#yoongi x black reader

[jiminscockr1ng]

✩｡°𝄞🚨D-TOWN BABY 𝄞✨°｡✩

╝ •part one | part two ╔

╰₊𓂂➢ pairing: gang affiliated!yoongi x fem!reader

╰₊𓂂➢ genre: hood au, bother’s best friend au, smut, angst

╰₊𓂂➢ warn!ngs: use of the n-word, aave, [mentions of drugs, drug dealing, death, smoking and drinking], negligence due to use of drugs (reader’s mother), reader is heavily black coded, cat-calling, riding, oral (reader receiving), swallowing semen. (let me know if there’s more please!)

╰₊𓂂➢ summary: yoongi is apart of a gang called d-town, the gang your brother just so happens to be apart of.

╰₊𓂂➢ word count: 5,625 words

╰₊𓂂➢ author’s note: the inspiration came from me shouting “D-TOWN NIGGA!” at my sister while watching the Daechwita music video. lmao, i hope y’all enjoy it.

The headlights of your black honda civic shines on the group of men huddled together on the steps of the project building.

Smoking, drinking, talking and laughing loud as hell, and hitting licks.

You huff while turning your car off. Stepping out, your long, fern green skirt flows with the wind. Cleavage hanging out of your bohemian patterned shirt. As you approach the ran down project building you can hear the men on the stairs whistling at you.

You roll your eyes at the gang members who are shouting and cat-calling loud as hell— the whole block could hear.

“Damn Ma, can I get a 360?!” One of them call out. Before you could even flip him off, two familiar voices chime in.

“Chill, nigga.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

They say at the same time. The two voices could easily be distinguished as Trey (your brother) and Yoongi (your brother’s best friend).

Or their street names: Tre D and Agust D. The ‘D’ standing for D-Town. To which you find corny as hell because you all literally live downtown. All these corny ass niggas’ names end with D.

Once you’re right in front of the group of men your brother nods his head at you. That’s just him acknowledging your existence. The two of you have a complicated relationship. It’s only complicated because you don’t like his lifestyle (respectfully) but he won’t stop gang banging.

Nonetheless, you’d still take a bullet for that man. Vice versa.

“Yo, _______.” Yoongi speaks. From the looks of it, you can already tell he’s about to say some stupid shit. He has that sorry ass smirk on his face and keeps glancing around at his little posse. Leaning your weight on to one leg, you simply arch your brow at him.

“You gon’ let me tuck you in?” Your stoic expression remains the same. A few giggles are heard and your brother shakes his head. Trey is more than used to Yoongi making advances at you— he’s been fiend out for damn there 8 years.

Yoongi looks you up and down, adjusting his duffel bag on his shoulder. You smack your teeth and harshly brush past the men blocking your way up the stairs. Prior to entering the building you yell back at the long haired, pale man.

“Tuck your dick!”

SLAM! You slam the door shut, you can hear the distant instigating behind the door as you walk up the stairs to the shared apartment. Mumbling curse words on your way up.

Yoongi’s smirk never leaves, despite the instigation his crew nagged on about. He likes that shit. He loves it. Your hot temper and all of it. He knows that if he wanted to he could shut you right up. But you being mad at him kind of turns him on… so he’ll let you have it.

You’d prefer a nice and quiet, empty pathway to your home when you get off from work. You go through enough stress as it is. Another headache is exactly not what you needed.

Stepping foot into the dark apartment, you set your purse down and walk to your room, ready to get in the shower after a long day. The apartment is fairly big compared to the other units. More than enough space for you and your brother. Although, for the past year it’s really just been you occupying the space.

Trey is never home. He’s out and about being Tre D. He stopped coming home about a little over a year ago. It’s just gang related activities after the other, selling drugs, hanging out with D-Town and fucking random girls. Repeat.

It’s reasonable that you gave up on trying to stop him. He’s a grown man now and you can’t sit around all day to inspect your little brother’s everyday life to make sure he’s doing ‘the right thing’. He’s only 2 years younger than you but you always acted as a mother figure. Taking over that role after your mother got sprung out on crack and left you both.

Working your ass off everyday, feeding him and yourself, trying to make sure he’s doing well in school— all a waste of time. Now look. He’s outside of your shared apartment, probably not even going to come up stairs and is making way more money than you.

You regret the day he met those guys. And you regret even more when he dragged Yoongi along with him.

The thought of Yoongi makes you sigh. You pick up your towel to get in the shower, blasting Lauryn Hill as you lather your brown skin with smell-good soap. You manage to decompress in the shower. Tracking wet footprints to your bedroom as you approach the window, you look outside to see if they’re still there.

Yes. Yes they are. Your brother seems to be leaving and you can’t help but notice someone is missing from the gang.

And almost on queue— as if the devil himself set it up… you hear the front door opening. Letting out a groan, you go and peak out of your bedroom door.

“No need to hide, babygirl. Come on out.” Yoongi calls.

You roll your eyes before slamming your door. But like you figured, the door opens right back up and in comes Yoongi. He silently stands in front of the door after he closes it behind him, observing your figure that is semi-hidden behind the white towel you have on. Yoongi already has a little stiffy just by looking at you.

“Stop calling me babygirl you freak, I’m older than you.” You say, responding to the comment he made. He chuckles, walking over to sit on your bed while you apply lotion on your legs. He drops his duffel bag on the ground next to him.

“Yeah, by like a few months.” Looking down at him, you noticed that he’s man spreading, leaning on his arms that are propped up behind him on the bed. Refraining from gulping, you look away.

You don’t respond to him. Instead, you continue on with your nightly routine, pretending that the fine man is not sitting on your bed ready to pounce on you the second you say go. You can hear shuffling behind you as you fix your locs, putting them in the ponytail.

“_______, I got you something.” He says and you reluctantly turn around. This man really doesn’t learn or care to catch a hint. In his hand is a book. A book that you’ve been searching for everywhere and is sold out.

“How…” is all you can mutter out. Out of all of Yoongi’s highly prestigious and unusual gifts he attempts to give you, this has got to be the best one yet. Best, because you actually wanted it. Not that that Birkin Bag was easy to donate— that was a struggle.

“Uh— I saw you were looking for this shit everywhere on your spam.” You furrow your eyebrows.

“Why the hell are you on my spam page?!”

“So I had drove damn there 2 fucking hours to get this shit.” He says, ignoring the previous question.

You love it. You want to snatch the book out of his long slender fingers, throw your bonnet on and start reading immediately. But—

“I can’t take that Yoongi.” The sentence isn’t something that he hasn’t heard before. You tell him every single time he comes up to your apartment trying to hand you something he bought for you. You never take shit from him and if you do, it gets donated almost immediately.

He scoffs. Honestly looking a little pissed off— fed up to be exact. “What do you mean you can’t take it? Didn’t you hear me, _______?” He stands up, book still in hand. “I drove 2 hours for a fucking book!” He exclaims.

It’s not like you’re meaning to be a bitch. You’d just rather not take anything that was bought with drug money. Even the book you’ve been dying to read for months.

“Listen Yoongi—”

“Agust D.” He corrects.

“I’m not calling you that shit!” A smile cracks onto his face. Just a small one. Because, as mentioned before, he loves that shit. But he’s still fed up.

“I can’t take that. It’ll be donated just like the other gifts you attempt to bribe me with.” You say and he sets the book on the bed, stepping closer to you. “I’m not bribing you _______. I just wanna spoil you, just let me do that.”

“No! I don’t want anything you or my brother buy with your fucking D-Town money. You can keep all of that shit!” You roar while waving your arms around. He sighs, running his fingers through his long black hair, letting it fall back in place. “Money is money, _______.”

“I’m not doing this with you, Yoongi.” Arguing with him back and forth is like arguing with a wall. You two could go on and on about the lifestyle he and Trey are choosing to live.

Yoongi walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You don’t pull away. Despite how stubborn you are, you’d never deny Yoongi’s touch whenever you feel him. It’s instant stress relief.

“I’m trying, _______.” He calmly says in your ear. The disembodied voice— so husky yet smooth. It sends shivers down your back and all of the hair on your arms stand tall.

“Try harder then.”

“Why are you like this?” You scrunch your face up. “Like what?!” You can feel him shrug his shoulders behind you.

“Like… stubborn and petty.” Offended, you scoff.

“Stubborn and petty like your mama?” It was a quick little insult— a joke! Everyone says it. Plus, you had to think of a come back quick or else you know Yoongi would’ve known that you knew what he said was partially accurate. But when you feel the tight hold Yoongi had around your waist loosen… you knew you fucked up.

“You know my moms’ is dead.” You immediately twist your body around to face him, your towel nearly unraveling. You quickly catch it. “Omg, I did not mean it like that, for real. I was just saying shit!” You ramble on and on about how you don’t think before speaking and how sorry you are.

Then he laughs. Like actually laugh. Not a corny little smirk or the low chuckle he does when he’s around his boys— not even a light smile. He gave you his infamous, gummy smile, shoulder bouncing laugh. He even threw his head back for a second.

You really couldn’t help but smile. You missed that laugh. Having been reunited with it after so long makes you forget everything said and done. Because that’s the Yoongi you know, the Yoongi you grew up with, the Yoongi you loved. You smile at the taller man still looking at you with that cute gummy smile even after the laughter died down.

“Stop apologizing _______, I was just fucking with you.” You scoff but the smile never fades, even when you playfully punch his shoulder. “That’s not funny!” He nods his head in agreement as if he wasn’t just literally laughing his ass off.

“It was just funny seeing you speak like that. First time in mad long you didn’t have that stick that you love so much up your ass.” Looking up at him, you can’t even be mad at what he just said. Not when all the old feelings were suddenly rushing back in. The ones you fought off years ago.

“Yeah,” you switch your focus onto the ground. “It was nice seeing you laugh like that.” His fingers lightly grip your chin to lift your head back up to look him in the eyes. Your heart is doing backflips but in your head there are a million different alarms going off, screaming ‘abort!’.

“You always make me laugh. Whether I’m laughing around you or at home in my bed, laughing about something that you said. You make me…” He trails off making you furrow your eyebrows a bit.

“Make you what?” He sighs, scratching the back of his head, looking out of the window. You shove his shoulder to get his attention again. “Make you what?!” He looks down at his shoes as if the answer was written on them. They weren’t. You checked.

“You make me… hmmph.” He mumbles and you slap your hands on your naked thighs in frustration. You grip his face in your whole hand to get him to stop looking around the room helplessly, like a mother trying to force feed their child.

“What!” You scream.

“Happy!” He reciprocates the volume, eyes going wide when he finally lets the shit flow free. Your hand slowly drops from his face. “Damn— satisfied?” He sassily asks, rolling his eyes. Too in shock to even say anything, you just stand there with your eyebrows high, looking like a dumbass.

“_______,” he starts, earning you attention. So many thoughts sprint through your mind as you stare up into his sharp brown eyes. It’s really hard to believe that after everything, he still found happiness in you. You can’t recall the last time you felt happy in Yoongi’s presence. The man that you once loved. You and Yoongi never dated, never slept together, never really announced any feelings for each other either. The relationship the two of you had was unspoken. You knew the love was there— he did too, and that was enough.

“I need you to know, that I want you.” He says seriously. Your heart drops at the words. No.

No, not now. Why now?

“I want us, _______.” You could melt underneath his gaze. You feel yourself slowly folding. Ready to submit and give into him— give into your heart that’s been begging to be his for 7 years now. “Tell me you want this too.”

Yes, tell him you want this. Want all of him. Because you do… but you can’t. It’s not the same. This is not the same as it was 7 years ago. Yoongi isn’t the same. You can’t do it.

“I can’t— I don’t… want this.” You try to stand strong but you’re weak. Yoongi always did that to you. “You don’t or you can’t— which one is it?” He says, already knowing the answer. He needs to hear it from you though. You sigh, closing your eyes. “Yoongi—”

“No _______ tell me right now why you can’t just let us be happy?” Yoongi’s frustration is valid. But so is yours. You try to walk away from him, to get away, like those alarms that kept going off in your head a few minutes ago told you to do. But Yoongi isn’t having it. He already laid his heart out there, he just wanted you to take it— for it to be yours. So he grabs your arm. “Don’t walk away from me.” You yank your arm back immediately.

“I fucking can’t Yoongi! You want me to stand here, laugh, ‘kee-kee’ in your face. Tell you I want you and that I want this just for you to go back to the streets the next second someone calls you.” You’re out of breath from all of the screaming, no doubt the neighbors were gonna report. But you aren’t done.

“D-Town tells you to jump, you ask how high. I ask you to get your life together, to get off of the streets and I’m left with the same answer. I’m not gonna be one of those bitches that hold you down when you decide to get into some dumb shit and I’m damn sure not gonna be the person people have to get in touch with because their fucking boyfriend died doing some fuck shit.” The undertone of your face is red and your hands are shaking. “It’s bad enough my brother is in to deep. I’m not trying to have to worry about someone else.”

Yoongi’s tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he takes in everything you said. You’ve never been this vulnerable. With anyone. You’ve never said any of this to anyone but you don’t want to keep having the same interactions over and over with him.

“I understand.” Is all he says. And it’s all he has to say. You know he’s not gonna quit the streets until the streets quit him. After all, that’s how it works. But he really did understand and if that’s how you feel he won’t push it.

“Can I just lay with you?” Before you can even protest he raises his hands to clarify. “Just for tonight. Can you please… just do this for me? Let me lay with you.” You sigh, over analyzing the possibility. In the end you conclude it was fine. So you grab your pajamas and change in the bathroom. When you come back in, Yoongi is already laying in the bed. Shirtless and wearing nothing else but the pair of basketball shorts he had in his bag. The book resting on your nightstand.

Your pajamas includes a sage green tank top and a beige pair of cotton shorts. You lie next to him in your bed after cutting the lights off. His body instantly cuddles into yours.

“Yoongi,” you call out. “Your head is on my boobs.” He chuckles into the pair before raising his head to look at you. “You used to always let me lay on your boobs. They’re comfortable.” He says with a faint pout, poking your plushy boobs with his finger, making you flinch.

“Yoo— will you stop poking me!” You say frustratedly. “It tickles.” Yoongi perks up at that. “It tickles, huh?” He sings, continuing to poke you. His fingers pokes at your chest, your sides, your neck. You try to fight him off but your laughter is making you weak. “Stu— stop!” You cry out and he just giggles at your plea. It’s really over once he hovers his body over yours, locking yours in place underneath him.

Your face hurts from laughing so hard, can’t even manage to fight it anymore. The poking eventually stops but the soft giggles and toothy smile on your face doesn’t falter. Yoongi’s eyes sparkle as they bore into yours. He carefully places his hand on your cheek, thumb caressing your lifted cheekbone.

“You’re so pretty, _______.” He observes your features from above and his heart pounds against his chest. The pace aligned with yours. “Sometimes,” he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. “I forget just how pretty you are. So I come to bother you— just to see you. But when I have you this close… you make me want to leave everything else behind just so I can be with you.”

That’s all you really wanted. For Yoongi to leave all the bullshit alone. Maybe then you two could work.

But you know that all of this is just pillow talk. Yoongi would never do that. Not for you. Not for anyone. “Don’t say things you don’t mean, Yoongi.” You speak mellowly. He lifts his head out of your neck to look at you again. “I can’t tell you how I feel now?” You roll your eyes. “You can but don’t sit here and lead me on to believing in a lie.”

He doesn’t respond. You feel his lips on your cheek. Eyes widening, you look at him in confusion. “What are you—”

“I’m not lying to you, _______.” He kisses your forehead. “Even with everything that happened, no matter what you say to me— I never told you a lie and I don’t plan to.” He leans in to give you another kiss but pauses. His face just an inch away. Your breath hitches at the close proximity, growing nervous when his eyes focus on your lips.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers softly against your lips. Your mind isn’t working. There’s no alarms blaring, no weird gut feeling, just you. Underneath him. Without much thought, you mutter a breathy “yes.”

He leans in, his lips molding perfectly with yours. It’s soft and passionate and you’re worried that you just might have a heart attack the way your heart is pacing. Your fingers travel their way through his long strands of hair as you happily taste the minty flavor of his mouth— covering up the taste of cigarettes. When he pulls away to catch his breath, you immediately pull him back down. Now that you got a taste of him, you don’t want to let it go.

The kiss starts getting heated when Yoongi rolls off of you and pulls you on top of him. His hands roam the surface of your back, letting them slip under your tank top. You bite on his bottom lip once you pull away, letting your soft brown hands travel up his abdomen to his solid chest. Your back arches as you leave open mouth kisses against his chest. He takes the opportunity to cup your ass into his hands, occasionally squeezing the fleshy rump.

You slightly shift your hips up against him to lift up. “Fuck,” Yoongi lets out a shaky breath. “Don’t move like that.” You furrow your brows in confusion but you quickly understand when you feel something poking your thigh. In shock, you shift again. A low groan leaves Yoongi’s mouth and he places his hands on both sides of your waist.

You watch as his eyes squeeze shut, the action and the sound he let slip gave you that tingling feeling in your stomach, that familiar sensation fluttering in between your legs. You do it again. Wanting to hear that sound from him again.

“Seriously, you don’t want this to go further than it already has.” True. You don’t, but you’re a little too lust filled to think straight. And the fact that Yoongi is hard as a rock underneath you has you wet. Grinding your clothed sex onto his bulge.

“Yo, I—”

“Shut up.” You say, placing your hands on his chest to support yourself as you grind against him. The lewd sounds that escape from both of your mouths flood the room. Yoongi’s basketball shorts get bunched up in the process, the repeated action dragging the band down, exposing his boxer briefs underneath.

You lift your hips up to pull the shorts down but Yoongi stops you. He sends you a warning look that reads, ‘don’t do this.’

Regardless, you enthusiastically yank them and his boxer briefs down his thighs, letting his dick stand tall against his lower stomach. “_______, you’re confusing me.” He says while you’re busy scrapping to get the clothing from around his ankles, satisfied when they hit the floor. You turn around, looking down at him once again.

“You’re confused? Hm, I thought you were hard.” Speaking sarcastically, you turn your focus onto Yoongi’s member. You grip his length in your hand, brushing your thumb over his sensitive tip making Yoongi twitch.

“A little bit of both honestly. I mean, mostly hard but— woah woah woah, stop!” Yoongi panics once you put your mouth on his dick. He immediately sits up, his back resting against the head board. “I’m not doing this with you.” He says, to which one of your eyebrows flick up.

“Why not?” You scoff. “You don’t seem to have any problem fucking all these other bitches.” Yoongi lets out an unamused laugh, wiping his hands over his face. “You’re not other bitches. You don’t throw yourself on my dick.”

“I just did!” Technically, you did.

Yoongi scoffs, mumbling something under his breath. “It’s not the same thing. You’re invested in this _______ and you know it.” You turn your head away from him, not wanting to hear the truth. “I don’t need you to have another reason to hate me.” Rolling your eyes—

“I don’t hate you.”

“You’re just saying that.” You shake your head, scooting closer to him. “I’m not. I don’t hate you, Yoongi.” You repeat, your fingers go to his hair and you focus on the way his dark hair fall on your skin before looking at him again. “And right now… I’m horny, so.” You sit in front of him, anticipating his response.

“Okay.” He shrugs.

“Okay, what?” He grabs your waist gently, pulling you closer to him. Your lips lock onto his again and this time, the pace quickens. Yoongi’s hands reach for your tank top to pull it over your chest, you lift your arms as he pulls it off, slinging it across the room. Like clockwork, you drag your shorts down as well, tossing them in the corner without a care in the world.

Yoongi’s hands roam all over your body. Taking in the feel of your body being close to his. He retracts from the kiss to drool over your body. His pale hands over your brown skin, the only source of light coming from the window. “What do you want me to do, _______?” He asks, palming your breast in both hands. You bite your lip as you look down at him touching you.

“Can I ride you?” You ask in a whisper and you could’ve swore you felt Yoongi’s dick twitch on your thigh right after the words fell off your tongue. He felt like doing a backflip. An ability he doesn’t have but that’s how you make him feel. It’s just like you to want to ride him— it being your first time even having sex with each other.

“Fuck yes.” You let out a giggle at Yoongi’s expression before leaning over to open the top drawer of your nightstand. His eyes travel with your every movement. “What are you doing?”

“Grabbing a condom.” You popped out. He purses his lips at that. “Guess I’m not the only one you’ve been wrestling in the sheets with.” Looking back at the man with the condom in your hand, the jealous look on his face makes you want to run over to your phone to take a picture. Instead you laugh.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You say, ripping open the packet. “I bought them because they’re a necessity. I’m not fucking anyone— but i’m glad I did buy them.” Yoongi raises an eyebrow in curiosity. “I’d rather not have the neighborhood’s dick in me raw.”

It’s almost comedic the way his jaw drop. “Neighborhood’s dick is cuh-razy!” Slipping the condom on his length, you let out a giggle. Once you’ve got it on all the way you grip his shoulders, lifting your cunt over it. “It’s okay,” you jokingly reassure. “I’ll make sure to give you a good rating.”

“Oh, you got jokes— oh shit.” His demeanor changes once you rub his tip against your wet slit. “Are you—,” He reaches out to drag a finger through your folds. “You’re mad wet.” He states the obvious and when he pulls his finger away, your arousal drags with it. Without a second thought, he lifts his finger to his mouth, sucking on it to taste you. A low moan leaves his mouth. His eyes never leaving yours.

“You ready or did you change your mind?” You shake your head slowly, feeling more aroused than ever. “I’m ready.”

Once again, you maneuver his length through your folds before aligning it at your entrance. You take a deep breath and Yoongi’s hands rub your back. You slowly lower yourself down his length, feeling the pressure of him stretching you out. Your mouth falls agape when his full length is inside of your cunt.

After a few more rounds you get used to it. Yoongi stares at the action of your pussy swallowing his length. Your pussy is so tight around him, he’s afraid he might cum too fast.

He curse in your ear as you begin to ride him faster. “Fuck— you’ve been holding back on me for all these years.” Yoongi moves his hips, helping thrust into you. Your tits jump along with you as you bounce on his cock. So deep, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoes throughout the quiet apartment.

“Ah, Yoongi!” You moan out and Yoongi feels himself growing light headed. “You’re making me go crazy, _______.” He slams into your pussy faster— harder. At this point you weren’t even moving. Yoongi was the one in control of your body.

Especially when he moves you off of him, switching positions to take full control. You lie on your back, abandoned pussy and all. “Yoongi, put it back in.” You beg.

He shushes you before bending down, face in between your legs. His mouth attacks your wet cunt. He flatten his tongue to fully taste your sex. Licking and sucking all of you. His mouth sucks on your clit making you scream out in pleasure while his three fingers abuse your hole. “Yoongi, fuck that feels so good.” He slightly smirks up at you.

“Tell me whose pussy this is.” He says lowly. You could’ve came right then and there just from how sexy he said it. All dominant and territorial. The way he looks— his long dark hair sticking to his face and neck.

“Yuh— oh my god!” You moan out as your legs begin to shake at the overwhelming stimulation of his mouth and fingers.

“Tell me.” He demanded a bit louder.

“Yours Yoongi! It all yours, mm.” His fingers moves faster and you grip the sheets for moral support. “F- Fuck me Yoongi. I want your dick inside me.” It doesn’t take long before he obeys. He lifts up, just before you could orgasm and slides his hard dick inside of you. With Yoongi in control now, the pace is much faster. He lifts one of your legs up, putting it over his shoulder for better access.

Going deeper inside of you, hitting all of the right spots. You pull him down towards your body, your nails digging into his back, creating little crescent moon shaped marks. Chest to chest, Yoongi penetrates your pussy as the two of you share a feverish kiss.

“I’m gonna cum, Yoongi.” You say against his lips, out of breath. He rapidly nods his head. “Cum, mm.” His thrusts slow down, instead he makes sure to go deeper, hitting your spot repeatedly, making your legs shake around him. “Cum for me, _______.”

A few thrusts later and you cream on his dick. He pulls out, slips off the condom and starts stroking his dick. You place your hands over his, moving your mouth towards his tip. When the long drags of warm semen pour out you catch every drop of it. Mouth wide open, tongue out— you swallow his cum. Licking the tip afterwards for good measure.

Yoongi’s heavy breathing fills the room as he collapses on the bed. You get up to throw the used condom out and to collect your pajamas off the floor, walking with a bit of a limp. You toss Yoongi his basketball shorts before cleaning yourself up in the bathroom and changing.

When you come back, you find Yoongi already in his basketball shorts lying on the bed still. “Not gonna dip?” You ask, trying to sound nonchalant. You don’t want him to go but you don’t need him to know that. You were just awfully vulnerable and something similar to regret is already creeping up on you.

“Naw, why would I?” You shrug before laying in bed next to him. Not even being able to position yourself, he makes sure he cuddles into you, your face close as hell to his. “So how was the neighborhood’s dick?” He jokingly asks, laughing after. You lightly punch his chest.

“I’m not finna play with you Yoongi.” Yoongi serves you a feigned pout. “Awe, you regretting it already?” You don’t say anything because you really don’t know if you are. You don’t regret the sex because— fuck that was amazing. Best dick you ever had and you really will give him a good rating. However, the things that were said could’ve stayed unsaid. You shared too much vulnerability and that’s not something you’re comfortable with. The last thing you need is Yoongi to throw any of that shit back up in your face.

“I don’t regret it.” You conclude. His arms wrap around your waist tighter, grabbing one of your legs to wrap it around him. “But it won’t happen again. This was a one time thing.”

“But you swallowed my cum.” He pouts again and for some reason you don’t think it’s feigned this time. So you lightly smack his lips. Too much of a distraction.

“Because I didn’t want to get my covers dirty, you freak.” He dramatically raises his eyebrows. “So now I’m back to being a freak.” You sigh because it seems like he’s purposely not paying attention to what you’re actually trying to say.

“Yoongi.” You say seriously making him nod his head. “Okay, I got it. it was a one time thing.” Despite his display of understanding, you can’t help but hear the underlying disappointment in his voice.

You lay in his arms for hours. Neither of you fall asleep, replaying the previous events in your head. You debate with yourself whether or not you’re being in denial, too petty, stubborn, unreasonable. Whether or not you should give Yoongi a chance. Because right now you feel safe. Right now, everything is okay while your head rests against his beating chest. Right now…

“AGUST D GET YO’ ASS DOWN HERE NIGGA!”

You jump. You and Yoongi both lift up— your face of shock is a bit different from his. He knows what it is and you think you do too. That’s why you’re shook as fuck. The shouting and calling through the window doesn’t stop. And when Yoongi arms unravels from your waist, your heart sinks.

“What is that?” You ask.

And when that same, familiar, sorry ass, corny ass smirk that you hate so damn badly form onto Yoongi’s face… you knew.

“That’s D-TOWN BABY.”

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[panjakes]

This is very self indulgent of me, but I would love to read a fic with Yoongi where y/n is black and has thick tights and thick as* but has small boobs and it’s insecure about that.

Yoongi sat on his bed staring at his long term girlfriend. He was going to take her out tonight for dinner since he had been so busy lately. He watched as she checked herself in the mirror for the 14th time.

“You pretty baby what’s wrong?” Yoongi asks with a raised brow

“The dress is big in the chest area. I might change” she says running her hands over the front of the blue dress again

“So what? It looks fine” yoongi says

“It’s because my tiddies are little” she mumbles causing yoongi to sigh.

“So what? At least your ass is fat” he says leaning over to place a flat hand smack on Yn’s ass. She looks back at him with a glare causing him to chuckle

“Yoongi I’m serious!” She whines

“I am too! We have the conversation all the time.” He says standing up from the bed to stand behind her and look at their reflection in the vanity mirror

“I know but…the dress is ruined now” she says with a pout

Yoongi sighs pulling her into a back hug and kissing her ear

“Babe the dress isn’t ruined I promise. You look really beautiful and I love this dress on you” he says making the girl smile

“Really…and I love your little tiddies” he says allowing his hands up to her chest

“Do you really?” She asks making the man groan

“Yes really. I’m not attracted to your breast Yn. I’m attracted to you as a person” he says turning her around to place multiple kisses on her face

“Thank you baby” she says smiling

“Now let’s go eat, I know you haven’t ate all day” he says patting her hip

“How do you know?” Yn asks fluffing her curls

“There’s no dishes in my sink” he says making the girl frown

“How you know I didn’t wash them?” She asks putting on another layer of gloss

“No dishes in the dish rack” he says

“I hate that your so observant” Yn mumbles grabbing her purse

“Hush and put your shoes on” her says handing her the black strappy heels

“I didn’t pick these” she says taking them from his hand

“I know…I did. Put them on” he says making the girl frown

“Why these?” She asks

“Cause I like your legs in them” he says making her laugh as she sits on the bed. Yoongi takes the shoes back kneeling down to put the shoes on for her

“Oh you like my legs” she says sticking one out for yoongi to catch

“I like a lot of things about you” he says leaning down to place a kiss on her knee

“Well aren’t you sweet?” She asks smiling

“I could be sweeter if we make it to our reservations and eat!” He says

“I’m sorry let’s go!” She says standing from the bed joining hands with yoongi

He looks her over again before smirking

“What?” She asks

“Nothing. You look really good” he says making her giggle

“Thank you” she says as they walk out the door

[sweetestofchaos]

too easy | m.yg

p. yoongi x black fem!reader

g. sugar baby x sugar daddy | established relationship

r. 18+

w. messy oral (m receiving), hair pulling, cursing, gagging, cum eating.

wc. .9k

a/n: happy birthday yoongi! just a quick smuty drabble to send out some good vibes. dividers made by me (and that is a craft that is hard as hell to do). totally unedited 'cause i just wanted to share something for my man's born day.

It is easy, too easy. Yoongi thinks to himself as he sits behind his desk.

His face is void of any emotion as he sits in his chair with his laptop in front of him, open with a current Zoom call. No one knows that you are underneath the desk of his office, mouth full of his cock; drooling, and so lost in the taste of him as you swipe your tongue from side to side. Yoongi listens as his second in command Namjoon rambles on about today's findings. He honestly could care less. He has better things to focus on but as head of the group, Yoongi has to listen to Namjoon’s pointless reports.

You shift on your knees and Yoongi’s eyes close for a brief moment as his cock slides farther down your throat. Carefully, Yoongi unlaces his fingers that are placed in front of him and he slowly reaches underneath the desk with one hand. He rests the hand on top of your head, his thumb moving over your hair as he curses silently to himself as the softness of your tongue cushions the underside of his cock. 

Softly Yoongi inhales and interrupts Namjoon by holding his hand up. “I’ve heard enough for now.” He stares at Namjoon's unblinking face on the screen. “I have other matters to attend to, I'll call you back when I'm done.” Yoongi’s voice is flat and even, unchanged by the wetness that is slowly ruining the crotch of his pants.

Namjoon does not question Yoongi's authority and ends the call silently. Once the silence echoes loudly in the room, Yoongi grips your braids tightly in a fist and starts to thrust deep down into your throat. Tiny huffs of air slip from his lips and his hips stutter as the head of his cock kiss the back of your throat again and again. 

"Shit, baby! F-Fuck!” He’s voice is deep and breathy as he continues to fuck your throat. 

“That's it Princess, take it nice and deep. " 

Yoongi throws his head back in pleasure as you swallow around his girth and gag. He loves the sounds that are spilling out of your mouth, the wet sloshing from the way his cock enters and exits your esophagus. You are a drooling mess. Such a pretty sight hidden between his legs underneath his desk. He wants to ruin you. He wants the black mascara that coats your lashes to streak down your face in black rivers. You are his to ruin and no one else's. He sadly regrets buying you that waterproof mascara the other day. 

With that thought in mind Yoongi growls as he presses your face into his crotch until your nose is pressed into his pubic hair. He holds you in place and groans loudly as his balls tighten and he comes down your throat with a loud curse.

 "Shit!” 

Yoongi’s chest is heaving and his heart is thundering against his ribs as he tries to clear his blurry vision. He can hear as well as feel you trying to swallow down his cum without choking.

“That's it, don't waste a drop.” Yoongi encourages as he releases his grip on your hair. “Swallow it all baby. That's a good girl.”

The praise makes you hum in delight and Yoongi bites his lip as he hisses from the sensitivity. 

“Fuck, that's a good girl.” 

As you slowly let Yoongi’s cock fall from your mouth, you lick at your lips and pout up at him. Yoongi stares down at you with glassy eyes and quickly reaches into his desk to grab one of his many handkerchiefs that he leaves around. Pinching your chin between his fingers, Yoongi turns your face upward and carefully wipes the tears, spit and cum from your face. He pushes back in his chair just enough to use the same handkerchief to wipe your lips gloss, spit and cum from his cock. You crawl out from under his desk and slap his hand away from the still hardened length. Settling yourself in his lap, the skirt of your bubble gum pink skirt rises and Yoongi hums low in chest throat.

“Giving Daddy more Princess?”

You nod your head innocently and Yoongi smirks as his large hands squeeze and rub on your butt. He pushes your skirt farther up and pulls at the white lace thong that is sticking to your folds, soaking wet.

Yoongi’s fingers tease your entrance, tracing the sticky path and pressing against the translucent material. The touch is madding and you rock your hips, grinding against Yoongi’s fingertips as he whispers teasing words in your ear. You can feel how hard he is underneath you, the heat from his length burns against the bare skin of your thighs.

“You’re behaving so well for me. Mmm, should I give my Princess a reward?”

Yoongi’s lips sear your skin as he nips and sucks at your throat and exposed shoulder from the white tube top you are wearing. You moan as he licks at the bites before he chuckles and kisses your jaw.

“You get yourself off, using me and I’ll buy you whatever you want, baby.”

You grin at Yoongi’s words and he laughs, he knew the game you were playing the moment you stepped foot in his home and applied a fresh coat of gloss to your sinful lips. If you want that new Zimmermann line, you will work for it.

[mother2monsters]

(Another untitled)

I'm trash, but my friend loves it. Not proofread, my bad...

“Love sometimes isn’t enough Hobi. I love you and you love me and we can love each other and not be together. I never want to hold you back or feel like I’m causing you to miss out on life or experiences.  Love doesn’t equal sexual attraction.  It’s ok, we…”

The look in his eyes silenced her mid-speech. 

He’s never looked at her that way. Slowly, she tried to back away to maybe try to give him space and time to let what she was saying sink in. Eventually he had to see that she was right. I mean, a girl can only masturbate so much. But the further away she got, the closer he came towards her.  

The thing with Hobi was when he was mad, you’d know it. He’d raise his voice a little, put some more bass in it. Let it be known. However, this was so far beyond mad, there wasn’t any space left in the room for any other emotion and the rage was so thick in the air she began to get lightheaded. 

Silence as he stalked closer, eyes never leaving hers. 

He didn’t have to raise his voice, the silence of the room was deafening. 

“Strip”.  He commanded in a voice so deep she felt it in her bones, causing her to shiver. 

Filled with indignation, totally disregarding the danger her instincts told her she was in, she tried to push past him as she told him she didn’t want a pity fuck. 

The words are caught in her throat as he wraps his long slender fingers around the column of her neck and squeezes in warning as he pushes her against the wall.   

He never raises his voice. In a harsh whisper he states “Instead of asking me like an adult, you assume you know my reasoning” he pulls a pocketknife out of one of the many pockets in his camo. “You then decide to try to end things with me” he pushes her further into the wall and puts the blade right up under her chin. She’s shaking at this point, realizing he did just finish his service and she has no idea the things he may have endured or suffered through. She tries to plead with him but he silences her with a squeeze to the throat. 

“You are mine. To fuck, to not fuck, to love, to spoil, to take care of…you are mine…”

Slowly he drags the blade from her throat to her shirt and down her chest ripping the fabric as he goes. 

“You wanted to see the man behind the mask, you wanted to know why I haven’t touched you yet, why I haven’t gorged myself on your cum, fucked you until all you know is how to scream my name…well you’re about to find out….color?”

Taken aback, the word green flies from her mouth before her brain could catch up and at that utterance, he kisses her so passionately he steals her breath. Then he glares, “strip before I cut off the rest”. 

Shaking she removes the leggings she was wearing and her favorite pair of boy shorts.   He picks her up underneath her thighs and walks her to the bed gently lying her down. If it wasn’t for the look in his eyes, she’d think they were about to make love. 

[3hunnactrl]

A normal person isn’t born mad well maybe some but most are created by emotions such as hurt,envy and betrayal. Evil is like a plague it has to spread to everything and everyone until there is nothing left but darkness it tries to darken people lights many have succeeded some have got away.

So please join me while I tell you a story of “love” between a girl whose heart has been torn into shreds repeatedly of those in her past but continues to believe in love and a boy that has been let down since the beginning of his life time.

I would like to give a warning though, this isn’t your regular Wattpad, Tumblr or AO3 story this will of a dose of reality so continue at your own risk.

Please excuse my manners, I’ve seem to forgotten them for a second

I welcome all readers to

The lethal lust of sinners

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Hey guys welcome to my new series the lethal lust of sinners😊

I don’t know how many parts there will be I’m really just going off on what I’m feeling

Do not copy this on any other platforms

A black reader is kept in mind

This is not proofread so please excuse any mistakes

[onemeangreenbean]

Anything CH 6

SUMMARY: On the precipice of death Wynter does the only thing she can think to do to save herself. Something that is forbidden in her practice….to summon a demon and make a deal. The demon that answers her call ask what Wynter is offering  and in her delirious state she answers with the only thing she can think of  “Anything”.

PAIRING: Demon!Yoongi x BlackWitch OC 

GENRE: Demon AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Soulmates, Smut, Fluff, Angst, slowburn

WARNINGS: none

WORDCOUNT: 5,838

A/N: Hey! Here is chapter 6. This one and the next are a little slow but we gotta do it for the plot! Also I feel the need to state that I in fact grew up listening to Super Junior so don't take anything in this fic TOO seriously. As always I hope you enjoy! Please feel free to interact and talk to me 🥰

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“Get up.” The chill from the AC bombarded Wynter’s body as she fought to pull the comforter back up. When she got it settled around her again it was yanked off of her, but this time Yoongi had discarded the offending material on the floor so that she couldn’t re-cover herself. 

Wynter groaned as she opened on eye to peer up at the demon lording over her. His gaze was piercing as he waited for her to move. Instead of getting up like she knew he was hoping for she opted to grab a pillow and place it over her head to block out the sun. It was short lived as the pillow was promptly yanked off causing Wynter to groan louder. 

What she didn’t expect was to be lifted off of the bed, a small yelp living her lips as she was unceremoniously tossed on the couch. She shot him a glare through her half sleep gaze as she tried to reorient herself  to being vertical. Yoongi stood there patiently, jaw tense,  as Wynter got herself together pulling her bonnet off letting her curls spill forward in a mess around her head. 

“Yoongi, it’s too fucking early for this.” Wynter mumbled as she walked over to her alter to give thanks to her ancestors. Centering herself she rang the brass bell and lit an incense. Yoongi had been on this kick for the past few weeks of waking her up at the ass crack of dawn to get started in training. He was instance on getting her back to the basics. Quizzing her constantly and making sure her rootwork practice what up to snuff. Which it was in Wynter’s eyes, but not according to Yoongi’s standards. 

She had been reading books on theology, wards, curses, spells, demonology, magical items, spiritual weapons, and various of “essential” knowledge that the little demon deemed necessary. Not that it wasn’t, just that waking up this early to study it was. Wynter was a zombie as she walked around the apartment checking the wards. Her magic lazy and slow this early. What she needed was caffeine, which was being held hostage behind Yoongi’s body which was leaned up against the counter as he observed her. 

“Move,” grumbling she shoved him aside to reach the coffee maker. Her taste buds awaited the steaming liquid but as she poured it she could tell that it was ice cold. Wynter side eyed the demon as she slammed her cup onto the counter. Closing her eyes she prayed for the strength the not punch him in the face. 

Hanging her head she hovered her hand over the cup of cold liquid. The spell was easy, a simple ward and small incantation, it was the focus that threw it off for her. Wynter was great at throwing up protection wards. It was what she was tasked with at home. She was comfortable with them because after doing something for so long it become second nature. Other facets of magic, even different wards, were something she wasn’t comfortable with. Not being confident in her magic was her biggest problem and hindrance to her magical life.

Wynter knew that she needed to get comfortable using magic in her everyday life in order to move past her aversion to her own power. It was hard though. The wall she had put up between her and the ability to let the energy flow naturally was blocked. Magic that was yielded with hesitance and fear, was magic that was dangerous to all, including the person wielding it.  Yoongi was trying to move her past it, forcing her day in and day out to use it in her life. Even if it meant warming up coffee. 

Steam began to raise from her mug as she focused on the feeling of warmth she wanted the liquid to take on, focusing on controlling how much magic she let out. Yoongi watched her quietly as he monitored the flow of energy. Scorching liquid splashed up on Wynter and all over the counter and cabinets as the cup exploded. “Damnit!” Fustratrated, snatched up a rag from the sink and started cleaning up the mess - throwing the broken ceramic pieces in to the garbage. Yoongi silently assisted her in the clean up and warmed up some coffee for her. 

“I’m never going to get it.” She scowled down at the perfectly temperature coffee. How he was able to do it so effortlessly aggravated her to no end. 

“You just need to stop rushing it, and trust that it will work the way it’s supposed to.” Yoongi stated. “You try to control it to much.” Scoffing Wynter looked out the window. She knew that Yoongi was right. That if she allowed the magic to follow the natural flow it wanted to instead of trying to force it then she probably wouldn’t have to clean up coffee every morning. 

“You have any news on Jiyeon?” Wynter wanted to change the topic, even if the topic caused Yoongi to let out a frustrated sigh. 

“No. It seems as though she’s gone underground.” Wynter knew that Yoongi had been working trying to locate the witch who cursed her but every lead he had was a deadend. Her apartment stood empty and anyone he asked about her seemed to act like she never even existed. Which at this point, Wynter was even starting to doubt if the girls name was even Jiyeon. 

“She has to be working for someone, which makes sense. But to go through so much to kill you and take you power is what’s bothering me.” Yoongi seemed to be talking more to himself than to Wynter at this point. She watched as his brows furrowed and his face pulled into his think face - little pout and all. He had been sending out all of the contacts that he had to see if they could gather any information about a low level witch who was working for a high level demon, but nothing had come back so far. 

Wynter walked off to leave Yoongi to his mumbling and plotting. While she still was having problems letting go of her “control” issues with the flow of magic, she was improving on her ability to place wards on her body. She still had to do it everyday, so it took some time in the morning , but she just incorporated it into her morning routine. The one that she was happy she mastered was the mind block one. Living with someone who could read your mind was  annoying on the best of days and infuriating on the worst. So as soon as she saw that it was thing she all but bullied Yoongi into teaching her. 

Though living with the demon wasn’t all that bad. Yoongi did his share around their now shared tiny apartment, mostly taking over the cooking. Wynter doesn’t understand how she had become banned from her own damn kitchen but she wasn’t going to complain about the amazing meals coming out of it. Her regular diet of ramen and sandwiches thrown to the wayside. It also wasn’t as awkward as she imagined it to be living with a grown , and incredibly attractive, man would be. They had only walked in on each other twice in the bathroom which, while it wasn’t Yoongi hadn’t already seen on her, Wynter saw just enough to keep her up at night. 

They left each other alone for the most part if it didn’t involve training or the curse. Yoongi had still yet to tell Wynter about the war brewing down below that he was now the official head of, but she worked enough that he could just go to his meetings and be back before she got home. He only needed her involved in one problem at a time. 

Yoongi cast as glance to the side as Wynter opened the fridge, taking in her shorts and t-shirt. He knew he shouldn’t be looking but while he had promised himself to not think any further about the soulmate bond, he still allowed himself the occasionally look at her ass. “Do you know any wards to help stay cool?” Wynter pulled out some homemade ice tea and poured it into a reusable coffee cup to take with her. 

Seoul had been hit with a heatwave for the past few days and it was making everything miserable, including her walk to Mikrokosmos. “Yeah,” Setting his empty coffee on the counter he walked over to where Wynter stood with her head in the freezer trying to cool off. When she heard him stand behind her, she reluctantly removed her head from the icey salvation. Taking his hand he placed it on her forehead and thought about the coolest spring day he could think off. What the breeze feels like? How it felt on his skin as the light chill spring air cocooned him.

“Thank god!” She groaned laid her forehead on his chest. The movement startling him a bit since he had been trying his best to avoid touching her outside of the normal amount. “Why didn’t you let me do it though,” Wynter’s voice came out mumbled from where her face was in his chest. 

“Be serious. You exploded a cup a coffee, there was no way you weren’t going to make yourself freeze to death.” His chuckled rumbled in his chest causing Wynter to removed her head and look up at him. Eyes big and wide as she pouted a bit. 

“That’s why I have you here to unthaw me,” she smiled up at him. Wynter had one of those smiles that lit up her whole face as she laughed. Tapping his chest so that Yoongi could take a step back, she thanked him and made her way towards the door. Slipping on her shoes and grabbing her bag she chirped out a goodbye to Yoongi as she left.

The walk wasn’t as miserable as it had been in past days now that she had the cooling ward that Yoongi had placed on her. Wynter was annoyed that she hadn’t thought to ask him about it earlier that week. The store was quiet when she got in, but she could see the light coming out of Namjoon’s workspace in the back so she knew he was here. If today was going to be anything like the past few weeks had been she was sure she wouldn’t see the tall shaman until around closing. 

Sighing she opened the store in silence and went about restocking some of the books in the back. Wynter was happy that the store was able to get back to what it was pre-fight. Between Wynter and Namjoon’s magic, they had been able to piece the place back together relatively quick, barring a few books that were destroyed in the fight. Since than though Wynter noticed that Namjoon had been keeping his distance from her. Only interacting when it pertained to the store or when he needed to re up her amulet.

Really the only Kim that would talk to her for any amount of time was Taehyung. All Jin did was see the youngest to the store with food and medicine for Wynter. She had apologized profusely for Yoongi hurting him, the red welt around his neck a constant reminder. Eventually he told her to stop and that it was okay, but his visits to the store and talks to her we less frequent and oftentimes short. She figured that both Seokjin and Taehyung were trying to stay out of the way until Wynter and Namjoon started talking again. 

It wasn’t for a lack of trying on her part. Wynter valued Namjoon’s friendship and presences in her life and didn’t want to loose that. She had tried everything from food to asking questions about an obscure topic he would usually spend hours explaining to her. Yet, she had only receive short answers or the occasional hum of acknowledgement. Each time she walked away in defeat but today Wynter was determine to talk to the man. 

One the few morning costumers had left, Wynter armed herself with her homemade sweet tea and ventured back into the workshop. The sweet tea had always been her trump card when she was in trouble. Now was it because of her immaculate recipe or her doing a small sweetin’ spell on it? Who could really say. All that mattered was that it never failed to sweeten people up and make a situation and conversations easier to navigate. Her knuckles rapted on the wooden door frame alerting Namjoon of her presence. Usually Wynter would just walk in but she didn’t want to overstep any of the new boundaries that had been put up. 

“Yeah,” his voice was barely audible, but she heard it nonetheless. 

“I brought you some of my homemade sweet tea,” Wynter said in a sing song voice. When she got no response so went on, “It’s a great cool and refreshing way to beat this heat.” Wynter watched as Namjoon continued working on whatever it was he was working on, not even sparing her a glance. “I figured you may be thirsty,” her voice trailed off as Namjoon heaved a sigh, dragon eyes looking up. 

“What do you want, Wynter?” The cold indifference in his voice was jarring to her, but she understood where it was coming from. 

“Well, the store is empty and I came back to see what you were up to,” she tapped the glass in her hand and she tried to keep the conversation going. “You know see if you needed help with anything.”

Namjoon regarding her for a moment before answer, “Well, I don’t need help.” The conversation was getting nowhere, especially not in the direction that Wynter needed it to go in. He had even turned back to his task. She knew that Namjoon was good at reading between the lines, so at this point it just seemed as though he was going to make her work for every single syllable she pulled from him. 

Wynter was tired of tip toeing around him. With a huff she stalked over to his desk and sat the glass of tea in front of him. Pulling up a wayward chair and sitting down. “What would you like for me to say?” Her frustration with the situation bleeding out into her tone. “I’ve apologized I don’t know how many times. I’ve put in extra hours. I’m tried to start conversations with you on various topics. Brought peace offerings. Took my studies seriously. So what do I have to say or do to get you to speak to me?” 

While her tone wasn’t the nicest she needed him to lay it out for her because she was losing him, her best friend. Namjoon shook his head at her outburst, taking his glasses off to rub his eyes. “Honestly, I don’t know Wyn.” Silence hung between them as she waited for him to continue. “What do you talk about with someone who betrayed you in various ways? Look,” his eyes soften as he took inWynter’s demeanor. Her figure closing in on itself. “I want to forgive you, and I do, I’m just finding it hard to figure out where to start rebuilding our trust.” 

Wynter gave a curt nod as she racked her brain. She knew he was right, because if the roles were reversed she would’ve kicked Namjoon out of her life in a heartbeat. The fact that she still was even working at his store was really just a testament to how kind and patient he was. She understood that it was going to take some time in order to build their relationship back up but she at least had a step. Slowly she slid the glass over to him. 

“I think I may have a way.” Namjoon looked at the golden liquid skeptical as Wynter explained. “This is my special sweeting sweet tea-”

“Isn’t all sweet tea sweet?” Wynter rolled her eyes at his interruption. 

“Yes. But this one is special because it has a sweeting charm on it.” Before he could protest she cut him off, “It’s nothing serious, just a charm to help you see situation a bit better. Open you mind up to paths that you wouldn’t have considered if you were upset. I promise it doesn’t make you feel or think things you wouldn’t normally.” 

Namjoon picked up the glass, the ice clinking around as he inspected it. “My mama would always give it to me if I was having a bad day or was mad about something as a kid. Completely harmless. See?” She reached over and took a sip of the cool liquid. As it ran down her throat she felt the world become brighter. Colors more vivid and her deposition that this conversation was hopeless shift into one full of prospects and compromises. It took a moment of him observing her but he must have felt like it was okay because he finally took a drink himself. 

“Wow,” Namjoon smacked his lips as he peered down into the glass. “This is really good.” 

“Is there anything that you want to know that could help as move forward? I cherish you in my life and I want us to get back to some semblance of what we had before.” She didn’t want to pressure him but she figured if she was tired then so was he. 

“Are you really okay with him having you soul and power?” Namjoon stared directly into her eyes. It wasn’t a question that she thought he would ask. 

Shifting uncomfortable in the seat, Wynter looked at her hands in her lap unable to meet his gaze. “Of course not! It’s actually terrifying , but,” She paused trying to collect her thoughts and words so that Namjoon wouldn’t misunderstand. “I feel deep down that out of all of the options that could have happened this was the best outcome.” Namjoon’s eyes shoot up into his eyebrows at her words. 

Before he could interrupt she continued, “I know it sounds crazy, but I’m just being honest. I’m still going to try everything I can to find a way out of this contract but to be frank Yoongi is a really good teacher.”

Scoffing, Namjoon shook his head, “I’ve been trying to teach and mentor you for over a year. Are you saying that I’m shit at it.”

Wynter could see the hurt that was in his eyes as he posed his question. “Absolutely not!” She leaned over placing his hands in hers. “You are a wonderful teacher it’s just that you both teach differently. I still learned the bulk of what I know from you. Yoongi just has a more abrasive why of getting his points across,” she mumbled the last bit, still annoyed at being woken up so damn early. 

“Truly, I’m sorry that I betrayed your trust and didn’t come to you with this sooner.” Wynter whispered softly. “I trust you implicitly but I didn’t show you that, so let me prove it.” The both sat in silence as Namjoon eyes moved across her face, seeming to try and gauge if she was lying or not. 

“Okay,” Namjoon nodded after coming to his decision and squeezed her hands, taking note of how small they were in his. “You really want to find a why out of this contract?”

“Fuck yes,” Wynter laughed, bringing a small smile to Namjoon’s face. 

“Well, it looks like I better get to researching-” Wynter threw her arms around the man before he could finish his sentence. Pulling him into a tight hug. Namjoon was too stunned to react right away but quickly wrapped his arms around Wynter. It felt nice to have her in his arms but he let go as soon as she did. “Um, let me reup your necklace.” He held out his hand for her to drop the amulet into. 

Quickly she unhooked it and gave it to him. It had becoming routine for them in the past few weeks. Namjoon wanted to make sure that the amulet was always at it’s strongest, especially with a curse as strong as it was chipping away at the protection. He made sure to re-enchant it every few days. Between Namjoon’s amulet, Jin’s medicine, and Yoongi’s hovering, Wynter felt as good as new. Well, maybe not as good as knew, but she could tell that she was regaining her spiritual energy back. She wasn’t at a hundred percent, but she was at least up to seventy-five, which was enough to start training training according to Yoongi. 

Wynter didn’t agree but the demon was unwavering in his resolve. If she could push back actually having to use her power until never she would. The thought of unleashing it filled her with anxiety and fear. Yoongi wasn’t wrong because she could feel the power that she tried to suppress bubbling to the surface, an unfortunate byproduct of everyone trying to help her. It wasn’t even something she had been knowingly doing. 

The rest of her shift felt less awkward now that they had talked and flew by. “Um, let me know if you need anything,” Namjoon returned her necklace. “I’ll try and see what I can find out about breaking high level demon contracts.”

“Thanks again, Joonie!” Wynter stated as she gathered her things to get ready to leave, missing the blush that colored the mans face. She needed to get home in order to call her momma. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she called as she rushed out the storefront. She didn’t get to talk to her momma often due to time difference between them, so when she could find a way to she took it. 

Thankfully, the walk home was quick and the apartment thankfully empty, Wynter didn’t know where Yoongi went off to when she wasn’t around but she honestly did not care cause it gave her some peace and quiet. Her phone rang as she was warming up some leftover that Yoongi had left in the fridge for her. “Momma!” 

“Hey, baby,” the honey tone of her momma’s voice soothed Wynter. “Is now a good time?”

“Any times a good time when you call,” the both chuckled at Wynter’s cheesiness. “How’s business going?” Her momma had a small shop in their town where she would take on clients to do some spiritual work for. It wasn’t lucrative but it did pay the bills and allow them to live comfortably. 

“Oh, it’s going. Rev. Brown asked me to help him in some candle rituals this last week. Apparently, the congregation has been going through it!” The talked for a bit about the hometown gossip and how family was doing. “Right, Marcus asked about you the other day.”

Wynter’s smiled faded at hearing that her former friend had inquired about her. It was hard keeping her distance but she needed to. Wynter knew she didn’t deserve his thoughts, after when she had done. 

 “Oh baby,” she hated hearing the pity in her momma’s voice. “You got to let it go. You can’t keep denying you abilities.” Wynter snorted in response because of course she would say that. Her family had always seen her power as a blessing, when what it truly was was a curse. “You have got to not let it control you.”

“That’s easier said then done. You don’t understand what it’s like having this ability.” Wynter’s family had been filled with powers focusing on healing or prophecy and protection. Not her power though. She had a power that could create as much as it could destroy. A matter based power that allowed her to pluck things out of and into existence but since matter can neither be created or destroyed, anything she created had to come from somewhere. Wynter found out the hard way the bigger the creation the bigger the destruction. 

A walking black hole is how she would describe herself. Slowly dragging things into her orbit and pulling them apart atom by atom. That’s what she did to Marcus and if it wasn’t for his quick thinking he would be dead too. So, no, Wynter had no desire to try to learn to control her power or train with it, but with her contract with Yoongi she was going to have to figure it out. 

“I know I don’t understand the impact using your gift has on you, but what I do understand is that you not being able to control it is more my fault than yours-”

“Momma,” Wynter sighed. 

“No, Wynter. If I took the time to learn more about you gift and trained you properly than you would be in a better place. So that’s on me.” Wynter could hear her mommas determination bleeding though the phone. It was the same  conversation that they had every time her power would be brought up. Both of them trying to out guilty the other, leading only into silence as they both never knew how to resolve the problem. 

Though this time Wynter understood, albeit reluctantly, that the solution lay with the demon she had made a deal with. Yoongi knew what he was doing and Wynter trusted that he would be able to stop her if need be. It was an uncomfortable truth admitting that she was using him as a kind of safety net that she knew Namjoon wanted to be for her. In order to be truly open to using her power she needed someone she knew would be willing to take her out if it became out of control. 

Wynter hated that the only way she could see using her power was by knowing the death was the only way to stop her, but until proven otherwise that’s what she would go with. They spoke for a bit more after that, the conversation stilted but they would rather go through a million awkward pauses then hangup that phone. She conveniently didn’t mention how she made a deal with a demon to her momma, figuring she had had enough lecturing to last her a life time. Wynter knew it was only a matter of time until one of her ancestors dimed her out so she would just wait until she couldn’t any more. 

“Well, I gotta go make this food for your father before he starts tearing up my house. He already done came in her twice with those big ol eyes of his,” her momma chuckled. 

“Okay. Tell him I said hi and that I love him.”

“I will. Love you baby.”

“Love you to momma.”

The smoke in the bar was causing Yoongi’s nose to itch, ut he tampered down the urge to scratch it. He hated having to meet in places like this but this bar was the only one he was sure he had full control over. Solar had been a formidable ally to this rebellion and had graciously allowed him and the others to meet up to strategize there. 

Moonbyul gave him a head nod, which he returned, as he walked by and down the hidden stairway that was tucked behind the bar. He heard his men before he saw them. “All I’m saying, Jimin, is that if it was me Shindong wouldn’t have been able to get away. You go to soft on them.”

“I’m sorry, but unlike you I was a little preoccupied with making sure I didn’t fucking die.” Yoongi made it to the bottom of the stairs and saw the to two young ones still arguing while, Hobi watched amused and drunk his beer. 

“Hyung tell him my job is hard too,” Jungkook turned to Yoongi with a slight pout on his lips and doe eyes imploring him to take his side. Jimin on the other hand looked ready to throw his chair at the youngest face. 

“Both jobs are hard,” Yoongi mumbled out. “But unlike Jimin you’re not actively fighting.” Jungkook let out a gasp of betrayal while Jimin just looked smug. They continued bickering with Hobi’s encouragement in the form of snide remarks. Yoongi sipped his whisky as he took it in, not realizing that he missed this. The feeling of being around people who would do anything for you and vice versa. 

All three men had followed him into the underworld without a second thought, committing themselves to a life in literal hell. Jimin was the best assassin that Yoongi had and Jungkook was right behind them. Their competition to be better than each other made them the best in the kingdom. Though at the end of the day they would do anything to protect one another. Yoongi couldn’t believe that in his long life that he had found folks willing to follow hims blindly into hell. Stupid if anyone asked him. 

Taking a final sip of the amber liquid Yoongi cleared his throat, the table quieting down. Glancing over at Jimin he asked, “Updates?”

“I was able to gather some territories in the west but then Shindong started in with those fucking earthquakes. Everytime I would think I got far enough away I’d be hit with one.” Jimin ran his hands through his auburn hair. Yoongi grimace at the thought of the demons earth magic. It was handy in a way that he could just open up the earth and swallow you whole. He was happy that Jimin hadn’t fallen into one of the fissures Shindong opened up. 

“I was able to gather about another legion or two before I had to fight him head on. Unfortunately, he got away by creating a rift.” At this Jungkook snickered. “When you’re staring into a bottomless chasm see if you don’t save yourself!”

“What about you, Jungkook?” Yoongi watched as the young assassin turned to look at him. 

“I was able to injury Yesung and take a grab about half a legion from his territory,” he stated proudly. Fortunately for them demons are fickle with their loyalty. So if they are unhappy with the currently reign then they are easily swayed to whoever’s side will overthrow. Yoongi was just happy he had made a large enough name for himself to cause demons to follow him without pause. 

He had always been good at domestic and foreign affairs, making it easy for him to create allies. Unlike Jungsoo who made enemies everywhere he went. 

“Okay. Hoseok?” 

The red haired demon looked over the brim of his beer and made eye contact with Yoongi. “I was able to take out Heechul and Eunhyuk. I know they were on your ass for a bit, but they like the rest of the ELF faction think that they’re infallible, which they found out that they are not.” The smile that he had on his face could be describe as sinister and Yoongi had never been more happy that he would never have to face his best friend in battle. 

“I was also able to get some information out of them about some of Jungsoos plan,” Hoseok tilted his head to the side as he thought. “It’s not a lot to go on but it seems as though he’s power collecting. My opinion,” he stated frowning, “It seems as though he feels his power slipping and it’s trying to tighten the reins by outranking and outpowering any opposition.” Yoongi hummed in thought and agreement, tapping his finger on the table as he thought. It sounded like something Jungsoo would do. It’s what ever fading leader or dynasty did to protect itself; lash out, becoming overly aggressive, and in this cause make mistakes. Power hoarding wasn’t unheard of but it’s something only bottomfeeder demons did, not something someone in Jungsoo’s position would do because it made them look weak, and that was something Yoongi could use to his advantage. 

Smirking Yoongi’s tapping stopped. “We need to keep gathering factions and allies, but don’t engage any of ELF. I want them scrambling trying to regain the ones they lost. Jimin start a few rumors regarding them stealing powers, make sure they stick. Jungkook keep doing what you’re doing focus on the SHAWOLS faction, we need them on our side to turn the rest. Hobi,” Yoongi paused to run his hands through his hair, “figure out where these powers are coming from. We need to find a way to cut off the supply.” 

The men at the table all nodded in agreement. The stayed for a bit longer, catching up and drink a few more rounds, not really knowing the next time they would see each other. They all knew that war was brutal and that tomorrow was never promised so they always made the most of their time together. It was a fucked up family, but it was their fucked up family. Yoongi, as always, was the first to leave, having reached his interaction threshold. 

“Where are you off to, hyung?” Jungkook inquired, the alcohol making his face flushed. Yoongi knew that he would have to tell them about Wynter at some point but for know he wanted to just keep her to himself. 

“Took a new contract-” the sound of disbelief and confusion went between Jungkook and Jimin. “Yah! I take them every now and then.”

“Taking on a contract in the middle of a war is an interesting choice,” Yoongi leveled Hobi with a glare. He was fully aware that dividing his time was a risky move but he also knew that having someone with a power like Wynter’s on their side would be useful. If he could get her to use the fucking thing. 

“It was an interesting case,” he quirked an eyebrow challenging any of them to press him further. Hobi raised his hands in surrender and chuckled. Yoongi owed them an explanation, just not today. “See you all later.” He apparated once he made it out of the bar. 

The apartment was quiet, except for the sound of the tv playing quietly. He was silent in his steps as he walked over to where Wynter was curled up on the couch. A half drunk glass of wine on the coffee table and a book laid haphazardly over her face. He still couldn’t understand how she could read with the tv on and still comprehend what she was reading. 

A sigh slipped past his lips and he lifted her into his arms, taking her over to the bed. She made a small whimper as she got comfortable again, falling into a deeper sleep. Yoongi cleaned up her mess before crawling into the otherside of the bed. It had become routine that Yoongi would stay in bed with her as she was still waking up in the middle of the night having night terrors. He got little to no sleep this way. The warmth from her body a constant reminder of her presence next to him. Honestly, he didn’t know why he was torturing himself that this, but he knew that if it made her feel safer he would do it.

[madameaug]

BTS Imagines #1

Context: This TikTok got my creative juices flowing. You can't tell me this doesn't radiate jealous, possessive, hot bf energy. But I also want to do a spin on the Tik Tok too.

Pairing: Yoongi x Black Reader ----- Namjoon x Black Reader

WC: 1k > (slightly tho)

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MYG x regular black reader

Two months ago, you and Yoongi ended your year-long relationship. You were getting ready to start your PhD program. You and Yoongi were off and on during your graduate program, but it was best that you both called it quits. While you hoped that, eventually, you would find your way together again, now was not the best time for your relationship.

Relieving his thoughts of you, Yoongi started playing basketball more frequently. His neighborhood had a court, and there were small matches every Saturday. His team was currently playing. Yoongi sat on the bench, warming up and watching the intense basketball game. Rotating his right shoulder, he noticed a familiar face on the opposing team. It was the new guy that he was told you were 'talking' to. Yoongi wasn't sure if he knew who he was, and wanted to keep it that way.

Subbing in for one of his exhausted teammates, Yoongi dribbled the basketball in his hand. He analyzed the floor before him while your new rumored boyfriend started to guard Yoongi. Yoongi had to admit he was fast. He was never less than two feet away. His arms were always out, and his eyes were honed on the ball in Yoongi's hand. Yoongi passed the ball to an open teammate before running closer to the net. After receiving the ball again, Yoongi completed the layup, scoring another point for his team.

"Yo, are you Suga?" A voice spoke up. He held the basketball in between his two palms. Slightly pausing the game.

"Who's asking?"

"I just wanted to put a face to the name. I wanted to see how much of an upgrade YN is doing by being with me."

Yoongi didn't verbally respond but huffed out a dry laugh. His expression told it all. He did not like this guy at all.

"But I don't blame you, bro. YN is a bad bitch. I can see why you wanted to hold onto her so tightly."

In a swift moment, Yoongi bawled his fist in the collar of the poor sucker who mentioned your name. How dare he call his supposed "girlfriend" a bitch.

"Sensitive, I see." He gleamed smugly in Yoongi's face. Yoongi had to be pulled away by his teammates, as they knew that any second longer would lead to a physical altercation.

"Whatever, man." Yoongi dismissed the guy before picking up his stuff and leaving the basketball court.

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KNJ x ex-wife black female reader

Joon pulled into your driveway, excited to see his favorite people, his children. His two-year-old son, Jaehoon and five-year-old daughter, Minah. The children were the remaining attachment Joon had to you since the divorce. Now that Joon was officially a producer for HYBE Entertainment, he was now twenty-five minutes away from you and the kids yall shared. This weekend was Joon's and he was thinking about taking the kids to the music museum in downtown Seoul.

Locking his car Joon rung your doorbell. You were dressed in loungewear with your pineapple puff on top of your head. Your edges were wispy and your round glasses were on the end of your nose. Joon stepped into the house, as you went up the stairs to inform the kids about their dad's arrival.

Nothing much had changed in terms of the decor on the wall. It was still littered with pictures of your children. The one above the fireplace was when Jaehoon was just born. He was one month old dressed as a little Christmas present, and Minah held her baby brother, pressing a sweet kiss on her brother's forehead. It was the same picture that Namjoon carried around in his wallet.

Coming around the corner was a man in a buttoned-down shirt and business casual slacks. His attire was strange for the heatwave Seoul was expiring this summer. Joon stood up and extended his hand for a handshake. Introducing himself as the kids father. A light seemed to go off in the other man's head.

"So you are 'Joon-bug.' " Namjoon's smile got stiff at the pet name his ex-wife frequently called him. The name lacked love and affection coming out of his mouth. Namjoon didn't miss the way the man sized him up. He sucked his teeth loudly, and Joon hoped you would come down the stairs faster with the kids.

"That I am, I guess."

"Well, I'm YN's new man. Things are getting pretty serious between us, so you'll see more of me around."

"O-ok."

"I will take better care of her than you ever could. I see why you would fall in love with a woman like her." He stepped closer to Namjoon, trying to intimidate the six-foot man. Looking around awkwardly, he didn't know what to say to the man.

He harbored no ill feelings toward his ex-wife or her dating life. As long as the man did right by his kids, they did right by him.

"See, I know how to nurture the love of a black woman. I don't run away when things get hard, I stay there and stand tall alongside my woman. I wouldn't even blame you if you wanted to get back with YN. If I fumbled a woman like her, I would do anything to get her back."

"That's great, but I'm just here to get my kids. I'm not here for YN." Namjoon shrugged before waiting at the base of the steps. At the top of the stairs, he saw you helping Jaejoon with his bookbag.

"Appa!" The kids screamed, scurrying down the stairs before hugging Namjoon's leg. Scooping Minah in one arm and Jaejoon in the other, he embraced his kids in a loving hug.

"I missed you guys so much! I have so much stuff planned for you all."

Minah clapped, ready for the week with her dad.

"Can we stop by Uncle Tae's house this week?" She played with her father's hair.

"I'll think about it." Satisfied she didn't get an immediate no, she started waving goodbye to her mother.

"Gimme a kiss." You leaned in close to your kids and kissed their cheeks.

"Be good for your father, and remember I love you." You held the door open for Namjoon as he walked over to his car, helping the kids sit. Getting in the driver's seat, he saw the man squinting his eyes at him.

Weird. Namjoon thought to himself before reversing out of the driveway.

A/N: Yall think Joon got his driver's license yet? (LOL)

[dejalix]

Bedtime

Yoongi taking care of your son during bedtime

Reader is referred to as mommy*

"When are you flying back out" you ask yoongi. "This weekend" he says putting his toothbrush back in the holder. You climb into bed waiting on him to join you when your bedroom door is suddenly pushed open. A tiny head appears, "Mommy can I sleep in here" your 5 year old son asks. "No can do little boy, you gotta get in your own bed" you say getting up to tuck him back in bed. "But I wanna sleep in here" he whines. "why can't he sleep with us" Yoongi asks picking up the boy. "Yeah why can't I?" He pouts. "You definitely are your daddys child" you say shaking your head. "Come on" you go to get back in bed. Yoongi brings the child and places him right in the middle of the bed. "You better not kick me or your going on the floor Mr." You point a yoongi. "Hey why you pointing at me" he laughs. You get comfortable. "Daddy, can we go see uncle hoseok tomorrow?" Yoonseok asks. "Of course" yoongi says rubbing the child's head. "And can we get barbecue too" the boy asks. "Minnie go to sleep" you say pulling the blanket over your head. He whines "but im hungry" you turn to look at him. "Why didn't you say this earlier" you groan. "I got it" yoongi gets up taking the child with him.

"What do you want to eat" he asks him opening the fridge. He shrugs his shoulders. "Well little boy you're going to be eating your dreams if you dont come up with something" yoongi says. "Uhm, Hamburger" the boy cheers. "Noodles it is" yoongi says getting a bowl out of the cabinet. He gets out a bowl for the two of them. "But daddy i want a hamburger" the boy whines. "You either eat noodles or go to sleep" yoongi threatened. The boy quickly sits down at the counter as his dad fixed the noodles.

"Daddy?" Yoonseok yawns a bit.

"Yes son?"

"I'm kind if tired now" he says.

"Eat first then you can go to bed. I didnt fix this for you just for you to not eat" yoongi places the bowls down. Along with chopsticks for the both of them.

Yoonseok quickly crawls into his dads lap so he can eat.

The two sit in a comfortable silence, the only sounds heard were that of the chopsticks hitting the side of the bowl.

As they finish Yoonseoks eyes begin to droop as he starts falling asleep in his dads lap. Yoongi smiles picking the child up. Cleaning can be done tomorrow but right now its time for bed.

Yoongi places the child in between you and him before kissing the two of you goodnight so he could also fall asleep.

[gojosnympho]

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* members i have wips for

kim seokjin*

nothing yet

min yoongi*

nothing yet

jung hoseok*

nothing yet

kim namjoon

cleaning day (s, f)

park jimin*

thinking with your pussy (s, a)

kim taehyung*

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jeon jungkook*

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╰₊✧ ﾟ⚬𓂂➢ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧...

╰₊✧➢ D-TOWN BABY // series // S & A

part one | part two

summary: yoongi is apart of a gang called d-town, the gang your brother just so happens to be apart of.

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summary: your arranged husband punishes you after causing a scene and acting like a brat.

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╰₊✧➢ COVERGIRL // one-shot // S

summary: you are the cover girl for jungkook's upcoming clothing line, JJK. said man, just can't keep his eyes off of you as you model his designs.

╰₊✧➢ HOP ON THE STREAM // short story // F & S

summary: you and one of the most watched streamers, jeon jungkook cross paths on a random sunday afternoon. oddly, the two of you become a hot topic over night— landing you in south korea with the spunky streamer for a round two.

╰₊✧➢ ALL THAT ASS // one-shot // F & S

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summary: your idol boyfriend whom you barely see, surprises you at home on a random friday afternoon. the two of you make up for lost time.

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[heartylunalys]

Headcannons for Yoongi!

But if you can make the reader thick, small waist, dark skin, and always has box braids!?

If not it’s fine! Thank you and a I love your writing! 🤍🤍🤍😮‍💨

First of all thank you for your request! I hope you’re going to like it 🤎

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dating yoongi would include:

•always being in the studio with him

•him always asking your opinion on his songs

•sliding little lines here and there about you

•date at his house listening to music while laying on him.

• “I fucking love this artist” when he hears good rap

• admiring you 24/7

•always playing with your braids

• “Yoongi these are expensive, you’re gonna frizz my hair”

•loving to let you climb up the stairs before him so he can admire your curves

• “my precious baby is so sexy”

•always groping your ass while kissing your neck.

•loves to caress your waist and hips

• “I can’t believe you're all mine”

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04/07/2022

[sweetestofchaos]

𝖪𝗂𝗆 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖸/𝖭 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖪𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾; 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖾. 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗍, 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽? 𝖸/𝖭 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖬𝗂𝗇 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂.

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖣𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 | 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝗑 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋​​ 𝖶𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 8.6𝗄

𝐴/𝑁: 𝖡𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 and divider 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 @itaeewon. Dividers in the chapters are from @firefly-graphics​​

𝐶𝑎𝑓𝑢𝑛𝑒́ (𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑏): 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗐𝗈 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖥𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖥𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖲𝗂𝗑 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖲𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖤𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

[mother2monsters]

So….. hey 👋🏽. Longtime fic reader and long time secret writer 😂.

I write but never post really 😂 honestly I feel like my writing is 🗑️ but I digress. But I can’t ever really find what I’m looking for (except for one writer who is phenomenal but she isn’t really writing anymore) so I decided to try my hand myself.

I decided to put it out there to see if there’s any interest. I’ll start posting snippets of what I have to test the waters 😅😅

Full disclosure…. I’m into almost everything so you never know what you might get. Mainly black coded older reader. Some MxM.

Some of my favorites are sub!yandere BTS, poly BTS x reader, supernatural, A/B/O…. I’m greedy, what can I say. Like Pokémon, gotta catch them all 🙌🏽😅

[wicked-disposition]

My first story is now on wattpad and of course it stars a black woman fc. It would mean a lot if you guys would read and vote 🫶🏽

[onemeangreenbean]

Anything Ch 4

SUMMARY: On the precipice of death Wynter does the only thing she can think to do to save herself. Something that is forbidden in her practice….to summon a demon and make a deal. The demon that answers her call ask what Wynter is offering  and in her delirious state she answers with the only thing she can think of  “Anything”.

PAIRING: Demon!Yoongi x BlackWitch OC 

GENRE: Demon AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Soulmates, Smut, Fluff, Angst, slowburn

WARNINGS: violence, gore, death (maybe), eventual smut, panic attacks, fighting, possessive Yoongi, jealous Namjoon

WORDCOUNT: 4,608

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Namjoon barely caught Wynter, her body slamming into his as she shook violently. Gently and swiftly he laid her convulsing body on the floor. He tried his best to rack his brain on what to do, how to help. He had never felt so useless before. He could hear Taehyung behind him asking him questions about what potions would work best or a spell that would at least stabilize her. Namjoon was trying to focus on what Taehyung was saying but all he could focus on was Wynter’s body shaking and the viscous blood that seemed to be pouring from her body. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head and a wet gurgling coming  from her throat as she tried to breathe. 

All Namjoon could think about was how he was so stupid to never ask her out and to tell her how much she lit up his world every time she smiled. With every ragged wet breath she tried to take in, Namjoon was watching that image fade away - the ringing in his ear becoming deafening.  A strong but firm grip on his shoulder stopped his spiraling thoughts before they could go any further. Namjoon looked up to see his older brother Jin staring down at the way he was clutching Wynter’s body close to his. “Hyung, please,” Namjoon voiced cracked, filled with unshed tears. He had no idea when he picked her up or when she stopped seizing. “I don’t know what to do.” 

“I’m here and we are going to heal her. I’m not going to lose her to whatever this curse is,” Jin pried Wynter’s rapidly cooling body out if his brother grip and back onto the ground and began to do a quick assessment, unsure of if, or even when, the seizing would start back up again. Jin knew it was a curse but he didn’t know what it was, meaning he wasn’t trained on how to heal it. All Jin knew was that he needed to get Wynter stable so that he could figure out next steps. 

Jin, moved all of his spiritual energy to his hands as he hovered them over her life points, trying the gauge where the curse was rooted at. Easier said than done as every point he went over was engulfed by the  curse, gelatinous black energy coated everything like tar. Jin had never seen anything like it. 

Sparing a glance at his brother, he had never seen Namjoon look so lost, defeated. When Taehyung pulled him from the restaurant and through the portal frantically trying to explain what was going on through tears he saw Namjoon clutching onto Wynter’s body like she was his whole world and it had just come crashing down all around him.  “Whatever it is, is coming in waves. We need to try to mitigate it’s effects when she’s not seizing. We need to make sure that she’s not hurting herself,” Jin calmly explained. 

“Namjoon!” When his brother didn’t response Jin looked up to find his gaze unfocus. Snapping his fingers in front of his face he regained his attention, “Namjoon, I need you to hold her still, especially her head and -” Grabbing a cloth from the table beside him he rolled it into a tube and placed it in her mouth. “We don’t need her biting her tongue off. She would kill us if we let her get disfigured.” Namjoon slide her head into his lap, making sure she was slightly on her side so she wouldn’t choke on her own blood. Her curls spilling over his thighs and  around her head, clinging to her forehead with sweat. Jin was working as quickly as he could to heal her, but every place he would clear of the tar like curse as soon as he moved on it would reattach thicker. He needed something to prolong the effects. “Tae! Make me a sta-”. Jin didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence before the most malevolent and oppressive energy he had yet to encounter came over him. 

Yoongi had felt the soul bond light up and then flicker while he was finishing up in the temple. A searing pain pierced his unbeating heart before it faded into nothing. Not only was something wrong but Wynter was in danger. His hand still clutched his chest as he stumbled up and around the table. Waving his hand he returned the ancient library to it previous setting, hiding all the research that he did. He had been looking more into soul bonds and soulmates, while he didn’t want to believe what he was reading he couldn’t deny the tugging he was feeling in his chest. The thought that he, of all people, had a soulmate felt like a cruel trick from fate. He wanted to learn everything he could about it before he brought it up to Wynter, in case it was true. 

She didn’t seem to keen on having a demon as a master, Yoongi really doubted that she would like one as a soulmate. Tucking the thought  into the back of his head he apperated to Wynter, or a least as close as he could. She was so fucking good at wards it threw him back a few blocks from the bookstore. Another flare of pain radiated through his chest as whatever was happening to her flared up again. This time he pushed through her protection wards and made it to a scene he was not expecting. 

Wynter’s head in the lap of another man. Her pretty yellow dress covered in blood and sweat as another man placed their hands over her body. Her small body convulsing as the men yelled at each other trying to find a way to stop it. She looked ten times worst then when she summoned him to save her the first time. Yoongi had a feeling the curse would come back, just not this soon and not this bad. 

The man that was holding her head in his lap looked up and locked eyes with Yoongi. His dragon eyes narrowing into slits as Yoongi racked his brain for how he knew this shaman. Only for it to click at the last possible minute.  “Oh fuck me.” A wave of spiritual energy blasted Yoongi across the room and into a bookcase. He recovered quickly and ducked behind another bookshelf as another blast hit the wall where he had been standing. 

No wonder Wynter didn’t want Yoongi to accompany her to work. She worked for the Kim Clan. The ones who ripped him apart limp by limp and tossed him down into the deepest pits of the underworld without so much as a backward glance. It would be just his luck, but at least he was now sure that the shaman didn’t curse her. The Kim’s moral high horse would never allow them to use such a crass method to kill someone. 

“Taehyung, take Wynter and get out of here.” Yoongi peeked around the corner and saw the two brothers who were taking care of Wynter when he got there pass her over to the youngest one. Seeing that this was an opportunity Yoongi struck throwing blast of razor sharp energy that struck the one with glasses in the thigh making him stumble dropping Wynter’s limp body a bit. Yoongi would apologize to her when he got them out of there in one piece. 

Yoongi hated fights using just spiritual energy, he much rather preferred devices like swords, but he didn’t have enough power to summon them at this point. He didn’t even have enough power to keep up with the two shamans he was fighting currently. But he was holding his own against the two as blast of power and energy whizzed through the air like bullets destroying most things in the small shop. 

He saw Taehyung headed over to a large antique mirror. If that little shit got Wynter through that portal there was no telling if Yoongi would be able to track her down before she died. Yoongi needed an opening and he needed one quick. He racked his brain as he continued to dodge the two brothers attacks. “I’m a fucking idiot,” he mumbled to himself. Steeling himself Yoongi took a deep breathe before coming out from behind his makeshift shield. The oldest, Jin, Yoongi gathered from the brothers yelling, sent a arrow of spiritual energy directly towards Yoongi’s face. 

Channeling all of the demonic energy he had into his right hand Yoongi caught the shamans attack. He could feel the power crackle and lick at his skin as it tried to consume him. Glad he still remembered Jimin’s old trick. Yoongi looked up at the two brothers who were staring at him with varying looks of disbelief, and smirked. “Fire magic?” Thankfully that was also Yoongi’s specialty. Siphoning a small amount of spiritual energy from the attack for his own reserve, he added his own demonic energy before throwing it back at the two. 

They jumped out just before the attack hit, incinerating  the desk that was behind them. “How is he able to that?” Jin screeched. Staring wide-eyed at Namjoon who was tucked behind wayward bookcase. 

Shaking his head Namjoon peered around the corner at the demon, who seemed to be struggling. That much was clear from his sluggish movements and lack luster attacks. He saw Taehyung finally get the portal to work. It was difficult to open with out the use of his hands as he was carrying Wynter bridal style. 

She looked dead to Namjoon, hanging limply in his younger’s brothers arms. Her blood dripping down her arms and onto the floor. If she died Namjoon was going to make sure that Yoongi wished he never crawled up from whatever shitty pit he was in. He wasn’t going to get her no matter what. “Tae, go!” Namjoon yelled as he resumed attacking with all he had. Using his telekinesis to fling his strongest potions from the shelves at the demon. 

Yoongi watched at Wynter disappeared through the portal with the young shaman. Trying and failing to reach her before it closed. “No!” She was going to fucking die if he didn’t get to her but even at this rate he was depleting what little energy he had in the useless fight. “Fuck it,” he mumbled as he absorbed all of the energy from Namjoon’s last attack transmuting  it to manifist his corrupt device, his sword. Did it deplete everything he had to do it? Yes. Did he also need to hurry this fucking fight along? Also yes. 

He knew he needed to find Wynter soon. The tightening in his chest was becoming worst letting him know that her condition was worsening, which considering what he saw wasn’t great. Between deflecting the Kim’s attacks with his sword, Yoongi was trying desperately to relocate Wynter. It was like every time he felt he had a lock on her location it would suddenly move. 

An attack flew past his face grazing his cheek, he barely felt it as he kept fighting. Splitting his attention between two very different task. Another nicked the side of his calf causing him to stumble and lose his balance. He couldn’t find her and she was going to die without him. Yoongi couldn’t let her die. He had too many questions that needed answers. And what if she really was his soulmate. How shitty would it be to find her and lose her all within a week. 

He was getting desperate. A being desperate was never a good thing to be in battle. Swing his sword in an arch in front of him sending a wave of spiritual energy careening into the brothers throwing them back several feet. Giving him enough breathing room to focus solely on locating Wynter. Taking a deep breathe he closed his eyes and followed the fading string connecting them until he found her on the other end. “Found you, gongjunim.”

Taehyung crossed through the portal and into his clans ancestral home. The hanok was large enough to house the entire clan on the rare occasion there was was a threat that called for them the circle the wagons. He tried not to think about how cold Wynter was in his arms as he rushed through the halls to Namjoon’s workshop. Adjusting her body in his arms along the way because the amount of blood was causing him to loose his grip on her. Shouldering the door open to the room he located the bed that sat against the wall. 

A small whimper left Wynter as Taehyung laid her in the bed. “Shh, it’s okay,” He soothed as he walked over to the cabinet with all the ingredients. Taehyung couldn’t tell if he was trying to soothe her or himself but what he did know was that he needed his hands to stop trembling long enough for him to grab the stasis potion that Jin wanted him to get. Great thing about being able to peek into peoples minds is that people don’t ever have to finish their sentences. 

The potion acquired, he went back to Wynter, saying the stasis incantation and kneeling next to the bed before carefully pouring it into Wynter’s mouth. He tried to make sure it all went in but a little dribbled down the sides of her mouth. Taehyung waited for the spell to take effect, going to run his hand through his hair only to stop after seeing all of the blood coating it, he sat it down beside him on the ground. He wanted to break down at the sight of one of her curls, ruffled by the slight breeze blowing though the open window, slow down and stop. 

“Thank fuck,” he breathed out as he stood up. He just needed to keep it together long enough for either Namjoon or Jin to get here and fix whatever this was. Taehyung clamored back to his feet when he felt the same ominous presence from the bookstore fill the room. Barely able to turn towards the demon before he was flung into the wall. 

Yoongi stood sword in hand expecting to have to put up another fight only to find that the youngest Kim stayed down on the ground. He wasn’t knocked out by any means but he also wasn’t rushing to get up to fight Yoongi like his brothers. Keeping his sword trained on the dark haired man Yoongi made his way over to where Wynter’s frozen body was laying. Her usually warm brown skin was beyond ashen, covered in a sheen of sweat and splotches of blood. 

A stasis spell was smart on the shaman’s end as it suspended Wynter in time, and in turn the curse. While not actually trapping her in time, just significantly slowing the the progression of it. Yoongi felt his chest constrict at the sight of his “alleged” soulmate. The sound of running feet informed him that the other two had caught up to him.

He called forth a collar of fire that wrapped itself around Taehyung's neck raising him in the air until his feet barely scrapped the floor. Placing himself between Wynter and the two brothers as they stumbled into the room spells at the ready. Their hearts dropped as they saw Yoongi had their brother  Sword at the ready, Yoongi stared them down, eyes dark, daring them to move. 

Both Jin and Namjoon both dismissed their active spells putting  their hands up. Namjoon’s brain was running through the different scenarios and outcomes of this, none of them were ideal.  They could either save Taehyung or Wynter, but not both. “Back up,” Yoongi voiced in a low growl. His voice slightly distorted as he tried to reign in his demonic energy. 

“Okay,” Namjoon said in a soft voice. “We’re not gonna do anything. Just let Taehyung go.” Their brother’s face was beginning to turn red as he tried and failed to stand on his toes. Namjoon could see that Tae had been able to get the stasis potion to her in time, so he could focus on saving his younger brother for now. 

“How stupid do you think I am? Why would I let the only leverage I have go?” 

“Valid point, but out of the two you’ll let him go before Wynter, correct?” Namjoon, questioned. He didn’t understand why the demon was guarding her so fiercely but he did see the way that Yoongi’s eyes narrowed when her name was mentioned. Moving ever so slightly to block their view of her. Namjoon could see Jin in peripheral trying inch his way towards the bed, so Namjoon needed to keep the demon talking. Before he could even utter another word, Yoongi’s gazed locked on the eldest. 

“Back up before I removed his head from his body.” Yoongi closed his hand slightly, tightening the collar around Tae’s neck, the heat digging in and burning. Both Jin and Namjoon yelled at the younger mans struggle to intake air. His face becoming redder at the sudden loss of oxygen. Yoongi loosened the ring up a bit, he had no problem killing any of them in order to save Wynter, but had a feeling that she wouldn’t want it that way. 

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on or your interest in her, but what I do know is that Wynter needs help and us fighting isn’t going to solve anything. So please let us help her,” Namjoon pleaded with Yoongi. “The statasis spell won’t last forever and the longer this stand off last the less time we have to save Wynter.”

Yoongi lowered his sword slightly, chancing a peek behind him to her unconscious form lying on the bed. He knew logically that the shaman was correct, at most what Yoongi could do was expel the curse from her again, but clearly more was needed. Her countenance too weak and the curse too persistent for her to be able to naturally repel it. Wynter needed a long term healer to help rebuild her strength and a master of charms and potions to keep it away, and Yoongi was looking at two in front of him. 

He was going to have work with them to help her and while it went against everything in him he needed to do it. The tightening in his chest was threatening to snap the thread the bound them together, reminding him of the urgency of  her situation. “I agree.” Yoongi dropped his hand and the collar around Taehyung’s neck disappeared. The boy dropped to the floor coughing and gasping for air. The skin around his neck bloody and burnt from the fiery collar. “What business I have with Wynter is mine, but all you need to know is that I need her alive.” 

Keeping his sword level and at the ready, Yoongi moved out of the way to create enough space for one of the men to get beside the bed. “You, healer,” pointing his sword at the broad man, Yoongi nodded for him to make his way of to the bed. Jin slowly crept to Wynter’s bedside until he could kneel beside it. The room was tense as Jin worked to heal Wynter, the spell helping to slow down the effects of the curse so that it wasn’t overtaking the sections he was healing. He worked methodically down her frail body until he was satisfied with his work. 

The whole time Yoongi kept his unwavering gaze pointed at the two remaining brothers in the corner. As the healer worked on her could feel the tightening in his chest lifting making it easier for him to breathe, bring him back from the edge of completely losing it. If this is what having a soulmate entailed then he wasn’t sure he wanted it. “All done.” Jin murmured. “I healed her as best as I could given the circumstance,” Throwing a sideways glance at the demon, “But once the stasis lifts the curse it just gonna undo all of my work.”

“Don’t worry about that.” Yoongi backed up until te back of his legs hit the bed. Making the quick but stupid decision to let his guard down so that he could give Wynter his full attention, uncalling the sword so that he could use both hands. Trusting that the shamans wouldn’t attack him at the risk of injurying her. A little of the color had come back into her face as she laid there unmoving. Gently placing a hand on her forehead, Yoongi brushed some of the curls away from her face. “Can you hand me a vessel or container?” 

Eyes never leaving Wynter as he heard rustling behind him. A clay jar was handed to him. He needed to moved quickly once the stasis was gone or all this would be for nothing. His gaze traveled to he plush lips, his own tongue coming out to lick his own. Ever so gently he slotted his mouth against hers, parting her lips with the tip of his tongue. He than slowly began drawing the curse up until it rested in her throat. “Reverse the spell.” 

“What?” Namjoon stood by, jaw clenched, as he watched the scene unfold. Watched the tenderness that Yoongi took with her. 

“You heard me undo the fucking stasis spell.” 

Taehyung could see that Namjoon was going to argue some more, hearing the whirlwind of thoughts spiraling through his mind,  so he just reversed it himself. He could see that there was something connecting both Yoongi and Wynter, but couldn’t tell what it was as the demon was keeping the connection shrouded. But from what he could feel it didn’t feel malicious. Once the spell was broken Wynter’s rolled to her side before violently throwing up in to the jar. The black tar like substance burning her throat as it came out. 

She could hear Yoongi’s soft praises in her ear as he rubbed her back, encouraging her to get it all out. It felt like forever until the retching stopped. Tears gathered on her eyelashes from the force of being sick, body trembling as it tried to process the adrenaline that her body was producing. Through blurred eyed she could make a out a three figures in the corner, one stepping up to hand something to Yoongi. The coolness of a damp rag wiped her face clean of any black goo that was on it and cooled her over heated body. 

Collapsing exhausted onto bed Wynter fought her eyes falling shut again. Trying to get her bearings and figure out what was going on. The last thing she remembered was speaking with Namjoon, and now she was here with her demon in some unknown room. “Yoongi,” her voice raspy and frayed from vomiting. “What’s going on? Where are we?” It took all of her strength but she needed answers. Yoongi’s brows furrowed as he regarded her. 

“Don’t worry about that right now. Go to sleep.” Placing a hand on her hand he gentle pushed her under. She fought it not want to go back into unconsciousness. The neverending darkness suffocating in the way it surrounded her in her mind. The searing pain that accompanied it was enough for Wynter to grasp Yoongi’s wrist and try to stop him. 

“Please, I don’t want to. It’s scary.” Tears spilled out of her eyes as she tried to sway him. Yoongi wanted nothing more than reassure her that she was safe and climb in that bed with her and hold her until she slept on her on. 

He couldn’t though. Wynter needed to rest, a task that she was not going to do on her own at the moment. “Gongjunim, you need to rest.” Yoongi watched her big brown eyes search his, slightly hazy from fighting the compulsion. “I’ll be right here, I promise.” Once she deemed that Yoongi wasn’t going to leave her she went under. 

Yoongi could feel the hole being stared into his back as he watched Wynters features soften with sleep. Hardening his own face Yoongi stood up to his full height. “You need to make a amulet for her, that’ll keep the curse away.” He spoke to Namjoon. The younger man looked at him as if he would rather rip Yoongi’s head off, but taking a quick look at his brothers decided against it. 

“Explain.” Namjoon’s tone was hard and left no room for argument. He was uneasy by the way that Yoongi had put Wynter asleep against her will. 

“You can listen and work can’t you. I didn’t think you were incompetent.” 

Namjoon rolled his eyes but began collecting the various item he would need. “Who summoned you?” Yoongi gaze flickered towards the oldest, Jin, when he spoke. His arms were crossed making him look broader and slightly more intimidating. 

“Wynter did.” Yoongi noted there was a pregnant pause after he gave the revelation. “In her defense though she didn’t know she was calling for me specifically. She was dying and desperate I just happened to be curious.” A half truth but one that seemed to satisfy. 

“So you didn’t place this curse on her?” Jin continued his questioning. 

“Clearly not.” Quirking his brow Yoongi challenged Jin to continue. To his surprise the shaman didn’t show any signs of backing down. Instead he watched as Jin fortified himself. 

“Okay.” Namjoon was still standing at the cabinet trying to gather supplies. “What type of curse is it then?”

Yoongi hesitated, scratching the back of his neck, as Namjoon peered at him from over his shoulder. “I don’t know. Never seen one like it before.” 

All three men turned their attention to him. “You’ve never seen it before?” Taehyng rubbed a healing ointment on his neck as he stared at the demon. Most curses were accounted for and well documented so Yoongi understood their confusion. He explained that he exhausted the resources that he had available to him and that it seemed to be a combination of two separate curses. 

The Kim Clan listen patiently as he explained what was going on and his theories. It was times like this that Yoongi was happy to be able to see into peoples minds. He didn’t need to guess how they would react to what he was telling him, but knew that while they seemed to believe what he was saying none of them trusted him with Wynter. Particularly Namjoon.

“Well, that’s all fucking concerning, but,” Namjoon’s glared up at Yoongi from the amulet he was working on. “None of that explains why you seem so interested in Wynter.” Yoongi knew that this was coming, with the way the man’s thoughts of her were tinged with a hint of yearning. He knew that they knew that he didn’t really need to be here any longer than necessary unless he was choosing to. 

A scratching in his mind alerted him to one of the men trying to gain access to him mind. Leveling a glare, the youngest ones cheeks were dusted pink as he got caught. Scoffing Yoongi answered the clearly thought probing question. “We made a contract.”

“What did she offer you that could enticing enough to cause you to stay?” Namjoon inquired in a condescending tone. 

“Anything.” Yoongi smirked. The air seemed to leave the room at that. The three brothers freezing in place as they tried to wrap their head around the fact that the woman laying soundly asleep would offer that. “Plus someone is actively trying to kill her and until I can be assured that I’m not going to loose this frankly delicious soul I’m going to be here.” 

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CECE'S FIC RECS

BTS

Updated: April 24th, 2024

Fic Rec list 2

Namjoon

TRY AGAIN | jiminscockr1ng

Tonight We're Dancing | unique-high

"Cry for me" | prettyprincejk

Cleaning Day | gojosnympho

About Love | jjkeverlast

Closer | joon4eva

Between the pages | hwanghyunjinenthusiast

Cross Your Mind | dearlyjoonie

Lifeline | downbad4yoongi

Late Night Texting | hobistyles

My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold | daechwitatamic

Sundress | cheolhub

Doom boy | soft4gguk

Sexy Feeling | btsrunmylife

My Goddess | purpleyoonn

Quid Pro Quo | sopejinsunflower

Dream Girl | nmjoon-n

Rival Academia | aseaofyoongi

Cat and Mouse | aaagustd

Too sweet | teenytinyjimin

Jin

Payment Plan | trivia-yandere

Oh Baby | k00sblogger

Yoongi

Angel | sailoryooons

So it Goes | prodagustd

A New Rhythm | sluttywoozi

Three tangerines | kithtaehyung

Wife | mggsv

Jhope

"Missed you." | dilfhoseokie

Daisies | jeonaachu

Jimin

Disease | piedinthepiper

Camping | swanlakebaby

Missing You | swanlakebaby

My girl | k00sblogger

Daddy's Home | lovecoree

Taehyung

His Special Secret | kooktrash

Craving You | hoseokhasmyheartxx

The End is You and I | yonkimink

Distraction | lovecoree

Jungkook

Malibu | joonberriess

Seven | joonberriess

All mine | tanniefm

Side B!tch...? | bubbbii

Sunkissin' | peachyjeonss

Wild Thoughts | sxtaep

On and Off | gashinabts

The Broken Vow | lleldey

Blackout | jjungxkook

Long Way Home | sparklingchim

Over The Odds | jungk0oksthighs

Between Roommates | kooktrash

Shut Up and Kiss Me | ahgasegotarmy116

I miss you, I'm sorry | teenytinyjimin

Let me take care of you | ahgasegotarmy116

Nothing Serious | kooqitas

OT7/Multiple Members

Boyfriend for Hire | remedyx

All Bite, No Bark | spiderlilyserendipity

3 strikes | mapofthesea

Wolves in Sheep's Clothing | peachypinkgloss

Agains The Odds | jungk0oksthighs

WWE

Jey Uso

White Lies | tribalhoochie

We Ain't Going to Bed Angry | rays-hunter01

She My Bestfriend, Yeah We Ain't a Couple | kyleoreillylover

Mr. Right Now | femdisa

Massage. | miyuhpapayuh

Chasin' | southerngirl41

Warm | msbigredmachine

This is Cinema | romanreignseater

Baecation | tribalhoochie

Jimmy Uso

I Hate You Too | femdisa

Dressing Room. | miyuhpapayuh

Beauty Calls | aintnorainbows

Pull Up | harmshake

It's A Scream, Baby | theninthwonder

Stay By My Side | aalyssah

Tension | visionarymode

Permission | theninthwonder

Can you focus on me? | pr0wlerpunk

Roman Reigns

Lingerie Fun | strawberry-milku

Can't Handle It | visionarymode

Under His Spell | southerngirl41

Forgotten Kisses | uceyreiignss

Michael B. Jordan/Erik Killmonger

I get high, high, high | cocoa-puffs

Just Friends | cocoa-puffs

Freshout | cocoa-puffs

Domesticity | cocoa-puffs

In the Morning | nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Office Bae Series pt. 1, pt. 2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6 | nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Neighbors to Lovers pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4| nahimjustfeelingit-writes