hi. i’m on my way to yours

You frown as you type back to him, overflowing with questions in your thoughts. This can’t be a sign of anything good, but despite that there’s a selfish feeling of excitement looming over you.

okay

are u ok??

yes

Unfortunately the thumbs up emoji he sends is not enough to reassure you.

Kageyama shows up at your house twenty minutes later with an expression that gives no hint to his sudden arrival. There's a small pout on his lips, as is standard for the boy, but other than that, he stares at you blankly. 

"Tobio? What happened?" you ask, beckoning him inside. Ever the mystery, he's quiet as he follows behind you on the way up to your room, a little closer than you expect from him.

This time, he hardly hesitates when he lands on your bed next to you. In fact he sits so close to you that your legs touch, and he doesn't shrivel away at the contact.

"...Things went bad, didn't they?" you ask. Your hand settles on his muscular thigh in a test of waters. Kageyama's shoulders fall in a slow sigh.

"Ayumi told me to leave."

"Why?" you near-shout.

Kageyama swallows hard. He hesitates, eyes flicking up to yours before they drop back down to your hand where your fingers are drawing small shapes against him now.

After a long pause, he finally speaks. "I couldn't get hard."

Your hand stops. You sit up straighter, boring your eyes into his, searching for some sort of hint that he’s kidding. Your jaw drops as you search for something to say–you want to console him but no matter how hard you try you can’t seem to push away the overwhelming rage that stirs within you.

"Are you serious?" you ask, quietly. 

Kageyama nods, shoulders slumped. His irises are dull with shame. Your body starts to boil, and your jaw clenches. The sight of him lights a fire within you, a dark flame of regret that you even let her get the chance to have him. You're half tempted to ask for his phone so you can give the girl a piece of your mind.

You pull yourself out of your spiral though, fingers tenderly lifting Kageyama's head by his chin so that his eyes meet yours. You're almost scared you'll hurt him like this, fingertips just barely brushing over his soft skin.

"You better not be blaming yourself, you hear me?" you say, and despite the demanding nature of your words, you say them softly. "If she really liked you she wouldn’t have had a problem waiting for you."

He nods his head, still pensive, but his features slowly start to fill with a recognisable clarity.

And along with your rage, a sense of pride grows inside you too–it’s the last thing that you should be thinking about, but your kisses worked. Your touches worked. He got hard just from touching your boobs. He lasted as quickly as you wrapped your lips around him. Perhaps you should feel ashamed, the fact that you technically 'ruined' Kageyama's chances with his date. However his ever-intense gaze at you quashes any guilt before it can bloom into anything significant.

You swear there's relief in how he stares at you.

"What's on your mind?" you ask, but you doubt you'll get much of a response. Mostly it's your way of prying at him to show you rather than tell you.

Dark blue eyes flicker from your stare down to your mouth.

"I really want to kiss," he admits quietly, swallowing hard. 

It's so unexpected from him that even your heart leaps and your breath hitches and your head starts to spin a little. From the way his cheeks burn, you think that he didn’t expect it from himself either.

"Then kiss me, Tobio."

And he falls forward into you before your mind can even comprehend what's happening. The breath is knocked out of your lungs, both from the force that he smashes his mouth to yours with and the shock from the entire ordeal that leaves you reeling.

It takes a moment for you to come to your bearings enough to kiss him back. It's hardly enough to keep up with the fervent movement of his lips against yours though. His warm tongue prods at your bottom lip, reserved yet somehow he's simultaneously so demanding. He licks into your mouth like he's hungry, like he's desperate. 

Rough hands make their way to cup your face, drawing you impossibly closer against him. Him being so much larger than you means it takes him hardly any effort to push you gently backwards against the mattress. One hand plants itself beside your head to keep him hovering above your body, the other glued to your jaw while your mouths mingle in a mess of saliva.

Then he’s trailing along your curves with a feather-light touch, ghosting his fingers over your thighs, squeezing gently. Still he touches you with a sweet curiosity because he’s still learning everything about you, but his usual hesitation is replaced with a gentle confidence. It’s a big development from your first lesson (hookup) with him, where he looked as though he was going to pass out when you guided his hand to your body. 

You stuff your hands beneath his sweater so you can shove the article upwards and help him shrug it over his head. His lips land back on yours the moment he’s shirtless, and it can’t be unreasonable for you to mourn the fact that you can’t see his toned abdomen right now. But his kisses are so addicting that it makes your brain fuzzy and your disappointment is soon forgotten.

Right as Kageyama’s fingers dip beneath the elastic of your leggings, you grab his wrist abruptly. 

He looks so frightened that you can’t help but laugh in his face, but at least it assures him that he hadn’t done something wrong.

“Babe,” you start. And the word slips out, but it feels right and yours and Kageyama’s lack of acknowledgement of it indicates everything. “I still owe you from the other night.”

It’s your hand that makes its way south this time. You reach between both your bodies, slyly settling against his clothed crotch. To your lack of surprise, Kageyama is rock hard.

He swallows hard as his eyes grow distant and his gaze becomes concentrated. You’re familiar with this expression. He’s thinking hard. Contemplating. Weighing his options. It’s practically his default expression when he’s playing volleyball.

“Tobio,” you say, interrupting his thoughts. “Just let me take care of you, dummy.”

Your fingers squeeze at his cock through his jeans and in an instant he melts. He relaxes against you, lets you shove at his chest until he’s on his back and you’re between his legs and you’re practically licking your lips at the sight of his defined muscles all splayed out for you. 

Ever so teasing, you decide to bend forward, dropping your mouth to his neck instead of touching his cock again. And this time, you don’t hold yourself back from nipping softly at his flesh. The way his breathing stops as your teeth graze over his sensitive spots has you grinning, lips curling even wider once you pull away to admire your work. He looks gorgeous, marked up with faint lovebites, indicators of you on him.

Swiftly, you pull your own t-shirt over your head and toss it onto the floor and your leggings follow it not long after.

Your gaze is locked on him the entire time you fiddle with the button of his pants, before you move onto the zipper, before you’re pulling his jeans down his long legs and he’s so relieved that you’re done teasing him. Fingers crawling past the band of his boxers, you tug them off him hurriedly, growing just as impatient as Kageyama. 

The sight of his cock never disappoints. Everything about this boy is so pretty. The veins along his shaft match the ones on his arms and all you can think is how it was made for your mouth. 

One of your hands curls around his thickness, gives a few pumps, and then your tongue darts out to swirl around his tip. There’s a slight saltiness from the pre-cum that drools from his slit. Kageyama shudders instantly, forever in awe and doubtful that he’ll ever get used to the warm and wet sensation. 

Just to torture him a little, you tap his cock against your tongue a few times, an image so lewd that Kageyama can’t help but moan out loud. He’s in disbelief again, struggling to grasp how on earth he got this lucky. When your mouth finally envelops him, it takes everything in him to not thrust into you uncontrollably–he knows that even if you let him, he’d cum then and there. 

His fingers curl into the bedsheets below him, an attempt to control himself. Even if it’s futile, even if he knows he’ll be on the verge of losing his very last grip on reality with the way you move your mouth up and down him–he’s determined to hang on.

It’s why you go a little slower, take your time. It’s not a lesson anymore. It’s ‘payback’, technically, but that’s shoved to the back of your mind and replaced with an eagerness to make your sweet best friend see stars. You don’t take him all the way to the base just yet, focusing on his tip, getting him worked up. Well, more worked up than he already is. 

Every wet flick of your tongue against Kageyama’s tip is met with a hiss or a shuddered gasp. The hand you have wrapped around his thick base starts to pump up and down, ever so slowly, ever so lightly. Saliva slips out of the corners of your mouth as you suckle at his head. Your hand smears it all along the rest of his length, the slick noise it makes sparking a heat deep in your core. 

Your eyes flicker up to your best friend’s face with a flash of deviousness behind them as you slowly start to swallow the remainder of his length. Every bob of your head you bring your mouth lower, choking on his cock before you’re even halfway. 

Kageyama’s thighs tremble. Perfectly straight teeth clamp down on his bottom lip while his eyes roll into the back of his head. You have to remind yourself to keep going, to physically force yourself to not pause and stare because he looks like a god among men.

You still haven’t worked the entirety of his cock into your mouth when it twitches, and with a guttural moan as your only warning, he spills his load down your throat. Salty warmth fills your mouth before you swallow it down happily, but when you peer up at Kageyama, he’s got his face buried in his hands.

“Fuck. I did it again,” he groans. “I’m so sorry.”

“Tobi-”

He doesn’t give you a chance to reassure him, flipping you onto your back like you’re weightless before you even comprehend what’s happening. 

“Can I make it up to you?” His hand trails up your thigh, inching closer to your panties, making you shudder. He’s barely even had the time to recover from his orgasm, yet his eyes are eager, like a dog ready to play fetch. 

“Please,” you say, surprised by how breathless you are.

In an instant your underwear is torn down your legs, your dripping pussy exposed to him. Kageyama presses a light kiss to the inside of your thigh, moves to the other side and kisses it again, and again, and again, switching from leg to leg until he’s hovering above your heat. 

Finally, he’s diving into your cunt, sliding his tongue between your folds without an ounce of hesitation. He makes his home there, already familiar with it.

While his tongue glides over your clit, two of his fingers prod at your entrance, sliding in with ease from the way you’re soaked with arousal from your getting him off. All of his self-control evaporates. He doesn’t want to tease you, no. He wants to see you writhe. Your hand tangles into his hair like an instinct, clinging to his locks when a swipe of his tongue sends pinpricks of pleasure shooting through your veins.

“Mmh, Tobio,” you whine, tossing your head back. It makes his concentrated gaze shoot up to meet yours when you say it. His ocean eyes are almost black from how dilated they are, sparkling apologetically.

With his fingers knuckle-deep inside you, Kageyama reaches your spongy sensitive spot with no effort and has you moaning out swears every second. His fingertips reach it with every pump of his digits and along with his lips that wrap around your clit and suck, it’s no surprise that you feel him bringing you closer and closer to the edge with every passing second.

His fingers keep working your hole when he pulls his mouth away from you despite your harsh grip in his hair, and your curiosity is curbed when he lets a wad of spit dribble down to your clit. You’ll question him about where he learned that later, but right now your eyes are rolling back and your hands are grasping at the sheets beneath you when he then continues to swipe his tongue over your throbbing heat. You're shocked, really, that you haven't cum yet from the way this boy puts his soul into eating your pussy.

By now, each thrust of Kageyama’s fingers comes with an obscene squelch from the mixture of spit and slick that drips out of you.  That's when you notice it—his hips are moving back and forth against the mattress. Like he didn't just cum.

"Oh, fuck, Tobio," you start as your pussy pulses around his fingers. "I'm close, baby."

You don't need to say anymore. He's curling his fingers inside you, thrusting them in and out of you impossibly fast as his mouth slurps and sucks at your sensitive bud relentlessly.

Before long your vision turns white. Your back arches off the bed as your orgasm sinks into every one of your muscles, making you sob out high-pitched moans. Your legs quiver as Kageyama finger-fucks you through your climax, after which you sink into the bed, still gasping for air.

When you peer up at him as he rises to his knees, you’re met with the sight of his cock–standing straight up in all its intimidating glory.

“You’re hard again?” you ask, eyes wide as you gaze up at him.

Kageyama’s cheeks burn and he curls into himself a little. “Making you feel good makes me feel good,” he admits, shrugging.

You’re beaming up at him like a smitten fool, but how can anyone possibly blame you? 

It’s easy to assume that Kageyama is heartless. Most people do–from how standoffish and rude he is at times, many don’t bother to look past that. It pisses you off. 

They don’t know that he gives you his umbrella in torrential rain. That he gives you his lunch when you forget to bring yours. That he lets you hog the one blanket you’re sharing at a sleepover so that you’re not cold. That he cusses out the idiots who are making fun of you. Yeah, he’s mean, and awkward, and short-tempered… but he’s also sweet, and kind, and he cares. It’s his nature.

“Wanna try be on top this time?” you say, raking your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. He nods with certainty, leaning down to kiss you with a tenderness that makes you melt into the mattress. 

After he pulls away, he stares at you with a tiny smile, then reaches a hand in between your smushed-together bodies so he can guide his cock to your hole–it’s just begging to be filled, and how could he possibly deprive your sweet pussy of its needs?

This time, Kageyama knows to take it slow. He pushes the tip against your opening gently, cat-like eyes fixed on your face in search of the slightest hint of discomfort. He sinks into your warmth slowly, inch by inch, in spite of the stinging sensitivity in his cock from his previous climax. 

Once he’s fully sheathed inside of you and his pelvis is pressed against yours, a high-pitched whine leaves your throat, so sudden that Kageyama’s face drops and he thinks he’s hurt you. Then he sees your face, coiled up into pleasure and he relaxes again. He remembers how you rode him, the way you rocked your hips and took all of him with no issues–with a smile on your face and your eyelashes batting, and he realises he’s a fool for thinking you couldn’t handle him.

“Gonna move, yeah?” he breathes out, fixing the position of his hands where they’re next to your head.

“Yes, Tobio,” you say, whining again. Your voice like this makes his cock jump. It’s dangerous.

Kageyama pulls out until just his tip remains, then slams back inside you in a way that knocks the breath out of your lungs. Within seconds he finds his pace, hard and fast and earnest, and it sends you reeling, giving you no room to breathe.

The way his cock stretches out your walls is heavenly, like he’s reaching every last part of you. Meanwhile the feeling of you wrapped around him, warm and tight as you suck him in, makes Kageyama think he would give up the world for you. He’s truly and utterly addicted. It’s no wonder he’d spent the last few weeks falling asleep thinking of your mouth, your hands, your tits, your cunt. You’ve got him under a spell. He’d spend an eternity buried inside you if he could.

“Does it feel okay?” he asks, as if your parted mouth and your nonstop moans don’t give him his answer. But he craves communication. He wants to hear you say it–only then would he be satisfied.

For a second you forget that this is his first time actually fucking someone. You spared him from doing the work last time, so the way he rocks his hips against you makes you wonder just how much porn he’s been watching. He refuses to let you forget he’s an athlete with his strokes, so precise, nothing short of perfect. All he’s known his entire life is flawless, polished movements, and it shows.

“Feels so good, Tobio,” you reply, high-pitched and needy. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. He feels it too, gives a low grunt when his cock sinks into you even further at a brand new angle that makes you both feel dizzy.

Your hands, locked at the back of Kageyama’s neck, pull his face towards you until his lips are on yours. He can’t help the way his hips slow just a little as your tongue shoves against his–it’s too much for him to handle. The way you kiss him with insatiable greed overwhelms his senses, making him wish he could melt into you. He’s so close to you, but still not close enough. 

After you pull away so you can breathe, Kageyama rests his forehead on yours, both of you sweaty and boiling hot. He’s able to pick up his pace again, this time ramming into you even harder when he peers into your blown-out eyes. They’re so dreamy as you stare back at him, glimmering with want and wonder. He has no idea how he went all those years without kissing you.

His head drops to your neck, leaving soft, wet kisses against it because he remembers you doing that to him. You clench around him instantly, giving a soft, breathy gasp as shivers run through your entire body. 

“Doing so- ah- so well, baby. Gonna cum soon,” you manage, but it’s half-moaned. Your nails rake down the toned expanse of his back, urging him on. Kageyama’s cock throbs at your praise and he shoots up, sitting back on his heels, ploughing through you with abandon, with no thoughts in his mind other than to make you climax. 

His dark eyes are aflame with an intimidating concentration and his jaw clenches. Blunt nails dig into your hips, pinching into your flesh so hard but you can’t even think about the bruises that will undoubtedly form. He uses his grip on you to drag you along his cock, abandoning all morals as he fucks into you so intensely that your eyes begin to brim with tears.

You jolt when his thumb lands on your swollen clit. He begins to twirl it in rapid circles and you’re squirming immediately, arching your back off the bed with obscene noises dripping from your mouth. He’s feeding the flame in your lower abdomen with every push and pull of his hips, every flick of his finger against your sensitive bud dragging you closer and closer to your edge.

It’s only a few more seconds before your orgasm comes hurtling towards you, crashing into you like a wave that makes your limbs go taut. Your mind is blank–all you know is the warm pleasure pulsing deep in your core, flowing all the way to the tips of your fingers and making you scream. 

It doesn’t help that Kageyama hasn’t slowed down. Even as your pussy spasms and clenches around him, he’s relentlessly pounding away, chasing his own climax now.

“Want you to cum for me, Tobio,” you pant, still recovering from your high.

“I-inside? Can I?”

“Mhm,” you say, nodding, giving him a sweet, fucked out smile. Your walls squeeze around him, squelching with every stroke as if it were begging to be filled up and he obeys, of course. 

Kageyama gives a resounding groan as he buries himself as deep as he possibly can inside you and pumps you full. His cock twitches with every spurt, abdomen muscles tensing and his hands grabbing at the flesh of your waist, hips, thighs. Small, shuddered gasps leave his swollen lips until he’s given all that he can give and his broad shoulders heave as he tries to catch his breath. 

And despite how he’s literally inside you and how you’re filled to the brim with his cum, it’s not enough. You’re tugging at his hands until he leans forward, puzzled as to what you’re up to until you bring his lips to yours. It’s sloppy and sweet–just the way you like it. 

You hum against his mouth, satisfied–although that’s an understatement. You’re in heaven. With your arms wrapped around Kageyama’s shoulders, you drag him down to the mattress next to you, grinning blissfully. Like instinct, his arms wrap around your waist and he pulls your body flush against his, both of you too content to be concerned about being covered in sweat. 

“You were so good, Tobio. So so good,” you tell him, pressing a kiss to his pec where you lay. “You’re getting so much better already. You’re a quick learner, you know.”

“I am?” he asks, ever so clueless. It’s adorable.

“Yes.” 

Silence fills the air as Kageyama ponders what you said. He knows he’s gotten better since the first time you helped him, obviously. But he also knows very well that he still has a lot to learn. And when he gazes down at you, your eyes fluttering shut from fatigue, he’s determined to be better for you. 

“Can I ask you a question?” he says in a small tone. 

You blink up at him, nodding with a gentle smile. “Ask me.”

“Are we… like… boyfriend and girlfriend? Or like- I don’t- how does-”

Your giggles cut off his rambling and that’s when he thinks he’s fucked up everything. His blood turns cold with dread. How stupid could he be?

“Do you want to be boyfriend and girlfriend?” is what you ask, with warmth blooming your chest. You bite back from smirking.

“Well- yeah, but only if you do,” he says. 

As if your nude body is not pressed against him, as if you’re not leaking his cum, which–yes, perhaps to some means little to nothing. But you touch each other with something other than lust. When whispers of his name turn to cries, it’s not only with need, but with adoration. Ever since your first time with him, it’s been so much more. 

“Obviously I do, dumbass,” you say, flicking his nipple. “When you told me you had a date I…” You pause. ‘Wanted her dead?’ No, that’s too much. “I was so jealous of her. And I had no idea why, because you were just supposed to be my best friend.”

“So, all my teammates were right? You remember how often they’d mistake you for my girlfriend?”

Your mouth drops, opening and closing repeatedly as your face burns. “Okay, but- that wasn’t- I didn’t know I had feelings for you then! Man, have I had feelings for you that long?”

You’re brought back to yours and Kageyama’s first year at Karasuno, when you cursed the building down during one of his matches against Seijoh–more specifically against Oikawa. And when you jumped into a teary-eyed Kageyama’s arms to comfort him after his team’s loss, eyebrows certainly raised (it was only when you got a boyfriend in second year that they believed that you weren’t dating Kageyama. Except you broke up with him three weeks later because you ‘lost feelings for him’ and now you realise it’s because he wasn’t Kageyama).

“God, we’re idiots,” you say, smacking your hand over your face. When you peer up at your boyfriend, you find him staring at the ceiling. 

“Hey, we should go to the aquarium tomorrow,” he says. 

You snort, expecting nothing less from him. “Don’t you have practice tomorrow?”

“Yeah, but I have a girlfriend now. She’s more important.” He’s grinning, all lopsided and cheesy.

You scoff at him, but really your tummy is fluttering and your heart is racing and you’re so warm with love. 

“Fine. We’ll go to the aquarium, but don’t make skipping practise a regular thing, you hear me?”

“We’ve been dating for five minutes and you’re already telling me what to do,” he teases.

“It’ll be no longer than five minutes if you don’t shut your mouth, Kageyama.”

tags — @tobiote @ushiwhacka

[sgt-seabass]

Joining in on the clockwork fan train, I have a Drabble prompt if you are interested. Nick often plays fast and loose with reader’s safety, and although he’s a control freak so he thinks of everything to prevent her getting harmed (like using air rifle etc) I wonder how he might react if he goes too far/something goes wrong and she does actually get badly hurt from one of his games. Maybe playtime gone wrong or he misjudged his strength. Would he feel guilt, or shrug it off?

𝒔𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚

pairing — mob boss!prime alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader w/c — 1.9k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. part of the Clockwork AU. listening to — ♫ sip u slowly warnings — general dark elements, smut (dubcon due to stokholm, p in v, cunnilingus), choking to the point of passing out and bruising, possessiveness, pet names (pup, puppy, omega), a/b/o dynamics, very light medical elements, reference to past minor character death a/n — i hope you like it! thank you so much for the support and interest in the Clockwork AU! written on my phone. thank you so much to @rookthorne for helping with beta and suggestions 🥺🥺💙 this was meant to be short whoops.

Nick had been insatiable, fucking you for hours and eating you out each time in-between sessions.

After a work deal had gone awry and lives had been lost, he wanted nothing more than to bury his problems in your tight heat. With your essence on his tongue, he could be absolved of his irreverence.

Nick was angry. He didn’t take to fuck ups well.

When he’d heard about an omega retrieval gone wrong that ended with the death of a few targeted girls, he was irate.

Nick had to murder his men for their actions. They were there to capture them, not kill them - professionalism was expected, mandated, in his organisation. Nick didn’t need more red in his ledger, yet it seemed to have a way of seeping in, tainting the pages and bleeding everywhere.

His temper was no more than his inner child locked in an endless cycle of self-flagellation, so he fixated on you to distract himself. He’d created you and turned you into the omega he wanted. However, the problem with manipulating is that you deny yourself the love and support that partnership provides. Nick knew he was fooling himself by thinking you were unequivocally his, so he wanted to show you how good he could make you feel.

The urge boiled beneath his skin, an unbridled need to claim you; to fuck you into oblivion.

Barely keeping himself restrained, he’d carried you to the bedroom just after dinner, and the sun had long set. His need for you continued into the early morning.

By the time the clock hit three am, you were exhausted. That much was evident by the way your eyes struggled to stay open even as you orgasmed. The little sounds Nick pulled from you got whinier and more strained the more your body tried to get its rest.

But there was no rest for the wicked, and Nick was certainly feeling sinful.

“Give me another, puppy,” Nick growled to you, face between your legs before moaning at the taste of his seed and your wet mixing.

“I’m tired, alpha. I can’t.” You whimpered, sweat dotting your brow while your back arched against the silk bedsheets. “S’too much.”

“Uh-uh. You don’t get to decide that. I’ll tell you when it’s enough, omega.” Nick’s voice reverberated against your clit before he gently sucked it, causing your fingers to fist into the sheets from the unrelenting pleasure.

This was Nick’s favourite way to have you. Crumpled from the euphoria he caused you. You’d fought so hard against him, but at the end of the day, you ended up right where you belonged.

In his bed.

Nick started slow, drawing circles around your clit before replacing his tongue with his fingers. He flicked his finger while his mouth pressed kisses along your hip and down your thigh. Nick couldn’t help himself when it came to tasting all of you, so he bit into the supple flesh of your thigh as he kept working your sensitive clit.

Your wail only served to make Nick bite again, closer to your cunt this time. Fuck, your tears were gorgeous. “Does it hurt, omega?” When you nodded in response, Nick slapped your thigh. “Use your words.”

“Ye— Yes. Hurts, alpha.”

“Mm, but you look so beautiful with my marks.” Nick looked at the teeth marks adorning your skin, smirking to himself before turning his attention back to your clit. “Tell me what you want, puppy. Tell me what you need.”

Your thighs clenched, and Nick chuckled dryly as he ground himself against the bed, his erection painfully hard. He wanted to do nothing more than fuck you senseless, but it was worth waiting if it meant he got to see you shatter.

“I need…” You stopped yourself, and Nick could see the embarrassment in your expression. It was beautiful. “I need your mouth, please, alpha.”

“Such nice manners,” Nick praised before giving you exactly what you wanted.

He drank you in slowly, running his tongue over your folds and watching how you responded. You were so tense. As if each muscle was waiting for the anticipated precipice. And Nick would give it to you, but he wanted his fun first.

Deft fingers pulled your folds apart, and Nick groaned at the sight of you. Glistening and inviting. “Such a pretty pussy, pup. Prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.”

Nick ran his flat tongue up your cunt, starting with long, languid licks that began to gradually get faster. Nick placed a hand on your stomach to stablise you as his broad strokes got shorter, turning into quick flicks across your clit.

He didn’t stop, not tiring even as the clock ticked away on the bedside table.

The tell-tale signs of your impending orgasm started to show as Nick alternated between licking and sucking, his hand running up and down your thigh as the other held you down. Your body tensed, and it goaded Nick to go faster, gripping your flesh tightly.

Nick hummed against your clit, and the dams burst. Like music to his ears, your mewls turned high-pitched as you came, your juices gushing down his chin. Nick had lost count of how many orgasms you’d had tonight, but each one was better than the last. He’d never get sick of this.

“My puppy does love playtime, don’t you, baby?” Nick watched as your glazed eyes looked at him, surprised at the new pet name. Baby. It’s endearing. Intimate. “You’re going to sit back and let your alpha do all the work now, right? Puppies are just too silly to do anything but lay down and get fucked.”

Seeing you so raw, so vulnerable, was bringing out the beast in Nick. The further down this rabbit hole he fell, the harder it was to keep his semblance of control. If you tried to make a run for it right now, he might actually kill you, too lost in the chase of his prey to realise what was happening. But you don’t run. Instead, you shuffled a little up the sheets, so your head rested on one of the satin pillows.

You knew you couldn’t escape, so you prepared yourself to be comfortable. Nick crawled up the bed, cock standing proud between his parted thighs, and he loomed over you. “Are you scared, puppy?”

Nick smiled when you gave him an odd look like you weren’t sure what response he wanted. “You should be.”

His words were the only warning you got before he mounted you, sheathing his dick in your dripping cunt with one swift motion of his hips. Nick let out a growl, pulling out the pillow from under you so he could grip the back of your neck. “Fuck. Fuck. You feel like fucking velvet, omega.”

The teasing nature Nick had earlier was long gone, replaced with a feral alpha desperate to breed. His thrusts were deep, rutting against your hips as his heavy breaths filled the room, mixed with your moans. It was a fucking symphony.

“This little cunt is mine, isn’t it? Tell me,” Nick snarled, pounding into your sore, used pussy without resolve.

“S’yours. All yours,” you sobbed into the cool air, tears streaking down your cheeks.

“That’s right. You’re fucking mine.” Nick moved his hand to rest on the front of your neck. He tiled his head back while his eyes fluttered closed.

It was a complete state of bliss. Nick didn’t look down as he let himself be free. No control, no thoughts. Just alpha.

You moaned with each plunge of his cock, but Nick didn’t notice the way your moans were weakening under the sound of smacking flesh.

Your hands clawed at Nick’s arm, but he didn’t even register it.

It wasn’t until you went quiet altogether that Nick opened his eyes.

Suddenly, cold washed over Nick when he looked down, his hand tight around your neck and your eyes closed. Not even a squeak came from your parted lips.

“Omega? Shit. Omega, open your eyes.” Nick tapped your cheek, but you were completely unconscious. “Puppy, wake up.”

He shook your shoulders, pulling his now soft cock out of you before he placed his finger under your nose. A sigh of relief left Nick when he felt the soft blow of your breath against his skin.

Nick’s jaw clenched, guilt awash over him. He was so lost in the moment he didn’t realise he’d begun squeezing, and he’d choked you out.

Your lack of response concerned Nick, so he sat on the bed, pulling you to his chest. He cradled you, and suddenly he was like his ten-year-old self again, holding the body of his dead sister on the living room floor. “Wake up. Please. I’ll… I’ll get you even more strawberries. You love them, right?”

You didn’t wake. Still soundly asleep and unaware of your distressed alpha.

In making you vulnerable, Nick had actually exposed himself. Desperate and alone, he was nothing without something of his own. Without you.

“Beck! Bring your med kit!” Nick’s voice boomed through the mansion, a prime alpha call.

Only moments later, Beck came barrelling through the door with his doctor’s bag. His eyes widened at the sight of you in Nick’s lap, mottled bruises already beginning to spread over your neck. “What happened?”

“I didn’t realise I was squeezing,” Nick’s voice came out monotone, devoid of emotion. His heart had begun to lock down. He wasn’t ready to lose anyone else.

Beck rushed over, gently taking you from Nick and resting you back against the bed. Your alpha moved away from the bed, arms crossed and expression cold as he watched.

“She’s alive,” Beck commented. You were obviously alive, but hearing Beck’s assurance eased Nick a little. The alpha always managed to calm him down.

There was a flurry of movement as Beck checked you over, Nick watching closely, not moving from his spot. As if he were a statue, frozen by pain.

“She’s going to be fine. I think she could use an IV with some fluids, and I can do a scan of her neck if you’re really worried,” Beck sighed, standing up. “But she’s okay. We could put her in the medical bay?”

“No. She stays here,” Nick snapped back quickly. Beck didn’t flinch, not phased by the icy mood of his boss. “Do the IV here.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll go get the stuff from downstairs if you want to get her into bed for me. Her body is pretty run down, so I imagine she’ll wake up when she’s got some energy back.” Not waiting for a response, Beck packed his things. On the way out, he passed Nick, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Accidents happen. It’s okay.”

Without further comment, Beck left, leaving Nick staring at you. He could have snapped your neck and not even realised.

Nick ran a hand over his face, the memories of his sister still fresh in his mind; he couldn’t protect her or his mother, but he could keep you safe. You were the only thing that had ever made him feel human.

After the loss of his family, he’d turned into a hardened shell. But something about you and your homely scent cracked his defences. Around you, his heart was exposed. It meant he could love with a burning intensity, but also hurt just as much.

Body tensed, Nick maneuvered you carefully so the sheet and duvet shielded you from the cool night air. You were covered in your slick and Nick’s cum, but washing you was an issue he’d resolve after you’d rested.

Waiting for Beck to return, Nick pulled up an armchair to sit beside you. He’d never let you see this side of him, not for now anyway. He wasn’t ready. But with you unaware, Nick leant forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m sorry, omega.”

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[the-replacemints]

The Cowboy by James Tate

source and transcript under the cut

Someone had spread an elaborate rumor about me, that I was in possession of an extraterrestrial being, and I thought I knew who it was. It was Roger Lawson. Roger was a practical joker of the worst sort, and up till now I had not been one of his victims, so I kind of knew my time had come. People parked in front of my house for hours and took pictures. I had to draw all my blinds and only went out when I had to. Then there was a barrage of questions. “What does he look like?” “What do you feed him?” “How did you capture him?” And I simple denied the presence of an extraterrestrial in my house. And, of course, this excited them all the more. The press showed up and started creeping around my yard. It got to be very irritating. More and more came and parked up and down the street. Roger was working overtime on this one. I had to do something. Finally, I made an announcement. I said, “The little fellow died peacefully in his sleep at 11:02 last night.” “Let us see the body,” they clamored. “He went up in smoke instantly,” I said. “I don’t believe you,” one of them said. “There is no body in the house or I would have buried it myself,” I said. About half of them got in their cars and drove off. The rest of them kept their vigil, but more solemnly now. I went out and bought some groceries. When I came back about an hour later another half of them had gone. When I went into the kitchen I nearly dropped the groceries. There was a nearly transparent fellow with large pink eyes standing about three feet tall. “Why did you tell them I was dead? That was a lie,” he said. “You speak English,” I said. “I listen to the radio. It wasn’t very hard to learn. Also we have television. We get all your channels. I like cowboys, especially John Ford movies. They’re the best,” he said. “What am I going to do with you?” I said. “Take me to meet a real cowboy. That would make me happy,” he said. “I  don’t know any real cowboys, but maybe we could find one. But people will go crazy if they see you. We’d have press following us everywhere. It would be the story of a century,” I said. “I can be invisible. It’s not hard for me to do,” he said. “I’ll think about it. Wyoming or Montana would be our best bet, but they’re a long way from here,” I said. “Please, I won’t cause you any trouble,” he said. “It would take some planning,” I said. I put the groceries down and started putting them away. I tried not to think of the cosmic meaning of all this. Instead, I treated him like a smart little kid. “Do you have any sarsaparilla?” he said. “No, but I have some orange juice. It’s good for you,” I said. He drank it and made a face. “I’m going to get the maps out,” I said. “We’ll see how we could get there.” When I came back he was dancing on the kitchen table, a sort of ballet, but very sad. “I have the maps,” I said. “We won’t need them. I just received word. I’m going to die tonight. It’s really a joyous occasion, and I hope you’ll help me celebrate by watching The Magnificent Seven,” he said. I stood there with the maps in my hand. I felt an unbearable sadness come over me. “Why must you die?” I said. “Father decides these things. It is probably my reward for coming here safely and meeting you,” he said. “But I was going to take you to meet a real cowboy,” I said. “Let’s pretend you are my cowboy,” he said.

[wndaswife]

Hey!

Could you please write a dark fic with Wanda being very jealous and possessive??

-🪐

wanda maximoff & fem!reader

tags: smut, unspecified age gap, masturbation, squirting, face slapping, dumbification, drugging, manipulation, mommy kink, dom!wanda maximoff, sub!reader. MINORS DNI.

word count: 1042

Wanda avoided bringing up the subject of your old family, your parents and your friends from school. It only confused you when you tried to imagine a life that had taken place before you started living with mommy.

Your first interaction with her was innocent enough. Wanda had seen you move into your new house during the summer, and she simply could not take her eyes away from your pretty face and your cute little body. You were much younger than she was, and younger than her sons, too. They’d grown up and moved away, and hardly ever saw her besides a few days of Hanukkah every year.

It was a lonely life after Wanda’s divorce, and she had nothing better to do than prey on you for the next few days before she finally approached you. She watched you change in your bedroom and snapped photos of your naked body while she bounced on one of her dildos.

With a homemade strawberry rhubarb pie in her hands, Wanda introduced herself to you after timing it perfectly so your parents weren’t home.

‘I’m Wanda, your neighbour across the street,’ she welcomed you with a wide smile, flashing her white teeth at you and crinkling her eyes so she tore down your defensive walls.

Soon, she was driving you to your classes, coming into your house while your parents were away, having you over for dinner for just the two of you. Within three weeks, Wanda pulled you onto her lap in her car when she drove you to get supplies for your school project. She fucked you in her seat until you squirted all over her slacks.

You were so gullible and dumb, letting her pinch your little nipples through your shirt and kissing your neck while you were home alone with her. She fucked you in your bedroom, her little girl, so young and pretty. 

How stupid were you, truly, to have an older woman step into your house and do whatever she wanted to you? Granted, Wanda had allowed you to warm up to her overtime, but it had only worked because of how mindless and impressionable you were.

One night when you were having dinner at Wanda’s house as you often did, she poured a special powder in your warm milk, and within several minutes, you were out cold. She acted quick, because she had everything planned beforehand, and soon had you on the road with her as she drove away from your home and hers, moving away from everything either of you had ever known to live together.

‘Mommy, where are we going?’ you muttered out sleepily as you began to wake up a few hours into the drive.

‘We’re going on a trip together, baby. Don’t you want to get away with mommy?’ Wanda coerced, rubbing your thigh with her hand soothingly.

Sometimes, you were fussy. Wanda understood because of how hard it was for a little girl like you to take in a new home. She knew how to soothe you. Often, you were laying on mommy’s lap while you nursed her breasts, her fingers drawing circles against your puffy cunt. 

Wanda’s limit was reached when you cried to go home and wanted to see your friends and parents again. She didn't like when you brought your old home up. She would drag you by your hair to your playroom and sit on a chair designated just for her. Wanda would slap your face until you cried, then threw you over her lap, her hand still grasping at your hair painfully.

‘Mommy isn’t enough for you, huh?’ she snarled as she spanked your ass. ‘I’m so good to my little girl, feeding her and giving her a home, a bed to sleep in. Mommy gives you cuddles and attention, and that still isn’t enough. You ungrateful fucking bitch. I should throw you out onto the street for how you’re treating me.’

You always begged for her forgiveness, as mommy liked for you to do. You got onto your knees and cried into her lap, apologising profusely while she pet your hair. 

Overtime, you begin to forget your old home- your parents and your friends, schooling, and any life separate from Wanda. You tug at her hand when simply going to the kitchen to get a glass of water or juice, not being able to stand a moment apart from her if you could help it.

Your dependence on her made it easy for Wanda to take over your mind, controlling your every opinion and thought of the world. When you watched television together, sometimes photos of your face, unrecognisable to you, popped up on the screen. 

Mommy told you that bad people were looking for you, trying to take you away from her. At the very thought of being taken away, you cried into her chest and grasped at her shirt and begged for her to keep you safe. 

When Wanda had to go out without you to do important things, as she always told you, you were locked in your playroom with your stuffies and in the corner of the room, your cage. She didn’t like for you to be roaming the house without her supervision, and wanted to make sure where you were, always.

Sometimes Wanda brought you out with her on trips to the park and to go shopping, but it was in different faraway places each time. You felt bad for mommy, who always went to lengths to keep you safe from the bad people trying to take you away from her, so you made a point to always be a good, obedient girl. She didn’t need any more trouble than she already had.

You were hers forever, and no one would ever take you from her. She punished you until you begged for her forgiveness when you mentioned anyone but her. Wanda spoke for you so you wouldn’t be able to talk with anyone else while you were out with her. She groped your pretty boobs in public and pressed lingering kisses to your lips, ensuring that anyone who laid eyes on you knew that you were hers.

You would always be hers, and you’d never want it any other way.

[rainbow-cheshire]

☆тнє αєѕσρ ᴄαʀℓ zιηє☆

around half a year after i joined the zine community i drew cover art for the first time like holy crap??? i first knew of aesop carl because everyone keeps comparing kiyo to him before the idv x v3 crossover and as i start reading about him i got really intrigued, and even though i don't really play idv anymore he's still one of the characters that captured my interest and i'm really grateful for the opportunity to join and even create the cover for this (but i am also never drawing cover art along with i forgot how many page art pieces at the same time it was TORTURE)

this is also probably my favourite drawing ever to date? like holy crap who possessed while i drew this am i even able to draw like this ever again or is it only because i was doing cover art LOL

anyways go check out our zine with the link on my story highlight! (that i will post later) i also have a lot of reel material for this so ehehehehehe

oh and for some reason our team had a couple of technical difficulties? i originally did the shading for the minisops in a three hour lecture and i was about to finish but then my program crashed when i hit save :))) AND ALL MY PROGRESS WAS GONE SO I HAD TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN HAHAHA oh well at least it's done now, maybe it's the world trying to tell me i shouldn't draw in class but as an art student kindly shut up :D

💙if you are planning to repost my drawings/edits, etc either ask for permission in the comments/private message me, or mention my username in the caption AND tag me, or else i will ask you to remove the post for stealing thank you💙

[stardustshimmer]

Meta Pirate AU stuff: The Jolly Starcutter Crew

Ok so @maggieknight made the brilliant suggestion above, and I just had to go with it!

(I couldn’t make Marx look pirate-y enough, but whatever-)

Here’s Captain Meta’s first interaction with Magolarr:

Some fun facts about these four (plus Magolarr and Captain Meta’s dynamic) below:

(Oh, and deepest apologies to @that-fanperson-meg if this information interferes with your writing in progress! I’ll make any changes to it in the future if needed.)

Small angst warning for a particular section!

These swashbucklers (excluding Susie) are the only known pirates that possess natural magic. The Squeaks are pretty intimidated by them because of that, lol-

Before Captain Mags became a pirate, he was an ordinary mage. He heard many, many tales of Captain Meta and his crew who sailed the Halberd and embarked on dangerous and thrilling adventures, finding all sorts of treasure along the way. Inspired by the Swordsman of the Sea’s bravery (and a little greed-driven by the thought of treasure), he convinced his fellow friends Marx and Taranza to join him as he tried to bring his high-sea fantasy to life.

With some redecorating, the three had successfully transformed Magolor’s flying ship, the Lor Starcutter, into a flying pirate ship. They renamed it to the Jolly Starcutter.

Before meeting the others, Susie had spent pretty much her whole life as a sailor, working alongside her father. However, she got separated from him in a terrible ship accident involving the notorious Fatty Whale. Dedede had caught sight of Susie slowly sinking to the bottom of the ocean and immediately rescued her, bringing her up to the surface and saving her life thanks to the power of the Sapphire Brooch. Unfortunately, Susie’s father was nowhere to be found. Dedede stayed with Susie and comforted her for the while, and even attempted to signal passing ships to come and rescue her. After a few attempts, the Jolly Starcutter had noticed the signal, and after hearing an explanation of Susie’s situation, the crew was happy to take her in. They bonded quite well with her. To this day, Susie feels like she owes her life to the mysterious siren for saving her from her watery grave.

Magolarr is pretty great friends with Captain Meta, and his crew knows him quite well.

One activity the two captains like to do together is deep dive into books on ocean myths and legends. Sometimes they spend hours on hours in the Jolly Starcutter’s library doing research and chatting over tea.

Meta had never directly told Mags about his crush on Dedede, however, one day as they were going through a book, they had stumbled upon a section on sirens. Mags had noticed Meta’s constant smile while reading the sections out loud and had started teasing him for it. Meta ended up accidentally revealing that he’s not only encountered the siren king face to face before, but had ended up developing feelings for him as well. Regretting revealing so much information, Meta made Mags swear on his own life not to tell a soul what he heard. (I may or may not draw this out because I think this would be a funny interaction-)

…

Well, that’s enough for now. Good night, everyone!

[starrysvn]

cruel summer | choi san

pairing: choi san x fem!reader, yungi

genre: friends to lovers au; summer camp au; college au

synopsis: choi san has been a counselor for the “summer academy” summer camp for as long as you have. this is your last year at camp and you feel like you can’t hide your feelings for him any longer. what will happen when summer ends?

warnings: fluff, d r a m a, angsty at times, suggestive & smutty, like two swear words

word count: 7k

author’s note: this was supposed to come out in time for san’s birthday but unfortunately exams and my writer’s block teamed up to delay this. so, happy belated birthday to our san and i hope you enjoy! (this was is also my first attempt ever at smut pls don’t be too harsh in your judgement thanxx)

playlist: cruel summer - taylor swift, liability - lorde, our last summer - abba

masterlist | navi

It was quiet in your room, the only sound the one of you furiously rummaging through drawers and pacing around hurriedly. The air was becoming a little stuffy, making your shirt stick a little due to perspiration and feel hot all over.

“Will you pack faster?!”

The booming voice coming from down the hall set all of your nerve endings on fire, only adding fuel to the burning frustration you were feeling. You inhaled deeply, willing yourself to calm down.

“Do you want me to smack you with my suitcase?!” you yelled back through the open door of your room.

Song Mingi could be a pain in the ass when he wanted to, just like right now, but you loved him nonetheless. After all, this was your idea.

Song Mingi could be a pain in the ass when he wanted to, just like right now, but you loved him nonetheless. After all, this was your idea.

You still didn’t know what had possessed you as a freshman in college to sign up for three hot summer months of pure torture inflicted to you by rowdy teenagers, but the pay had seemed good enough. You swore it would only be for one summer, and yet here you were four years later, about to graduate college and onto your last year as summer camp counselor.

“The guys are going to be here any second, hurry the fuck up!” you barely saw him as Mingi zoomed down the hallway sat on top of his suitcase, drawing a short chuckle out of you despite the nerves.

Of course, you had dragged Mingi along and, although very much reluctant at first, you know he loved it just as much as you did.

When the doorbell rang, you knew your time had run out.

“Fuck it” you murmured as you zipped the suitcase shut, awfully certain that you were forgetting something, but definitely over trying to stuff any more clothes in.

Finally, you made your way downstairs, huffing when you realized Mingi hadn’t even bothered waiting for you and had also left you on locking up duty. With a groan, you checked that lights and the like were all turned off, and then locked the door.

“Finally!” a groan escaped your best friend, waiting along with his boyfriend Yunho and his roommate for you. “It’s not like she took an hour” Yunho scolded him with a playful eyeroll. You sent a grateful look his way, struggling down the last steps of your apartment complex.

Wooyoung made his way over, taking your suitcase with a “let me help you with that” and somehow stuffing it in the trunk with the other three.

Yunho was quick to get into the car after several other complaints from Mingi, “I’m not hearing Hongjoong and Seonghwa’s bitching for a fourth consecutive year” he mumbled as he got in and put his seatbelt on. Everyone laughed, prompting Yunho to start the car.

You four had a reputation for getting to the camp late every year – started when the first summer you had gotten lost, choosing to scream along to your Britney Spears playlist rather than listening to the GPS’ directions – and every year you had to put up with the two camp’s counselor’s leaders exemplary lecture in front of all the other counselors.

It had been embarrassing when the situation repeated itself the year after – due to the engine breaking down this time – and last year too (because you got up late, you’ll admit).

Mingi was taking zero chances this year, he threw you out of bed at dawn, pressed you every five minutes to see if you were done packing and called Yunho about twelve times to make sure he got out of the house early to avoid traffic.

You were exactly one minute late according to his schedule, but you doubted it counted much (he still rubbed it in your faces until you got to the camp).

Other than that, the car ride was as chaotic as every year: Yunho and Mingi striking up an old married couple style argument every chance they got, you and Wooyoung yelling songs in the back seats and reminding Yunho the directions every so often to avoid another Summer One Incident.

Everything was fine and dandy, you got to the camp in time and half the other counselors, Hongjoong and Seonghwa included, clapped and whooped as your car approached.

Then, just as you set the last t-shirt down in the closet of the bungalow you and Mingi shared, he materialized at the door.

“Hi, sweetheart”

Choi San was leaning against the frame of the door, dashing as ever in his bright yellow “Summer Academy” summer camp t-shirt and sporting his signature dimpled smile. This year, his hair was blond and longer than what you remembered.

You smiled too, hoping he hadn’t caught you staring, and felt his arms welcoming you in a big hug in a matter of seconds.

“I missed you” he murmured in the crook of your neck, his breath tingling just a little. You sighed.

“Me too” he let out a deep chuckle at your response, instantly lighting your heart up.

This was going to be a long summer – again.

When you first met him, you spent a grand total of four hours dealing with eleven-year-olds and their explosive science projects. By the end of the workshop, you were covered in several layers of baking soda, red food coloring, dish soap and vinegar. He had gotten out almost unscathed, just a few soda stains on his shirt.

You remembered feeling embarrassed, all the more so when he flashed you those kind and amused eyes. Unlike you first thought though, he didn’t make fun of you, but just laughed good-naturedly and helped you get baking soda out of your hair.

Since that moment, you were assigned the science workshop every week for the rest of summer, and, since “you guys work so well together!”, Hongjoong insisted, any other activity that included hyper-active pre-teens was assigned to you.

Hongjoong was right though, you and San did work well together. You just fit with one another.

So much so that it had you wonder, more than you liked to admit, if you were friends, good friends or something more. It had you lose sleep at night, especially in the three months you were here, questioning if you two could work in the real world.

Questioning if your mind was running wild or if he, too, could feel the spark every time your hands brushed, or could feel your heart miss a beat whenever he pulled you closer. If he noticed your red cheeks when his gaze would linger a moment too long. If he too lost time imagining you outside days made of papier-mache volcanos and swimming contests in the lake.

“I swear to god it wasn’t on purpose!” San was running away from you with all his might, trying to escape your fury. He had taken the initiative to organize today’s activity for your group without you and landed on water fights.

No doubt it was game over for him when you got to the meeting point, seeing a smirking San with and equally smug Wooyoung by his side. Your perplexed face must’ve spoken for you, because a hesitant Mingi made his way over to explain.

“They thought of getting your group together with ours to organize a water fight tournament…” he explained quickly, instantly making you turn your head to San.

The young man just shrugged, handing over a water gun, giving you and Mingi barely enough time to start running before Wooyoung whistled to start the games.

“You’re so done, Choi San!” you had chased him all the way down to the little pier and held him captive between your water gun and the lake. “I said I didn’t mean to” he laughed, trying to keep a straight face.

“Next time ask me if I feel like getting soaked at nine in the morning, then” ever so serious, you stepped closer, spraying him in the face before pushing him in the water. Too bad he held onto your hand and dragged you with him.

When you both came up for air, you found your faces to be mere inches away, breathing the same air. Quickly, his hand made its way around your waist, pulling you closer. The simple touch sent sparks up your spine.

“Sorry” he winked, so close, making you wish you could just kiss that smirk away. But then, much like now-

“Y/N!” Mingi halted in his steps, noticing the predicament at hand. Then he smirked. “Sorry to interrupt your catch-up time, lovebirds, but Seonghwa wants us in the main cabin for the meeting” San let go of you, not looking bothered in the least by Mingi’s comment – unlike you.

“Everyone’s almost there!” your best friend hollered as he jogged down the steps and to the path.

San just chuckled at his antics, drawing a smile from you as he let you out the door first. “We’d better hurry” he mumbled, walking down the steps after you. “We don’t want mama Hwa to get mad, do we?” you answered.

And you thanked your lucky stars he was too busy laughing to notice the look you gave him.

This was going to be a long summer indeed.

Week Two

“It’s not the same without you” you jumped on the spot, almost messing up the little sun you were drawing on the cardboard.

“What isn’t?” you recognized San’s voice before you even saw him and turned around to greet him with a small pout, indicator that you were a little upset he almost made you ruin the sign you were making.

“Science club!” he huffed, sitting down next to you, and immediately picking up a paint brush. You stared a little, observing how he started helping out without you needing to ask. “This year, I swear to god, it’s like the kids are high on sugar. I can’t keep them focused on their projects and Yeosang is no help at all” he sighed, seemingly happy with how his side of the sign turned out, then looked at you.

“I need you”

Without a care in the world, and a cute little pout on his lips, he nearly sent you into cardiac arrest with those three words. Although your heart was about to burst from your chest, and you felt yourself growing impossibly hot in the cheeks, you shrugged it off.

“I’m sure Yeosang isn’t that bad” you murmured, a tight smile on your lips as you resumed your painting.

“He’s straight up terrified of them!” he broke out in giggles, explaining today’s mishap, which included Yeosang being chased by a twelve-year-old holding a can of worms and a lot of yelling. You laughed along with him, lost in his recounting of the events.

Truth was, you’d asked Hongjoong to keep you off the science club with San for a while. You couldn’t risk having pre-teens giggling like idiots and whispering about you and him like all the other summers. Sure, it was kind of cute having them ask if San was a good boyfriend, or if he was a great kisser, even saying that you two were adorable together, but by the end of summer you were completely and utterly torn apart by the questions.

Stupid? Possibly, but very much painful.

Especially because there was no way he hadn’t noticed how much it affected you when he leaned into it. When he made no effort to make them believe otherwise, like you did. When he called you love just to shoot you a wink right after and subtly pointing to wide-eyed, shocked girls. What he didn’t know, was how you felt like your heart had been chewed and spit right out every single time.

You needed a little to ease into it rather than launching yourself headfirst. You’d take your time and try to protect your hopeless heart.

“I’m sure Yeosang will get used to their antics” you shrugged once he finished his recounting.

“Well, I miss you and I don’t care if I have to beg Hongjoong, I want you back”

“San, it’s only been, like… what? Two weeks?” you rolled your eyes, used to by now to not read too much into his words and his dramatics.

“Two weeks and three days” he pointed out crossing his arms, barely missing his face with the blue paint-stained brush. “I can’t do it without you, Yeosang is completely useless-”

“Y/N!” you were saved by Lila – a lovey twelve-year-old who had been coming to the summer camp ever since you’d started working there – rushing towards you and San. She stopped in front of you two, breathless, making you share a confused look.

“Lila, are you okay? Did something happen?” you asked, a little worried.

“You two broke up!” she sounded completely outraged, shocked and heartbroken as she pointed her finger between you and San, making your eyes grow wider than a baseball.

Apparently, what you didn’t take into account when creating your master plan, was the rumors of the complete opposite scenario spreading.

Her words left you effectively speechless, fortunately for you though, San seemed to have the situation under control – as always.

“Who said that, sweetie?” he asked, seeming genuinely concerned about the issue. Lila then proceeded to launch herself in a recount of all the signs the whole camp, it seemed, picked up over the last two weeks and a half. Namely your absence from the science club. You rolled your eyes again when San turned towards you with a smug grin.

“Lila, could you leave us for a second?” your voice sounded clipped despite your best efforts, and with one last reassuring nod from San that everything was alright, the girl went.

Not even waiting for him to stand up, you upped and marched towards the little pier overlooking the lake. You couldn’t believe it took so little for your plan, and nerves, to go up in flames.

“Did she say something?” you scoffed when you heard his voice, turning around to see him walk up to you with a little amused smile. The both of you stayed quiet, you wanted to say so much, but had no idea how to, and San seemed to be lost in thought. When he sat down, you let your head rest against his shoulder.

“I’ll talk to Hongjoong about the science club” you muttered defeatedly, not really believing the words leaving your mouth. It appeared you were doomed either way.

San just nodded, leaning his head on top of yours.

Later that evening, you talked to Hongjoong – who seemed overjoyed to put you back on the workshop – and gave Mingi the first melodramatic, San-centric speech of the summer.

In your little shared bungalow, he laid sprawled out on his bed, watching you pace around the room and flaunting your arms about while complaining over the same things he’d been hearing for three summers now.

Only the noise of the cicadas coming in from the window, along with a cool evening breeze, accompanied your spiel. Mingi, though, listened intently as always.

“Y/N, you have to rip the band aid off” he finally said, watching as you flopped down on your bed. “Just tell him, you’ll probably never see him again after this summer” “Yeah…” the thought did little to console you, the idea of him becoming a stranger didn’t sit well with you. It was even worse to think about confessing and being rejected, thus ruining your whole summer. So, convincing yourself that you’d wait until the end of camp to break your own heart, you finally settled into bed, wishing Mingi a good night.

The Water Park Trip

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you”

“Seriously, it’s no big deal” you repeated for what felt like the millionth time.

Yeosang wouldn’t leave you alone after finding out he was no longer on science club duty and was currently following you around the cafeteria. You’d never seen him smile this big at six thirty in the morning. You’d probably never see it again.

Despite assuring him multiple times that it was okay, you didn’t miss Mingi’s glance once he sat down at the counselors’ table. You already knew what he was going to say once he’d get the chance to speak to you alone. Finally, just when San made his was into the cafeteria, you met Yunho’s sympathetic eyes. You smiled curtly; not sure you were happy to be subject of sympathy so early on in the summer.

It seemed that almost everyone knew, or noticed at least, how San stringing you along for three months a year was slowly affecting you more and more every time. You tried not to show it, but it was hard when with just a glance he seemed to undo all the work you put into moving on, discarding this as merely a summer flirt.

Every August, you told yourself you’d get over it and then, every June, you found yourself back at square one.

“Petition to cancel water park trips, breathe to sign up” Wooyoung, barely awake, plopped down in his seat next to you, eliciting a giggle for you.

“Maybe if you didn’t go to bed so late last night…” San teased, sitting down in front of him. Wooyoung just flipped him off while gulping down an entire cup of coffee. “No slander at six thirty in the morning, thank you”

Everyone amusedly smiled at the interaction, and you heard Yeosang mumbling something along the lines of “you just woke up an hour earlier than usual” with a roll of his eyes, which of course was not well received by the accused.

“Everyone, listen up a second please!” Hongjoong stood up from his seat, listing off today’s counselor duties before the wake-up call for the campers – which didn’t differ much from the usual morning routine – and then proceeding to remind everyone of the approaching midsummer celebrations.

You let his words wash over you, no doubt you could ask Mingi about the specifics later and focused instead on strengthening your will in order to spend an entire day with San – again.

Usually, counselors were paired up during out of camp trips to do rounds and check up on their assigned group. It was just your luck that San had signed you up to be his partner.

The bus was a little stuffy and seriously noisy. You and San, along with Wooyoung and Yeosang, were assigned the younger campers today, which altogether entailed loud yelling to keep everyone in check and being even louder than them to catch their attention.

Yeosang quickly did roll call, and with no one missing, the drive to the water park started. Unfortunately for you, and every other adult present, the kids were requesting songs left and right. Even worse, San had conceded to play Kidz Bop to satisfy all requests.

“Do you think you could drive any faster?” Wooyoung pleaded the driver for what felt like the millionth time. “No can do, son” came the answer, again. Your friend unceremoniously crashed down on his seat, groaning, and sending a death glare to San. You feared he was going to bite off someone’s head sooner rather than later.

Only when you got to the water park the mood improved, although Wooyoung still looked like he’d been through hell and back – in a sense, the four of you had.

San casually slid his hand into yours, intently listening to Seonghwa and Hongjoong reminding everyone to be careful, where to find counselors and to never wander off alone, and to “remember that every group has assigned counselors that will be attached to your hips, so don’t even think about doing anything stupid!”

With one last glare to everyone present, Hongjoong let everybody go and the groups broke off with the counselors. Kids were begging you left and right to start from at least ten different slides and attractions, worsening the mild headache that two hours of Kidz Bop had started.

Lucky for you, Wooyoung wasn’t having any of it.

“Alright, listen up!” his voice held a frustrated edge to it that shut everyone right up. “Line up, tell Yeosang one by one, without yelling, which slides you want to do and then we can start the day” the small crowd of eight- to eleven-year-olds looked a little scared and complied immediately.

You and San snickered quietly as you watched the kids line up in front of Yeosang, who quickly whipped out his phone and started writing. Sharing a look, you knew today would run smoothly thanks to Wooyoung’s snappiness.  

It was just a little over two hours after lunch and it had been difficult to manage impetuous eight-year-olds; even more so when San spent all morning teasing you left and right, sneaking little touches here and there. He set your skin aflame with every single one of them, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Yeosang, let me go with you” immediately, when the group asked to be split up so they could do different slides, you jumped at the opportunity to spend at least the afternoon away from San.

You collected the kids who wanted to do water slides, feeling San’s gaze burn a hole in your head as you walked away with Yeosang. The more you walked, the lighter you felt.

“Dude!” Wooyoung exclaimed, nudging San. “Could you be any more obvious?” thankfully for him, you were already out of earshot. San glared at his friend; a silent threat that suggested him being drowned in the kid’s pool. “Apparently not…” he murmured once his friend was already marching to the wave pool with half the group.

San watched until you disappeared from his line of sight, sighing as he hurried behind the last kid.

“If he kills me today, I’m blaming you” you were monitoring kids in the pool – which ones were going up to do slides and if they came down – when Yeosang spoke, making you whip your head towards him.

“What? Who?” he raised a brow at your comment, barely believing that he had to spell it out for you. “San” he deadpanned and gave you a look that scoured every corner of your soul. You shuddered, looking back at the pool.

“Why?” you shrugged.

“He likes you, dumbass” he nudged your shoulder with his. “Surely, you know”

You tsked, ready to launch yourself into another detailed recount of how you strongly believed San couldn’t like you back: he made zero moves in the span of three summers to indicate so, although you texted pretty often you ever rarely saw each other outside of camp, he just couldn’t-

“You’re so blind” Yeosang scoffed again, not letting you carry on your nonsense speech. “Have you ever done one of those things?” the question was left hanging in the hot summer air, echoing in your head unanswered for the rest of the day.

It stayed so, and puzzled you even further, when you reunited with the other two counselors at the meeting spot. Now more than ever, San’s presence confused you; even when he threw you in the pool just before leaving the water park, and everything seemed normal.

“Choi San, I’m going to fucking kill you!”

“It’s payback for last year, remember?” he grinned from his spot on the edge of the pool. And how could you forget the way he’d pulled you closer in the water, making you shiver all over, so close you almost kissed him?

On the ride back to camp, he never let go of your hand, urging you to sit beside him again. With your head on his shoulder and his thumb drawing shapes on the back of your hand, you hoped you could come back from all this at the end of summer.

The gentle motion on your skin and exhausted conversation in the back, lulled you to sleep.

San, unbeknownst to you, watched you carefully for the rest of the ride with such tenderness in his eyes, shushing everyone who talked too loudly, and earning goofy grins from Wooyoung and Yeosang each time.

He insisted on taking you back to your bungalow without waking you up and couldn’t help himself when he pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead after laying you down in bed. San lingered a second longer before walking back to his bungalow with a storm raging in his heart.

That evening, when Mingi woke you up just before dinner, you sat up in your bed confused as to how you got there.

“San carried you here when we got back” your best friend said, recognizing the puzzled look on your face. He gave you a little smile, saying he’d wait for you outside before walking to the dining hall.

When you got there, as if your eyes had a mind of their own, searched for San. The moment you found him in the crowd, he was already looking at you, and shot you a dimpled smile.

Willing your heart to calm down, you smiled back before choosing to sit as far away from him as possible. With just one look, Mingi followed you and gestured Yunho to come over.

If you wanted to make it to the end of summer, you needed to stay away from Choi San.

Midsummer

“Dance with me?” his hand entered your line of sight in the warm light of the fire.

It was midsummer, and with the help of the campers you organized an all-day celebration. It had been tiring, but gratifying. Now, you sat alone on a log of wood in front of the fireplace, drowning in San’s hoodie – which he insisted you wear when he saw you shivering two hours ago – and listening to the song faintly playing in the background as you watched kids awkwardly slow dance or chat.

You could never deny the softness in his eyes, so you stood up nodding and holding his hand. You didn’t care anymore about the sighs and giggles going around when he spun you and landed his arms on your waist.

“Are you okay?” he asked after a while, his eyes never allowing yours to escape their hold. Simply nodding, you hoped he would drop the subject. You didn’t think you could lie to him while he was looking at you like that.

San’s eyes were intently set on yours still, sending shivers running all throughout your body, scaring you into believing he could learn all of your deepest secrets in a matter of seconds. Yet, they were so warm and inviting, you couldn’t look away.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” he asked, swaying you gently. “Whatever it is”

“I don’t think I can” his gaze was so intense that when you spoke, your voice trembled a little. A gust of wind blew by, sending a strand of your hair flying into your eyes. San softly brought it back to your ear, his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake.

His hand lingered for a second too long on your cheek, and a moment later it was gone, back on your waist.

Still dizzy, you barely caught the look flashing in his eyes.

“Is something bothering you? Don’t shut me out, please” all you resolution almost crumbled at the sad, pleading tilt in his voice. At last, you couldn’t bear to look at him in the eyes anymore and hid your face in his chest.

All you could hear was the gentle beating of his heart, surrounded by his scent and engulfed in his arms. The way he rested his chin on top of your head, broke your heart a little.

If you only knew.

“Don’t worry about it” you murmured in his chest, feeling his arms hold you closer. Thankfully, he spared you of any other questions for the rest of the night. He even kept quiet when he walked you back to your bungalow.

But San couldn’t resist placing a feathery kiss on your cheek before leaving you for the night.

The way your heart hurt that night, as you helplessly tossed in bed, was a new kind of ache you were yet to experience. In pain for something that wasn’t even there, a longing for something within your reach but that you couldn’t quite grasp.

And if San had noticed your misty eyes with every twirl he made you do that night, he’d been kind enough not to mention. But he’d never know about the silent tears you shed into your pillow.

After that night, you only spent time with him if necessary; you avoided him out of workshops, was in his presence only if someone else was there, and basically attached yourself to Mingi’s hip – unfortunately, becoming an almost ever present third wheel.

The End of Summer

“Y/N, I don’t think you can go on like this” Yunho voiced a thought that had been marinating in his head for quite a while now.

The three of you had been preparing the activities for the last day of camp all morning, and Mingi and Yunho had been sneakily dancing around the subject for a few hours now.

“I don’t think it’s healthy for either of you” he continued, mapping out the treasure hunt. You head shot up, looking at him with wide eyes. “Both of you look like your cats died, you have for weeks now”

It was quiet for a moment, Mingi looked like he wanted to stand up for you but held his tongue. Yunho had a point. You didn’t care about anything anymore; you didn’t know how to behave in San’s presence.

Truth was, you needed a breather, even if it made you miserable – more than usual, that is. And you were also sick and tired of feeling like that. For fuck’s sake, it was just a crush, so why oh why did it have to have such an impact on you?

You groaned, letting your head bang against the table and stay there. You weren’t ignorant to how the wall you built between the two of you affected you just as much as it did San, but at one point it got too much. Being in his vicinity exasperated you and had your nerves on edge.

Just when you raised your head, ready to explain yourself, San barged in as if on cue. You exchanged a wide-eyed look with Mingi and Yunho, begging them with your eyes not to leave the room.

“I need to talk to Y/N” his voice sounded serious; he still hadn’t looked at you. “Alone” he took a step into the cabin, immediately your best friend and his boyfriend got up. As they walked by you, they murmured quiet sorrys with apologetic eyes.

It was only you two now, closed in the small cabin after weeks of only sharing two hours a day in each other’s company at science club.

You stayed put in your place, avoiding his gaze, the air thick with tension. San walked around the table, leaning on it, and stood beside you.

“Why are you avoiding me?” his voice allowed no room for contradiction, he knew you had been escaping his presence with all your might. Still, you answered “I’m not” earning an incredulous scoff.

San leaned down, now at your eye level. You wanted to cower at the intensity of his gaze, so devoid of its usual warmth. Now it just looked like a storm, pulling you in.

“You have” he asserted, placing a finger under your chin, and turning your face towards him. “Why?”

You couldn’t lie to him, not when he was looking at you like that. Still, you did.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you raised an eyebrow, feeling like your heart would beat out of your chest any second now.

It felt like a switch flipped inside of San’s brain, though he stayed quiet, observing your face with an unusual hunger in his eyes – one that made warmth pool in your stomach. This was most definitely uncharted territory in your relationship.

“Stop lying” he inched closer, making your breath hitch. “And tell me why” you swore you stopped breathing for a second when his eyes fell to your lips for just a moment, making you think of doing the unthinkable.

“No” you whispered, voice challenging, lips mere millimeters away from his.

“Fine, then” he whispered back.

You didn’t know who kissed who first, all you knew was that kissing him felt like breathing again. San was kissing you desperately, like a parched man downing a glass of water, like words failed the need he had to say what he craved to.

His lips on yours electrified you, feeling like too much and not enough at the same time. Your fingers found their home in his soft blond strands, gripping them to pull him impossibly closer. San let out a small grunt at the action, pulling you up with him, only to sit you back down on the table.

He gravitated closer to you automatically, not leaving you time to fully grasp what was going on, mind dizzy from his kisses. Slotting in between your legs gracefully, he was back on you in mere seconds.

“San…” this was a horrible idea, exactly the opposite of all that you’d been trying to do all summer, but he didn’t leave you time to speak another word. He was kissing you again, tongue tracing your lips before carefully sneaking inside your mouth.

You never thought you could need someone this much, it hurt to be away from him, and you were so overwhelmed by having him like this that you couldn’t even decide if this was going to hurt more than keeping him away.

As his lips trailed down your neck, and your fingers tangled in his hair once more, you decided that you didn’t care – not now.

When he bit your lip, you knew you were done for. San’s hand was dangerously sneaking closer and closer to where you needed him most, a whispered “please” left your mouth. And who was him to deny you like that?

“Why are you avoiding me?” with every word he left a kiss, when he cupped your heat, a breathy moan left your mouth. “I haven’t, I’m not-” you could barely speak as he made quick work of your shorts, sneaking his hand in your panties right after. “N-not avoiding you” you murmured, head lost in the clouds more and more with every flick of his fingers.

“Then I’m going to have to break you” he whispered, looking into your eyes, his words went straight to your core and elicited a moan from you.

San stayed true to his word; every touch of his set you aflame, every movement brought you higher and higher. You weren’t thinking about the consequences of all this – you weren’t thinking at all. Lost in fiery kisses and breathless whispers, tangled up together, you let him have his way.

Only when you both came down, breaths mingling together and foreheads touching, you realized the scale of what just happened. Only when you felt him slip away, your heart sunk to your stomach and an echoing chant of idiot, idiot, idiot resonated in your head.

“Y/N, please, tell me what I’ve done wrong” he felt a million miles away now, although he barely moved, and his voice sounded as frail as glass, defeated and broken. Right then, tears started to sting in your eyes; you’d done it, you’d broken your heart and his too. You’d ruined it.

“Y/N? San?” A sudden set of knocks made you both spring into action, furthering your distance, hurrying to look presentable. “Are you still in there? We have to run tomorrow’s activities by Hongjoong, and we need the papers” it was Mingi talking, giving you the perfect out.

“Yeah, I’ll bring them out!” you yelled back, gathering all your projects at the speed of light, not daring to look back at San and speeding out of there in seconds.

The door slammed shut behind you, echoing the sound of your breaking hearts.

Needless to say, you felt miserable for the remainder of the night. You didn’t even venture to dinner, Mingi had to bring you something to eat after and hear the ultimate San-centric monologue of the century – which also involved long minutes of self-loathing, tears and banging your head against the wall.

“When I said that you needed to talk about it, I didn’t mean have sex and go back to avoiding each other”

So, the words Yunho uttered to you first thing in the morning, as he set his tray down on the cable, came as no surprise to you. The last day of camp started off just right – thankfully, no one was in earshot.

“Hey, I didn’t spill the beans just for you to rub it in her face” Mingi said, shocked. “Well, you woke me up at the break of dawn to tell me, so…” Yunho bit back, taking a bite out of his muffin.

Your amusement at the interaction was short lived; he was right, and now you definitely didn’t know how to face San. After all, it was all your fault.

The day went by uneventfully, between activities you were able to distract yourself enough to forget about your aching heart. Though you felt a pang of guilt whenever you caught San walking by, especially when your eyes met. You could read it in his that he was dying to talk to you, but for now, you were glad you both were busy.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise when, that evening at the closing bonfire, he dragged you away.

Far from the commotion, and shielded by the trees lining the lake’s coast, no excuse could hold. You felt it in the way his pleading eyes begged you to say something, anything, after he spoke.

“Is it something I did?” San was keeping his distance this time, a few steps away from you. “If I did something I need to know, because it’s been eating me alive, Y/N”

How could you tell him that this was all you? How could you make him understand that you were so hopelessly in love with him that you needed to cut this chase before it hurt you more?

“You didn’t do anything wrong, San, but I just…”

“Then what is it?” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in defeat. “You’ve been distant all summer, I thought… I thought we-”

“We what, San?” you couldn’t help a little anger from slipping out in with your words, clearly taking him by surprise. You sighed, resisting the urge to walk away.

“Well, I don’t know, Y/N! Why don’t you tell me?” frustration was dripping from his every word. “I just don’t understand how we went from being okay to you spending all your time with everyone but me. Then yesterday happened and I thought things could finally go back to normal, but you go and you avoid me like the fucking plague!”

“I love you!” you finally exploded, barely letting him finish and throwing your hands in the air, willing your voice to hold on a little longer before inevitably cracking. “I love you, okay? And I don’t know what to do with myself anymore because every summer it only gets worse” biting back the tears and ignoring how his shocked face looked in the dim light, you continued.

“Because every year for three months I get to live in an unruled heaven, free falling until the end of August comes and it all comes crashing down before my eyes. Then, realization hits and I have to pick myself back up for the next eight months because how could I be so stupid to believe that you could ever feel for me what I do for you?” finally, a tear rolled down your face, but you made no move to dry it.

“I love you” you shrugged, a defeated smile on your face “Isn’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”

His silence made its way to your heart, filling the cracks in it and breaking it from the inside out. The more San stood, quiet, looking for an answer to give you, the less you wanted to be in his presence.

The heartbreak and shame were starting to hit you so hard you felt like you couldn’t breathe. A foot after the other, you turned around, ready to walk away again and start mending the broken pieces of your heart – this time once and for all.

“Y/N” your name, falling from his lips, hurt. But it made you stop anyway, though you didn’t have the strength to turn around. “Look at me, please”

After just a second, the time to barely compose yourself, you did, and found him closer to you than before.

“How could you possibly think that I’m not in love with you?” your heart stopped for a second, eyes widening just the littlest bit. “I’ve been ever since I heard you laugh that day, when we almost made the science room explode while cleaning up”

San smiled, the familiar warmth of his eyes making you a breathless mess.

“I don’t think I could ever get you out of my head even if I tried and believe me I did” with another step he closed the distance between you two, one hand going to cup your face, his thumb gently caressing your skin.

“I never made a move because I was scared you were going to realize you just wanted us for the summer, and I didn’t want to lose you” you only hoped your eyes were shining with utter adoration like his were. “Not then, not now, not ever”

The gust of wind that blew past, did little to cool down the fire inside you. You feared that not even the shadows you were hiding in, just enough to barely hear the commotion of the end of summer party, were going to shield you from his gaze.

“Be mine?” he whispered, his breath softly grazing your lips.

“I always was” you muttered before kissing him like you always wanted to, like you only imagined you ever could, feeling lighter than you ever did.