#thank you for providing us with the healing content

[atrueneutral]

"It's nothing" for the two word prompts for Tav x Raphael, please? Perhaps Raphael notices and injury on them that she tries to brush off but he is not having it. Or maybe it's the other way around. Idk. I just really enjoy your writing.

“It’s nothing,” Tav said, brushing off the scrunched nose assessment Raphael gave her as she limped across the room and collapsed in the nearest chair from the door of the Den - an unwise action that left her hissing and wincing.

“‘Nothing’, you say?” he asked, tone flat and skeptical.

It was fair to say it wasn’t entirely ‘nothing’; pain flared from the injury on her thigh - a deep gouge from the tusk of a giant boar sustained in a surprise attack in the forest. Seven swine had ambushed the camp as she and another were settling down for the night, and at the end of the slaughter-fest, a majority of her (expensive) healing potions were used to keep her novice-of-an-adventuring-partner alive. A Potion of Healing was all that remained for her own consumption, and, thankfully, the single tincture had been enough to finish the job tasked to them.

Two days of travel later, here she was at the Devil’s Den with a festering wound that had barely mended.

“It’s fine,” Tav said (still wincing) with a wave of her hand. “I’ll grab a Superior Potion of Healing on my way home. Thought I’d first personally deliver the news that everything went smoothly - mostly.”

It would have been more accurate to have said she’d ‘purchase a Superior Potion of Healing on the way home if she could’. The empty, cavernous state of her coin-purse meant she would be limping home and limping into bed with no relief.

As for why her coin-purse was spent, she’d recently (and covertly) upgraded her leather boots and gloves to go with her upgraded (and quite stylish) leather breastplate.

Hindsight lamented that these newer, costly additions to her ensemble did not include thigh armor.

Raphael judged her disapprovingly from where he stood.

Snap!

A chalice filled to the brim with what she knew to be a Superior Potion of Healing materialized in his hand.

Tav’s cheeks became heated. “Oh, thank you, but like I said, I’ll get one on my way home.”

His eyes narrowed, and Raphael began to move towards her with resolve plain on his face; the potion he held would not be declined; he would force it down her throat if need be.

“Really, Raphael, this is unnecessary. I’ll go right now,” Tav said, pushing herself into the back of the chair in a superfluous attempt to inch away from the fiendish man who came to loom over her after four great strides.

“You are being more stubborn than usual - either you will drink this potion, by my hand or yours, or I will steal you away to the boudoir and dump you in the bath.”

“Is there a third option?” Tav meekly asked, cowering in his shadow.

“I sever your leg from your body.”

A morbid joke, but one that saw her glower and grab the encrusted-chalice from his hand.

“Bastard,” she muttered before bringing the rim of the cup to her lips and tilting the contents back. Swallowing every drop, Tav shoved the chalice into Raphael’s chest, and his hand snatched her wrist.

“My stubborn little mouse,” he rumbled. “Here I was favoring the second option...”

“Oh, not the third?” Tav retorted wryly. She sighed and relinquished the chalice to him as she pulled her hand away and sagged in her seat. “I feel like I’m relying on you too much. Not that I don’t appreciate everything you do for me, but I’m used to fending for myself… You always have what I need when I need it, or provide me with what I want - which is in your job description, I know.” She stared at her thigh and could feel a tingling sensation taking over her wound. “It’s probably past experience that’s telling me it’s all going to blow up in my face one of these days.”

“I have told you before that what I provide for you is given freely.”

She peered up at him. “You’re not secretly logging every donation? To foot me with a bill for thousands-upon-thousands of gold when I’m crawling to you on death’s door needing you the most?”

“No,” came his reply. “And let it be said that death would not take you even as you clamber on his doorstep - your maddening obstinance would not allow it.”

The corners of her lips twitched, and Tav heaved herself to her feet (without wincing in the process) to come face to face with Raphael. Her hand raised, cupping his cheek, and she caressed stubbled skin with a swipe of her thumb.

“Thank you for the potion,” she said, planting a kiss on her cambion’s lips.

“It’s my pleasure, my dear.” 

[ghost-1-y]

Worship

Human!Giyuu x AFAB!Naiad!Reader

Content Warnings: MDNI, sub!Giyuu, dom!reader, penetrative sex (f! receiving), unprotected sex, oral sex (f! receiving), face-sitting (f! receiving), pegging (not strap-on, Giyuu gets fucked with a dildo though), body worship, having sex underwater, virginity loss (Giyuu is a virgin), creamp!e, praise k!nk, worship k!nk, temperature play (ice), slight degradation from reader, reader refers to Giyuu as “pet” a few times, please lmk if I missed anything!!

Summary: As a water nymph, you never saw the world from beyond the spring you were born from, having only seen humans come to your spring bearing gifts and performing rituals for the sake of worship. However, one day, a beautiful human male stumbled his way into the domain of your sacred spring, and with neither offering nor sacrifice to give you, he thought of another way in which he could pay you worship.

Word Count: ~3.6k

Divider Credit: @/benkeibear

A/N: this was inspired from the story of Hylas and the Water Nymphs, a Greek mythology story where Hylas, a young male, goes to get water from a spring but is kidnapped by the Naiads because of how beautiful he was, it’s a short but interesting read!

Beauty was beheld by those who wished to seek it.

It would be bestowed upon in many different forms, through life, through fertility, and through healing.

Oftentimes, those who sought such beauty would do so through sacrifice – and would give thanks through continued worship of those who so graciously imparted such virtues upon the needy.

As the sun would rise, your eyes bore witness to such worship, as humans from the nearby village would arrive – men, women and children all wishing for their lives to be filled with beauty unknown. Some would ask for it on behalf of others, a sick family member perhaps – or possibly for the good of their village, praying for the blessing of a good harvest with the changing of seasons; others would ask for their own sake, for personal gain and fulfillment. And you were willing to provide them with what they desired, so long as they gave appreciation and thanks in return.

When dawn broke over the horizon, a line of villagers would emerge from the woods, the men carrying the corpses of swine or lambs for the sake of sacrifice. You would peer at them from within your quiet spring, eyes just above the surface of the water as they’d form a circle and remove the bones from the animal and offer them at the edge of the spring. 

Smiling, you’d emerge from the water and would take the bones into your possession, admiring the beauty in the humans’ effort to worship you. As you stood collecting the bones, some of the children would come by and offer locks of their hair to you – curious and excited to see such a pretty being emerge from the spring. You’d take their offerings and gently pat them on the head, before using water to create doll-like figures made out of ice as the children stared in awe at your power. Giggling, they’d take the shaped ice into their soft hands and run back to their mothers, showing them what the “beautiful water fairy” gifted them before it slowly melted away in their hold.

The villagers would cook and feast upon the meat that was not sacrificed until the sun rose higher into the sky, chatting amongst themselves, happiness evident in their eyes as they’d return to the village to find their crops thriving and their sick healing.

It was good.

It was beautiful.

And so you’d return to your spring, with water as calm as night and falls as enchanting as the morning mist, cascading into the place that inhabited your very soul. You submerged into its depths, ripples causing floating lily pads to drift away from you before swimming behind the falls, your home behind its veiled entrance.

Each week, the same ritual would take place – the villagers would change over the years, some growing old and some with newer faces. You’d always laugh at those who’d blush and refuse to make eye contact with you due to your lack of clothing – something unnecessary for a water nymph such as yourself – but the unmistakable happiness remained constant throughout their years of worshiping you.

However, on a day in which the villagers would usually not come to your spring with plans of worship, you heard the trudge of footsteps from outside of your home. Curious, as it sounded like a single human had come to your spring rather than a group, you’d wondered if there had been some sort of emergency that required your help.

Perhaps the human was in need of healing? Or caring for someone who was dying? So you emerged from behind the waterfall, only to find a young man – no older than his early twenties you’d assumed, as you’d learned of the average human lifespan from blessing generations upon generations of villagers over the years. His raven locks splayed past his shoulders and fell down his back and chest – which was completely bare down until his waist, where the only cloth he wore seemed to be his woolen chiton which had fallen off of his wide shoulders and pooled past his hips, revealing a physique that would invoke the envy of Heracles himself. 

He crouched down at your spring, filling his hydria with the sacred water of your home.

“May I ask why you fill your cup with the water of this spring?” you asked, looking at him with curiosity. Startled, he stood up, spilling the water that he had collected in the process.

“This water is not meant for your consumption, love. I must ask that you refrain from drinking it at all,” you continued, a soft smile gracing your features.

“Who are you?” the man asked.

How rude, you thought, taking from your home and not knowing who you were.

“I am the spirit which inhabits this spring, dear human. May I ask what you are doing alone and so far from your village? I’m afraid I have not seen your face before.” You walked along the water’s surface, ripples emanating from your footsteps as you closed the distance between you and the stranger. This man, however, did not seem to like that idea – pulling out a xiphos blade from the scabbard hooked to his waist belt to point it towards you in warning.

“Do not come near,” he demanded, a certain venom lacing his tongue, although a faint blush seemed to grace his cheeks as it took everything within him to not look below your shoulders.

“Such weapons are useless against me, love – I’d have hoped that your kind would be smarter than to show hostility to a being like myself,” you sighed, continuing to draw near. “I assume you did not come for the sake of worship, then, given your confusion?” 

He glared, yet said nothing, instead deciding to sheath his blade – expression nearly unreadable as you tentatively approached him. 

“Why would I waste my time by spending it on worship? I’m collecting water for my group.”

“So there are more of you? I don’t sense them, could they have left you behind?” You looked over his shoulder before gazing at him again. His eyes narrow, his jaw clenching before looking back over his shoulder, searching for someone who wasn’t there.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m thirsty, so I’ll be taking this water with me,” he resolved, holding his hydria close to his naked chest.

“Is that so?” you smirked, a playful look in your eyes, “and yet you have not brought anything for me in return? Not a single offering nor any sacrifice…” You drew close enough to touch him, before a sudden voice rang from the forest.

“Giyuu–!?” the voice called out, and the raven-haired stranger turned his head quickly, seemingly responding to the name. While distracted, you grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the depths of the water, your grip strong enough to persist in holding him close despite his thrashing movements, trying to escape from you and the spring. You exchanged your grip on his arm for holding his jaw, colliding your soft lips with his and exhaling into his mouth. He gasped and parted from you, staring at you in bewilderment as he found himself able to breathe despite being completely submerged under the surface. 

“Is Giyuu your name?” you ask, and he nodded quietly.

“I can’t have you take from me without giving anything in return, Giyuu,” you paused, “if you offer me something, I will allow you to return to your group, does that sound fair?”

“What would I offer? I don’t have anything of value,” he admitted.

“Well, unless you wish for your voice to become a mere echo that haunts this spring, I suggest that you think of something, love,” you folded your arms, looking at him expectantly. “I am a gracious spirit to those who treat me well, but I am also selfish should I not receive any thanks for my good works.”

Giyuu thought deeply, trying to think of something – anything – he could possibly give you to save his life. His mind raced, and his heart started to beat faster out of sheer panic.

But then, he thought back to your kiss – how your lips were soft against his own, and how it lit something deep within him that he wished to feel yet again. His eyes were downcast, unable to meet your own as a blush spread from his cheeks to the tip of his ears.

“I– I could give you–” he swallowed, “my virginity.”

Your eyes widened, having never received such an offer from a human before. You couldn’t lie, the man before you was beautiful, but you also knew that this was a rather unconventional way for one to worship a spirit such as yourself.

“Are you sure?” you asked, wanting to make sure he was fine with it, “you could gift me something else, it could be something small even – like your hydria or even the clothes on your person–”

“No. I’ve made my decision,” he paused, “you wanted someone to worship you, right?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Then let me worship you.”

Despite his words, he seemed very unsure of himself as he reached out for your hand, holding it up to his mouth before kissing along your palm. Your eyes softened, his actions nearly melting your heart. You moved your hand to his cheek, tracing your thumb along it as you initiated a kiss with him once more. This time, rather than doing so to prevent his drowning, you savored the taste of his lips upon yours, enjoying the roughened texture of them as they caressed your lips. His movements were hesitant, but the groan that bubbled from his throat told a very different story.

“Is– is this okay?” he asked once parted from your lips, and you smiled at him.

“It’s more than okay, Giyuu, you’re doing perfectly,” you reassured him, causing the faintest blush to appear on his cheeks.

“Okay.”

He kissed you once more, his hands hesitant before placing them gently on your bare hips. You could feel his pulse beating rapidly against your skin, slowly guiding his hands further down towards your ass. His breath caught in his throat before looking at you, eyes nervous and unsure until you kissed him once more, encouraging him to grope and feel how soft and pliable you were in his hands. A hum emitted from your throat, and he smiled into the kiss, feeling slightly more confident in his actions as he held you close to him.

He moved to your jaw, kissing along it before slowly licking a stripe down your neck, the slight saltiness evident against the freshwater you both were submerged in. His kisses were delicate – soft despite the chapness of his lips as he kissed along your collarbone. He moved his hands from your ass, making them travel upwards and around towards your breasts, holding them gently.

“Squeeze them,” you commanded softly, and he obliged, groping them like he did your ass – but it wasn’t enough. You took his hands in yours, taking them off your breasts.

“Did I do something wrong?” he looked worried, and you shook your head.

“No, love, I just want to show you how I like it, okay?” you reassured him, before taking your own breasts in your hands, pinching your nipples and rolling them between your fingers, moaning softly as you played with your tits. Giyuu watched eagerly, taking in every movement you made as you pleasured yourself. You looked back at him before taking his hands and placing them once more on your breasts, and he copied your movements, yet it somehow felt better than when you did it, his roughened hands playing with your breasts – a delicious contrast against your soft skin. Eventually, he lowered himself so he could latch his mouth to one of your tits, sucking gently as his eyes fluttered shut in contentment, his cock beginning to strain against the cloth that hung from his waist.

“Mmh– such a good boy, Giyuu, doing such a good job for me,” you praised, causing him to groan against your nipple, sending vibrations through it as he felt his cock throb at your words. Your hand rose to cradle the back of his head as he sucked at your tits, alternating between the two when he felt as though he wasn’t giving enough attention to one compared to the other.

Eventually, he started to kiss down your stomach, descending towards your heat until he stood on the floor of the spring, with you floating in the water above him. Your fingers found purchase in his hair as he gave a shy lick to your swollen clit, causing your hands to tighten around his dark locks. His eyes looked up to you in approval, peering through his pretty lashes at you as you brushed your fingers through his hair, smiling down at him. His pupils dilated, and he pressed the tip of his nose to your clit as he began licking around your sopping hole, not tearing his eyes away from you while sloppily eating your hot cunt. His tongue was flattened against your slit as he licked a wide stripe up it, before licking at your clit, running circles around it teasingly. 

Suddenly, an idea came to his mind, causing him to temporarily part from your cunt before sitting down on the sand below him. You lowered yourself down to the floor as well, wondering what he had in mind, before you saw him lay fully on his back.

“Please, will you… sit on my face?” he asked innocently, his eyes peering up at you in such an obedient manner. You smiled at him, and did as he asked. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, pushing you down so your full weight was on him. His tongue delved into your hole, shallowly thrusting in and out of it, causing you to bring a hand up to your mouth, muffling your moans. 

“Wanna hear you, please,” he begged from between your thighs, and reached to bring your arm down and away from your mouth, causing you to moan unabashedly as you ground your hips into his face. 

He continued to slurp up your sweet juices, nose nudging at your clit as he fucked his tongue into you, collecting anything and everything you’d give him, groaning hungrily with each taste. 

“Fuck– I– shit, you’re gonna make me cum,” you moaned, grinding down faster as he continued his ministrations, a tension building up deep in your gut as he licked at your needy pussy, until finally the tension snapped, causing heat and pleasure to course through your blood as you screamed his name.

“Giyuu—! Fuck, so good– so good f’ me,” you whined, and he moaned into your cunt, sending vibrations into it as you rode out your high, roughly grabbing at his hair, causing him to let out a small whine.

“Shit, such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” you asked, and he nodded quietly.

“Say it.” 

“Mmh.. ‘m– ‘m a good boy f’ you,” he whimpered, “love worshiping y-yo– oh!” 

You reached under his cloth and started stroking his cock. You were slightly surprised by its length, giving long strokes along his shaft before collecting the precum that had leaked from his tip. 

“So sensitive, aren’t you? Have you never touched yourself before, Giyuu?” you asked, and he whined pathetically, shaking his head, “so cute, ‘s a shame no one has ever touched this cock before– not even yourself. It’s okay though, baby, ‘m here now to take care of that.” 

He moaned softly as you kept stroking his dick, pulling it out from the cloth that hid it. You pushed the cloth he was wearing down his legs and off of his body. Once he was completely bare, you moved on top of him, your pussy hovering just above his cock.

“I’m going to ask you one more time: are you sure you want this, Giyuu?” you asked.

“Yes, please,” he whimpered.

You sank down on his cock, feeling it throb inside of you, veins pulsing as you took him deeper and deeper inside, moaning as your hips were finally flush against his. You reached behind your back, cupping his balls in your hand before starting to bounce up and down on him. His eyes shut, brows furrowing as he tried to take in how good it felt for your cunt to be wrapped around him. 

“Wait– wait s-slow down, I won’t last long–” he protested, but that only encouraged you to move faster.

“N-no, please, ‘m gonna– ‘m gonna–!” his voice was cut off by a low groan as he spilled himself deep inside of your pussy, his cum hot as it exploded in ropes against your pulsing walls as your second orgasm came crashing down around you, grinding yourself into his hips as you both tilted your heads back in ecstasy.

“Such a good boy, maybe I’ll keep you as a pet– you’d like that, wouldn’t you? To have no worries at all except to look pretty and please me?” you asked him, and he whined a small yes in response.

“I knew it – good pets deserve rewards, don’t you think, baby?”

He nodded, whining at how overstimulated he felt from your pussy clenching around him. You slid off of his cock and stood up, before holding your hand out, palm facing up towards the surface. Ice fractals began to swirl around your palm, forming an object Giyuu couldn’t quite make out until you held it out in front of him, causing his eyes to widen and his cheeks to flush in embarrassment.

“Do you want me to fuck you, pet?” you asked softly, holding up the ice dildo that you created, “I promise I’ll be gentle with you.”

He swallowed thickly, but he was intrigued, so he nodded, “yes, please,” his voice small and soft as he spoke.

“Turn around for me then.”

Giyuu sat up and turned his back to you before getting onto his hands and knees, his ass on complete display for you. You caressed one of his cheeks before giving it a light slap, causing him to whimper softly. You knelt behind him, at first inserting a finger into his hole, causing him to tense at the sensation.

“Relax, pet, you’re doing such a good job for me,” you cooed, and he did his best to relax his muscles, softly whining as you moved your finger in and out of him, caressing his walls before slowly working in a second finger and prodding them deeper into his hole.

He was trembling, arching his back as you thrust your fingers in once more before removing them completely, making him whine at the feeling of emptiness inside of him. His whining was cut short, however, as you pressed the ice cold dick against his ass, causing him to shudder due to its temperature. You leaned over him, and brought your face close to his ear.

“Are you ready, baby boy?”

“Yes,” he moaned, gasping as you inserted the toy inside of him, the coldness of it making it difficult for him to relax as you slowly began moving it, having the toy press against his prostate with every single thrust. You reached around his torso to stroke his cock as you fucked him, and the combined stimulation caused a familiar buildup to bubble up in his gut.

“Nngh– so, so good,” he moaned, slowly losing himself as he began fucking himself back on the toy, meeting each of your thrusts while simultaneously fucking his cock into your fist.

“Such a good little slut for me, you love this don’t you? You love being my pretty little whore, huh?” you smirked.

“Yes, yes– love it,” he moaned, the tension nearly at its breaking point as he continued to fuck himself with your help. “Gonna– gonna cum again, please let me cum,” he begged.

“Of course, baby. Cum for me.”

His legs shook as he arched his back further, head tilting up as his eyes rolled back into his head, moaning as his cum spurted out from his cock. He gasped, panting as he fucked himself slowly into your hand to prolong his orgasm, cheeks red and hot as he finally came down from his high. You removed the dildo from his ass and converted it back into liquid before pulling him into your arms, allowing him to collapse into you from pure exhaustion.

“You did so well for me, baby,” you praised, and he gave you a small smile as he closed his eyes, head resting against your chest.

After a while, you swam him back up to the surface of the water, allowing him to swim and crawl back onto the land surrounding your sacred spring.

“You may always return if you wish, I’d never be opposed to receiving more worship from you,” you teased, and his blush was hot as he frantically tried to pull on his wet clothing, grimacing at the slight discomfort it brought him.

You smiled and, with a wave of your hand, you evaporated the water that soaked both him and his cloth. He sent you a thankful look before pulling it onto his body.

“I believe you should go find your group, pet, they may think you’re dead since you’ve been gone for so long,” you smiled at him.

Nodding, he muttered a quick, “thanks,” before collecting his xiphos blade and hydria and walking off into the forest once more.

It was only by the time he reached his group's encampment that he realized that the hydria he was supposed to fill up was completely empty.

He may need to go back to the spring once more – just to collect the water this time, of course.

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TITLE: Venom Eater

SUMMARY: Moving on proves its challenges. Not everyone has the ability to accept that what happened, happened - and what was, was. So as you try to lead a new life, single and trying to heal, the journey proves to be far from easy. It’s worse than difficult and more painful than what you could’ve imagined. The only comforting source is that what will be, will be. And there’s no changing that.

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won’t be able to regulate/monitor every potential interaction with those posts so please do not engage with me, my work, or page whatsoever.

TAGS: mentions of breakups, exes, angst, arguments, swearing, smut, slices of life here and there, alcohol (Jisung is drunk but there isn’t much detail on it), confrontation.

WC: 6K+

TAGLIST: @emikisses @linos-kitten @chansbabygirlsstuff @lixiespick @frogieeheart @/fuckthinking @nimx9 @/shishou1687 @inniescandy-01 @konstanceee @/rose13255 @queenmea604

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A/N: the long-awaited part 2 to Venom Biter! This was originally meant to be longer but I decided that I wanted to flesh out the plot a little bit more so things will get worse and or better who knows…

There’s never a grey area about what people do after a terrible breakup. It’s always black and white. Whether someone cuts their hair, dyes it, alters their aesthetic, or goes on holiday to escape the reality. 

The gym can make for the perfect best friend to subtly take revenge on someone a person once had.

But your new best friend was Tinder. A platform of opportunities to explore and select at your perusal. Providing you with gorgeous men who were looking to fuck and nothing more than that. If Tinder wasn’t the buzz for you that night, it would be going out with friends - friends that didn’t include ones that you made through Minho. 

These ones’ you would only see about once every three months then band together again as if nothing has changed in the space between. It’s not awkward when you’re around them and so far, it has taken your mind off the past two months. Since then, your connection with Minho has been one of which where-

“God fuck I’m cumming!”

Minho knows he is too when his eyes screwed shut, laying back as he lets you use his cock, “shit, so am I,” he breathes out, watching you roll your hips in a frantic craze to get yourself over the edge. You miss this. 

The way that you squeeze around him is the final straw that breaks the camel's back. Minho swears towards the ceiling, back arching as his dick glides in deeper. Within a couple of seconds, his vision flashes just as white as your insides that he fills. 

The top half of your body flops forward onto his chest, spent from the past fifteen minutes that you’ve been riding him non-stop. Now it’s almost possible to hear the rapid thumping of his heartbeat that violently bashes from within. Not wanting to stay in that position for any longer, you peel yourself back, hopping off his body. 

“I need you out by seven,” you declare, picking up his sweatpants and t-shirt from the floor and then throwing them right at him. 

Minho grumbles but doesn’t flinch, “seven? Fucking hell.”

“Well, I have to go to work so you’re not staying.” 

“I figured that,” he fusses before sitting up. “At least let me use your gym here.” 

You pause for a second to look at him, wondering where he gets his audacity from sometimes, “fine.” 

“Thank you,” he replies then starts donning his clothes as you make your way to the bathroom for a hot shower. 

This is what it’s been like for a while now - a pernicious seesaw effect of meeting up with Minho, sleeping with him (usually in the mornings), and going about your day as if he wasn’t in your guts twenty minutes ago. 

It’s always a good feeling in the moment but after, there’s a lingering icky weight that you’re tirelessly towing along with you wherever you go. You’re not sure if Minho feels the same because even though you’ve talked to him a few times, there’s no talk of each other's feelings anymore. It’s not that neither of you are ready for that looming and tender conversation. It’s just as if there’s no point. 

By the time you were out of the shower, Minho was still on the edge of your bed, fully clothed and ready to leave. 

“I’m not making you breakfast,” you say to him, wrapping the towel around your body a little tighter. 

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t expecting you to,” he responds. “I need to talk to you about something.”

“Can it wait until the end of the day, because I need to get ready for work.”

He groans, getting fed up, “surely you can get ready and listen at the same time.” 

You rustle through your drawers for a pair of underwear and bra, “to other people maybe.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“If you want to use the gym, go now,” you instruct sternly, hoping that he’ll just disappear. 

When he detects that he can’t get through to you right now, he gives up. It’s too early to argue, so places his hand on the door handle, opening it for himself to leave and head down to the first floor, leaving you to prepare for another day’s work in peace.

After a quick breakfast, getting dressed and decent, you grab your bags and depart. On your way out, you spot Minho using the weights while you dart past the foyer, briefly thinking about how the time to cut him off is fast approaching. 

You can’t keep doing this. There’s no way to move on if you’re both still latched onto each other's ankles like how kids are with their parents. That need for one another is still present. 

“Who even am I when I’m not with you?” Minho asked you two weeks into sleeping with him again after breaking up. His comment sums up the reason of ‘why you decide to keep running back to each other’.

It’s not a hard statement to understand. You’ve been with Minho for a long time, you’re both still young and haven’t dated anyone else except between yourselves. It’s like being a dog that was never socialised as a puppy, unable to interact with others because it’s not sure how. 

Suppose it’s the fear and anxiety that comes with separating from your favourite person. 

The world and society have become scarier than it previously was and life is not as secure when you’re not with the person who can shield you from those things. There’s no comfort, only pure vulnerability, and what better way to feel protected than to return to a lover even when there’s nothing but a feeble spark that’s left over from what was once a blazing forest fire. 

Seungmin challenges that particular view of yours at dinner with Felix as well after a long day at work. He wanted to see where you were coming from but also because he’s there to force feed you the icy, sobering truth when you don’t want to hear it. 

“If there’s no romance, what’s the point of going back to each other?” he asks. 

“They were dating for years Seungmin, you don’t just get over someone that quickly,” Felix responds instead like he was the one being offended.

Dissimilar to Seungmin, Lix will let you down gently and is afraid to hurt you with the sharp use of words that can be sometimes. 

“Supposedly,” you mutter to yourself knowing full well how fast it was for Minho to just go ahead and fuck someone else after you had broken up. 

“Do you still love him?” Seungmin questions swiftly. 

“No,” you respond promptly. 

“If there was an opportunity to get back together with him, would you go for it?” 

“No,” you answer again. “I couldn’t.” 

Felix blinks, not expecting that answer, “well…then…”

“Then stop seeing him if you know what’s good for you,” Seungmin continues. “Those icky feelings that you get after sleeping with him - not good. That’s the regret you’re experiencing and it’ll never feel any better.”

There’s no crack or fault in his advice. Had you not dished out the truth about the details of your messy breakup before and after, you would’ve still been glued to the same spot. It’s important to have someone humble you, and there’s no better person to do that than Seungmin. 

“Just keep thinking about it, okay? On another note, Hyunjin’s coming back from France next week so we’re having a dinner and drinks,” Seungmin mentions. 

Your mind briefly departs from the subject of your ex, “is he? Has it really been that long?”

“Yeah,” Felix replies, also surprised. “You’re coming right? We’re going to have a few drinks too, and catch up.”

“What time?” You ask.

“Around six,” Seungmin answers. “Does Minho know?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” you shrug, the thought of him returning to your mind once again. “I don’t know if he’d have any interest in going since they’re not friends anymore.” 

Felix recalls that factor, “that’s right. But, if the rest of us are going to be there, we should invite him too, no? Unless it’s too difficult for y-”

“It won’t be difficult,” you reply, punctuating the rest of Felix’s sentence a little too quickly. “He and I can get along for about…ten minutes before things go sour. Plus, I don’t mind not going if he wants to. I can always catch up with Hyunjin another day.” 

“You’re our friend too, remember? Don’t let your asshole of an ex-boyfriend stop you from seeing us. You broke up with him, not us,” Seungmin sends you a powerful reminder. “I’ll have a chat with him so that you don’t have to.”

He has a full understanding that if you and Minho were to attempt another civil conversation, it’ll go haywire and lead to more regret that you don’t need to be feeling right now. It just goes to prove that he’s beyond correct to even assume that fact.

The minute you both try to convey how or what it is that you’re both feeling, tensions boil over. For some reason that tension is only resolved by being bent over the nearest surface and fucking it out together. 

It’s not healthy. 

You go to remind Minho of what he did to you which he hates hearing, not because he denies it but because he does truly feel guilty. His only saving grace to that argument was that you had both technically broken up, meaning there were no ties to one another afterwards. Still, he missed the point of the fact that he hurt you as a result of those actions. It was too fresh to have done that to you.

Even when he recognised that factor, it was hard for him to accept that he actually caused you some form of irreversible emotional harm

However, Seungmin was right in the fact that you broke up with Minho and not your friend which enabled you to leave that dinner feeling a bit better and with a clearer judgement about going forward with a decision to cut all ties with Minho. It wasn’t something to look forward to. 

But what was, is the dinner in the upcoming week. It’s the prime opportunity to see everyone again for the first time in over a month. 

Despite your collection of text messages and calls from the likes of Chan, Jisung, Changbin and others, it was hard to associate yourselves with them in fear that all they’ll do is unintentionally remind you of Minho. It was the same way he felt when he was clearing out his house - not wanting to be around anyone or anything that would refresh his memory of you. 

Now, all you want to do is move on. 

Work had a helping hand in that process. Having been so busy with things piling up, your mind was free from Minho during the day. You were able to focus on tasks instead of wallowing and thinking about whether or not to give him a second chance

If it weren’t for Seungmin texting you the details of the upcoming dinner, work-life would’ve swallowed you up whole and made you forget. 

From Minnie: 6 pm we’re meeting up, Also, just a heads up, Minho said he’s coming. Take it with a grain of salt though bc he might change his mind. 

To Minnie: Thank you :)

You inhale a breath of fresh air. Going to this dinner was necessary whether it was going to be difficult or not. The presence of Minho wasn’t going to stop you from seeing your friends, and with that, you decide to get ready and head straight to the venue. 

The restaurant has a separate open area for functions and tables people can book out. The dim golden lighting brings a warm and cosy vibe to the venue, coupled with a beautiful earthy aroma from reed diffusers distributed around the place and the smell of promised good food. It’s a relatively fancy setting, but not to a degree where you would be denied entry if you didn’t meet a dress code. 

As you walk further down, you can already see Chan and Jisung chatting up a storm in the corner while they wait for the others. It’s a relief that not many people have made it so far in order to keep as low of a profile as possible and to not draw attention to yourself. However, little by little, they will definitely notice you’re there. 

Jisung is the first to spot you, his jaw becomes unhinged as he drags himself out of the booth, speeds over with his face lit up, and throws his arms around you in a bone crushing hug. He nearly squeezes and shifts all of your organs out of place. 

“Do you know how much I’ve missed you?” he exclaims loudly in your ear. 

Chan laughs in the distance at his best friend's behaviour, “let her breathe Jisung.” 

He releases your body for a rush of oxygen to surge back to your brain, “sorry, I just can’t help the fact that I haven’t seen you in a month!” 

“You Facetimed me Jisung,” reminding him of that one and only time you accepted him reaching out to you to see if you were okay. 

“That’s completely different, anyway sit down,” he offers. “I’ll get you a drink.” 

Without wanting to hear any protest from you, Jisung darts off to the bar nearby, ordering a beverage or two. Chan then waves out, ushering you to come and sit before you walk towards the booth. 

“If I had gone another week without seeing you, I’d probably start to forget what you look like,” Chan jokes, patting his hand down on the space of cushion beside him for you to sit. 

“That wouldn’t be such a bad thing,” you respond. 

The second you’re seated, you can already feel Chan’s mind trying to intrude yours. There’s no point in lying to him when he’s akin to one of those Occlumens from Harry Potter, an all knowing person who can hear every one of your thoughts at will. Regardless of the fact that he’s not, it’s his parental nature which exudes that. 

“Going okay?” He asks you. 

You take a deep breath in and sigh out, “I could be worse.”

“You’re still here though,” he responds wisely. “And so are we.” 

Chan never wanted to ask why you never told them or came to them when you first broke up with Minho. They all had to find out through one another then needed to text or ring you to confirm that it was actually real. However, they all knew that you must’ve had your reasons. Naturally, it would’ve been tough to accept let alone leaning on your close friends for support. 

“Thank you,” you respond. 

“Here we go,” Jisung calls out, carefully returning with two different types of cocktails. “They’re both strong as hell so don’t try to choose.” 

“Not that you’d have it any other way right?” you reply, helping him with the glasses as he sits down beside you. 

He pats your head as he goes to sit down and slings his arm around your shoulder, “you know me too well. Anyway, Changbin and Hyunjin are here. He just texted me before.” 

Chan sulks, “what? No! he was supposed to wait until everyone else was here.” 

“To be fair, they were meant to be here twenty minutes ago so Changbin is actually on time,” Jisung responds. “Anyway, how are you missy?” 

“Better now that I’m with you guys,” you answer, giving him a bit of a friendly nudge before leaning into him.

Jisung grins, genuinely relieved on the inside to hear that you are. Not that you have been able to notice, but they were all worried for you at one point. The lack of information regarding your whereabouts or even the state of your well-being was concerning. It was almost like you had dropped off the face of the earth at one point, right up until you finally made the decision to start accepting people trying to contact you. 

Unfortunately for your friends, they had to learn about what you were up to through Minho, and even today, you’re not sure if what he said to them was the truth. Nonetheless, they all knew at the end of the day, if they were ever unsure or suspicious of what he was feeding to them, they were mature enough to come to you to double check. If they were able to get through to you. 

“Good. Now come back and hang out with me because these guys are boring.” 

Chan goes to lift a finger and point across at Jisung to object his statement before Changbin rounds the corner with Hyunjin trailing at his side. 

The last you saw him was some five years ago, just before he went away to an arts’ school in France to study. Now he returns taller with much more cut and distinct features and a head of light brown hair that’s visibly eclipsed his natural jet-black colour. Despite that, he also seems softer or shy when he gives everyone at the table a half smile. 

“Who’d you say was boring?” Changbin prods into the conversation. 

Jisung points up with his beverage in hand, “you and Hyunjin!”

Hyunjin’s eyebrows knit together with worry, “is he drunk already?” 

A bright smile fashions on Changbin’s face when he notices you, “Y//N! Now it’s two welcome home parties!” 

Hyunjin turns to look down at you in surprise, “have you been away as well?”

His question serves as a reminder that he has been relatively out of the loop since he’s been gone – not that you expected him to be fully aware of everything since he probably had better things to do. Hyunjin was still active in the group chat, but none of you prefer to communicate that way when hanging out is the better option. Whilst he’s missed out on a lot of stuff that’s happened, he hasn’t been so oblivious to other things. 

“Not exactly,” you respond awkwardly. “But welcome back by the way.”

He smiles softly, “thank you.”

The get-together officially kicked off when Jeongin, Seungmin, and Felix arrived just before the second round of drinks was ordered. Everyone was happy to have Hyunjin back. Even for you, it was nice to see him again after so long – it was nice to see everyone in general. The setting was reminiscent of old times when everyone banded together. Whether it was at karaoke, dinner, a bar, someone’s house, or at some event, it’s always a good feeling when you’re around them. 

It leads you to feel slightly upset that you haven’t seen them in so long. You’ve missed hearing their laughs, their jokes, and the safety that you feel too. But for a very painfully obvious reason, none of it seems to be the same without Minho. 

“Didn’t show up did he?” Seungmin, who had been chatting up a storm with someone at the bar, walks over and takes a seat opposite you at the cornered booth. Just about all of them were alternating from the table to the bar, and a space they’d found to stand up to talk, or in Jisung’s case, dance by himself. 

“Mm,” you mumble. “Which I’m sure is a good thing.” 

He shrugs carelessly but with a small grin, “for your benefit. Not that I’m an expert in relationship problems but I can speak from personal experience.” 

“That’s true,” you respond, remembering that he has in fact had his heart broken a few times by the same person. 

Luckily for him, he’s ceased the chase and gave an account the other day at dinner of how freeing it was to be his own individual. It’s something you can only hope to achieve at this point – to be liberated from that sticky dependency you have on Minho. 

It’s not love that you feel for him anymore, you’re sure of it. But it’s similar to a violent craving. His skin, voice – oh his voice. Everything about his body has you itching under the surface to have him by your side even though things end in a fiery argument, which is usually how it goes. 

It wasn’t love anymore. It was dependency. A type of separation anxiety that fills you up with this icy cold feeling that won’t go away until you specifically have Minho near you. Still, deep down, you knew you didn’t love him anymore. 

“Is Jisung okay?” Hyunjin ticks his head towards his friends’ direction. 

Judging by the fact that Chan was holding a barely conscious Jisung up was a clear indicator that he definitely wasn’t okay. Never has he been able to handle his alcohol well and it was evident by the lack of control over his own body. 

Seungmin looks over concernedly then looks down at his phone to check the time, “shit, I have to take him home too.” 

He abandons you briefly to help out Chan. Both of them collectively agree that Jisung needs to go home or at the very least be removed from the bar to sober up. They take him to an empty table nearby and ask the bartender for some water. Meanwhile, Hyunjin turns a blind eye to the chaos and talks to you instead.

“How have you been Y/N?” He asks. 

“Yeah, good. You? How was France?”

By the look on his face, it was as if your question brought back a whole heap of good memories to the forefront of his mind, “I couldn’t have asked for a better experience.” 

“That’s good to hear,” you reply. “So have you graduated already?” 

“Three months from now I will be,” he answers. “Why? You wanna come watch me walk across the stage over there?” 

You consider his offer, “what if I said ‘yes’ to that?” 

“Then I’d be over the moon,” Hyunjin emphasises then offers a brilliant suggestion that springs into his mind. “In turn, maybe I can show you around France and all the places I went to.”

“Is that a deal then?” 

“Sounds like a solid deal to me,” he responds and whether he was joking or not, either way, it seemed a pleasant idea. 

During the last hour of the dinner, you spent having an in-depth conversation with Hyunjin. From what he got up to in France, what he wants to do in the future, then covered what you’ve been doing as well

The topic of your ex-boyfriend was difficult to navigate, but you managed it well by diverting to another subject. The last thing you wanted to talk about was Minho for fear that the more you think about him, the more you’d want him. 

Then again, you’re reminded once more of the fact that Hyunjin and Minho aren’t friends. He may not have any interest in him whatsoever. But it’s not like they left each other on horrendous terms. Not like how you and Minho did. Plus, it’s hard to see this fresh shade of Hyunjin in front of you, hating anyone he doesn’t like or doesn’t know. 

The Hyunjin from five years ago would’ve held a grudge, but now you can see by his shift in personality, that he’s let it go. 

When it came down to having to leave, everyone seemed to have their own plans. Seungmin would have the misfortune of taking care of Jisung. Felix, Jeongin, Hyunjin, and Changbin decided to go bar hopping while they were still stable on their feet and even encouraged you to come with them. It took a lot of convincing to tell them ‘no’ after you were set on heading home to the comfort of your own space.  

Seungmin assured Chan that he was fine to handle Jisung, then thought it would be a polite gesture to accompany your side when you decided to walk home, regardless if it was only a minute's commute from the restaurant. 

“How are you holding up?” Chan addresses the elephant in the room. 

His question could be seen a mile away. It made you wonder if that was the reason he chose to walk you home since his place is in the opposite direction. Although he wasn’t confronting you, that’s exactly what it felt like. 

“Somewhat okay, I suppose,” you answer. 

“No, how are you really? We see Minho all the time. In fact, he won’t leave us alone. But we haven’t seen you,” he responds. “You can still hang out with us you know?” 

“I know that,” you almost whine, especially after offering your ear to Jisung just for him to repeat the same words for over two hours. “I’ve been busy.” 

“I guess being busy is a positive.”

“It’s when there’s nothing to do or I don’t feel good and I don’t have anyone around,” you respond and both come to a halt when you reach the entrance to your apartment building. “That’s the hardest.”

“That’s when you call us,” Chan says strictly. “I know you know this too, but all of us would drop whatever it is that we’re doing to come and help you. Not just Minho, even though I had some reservations about seeing him after what he did.” 

The last parts of his words surprised you. Chan actually thought about cutting Minho off too when he found out what happened…

“So he did tell you everything.”

“Everything,” he confirms. “Including everything that you’ve both been up to now. Like how you still see each other now and then – and not for the reasons I had hoped. So why do you keep seeing him when you want to move on?”

Your eyes narrow at him, “how do you even know that I want to move on?” 

“The fact that you still sleep with him but won’t pursue any sort of communication to get back with him romantically, says a lot Y/N. And I know that because he’s told me,” Chan answers bitterly, but not in a nasty way. “Your body might miss him, but I know your mind doesn’t.”

He’s bitten through the truth which you can’t seem to, his elderly brother-type personality forces you to see reason. You’d be offended if Minho tried to initiate a conversation about wanting to get back together, knowing that he’s not in any position to be making requests after what he did. 

“Why are you telling me all of this?” You ask tiredly. 

“I want what’s best for you,” he says. “Yes, Minho too in some way, but I told him he needed to figure out what he did on his own because I can’t help him with that. That’s his punishment.” 

You supress a laugh, “thank you.” 

Your short talk with Chan made you realise how empty your cup had been since you last saw him – since you last saw all of your friends under one roof. It was rewarding and it felt like home to be near them. However, his words weren’t there for you to just defer from. You had to listen to him. He was right in saying that your body misses Minho but your mind doesn’t because the next time he came around, you swore to yourself that it was going to be the last time you saw him.  

But it needed a conversation, one that you weren’t even sure if you were ready to have, too scared to rip that band aid off. 

As you don your bra back on and shimmy on your underwear that Minho almost tore off, you think of all the possible ways to approach this situation, bearing in mind that it does have the potential to blow up. 

“W-We need to talk,” you stammer, wondering if that’s a good way to start. It’s a start, that’s all that matters. 

Minho stares at you from the other side of your bed, halfway through putting on his t-shirt, “okay, what about?” 

Without any warning, you blurted out what needed to - what must be said, “we should stop seeing each other.”  

Heavy silence drapes over the room, except for the cogs working overtime in Minho’s brain, trying to decode your words could almost be heard. You can most definitely see it on his deadpan face. It illuminates the seriousness of the situation compared to what it was five minutes ago.

“Can you give me some more detail about that?” He requests. 

“I just don’t think it’s healthy that we continue to sleep with each other when we’re not going to get back together,” you inform him. 

“You don’t want to get back together?” Minho poses the long awaited question that hurts to even conjure an answer. 

“Be honest, we’d be together right now if you knew that I was serious about it,” you say truthfully. “I’ll never not love you, but I can’t love you in the way that I used to.” 

The sheer surprise of the conversation made Minho realise that he’s been consuming too much of a good thing. That he actually wasn’t prepared to talk to you about this. It’s been creeping around the back of his mind since you both started seeing each other casually but ignored it so as to spend as much time with you as he could even though you weren’t with him anymore. 

“Right.”

“Look, just…don’t go cold on me, because I do want to talk to you about these things,” you plead with him. 

“Such as?”

“Such as our friends,” you start off. “All of us hang out a lot, but I didn’t want our…breakup to stop either one of us from seeing them. They’re your friends and mine too. I’d hate for us to be driven away from them because we can’t coexist anymore.” 

“Fair enough.” 

You can sense that he’s already starting to shut down. An obvious coping mechanism that’s triggered by something he wasn’t prepared to hear. But while the final shreds of his rationality are still with you in the room, you make haste, and dish out the important points he needs to know.

“We might not ever be friends again even though that’s not what I’m hoping for-“

Minho stands up from the edge of your bed, cutting the rest of your sentence off in the process, “if you’re serious about everything that you just said, then I don’t want to see you text or call me first asking me to come over. This isn’t a one-sided deal that only applies to me, you have to stick to it as well.” 

“This isn’t even a deal Minho. I am telling you not to.” 

“What? Telling me ‘not to’ because you can’t control yourself around me? Fine. I don’t know if you realise this, but the majority of the texts between the both of us, are mainly sent from you - you asking for me, telling me how lonely you are, or how much you miss my body. So don’t start handing out instructions when you’re not going to adhere to them as well.”

There’s a viper-like sting to his words that keeps piercing your resolve. A truthful sting that seeps poison into your blood, making you feel sick and cold. He’s torn you off your high horse for a moment, bringing you back down to earth to realise that it’s not just him who needs to see reason as well.

He had a very strong argument.

Minho sighs and tails more information to his tangent, “look I will do whatever it is that you want me to do. But, if this is what you want, then you can’t deny that it will only work one way.” 

There’s an efflorescence of achiness in your chest. A familiar one that you felt in the early days after breaking up with Minho. It was the same one you would feel whenever you’d have to lock the door to the spare bedroom in his house whenever he bought someone else over. 

Heartbreak. 

It lingers when he finally leaves with the promise of never reaching out to you again, at least for sex because there was no way of avoiding him in the future. That fact was impossible to refute. But this is what breakups consist of. Not one hairline shy off of being messy. It could, though, be much worse. That’s as much you had to be grateful for when you have to start from square one all over again.

Changing things up was necessary. You had already moved out from Minho’s, which there was no choice behind, but that meant new scenery. Different places to peruse in your own time that you hadn’t yet ever since you had moved out

It opened up new opportunities to visit some local things, especially on your way back home from work as you decide to call into a small cafe.  

Soft bossa nova plays calmly in the background as you stand and deliberate on something sweet to take home with you for after dinner. If it weren’t for the many niche options to select from, you would’ve almost missed the voice talking from beside you. 

“I heard the matcha bread is nice here.”

Your surprise gets the better of you, almost forgetting how to speak for a split second when you see a familiar tall figure you met once more from the other week. 

“Hyunjin?”

“Hey,” he smiles. “Wanna sit down together?”

You end up ordering yourself a warm drink and a sweet pastry to go while Hyunjin found a small table right in the crook of the cafe. His sudden appearance was rather pleasant, allowing you to divert from your own thoughts for a bit. Plus, it’s always nice to sit and chat with a friend. 

“I thought you might’ve been here to meet up with one of the others,” you say to him. 

Hyunjin nods, putting his coffee down, “I just spent the last couple of hours helping Changbin buy clothes just down the road at one of the shopping centres, so that’s where I came from.”

You smile, “well he trusts you more than the others in that department.”

“As he should,” Hyunjin grins softly. “How are you?” 

“I’m well, I just finished work and was heading home,” you respond.

“I’m not keeping you from going am I?” He asks politely.

“No, not at all,” You quickly exclaim. “The longer I stay, the more of an excuse I have not to do the mountain of things I need to for work.” 

Hyunjin chuckles, “well, as long as it doesn’t get you into trouble with your colleagues.”

“I should be fine,” you hope. 

“You know, when I think about it, you and I never really spoke that much back then,” he points out. “I only just realised that from last week when I saw you again.” 

His comment makes you think back too

Hyunjin was definitely part of your friend group, but not one who you would hang out with individually or with another person. He was just there, almost like he was known to you by association. Aside from the fact that he’s well-mannered and kind, the only aspect of his personality that seemed to have changed is how boisterous he used to be.

Although, that’s to be expected when people mature and cross the bridge from adolescence to adulthood. 

“True enough,” you reply and start snickering when you remember something funny. “But I have good memories of you though. Like when you threw that bottle at Jisung.”

Hyunjin’s eyes nearly pop out of his head, “I remember that. I could’ve killed him with that too.”

“Or when Chan had to pull you up from the train tracks because you fell off the platform and got stuck,” you add on.

“Most of those memories seem to have some type of mortal peril attached to it,” Hyunjin discovers. 

“You were young,” you remind him tenderly. “They make for the best memories anyway.” 

He agrees, staring into a space on the table as he reminisces, “true. So much has changed since I got back. I feel like I’ve missed out on growing up with you all even though we were just teenagers back then and adults now.” 

“Maybe, but we’re still young though and some have more growing up to do than others,” you hint very cryptically at one person who automatically springs to mind. “So don’t feel sad that you’ve missed out when there’s still a lot for us out there.” 

Hyunjin sits a bit more comfortably knowing that. As you both continue to talk, he realises how much you’ve changed yet somehow remained the same. You grew into your features, enhancing what was already there to a finer degree. Your looks were Hyunjin’s first impression of you when you first met as devious young teenagers. 

That was before he discovered that you are as kind and cool as you come across. But you were just distant friends back then. Now, Hyunjin detected a space for that to potentially change. He wanted to get to know the friend he hung out with here and there.

Even though time threatened to cut the starting opportunity short, it was still a start nonetheless, and Hyunjin was confident that there would be other times to arrive as well. So as the baristas begin cleaning up behind the counter and around the cafe, both you and Hyunjin took it as a sign that it was probably time to head off. You both take your belongings, thank the staff on your way out and head into the night. 

“Y/N,” Hyunjin says to you. “We should get coffee again sometime.” 

You nod, “I’d love that. I still have your number.” 

“So do I,” he replies. “What way are you heading?” 

“I’m just literally around the corner, not even a minute away,” you answer. 

“Okay, I’ll look forward to your text then,” he says. 

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* ・✦⇢ contents :: wherein one day, the seven men in your life, decided to put aside their differences and pass you around. [reverse harem] [3,065 words]

* ・✦⇢ warnings/cw :: general yandere themes, filth, sexual themes, you’re getting used and passed around, slight dacryphilia, slight degradation, some m undertones (one of the concubines), smut !!, mention of violence (not to darling or the concubines), possessive behaviour, edging, overstimulation. those who are not of age (minors) dni !

* ・✦⇢ additional notes :: hello everyone! this is my first time (attempting) to write gn!reader smut so be kind ㅠㅡㅠ i am honestly not very sure if this is how you do it or if it’s written well enough but since a promise is a promise, here it is. do let me know if this is okay though ! now is the time i would greatly appreciate feedbacks regarding this since i want to know whether or not everyone liked it (or if you didn’t). hopefully, i was able to do it well and can convey what i wanted properly.

* :: this post is gender neutral and no explicit body parts are particularly mentioned for the readers, therefore, everyone is free to read it! although, if i missed it or something, let me know! because as far as i know, no particulars were ever mentioned. reader is smaller than all concubines tho ! if i missed any warnings/tags lmk!

* :: likes/reblogs and feedbacks are always appreciated! my ask is open for reqs~

CAN YOU STAY UP ALL NIGHT? FUCK ME TIL THE DAYLIGHT !

• the first one loves tormenting you. not in a sadistic sense, but more likely because he couldn’t get enough of you. raised in a holy kingdom where he spent most of his days training to become a paladin, and taking an oath to never let desire rule his life until he found a person whom he will spend the rest of his days with, he was eternally glad that he found you after fulfilling that oath. in his mind, if he were to see you in the premise of the holy kingdom, he wouldn’t be able to keep up the lifestyle he grew accustomed to. with his unlimited stamina, he kept going and using your body for both your pleasures. you remember how once, he fucked you for three days straight, only pausing between meals and catnaps (bath times are spent with him still inside you and depending on both your patience, you either just warm his cock until it’s over or you both end up fucking once more). you wouldn’t have believed your body was capable of having that much stamina— despite already having an above average one— it was all thanks to his healing powers. once he starts noticing your tired, fucked out form, he quickly provides your body with healing energy, and continues once your body regains its normal level. he’s a very eager man; so enthusiastic and so very attentive to your needs. he’s had you writhing in pleasure all by yourself before he even takes you, peppering your entire face with kisses until he gets to your neck and trails it with open mouthed, wet kisses. once he gets to your chest, he’s marking you like a madman while calling you the sweetest of names and singing praises, yet somehow, it all feels so inherently filthy coming from the very holy looking man. he fucks you hard and fast, as if afraid that if he slowed down even for a nanosecond, you’d disappear. he torments you with his insatiability, all the while, the only thing you could ever think is where and how can he learn to be this filthy?

• the second one loves taking his time. contrary to the very first time you did it with him, wherein he came undone before he even began fully touching you, the following times he took you, he savoured every inch of you like he has all the time in the world. and his hands calculatingly takes you apart; his large hands pressing at your thighs and spreading them apart. caressing your entire body until you’re whimpering and gasping for him. in full honestly, he is severely obsessed with how small you are against him. the visual drives him absolutely insane. from his entire physique, down to his cock, everything. revels in the way you suck his cock the most, even if he doesn’t admit it. he loved the way you struggle to take all of him in your mouth and how much you indulge him when he requests you maintain eye contact. he needs to come in your mouth, making you swallow all of it, at least twice before he’s lifting you up, making you bounce on his cock while standing up. he needed to leave a Mark on you, wants to ensure you’ll be able to still feel him even after he’s done with you. then when he’s fucking you, he loves the way he can hold both of your hands with only one of his hand, pinning it above your head as he watched you struggle take all of his cock inside you, completely entranced. but he especially loves the way you ride him, or tell him what to do. he loves when you take full control despite the size difference between the two of you. but he becomes an absolute heart-eyed fool when you’re on top of him, telling him how good he feels inside you. he also loves the way you make his cock sore, so sore. he loves the torture on his overstimulated dick, moaning at the feeling of you tightening around his already sore cock as you continue to bounce on top of him, riding out your high. he finds it rather difficult to leave you then, and the sweet pain of the proof of a little too much love making, concentrated at the tip of his abused cock.

• the third one drags you to filth with his mouth as he hammers into you. “you might be the most noble of them all in this empire, your highness,” he smirked, “but right now, you’re nothing but a filthy whore waiting for everyone to have their turn with you.” and you know it shouldn’t make you clench harder or make your back arch even more so you could take him even more, but it did. and as your body further betrays you, you tried to suppress the lewd noises you were making. “tell me, does your imperial father know that his most trusted knight and the commander of the imperial guard fucked your throat raw and had all of his cum swallowed, not a drop getting out of that greedy mouth of yours?” he taunted you, “or perhaps, you’re already aroused before we even began because your head was already filled with such obscene thoughts unbefitting of your status while you’re supposed to be focusing on the grand meeting?” and instead of answering him, you only made a noise of protest when he slowed down his pace. “answer me or you don’t get to come.” he stated, eyes serious. “i’ll come inside you again and again,” he said while pushing on your abdomen, “but i will stop every time you feel like coming.” he mocked your begging gaze, already spilling his seed inside you as he did so, a little smirk on his face as he proves just how much he meant all his words. he’s a sly one, while he’s not much into too much kinky stuff, he loves the way your eyes tear up whenever you’re desperately in need of an orgasm, or when the pressure of his cock is too much for you to handle so he teases you and your body until he hears you desperately begging, your previous attempts of not wanting to cease control, all but forgotten. gets drunk in the way you crumble underneath him.

• the fourth one has a lot to give, whether it’s room to breathe, praises, or when he’s filling you up with all of his cum. his big, calloused hands massaged your body as he infused a bit of magic to take away the fatigue he’s beginning to see. he eases the tension in your body, expertly moving his hands to your pressure points so you could feel relieved; despite how kind he’s treating your body, however, all he could whisper is, “how filthy, your highness,” he smiled sweetly, “you seem to enjoy being passed around us like this... was being with one of us not as satisfying anymore now that you’ve tasted this? if you enjoy it this much... maybe we, as your men, should put all our differences aside and use you like this more often, hmm?” his taunt could only make you softly grunt, burying your face in the crook of his neck, he laughs mockingly as he teased you some more, hands dangerously falling lower on your back. next thing you know, the hands that were expertly relieving your soreness, are now expertly moving onto even filthier places, caressing your body. feeling his finger against your tight hole, you let out a small gasp. he whispers, “now, now. be good for me, darling.” as he takes his stretching you for him and makes sure you’re ready enough. as he prepares to enter you, you could only wince as you recall how big this man holding you right now is. how is it possible that most of the men in your little harem has a cock to boast about? but your thoughts are cut off when he swiftly moves inside you; filling you up so, so perfectly. he’s got you completely weak that you slumped against him, mewling, telling him to move for you. then he does. and he’s whispering the sweetest praises he could give you, eyeing your other men provokingly, displaying you to everyone and gloating how good he can make you feel— especially, how easily he can make you submit all control to him. and as you let out a needy whine, chanting ‘yes, yes, yes’ like a prayer to whatever it is that he’s saying; whether it may be if you’re good for him, want his cock, or if he should fill you up with his cum. he has you mindlessly whimpering, while his teeth refuses to let go a section of your neck as he relentlessly pounds into you. and you beg for more, so he has you settled on your back, pressed in half, to ready you for the oncoming load of his cum and more to come. he has truly achieved fucking you stupid. so he coos at you, almost sincerely, telling you how much you look good for him this way, looking so stupid as you can only beg him to fill you up with cum, his thrusts never once slowing down. then he has you cumming, your legs shaking uncontrollably, spasming around him making him groan lowly, with your throat aching from a broken scream you let out. after a few more rounds and he pulls out, he watches his cum oozing out of you, pushing his fingers in to keep it back. overall, despite his godly hands and honey coated praises; he’s the one who wants to break you, he craves your body and wanted to make it submit to him and him alone, he loves the way your voice can’t even come out as your brain loses all its function and can only focus on the pleasure he can bring you.

• the fifth one loves depriving you. he’s a tease but unlike the others, he doesn’t do it as much. he’s got your eyes covered with the finest silk, something he couldn’t have easily obtained with his current status. as he takes you from behind, grasping and fondling your ass, he’s got his pair of psychic hands pin you to place. he finds out your little fetish of being held down and being helpless against someone as they take you to be very interesting, and something he can do— quite often at that. he didn’t care how much you whined when he upped his pace thrusting into you. the view of your ass jiggling every time he pounded into you harshly, blindfolded and held down was a sight to behold. instead of asking you what you want or even giving you instructions on how he wants you, he’s doing it himself; handling you as he makes you give absolute submission. he would do you in any way, form, or position that he’d like until you’re reduced into a mere blubbering mess. and whenever you try to catch up to him and move by yourself, his hands are already on you— psychic or physical, depending if one is busy doing the other. he loves the way you can utter such obscene language, cursing to death as you try to whine for an orgasm. “such a needy little thing, your highness. it’s truly unfortunate for others that only we get to see you this way. we’d have to have anyone who are not us never see you, nor hear you lest they wanted their eyes gauged, or tongue cut off as no one can ever know how lewd our perfect little royal highness is.”

• the sixth one, despite being a virgin, made you feel so good that you wondered whether or not he was telling the entire truth when he confessed never touching anyone sexually before you. with his innate flirtatious nature, and glib tongue befitting of the top merchant that he is, it totally could’ve fooled you. as the richest man in the empire, he has all the resources to know how to make someone feel good. and good, did he make you feel. the travelling merchant only got better as your escapades continue; if you’ve ever met a worshipper, he has to be it. he goes feral whenever he sees you in any pretty clothing— in this case, any and every clothing— and will not be able to resist you in anything. his confidence gets a huge boost whenever you chant his name in a whispered prayer, clutching at him tightly as he makes you ride out your own release. his love bites are more akin to vampire marks, he loves leaving it when he can and he absolutely loves it when you give up wearing something that can expose them. he loves the idea that he is the sole person who knows why exactly their precious little highness is wearing a high neck even if it is scorching hot. sometimes, he bites hard enough to draw a bit of blood. splurges on recording orbits from the magic tower so he can capture you during your sessions. when he can’t stay and has to be away from you because of how demanding his duties can be, he watches them and let’s himself cum at least four times. he made a rule that if you’re away with each other and touches yourselves thinking of the other, then you must send an emergency communication alert to the communication orb to ask permission if either of you can come. has a hobby of picking up your limp body by wrapping a hand around your neck as he fucks you from behind. as you whine out, “i can’t... i can’t take anymore,” he hushes you softly, lowly encouraging you to hang on a bit more, that you’re being so good and that he will make sure to reward you greatly for being so good for him.

• the last one has a propriety glint in his eyes, after all, he’s stopped time for every single one of you just so they could properly use you without minding how long they’re taking. one look at him and you know, how impatient this man right now is. he settled you on his lap, a quick healing spell casted upon you. then you started grinding on his thigh, turned on with his twisted expression of possessiveness, jealousy, and impatience, your hands trying to muffle the sounds of your own pleasure. in retaliation of the intense jealousy he’s experiencing, he’s not letting you reach the high you so desperately wanted. he heard you whimper a soft plea, shifting closer to him as you did so. he adjusts you, now with your back facing him, and his arms wrapped around you, one on your chest and the other on your inner thigh, fingers needlessly teasing. then, he starts pleasuring you once more, strangled moans as you pray to whatever gods out there for him to let you come. still, he continued to just tease you near your end, torturously stopping just before it drives you over the edge. he continues to do this until you’re a proper mess; desperately gasping for air, panting, and letting out the neediest whines. still dazed as he finally compliments you for doing well and listening to him. to you, his voice and everything in within your vision is hazy, you can’t make out what he’s saying or what anyone is doing; all you can feel is his warm, hardened cock poking your back and the ache of wanting to finally cum. so he doesn’t waste anymore time and drives his cock into you and he lets himself bask on the feeling of your tightness around him, the squelching sounds that came from your joint bodies driving him feral and making him thrust into you with unbelievable pace. his once prim, proper and elegant face is gone, only unadulterated pleasure is left as he enjoys taking you. he kept powering into you, only focused on ravaging you so completely that all your inhibitions would dropped, too; so utterly destroyed that you’d feel mastered, owned, and consumed by him. “are you close? i can feel you squeezing my cock so tightly, darling. but you have to wait—“ you let out a whining sob, a protest that you don’t want and are not willing to wait even a second longer for your approaching climax, and he chuckled, the annoying bastard. “don’t worry, all you need to do is wait for me. i want us to come together, darling. you’ll do that for me, won’t you?” soon, your orgasm has finally came; and you came with an almost violent tremor wracking your whole body. you felt him grabbed a handful of your hair, you let out a small hiss as you felt the room go cold. then he’s drilling his cock into you even more; every forward slam of hips unapologetically violent. feral. and unrestrained. he couldn’t slow down as he felt your orgasm wrack your entire body. he forcefully turned your face towards his, “yes, take a good look at who’s owning you now, your highness” his tone insolent, he couldn’t slow down his pace at all. soon, your reaching another high, this time, you can feel just how intense it would be and anticipation clawed at you. his hands weren’t gentle, nor were his mouth as he trailed bites along your upper back. when it came, the burning stings of pain only pushed all sorts of your hot buttons, highlighting the indescribable pleasure he brought you. he slammed into you one last time, then began emptying himself inside you, “come, your highness,” you didn’t think you could come again as your first orgasm has been so intense, but it did. if your first was intense, now you’re coming in an explosive orgasm, wrecking you from the inside out, shattering you into tiny little pieces and sending all of you crumbling. you felt so sapped out of energy, your orgasm— so explosive and devastating— pretty much drained you so entirely. you slumped on your bed, shuddering and fighting to breathe, your brain completely shutting out. and you barely registered as he picked you up gently to sprawl you over his chest while he lay on his back.

those who chose the reverse harem fic, here it is! thank u for the feedback on my og post. im not sure if you wanted to be tagged so do tell me if you want to be untagged: @nebulosa-lady , @beyzaakadeku , @aineloveslatte1 , @a-person-with-many-likes , @msvaniilabean , @ccurheart.

[undertale-yellow]

Experimental Patch 1.1.0

First, we would like to thank everyone for the incredible reception we've got for UTY 💛 it's been surreal in the best way

We do hear your feedback though, and have worked to address what we can in a new patch for Undertale Yellow. Please be warned, we haven't been able to test everything with this patch, but we're confident it should work in a normal playthrough

Thank you once again for playing and giving feedback! We realize these are not all the issues that have been brought up, but we will continue to work toward improving the game!

You can download Undertale Yellow version 1.1.0 on Gamejolt!

**This new build will recognize any ongoing save, so just make a new folder for the zip contents or replace the old ones and you're good to go

Changelog under the cut ↓

Major Changes

Added two new accessibility options: - Easy mode: When enabled, the Hats now provide DEF values for an easier experience (can be changed mid playthrough) - Auto Rhythm: When enabled, automatically hits the notes in the rhythm fight without having to press a button, if you are in the correct lane

Reworked the final pacifist boss fight attacks to be less chaotic and unpredictable

During a chase sequence, a character was supposed to slow down every time they catch you in the chase, it now works as intended

Added an Act heal to the final No Mercy route boss (Also fixed a crash caused by this Act option being partially implemented but not working)

Crashes and Softlocks

Fixed a crash caused by using the “shoo” command twice during the dunebud duo fight

Fixed a crash caused by interacting with an object while completing the minecart puzzle

Fixed being able to backtrack on the second steam puzzle, which could lead to a crash and your save being ruined

Fixed a crash caused by pressing Z on frame 1 of the attack targetting cursor

Fixed a crash caused by a demo saved game being present on your system

Fixed a softlock caused by blocking Mo’s path as he’s leaving

Fixed a softlock caused by interacting with the crystal tree in Snowdin from the left

Fixed a softlock in the final pacifist boss fight where the selection soul would disappear from the menu

Fixed a softlock caused by sending one of the mine carts off track

Fixed an issue that caused one of Cactony’s attacks to never end

Fixed a softlock caused by mashing through the text fast in the raft room in Snowdin

Fixed a softlock caused by turning around immediately upon entering one of the rooms in the lategame

Fixed a very specific bug that caused you to get stuck on a bridge upon retrying a fight under it

Fixed a crash during the Guardener fight that could happen on her last line of dialogue

Fixed an unrelated softlock in the Guardener fight

Fixed a crash on the final No Mercy boss caused by getting hit on the same frame as you defeat the boss

Other

Fixed the tutorial buttons being swapped in the arcade minigame, also added additional information to the tutorial screen

Changed the Delta Rune Patch gold requirement from 150 to 100

Increased the item stock in the final shop of the No Mercy route (Applies on save reset)

Fixed mistakes in the credits

Fixed several line breaks, typos and mistakes in the text

Altered one of Sir Slither’s act dialogues to make the sparing condition more apparent

Added an autosave post the final pacifist boss as a temporary help with reported performance issues in this cutscene

Added the Auto-Fire toggles to the death screen of relevant fights so you don’t need to restart the game and fights in order to change it

Fixed a mood ruining issue in the final act caused by an unintended random event

Other minor fixes

[minaturefics]

The Same at Heart

Request from @tolkien-fantasy: Eomer or Aragorn falling for an extremely intelligent reader who is witty and charming, but can be insecure and is reclusive when she gets tired (plus does translation of languages like elvish).

A/N: Hello friend! Thanks for the request :) I picked Eomer for this because 1. there isn't enough Eomer love out there and 2. I feel like him + reader's reclusiveness would make an interesting angst point lol I hope you enjoy it!!!

Eomer x Reader

Fem reader

No content warnings

3.2k

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Meduseld was alive with music and laughter. Torches blazed in their sconces, the great fireplace lit, and everything glowed golden. Chatter filled the room, punctuated by the stomps and claps of the dancers, along with the clink of cups and the calls for more ale. There was an arm-wrestling competition occurring at one end of the room, and some sort of card game at the other.

Eowyn grinned beside you, her face flushed, and gestured to the room. “Are you glad that you came with me, my friend? You do not get celebrations like this in Minas Tirith.”

You laughed. “No, you most certainly do not.”

You had been introduced to Eowyn in Minas Tirith, assigned to help her translate some of the texts in the Houses of Healing from Elvish to Weston, and over the weeks the two of you had grown close. Eowyn was thankful to have another woman to confide in, and you were delighted and refreshed by her different ways.

She craned her head and scanned the crowd. “Where in Arda is Eomer? It is not like him to take so long to wash and dress.”

Your heart lurched at his name. He had not been at the hall when you and Eowyn arrived from Minas Tirith — he was at the Glittering Caves attending some matter with Gimli — and you were still yet to see him. 

You smoothed down your gown and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, wishing that the hall was not so warm. Were you dressed well enough? Eowyn had assured you that it was an informal affair, but your cotton and velvet dress would not have passed for an evening dress back in Gondor. Perhaps you should have worn one of your silk one’s instead. Maybe you could rush back to your room and change before Eomer arrived.

“Ah, here he comes now,” she said and your eyes followed her gaze to where Eomer had entered the room.

He was greeted by a chorus of cheers and raised tankards. He grinned at his people, friends and subordinates alike, clapping them on their shoulders and shouting replies across the long tables. You swallowed, taking him in. He looked gallant and radiant, his hair golden and his fine doublet accentuating his broad shoulders. He truly was just as handsome in his more casual wear as he was in his armour.

Eomer’s eyes met yours from across the room and your breath hitched, memories from before rushing back to you. Him, throwing his head back, laughing at your joke, the warm sound filling the room. Him, asking about your translations, brows furrowed and eyes alight with awe. Him, glancing back at you, gaze intense and heavy, as his convoy rode out of the city. 

“I wonder…” Eowyn muttered, watching her brother cross the room, a strange smile on her face. You raised your eyebrows in a silent question but she shook her head and laughed. “It is nothing.”

“Sister,” Eomer greeted, pulling her into a hug and squeezing her until she let out a little squeak. “It is good to see you. I am happy that you managed to visit.” He released her and looked at you, a wide smile on his face. “And you as well, my lady. I am glad to see you here tonight. I did not think you were one for parties.”

“I enjoy them on occasion.” Your smile grew sly and teasing. “Provided that the company is agreeable.”

He chuckled. “And have you found us agreeable so far?”

“Much more agreeable now,” you said with a smirk.

A slight flush rose on his cheeks and he coughed and glanced away. Eowyn snickered beside you. “How is your work coming along?” he asked, eyes coming back to you.

“Well enough. The work is easy, but tedious. The texts are long and winding, and very specific, and one has to be careful of mistranslations, especially in such things like medicine and healing.”

“No, I suppose one would not wish to mistake a poison for a cure.”

“Would it surprise you, brother, that many cures come from poison?” Eowyn asked.

You nodded. “It is the dose that decides whether one lives or dies. Too much of something is never good.”

He looked around the room. “I do not think one can have too much merriment.”

“Ah, but one can have too much ale.”

He laughed, low and full. “I cannot argue with that, my lady.”

“You would do well not to argue at all,” Eowyn grinned. “Even Faramir sometimes shrinks back from her debates.”

“He does not!”

“I have actually seen him hide behind Boromir,” she laughed.

“I wonder,” he said, a little softer, “if you find us crude and unlearned here without the same sort of lore and literature.”

You shook your head. “Unlearned does not mean unwise. And language is language, whether written or spoken. The words and lessons of your people do not mean any less simply because they are not recorded in books and scrolls.” 

He nodded slowly, but still looked unconvinced. Eowyn, as though sensing his unease, smiled and said, “Do you know she is learning Rohirric as well?”

His eyes lit up, eyebrows rising. “Truly?”

“Eowyn has been teaching me, though we have only just begun.” He nodded, gesturing for you to speak, and you laughed. “I would not dare embarrass myself in front of the king with my untrained speech.”

He opened his mouth to reply but someone called for him from across the room. He glanced behind, gave you an apologetic smile and a bow, and left. Eowyn then looped her arm through yours and suggested taking a turn about the room. The rest of the evening was filled with introductions and chatter, the Rohirrim curious about your work and you interested in their traditions and legends.

But soon the noise became overwhelming, voices and laughter and clattering all fighting for your attention, and the room began to feel stuffy, the air growing thick and the bodies just all a bit too close. You glanced around the room, searching for Eomer, and found him laughing with a group of his men. 

Your stomach clenched and you sighed. It would have been nice to speak to him again before the night was over. 

With a few words to Eowyn, you slipped out of the hall and down the corridor that led to your room. You let out a long breath, weariness suddenly overcoming you, and shut the heavy door behind you. Your room was still and quiet, warm from the smouldering coals in the fireplace, and you sank into the cushioned bench, melting into the blessed calm. 

-

Eomer ran his brush along Firefoot’s body in short, sharp motions. He was due for a grooming, and while Eomer normally let the stableboys handle it, he felt he needed a distraction. The scent of wood and hay, musky and earthy, soothed him while he worked. He did not understand you. He did not understand you at all. 

Did he say something to offend you? Or perhaps you had taken offence to the fact that he did not come back to speak to you at the party? He grumbled to himself. He had wanted to, but there were so many people vying for his attention. When he extricated himself from them, he searched for you in the sea of bodies, but your familiar face had vanished. And then for the next few days, you had shut yourself up in your room or had gone on walks alone along the Barrowfield. 

He sighed and laid his brush down. He started to work on the mane, unravelling the braid and untangling the soft strands. Firefoot snorted in approval and Eomer rested his forehead on the horse's neck and inhaled. He smelled like sun and grass, leather and sweat. Oh, Firefoot. Always so sure and steady. Eomer wished he could share in that security.

Or maybe you were avoiding him because you found him uncultured and uninteresting. You were so frighteningly quick and clever, always ready with some sharp observation or wry comment. And how beautiful you looked, poring over books, ink smudged on your cheek, eyes alive in the candlelight. The Rohirrim may be noble and valourous, but perhaps to a renowned Gondorian scholar, even the king of such people still seemed rough and brutish. 

“Eomer?” Eowyn called and he lifted his head. “What is it that troubles you?”

“It is nothing.”

She joined him by Firefoot and stroked the horse’s muzzle. “Do not lie to me, brother, I can see it in your eyes.”

He let out a short breath and looked into his sister’s eyes. When did her gaze stop being so piercing and mournful? When did they become so gentle? They looked so much like their mother’s. “It is your friend, the scholar.”

“What is it?” Her lips curled up in a playful smile. “Has my dear brother grown fond of her perhaps? I suspected as much when I saw you last night — I do not think I have seen you so well groomed in years! And you were even wearing scent — no, do not deny it, I smelled it when I hugged you.”

Heat rushed to his cheeks and he shook his head. “It does not matter, she would not return my feelings.”

“Eomer! How can you say that?”

“You cannot tell me that you are not aware of what the Gondorians think of us.” He began to pace the stable, gesturing with his hands. “Bema, I know you know —  we spoke of such things when you married Faramir.”

“And Faramir and I are happier beyond belief, no matter what some people of the court may think  — I do not see how this is any different. My friend does not hold such foolish opinions.” The eyes sharpened and the steel he had come to know so well returned. “And do not forget, you are a king.”

“I am also a man,” he snapped. And then, in a rush, “I seek love as much as anyone else. I want to be wanted as I am, not for my title or my land.”

Her jaw tensed, and for a moment he was convinced she was about to unleash a lecture, but she sighed and shook her head. “Come, tell me what is on your mind.”

“I do not think she returns even a fraction of what I feel. We did not get to speak much that evening and I thought we could talk more in the coming days, but I have seen so little of her.” He ran his hand through his hair. “She is polite enough at meals, but afterwards she simply vanishes.”

She smiled indulgently. “She is just tired.”

“Tired? The journey from Minas Tirith was not strenuous was it? Unless you failed to tell me about some mishap or event.” He narrowed his eyes at her. 

She laughed. “It is not the journey that tires her but people and noise and merriment.”

“I do not understand.”

“Not everyone is inclined to as much merriment and conversation as you are, brother.”

“But she was not like this when I was in Minas Tirith.”

“You had visited in a lull of parties and balls,” she said with exasperation. “I have known her longer than you have. This is simply how she is.”

“It is… it is not because of me?”

“Bema, brother. How could it be because of you?”

He looked down at his hands, callused and creased with dirt. “Perhaps she thinks me boring.”

Eowyn threw her arms up. “You are infuriating. Eomer, did she not spend most of her evenings conversing with you when you were in the city?”

“Yes,” he said slowly. “She asked me to tell her stories of our forefathers. And I had asked her about the nature of Elvish speech.”

“And did she not agree to come with me to Edoras when she had no obvious reason to?”

He paused and looked at her. “Are you implying she had come to… to see me?”

“If you do not believe me, ask her yourself!”

His heart swooped in his chest, spirit lifting. He knew his sister; she would not send him forth if she did not have confidence. Was it truly possible that you felt the same way? There was no way to know for sure if he did not ask you himself. He glanced out of the stables at the steps rising to Meduseld. 

“I will go,” he said. “After I have had a ride.”

He stroked Firefoot’s cheek. Yes, a ride would rouse his heart and wake his courage. And then he would go find you. 

-

You stood up and stretched, rolling your shoulders and circling your wrists. The evening sun was slanting into your room, casting long orange rectangles across your desk and the floor. With a satisfied sigh, you closed the two books on your table and closed your ink pot. You looked out at the thatched roofs, eyes drifting down the hill to the green Barrowfield and onto the plains beyond. In your chest you felt the stirrings of loneliness, the pull to find someone and speak and laugh with them.

Perhaps you should search Eomer out. After all, it was him that compelled you to follow Eowyn to Edoras. You smiled to yourself. Eomer with his fiery hazel eyes, his expressive brows, his hearty laugh. He was radiant when he spoke of Rohan’s heroes, voice rising and falling with the retelling, hands moving, pantomiming the scenes. A man so well liked, so well loved, by his people. Your smile faltered. Did he find you bookish and boring? 

A knock sounded on your door and you walked over. It was probably Eowyn come to prod and poke you when she thought you had spent too many days in isolation. “I was just going to find you, Eo —” You flung the door open. “—mer?”

He stood in front of you, eyes bright and cheeks flushed. The scent of hay and musk wafted in and you wondered if he had just come in from a ride. He always looked handsome in his formal clothes but he looked best like this, slightly dishevelled, hair wild and clothes rumpled. 

“I did not expect to see you at my door,” you blurted.

“I wished to speak to you.” His eyes darted over your shoulder into your room. “That is, if you are not tired.”

“Of course,” you said, smiling, and stepped out into the corridor. “Would you like to walk with me? I think some fresh air will do me some good. To the garden at the back?”

He nodded and you made your way out. The small patch of green, shaded with a few trees and bordered by shrubs, overlooked the city. You walked the dirt path to the edge and gazed out. The city was winding down for the day. Horses were being led to the stables, shops were packing their wares, and the delectable scent of roast meat and onions drifted out of the houses. 

“Even Minas Tirith is like this in the evenings,” you mused. “People are the same wherever you go.”

“Do you truly believe that?” He sounded strange and strained behind you. “There are a great many people who would disagree with you.”

“They are fools,” you said, laughing. “At our hearts, we are the same. Do we all not yearn for a moment of peace in the sun? The comfort of a safe home? The arms of one who loves us?”

He came up beside you and looked over his land. He was solid and reassuring and you felt the urge to rest your head on his shoulder. How lovely it would be to have more evenings like this, looking over a prospering people, a friend, a lover, next to you. You fidgeted with your hands. Eowyn had said that she suspected her brother might harbour tender feelings for you. But if he did, why did he not act? He was an impassioned man, was he not? Perhaps she had been mistaken. 

Perhaps he thought you too soft, too plain. Unworthy for a valourous king.

The dinner bell rang out from inside the house. You looked behind your shoulder and turned on your heel. “Ah, we should go in.”

“My lady, wait,” he said, reaching out to grasp your wrist.

“Eomer?” you glanced down and he moved to withdraw his hand but you wrapped your fingers around his before he could escape your reach. 

He stared at your joined hands before his head snapped up, eyes wide. “Why did you come here? To Edoras? My sister said it was to see me but I can scarcely imagine —”

“Yes.” Your heart sped up. Why was he asking? He would only be asking if he —

He broke out into a wide smile and drew you closer. “So it is really true! Tell me, my lady, do you care for me?” His eyes darted away, then back to you. “I am not learned in poetry and prose, and perhaps if I was I could express myself in language more fit for someone like you. But even then, there are no words that can compare to the plain truth. You have my heart, my lady, and there will be no other for me.”

Your heart stopped. Then started again. Laughter rose in your chest and you giggled. You reached for his cheek. His beard was soft, his skin warm. “There is no other for me as well.”

“You would suffer an unlearned man?”

“You are not unlearned. Your knowledge and wisdom simply lies elsewhere. Valar, I wish you would stop thinking that of yourself.” He chuckled and you smiled. “And you? You would suffer a scholar? Whose mind is forever turning and thinking?”

“I would hardly call it suffering.” His smile turned sly. “Though, if you feel you suffer from your mind, I could perhaps aid with that.”

“What do you —”

He cupped your cheek and brought his lips to yours. They were soft and full, insistent but gentle. He tugged you closer and rested his hand on your waist. He smelled like grass and hay and the lingering scent of bergamot. You drew back and his lips chased after you, capturing them in another kiss. You sighed, relaxing in his arms, and curled your fingers into his hair.

“We should go in,” you whispered, pulling back. “Or Eowyn will come find us.”

“I do not mind.” He laughed. “It shall be repayment for all the times I stumbled upon her and Faramir.”

“Well, I mind. I do not need her teasing me all the way back to Minas Tirith.” He grimaced and you stroked his cheek with your thumb. “I will not be gone forever, my love. There is still work to be done with the translations, and my things are all still there. Do not fret, we can write letters while we are apart.”

“I suppose then, I should get used to picking up my pen.” His fingers flexed on your waist. “But do not think I shall be squandering your presence here. I intend to get my fill of you before you leave.”

“You are always welcome to me, my love,” you said, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Now until forever.”

[moonjxsung]

Well… here we are.

Just about 1 year since I first saw Stray Kids in concert. Which marks nearly a year that I’ve been using Tumblr. Muses. I wanted to write about them.

This blog began with series of short blurbs, ones I sought to create in order to explore the depths of my sexual repression as a result of 5 years of antidepressants. Sex was almost foreign to me by the time I was 20. It wasn’t fun, pleasure was hardly attainable. And my religious trauma led me to believe it was nearly inhumane. What a healing journey it was, to have funneled all my curiosity and personal experiences into short little drabbles for you all. How well-received many of them were, and the requests were fulfilling, to know that I wasn’t alone in my thoughts. I’m thoroughly grateful.

Art theft, simply put, will be the death of this community. I have had 14 of my works stolen in the year 2024 alone. I have been ridiculed and taunted by wattpad bandits, and my shorter drabbles cease to feel like my own most days.

“What is it that you want, money?”

Profound questions from the wattpad bandits early this morning. No, I don’t want money. I wanted to provide a safe space for this community to safely explore kinks and scenarios as they pertain to our mutual attraction of 8 attractive men. I don’t request anything more, just your unwavering cooperation to not steal my work. And apparently, to many ghost readers on here, that’s too large of an ask.

All shorter drabbles have been thereby deleted from this account, my masterlist has been cleaned up, and though requests had been temporarily closed while they were being worked on, they are now indefinitely halted.

Thank you to all who consumed my shorter drabbles and/or requested something. My aim is that one day I can resume fulfilling shorter smutty requests. But I seem to be *incrementally* more respected when my work isn’t so easily digestible in a pornographic format. I am working on longer stuff in the meanwhile, and I understand if longer stuff just isn’t for you. This account was originally meant to be a little bit of both.

Thank you also to those who have helped me get any and all stolen wattpad content taken down. I love you and I appreciate you. If you see something, please do continue to reach out to me and I will provide evidence from my drive that I am the original author. The work still belongs to me and I am still capable of getting it taken down via a DMCA takedown notice. Wattpad thieves, I will continue to report your shitty actions.

Cheers, may their memories live on in your beautiful hearts (and probably also on wattpad until I find them). Ad Astra!

-⭐️

[the-modern-typewriter]

Okay so I recently went through a break-up so I'm a thirsty gay guy looking for some content and you're my absolute fav on this app :) Could you (if you wouldn't mind of course) write about a hero who has fallen over heals for a villian with low self-esteem who doesn't realise he isn't all that bad and was forced into this life? Maybe with some cuffs just for the spice😅 Preferably mlm but I'm a sucka for the person who won't stop flustering their crush by over complimenting them😭

"Well," the hero said. "Here we are again."

The villain looked up at the hero, standing over them. His hands were already cuffed behind his back, and, honestly, he was feeling thoroughly dishevelled. It had all happened so fast. He'd lost so fast.

The hero barely had a perfect hair out of place. He hadn't even broken a sweat! It seemed very unfair.

The villain half expected to already hear police sirens in the distance.

"You know," the hero said, hands on his hips. "I'm starting to think your heart isn't in this scary criminal thing."

"What, because I'm crap at it?" The villain wanted to sink into the floor.

"Mm, no. You're very good at it, actually. I think you just don't want to hurt me." The hero flashed them a smile. "Thank you for that, by the way."

The villain looked down at his knees and away from that smile, from his failure. He tugged at the cuffs.

His powers, such as they were, were the explosive kind. He could detonate buildings and the ground where the hero stood with a flick of his hand, obliterating the large majority of his opponents immediately...providing he didn't actually mind obliterating them. Killing them.

He was supposed to be fine with that. Didn't he used to be fine with that? The villain's jaw clenched.

"It's not an insult," the hero said, a little softer. "I don't mean it as an insult. Compassion - kindness - is an admirable quality. You know that, right?"

"Are you taking me in or not?"

"No."

The villain's gaze snapped up, wide-eyed.

The hero crouched down in front of him, putting their faces level.

The villain swallowed. "No?"

"No," the hero said, oh so casual. "Don't think that would do you any good."

"Lunatic asylum, then?"

The hero smiled, faint and crooked and something unreadable. "No."

The villain's brow furrowed. Surely that didn't mean...the hero had never seemed the type to kill. The villain tensed.

"You're remarkable," the hero said. "Smart. Powerful." The small smile grew a fraction. "Gorgeous."

The villain hated the immediate and unstoppable blush that burned their cheeks at that; like each kind word, each terribly sincere piece of flattery was its own bomb going off somewhere in the villain's body. "So you're...keeping me locked in your basement?"

The hero laughed. He sobered a little at the villain's expression.

"No," the hero said. "God, no. I meant -" The hero bit his lip, and the villain's treacherous gaze followed the movement. The hero's eyes brightened. "No," the hero said. He placed a hand over the rabbit-thump of the villain's chest. "I mean that you have a kinder heart than you give yourself credit for. If you'd like to do something else with your life than - this - I would help you. In anyway that I could. I'd like to."

The villain stared at him.

"You're asking me to join you?"

"No," the hero huffed. There was something warm, fond, to his tone. "I mean, you can if you like, you'd be very welcome. But to do something else. Whatever you want."

The villain's head spun. "You don't think I want to do this? I've - do you - you do know who I am?!"

"I know your history, yeah."

"Then you'll know - you'll know that I can't just up and do something else!"

"Why not? You're certainly talented enough to try your hand at reinvention."

"I'm a killer. I am literally made for killing and burning and destroying things!"

"You didn't kill or destroy me."

"And I lost in all of three seconds for the weakness."

The hero considered him at that; his panting, fevered, broken defence.

The villain yanked at the cuffs, desperate to run, to get away from the look on the hero's face. From all of the hero's shining expectations.

"If that was it, you can uncuff me now." It sounded a little too much like please, please, please.

The hero settled back on his haunches, warm hand falling from the villain's chest. "What do you like about your current profession?"

"Are you serious right now?" Absurdly, suddenly, the villain could feel tears pricking his eyes. Frustrated things.

"Perfectly."

"It pays well."

"And that's what matters to you?"

"You've seen me, right?" By all accounts, the villain liked the finer things in life. A nice bespoke suit felt like some small compensation for everything ugly about the rest of them.

"Oh, yes," the hero said. His gaze roamed over the villain again. "Handsome, but not very happy, I don't think."

The villain's face burned all over again. "Stop it."

"Hm?"

"Stop - complimenting me. You're trying to distract me!"

"I can't just be complimenting you?"

"No!"

The loudness of it felt like a confession, and the villain squirmed. He yanked at the cuffs again, hard enough to hurt.

"Easy," the hero said, quieter.

"If you're not going to turn me in, let me go!"

"You really hate me complimenting you that much?"

The villain glared at him, the effect largely no doubt ruined by the distress coming off in waves.

"Huh," the hero said. "Because it's me or-?"

The villain yanked at the cuffs again, even harder. Blood welled up on his wrists. He could feel his breath quickening. He could -

The hero leaned in, and the lock clicked. The cuffs sprang open.

The villain was on his feet in an instant, several large steps between them, poised to bolt completely.

The hero stayed crouched, practically on his knees, hands raised in placating surrender in the air.

The villain gawped.

"Easy," the hero said again. "I'm really not trying to upset you. I didn't mean - I didn't expect that reaction. Are you okay?"

And the villain believed him, which was far worse, because what was he supposed to do with that? What the hell was he supposed to do with the hero's compassion? His smiles, and his compliments as if the villain was in anyway worthy of any of it.

"If you're embarrassed about being flustered," the hero said, "you don't have to be. You look lovely flustered. It's really endearing. I'm not-"

The villain covered his blushing face with his hands. He wanted to claw out of his flustered skin; find some control again, find a way to make the terrifying leaps of his heart settle. To stop hoping. To stop aching for - more.

"Shut up," he hissed.

The hero shut up.

The villain didn't get to have more. Not after everything. He certainly didn't get to have someone like him.

He raised his hands from his face, and waited for the hero to flinch at the threat of it, to betray the underlying horror of what the villain was, to brace himself for death.

The hero did none of those things. He simply continued to track the villain's movements - knowing who he was dealing with, but not afraid. Never afraid.

The villain's hands faltered again.

The world did not erupt in smoke and madness.

"Easy," the hero murmured, a third time. "Can you - can you explain to me why you're upset? So maybe I can help?"

The villain gave an agonised little scoff, and fled.

[hanayori89]

The Hand That Heals

You were one of the contaminated ones.

The Hylians didn't use words like 'infected' or 'diseased.' Not that those words were much better. No matter what the title was for your malady, they all hurt just the same.

But something about the word 'contaminated' made you feel stark and hopeless.

Incurable.

Infections and diseases often have cures. Something that is tarnished, something that is ruined, is not salvaged; it is just disposed of.

And that's exactly what you felt like.

Soiled.

Tainted.

Disposable.

Trash.

Which is why you disposed of yourself within the pockets of decaying earth that lay beneath

Hyrule's bedrock known as the depths.

It was your way of throwing yourself away before mobs of frightened citizens attempted to.

The depths were no place for the robust and bright-eyed. Or the 'uncontaminated.'

It wasn't all bad being exiled deep below in the cold and musty undergrounds. Especially since most of Hyrule had been thrown into peril by recent devastating events.

First there was the rise of the highly contagious 'gloom'. Followed by the princess and her loyal knight, who had both mysteriously vanished.

Finally, and perhaps most importantly, was the coup being held by the restless Demon King known as Ganondorf.

Yes, you decided the healthy could have their surface; you were quite content existing in isolation, where the only threat was that of you and your gloom germs.

Living in the depths proved challenging for a mere mortal. Your circadian rhythm has been destroyed thanks to the lack of sunlight. Supplies were scarce, causing you to forage  whatever you could find. Mostly mushrooms and glowing cave fish, but hey, fish have omega-3's, right?

The biggest challenge was the constant darkness- a darkness unparalleled to anything you've ever encountered before. Not even the glum of a thick and clouded wilderness or a quiet, uninhabited basement could compare.

You'd never known what it meant to be in the dark before your time in the depths.

They held a darkness that consumed you, making you question if you truly were even alive. Making you question if you ever even were. Part of you grew to appreciate what little the depths revealed, such as the unforgiving side effects of the gloom and how it mutilated you.

The depths did more than just shield you and your contamination from the healthy residents of Hyrule; they protected you from the trauma of what you had become.

But every now and then, when you threw a bright bloom seed or lit a fire, there was a remorseless glow that revealed the way the gloom was devouring you. It only took a single glance at your wiry fingers and the bedizen of ashen knuckles that led to the fungal tint of your nail beds, to be reminded.

You couldn't even begin to imagine the abomination that was now your face.

Before the gloom, you were considered to be beautiful, at least to some. You had thick h/c locks that, if shaved, could easily coat the heads of 50 dolls. Your e/c eyes were striking against your s/c complexion, garnering you an abundance of compliments throughout your life. You had a thicker body, a well-fed one. Your hips were wide thanks to the cheesecake slices you graciously never skipped when offered. But now, thanks to the slim pickings of the depths, your body has taken on a lanky, frail appearance.

You trekked back toward your camp, tossing bright bloom seeds along the way to illuminate your path. You held your breath, listening carefully to your surroundings. The past horrors of trying to navigate the dark and coming face-to-face with a contaminated Lynel left you with a bit of ptsd.

Besides the depths being difficult to traverse thanks to a severe lack of light, they were also a domicile of frightening creatures that had been metamorphosed by the transformative powers of the gloom.

Sometimes you couldn't help but wonder how long it would take before you became one of them.

The bright bloom seeds were a tool that provided enough light to hunt, but not much else. The irony of the depths was that despite the blockade of layers of soil and organic matter preventing the entrance of light, there was a multitude of bright bloom seeds that flourished down here.

Yes, the depths truly were a whole new world. Starting with this darkness, which could easily cause one to mistake hell for heaven. You weren't aware of all the secrets buried within these shadows, and you also knew you weren't too eager to find out.

You breathed a little easier when the comforting flames of your camp came into view. As you lifted your arm, aiming to launch another bright bloom seed, you saw a figure at your camp. The closer you got, the more you recognized the familiar outline of a short, spiny ponytail jutting above the familiar white sheen of a face mask.

"Of all the founding fathers of Hyrule, what is a Yiga buffoon doing down here?" You growled.

Anger propelled you forward; rebellion coursed through your veins and burned like lidocaine on an open wound. You had so very little left, and the desire to protect what little you possessed was fierce. Fish carcasses and mushrooms were strewn around the ground as the Yiga's grubby hands rummaged through your knapsack. In it were pictures of your family and what little rupees you had to your name, should you ever be magically cured of your gloom diagnosis and could return home.

You tackled the Yiga to the ground. "How dare you!" The Yiga screamed. As you gripped his arm, the gloom in your hands incinerated the fabric of his sleeves, branding his flesh with your handprints.

"You bitch!" He stumbled out of your grasp, dropping all of your rupees in the process. One of the photos of your father and mother fell from the knapsack and fluttered downward into the open blaze of your campfire.

You screamed.

You stuck your hand into the fire, wincing as you retrieved the charred photo. The melted faces of your mother and father stared back at you. The photo began to shrivel beneath a small flame that continued to eat it.

You puckered your lips, releasing hefty currents of your breath. You had to blow this fire out.

You just had to.

This photo was one of the few you had that was a memory of when your life was normal. The smiles of your parents were the last visible evidence you had that they loved you before you contracted the gloom.

With a sickle in hand, the Yiga sprinted toward you, hollering a bunch of muffled expletives you couldn't hear well thanks to his ridiculous mask.

As you braced for impact, the Yiga fell face first in the dirt before your feet. An arrow protruded from his back.

He had been shot.

You fell to your knees, holding the destroyed photo, where your parents' faces had been, that now held your fallen tears.

A quiet voice called out to you; so soft was this voice that you thought it was your imagination.

"Are you alright?"

A figure came into focus; you couldn't make out his face, just the scraggly tresses that were whipped around his shoulders and the outline of his beefed-up biceps.

"Stay back!" You warned. "I'm contaminated..." You stifled another sob. The heroic intruder held his hands up, demonstrating that he was not a threat.

Which was all the more reason you had to warn him that you were.

He took a cautious step forward. "I've only come to ask a question." He retrieved a crumpled piece of paper from a satchel on his side. He retained his anonymity beneath the shadows, allowing you to only make out the faint outline of his fine lips as he spoke. "Have you seen her?"

You stood, taking a step toward him but keeping yourself hidden as well. It was almost as if you both wanted to remain concealed from one another. Despite the smeared ink that bled slightly down the paper and the creases that obscured the image, you could recognize the viridescent glare of Hyrule's missing princess on the sheet.

"Princess Zelda? They're searching the depths now?"

"No acre of land below or above should go without searching until we find her."

"Well, as you can see, these depths here hold no one but me and my greedy thief friend you have so kindly slain."

He tucked the sheet of paper back into his satchel but remained in your vision, or what the hollowed dark allowed of your vision. "Say, did they find her knight? Lonk? Ling?"

You could see the stranger open his lips, only to clutch them back together. "Link. His name is Link. And no, no, they haven't."

You turned your back to the stranger, assessing the mess the Yiga soldier had made of your supplies. You bent back down and picked up your parents' photo, choking on another wave of tears.

The man's voice sounded from behind you, only slightly closer now. "I can fix that for you."

You peered at him from over your shoulder. He was close enough to the fire that you could see part of the bare skin of his chest and his sculpted chin, which led to his chapped lips.

You still couldn't quite see his eyes.

He held his hand out, and you noticed his fingernails were long and jagged, not having seen nail clippers in some time. An alluring glow seemed to trickle down his arm in an intricate maze of glowing jade lines. You placed the photo in his hand, careful not to touch him with your fingers. You kept your face hidden in your shoulder, afraid that the first shred of kindness you had been given would be taken if he should see you beneath the truth of the fire's flames.

He held the photo, his silence encompassing you both. He was so still, that for a moment, you thought he had stopped breathing. Until you noticed his clavicles and chest slightly puff out and contract with breath.

The soft, verdant glow became more visceral. You continued to keep your back turned and your face hidden, your eyes never leaving the radiance of his arm.

After a moment, he handed the photo back to you. You quickly turned to snatch it back, burrowing your face in your shirt. As you observed it, you saw the bright, shining smiles of your parents peering back at you unscathed. For a moment, you forgot the enticing and enigmatic stranger that stood before you, letting your shirt fall from your face as you studied the photo above the fire's not too generous lighting. You could make out a thin line of some type of green jelly adhesive that repaired some of the rips in the photos. Without the light, the glue that he had created with his hand was mostly undetectable.

You stared at him in awe. "This is... this is amazing. I couldn't begin to repay your kindness. This is all I have left to remind me of my life before the gloom. Of the way people loved me before I became a monster." As you lifted your finger to wipe a tear away, you remembered your face was on display before him.

Your face and all the crusty and haggard abrasions of gloom that now coat it.

"No!" You cried. You began to back away, burying your face in your palms. "Don't look at me!"

But the boy grabbed your wrist with his enchanted hand, pulling it from your face. "You're beautiful." He whispered with a tone that was almost believable.

"Yeah right. Look at what this gloom is doing to us; if it isn't destroying us, it's dividing us! My own family banished me from my home!"

The man let your wrist go and held his arm in your vision. He spoke matter-of-factly, remaining out of the fire's path, so he was still shielded from you. "I'm missing my arm."

He held his arm out; the urge to touch it made the tips of your fingers tingle.

"May I?"

"Only if I can touch your face."

"You'll become contaminated."

You heard a slightly unhinged chuckle. "I'm not afraid... besides, there is a cure for the gloom."

"What!" You gasped. You felt your feet become unsteady. You stepped forward, attempting to grab the man's shirt, only to realize it was a one-shoulder tunic that looked rather outdated.

"Please, I'll do anything; please, I want to be cured! I want to be myself again, to be able to look at people and not be plagued by the cruel judgment in their eyes when they see what I've become."

The man's arm began to emanate light once again.

"If that's what you desire, what your heart truly wants, then I can heal you."

Swirls of sage traveled down his arm, glimmering brighter and more blatant.

Your lips parted at the man who stood before you.

Your savior.

Your healer.

You whispered. "Who are you?"

Edited:12/22/23

[ghostbite0]

I feel like regression content is always treated so poorly. Especially when it comes to traumatized characters in a popular fandom. I'm really happy you make what you like and don't let anyone knock you down.

I deal with a lot of bs, and so I find a lot of comfort in drawing children. Both just for the simple joys felt in youth as well as a case study of the "what went wrong".

Your content is very wholesome and definitely falls into the first category for me. And honestly, I too, get really bad baby fever 😭 So I sometimes just like seeing my favs as kids or just drawing kids. They're so damn cute and I want them to be happy.

I hope no one gives you too much trouble. Keep doing what you're doing. Especially since you enjoy it.

oh goodness waking up to this in my inbox truly made my week! sorry for the late response, my internet was out all day D:

i wasn't always able to make the content i like; in fact, when i first began drawing de-aged/regression content, i used an alt to hide my identity because i was so scared of how people would respond to it-- since, to ur point, regression content is always treated horribly and there's a stigma around it (like how ppl looooove to sexualize agere stuff. exploding them with my mind). but i think its really endearing and healing! even now posting is really scary sometimes... it took me about a week to gain the confidence to post the tiny 21 trio art x-x so im really glad the feedback thus far has been positive!!!

i love drawing characters, particularly the ones with more trauma, as little kids-- they get a second chance at childhood and get to cope with the horrors^tm, and it's always a lot of fun to think about how their close ones would react and how they would take care of them and stuff... I've worked with children in the past, and im hoping to be an educator in the future, and it just makes me really happy when //they're// happy.

im so glad you think my work is wholesome and it provides some joy :( drawing is how i cope with the horrors^tm and I've found drawing happy sweet little things with my favorite characters really healing vs constant angst stuff. provides that comfort i don't really get anywhere else, and so i always really appreciate messages and comments like these

im also a really huge fan of your work and its always such a joy to see you post, so seeing you pop up to convey your support genuinely means the whole wide world to me :( thank you so so so much!

[matchagator]

Clash | jjk (Mature) Ch. 5

Chapter 5 is here! Only one chapter left before the end of Clash 😭 Thank you to everyone who has shown this story some love! It's been a special project for me and the love it has received is truly appreciated! 💜 Love you guys.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Slice of Life | Neighbors

{Summary:} You're a new resident in your very first apartment excited to enjoy the simple life of adulthood. Unfortunately for you, you continue to run into unruly neighbors no matter how much you try to keep to yourself.

{Warnings:} Mature Language, Enemies to Lovers, Hostility, Mild Angst, Sexual Tension, Banter, Smut, Mild Degradation, Sexual Content, Prank Wars, Unprotected Sex , Awkward Tension, Fluff, Oral Sex, Teasing. (This list will be updated as each part gets released)

After another weekend of rest and recovery, you’re finally able to resume your typical everyday activities since your sprained ankle is now completely healed from your unfortunate fall. Your long day at work is finally over and you utilize your free time to get in a jog to a local Vietnamese restaurant to indulge in one of your favorite meals.  

The wind feels cooling against your damp skin as you power through your jog. You roam the sidewalks leading to a small strip of businesses a few blocks from your apartment, spotting the restaurant as you step up to the curb.

You slow your pace to a walk as you notice a group of dark clouds looming overhead, suddenly worried that your trip home might be in the middle of the pouring rain. You hope for the best as you pull open the large glass door leading into the establishment, a delicious aroma wafting in your direction as you walk inside. 

The welcoming decor of the establishment brings a smile to your lips as you recognize some of the employees you often see on your visits. You can feel your mouth watering as you glance around for a table, your eyes suddenly finding two familiar figures sitting at a table in the far corner of the restaurant. 

Your mouth practically drops open as you notice Jungkook sitting beside his friend Taehyung, dressed in his paramedic uniform. You can’t help but wonder if he is finishing work or if he is going in for the night shift. You drop your stare as you glance around to see if your usual table is available. You sigh once noticing a couple sitting together at your usual booth, shifting your gaze to seek out another location. 

There is a small booth available toward the back nestled right beside Jungkook and Taehyung’s table. You hang your head down as you make your way over, noticing Taehyung make eye contact with you before you watch him nudge Jungkook gently. You steal a few glances in their direction as the two men whisper to each other.

Your focus remains on the available booth before seeing Taehyung’s arm shoot in the air to gesture you over toward them. You glance up, debating whether you should simply smile and take your seat, or actually walk over to make conversation with them. You figure it’s better to keep your distance given the fact that you and Jungkook have yet to figure out what’s going on between you. 

Ultimately, it’s Jungkook’s alluring smile that draws you over, his chiseled jaw and smile perfectly exposed since his hair is tied back for work. You offer the two men a smile as you walk over, shyly waving as Taehyung’s handsome features brighten at your presence. 

“Hey.” You speak softly as Taehyung stands to greet you, motioning toward the empty space beside Jungkook. 

“Please, join us.” Taehyung insists, obviously way too amused to see you accepting his invitation. You hesitate, peering down to see Jungkook’s smile falter for a moment, providing you with a rare snapshot of him suddenly appearing shy.

Jungkook shifts within the booth to sit closer to the wall, allowing you some room to join them as one of the waiters make their way over to your table. You slide into the booth beside Jungkook, making sure to keep a space between you as the waiter places an extra pair of chopsticks and utensils down beside you before offering you a friendly nod of his head. “What would you like to drink?” 

“Just a water, please.” You answer as he offers you a menu. You happily accept as the waiter leaves to grab your drink. You glance over to see Jungkook and Taehyung staring at you, your cheeks instantly turning red from all of the attention. “How are you guys?” You offer, watching as Taehyung leads the conversation.

You’re surprised to see that Jungkook’s usually overpowering demeanor completely vanishes, exposing a more timid version of himself. You figure it has something to do with the fact that Taehyung invited you to join them, leaving Jungkook to cope with the same awkwardness you feel when it comes to your attraction to one another. 

“Good, I just got off and Jungkook’s shift starts in a couple of hours,” Taehyung responds confidently as if he’s completely comfortable with holding a conversation with you, despite the fact that you’re almost a complete stranger. Taehyung observes your athletic attire, looking toward Jungkook to see him fiddling away with his phone. Taehyung shoots him a pointed glare before turning his focus back on you. “So, did you just go to the gym?”

He must have remembered Roxanne telling them about your love for the gym, causing you to glance down at your clothing. “Oh, no I jogged here.” You correct him, noticing that your words seem to stir Jungkook from his phone. He rotates his body to face you, a surprised expression glued to his features. 

“You know, it’s supposed to rain.” Jungkook finally speaks, reminding you that you may very well be walking home in the rain. 

“A little water won’t kill me.” You shrug your shoulders, watching as Jungkook’s eyes shimmer with amusement.

He offers you a smirk as the waiter returns to take your order. You order your favorite selection of Pho, excited to indulge in a warm broth with rice noodles. Jungkook follows your lead except he selects a different protein for his while Taehyung opts for a rice bowl instead. 

Once your waiter walks away, Jungkook lets out an amused scoff, shifting his gaze in your direction. “What?” You ask defensively, watching his shy demeanor fade as the cockiness you’re familiar with returns. 

Jungkook raises his eyebrows, running his tongue over his lip piercing as he leans back in the booth. “I didn’t have you pegged for someone who likes Pho.” He’s clearly talking about your choice of meal.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, ass.” You respond in just the same manner in which he spoke to you back in the elevator earlier this week. 

His smirk only widens as he stretches an arm out on the top of the booth seating, spreading his legs to slouch in his seat. There is a clear flirtatious tension between the pair of you which causes Taehyung to reach for his drink. Jungkook told him about your night of heated passion, which only serves to spur him on in trying to get his best friend to seek out something with you. It was clear to Taehyung that Jungkook couldn’t get you out of his mind and he was determined to get you two together. 

“He is an ass, isn’t he?” Taehyung teases, as Jungkook glares in his direction.

“Shut up.” Jungkook barks playfully as a giggle escapes your lips. 

You offer Jungkook a flirtatious stare, your eyes wide with mischief. “And kind of a brat.” You add, watching as Jungkook’s eyes darken at your teasing. 

“Watch yourself, princess.” He threatens, pressing his tongue into the side of his cheek before staring you down as if a hunter waiting for his prey. A shiver courses through your spine as his eyes bore into you, similar to the stare he gave while he fucked you senselessly on your kitchen counter. 

The tension is thankfully interrupted by the serving of your meals, allowing you to turn your attention to the warm broth seeping steam from your bowl. You lick your lips as the waiter places a plate of basil and bean sprouts in front of you and Jungkook before giving Taehyung his bowl of rice and fried pork belly. 

You reach forward to collect some bean sprouts, suddenly feeling something brush with your hand. You quickly notice Jungkook’s tattooed fingers skim against yours as your hands collide in an attempt to collect accompaniments to your food. You both pull your hands back instinctually as Jungkook clears his throat. “Ladies first.” He gestures to the plate as you collect a few bean sprouts to drop into your bowl, alongside plucking a few leaves of basil. You finally grab a couple of jalapeños to toss into the broth before reaching for your chopsticks. 

Jungkook watches as you skillfully manipulate your chopsticks to stir and collect your noodles. You lean forward to take your first taste of the savory meal, feeling Jungkook’s stare through the side of your skull. You slurp your noodles as politely as possible before raising your eyebrows in his direction. 

Jungkook simply smiles as he reaches for his own toppings. “You just impress me.” He admits, causing your cheeks to ache as a large smile invades your expression. 

As the three of you indulge in your meals, you and Taehyung begin discussing a specific series you’ve been binge-watching on Netflix while Jungkook happily stuffs his face with a warm delicious meal. You’re surprised to find the company is actually quite pleasurable, discovering that you have more in common with the two men than you originally expect. While you and Taehyung share similar interests in television series, you discover that you and Jungkook have very similar music preferences. You were quick to call his music shit since it’s always being blared across your apartment wall. Now that you actually take the time to discuss what genres he enjoys, you find similarities to your own preferences. 

As you slurp your last bunch of noodles from your chopsticks, you gently lick your lips clean as you set the utensils down across the top of your bowl. Jungkook has already finished his meal alongside Taehyung who were now discussing something that happened at work the following week. 

A loud clap of thunder pulls your attention as your eyes frantically glance toward the large windows at the front of the restaurant. “Shit.” You mumble under your breath, realizing that your only way home is now in the pouring rain. You watch as the rain pounds against the glass, the wind causing the weather outside to blur the image of the street ahead. 

Jungkook hears the concern in your voice as he follows your line of vision, noticing the change in weather as Taehyung kicks his shin from underneath the table. Jungkook’s eyes flash wildly at his friend, covering his grunt with a clear of his throat. “You know, if you ask nicely…” Jungkook begins to tease, leaning into you as he whispers in your ear. “I’ll drive you home.”

You let out an amused laugh, glaring in his direction as you challenge his stare. “I don’t need your help.” You speak confidently, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “I can manage on my own.” 

Taehyung’s eyes widen in amusement as he brings his cup to his lips, watching the interaction unfold between you and Jungkook. Jungkook narrows his eyes, almost offended that you refuse his offer. “Don’t be stubborn, Y/N.” His voice is low, almost threatening as he motions back towards the window. “It’s thundering and lightning out there.” 

“So?” You offer knowing that accepting his kindness would be your safest way home. Part of you wants to spend more time with Jungkook, however, you can’t help but continue making things challenging between you.

Jungkook presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, fighting back a growl as he leans forward to invade your personal space. “Y/n, please let me drive you home.” His voice is soft yet it holds the intensity of his intentions. You falter, stunned that Jungkook genuinely seems concerned about you walking home on your own. You make eye contact with him, feeling an electric pull to the man in front of you as you seemingly get lost in his deep brown hues. 

“Okay.” You finally answer, your voice almost a whisper as he smirks in triumph, his genuine concern still visible behind his irises. 

—

The rain pummels against your skin as you hold your hands up over your head. Jungkook is rushing ahead of you, desperately pressing the button of his key fob to unlock the doors of the black BMW parked against the curb. He pulls open the passenger door just in time for you to crawl inside his car, shivering slightly from the cold moisture on your skin and the damp clothes clinging to your body. 

You watch as he shuts the door, the sound of the rain becoming muffled from within the car as you watch him run around the front to sneak into the driver’s seat. You momentarily hear the rainfall become louder until you are both encased inside the vehicle. You laugh as you glance down at your attire, your sports bra is now fully visible through your white tank top, the fabric completely unforgiving as you cross your arms in front of your chest.

Jungkook equally shares a chuckle as he shyly smiles, passing his hands over his face to wipe off the raindrops that dripped down from his soaked hair. His work uniform is clearly completely drenched, the rain refusing to spare him from its brutal attack. He quickly presses the ignition button, listening as the low hum of the BMW roars to life.

“Damn it.” He groans, knowing it would take a good while to dry himself off before heading to work. You bite your lip nervously, shivering as the air conditioning begins to swirl around you, causing chills to rake through your body. Jungkook is quick to notice how cold you seem, his hand quickly switching on the heat as he starts to fiddle with the buttons of his uniform shirt. 

You blink back your surprise, watching as each button pulls apart to reveal a white tank top beneath the fabric. Jungkook pulls the shirt from his body, tossing it into the backseat as he holds his hands out towards the vents to warm up with the hot air. His complete sleeve of tattoos is exposed to you once again, causing you to pause and admire the details up close. At first, you notice an image of a clock before finding an orange lily tattooed close beside it. You keep grazing your eyes over the canvas, noticing a microphone, snake, and the words bulletproof written in blue lettering. You want to ask him about them, but you settle with holding your hands out, sighing in relief as the cold air morphs into a comforting warmth.  

“You okay?” Jungkook asks, noticing the way your body continues to shiver despite the building heat in the car. “Here.” He leans forward, reaching across you to shift the vents in your direction. You lean back from the close contact, your heart already pounding in your chest from the reality of being inside Jungkook’s car, alone with the man that still haunts your inner thoughts.

You offer him a gentle smile as your body suddenly becomes still, relishing in the comfort of the heat as Jungkook presses a button beside your seat. “That should make you warm.” He adds as you realize he turned on the seat warmers. 

“Thank you.” You finally mutter out, finding his eyes once again as his pupils draw you in like a moth to a flame. You simply stare at each other for a moment, completely lost in each other as gravity seems to pull you closer together. It isn’t until you are mere inches away from each other that you realize it, moving your hands back to cross in front of you. 

Jungkook’s eyes drop to follow the movement of your arms. He can’t help but notice the black sports bar peeking through the now see-through fabric of your tank top, his eyes drinking in the sight of your mounds as he fights the urge to reach out and grab them. He remembers the feeling of your body against his, his mind reeling at the thought of taking you in the backseat of his car. 

He quickly snaps out of his sinful delusions, turning his attention back onto the road and focusing on getting you home. As Jungkook fastens his seatbelt, you quickly do the same, watching as he leans back into his seat before moving the gearshift out of park. 

You find yourself holding your breath as Jungkook skillfully pulls the car out into the street from its parallel parking, the engine revving as you lean back in the seat. The radio is turned down, allowing you to hear nothing but the sound of Jungkook’s breathing and the rain pounding on the windshield. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth as you fiddle with one of the wet strands of your hair. “Thanks for driving me home.” You speak softly, watching as Jungkook rests his tatted arm on the gearshift, the other casually gripping the steering wheel.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, his eyes remaining on the road ahead. “Better than watching you walk down the street like that.” He teases, raising his eyebrows as he flicks his gaze back onto your body. You gasp, smacking your hand across his shoulder as you use your free arm to cover your chest. 

“And here I thought you were a gentleman.” You snap, rolling your eyes as Jungkook playfully chuckles at your comment. 

“Oh trust me, princess…” His tone dips deeper, his voice smooth like molasses as he grips the steering wheel tighter. “I’m trying to be.”

You feel your cheeks flush in warmth, your body suddenly becomes sweltering as you desperately search for the seat warmer. Your back and the bottom side of your thighs are now significantly more comfortable as you turn off the setting, hoping it will help cool you off. “I think I’m warm now.” Your eyes find the dial of the air conditioning, moving to lower the temperature as Jungkook does the same. 

You feel a tingle course through your limbs as your hand brushes with Jungkook’s, both of your eyes shooting in the direction of the other as a jolt of electricity reminds you of your attraction for him. You shyly pull your hand back as Jungkook rotates the dial to lower the heat. 

The drive to your complex isn’t very long as Jungkook swiftly passes the few intersections of the busy streets before pulling into the parking garage of your apartment. You watch as the automated door opens once his sensor is close enough, the roar of his BMW echoing through the structure as the sound of rain ceases from the covered canopy. 

You can’t help but let your mind dwell on Jungkook’s words. I’m trying to be. The implications of the phrase have your mind swirling with need, recalling the way he could effortlessly set your body a blaze with a single touch. You nervously chew on your bottom lip as he pulls into a parking spot close to the main lobby entrance, causing you to let out the breath you were subconsciously holding in. 

“Thanks again.” Your voice cracks as you speak, causing you to shrink in embarrassment as you refrain from smacking your palm over your forehead. “For driving me.” You add once clearing your throat. You look away from him, peering out your window as you close your eyes, scrunching your face as you cringe from your obvious nerves. 

Jungkook places the gear in park as he adjusts himself in the seat, turning his torso to face you. “You’re welcome.” His eyes become drawn to your chest, unable to fight off his desires to peer at your body, lusting over the memory of the pleasure you inflicted upon him. He bites down on his lower lip, playing with his piercing as a way to distract himself, the soft sting of the pressure causing him to bite back a groan as he imagines you nibbling on it for him. 

He suddenly remembers that you have to walk upstairs, completely soaked from the inclement weather as you face the chilling air conditioning inside. He also recalls the fact that your shirt is see-through, completely displaying your chest for the world to see. He lifts the tattooed arm over the back of your headrest, twisting his body further as he reaches for a hoodie that was tucked in the backseat. “Here.” He grabs the fabric, handing it to you as the material covers the tempting sight beneath your wet shirt. “Cover up.”

You blink as you bunch the material in front of you, glancing down to see your bra is still showing through your clothes. You blush at the realization, glancing back at Jungkook to find him struggling to keep his eyes from wandering toward your chest. You lower his hoodie, setting it in your lap as you bravely gulp back your nerves. “Why? Does it bother you?” Your voice dips into a seductive purr as you unbuckle your seatbelt, leaning up on your hip to tuck one of your legs beneath your bottom to perch yourself up as you lean over the center console. 

Jungkook’s jaw practically drops as he watches you invade the space keeping him at a distance from you. You watch his breathing hitch as he sits still, allowing you to come closer as you bat your lashes in his direction. “Watch yourself, princess.” He growls, leaning his face in closer to yours as he meets your flirtatious eyes with a stern expression. 

“Or what?” You ask sternly as you continue pressing forward until your lips are nearly brushing against his. “Can’t handle me?” You tease, a cocky smile exposing itself at the corner of your lips as you notice the windows of his car fogging up from the changing air temperature inside and the humidity from outside. 

Jungkook bites back a chuckle, fighting every urge coursing through his body to pull you closer and crash his lips into yours. “Oh, I can handle a spoiled brat.” He counters, his arrogant smile making an appearance. “It’s you who can’t handle me.”

His words send you in a silent rage as you gasp in remembrance of the way he commandeered your body. He smirks triumphantly before you drop your eyes onto the belt buckle nestled at his hips, suddenly determined to prove that you can just as easily make him beg for more. You press the release mechanism of his seat belt, watching it retract as Jungkook’s confident expression falters out of curiosity. You barely allow him the time to adjust to your actions, your hands clawing at the belt of his uniform. “We’ll see about that.”

“Y/n?!” Jungkook’s eyes widen as his arms latch onto the door and center console, watching as you effortlessly pull the belt apart, making quick work to unzip his work cargos. “What the f…” Before he can get out his last word, you pull the fabric of his boxers down, allowing his erection to spring free as you wrap your digits around the offending member. Jungkook lets a loud groan escape his lips as he bites down on his bottom lip, completely taken back by the sight of your pretty little hand gripping around him. 

A devilish grin exposes your teeth as you begin stroking your hand up and down his length, leaning over to capture his bottom lip between yours. You feel the click of his piercing between your teeth and you playfully nibble his bottom lip, relishing in the moan you drag from deep within his throat. He quickly brings his hands to grab the sides of your head, forcing your gaze directly on his as he watches your eyes grow wider from the twitch of his cock. 

“You’re such a fucking tease.” He manages to choke out between huffed breaths as he pulls you into him to drown you in his affection. You manage to continue pumping your fist, your body shivering as Jungkook groans while his mouth is still savagely devouring yours. Your vision blurs momentarily as you become intoxicated by his touch, pulling yourself away in desperate attempts to maintain your composure. 

“I thought you said you could handle me?” You tilt your head in a mocking manner, giggling softly to yourself as Jungkook drops his hands from your hair back to whatever parts of his car he can hold onto.  He looks completely desperate for more attention from you, bucking his hips forward as he imagines fucking your pussy instead of the inside of your hand. 

Your pride swells from his desperation, leading you to amp up your torment as you adjust yourself on the seat, completely leaning over the center console until your face is hovering just a few inches from his hard dick, dripping with pre-cum as it angrily awaits for your sweet treatment. Without hesitation, you latch your lips over the tip, feeling Jungkook’s head fall back against the seat with a thud as an uncharacteristic groan reverberates deep in his throat. “Fuck, Y/n.” He praises you as one of his hands rests on the back of your head. “Take my dick.”

The encouragement causes you to bob your head up and down, letting your lips glide along his shaft as you savor the taste of his pre-cum on your tongue. You confidently swirl your tongue on the underside of his cock as you continue taking him deep in your throat. You feel his fingers tangle within your hair as he guides your head up and down, completely overwhelmed by how willing you are to follow his guidance. “Shit…you’re fucking amazing.”

Your cheeks ache as you fight a smile, Jungkook’s length still completely sheathed within your mouth as you skillfully continue building his high. It isn’t until you begin twisting your hand gently down his length as your mouth follows close behind it that he releases his grip on your hair, his arms latching around the back of his headrest as he fights off his orgasm.  “I’m gonna cum…” He pants, completely out of breath as he grips the headrest tightly, feeling his cock twitch in stimulation as your mouth slides down once again, sucking tightly as the feeling of his tip bullies through until it collides with the back of your throat. 

Just as you feel Jungkook’s muscles tighten, you release your grip on his member, sliding him back out of your mouth with a pop as you lean back into the passenger seat. Jungkook’s eyes snap open from the sudden lack of attention, his orgasm failing to reach its peak as his dick remains needy for more of your touch. 

“What the fuck?” He complains, sitting up as he frantically finds your gaze. “Why did you stop?” 

You fight back the smug smirk from stretching over your lips, offering him a condescending smile. “Don’t you have to go to work?” You ask innocently, collecting your belongings as you move to exit his BMW. 

Jungkook quickly reaches over you, blocking you from opening the door as his eyes fill with desperation. While the clock serves as a reminder of his rapidly approaching shift, he’s also needy for release after the biggest tease of his life. You simply push past him, opening the door to crawl out before sparing him a final glare. “Looks like you can’t handle me after all.” 

“You’re asking for it, princess.” He threatens, his jaw tightening as he tucks himself back into his pants to prevent anyone from walking by and witnessing his indecency. You simply shrug your shoulders, inwardly shuddering at the thought of Jungkook taking out his frustrations on you again. 

“Have a good night, JK.” You state simply, shutting the door before making your way toward the lobby door. 

You hear Jungkook’s engine roar with urgency behind you, turning around as you watch him pull out from the parking spot, rolling his window down to send his glare directly through you as he chews on his bottom lip in an attempt to cool himself down. You feel your mouth run dry from the pure intensity of his stare knowing you’ll be safe from his revenge for the rest of the evening, at least until he returns home from his shift. 

—

The fresh scent of your citrusy household cleaner wafts around you as you finish tidying up your kitchen and living room space, finally taking the time to complete the chores you’ve been neglecting since last weekend. You smile triumphantly as every surface is dusted and disinfected, the mess of clutter neatly sorted and stored in its proper locations. You hum happily to some of your favorite songs as your Bluetooth speakers sync throughout your apartment, the music traveling from room to room as you venture around sweeping and mopping the floors. 

Your hair is still damp from your shower, your body comfortably snug in a pair of fleece pajama bottoms and a tank top to keep you warm from the shivers you can’t seem to shake off since getting drenched in the rain. Since Jungkook dropped you off, you watched a movie, took your shower, and began cleaning around the apartment.

You slide across the flooring of your apartment with your socks as you sway your hips with the music, enjoying the rhythmic beats. As you seek out the storage closet in your hallway, you notice the time displayed on the digital clock on your stove, noticing that it's already close to midnight. You pull open the door of the closet, shoving the broom out of sight as you close the door with a satisfied sigh. 

The music continues playing throughout your apartment as you pluck your phone from the kitchen counter, lowering the volume to accommodate any neighbors who might be home. Thankfully, both of your direct neighbors work the night shift, leaving you with ample opportunities to enjoy your music in peace. You start singing along to the next song that shuffles through your playlist as you make your way into your bathroom. 

You place your phone down on the vanity as you reach for your toothbrush, making quick work to twist off the cap of your tube of toothpaste, squeezing a pea size amount onto the bristles. You turn on the tap, gently running the brush beneath the water before beginning to brush your teeth, still swaying your hips to the music as you glance at yourself in the mirror. 

The music suddenly stops as the screen of your phone changes, noticing that it darkens through the reflection of the mirror. You questioningly glance down to peek at your device, curious as to see what caused your music to turn off.  You choke on the mixture of your spit and toothpaste as you examine the name displayed across the LED screen. 

Asshole. 

You lean forward to spit into the sink, letting the water wash away any evidence as you hear the vibrations of your phone against the granite countertop of your vanity. You freeze, simply watching as you debate answering it. Wasn’t he currently at work? Why would he be calling you close to midnight in the middle of his shift? You bring your toothbrush back up to your lips, continuing your nightly routine as you ignore the ring, your eyes occasionally flickering back until you see his contact disappear from the screen. 

You finish cleaning off your mouth as you place your toothbrush away in its holder, tapping your phone to see if Jungkook texted you or if his call was merely a mistaken butt-dial. You’re slightly disappointed to see there aren’t any texts coming through as you turn your attention back onto the mirror in front of you. You lean forward once more, turning the faucet handle as you cup your hands beneath the flow, tossing the lukewarm water onto your face as you continue with your nighttime routine. 

As you reach across the vanity for your facial cleanser, you ignore your phone as you snap open the lid, squeezing another small amount of product onto your fingertips as you start lathering the substance between your hands. You smear the liquid onto your cheeks, moving your fingertips in slow circles as you watch your skin become white from the suds of the product. You can feel the small exfoliating beads burst against your skin, your mind settling on the reality that Jungkook most likely accidentally dialed your number. 

You cup your hands under the water once again, splashing away the cleanser as you close your eyes to prevent any product from stinging them. You blindly reach out to the side, your hand seeking the hand towel hanging on a towel rod nearby, dapping away any remaining moisture as you peer back at your reflection to see your skin freshly washed.

You toss the towel into the hamper off to the side of your bathroom before reaching for your phone, grabbing it as you turn off the light to make your way into your bedroom. As you continue shuffling your feet to the now-returned music, you unlock your phone to disconnect from your speakers. You cross your leg beneath you as you sit perched on the edge of your bed, maneuvering through your streaming app until your apartment is filled with silence. 

As you go to click off your screen, you notice a small red dot near your missed calls. You click it open to find a voicemail notification from none other than Jungkook. You blink, half expecting the name on the screen to switch only to find that there truly was a voicemail from your incredibly hot neighbor that you blew earlier in his car. 

“Shit.” You hiss under your breath, suddenly nervous as to the reason he even called, let alone leave you a voicemail. You lay back in your bed, all of the lights in your apartment now extinguished except for the small bedside lamp just inches from your pillows. You rest your head back as you hesitantly tap on his nickname, fearing what you might hear in the next few seconds. 

“Y/n…” You hear Jungkook in your ear as if he’s laying directly beside you. There’s a small pause as he realizes he’s now recording on your voicemail. “Why didn’t you…? God…damn, I wish you would’ve picked up.” He continues as a frustrated groan resonates through the earpiece of your phone, causing your body to shudder at the deep guttural sound. 

Your heart rate begins to increase as you listen to his words, his voice causing a reaction in your body instantly as your heart begins to pound against your ribcage as if it was trying to escape. God, why did he have to sound so hot?

“Fuck, Y/n.” His tone is laced with irritation and need, causing you to unconsciously tuck your lip between your teeth, gently biting the flesh as you imagine him saying it with the same intensity he used earlier in the car.  “I’m on my lunch break and all I can think about is that pretty little mouth of yours.” You gasp, feeling your body ignite in the same insatiable heat you feel whenever he’s physically close to you. How could he cause your body such a reaction simply by speaking into his phone? 

“You looked so fucking hot swallowing my dick like that before you left…” He continues, his voice is low and seductive, drawing you in with every vocal infliction of his tone. You hear him groan once more into the phone as a chill pierces through your spine. “Damn, princess, you’ve got me all fucked up.”

You feel your cheek burn in embarrassment and arousal at the fact that this voicemail even exists, proof that Jeon Jungkook is still thinking about you, his sexual resolve completely destroyed by your teasing games from earlier that day. You feel empowered, your pride swelling from hearing Jungkook admit that he’s wrecked by you.

 There is a long pause on his voicemail, hearing nothing but silence for a good short while. The silence has you hanging off the cliffs of your sanity, feeling nervous and excited about what he could possibly say next. Your mind can’t help but entertain thoughts of what he must look like while he’s leaving you this voicemail. What could he possibly be doing? It isn’t until his voice finally breaks the silence that you find you’ve been holding in a breath, your body shivering from the intensity of his tone. “Just wait till I get home…I’m coming to ruin your fucking morning.” Jungkook leaves you with a dark breathy chuckle before your phone finally beeps, indicating the end of his voicemail. 

You lay completely frozen as you stare up at your ceiling, completely dumbfounded by Jungkook’s vulgar comments and provocative threats. You feel your throat run dry, completely unable to speak or make a sound as you process everything that was said for what seemed like an eternity even though it was a quick voicemail. 

Your mind flashes to memories of your encounter in his car, his dick hitting against the back of your throat as you pulled delicious moans from his lips. You recall how frustrated Jungkook appeared as you left him desperate for a release. 

The temptation of replaying the voicemail overcomes you as you glance down at your phone, tapping away to begin the audio once more. His voice sends another wave of shivers down your spine, your body becoming excited from the manner in which he helplessly exposes his sexual frustrations. “Just wait till I get home…I’m coming to ruin your fucking morning.” As his words repeat, you find yourself wondering what kind of treatment is awaiting you in the morning. You can feel a dull thump between your legs, moisture collecting between your legs as your arousal only fuels your sinful fantasies with your neighbor.

Typically, you’d be scolding his brazen determination, however, the thought of him taking out his lustful agitation on your body sends you reeling. You bite down harder on your bottom lip as your hand travels against your thigh, fighting your every instinct to pleasure yourself as the thoughts of your kitchen sex with Jungkook resurface. You can feel your nipples harden beneath your tanktop, the thin material doing nothing to conceal your blatant arousal at the thought of Jungkook. 

“Oh, my god.” You moan as Jungkook’s cocky grin haunts your mind, imagining him playing with that stupid lip piercing of his with the satisfaction of knowing his voicemail caused you to practically beg for his attention.  “Such an ass.” You groan as you grab your phone, closing out of your voicemail to place it on its charger. You sigh as you feel your body change knowing that no matter what you tried to convince yourself, you were secretly thrilled for the morning to come. 

—

After a restless night of tossing and turning, you find yourself back in your master bathroom, glaring at yourself in the reflective surface of the bathroom mirror. Your hair is still dry from the night before given that you only washed your body this morning. You have small hints of makeup strategically painted across your features to enhance your natural looks, something that you instinctually did after brushing your teeth.

You carefully pull your hair down from the loose bun sitting atop your head, watching as your strands cascade onto your shoulders. You smile at your reflection, thankful for the soft naturally pinky complexion of your cheeks alongside the mascara to enhance your eyes and the soft pigment across your lips. You look soft, a sight that Jungkook would surely welcome if he actually chose to follow through with his threat of coming to ruin your morning. 

Your eyes shift down to your attire, suddenly realizing that you have clothes on for comfort, not for looks. You nibble on your lip as you contemplate your choice of clothing, pulling against the waistband of your fleece pajama bottoms to check which underwear you currently have on. You glance back at your reflection, groaning as you turn to venture toward your dresser to find something more appealing. 

The black lace fabric of your favorite bra and pantie set catches your gaze as you contemplate whether or not you should change. You grab the balconette bra, holding it up as you imagine Jungkook’s reaction to your chest in such a number. The thought of Jungkook reminds you that all of this effort is going into making sure you look good for the man that has pranked you since your arrival.  “Why do I even care?” You groan, tossing the bra back into the drawer. 

Just as you go to push it to shut, you sigh as you give into your mild insecurities, snatching up the bra and the matching panties as you stomp your feet in defeat, knowing you were vastly overthinking this supposed morning visit he threatened to pay you. For all you knew, he could’ve completely moved on from the thought after a long night spent saving people’s lives. 

Despite your inner turmoil, you change into the set, covering it with a simple black t-shirt and a pair of your comfiest jean shorts. You look at yourself in the mirror, noticing your figure is completely swallowed by the material of your shirt. “Y/n, stop stressing. This is stupid.” You complain to yourself, ignoring the urge to compulsively go pick a new shirt to better flatter you. “It’s JK. Who cares what he thinks?” 

As you start walking away from the bathroom vanity, you start tugging on the fabric at the bottom of your shirt, twirling it between your fingers as you tie it into a knot that rests against your hip. “There.” You groan to yourself, completely annoyed with how invested you suddenly became in your appearance. Jungkook fucked you in your kitchen randomly and you never cared what he thought of you, why was it suddenly bothering you so much? 

You walk out into your living room, admiring the way the natural sunlight illuminated the space as you moved toward the kitchen. You instantly seek out your coffee maker, plucking a pod from the display beside it as you turn on the machine, ready for a boost of caffeine to help gain some of your energy back. 

The coffee maker slowly hums as the water becomes hot, allowing you just enough time to grab your favorite mug from the cabinet and place it beneath the spout. Your eyes shift toward the clock, noticing that it was almost ten o’ clock. Jungkook’s shift was from nine to nine, leaving you to ponder his intentions upon his return home since the hospital was only a fifteen-minute drive from your complex. 

You let out a breathy laugh of disappointment, rolling your eyes as you turn your attention to the refrigerator. You might as well get your day started, feeling upset for concerning yourself so much with thoughts of Jungkook. You ponder your selections, debating what seems appealing to your tastebuds.  

A series of loud bangs resonate against your front door, causing you to jolt back in surprise as your heartbeat pounds in your ears from the startle. You feel your body stiffen as the banging becomes louder and more consistent as if someone was desperately trying to get your attention. 

The smell of coffee invades your nostrils as the coffee maker dispenses the liquid into your mug while you close the refrigerator. There is a pause in the knocking which allows you to turn the corner toward the front door. Before you can reach the lock, you hear a few more loud thumps as you suck in a breath, fully aware of who would be on the opposite end of the door. 

You hesitantly pull it open, gasping at the sight of Jungkook glaring through the wood as if he could see right through it. His eyes darken at the sight of you, his facial expression completely unamused. His arms are pressed against your door frame mimicking a predator who is ready to pounce on its prey. You gulp as you take in the sight of him, his hair damp and messy as it hangs over his eyes, his large irises piercing through the strands. It’s clear that he showered after a night in the hospital.

 “About fucking time.” He hisses, wasting no time in lunging forward into your apartment, grabbing ahold of your waist as he kicks the door closed behind him. His impatience is evident in his features, his jaw tight from the tension of his sexual desires. You can hardly keep up with how quickly your senses are overcome, feeling yourself crash into the wall beside your hall tree as Jungkook’s hands crawl up your body, crashing his lips into yours. 

You moan at his taste, feeling the warmth of his tongue and the cold hard material of his piercing intermixing as your kiss becomes a mixture of tongue and cheek. You gasp for a breath as Jungkook trails his mouth along your jaw, his hands trailing up your waist as he pulls up the material of your shirt. “Take this shit off…” He huffs against your skin, his breath sending a wave of chills through your body, causing your skin to tingle from the sensation. 

You comply, lifting your arms to aid in his removal of your shirt, tossing it down beside you as his eyes fixate on the sight of your breasts nestled into your choice of bra. “Damn, Y/n. You’re fucking perfect.” He groans, your pride only growing from his praise as his mouth begins to trail down your neck. Jungkook places open-mouth kisses along your skin, dropping his head to the level of your chest, biting his bottom lip as he moves his hands up to grab them between his large fingers. 

“Why are you still dressed?” You pant, feeling drunk off of his presence as you pull his shirt from his frame, Jungkook allowing you to tug it over his head. You carelessly discard it as his muscular frame presses into you, his sleeve tattoo gloriously displayed across his arm and shoulder. “I thought you said you would ruin my morning?” You challenge, watching as Jungkook presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek, fighting back his urge to bend you over and spank you. 

“Oh…you have no idea, princess.” He chuckles darkly, moving to place a kiss on the fleshy part of your breast that is exposed from your bra. His kiss quickly turns into a gentle graze of his teeth, sending your head back to rest against the wall behind you. “You’ll be begging me to make you cum by the time I’m done with you.” 

You feel the moisture build between your legs at his vulgar mouth, unable to respond before he drops to his knees in front of you. You blush at the realization that his face is now hovering dangerously close to your most private region, his hands grabbing at your sides as he presses your hips back into the wall. You dig your fingers into damp strands of hair atop of his head, gripping gently as his hands fiddle with the button of your jeans, gently shimming the denim down your thighs, his mouth practically salivating at the sight of your matching set. 

He tilts his chin up, a cocky grin stretched across his lips. “Seems you were waiting for me.” He tuts confidently, his fingers shamelessly gripping the edges of your lace panties, tugging them down the length of your legs. 

“Shut up.” You bark back, hating the arrogant smile on his face even though it compliments the fuck out of his demeanor. Jungkook chuckles, his breath ghosting over the junction between your thighs, causing your legs to quake momentarily. 

“Better hold on to something, princess,” Jungkook warns, leaving you momentarily confused until he surges forward and latches his mouth over the folds of your vagina, causing a pornographic moan to escape the barrier of your lips. 

You slap one of your hands over your mouth, attempting to muffle the blatant sound of your need for him as your reaction only spurs on his determination to drive you mad. “Shit…” You moan as Jungkook runs the entirety of his tongue over the length of your core, causing your legs to shake as you grab onto his shoulder helplessly. 

Jungkook smirks against your pussy, bringing his hands down to the front of your pelvis, helping spread your legs apart for better access. Your head falls back, arching your back as Jungkook greedily devours your taste, his tongue swirling against your clit and probing at your tight little hole, causing more whimpers to drip from your mouth as your body rapidly climbs in ecstasy. “Oh my god…JK…”

You run your hands against the toned frame of his shoulders, feeling the coils of your abdomen tighten as Jungkook continues his torment. Jungkook begins to suck against your clit, stimulating you until you feel the edge of your orgasm teeter closer with each stroke of his tongue. “I’m gonna cum…” You warn, completely blissed out as you tighten your grip on his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his tongue slip away just as your muscles tighten in anticipation fo your sweet release. 

The cold air causes your arousal to deescalate, leaving you in a state of confusion as Jungkook stands back up, a mischievous grin exposing his satisfaction. “What the hell?” You complain, irritated that your orgasm was so suddenly interrupted. 

Jungkook licks his lips lecherously, the sinful sight of your arousal being lapped up by his tongue as if it was sweet nectar causes your mouth to hang open. “What’s the matter?” He bites back his mischievous laughter, watching you connect the dots. He’s only returning the favor of the stunt you pulled yesterday in his car, leaving you horny and unsatisfied just as you left him. 

“Fuck you.” You snarl, pushing your palms against his bare chest as he captures your wrists within his strong grip. Despite your annoyance, your tone is hardly threatening as Jungkook leans in to grab your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging the flesh gently before releasing it. 

His eyes darken as he pins you with his stare, his hands still immobilizing your arms from pushing him away. “Oh, I fully intend on it.” He promises as he releases your wrist to drop his hands down to your ass. Before you can think of a response to throw his way, he lifts you up, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips as you leave the remnants of your clothes on the floor of your entryway. 

The journey to your bedroom becomes a blur as Jungkook latches back onto your lips, kissing you passionately as your teeth click against his piercing, snatching his bottom lip between your teeth as another moan jumps from your lips. Jungkook groans from the reaction, pressing his hips forward so that his hardened length probes against your thigh as you finally reach the bedroom. He makes quick work of dropping you onto the bed, tossing you haphazardly as his hands drop to his waist. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows, your eyes instantly finding the tattooed letters on his hands as you watch him yank down his sweatpants and boxers, allowing his member to spring free. You instantly suck your bottom lip between your teeth, recalling how just yesterday you had him falling to pieces as his cock was buried deep down your throat. 

“Fuck, princess. You’re such a damn tease.” He groans as he leans forward and crawls onto the bed to pin you beneath him. You suck in a breath, your body jittery with excitement as you bat your eyes innocently. 

“Am I?” You comment bravely, watching as Jungkook pauses over you, resembling a predator ready to sink his teeth into his prey. 

Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle, his eyes dark and unamused by your sarcastic tone. “Shut up, Y/n.” He barks as he pulls you up to snake a hand behind your back, skillfully unclasping your bra with his fingers. Your eyes widen, stunned that he was able to unhinge the undergarment without any difficulty. It turns you on, causing your mind to swirl with even more lust for the man. Why did he have to be such a vibe?

As Jungkook tosses your bra to the side to expose your breast, he grins menacingly before leaning down to latch his mouth around your pert bud. You toss your head back, letting out a moan as his warm tongue stimulates the areola, leaving you a shuddering mess beneath him as the cold metal of his piercing adds an extra level of excitement. 

You feel the burn of desire scorch through your limbs, the heat traveling as you fight back the urge to pull him into you. The wait was torture. You wanted him to fuck you and you wanted it now, but you knew he wouldn’t spare you that pleasure after leaving him high and dry. 

Jungkook smirks against your skin as he feels your body arching toward him, satisfied that he has you right where he wants you. He brings a hand up, pinching your free nipple between his index and thumb, gently massaging over you as he extracts another moan of gratification from you. 

“JK…I need more.” Your resolve to stay silent finally cracks, your hips pressing up to feel his dick pressing against your inner thigh. Jungkook simply releases your nipple with a pop, watching as it hardens from his attention and the cold air of your apartment against the moisture of his mouth. 

He moves to hover his face just over yours as he dips his hand from your nipple to between your legs, pressing the pad of his finger against your swollen clit. You bite back a groan, your hips instinctually swirling against his hand to stimulate your bud. You become increasingly enraged by the smug look on Jungkook’s face, watching as he intentionally leaves you wanting more. 

“You’re not begging yet.” His voice is low and taunting as he begins rubbing tight circles against your clit, causing your mouth to hang open in pleasure as your body becomes rapidly elevated to a state of bliss. You bite back the urge to plead for your release, knowing this was his way of getting sweet revenge. 

Jungkook notices your hesitance, shrugging his shoulders as he releases your bud, causing your high to come spiraling back down. You groan in frustration, pushing against him as he grabs ahold of your wrists, pinning them down on either side of your head. “Come on, princess. Just admit you want me to fuck the shit out of you.” He smirks maliciously, raising his eyebrows suggestively as he licks his lips. “I’ll happily oblige.” 

“Don’t flatter yourself, Jeon.” You snip back, knowing every part of you wants to get on your knees and beg for him to tear you apart in every way possible. 

He leans down, brushing his lips against the outer shell of your ear, causing you to shiver from the touch, “Suit yourself.” Before you can retaliate, he silences you with another soul-sucking kiss, his tongue invading your mouth and tasting every ounce of you. You moan against him as you feel him align his hips between your thighs, his length probing the folds of your vagina as his tip lingers dangerously close to your center. 

Jungkook stops kissing you for a moment, watching your face twist in euphoria as he inserts his bulging tip into your pussy, just enough to tease your hole before pulling back out. You pant from the excruciating torture of his teasing, your hips desperately seeking for him to impale you fully. He dives back in to steal your breath with another kiss, smirking against your lips as he repeats his previous action, feeling your body chase after him. 

“Someone’s needy.” He chuckles against your skin as he trails his kisses down your neck, stopping just at your shoulder as he gently bites the length of it. 

The sensation eliminates whatever determination you have to keep from begging, feeling his tip continue to fuck your entrance teasingly. “Jungkook…please.” You moan, feeling your mind and body scream for you to submit to his desires. 

“What was that?” His expression becomes more serious as if he is also fighting every urge to bury his dick deep within you. You can see the wrecked expression glimmer behind his irises as you soften your expression. 

Jungkook pauses his movements, seeing you become incredibly irresistible as your eyes softly beg for him. “I need you, JK. Please…fuck me so good.” Your voice is seductive and pleading, dangerously drawing him into you as his hips surge forward, causing you both to gasp. 

“Fuck.” Jungkook groans as his arms shake from the long-awaited moment he could bully his way through to your cervix. You equally let out a sinful moan, filling your apartment with the sound of your arousal for him. 

He begins to pull out, pounding you into your bed as he rapidly builds a delicious yet tortuous pace, leaving you grasping at your sheets in an attempt to keep you grounded to reality as you quickly elevate back to a euphoric state. “Oh my god…JK…Shit.” You choke out as he continues slamming into you, bruising your cervix as he fucks away all of the sexual build-up of the last twenty-four hours. 

“You take my dick so good, Y/N.” He praises you, tightening his grip on your wrists slightly as he changes the pace of his hips, taking slower, deeper thrusts up into your core. “You’re fucking perfect.” His muscles tighten as you both near your end, his arms grasping around your torso in an attempt to keep you from moving, your breast bouncing with each aggressive thrust he sends into you. 

“Make me cum…please…” You continue pleading, fully willing to admit how desperate you are as he happily impales you to the hilt. The feeling is glorious, leaving your body fully satisfied after such sweet teasing, allowing you to convulse around him as the coils in your stomach snap from your orgasm ripping through you. “Jungkook!” You yell as your vision goes white in rapture, leaving you a complete mess. 

The manner in which you call out his name has him meeting his own end, feeling the warmth of his cum shoot deep within you as his body presses into you from his exhaustion. He releases the grip on your wrists, bringing one of them up to his lips as he places gentle kisses along the inside just beneath your palm. You watch his every move, entranced by the way he carefully runs his lips against the tender skin. You sigh happily from the attention, feeling embarrassed once he opens his eyes, catching you as you watch him. 

His cheeks swell against his eyes as a goofy smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. “What?” He asks curiously, admiring the way your hair sprawls against the bed, almost as if you are trying to lure him back in for more. 

“Nothing.” You hum happily, gasping softly as he pulls himself out from within you. He kisses up your torso, leaving a few kisses against your breast before seeking out your lips. You sigh happily from the sudden uncharacteristic gesture, feeling giddy that he chose to roll over and lay beside you. 

“That was fucking amazing.” He admits, blissed out as he turns his head to peer back toward you. “Best neighbor ever.” He grins, watching as you roll your eyes sarcastically. You can’t conceal the bright smile that’s radiating from your expression, your after-sex glow only causing Jungkook to admire you more. 

You blush a the realization that he’s studying you closely. “You’re not so bad yourself.” You admit, knowing that despite your prank war, being neighbors is more exciting and thrilling than annoying. 

Jungkook smiles through his eyes, his large pupil’s reflecting his sentiments towards you now that he isn’t driven mad with sexual frustration. You notice the exhaustion on his features, recalling that he just worked all night and must be tired beyond belief. You shift in your position, feeling the sticky residue from between your legs, cringing slightly as you turn to face him. “I’m going to take a shower.” You watch him for a reaction as you cautiously suggest your next statement. “Wanna grab lunch after?” 

Jungkook’s smile remains as he nods slightly, feeling the fatigue set in. “Yeah, sounds good.” You cautiously stand from your bed, glancing toward the bathroom before looking back at Jungkook, surprised to find him blatantly checking out your ass as he fights his exhaustion. You smile shyly before moving to retrieve your undergarments and clothing from the hallway before escaping into the bathroom.

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✎ᝰ ❛ HOW TO LEAD A SIMPLE LIFE GUIDE BY A RANDOM PERSON IN THE EDO PERIOD ❜ — dazai osamu.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ featuring. samurai dazai osamu x farmer gn reader.

.ೃ࿐ WARNINGS ! gender neutral reader. you/your and they/they pronouns is used. Petnames is used (my angel). — not proofread ( 900 words. )

content. You lead a simple life in a simple village. Tending the wet fields, going on fishing on sometimes to earn a living. That is until you see a wandering samurai faint middle of the day that your life became not so simple.

A simple life is what you have always had in this time of edo. Going to the paddies and working out in the sun. Selling and making any kind of living you can earn enough so that you can live another day. Although in the middle of the day as you were about to take lunch after working all day in the fields there you saw a man. Brunette hair was everywhere, face planted in the dirt, whole body not moving. 

You worriedly walked up to him shaking his body, “s- sir? sir? Are you alright?” you try to wake him up and ask if everything was fine and yet he did not do a single move. Then, there you noticed the katana that was put on the side of his hip. ‘A samurai?’ you thought but then looked at him, ‘but he doesn't wear samurai's armor… perhaps a wandering samurai?’ you looked at him worriedly sighing. 'Still it's bad to be someone laying on the ground in this heat.’ you say looking up at the sky feeling the great heat of the sun. 

Thus the reason why you slowly took his hand and carried his unconscious body to your simple home. Putting him in your futon and begin to prepare water to wash off any dirt placed on his face. Seeing his face you sigh worriedly, putting your hand on his forehead checking his temperature. “Are you even okay—” before you could even utter any word you were cut off by the said unconscious man a few minutes ago gripping your wrist glaring at you. His guard fully up as your eyes widened, smiling, “you're okay! thank god, I thought you weren't well, maybe I should call the doctor, are you okay?” 

He looked at you eyes widen as his eyes soften, “oh~ my angel, the light to my darkness! thank you for saving me from my death's door, thank you I feel grateful,” he says in an over exaggerated tone as he takes your rough hands due from the work you have on the fields with his other rougher hands from the battles he has faced. “Uhmmm… do you need a doctor?” you asked him. Completely baffles at his audacity to intertwine your hands together after he just passed out for a few minutes under the raging sun. Is he okay? 

He shakes his head, “no my belladonna, I only need your gentle hands on me and I shall be healed from any injury,” you sigh at him. What an eccentric samurai. This must be one of those flirty and cheating samurai's your neighbors said to watch out for. Nevertheless you still welcome him in, “okay, then are you hungry? Although I might not provide much—” 

“Nonsense my angel! just seeing you—” he was cut off by his stomach rumbling you sigh, “I'll go get some rice,” he grins at you, his eyes sparkling. Though as you were getting up from sitting you looked at him, “ah wait, what's your name?” you asked him tilting your head as he smiled at you, “dazai osamu but I don't mind going by as the love of your life,” he smirked proudly at this as you make a face at him. 

“Then dazai-san, I'll get going for now, rest your body must be tired. I'll call the doctor in a few minutes please wait a minute,” You say as you get your feet working to get something to him. The brunette haired man smiling and looking at your every move.  

You fed him some rice and fish since that was the only thing that was available at your disposal. Then went to the village doctor to check on his health. Once the doctor said he was okay and only just had a mild heat stroke during the afternoon. Which made you sigh in relief. 

“See my angel I'm okay,” you smiled at his words. Maybe he was getting on you, “well if you say so, I'll continue work for now please rest. I don't want anyone fainting in the middle of the day,” with that you began your usual work on the fields. You thought that maybe after a day of resting at your place. The random wandering samurai would leave but he seems to be…following you. 

You looked at him weirdly as you stopped walking as he too stopped walking behind you. “Dazai-san?” he cocked his head to the side as you looked at him weirdly. “Uhmm… why are you following me?” he smiles at you, “why not?”

“Aren't you gonna go away?” 

He gasps, “my angel are you saying you don't love me?!” you panicked at this, your whole body flinching as you tried to make up something, any word out of your lips, “h- hey! wait- no that's not what I meant!” dazai giggles as he pats your head. 

“I'm only teasing you,” you pouted glaring at the brunette haired man, “that’s unfair and mean,” he chuckles at this.

“I can't help it my little angel,” 

“I'm no angel dazai-san,”

“Well you are to me,"

You sigh, feeling defeat, “I'll go continue my work,” his eyes perked up as he smiles similar to a Cheshire cat, “I want to help too!” 

“Dazai-san you don't even know how to farm,” you rebutted as he pouts, “I can learn!”

“no,” 

“yes!”

"no,"

"I wanna help!"

"still no"

"pleaaaaaseee?"

You sigh seeing how persistent this random samurai saved him. Maybe you shouldn't have saved him after all, “fine.”

You have a feeling that this is gonna be a long day. 

[mooooonnnzz]

Hi moonie darling 🫶 hope you’ve been doing well!

Can I request a lo’ak relationship headcanons ? The ones you did for neteyam are so cute and dreamy 🥹 I was wondering how you’d interpret a relationship with that troublemaker 😚 thank you in advance and good luck with the blog 💙

The Perfect Pair // Lo’ak x GN! Reader

❀ You and Lo’ak’s relationship headcanons <3

♡ Content: WARNING mentions of scars and picking at them, just a lil heads up!! angst but barely enough to ruin your day FLUFF lo’ak and reader are very cute shy lo’ak bc i love him being shy BUT HES SHY JUST FOR A LIL BIT

♡ WordCount: 1k

♡ Quicknote: sorry for taking absolutely forever to post this 😭 i have gotten bad writers block and i’ve been in some weird mood slump lately BUT I FINISHED IT SO HERE YOU ARE <33 hope you like it 🫶 and thank you for the luck, you’re very kind ❤️

expect to patch up this poor boy 24/7

there isn’t a day where he doesn’t come to you, honoring a new scratch on his body from his reckless behavior 

and it’s not like he does it on purpose 

he doesn’t mean to always get hurt, he just doesn’t think about the consequences until he’s actually facing them

“Lo’ak!” You rushed towards the boy who was staggering over to you, his hand clutching his injured arm. “What happened?!” Your eyes examined his body, your heart stopping at the large red gash on his side. Lo’ak uncovered his arm with a shaky hand, hissing at the blood that stained his palm. “I tried to do tricks with my Ikran and you know where that got me.” He said defeatedly, his head hanging low. “Let’s deal with those injuries, okay?” You grabbed onto his arm that wasn’t hurt and brought him inside the tent. He sat down on the floor, groaning in pain when he moved a certain way that strained his body. Scouring the tent, you picked up some healing ointments, healing paste, a cloth and medical gauzes that were gifted to you from the scientists. You sat next to Lo’ak, facing his side. “Can you lean to the left for me?” You ask, popping open the ointment. Lo’ak leans to the side, a few grunts and groans leaving his lips. “This’ll sting.” You warn, pouring a good amount of ointment on the cloth. “I know, you tell me that all the—SHIT!” He curses, sucking in a deep breath through clenched teeth. “Lo’ak!” You smacked his upper thigh with your free hand, using the other one to lightly tap on his wounds with the cloth. Lo’ak pressed his lips together and screwed his eyes shut. “I wonder what goes through your head when you do this.” You say, wrapping the gauze around his waist. “Nothing.” Lo’ak replies, laughing at his own joke. “What a shocker.” You plainly said, moving to the next cut. 

i’d like to say he has a lot of scars on his body

and he doesn’t really mind them, until his mom started pointing them out

theres frown on her lips as she talks about how reckless lo’ak is 

she even shows them to jake, who just either stares with disapproval in his eyes or says something along the lines of “well, what can you expect? the boy doesn’t even use his brain.” or “how can you expect him to care for his own well being when he can’t even think right.”

from then on, he started hating the scars on his body

he hated the unwanted attention he’d get from his mom, especially when she brings over his dad 

you comfort lo’ak whenever he falls into his hole of self hatred 

Lo’ak sat by the pond, fingernails scratching one of his scars. A habit he developed when he no longer thought the scars that littered his skin were cool. A ripple broke through the still surface of the pond. He didn’t have to look around to know that it was you. Sitting right beside him, you pressed a kiss to his temple. “What’s up?” You ask, your tail wrapping around him to provide a little bit of comfort. Lo’ak dug his nail into his scar, his eyes glaring at the white ragged skin that stretched to his mid forearm to his elbow. “My scars.” He grumbled. “I hate them.” He started picking at it. “Stop, you are going to make it worse.” You grabbed his hand, halting his movements. “You liked your scars, what happened?” You watched with worried eyes as Lo’ak sighed. “My mom always points them out and the look that she gives me makes me feel like shit.” His ears tucked behind his head. “And sometimes, she brings my dad over to look at them. As if my moms looks weren’t enough, my dad doesn’t hold back to insult me.” His bottom lip begins to tremble and your heart cracks. “I just do not know why they look at me like—like they’re ashamed of me!” He sniffs, roughly wiping the tears that were threatening to escape his eyes with his arm. “I hate crying.” He muttered grimly, tucking himself into a ball. “It is good to cry,” You begin softly, hand coming to caress Lo’ak’s back. “And you are not a disappointment.” You say with such certainty that Lo’ak almost believes it himself. “How are you so sure?” He looks at you, awaiting your answer. You started listing off all the wonderful qualities Lo’ak has, like how he’s so strong and doesn’t take no for an answer, how he doesn’t back down and never gives up, how he’s so annoyingly persistent with things and is curious about everything. As you said more and more things about Lo’ak, the more you saw him visibly perk up. It was like you rebuilding the broken pieces, slowly but surely with care, you made Lo’ak whole again. Lo’ak sniffed, rubbing his eye with his fist. “Thank you.” He mumbled, snuggling closer to you. 

LO’AK IS VERY SHY WHEN IT COMES TO PDA

like he’s blushing a whole ton when you hold his hand around his family

and just kissing his cheek?? he’s on the floor hyperventilating 

you love messing with him because his reactions are priceless

“Lo’ak.” You call out. He turns his head over to you, raising a brow. You lean towards him and kiss him on the cheek. “I love you.” You said against his skin, smooching him one last time before leaning back. Eyes intently watching him to see his reaction. As always, his ears rear back to his head and there’s a bright blush tinting his cheeks. “Oh.” He squeaks, his eyes are casted downwards and he can’t even look at you without stuttering. “Why are you so nervous?” You teasingly asked, tail whipping behind you playfully. “Because you! I—You…Ugh.” He runs a hand down his face, dramatically sighing. “What’s wrong, Lo’ak?” You wrap your arms around his back, pulling him closer to you. “Y/N!” He whines.

THOUGH WHEN HES SURE NOBODY IS WATCHING

hes hugging you close to him and latching onto you like a koala 

LIKE IS THIS THE SAME GUY WHO WAS NERVOUS TO LITERALLY HOLD YOUR HAND?? 

“Can you let go of my arm?” You politely asked, looking down at Lo’ak, who had your arm clutched in his hold. His head comfortablely resting on your shoulder. “Nope!” He says with a devious grin. “Lo’ak, I have to go.” Trying to remove him from your arm is a lost cause, might as well chop it off so Lo’ak could have it for himself. Giving up, you lean on Lo’ak. He makes a happy noise and clings himself closer to you.

and hes begging for your kisses, or he’s kissing you 

Lo’ak is covering your face in a mess of kisses. “Lo’ak!” You giggled out, hands finding purchase on his shoulders. You pushed him away from your face, still feeling his kissing ghosting your face. “Too much.” You huff out loudly. Lo’ak rolls his eyes and puckers out his lips. You’re preparing yourself for another round.

later on into the relationship he gets better with pda

he isnt afraid to show that he loves u 🫶🫶

“Is Lo’ak actually holding their hand?” Kiri’s eyes are wide from her shock. She hides her grin with her palm. “No way.” Neteyam is equally as shocked. They watch Lo’ak pull you in for a sweet kiss in horror. “What is that thing Dad said earlier?” Neteyam asked, voice raspy as if someone sucked his voice out. “He finally became a man.” Kiri whispered out. Cringing as she watched you and Lo’ak cuddle with each other. 

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Halsin with a Tav who had a toddler? Like they get back to Baldurs gate or theyve been nursing an egg(for the Gith and Dragonborn Tavs) that’s now hatching.

Pls let him be the dad he’s always wanted to be 🥹

Okay, first off thanks for sending in your request! I hope it’s alright to do this in a mix of headcanons and narrative blurbs because I have too many ideas for this wholesome content. Also, if I interpreted your Ask wrong please let me know and I’ll amend! 

But alright, here we go—let’s give our Big Bear some love and let him be Daddy Halsin because he deserves all the best things. 

*TW: Pregnancy talk, mentions of past trauma, wholesomeness so wholesome it hurts

Halsin will be in shock for a brief moment before going into Daddy Halsin mode. This man has just gone through the most traumatic hundreds of years; in pure survival mode after losing his family, being held prisoner in the Underdark, dealing with the Shadow Curse and all that it has brought upon him—he never once during that time was afforded the opportunity to simply…live. He always focused on doing what was necessary to survive. So now that he finally can let some of his walls down? Now that his lover just told him they have a child? 

He looks at you frozen in disbelief…he never thought he would be able to have his own family. And now you’ve given him one of life’s greatest joys in the mere blink of an eye. His whole world has turned on its axis in the best of ways and he needs a moment to find his feet on the ground again. 

Whether it’s biologically yours or you’ve adopted, it doesn’t matter—he views it all the same. He is in awe, deep gratitude bursting forth for this bounty of nature you’ve provided him with; that you’ve invited him to share.

“My heart…you,” Halsin’s voice breaks, “Why did you not tell me before?” the question falls past his lips with a tremble, but there is no trace of anger or hurt in his tone. Only awe, tinged with a soft skepticism as though this moment will slip through his fingers and he will wake to find it was all a dream. 

You tell him why. Maybe it’s because you were scared he wouldn’t want anything to do with you or your child…maybe you didn’t want to distract him from all that still needed to be accomplished…maybe you didn’t want to add another burden to his already heavily-weighed-down shoulders—whatever it is…

He understands your fears but tells you to put them to rest because nothing—absolutely nothing—could ever deter him from loving and caring for you and your child. He is more than willing to step into the role of a father…if that is what you should wish of course, to share this part of your life with him…

As soon as you give him the affirmative, he is all over you. Wrapping you up in his strong embrace, placing kisses wherever his lips can reach before settling his face against your neck and inhaling deeply. Your scent calms him, and he needs it to ground himself after the revelation that he finally—finally—has the one thing he thought he’d never have again…a family. He is a dad. 

He’s a dad! 

His deep laughter echoes through the air. He’s overjoyed, a little scared maybe too, but his unbridled joy is contagious and you find yourself tearfully laughing along with him. 

With your invitation, he quickly stepped into full dad mode, and wants to unleash all the doting upon you and your child that he possibly can. 

If the baby has not been born/hatched yet; he’s all about using his skilled hands to melt the tension from your feet and calves and anywhere else you might be tense from carrying the weight of another; letting his healing magic wash over you when your head is pounding and stomach is churning from the extra hormones; making sure you have proper nutritional meals to keep your stamina up…his healer capabilities really kick into high gear here.

If your little one is already in the world, they immediately take to Halsin like a moth to light. And he takes to fatherhood just as easily. It is a precious and priceless thing to watch the two of them bond so quickly. You knew he would take to it naturally, having all the qualities of a loving and supportive father. He was always a wonderful listener, he was just as good of a teacher, and he still held so much wonder and love for the world even after all his years. His zest for life was contagious and played right into the natural curiosities of a child. 

Beneath all of the stoic wisdom is a man who loves to play. Loves to experience everything life has to offer. And it shows when they decide to have storytime before bed…or any other time your little one asks for stories. Which is a lot of the time because Halsin is rather good at it. He could be a bard if he wanted. But all he wants is to see the expressions of wonder on your child’s face, the shrieks of laughter and gasps of surprise filling his ears as he twists and turns the stories, acting them out with grand gestures and motions. 

Sometimes storytelling evolves into playing “Adventurers”—or so that’s what the two of them call this game anyway…you call it pure chaos, but you don’t mind one bit. Not as your little one rides on the back of a giant wildshaped bear through the forest, roars and laughter tickling your ears. You join in at times, and it usually ends in one big giant cuddle pile as morning turns into afternoon and sleepy little eyes close for a short nap. It’s at times like these his heart threatens to burst, and you can see it in his eyes—feel it in the way his fingers trace your jawline and move softly, reverently into your hair…soon you’re drifting off in the peacefulness of it all too. Halsin just lays there holding the two of you in his arms, listening to your soft inhales and exhales. In the slow moments is when he really feels it hit him. How contented he is. 

They’ll go on walks around the forest together, sometimes stop to examine a plant or a flower, your child asking Halsin 123812378 questions about everything they come across, and he answers every one of those questions with the utmost of patience. He genuinely loves to share his knowledge with young and curious minds. You can tell by the way his eyes light up, and how his voice excitedly carries across the meadow as he explains things like how flowers grow from the ground with the help of the sun and water and air. 

He even asks some questions of his own to get your child thinking and talking, and also just to be silly and play: “what kind of animal would you be?” ~ “what is your favorite thing to eat?” ~ “do you think cats can have fins?” ~ “what is your favorite thing to do with mommy and daddy?” 

When your child is sad or upset, he is there guiding them through their big feelings. Oak Father knows, Halsin has had his fair share of coping with tough emotions through his years. Even with all the practice he’s had though he still gets overwhelmed at times. Children need help getting through these sorts of big feelings, not to be admonished or chastised for feeling something natural. Of course while he usually spends time wildshaped when he needs to think, he knows that might not work for a child, and there are certainly other solutions. Like physical connection—hugs, and holding a safe space for your little one to feel. Maybe they need help labeling what they’re feeling, and Halsin is right there ever-observant and gentle with his words, “I see that you fell, does it hurt anywhere? Were you scared when you fell from the tree?” Your child responds tearfully, “it was scary,” so then after a quick scan Halsin knows he doesn’t need to mend any broken bones. He just needs to hold them and tell them it’s okay to be scared and to cry, and that they are very brave for doing so. 

It’s moments like this that you find your heart swell with fondness so vast it nearly hurts. Because you know how capable of ferocity he is, how much strength and fortitude he has shown in battles past…that seeing him like this, so patient and supportive, so loving and gentle…you know he has finally been able to take the armor off both literally and figuratively.

He walks lighter, laughs louder, plays harder. His love knows no bounds, and he makes sure the two of you know it with every breath he takes. With every scratch he mends. With every toy he whittles. With every blanket he tucks in and every kiss he lays atop a sleepy little head. With every word and kiss and hug…he embraces this simpler but no less meaningful side of life with arms opened wide.  

One day, after a very important and engaging conversation about “daddy, where do babies come from?” your little one asks him another question. “Daddy, can you and mommy make a baby?” His eyes lift to find yours, a heat there so smoldering you swear you could feel it sweep over your skin in a dizzying rush. “Little One,” he starts, tearing his gaze from you to look down softly at your child, “would you like that—a brother or sister to play with?” Their little eyes light up and they shout “yesyesyes!” 

Halsin’s smile lines deepen as he laughs loudly. “You will just have to wait and see my little heart, all will be as nature intends.” He knows that is a conversation to have with you in a more private setting. Though he’s pretty sure he can tell by the speed of your breathing, the flush of your face, and the warmth in your gaze that you are no doubt feeling the same sentiment he is in that moment.

Adding to your little family might happen sooner rather than later…and he definitely would not say no to having more little ones running around.

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Could you do a fic with 💘 realizing love with Vegeta on Namek with the 'enemies to I took care of you while injured to lovers' prompt? And have it be Vegeta who takes care of the reader and SFW? Please?

Vegeta | lovestruck

Anonymous asked: Hey! This is the Vegeta and injured reader on Namek anon, I forgot to add that I want the reader to be a normal human like Bulma and not a fighter, sorry! Thank you again! content: ( namek au, injured!human reader, established enemies/frenemies, wound patching, flirting, developing feelings ) warning: ( implied head injury, mentions of blood, reference needle / medical shot, referenced canon typical violence, referenced character deaths )

I just want to start a flame in your heart. - "I Just Want To Be The One You Love"

Gohan and Krillin had gone back and forth with the saiyan prince on who went into the healing tank first, Goku or you. Between the two of you, Goku had the most damage following the encounter with Ginyu, but yours were nothing to take lightly. You were human and by no means one able to manipulate ki like Krillin and the others, no treatment at all could be a slow and painful healing process even with the advanced alien medical supplies at hand. But Vegeta argued that Goku being the most useful should be the one to go first lest Frieza finally decides to return to catch you all short-handed and raise hell for all of you.

As you were slumped against the wall trying to stay on your feet, you finally spoke up. "N-No." Weighing the options before you, if you all wanted the chance to return home alive, then there was some truth in Vegeta's words. The tank was going to take longer to heal anyone, so Goku should be the one to heal up faster, as much as he can. "We'll need Goku, please let him heal in the tank. It's fine." Krillin seemed to hesitate but agreed, defeated with the stakes at hand. Goku was set up in the tank and the others were fitted in the battle armor provided by Vegeta for better protection against what remained. Krillin mentioned the elder namekian who surfaced their hidden power and suggested that he may be able to heal you as well. Though you were too weak to be moved and there was no guarantee that was an ability he had. Even being out in the open like that was risky with Frieza about. Krillin set out alone to check while Gohan went to stand guard, leaving you alone with your regrettably accepted ally and a healing Goku.

You managed to salvage what medical supplies you could and tried to balm and bandage yourself. Easing yourself into the only chair you started work on patching your swollen ankle. It burned like something was broken and hoped it looked worse than it actually was. No thanks to the stray energy blast you couldn't escape fast enough from. When you leaned over to inspect it, it felt like your eyes had crossed and the room spun in the opposite direction prompting you to sit back up, gathering your face in your hands with a soft whimper. You're not built for taking this kind of damage, it was a miracle for you to still be conscious after such an impact. Waiting for the ringing in your ears to subside, you took a deep breath and changed course, starting with your arm when the pair of white boots appeared in front of you.

You look to acknowledge the Saiyan Prince, seeing his mouth move and the words muffled in your ears as your head started to tilt over. He catches your head in both his hands making you look directly at him. It was hard for your eyes to stay focused on him, but you catch the wrinkle in his brow grow. Vegeta grumbles a few annoyed words to himself, pushing your chair closer to the wall so he could prop your head against it. Carefully guiding your head, he checks both your ears for signs of bleeding and then your nose. Lucky for you there was none, but he picked up on your dazed state watching you try to mend yourself and found the display pitiable. Second, of course, to his fellow saiyan currently in the recovery tank behind him.

"You earthlings have no idea what you've wandered into." Vegeta muttered contemptuously. What an earth woman of your power level was doing on the battlefield was the least of his concerns, but it had to be pointed out how stupid that was. Not that you caught his initial comment about your injuries to consciously respond. You and your fellows couldn't have picked a better time to come to this planet, he could do away with all his trifles in one place as soon as he gets his wish on the dragon balls. But unfortunately, he would have to rely on you all in one way or another until then.

You drifted in and out as Vegeta took over your patch-up, sharply snapping his gloved fingers in your face or, more harshly, pressing on painful spots to keep you alert so he knows you're not dying on him. Were you able to retreat from him you would. Despite what help he has been so far, it didn't compare to the damage he and his ally caused back on Earth and you're sure here on Namek too. But such thoughts carried a petty weight and it wouldn't save any of you now. Even for someone like him to take the time to help keep you alive, you managed to hold onto your consciousness a little longer. Annoyed, but alive to have that luxury.

"Thank you." You murmured genuinely through your daze, Vegeta lifting his eyes from his working hands to meet your gaze for only a moment. He sneered in response as he continued to work.

"I wouldn't thank me just yet, you know. This could be a complete waste of my time if your friends don't show up soon." He hints with a callous tone, a hard demeanor to maintain with such careful hands, and the white tips of his gloves smeared with blood from cleaning your wounds. But he is his nature, expecting a modest response to your gratitude was asking for much and you both knew you didn't have the energy to remark in kind. Doing this would also spare him the headache of the others fussing over your dead body if he just lets you die.

"For someone who worked for this Frieza person, you're a lot better than the others."

"Oh really, and what's that supposed to mean?"

What did you mean? Given the circumstances, Vegeta was more palatable than the rest of Frieza's henchmen you've encountered, for sure. The lesser of two evils, and all that. But maybe "better" was not the word you intended. Considering you've only known of his actions on Earth compared to his unprompted decision to help you was a little jarring, he was not what you expected. Your thoughts were all over your mind about it and body filled with too much pain to care about it too much. You give a weak shrug. "I guess... I dunno..." You want to fall asleep so badly. A tight pull on your bandages makes you wince, The Saiyan Prince chuckling to himself.

The last one to patch was up your sleeve, a wound the fabric wouldn't allow him to get to simply pushing it back. Moving through his efforts, Vegeta reached for the zipper of your flight suit and started to pull it down without a thought. Only when the sight of your revealed cleavage meets his gaze that he realizes what he's done and quickly zips you back up. You reopen your eyes and turn your gaze toward him, even your delayed reaction caught the sight of his wide eyes and flushing cheeks before he turned away from you.

Oh. So even the high and mighty Prince of Saiyans wasn't immune to an immodest moment. Honestly, if he had perverted intentions you wouldn't have noticed any in your state but a reaction that big couldn't be anything less of an innocent mistake. Still, to fluster the ruthless Vegeta with just the sight of your breasts hugged in your bra? It put a smile on your face, a soft giggle from behind your lips as you turn away with a light shade of flush in your own cheeks.

"W-What's so funny? I am patching your wounds, is all!" Vegeta quickly refutes any uncouth intent your mind may have conjured about him. His cheeks still glowing, but his scowl was certainly more feral. "Don't go implying any indecent behaviors from me or I'll leave you to struggle on your own, woman!"

"...(Y/n)." You corrected after laughing a little longer.

"What?"

"My name is (Y/n). Vegeta." He only grumped in response. You slightly adjust your posture and reach to undo your own zipper, Vegeta cautiously averting his gaze as you pulled it down just above your cleavage. The smothered sound of bubbles coming from the recovery tank reminds you that you are not alone, reeling in the temptation to fluster the Prince again. You were careful to remove your arm from your suit, then sunk back into your relaxed position.

"Did... Frieza tell you to come and kill our friends so he can have the dragon balls?" Your thoughts filtered out of your mouth without realizing it. Too late to take it back.

To your surprise, your freed arm is lifted back into his hands and you get a concise answer, "No."

"Oh...Then w-why you want'em?" You dared to ask feeling the frail hold on consciousness starts to slip away again. The cold touch of cleaning solution against your skin stops and Vegeta abruptly snatches his hands back.

"What's it to you?" He challenged. "I get my wish for immortality and the likes of you and even Frieza won't matter anymore. We're not going to be allies forever."

"Hmm...But you saw my boobs.." Thinking out loud again.

"I-!" Vegeta's face reddened in a mix of embarrassment and his own hot temper. He growled, then huffed weighing out his options. If he kills you now he loses all hope of getting his wish before Frieza. Instead, he stands up with a clenched fist and starts to pace back and forth. Your eyes follow him as much as you could before you were drifting off again. Vegeta lets you this time, restoring peace to himself. He stops in front of Goku's healing tank who appeared to be resting as well.

I'm taking back my birthright, Vegeta reflected. His destiny, so close to becoming tangible in his hands.

With another huff, somewhat calmer, Vegeta turns back to you. He approaches and flicks your nose to wake you back up. You blink a few times, vision struggling to focus on the Saiyan Prince and his familiar frown.

"What a pest. Don't go dying before your bald friend and the kid return." He warned, swiping up a needled syringe from the salvaged supplies and a small vile for pain management he found in his pacing.

"It's okay, Vege'... I won' leave you... If you're afraid..." You answered wearily, cracking a small smile. "Goku'll...save us when he arrives here." Vegeta rolls his eyes and filled the syringe with the liquid, promptly sticking it in your arm to give you a dose for your pain. A brief discomfort that like his bedside manners managed to recall your lucidity. Your other hand gently squeezed his wrist after he removed the needle, eyes seeming to wander before rolling into the back of your head as the nagging pains already started to dim. You let out a content moan, fingers slipping away from him as he moved to cast away the needle. He's really not so bad.

"Hey, I-If you're really...on our side for now...don't get my friends killed."

The Prince scoffed in response. A look of worry rose in your visage. You tilted your head in his direction. "Please... don't kill my friends."

You begged him, mercy asked of him before and denied for the thrill of slaughter. What made this any different when his destiny was on the line—What is one human's plea compared to the Namekians he took care of without hesitation or all those before who dropped dead at his feet? Your eyes softened on him, even heavy from exhaustion there was a twinkle in them that didn't go unnoticed. Drawing his focus into your gaze. "Please.."

Vegeta was unresponsive, staring over you from the gentle quiver of your pouted lips back up to your eyes. An anxious sensation ran through his chest, emptied it of its wholeness, and filled it with a bump of his heart warming the cage around it. Your hand reached for him again and his eyes appeared to widen as he impulsively withdrew from your reach, sneered at himself for doing so, and sharply turned away to hide his face from your eyes. He can't say why he retreated like that but somehow felt ridiculous for his unusual jumpiness.

"Stupid woman. They'll live as long as I need them to. You can imagine what happens after that." You blink slowly watching his backside, then close your eyes as the healing tank machinery and its bubbles filled the silence. A content hum vibrates behind your returned smile.

"You can buy me dinner."

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Healing Herbs

〚 Day 17 - Magical Remedy/Healing Potion〛

〚 Pairing - WandaNat 〛

〚 Summary - Wanda uses her magic to make some tea for her girlfriend 〛

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The soft glow of evening sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm hue over the cosy living room. Wanda Maximoff sat on the couch; her attention only somewhat focused on a book in her lap. She could hear the faint sound of sneezing followed by an annoyed grown and the rustle of tissues coming from the bedroom down the hall, a sound that had been echoing through their shared apartment all day. 

Wanda sighed and closed her book, setting it aside. She couldn't concentrate on reading it anyway. Not when she knew her girlfriend was feeling miserable in the other room. Nat had caught some sort of bug, and as much as she was trying to hide it, Wanda could tell it was taking a toll on her. 

But she had an idea to help. Wanda got up and headed into the kitchen. She was known for her magical prowess of course, and she intended to put her abilities to good use. She opened the pantry and gathered a selection of herbs, honey, and other ingredients, then began to brew a special tea. One that should provide some comfort to her miserable partner. 

Wanda hummed to herself as she worked her magic, the scent of the steamy concoction wafting into the air, filling the apartment with a comforting aroma of herbs. Wanda knew she was on the right track. Her magic was at its best when she was motivated by love and a desire to help those she cared about. 

Before long it was done. Once the tea was ready, she poured it into a mug and carried it down the hallway to the bedroom. She pushed open the door and found Nat curled up in a nest of blankets, looking both adorable and pitiful at the same time. 

Natasha sniffled and looked up as Wanda entered the room. "Hey," she rasped, her voice scratchy from all the coughing she’d been failing at muffling throughout the day, “Sorry, was I being too loud.” 

Wanda smiled sympathetically and approached the bed, sitting down on the edge of the mattress beside her girlfriend, "Hey, love. Not at all, don’t worry,  I just came to bring you something." 

Natasha's eyes brightened a little as she noticed the steaming mug in Wanda's hand, sitting up she asked curiously "Is that for me?" 

“Mhm.” Wanda nodded and handed the mug to Nat. "It's a special blend I made just for you. It should help you feel a little better, it’ll let you finally sleep too. I can tell you’re tired.” She pressed a soft kiss to the redheads’ cheek. 

Nat smiled to herself before taking a cautious sip. The effects were immediate, and she could feel the soothing effects of the tea settling it. She let out a contented sigh and nestled further into her blankets. "Thank you Wands’." 

"You're welcome," Wanda soothed gently, "I really hate seeing you like this. Is there anything else I can do for you?" 

Natasha reached out and took Wanda's hand, giving it a weak but appreciative squeeze. "You’ve already done enough.” 

Wanda smiled and used her magic to gently stroke Natasha's hair, soothing her further. The magic tea began to work its sleepy magic, and Nat's eyelids began to grow heavy. 

"Rest, my love," Wanda whispered, her eyes glowing with a soft, comforting light. "I'll be right here." 

With a final sigh, the widow closed her eyes, a small smile on her lips, as she drifted off to sleep. Wanda continued to sit by her side, her magic keeping a protective watch over her beloved girlfriend. In that moment, she knew that love and magic were the most powerful healers of all. 

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