#i seriously don't even know what to do with this ask
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Hellloooo🖤 I’m the anon who asked about the Safehouse story!
My brain, unfortunately, is not nearly as wrinkly as yours so I cannot come up with creative ideas like you 😂 BUT! I have a few ideas? Maybe? If you can call them that lol.
Was the spanking the first physical interaction they had? What did the morning after that look like?
What happens if reader has a nasty mental health episode & tries to hide it from Ghost?
Does the pet thing progress? I think we all know that Ghost has a thing for the pet play. I don’t even care, that’s totally canon for me at this point.
Would you ever consider writing about the general dynamic they have? Like the “rules” Ghost might have for them?
Totally and completely a self indulgent ask from someone who just had to pull themselves out of a nasty mental health episode lmao I’m so sorry please ignore this if it’s annoying or dumb!
shh i love all of these. i have so many thoughts now / prev
cw: dubcon d/s lifestyle. petplay. controlling behaviour. possessiveness. panic attacks. toxicity. noncon collaring. financial manipulation. mention of self harm. brief fluff.
Your thing with Simon is hard to contextualise.
Or even understand, really.
Parts of it are welcome. He asserts himself in a way you haven't found in the nobodies you've hooked up with previous, happy to fuck you dumb if it means you'll surrender yourself completely. Which you do. You listen intently and follow every direction he gives in bed, and as a reward he wrings orgasm after orgasm from your squirming body. You cum more in one week than you have in the past month, never not naked and sore, wrists tender from where he anchors his hand to keep them pinned above your head. You hear puppy more than your own name, at this point. And it's a concerning because– Well...
You don't mind it.
But you still don't like him.
It isn't like you necessarily need to like your partners in order to have a good time, but it certainly helps if you can tolerate them beyond a dick-in-hole condition. Simon is an anomaly in that he is the worst person you know, whilst also serving as the best lay you've ever had.
That is to say, his habits haven't changed. He's a fucking terror to live with. Nightmare flatmate, the type you see strangers complain about on reddit forums or hear in a friends story from their sister's husband's cousin. Not something you would take seriously until you live the experience – now existing as a sore, precautionary tale you'll no doubt be pitching to anyone also considering subleasing their place as a safe house.
Perhaps it's made worse by the sexual element you share. Before, he had just been your average perverse man, stealing clothes and walking in on you in the bathroom. Now, it seems that sleeping with him has given him the go-ahead to push that behaviour to an extreme. He'll pat your ass while you go about your business, or tug your hair when you raise your voice. Treats you like a pet that has yet to be debarked; just a silly, sub-human way of entertainment.
You can't help but feel you enabled it. But no–
The pet play is cute when he's drilling your brains out – and perhaps only because you can't think straight enough to raise concern – but you're not a dog. Nor do you want to be treated like one throughout all hours of the day. The onus is on him for not catching the hint.
But of course, accountability isn't in his lexicon.
Things only get worse from there.
"An' where d'you think you're going?"
You're halfway out of the door when he catches you leaving.
If you had been more iron-willed, you would slip out and scurry away before he can continue whatever spiel he has stirring. Instead, it's instinct to shrivel in on yourself, clicking the door shut before turning to face the behemoth waiting in the foyer.
"Out." You huff, intent on cold-stoning him. But it's a fools game when your opponent in the broad-shouldered lieutenant – for he merely cocks his head, waiting your silence out with more silence, and it's all you can do to bite your tongue against the deluge of excuses that pile up. "My mates thought it would be a good idea to catch brunch. Y'know– to celebrate the start of summer break. It's a nice day out so..." You gesture to your attire, like you have any reason to justify a sundress to some man you are in no way committed to.
But you can read the possessive gleam of his eyes as they take stock of your appearance: from your expensive mules, up your moisturised legs, to the low cut of your décolletage. It's easy to connect it to that look he had when you came back home that fateful night, the look of warning before he'd taken you over his lap and slapped your ass raw.
And for some odd reason, you're compelled to dig yourself out of trouble.
"Hm. It is a nice day, innit?" You nod a bit too quick. He stalks closer. "Lots of people out." Your nod is a little less enthusiastic. He's centimetres away now. "Some bad, bad men too."
He lifts the ends of your dress, slowly. Your next words quiver on their way out your chest. It's alarming to find that they don't sound nearly as assertive as you intend for them to be, not like they do horny.
"Where are you going with this?"
Your skirt pools around your hips now, held up by one hand as the other smooths over with the gusset of your panties.
"You plan on lettin' them have at this puppycunt? Have I not been givin' it enough attention?" He mockingly coos, pressing harder against the mound between your legs. Your knees grow weak. Not of your own accord, but weak nonetheless, and you have to hold onto his wrist to keep yourself upright. "Is tha' it?"
"N-No–"
"No? But that's what they'll think seeing you walk around like this, silly thing. Poor, neglected mutt, they'll say. Don't have a firm hand to keep 'er in line." Simon tuts, releasing his grip on your dress to pull something out of his back pocket. With the way he crowds into you, you can't crane your head to see what it is. "Now we can't have tha'. I spoil my girl rotten, wouldn' you say?"
"Yes. Yes but–"
"No buts, pup. Have ta stake my claim on you somehow." Something clicks. All too suddenly, you're made aware of the new weight on your neck. It tightens against the column of your throat – not enough to constrict your airways, but enough so that it hinders the way you move. "There we go. So pretty like this."
Panic seizes you, the steel fist of paralysis capturing your muscles in a vice-like clutch. Even as Simon pulls away, you're almost scared to find yourself in the nearest mirror. Scared of what you'll find dangling between your collarbones. There's no mistaking the textured leather that presses against your skin, nor the soft clink of metal hanging from it. No fooling yourself that this is all some cruel joke, not with the sick leer of satisfaction that warps his face.
Stumbling, you navigate to the bathroom and blindly turn on a light.
That cruel fuck.
"Simon," Your voice is devoid of the anger you feel roaring through your veins, circuiting through the frenzied stutter of your heart to find new passion. Instead, you sound horrified. Near hysterical, choking on your own pleas as you run back to the foyer. Your hands tug at the collar clasped around your neck, desperately searching for a buckle that will aid you in ripping it off, despite seeing the lock latched right at the centre that tells of its permanence. What's more, he had it engraved with a crude variation of a dog collar tag. If lost, leave alone. Or else count your days. "S-Simon, Simon please. Fuck– take it off. Take it off, take it off! I don't want this, I don't want... This isn't funny. I'll change if that's what it takes. Please."
Snot bursts from your nose, cheeks wet with a hot mess of tears. You can't suppress the hiccups that interrupt your begging like pathetic shots to the chest, or the weak hits you beat across his pecs. If you could, then perhaps he would give your tantrum more weight.
As it stands, you're nothing but a feral creature resisting training.
"Shhh. Pets can' speak. Pets don't cry." His thumbs press to your under eyes, tamping the flow of brine that mark steady tracks from your lashes. "You'll ruin your makeup like this."
"Si–"
He stare hardens into something dangerous. Against your better judgment, you clamp your lips shut.
"That's it. You're s'good when you listen to me, pup." Once he's sure you've stopped crying, he removes his thumbs to instead push one into your mouth. You can taste the salty residue of your tears on his fingertips. "Now, this is the bes' of both worlds, see? You can go see your friends with this on. I know pets need their playtime, af'er all."
You arch your back in protest, but all that does is bring you closer to the lieutenant. He misinterprets that entirely, of course, and a small smile breaks his face like you've agreed to his terms. A heavy palm pats your ass.
"S'jus' so you don't forget who you belong to." He chuckles. "An' if your friends like the idea, then I have a few friends for them."
You make it one block before hightailing back home.
Nothing in you wanted to give that bastard the satisfaction, but he made it so that whatever you chose to do – stay home or leave wearing a symbol of his ownership – he'd end up triumphant. Naturally, then, you opted for the lesser of two evils: to leave his vicinity immediately. Besides, you'd promised your girls you'd see them after going AWOL the past fortnight, and you knew you'd get an earful if you decided to reschedule at the last moment.
You thought you would convince them it was a bet. That the collar is just some silly joke you have to bear for the day after a football match didn't go in your favour.
But you make it one block before a tradie on his lunch break catcalls you (you about that freaky ting, beautiful?) and decide to change course completely.
You arrive back at your flat without further incident. Ego stung from the various odd looks you received on your way, but nothing as egregious as being singled out as a freak in the midst of a crowd occurs again.
Still, your hands shake as you push your key into its slot.
Which progress to full body tremors as you turn it in place.
Thankfully, Simon isn't waiting on you on the other side of the door. He sits, manspreading on the couch instead, focus zeroed in on the telly that broadcasts Fulham v Man City. When he doesn't look away, you allow yourself to hope he hadn't heard you come in. But it's a naive pool to place your faith in. Nothing escapes the man, and soon enough, his tone of humoured indifference shatters the silence you've been precariously trying to keep.
"Miss me 'lready?"
A wretched sulk, pit of anger hollowing out anew. You swiftly snatch your laptop from the breakfast bar before storming to your room, making sure to lock the door firmly behind you.
The website is bookmarked. Taunting. Sublet your home as a safehouse for our armed forces. Serve your country and help soldiers find refuge. You would laugh if you weren't so single-minded, typing in your email and password upon being prompted to. You don't have to deal with this shit any longer, nor do you intend to. If you remember correctly, there had been a way to report any problems you face. If you phrase yours right, you might just get Simon pulled from your services.
Good dick be damned.
But when you hit enter to sign in, an error message blinks in red.
Account does not exist.
Which is fine. Shit like this happens all the time. There's no reason to work yourself into a panic, you probably just used the wrong email.
So you try your alternate. Account does not exist.
It feels unlikely, but maybe you'd created it under your school email to give yourself credibility. Only–
Account does not exist.
Your blood pressure is no doubt sky high by now. Other symptoms of stress already start to wrack through you – blurry vision, chest aches, difficulty breathing. Your hands sweat excessively as you dig for the customer care number you're sure exists somewhere, efforts impaired by the ever-present weight of the collar around your neck. You wonder if Simon can smell your anxiety like a predator does its prey. If he's in the other room, salivating, waiting for you to wobble out of your room to go for the kill. Some part of you – a needlessly paranoid part – rests on the conclusion that this is somehow his fault too.
Your phone already rings in an outgoing call once you blink back to the present. While you've been functioning on autopilot, you must have found a number to call that related close enough to your issue.
And your suspicion is confirmed when an automated voice picks up. You are currently... second... in line.
It takes five minutes. When a placating woman speaks up amidst the nauseating music they have queued, you can hardly contain yourself from word-vomiting onto her. Safehouse signup. Lost account. Need to report an issue. Please. It's urgent.
"Okay ma'am. If you could give me your name, I'll be happy to find the source of your problem today." You can't spell it out any faster. "Alright. One moment, please."
"O-okay." You sniffle miserably.
"I see. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but it seems that you've been pulled from the program after a complaint was lodged against you. Unfortunately I can't provide more detail than that, but if you need anything else, I would be happy to assi–"
You hang up. The poor thing doesn't need to hear the incensed scream that tears from the deepest parts of you, or the following crack as you chuck your cell at the wall. She'd done what she could. It isn't her fault. It was that self-serving bastard that had you blacklisted from the only thing keeping you financially afloat. It is that that self-serving bastard that continues to occupy space inside your home, despite having no real right to it now.
The tantrum isn't near cathartic enough to unfetter you from your prison of aggravation, and you continue to take it out on everything in your near radius. Your duvet and pillows. The lotion you keep by your beside table. Your own skin, nails piercing into the soft flesh of your palms.
And especially the collar constricting your throat, like vines that tighten at the first sign of struggle.
You have to get this collar off. Even if you fail at everything else, you have to get this collar off.
Scrambling off your bed, you turn your room upside down looking for a bobby pin or a knife. One is unquestionably the safer bet, but you know you'll sit for hours trying to pick the lock that keeps you shackled – so when you find the boxcutter sitting at the bottom of your junk drawer, you immediately take it to your neck.
Just as Simon barges into your room.
You're so far gone, you don't even question how this must look to him. In fact, it doesn't occur to you that you locked your door, and that the only way he could've gotten in is by having a replica of your key. No. You merely twist away from the all-encompassing hold he wraps around your arms, determined to keep the boxcutter away from his confiscation until you can slice through the leather.
But you're crying. Visibly, alarmingly unstable. And Simon's breaths are a little faster than normal, faltering in a way they only do when he's close to climax. He must be worried, which is a funny thought, seeing as he's the reason you're in this mess.
"Alright thas– that's enough of that." He grunts after managing to pry the blade from your hand. You hardly mourn the loss, rather crumbling in on yourself as your sobbing escalates. No longer frustrated, nor determined. Just primed into a suffocating panic attack.
Somewhere in your auditory periphery, you hear the clinking of glass. It doesn't register until he holds a vial of lavender extract you keep under your nose, forcing you to inhale the medicinal aroma. Soon enough, your mouth opens to swallow gulps of unscented air alongside it, and the imposed breathing exercise calms you to a point of blubbering calm.
(For someone so apathetic, you admit he handled that expertly.)
That isn't the end of it, though. Moments later, you're lifted off your feet. He cradles you in both arms as he makes his way to your bed, sitting up against the headboard and placing you on his lap. Safe. Undisturbed.
You say nothing, pressing your wet face into his shirt. For comfort, first and foremost, but the makeup that'll undoubtedly stain the white fabric is an added bonus.
"Know this is hard for y'to understand, pup." Simon begins. "Hard for you ta wrap your head around ownership after bein' alone for s'long. I won't punish you for tha'."
"Y-You don't own me." You accuse.
He shakes his head in response, like your mind is truly as little as he claims. Like you're a dog, complete with two ears and a tail, and he plucked you off the street on the condition that you heel.
If anything, he's the stray.
"Oh, but I do." A large hand rubs circles on your back. Never have you been so conflicted, so torn between leaning in and biting back. "Just don't see it yet, pet. Bu' you will, in time. And in the meanwhile, we'll establish some ground rules to help you adjust."
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you're not that bad of a study partner
xiao diluc kaeya childe wriothesley lyney alhaitham x gn!reader
studying with them. romantic fluff.
reupload from my previous blog ; @.i23kazu.
[ ♡ ] xiao
he's the one who has the noise-cancellation headphones, blacklisted apps activated kind of student. everything is on lockdown and on do not disturb mode – he doesn't even get texts from his parents – please don't disturb him. poke him with your pen and you'll just see him roll his eyes at you– no, seriously- it's not worth it! admittedly, xiao is also a really good student ; always on task, even for the subjects that he absolutely despises. ask him to tutor you and he might grumble and groan, but what happens when the tutor falls in love with his student? only one way to find out.
[ ♡ ] diluc
possibly the class rep and one of the harder ones to get close to. studying with him is a express ticket to resources that teachers had given him because of his high-class status. he's not proud of it – diluc genuinely believes that each student deserves the chance to have the same access as him – which is why he's willing to share it with you as well. we didn't even have to meet up, you could just have sent it over- you whine, but the tinge of crimson on his cheeks is a telltale sign that perhaps he needed- no, wanted, this excuse.
[ ♡ ] kaeya
the teasy study buddy. watch him annoy the hell out of you– of course you know he's teasing, but sometimes it hurts. "haha, i thought i taught you this already? does the little bunny not have enough space in there?" he taps your head with his pen. it's only when your face crumples and you start to mumble out apologies, teardrops cockling your paper – that he panics. "shit- i'm so sorry– how can i make it better?" he wipes your tears away gently with his thumbs – a true gentleman owns up to his mistakes. he makes it up with a sweet kiss and a stack of gift cards to your favourite cafes.
[ ♡ ] childe
he's the study partner friend who keeps you going, truly. if sunshine was bottled up and wrapped with a bow and had an orange cap, it would be childe! watching your face fall after staring at algebra simply won't do for him, no, no. let him lead you as he tugs on your hands outside of the study room, and just let your feet follow in his footsteps – you'll find yourself outside the library cafe. he takes out his wallet from his pocket and grins at you. "alright, it's on me! what do you want?" maybe his wallet is a little lighter, but so is his heart, once he sees your face light up.
[ ♡ ] wriothesley
wriothesley is the one who has it all planned out. first, you'll start studying at 10pm... which is a little late, but it's alright. you'll get tired around midnight, which will be when he offers you the first cup of warm chamomile. "won't this put me to sleep?" you whine, accepting it from him anyways. he chuckles and runs his hands through your hair, replying that it's never worked on him. true enough, you start getting sleepy around half past one – finally leaning against his shoulder, your arms going slack. kissing your head, he drapes a blanket around you. good night.
[ ♡ ] lyney
the one who sits besides you, cracking jokes every now and then! but when it's time to study, he can buckle down and start doing work –that's just lyney – the human on and off switch. there's something about him doing work while twirling his poker cards in his hands that's just so mesmerising – a stare a moment too long catches his eye, and he immediately jumps into doing a trick for you. get back to work!, you laugh and playfully swat his shoulder, turning back to your own paper. he chuckles in return, and unbeknownst to you, turns back to look at his own work with a smile.
[ ♡ ] alhaitham
alhaitham can be stricter as a study buddy – he's stern with distractions, wanting you to keep your phone to the side as he's explaining concepts – yes, concepts you learnt, but never understood. "hey, eyes here. did you understand, or do i need to go through it again?" he sounds bored, and you feel sorry for him. you mumble a soft i understand back, and he sighs and tells you to take a break. "look up." your eyes trail up from your tear-soaked papers, and instinctively close as he presses a sweet kiss to your forehead. "please believe in yourself just as i believe in you." he utters softly. you've never seen alhaitham act so tenderly before.
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Probably dumb question from a trans guy who's struggling with actually physically and socially transitioning. I am a short, skinny, and relatively quiet human, and while I undoubtedly feel myself to be male internally and want my body to reflect that, I feel like nobody would ever take me seriously or find me attractive if I transitioned, or that I don't have what it takes to pass as a man in general due to people relentlessly perceiving me as feminine and female even when I do everything in my power to present otherwise.
I guess I'm just wondering if transitioning is even worth it for me? I'm almost 30, so I've lived as I am a long time, and as much as it makes me miserable and cuts me off from a lot of joy and vitality in life, it's all I know. I *think* I would feel better, have more confidence etc. if people perceived me as who I really feel myself to be, but the thought that there's a lot of people out there who would never accept that, and would rub it in my face that they still see me as something I loathe being seen as, makes me feel pretty hopeless about the whole situation.
No need to answer this if it's too personal a topic or anything, just wanted to run it past you since I admire you quite a bit, and you seem to have a lot of stuff figured out that I'm still working towards.
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You sound pretty confident about it being something you can't be happy without, and honestly, testosterone is a hell of a drug, so even if you won't be astonishingly hot as a guy, you'll still read 100% as male in a couple of years. Look at the before-after pictures and progress timelines of trans men, especially HRT timelines, even the ones who don't end up looking like Kratos from God of War just turn out into completely normal-looking regular guys. There are plenty of short, skinny, and quiet cis men too, and they aren't so rare that normal people meeting you for the first time would start suspecting you to be one of those 1% minority people they've heard about.
I've also had friends who know I'm trans genuinely just forget about it. This one time a friend whom I have known since we were 15 - ten years before I started testosterone - get confused when I mentioned that my gym teacher at the time always wore electric blue mascara. She asked me which teacher was that, and only when I clarified that I was talking about the female gym teacher at my school, did she remember that I was in girls' gym classes. The thought that my school had the most flamboyant drag queen makeup wearing boys' gym teacher felt like a more plausible option than remembering that I was legally classified as a girl in school back when we met.
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Omg, CONGRATULATIONS LITTLE BEAN 🎉 I'm so so happy and proud of you ❤️ Your writing is great, and I can't wait to see you expand and unleash your creativity even more!
I'd love to ask for "asking them what they first thought of you" with either Bakugo or Dani, whatever suits you better 🫰🏻
Asking Them What They First Thought Of You
Katsuki Bakugou x Reader
Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Reader
Details: mm nothing crazy but bakugou drops the L WORD also dabi might be ooc 😪
Word Count: 531
HII omg thank you for this request and kind message tee hee im so sorry i responded late T^T so i will give you both dabi and bakugou!!
Dabi:
"hey dabi, what did you think about me when we first met?"
dabi's face scrunched up at that question. he didn't really remember, if he was being completely honest, he just knew he was extremely wary of you since he didn't know anything about you at the time.
but, he did notice that you didn't let his distant personality bother you, and that meant something to him.
he played with a lock of your hair, twirling it around his fingers as he thought of an answer. "i dunno, i just know i didn't trust you." he said, making you frown up at him.
"you can't be a little more romantic about it?" you grumbled, making him let out a husky laugh.
"sorry, romance isn't really my thing. but if it makes you feel better, i did think you were hot."
you smacked him on the shoulder, "shut up!"
he hissed, "ouch, you pack a punch huh?"
you humphed and flexed your arm, "you bet i do."
he laughed lightly and looked up at the ceiling, "seriously though, i didn't trust you at all in the beginning and i definitely thought you were attractive... but then you helped me learn how to trust you, so i started to think of you as a good person. better than me, at least."
since dabi was looking away, he didn't notice the tears welling up in your eyes and only realized you were crying when he heard you sniffle.
"dabi! that's so sweet." you cried, "y-you've never said anything so cute before."
he groaned, "yes i have!"
you ignored his words and wiped your nose on his shoulder, making him sigh.
Katsuki:
"katsuki! what did you think about me when we first met?"
"i thought you were annoying." he replied immediately, making you pout.
"be serious! i know you don't mean that."
he sighed and closed his eyes while he thought of an answer, opening them a few seconds later and turning to face you.
"i guess i thought you were pretty interesting, unlike every other extra we know-"
"what have i told you about calling people extras?" you asked, cutting him off and making him grumble.
"anyways - you weren't as annoying or dumb as everyone else so i allowed you around me." he said and crossed his arms.
you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and laid your head on one of them, "are you sure it wasn't my good looks and charming personality?"
he smiled and moved you around slightly so he could wrap his arms around you instead. "maybe that was a part of it, but only a little bit." he teased.
you laughed, knowing he was only messing with you.
he smiled at your laughter, happy that you knew he was joking with you. that was something that a lot of people misunderstood about him. qmost of the time his harsh words and tone had no meaning behind them, but not everyone knew that. so when you came around and you immediately caught onto that, he knew he had to keep you around.
"love you kats" you said, voice muffled by his chest that you were squished in.
"mm, love ya too."
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Undercut | Patri Guijarro x Reader
+18 minors please do not read it.
A/N: English is not my first language and is my first time writing this type of content, sorry if is bad and for the mistakes.
“Hello my love!” you greeted Patri as soon as you opened the door to your shared apartment, knowing that this weekend neither of you had any obligations and you were alone at home.
Patri appeared seconds later down the hallway wearing her signature smile to meet you. She was wearing an old Barcelona t-shirt, as well as some old training pants that were slightly stained with paint on different parts cause you both have been trying to paint some walls in your home and Patri was doing that right now.
“Hello, my love? Is that all you have to say? Are you sure of it?” Patri says and her words make you stop in your tracks not sure of what to say or do.
“Hey baby, what's wrong with you? Are you angry? Did something happen? Did I do something wrong?” You asked, surprised, because that same morning you had left her having breakfast happy with life after saying good morning properly, with orgasms.
“Yes, I'm angry,” Patri responds
“With me?” You still couldn’t believe her words, not understanding anything at all.
“Of course, who is it going to be with if not?”
“Have I done something wrong?”
"Something very very bad pretty girl," Patri said and you laughed as worry was lifted from your shoulders, it couldn't be anything that important or bad if Patri put it that way.
“Oh I get it now, So we're in a funny mood, huh?” You joke.
As you say that you try to get closer to Patri to give her a kiss but she attacks you with the brush she is carrying, leaving a small trail of black paint on your cheek.
“Please take me seriously, my love. I don't think the fact that you don't value my life is a funny thing. I’m really mad at you right now” Patri says in a serious tone.
“What are you saying, baby? I don’t get it” You questioned surprised. “What fly has bitten you?”
“You don't realize what you've done, do you? it hasn’t even crossed your mind”
You shook your head as Patri twirled the brush in the air in circular motions.
"Turn around right now," Patri demanded.
You did what Patri asked you without hesitation but did not understand anything that was going on.
“As I said before, you definitely don't take my health into account at all while you do things,” Patri says, her serious tone still up.
“Patri…” you started to talk as you were starting to worry a lot about Patri’s words.
“Patri, nothing. You are foolish and reckless if you think you can shave the back of your head without warning and expect both me and my panties to survive," she said in a serious tone and you just couldn’t not burst into laughter as you turned to face Patri again.
"Oh thank god I was so worried, so that's it ummh? You like my new haircut?" You said mischievously and approached until you cornered Patri against the living room table.
“Well, of course, that's it” Patri responded after biting her lower lip because of the sudden closeness you are in. “You have played with my life. My heart almost stopped when I saw the story on Instagram. You should had warned me first”
“Oh really? And has your little heart recovered?” You asked while you put your hand through the collar of Patri’s shirt to check her racing heartbeat and, in the process, massage her left breast. “Oh, I don't think so.”
"Now I'm far worse than before," Patri confessed and launched herself into your mouth, licking your lower lip and then invading your mouth with her tongue.
You responded back to Patri’s passionate kiss and wrapped your hands around her waist, pulling Patri as close as you could to you.
“You want to play? Are you sure your heart can handle it?” You offered against her mouth and then bit her neck as Patri eagerly nodded to let you know she was okay with what was going to happen. “Well then first put down that devil's brush please.”
Patri left her brush on the table and grabbed the back of your neck with both hands, running her fingers frantically over the shaved area on the base of your neck. After giving you a look full of desire Patri kissed you again and conquered your lips again.
"My goodness, baby," Patri gasped between kisses. “It turns me on a lot. I don't think I've ever been so horny for a haircut in my life.”
“That is a really strong statement, Patricia Guijarro. I would love to know if it’s really true, let me check it out please" You said as you directed your hand to her pants, feeling Patri’s sex above the fabric of her panties, and you didn't have to touch much to confirm that it was true. “Well I can confirm flooding in the basement, so I’m going to proceed to check it out and to assess the damage.”
“You are so stupid sometimes”
“ Me? stupid?” You questioned a smile on your face.
“Yes, you. Please let's go to bed and keep this up”
At Patri’s order, you slowly raised your hand to the edge of her pants, grabbing the waistband to pull her into your room and continue what you already started. Once there, the assault began again. Patri licked your chin then attacked your neck and finally pulled the edge of your shirt with her mouth, thus indicating how much the garment bothered her.
"Take your shirt off," Patri demanded.
“Baby my hands are a little busy at the moment” You responded, pulling on her panties and then releasing them and gently grabbing the area, getting a moan from Patri as a result of the fabric rubbing against her sex.
Patri clicked her tongue when she had to remove her hands from your neck, but with skillful movements, she got rid of her shirt and did the same with yours in a matter of seconds.
You took advantage of the moments of separation to remove the rest of your clothes, leaving yourself in your thong and lying Patri on the bed to then take her pants away and throw them somewhere on the floor of the room.
Immediately one of your hands regained its previous position, placing itself again on top of Patri’s panties. You made your way from the tiny moles on her neck to her breasts with your mouth, leaving a trail of kisses and taking pleasure in the moment to provoke Patri's loud moans.
After giving Patri’s breast a well-deserved attention, you made the rest of the journey towards the south, leaving a wet trail along Patris's body, until you came across the only piece of clothing that separated the both of you. You licked her sex over the fabric, placing special emphasis on her clitoris, trying to keep pushing Patri’s buttons and keep getting out of her those moans you love to hear.
“Please, baby no more teasing,” Patri asked, while grabbing your hair to try and push you into giving her what she wanted the most.
“These are the wettest panties in history” You whispered while playing with the elastic of them to keep pushing Patri’s buttons and not giving her a release yet.
“See how I wasn't exaggerating... I'm going to explode. Please baby I need you so bad” Patri says with desperation in her voice.
“I do not have doubts about it, baby girl”
After one last bite over the top of the garment, you removed it to sink straight into Patri’s folds. You collected Patri’s moisture with your tongue, taking charge of teasing her more and more until she reached a climax in your mouth in record time, you only need a couple long licks and a hand on her clit for that to happen. You continued your attention until her body completely relaxed. You then made your way back to her mouth, wrapping her in a passionate kiss.
"You're so sexy when you cum," you whispered against her neck.
Patri caught your lower lip and pulled it, then gave me a scorching look.
“Take off your thong and lie face down,” Patri commanded you.
You bit your lip at her dominant attitude and did as she asked, staying propped up on your elbows. You could feel the weight shift on the mattress as Patri moved on it, but you didn't feel her touch. You turned your head to meet her gaze, which shamelessly traveled through all the nooks and crannies of your body and in that moment you felt watched and tremendously desired.
“You like what you see?” You asked.
“You don't know how much I love it, baby.”
With an agile movement, Patri positioned herself on top of you. Her hands went straight to surround your back, ending on your breasts. Her mouth frantically attacked your neck while she rubbed her hips in a back-and-forth that soaked the lower part of my back with her wetness. Patri began to explore your torso and ribs with her hands and then rested them on your abdomen. At the same time, Patri filled your shoulders and back with bites, also leaving wet kisses that made your skin crawl as they mixed with Patri’s agitated breathing. Patri’s hands reached the height of your hips, then she rested on your buttocks, and at the same time, her mouth moved up again to attack your earlobe.
“Your neck is asking me to bite it while I fuck you like this, from behind. What do you think about that? Would you like it?” Patri asks you in a lower voice.
You moaned in anticipation and without warning Patri inserted two of her fingers inside you with ease. Patri left her hand practically still inside you so you understood that you were the one setting the pace of the thrusts Patri was making. The both of us moved in rhythm, while Patri enjoyed marking your neck with her teeth, running along your neck, and sometimes claiming your mouth too to try and keep your moans at bay.
After a couple of minutes with a steady pace, Patri introduced one more finger and with her thumb she stimulated your clitoris, giving you a wonderful orgasm in a few minutes. You let yourself fall completely limp onto the mattress, with Patri on top of you. Patri began to spread kisses along your spine until she reached the height of your face then descended from above you to settle next to you into the mattress. The both of us wore each other out with kisses while our bodies returned to calm.
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Drowning Poly Bat Boys x Female Reader
Warnings: Mention/thoughts of suicide, mental health, language
Cassian dramatically carried you inside the house of wind where Madja was waiting. "Seriously? They're just minor cuts." You argue as you see Madja waiting for you. "You're getting looked over." Azriel said as Cassian gently put you down in a chair. "Madja, I'm fine. I'm sorry they brought you up here for this." You apologize. "Better safe than sorry." She says as she looks over the cuts you sustained in the ambush. "Nothing some rest and salve won't be able to fix." Madja announces to you and your mates.
"Check her lungs." Cassian says. "Her lungs?" Azriel and Rhys question in unison. "I'm fine, Cass." You answer, ignoring Rhys and Azriel. "She almost drowned." Cassian informs them. "Better take a look. Just to be safe." Madja says as she examines your lungs and breathing. "You're making a big deal about nothing." You tell them. "Your lungs sound fine. Don't hesitate to reach out to me if you have any concerns." Madja says as she starts packing up. "You two keep an eye on her." Rhys says before he takes Madja home.
"I'm going to soak in a hot bath." You announce. "Alone." You add when you notice your mates moving to follow you. "I'll make you something to eat. What would you like?" Azriel offers. "I'm not hungry." You answer. "Princess, please. Even if it's just a snack." He pleads. "Please, Az. I just want a hot bath and to go to bed." You answer. "Alright, princess. Let us know if you need anything." He says, allowing you to retreat to the bathroom.
The house already has your favorite candles lit and the tub filling with hot water as you enter. You shut and lock the door behind you. You breathe a sigh of relief now that you're finally alone. You unlace your boots and slip out of your clothes before adding your favorite scented oils to your bath. The steam from the bath warms the room around you. You step into the massive tub and sink down to your neck. The hot water relaxes your muscles as you settle in.
Meanwhile, Cassian and Azriel are waiting for Rhys to return in the living room. "Do you have a shadow watching her?" Cassian asks. "Of course, why?" Azriel responds. "She nearly drowned." Cassian states. "I know, but I doubt she'll drown in the bath." Azriel says. "She knows how to swim. When I reached her, there was nothing dragging her down, and she didn't have any major injuries that would prevent her from treading water at least." Cassian says. "What are you getting at, Cass? Do you think she tried to drown herself?" Azriel asks, shocked.
"I don't know, let's just see what Rhys thinks." Cassian says as he anxiously waits. "What I think about what?" Rhys asks as he walks through the doorway. "Cassian's theory about y/n." Azriel answers. "What theory?" Rhys asks, confused. "She nearly drowned, but she can swim, and nothing was dragging her down, nor did she have any injuries that would prevent her from at least treading water." Cassian answers, deciding to just come out with it. "So you think she tried to drown herself. Where is she now?" Rhys asks.
"She's soaking in a bath." Azriel answers. "You think she tried to drown herself, and you're letting her soak in a bath without either of you watching her?" Rhys asks as his anger rises. "I've got a shadow watching her." Azriel replies. "How do we handle this?" Cassian asks. "Well, if we just come out and accuse her, she's going to be angry." Azriel says. "Can you enter her mind." Cassian asks Rhys. "Not without her permission and asking to would raise suspicion." Rhys answers.
Azriel's eyes widen as his shadow reports back to him. Cassian takes off towards the master bathroom, bursting through the door. "What the hell, Cass?!" You practically scream. "I thought you were in trouble." He admits as Azriel and Rhys fall in beside him. "Why would you think that?" You ask. "Well, Az's shadow-" he starts to answer, but you cut him off. "Of course, I couldn't get a moment to myself." You interrupt. "You tried to drown yourself! We were worried about you!" Cassian says angrily.
"What are you talking about?!" You ask. "You nearly drowned in the lake! We know you can swim, so why didn't you?" He questions. "You don't know what you're talking about! Now get out so I can get dressed!" You demand. "If you didn't, then prove it. Show Rhys." Cassian says. "Get out! All of you!" You demand. "If you won't show him, then it's true!" Cassian says. "Cass, give her some privacy." Azriel says as he pulls him towards the door.
Azriel and Rhys manage to get Cassian out of the bathroom before attempting to close the door. Cassian broke. You step out of the bath and dry yourself off. You pull on one of your shirts and a pair of sleep pants. Tears blur your vision as you realize how bad your mental health has become. You hadn't made the conscious decision to let go. You just sort of did. "Darling?" Rhys says gently from the doorway. Before you can blink, he's kneeling in front of you, "Darling, talk to me, please." He says.
"You have my permission." You manage to say through your cries. He pulls you into his lap and wraps his wings around you. "I don't care about that right now." He says gently. He sits there holding you as you fall apart. He rubs soothing circles along your spine to try to comfort you. He pulls your head to his chest as you grip his shirt. He feels your breathing even out as you settle down after a while. "Do you want to talk about it?" Rhys asks gently.
"I don't know how." You answer honestly, not sure where you'd even begin. "It's ok, darling." He says. "Can I show you?" You ask quietly. "Only if that is what you want. Don't feel like you have to because of Cassian or any of us." He says as he continues to hold you. "I do. It would be easier to show you than to try to explain it." You say. "If you're sure, darling." He says. "I'm sure, love." You answer. You feel his gentle caress against your shield before you lower it and grant him access.
His expression remains soft as you reveal everything you've been keeping to yourself recently. It all leads up to the moment Cassian pulls you from the lake. He sees the way you've been struggling, too afraid of being a burden to them. You feel him retreat from your mind and slide your shields back into place. He sees the shame and guilt lingering in your eyes. He ta,kes in how vulnerable you look as if you've visibly shrunk.
He notices your lip trembling, as he's about to try to comfort you he's interrupted by a knock. "Can I come in? I brought you water." Azriel says as his head peeks around the door. You just nod, not trusting yourself to keep it together if you speak. Azriel kneels in front of you, offering you the glass. You accept it and take a sip before passing it back to him. "Thank you." You say barely loud enough for him to hear. "You're welcome, princess." He says as he tucks some stray hair behind your ear.
"Ready for bed? You've had a rough day." Azriel asks. "What about Cassian?" You ask concerned. "Worry about him later. Let us take care of you." Azriel says. You let out a small yawn at the thought of sleep. "Come on, princess. Let's get you tucked in." Azriel says before helping you to your feet. Rhys following quickly behind as Azriel leads you to bed. Azriel helps you into bed as he pulls the blankets around you. He and Rhys stay by your side until you drift asleep.
Once they're sure you're asleep, they go back to the living room where Cassian is sitting on the couch. Rhys pulls out a bottle of amber liqour and 3 glasses. Azriel sits beside Cassian as Rhys pours the drinks, passing them out once he'es done. He takes a seat opposite Cassian and Azriel as he's e runs his fingers through his hair. "She asleep?" Cassian asks. "Yes, for the time being." Rhys answers before taking a long drink. "She showed me. She showed me everything related to todays incident." Rhys says quietly, waiting for the others to say something.
"How bad is it?" Azriel asks the same time as Cassian asks, "Why did she do it?" Rhys shakes his head, "It will be easier if I show you what she allowed me to see." They sit their drinks down before Rhys replays what you showed him for them. He watches his brother's reaction at their mates' hidden distress. Once he's done, the room is silent for several moments. "What can we do to help her?" Cassian asks. "You can start by talking to her." Rhys answers. "Then all we can do is offer support and help her in any way she asks." Azriel follows up.
You toss and turn in bed as you relive Cassian, pulling you from the lake in vivid detail. Eventually, you wake up violently coughing as the sensation of coughing up water comes back. Your door opens, and Cassian rushes to your side, followed quickly by Rhys and Azriel. "It's okay, baby. I've got you. You're safe." Cassian whispers as he pats your back. "Focus on my voice. Breathe with me, baby. Nice deep breaths. That's it, good girl." He praises as he pulls you from your panic attack.
As your eyes become clearer and more focused, he visibly relaxes. "There's my girl." Cassian coos as you come back to him. "Can we have a few moments alone, please." Cassian asks. Azriel and Rhys both look at you to make sure you're ok with that. You give them a slight nod before Rhys tells you they'll just be down the hall. Once the door closes behind them, your nerves take over, wondering why Cassian wants to talk to you alone. You start fidgeting with your hands before Cass gently places his hand over yours.
"I just wanted to apologize for earlier and the way I went about everything." He says. "Cass, it's okay. I realize how scared you were." You say, avoiding looking in his eyes. He lifts your chin so you're looking at him, "I still should've addressed it better with you, and in the future, I will try my best to do so." Cass says gently. "I love you, baby, and I never want to lose you like I almost did today." He continues. "I know. I'm sorry for putting you through that." You respond.
Tears line your eyes before you can try to blink them away, and they start to roll down your cheeks. "Oh, baby. Please don't cry." Cassian says. Within seconds, you're surrounded by all of them. "Darling, what's wrong?" Rhys asks, worried. "I just feel so broken, and you all deserve someone who doesn't put you through things like this." You say between cries as shame takes over your features. Azriel gently grips your chin and pulls your gaze towards him.
"Princess, you're not broken. You just need a little extra love somedays and luckily, you have the three of us to give you all the love and reassurance you need." He says as you feel their love overwhelming the bonds between you. "We're always going to be here for you every step of the way." Rhys says. "No matter how broken you think you are, we'll show you you're not." Cassian says confidently, "starting now." He pulls you into the oversized bed before Azriel and Rhys follow. They all settle in around you.
Azriel and Rhys on either side of you while Cassian lays between your legs, he head resting on your stomach. They've all got arms and wings drapped around you, surrounding you in a comforting cocoon. Azriel gently plays with your hair as Rhys presses soft kisses along your shoulder. Cassian gently caresses your side. All three are offering you soothing comfort and making you tired. Rhys smirks, seeing you trying to fight off the sleep. "Go to sleep, darling. You're exhausted and need sleep. You let out a yawn and settle into your mates. Gradually, you drift asleep, surrounded by their warmth and love.
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Twice Interactive Story Part 1149.5-1164.5 FFW (Sana)
'Ding.' You check your phone, it's a message from Sana, she sends you a selfie that she is wearing an unbuttoned red shirt, and she is sitting on your chair. 'Boss, Your Sana is waiting for you at office.🤫🤫, I am like a fountain when you are on sick leave the last few days.'
I don't respond until I get back to the office. "Well, I'm back today." I send back before strolling into my office. I start to plan out how I'm going to mention I'll be going away for a little bit.
You slowly walk into your room, Sana is still sitting on your chair, you only find out she is wearing but a pair of long stockings at the lower half of her body now. Her legs purposely rubbing your desk, catching your attention.
'Boss, our baby daughter is not here today. We can have as much fun as we can.' Sana smirks.
You walk closer, caressing her legs, and move your hand up to her jaw. You grab her jaw, giving her a gaze. 'Is my slut being loyal to your master when I am not here?'
'Yes, yes! Of course, Sana is loyal to boss! But Sana is so needy these days. Please, boss, reward Sana for her loyalty.' You can feel her lust in her eye, she is really being hungry for days.
You get her up and make her sitting at the table. Before everything starts, you need to tell her you will be on leave for a long time, actually you wouldn't mind Sana joining you, but Mina is seriously negative to this idea, you can only give up. You already left a room for Sana after the renovation, but the unstable emotion of Mina is making you not sure about it.
I get behind Sana and sneak my hands under her shirt where I squeeze her breasts. "Is my little slut going to be loyal to her master when he's gone on a trip?" I ask her before getting behind her ear and whispering, "because I'm going on a little business trip."
'A business trip? Where?' Sana seems a bit interested about your trip. 'Do you need your slut's accompany? She can help you to ease stress in the lonely night...' Sana whispers to you
'Or you are going to try some foreign taste? Wait, no, me and Mina are already a foreigner to you, isn't?' Sana seems confused herself when she tries to tease you.
You do not give her the chance to think. You squeeze her breasts harder and leave hickeys on her neck. The scent of her perfume slips in your nose, making you go more furiously. Sana loves using perfume. She would even make it herself after asking what scent you like.
Your another free hand is squeezing her legs, it's the first time you see Sana wearing stockings, and she is only wearing stockings. Your cock already harden and poking her ass, Sana knows you are ready, but her questions makes you stop.
'Are you going with Mina?'
"She said she couldn't go. Something about going to visit family." I start to rub Sana's cunt through her stocking in an attempt to distract her. "Let's just focus on you right now. We're all alone for once."
'Umm... Can you feel how wet I am?' Sana immediately forgets what she wanna say, and just moaning. You go rougher, and Sana moans louder, her stockings start to wet because of her nectar.
'Ah!' Sana squirts all over your hand, you gently flip her over, ready to give her what she has waited for too long.
Sana sees you start to untie the belt, she removes her stockings at the same time. You immediately stop her. ' No, Sana, keep it on.'
'Oh, you love stockings, do you, boss?' Sana winks at you and uses her legs to rub your crotch. 'Oh... Sana...' Your legs feel weak when Sana starts footjobing, and you sit on your chair.
Seeing your reaction, Sana smirks and increases her pace, 'Mina never do that for you huh?'
"No, she's never done that before." I thrust to help Sana with her footjob. "This is the first time I've gotten a footjob, I like it, but I think I'd like something else a little more." I say while rubbing Sana's thighs with my hands.
'Boss, why don't you try a complete footjob from me first? It would definitely feel good. We have a whole day, and both Mina and Tzuyu are not here today.' Sana smirks, one of her legs is jerking you, another one is rubbing your tips. The smooth stockings bring you to a new level of pleasure, Sana leans closer to let your play with her tits, and she guides you to squeeze her tits outside from the shirt.
The clothes on her make her look even more sexy than just naked, you just relax and lie on the chair, enjoying the services from your slut. 'Oh... Sana... you always give me so much surprise... Yes, there...'
'If Mina is not going with you, why don't you let I go with you. I can be your little secretary at the day and your little slut at the night. You are gonna have so much fun.' Sana teases you as she rubs your tips quickly, making you get lost in the sensation. 'Ah...'
"I would love to have my little slut come with me, but I'll be going alone. This is important, and I can't have any distractions." I repsond while I pinch and twist Sana's nipples.
'Am I a distraction for you, boss? I am glad that you think I am a distraction. It means I am still attractive to you.' Sana smirks.
'You really don't need someone to jot minutes for you in the meeting? Or seducing others for you?' Sana asks as she raises one of her legs right in front of your face. It is not as smelly as you expected. Instead, the mixture of her scent and sweat makes you even horny.
'It's even harder! I really don't know you like that, maybe I should not bath before you come to my place next time.' Seeing you keep breathing the scent from her legs, Sana smirks and rubs your face with her legs, teasing your lips with her toe.
I push her legs to the side and press myself against her body. "Enough of that. Let's get to the good part." I rip her stockings near her crotch and push my fingers into her cunt.
'If it's enough, then put it in, boss. I want it.' Sana licks your finger and seduces you. 'You wanna fuck me in those stockings, don't you?'
'Shut up, slut. So hungry, are you?' You playfully slap her face and withdraw your finger. 'Beg for it, prove how much you need me.' You rub her clit with your cock, waiting for her answer.
'Please, boss, master! I need your cock. I don't know when we can fuck again if you go on a trip. Please.' Sana says and starts sucking your finger.
'Good girl, turn around and get your reward.' You pat her ass, signaling her to turn around so you can fuck her from behind. Sana follows your instructions and arc her ass even higher, making her body shape more stand out.
'Do you want to cum on my stockings?' Sana turns around her head, biting her lips.
I ignore her and impale her with my cock. "I'll cum wherever I want." I pull her arms back as I thrust, feeling my cock go deeper. Sana's moans only make me go rougher on her.
'Please, boss. Please cum for me! I need your cum. I want to join your trip because I want your cum everyday. Please fill me, boss! Ah!' Sana reaches the orgasm quickly as you play with her body. Her legs feel weak and nearly fall down.
You hold her waist and keep fucking her, her moan is not as loud as before, the orgasm is too intense, making Sana loss control of her body. Sana sticks her tongue out and you can see saliva dripping from her lips. 'Ah... boss... fuck me...'
"I'll fill you up, Sana!" I hold onto Sana's waist pulling her onto my cock as I thrust. Knowing that I'm going to cum I bury my cock inside her and unload inside her.
'Ah!' Sana's body jerks when you start to fill her, your cock keep throbbing and unloading your seed in her tint pussy. After resting from the long sleep, your cum is much more than usual, although you reach her deepest spot, her pussy cannot contain all of your cum, the cum start dripping out from her clit.
You sit on your chair again and put her on your lap, the cum dripping out faster, the white seed slowly penetrate her black stockings. You squeeze her tits and kiss her neck, leaving handprints and hickeys on her body. You are declaring your ownership of Sana in the purest way.
'Boss... you bring me to heaven...' Sana says tiredly, she does not have the stamina to resist your naughty hand. 'I will be your slut forever, I am all yours.'
"My little slut forever. I'll make sure to use you well." I whisper into her ear while I squeeze her tits. "Clean me up," I say to her. Sana doesn't resist falling off my lap onto the floor, where she plops my cock into her mouth and starts to clean my cum and her nectar off it.
'Good girl.' You pat Sana's head, appreciate her effort on cleaning your cock. 'Any reward you want? You want more of my cum?' You ask and you push her head towards your crotch, only release it when she starts to chock.
'Ugh...' Sana did not stop sucking you despite her being out of air. 'Of course, I want Boss's cum. But I want to go with boss more. I can warm your bed at night. We can even fuck on street as no one know about us there.' Sana gives you a slutty eye.
'I am thinking of going for a sterilization, so you can use my more freely.' Sana whispers to your ear as she stands up.
"That’s not necessary, Sana." I grab her waist and pull her in my lap. "Is there anything else you want?" I say as I start to tease her ass. We've done your mouth and your pussy.
Sana winks at you and bites her lips, 'I wanna do more for you, boss. Please don't be hesitant to share your fantasy with me, Sana will satisfy your wish.' She says as she leans and sticks her tongue out, your tongue dancing in the air.
You tear another hole near her ass in the stocking, your teasing makes her horny and she grinds on your cock. 'Boss, you want my ass?' Sana removes her butt plug. 'Now I feel uncomfortable if it is not in my ass, would you help me?' Sana shows you the butt plug you give her.
"Of course, Sana," I press my cock against her gaping asshole and ram it inside without giving Sana a chance to adjust. I hold her down on my cock while whispering in her ear. "How does that feel? Does my little slut love having my cock in her ass?"
'Oh, yes. I can't live without something in my ass now, it has to be your cock. Ah, it's so big...' Sana moans in your ear as you start to moving her by grabbing her waist. Everytime she goes down, you thrust your hip to go deeper in her.
As Mina is not here today, you do not need to worry about her today. You go rougher and rougher as your lust takes over your mind. 'It's so big...' Despite Sana moaning in pain, you have no intention to slow down, you are focusing on your own pleasure. you already leave several handprints on her tits, the ways you squeeze her legs may leave lots of bruises if Sana removes the stocking later.
'Boss... Please cum with me... fill my ass...' Sana screams when she is on the edge of the orgasm. You find that something is missing despite Sana's ass milks you like a sucker, 'Oh, it's Tzuyu, she is not her today.' You suddenly remember, the absence of her moan makes you feel like something is missing.
I put Tzuyu out of my mind for the moment and thrust harder into Sana. Her moans push me closer to the edge, and I feel her ass grow tighter as she cums. Momenta later, I reach my climax and fill her ass with my cum. I hold onto Sana’s waist, forcing her to grind against me while I ride out my orgasm. “Did you enjoy getting your ass filled? We have to plug it up quickly so it doesn’t spill out of you.” I tell Sana.
'Ah... so warm...' Sana moans again as she feels your cum filled her ass. 'Can I use you as a plug? It's much more better than the real one.' Sana lays her head on your shoulder.
You fix her messy hair that stuck with her forehead, 'You really love my cock so much, do you?'
Sana grabs you for a kiss before she answers, 'I promised to be your slut for life, I won't cheat on you again. Of course, I love your cock and ...'
You kiss her again to stop her before she can finish, 'Then my slut need to behave well when I am not here.'
'I can't go with you for real? Mina won't know if it's a normal business trip.' Sana looks at you with a poor face. ' Ah, I got something.' Sana gets up from your lap and let you plug the butt plug in her.
Sana gets something from your drawer, she hides it behind until she sits on your lap again. 'Do you like it, boss?' Sana says as she shows you the thing, it's a chastity belt.
“I do,” I tell Sana, “You’ll be wearing this while I’m gone. I hope you got all your urges out right now, or else this will really be torture for you, Sana.” I play with her clit, “I’ll be gone for quite a while” I fuck Sana until the day is done, making sure she’s satisfied for the moment before looking back at the chastity belt. “Are you going to wear it now, Sana?”
You look at Sana, who is resting on your couch, waiting for her answer. Her tits bouncing heavily as she is still recovering from the orgasm.
'I am ready, but are you satisfied already, boss? Your trip is gonna without any girls. Or you wanna bring my stockings with you, so you can fap at night?' Sana teases you again as she sees you are rubbing her legs.
You never found that you have such an interest in Sana's legs until she wears stockings for you today. Her stocking is now full of scent of the mixture of her sweat and nectar, and even your cum. Her stocking is nearly damaged in the furious sex, especially her crotch area, the cum is keep dripping out from her pussy. The wrinkles on her red shirt makes her even look horny, she is just like a whore in this dressing, inviting any men to fuck her.
You slowly remove her damaged stocking so you can fit the chastity belt on her, but Sana stops you by stepping on your crotch with her legs, 'You really don't wanna cum on my stockings, your hands never leave them today?'
"Maybe when I come back. It'll be something to look forward to." I tell Sana as I continue putting the chastity belt on her. After that, I'll go take a bath at a bathhouse before returning home.
You help Sana to change in the spare clothes before leaving the office. Knowing you are addicted to her stockings, Sana did not throw the broken one, instead she put it in your drawers.
'You can bathe at my home, you know, I can help you clean your body.' Sana says before leaving your car. You are nearly tempted to the idea, but you know you ain't gonna leave very soon if you enter her house body.
'Goodnight, boss.' Sana kisses your cheek and leaves the car.
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suffering since forever
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natalia ruiz praying for all of you because at least i like my third wheel
arthur leclerc that's because joris has been stuck with you two since before you were couple
fernando alonso you can say it, since before they were sleeping together.
carlos sainz it's not like joris has a choice.
lewis hamilton and the rest of you do?
max jones-verstappen we don't. we do it subconsciously.
daphne jones-ricciardo like that makes it any better max.
rhys jones i bet it hurt when jorris got that wag of the year trophy and you didn't.
natalia ruiz who let the child speak?
isabella perez she says that because she's hurt.
natalia ruiz i'm not hurt by the 12 year old.
rhys jones I'M 15!!
lance stroll yet you act like you're 12
rhys jones i know your ass isn't talking
esteban ocon anyone ever tell you that you're scary?
rhys jones never to my face.
zoya torres joris doesn't deserve this heat. let's talk about freya's 3rd wheeling habit.
freya vettel shut your trap torres.
alex albon days like this make me glad that george and carmen love to go on double dates so we don't get stuck with any of you.
george russell and that's because i don't want to get stuck with them.
dulce perez fuck you guys we're delights.
pato o'ward i can't believe i ever thought you people were cool.
daniel jones-ricciardo WE'RE COOL!!
pato o'ward the only cool thing about you is your wife.
penelope trevino REAL!!
gael perez i think pato almost shit his pants when he learned daphne was in this group chat.
pato o'ward IT'S DAPHNE FUCKING JONES, WEY! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT FREAK OUT?
daniel jones-ricciardo *jones-ricciardo!!
pato o'ward i couldn't care less bitchiardo! i will forever pray for your downfall so i can marry your wife instead.
isabella perez he's so real for that. HURRY UP RICCIARDO THE REST OF US ARE WAITING!!
daniel jones-ricciardo if i ever die let if be known that one of you bitches was behind my death.
daphne jones-ricciardo you people are unbelievable.
natalia ruiz i'll be first in line. i've been waiting for his downfall for the longest time.
daniel jones-ricciardo
this is all your fault.
whatever it is you think i did i swear it was arthur.
charles what did you do?
nothing! what’s wrong amour?
i have a baby screaming for 'unca jo' bring him back now.
ma cherie, i wish i could but i have a race.
okay? send joris and you stay in china.
we only need unca jo, notre petite étoile doesn't need her papa. (our little star)
i know that was a joke but it still hurt. don't tell me that!
you still have a few years left until she's a teenager.
ne pouvons-nous pas avoir cette conversation? je ne suis pas prêt pour ça (can we not have this conversation? i'm not ready for that)
seriously charles ask joris to call me, even zoya's music isn't helping.
i'll tell him to call. just come to china.
i will hop on the first flight to china, do not joke about that.
max said he's sending the jet to pick you up.
god bless sophie for her son.
not jos?
never that man.
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unseen photo of baby jewel and her 'unca jo'
📸 - zoya because my fiancé and daughter have been stolen by his best friend.
and another unseen photo but this time it's pre-baby jewel, joris has been a third wheel since day 1!
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this one is a more wholesome one but it's still got it's sense of humor. can you tell i'm still watching greys?
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Batfam quotes as quotes from my dnd group (part 7)(last one of the semester :[ ))
Jason:“Since I contribute the most to the delinquency of minors I might as well get good beer”
Tim:“Krav Magav is how to seriously hurt someone as fast as possible”
Steph: "Like as a goal"?
Damian: "As a challenge."
Jason:“His pimp name is Snowball, dont laugh, its based on the cocaine"
Tim:“I was a much happier… child”
Steph:“Well that didn't last”
Jon:“You have the purest soul I have ever seen”
Damian:“And that's my deepest embarrassment”
Dick:“We aren't recruiting”
Jason:“You make it sound like your the favorite and your scared I would become the favorite”
Dick:“...Yeah that's exactly that”
Roy:“You are good friends with Jason but they also like bullying you, thats a good sign”
Cass:“Are you cursed”?
Jason:“No i'm myself”
Tim:“Even worse-”
Duke:“If we weren't gummy people right now- who knows what it would have done”
Bruce:“It wasn't your fault..”
Jason:“Shut the fuck up.”
Duke:“I think there are some rules”
Steph:“Ew I hate that, but you can say them”
Steph:“Oh don't worry i've been domesticated, I've been taught table manners”
Cass:“I don't think theres anything necessarily wrong with mass murders”
Dick:“Do you have a plan”?
Jason:“OH do I have a plan PSH- ask Timmy”
Tim:“He has no plan.”
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Aziraphale hate makes my brain hurt.
Like let's be really fuckin' for real here.
Neurodivergent fans have repeatedly said that Aziraphale is autistic coded. I agree with them. I have never been diagnosed but I wonder about myself. If only I could get a doctor to take me seriously enough to test me for it, but alas, I'm a 43-year-old woman living in the good ole US of A.
Those with religious trauma have repeatedly said that they identify with him as well. I'm one of those people. I endured 12 years of Catholic schools and just as much time being taught a very black and white view of things that I've had to spend more than 20 goddamn fucking years working to unlearn.
I find that my views as a survivor of religious abuse are often dismissed because people keep wanting to say "Aziraphale doesn't have religious trauma." Yes, thank you, I get that, but unless you've been indoctrinated and brainwashed into a very black and white view of the world, you probably don't understand the kind of feelings Aziraphale's onscreen experiences evoke in so many of us. Heaven might not be real, but the feelings of "God is always watching" still stick with me today even though I no longer believe in God. I have entirely denounced Christianity because of my own personal experience, and I refuse to allow people to try and guilt me or shame me for trauma that I didn't ask for. I wasn't given a choice.
As a child I was told that God was real and always watching everything you do (just like Santa Claus) and can hear everything you say and knows everything you are thinking. Do you know what I learned to do in order to cope with this overwhelming and anxiety-inducing information as a small child? I learned to censor my thoughts. I never spoke up, and I have always felt like I was putting on a show for people because I had to be who I was told to be or I would get into trouble.
Aziraphale said "poverty is a virtue" during The Resurrectionists, and as someone who grew up in the Bible belt and went to private schools, I was taught this very same shit by the Catholic church. He learned in that very same episode that "poverty is a virtue" is actually a tool of oppression to keep the poor poor and the wealthy wealthy. I know we all watched the episode. He went into that episode believing what he said, but by the end of it he knew it was actually utter bullshit. Aziraphale is not ignorant. He's highly intelligent, and he has never been too proud to admit when he has been wrong. He accepts that the information he learned before is not matching up with reality.
And it's so obvious some of you have zero experience with that type of indoctrination because of how very little empathy you show Aziraphale for his "mistake" of "choosing Heaven over Crowley" and "making Crowley sad" so clearly Aziraphale must somehow be "abusive" and "manipulative" and "selfish" and "self-centered" because he didn't choose to run away with Crowley at the end of season two.
First of all.
FIRST OF ALL...
Aziraphale has a mind of his own.
Aziraphale is always going to try and do what is right.
Aziraphale is an angel. He's a being of love. And the reason he's so "bad" at being an angel is because he actually wants to protect humanity. He has always loved humanity. He repeatedly has to contend with what is "right" versus what is "good" and "wrong" versus "evil". Yeah, he has flaws. He's an angel, not a goddamn fucking saint. He has lived on Earth for more than 6,000 years. He has seen everything. He loves doing human things.
He's obsessed with magic. It makes him so happy. He's not very good at it...well not when he's trying to put on a show for Crowley.
He chose to learn French the hard way, so even though he knows every single language in the world, he chooses to be mediocre at French. Something that annoys and amuses Crowley at the same time.
He loves to dance even though angels aren't supposed to dance, and dancing with Crowley was what he wanted the most.
He owns a bookshop and refuses to sell any of his books because they are books he's had for as long as there have been books. He will chase customers away from his collection, and Crowley understands how much they mean to Aziraphale because he refuses to sell any when Aziraphale leaves him in charge.
He and Crowley have been speaking to each other in coded language for more than 6,000 years. They have to be very careful about what they say because Heaven and Hell are always watching.
Heaven has photographs of Crowley and Aziraphale sitting or standing together throughout history. Hell had one photo of Crowley and Aziraphale actually working together and it was Aziraphale's quick thinking and how good he actually is at sleight of hand tricks that managed to get that photo out of Furfur's hands so he wouldn't be able to turn Crowley over to the Dark Council.
Aziraphale saved Crowley from being taken to Hell again. He wasn't able to save Crowley from Hell in Edinburgh, but he sure as heck managed to save Crowley from Hell during WWII. He took Crowley to his bookshop and showed Crowley that he stole the picture from Furfur. He saved Crowley.
You get that, right?
Aziraphale SAVED Crowley.
People always talk about how it's "always Crowley saving Aziraphale" because apparently heroic acts are only heroic when they are grand gestures. The sleight of hand wasn't heroic at all, am I right? It wasn't sparkly and showy. It wasn't interesting enough, therefore not heroic. At least that's all I'm hearing when people start with their "blah Aziraphale deserves to suffer because I have no imagination or ability to understand the media in front of me blah", and all these reasons he deserves to suffer is because Crowley almost got hurt.
Aziraphale did that without flinching and I watch that part closely every single time. He's not scared for himself. He's scared for Crowley, and he managed to hold onto that photograph. He did not fail Crowley. He protected Crowley.
And so here's another thing that we like to point out. The way that Aziraphale, an angel who is effeminate and male presenting, an angel who is soft and full of love, an angel who is kind and forgiving because he has empathy and compassion, is somehow painted as abusive and manipulative. He's not violent, but he could easily fuck up your world. He doesn't use his powers. We have no idea how powerful he is because we only ever see him do small acts. He's used to hiding. It's the only way he has ever been able to protect Crowley.
And I'm not saying that Aziraphale has actually saved Crowley before means that Crowley hasn't also saved Aziraphale. Like, you get that those are not mutually exclusive and their relationship is not transactional, right? They have spent their entire existence protecting each other but never actually getting to be together because Heaven and Hell are always watching.
Yeah, Crowley fell. We all know this. We are aware of this. He was the serpent of Eden. He gave humanity the knowledge of free will.
But what we don't talk about is what Aziraphale gave humanity.
What did he give them?
We all know what it is!
Let's say it together!
He gave Adam and Eve his flaming sword because it was dangerous outside the garden and Eve was pregnant and she was already having a really bad day. He showed them compassion and gave them his extremely powerful angelic weapon so they would stand a chance on the outside of the garden. He gave humanity the gift of compassion. It's just unfortunate that his flaming sword became a weapon of War.
And then what did he do after that?
Ooooh, yeah, that's right.
God asked him about it and he straight up lied to her and pretended he had no idea where he'd managed to misplace it. She didn't say anything after that. He told Crowley the truth though. He told Crowley the truth even though Crowley fell.
Yeah, we know Aziraphale has done some really fucking questionable things. He and Crowley both suck at passing for human in front of observant people like Nina. They're not human. They are still learning, but they managed to experience human history together despite being on opposite sides and their experiences with humanity are what has shaped them into the compassionate and loving duo they are now. One of them is not better from the other.
This, my friends, is what we call meeting in the middle. It's why shades of gray is so important. Aziraphale constantly breaks the rules. Crowley refused to play by Heaven's rules. It's the reason he fell. He doesn't play by Hell's rules either. These two dorks figured out how to cancel each others' miracles out throughout human history in order to have more time learning about humanity and each other because working all day every day sucks when there are so many new things to learn and experience with the people you love.
We know Crowley and Aziraphale both love each other. Neither of them are good at hiding the hearts stars in their eyes.
But here's what's really fucking annoying about the Aziraphale hate.
Aziraphale was already crying when Crowley grabbed him and kissed him. Aziraphale is trying so very hard to do the right thing. He loves Crowley. He does. But he also has a duty to humanity, and he has taken that job very seriously since the creation of Adam and Eve. He sent them out into the world with a flaming sword so they would have a chance at surviving beyond the walls of the garden.
And he knows that Something Terrible is going to happen and he spent all of second season trying to figure out what that Something Terrible was while trying to have some sort of more honest and open relationship with Crowley, but again, they aren't human, they are a demon and an angel approaching life from opposite sides who met in the middle and fell in love with humanity together.
He wants more than anything to tell Crowley how he feels about him, but he wants to do something grand for Crowley because Crowley has always been grand and dramatic and sexy and a little bit scary.
Crowley is impulsive and has a temper and sometimes says the wrong thing but he has always trusted Aziraphale because Aziraphale gave him a chance even after he fell. Aziraphale chose to shelter him instead of smiting him while they stood on top of that wall. He knew he was supposed to kill Crowley, but oops, he gave his sword away to the humans so he didn't really have anything to kill him with and Crowley is the one who created nebulas. The Pillars of Creation is Crowley's work and Aziraphale was there to witness that, but he watched Crowley more than he watched the nebula. He witnessed the pure joy on Crowley's face when he said "let there be light" as a nebula full of colors exploded before their eyes. He was fascinated by Crowley.
But Aziraphale is going back to Heaven even though he has made it perfectly clear he absolutely has no desire to go back to Heaven. He told the Metatron this during their conversation. He spoke these words out loud. They exist.
But then The Metatron said this....
The Metatron. The very same angel who told Aziraphale in season one "to speak to me is to speak to the Almighty." He's the boss. He's the big guy. He's used to existing as a giant head and he had to give himself a body so he wouldn't stand out on Earth. And he knows that Aziraphale and Crowley have been working together since the beginning. He knows they worked together to prevent Armageddon in season one, and now he's made it clear he knows they were working together long before that. And let's face it, Aziraphale really wants to know what this Something Terrible is that Gabriel is running from so he can try to prevent it from happening.
It makes sense that he would want to take Crowley to Heaven with him because he would be able to keep Hell from getting their hands on him again. Aziraphale hates it in Heaven. He doesn't want to go, but Something Terrible is happening and Metatron isn't taking no for an answer, and maybe Heaven won't be so bad if Crowley is there with him. At least they can fix Heaven together.
But Crowley can't go back. We all get that. We don't blame him for saying no. It doesn't change anything.
Something Terrible is about to happen and Aziraphale has to figure out what it is. He wants to change Heaven.
He is fully aware that Heaven sucks. He still has faith in God. His faith isn't in Heaven. He deserted his platoon in season one and threw himself back to Earth so he could figure out how to make sure the war between Heaven and Hell doesn't happen.
But see, here's the thing. Heaven is at the top. Heaven has all the resources. Heaven is responsible for the creation of Hell. Heaven is empty and Hell is overpopulated. Aziraphale knows this. Crowley knows this. It's obvious every time we see either place. Both sides are desperate to go to war and will not hesitate to destroy humanity in the process. This is the opposite of what Crowley and Aziraphale want for humanity. If anyone can change Heaven, it's Aziraphale. He's the only one up there who gives a shit about humanity as far as we know. No one else is going to speak on humanity's behalf.
Some of us are so busy getting mad at Aziraphale for going back to Heaven and giving Crowley a Big Sad. Newsflash: Crowley is not the main character of Good Omens. Aziraphale and Crowley are equals, yet we wanna hold Aziraphale to higher standards because he's an angel, and when he makes mistakes it's proof that he's the bad guy.
Holy mother of all things that trigger my religious trauma, let me tell you. I spent my entire life hating myself every time I made mistakes. I've had to teach myself that just because I mess up sometimes doesn't mean I'm bad. It means I'm human. I still struggle with it. I probably always will. So when you say that Aziraphale deserves to be punished for breaking Crowley's heart, you not only ignore that Aziraphale's heart is also broken, you're saying he deserves to be punished for doing what he thinks is right.
Wanting to change Heaven for the better is not a bad thing.
And some of y'all wanna see him suffer for going back into the lion's den that is Heaven, knowing that he is already an outcast, that they have already tried to kill him once, knowing that he is a deserter, that he has been lying to Heaven about a lot of things, and you still think he's blinded by Heaven? You think he's just so naive and that's the only reason he's going back. He doesn't show his emotions the same way Crowley does so it means he doesn't care as much. He's expected to consider Crowley's feelings over his own when making choices. Like holy shit if all of that hasn't defined my experience as a woman with religious trauma in this fucking society. He's expected to be subservient to Crowley and if he doesn't do what Crowley wants then he's being unreasonable and illogical.
What the actual fuck, y'all.
Like seriously.
I'm sick of this bullshit. I had to step away from this fandom because of how toxic some people in this fandom are. It's not chasing me away, but the fact that I chose to hang out in a a more toxic fandom that is already notorious for being really toxic over a fandom that claims to be more open-minded and welcoming should probably tell you something.
It gave me a lot of perspective, and yeah, I'm still gonna speak up against the bullshit Aziraphale hate.
People are entitled to their opinions, but the Aziraphale hate isn't an opinion. It's just ableist, misogynistic garbage. At this point we all know y'all say these extreme things about Aziraphale because y'all get more joy out of the harm and alienation it is causing others.
Keep being loudly wrong, but if you think I'm not entitled to challenge shitty-ass, harmful, hateful discourse, bite my ass.
I'm not the one who lost the plot in this fandom.
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OMG—I wanna ask the boys for sure—what is their inner animal (respectively) that THEY think they have versus what you think for them, vs what they would assign for each other???
🤣🤣🤣
#letthechaosbegin
If you wanted chaos with this internal dialogue, you certainly found it 😅 The moment I read this ask, two of the boys immediately started causing trouble which is why it took a bit to get this answered 😆 As always, it's below the cut because this was long.
Bella: Welcome back to another round of ASK THE BOYS!!
Matt, muttering under his breath: Always got to yell that now, don't you?
Frank, roughly elbowing Matt on the couch: Let the lady have her fun, would ya?
Michael, ignoring the pair beside him: What's the question this time, pet?
Bella, glancing down at her phone: Looks like a multi-part question dealing with what your inner animals are.
Frank, eyes narrowing: Inner animal?
Bella: Yeah, and it looks like they want to know what I think each of you are, what you think your inner animal is, and then what you think each others’ inner animal is.
Frank, chuckling to himself: This'll be good.
Michael: Why don't ya start us off then, pet? Might need a minute to think.
Bella: Okay, well. I guess for Frank I'd say timber wolf. The Punisher gives me lone wolf vibes, but before that you used to be a part of a pack–whether it was your family or your Marine unit. And timber wolves typically mate for life, too, which screams loyal to me. I think you're a pretty loyal person–and pretty damn terrifying if someone messes with those you care about. So yeah. Wolf vibes all around.
Frank, nodding: Alright. Guess I can see that.
Bella: And for Matt, since he gives cat vibes, I'd say a leopard. Specifically a black panther. They're solitary animals, very territorial, and they're great climbers. Sort of like how you work alone, defend Hell’s Kitchen specifically despite it being such a small area, and you climb buildings like nobody's business. Plus, you know, the black suit and all.
Matt, grinning: Better than what I thought you'd pick.
Bella: And as for Mikey, well, I get grizzly bear vibes.
Michael, rolling his eyes: Is this a reference to the beard and chest hair again?
Bella, shaking her head: Not exactly, though now that you mention it–
Michael, mumbling: Figures…
Bella: No, wait! Hear me out. Grizzly bears are actually not aggressive unless provoked or caught off guard, otherwise they kind of mind their own business and want to be left alone. But obviously they'll protect their young and would savagely tear you apart if you fucked with them. I mean, we all know you don't want to be the killer your family forces you to be, you'd rather get out and live a quiet life. You just want a relationship with your daughter, Anna. But if anyone messed with her, you'd absolutely kill them without a second thought.
[Michael, running a hand across his mouth and humming thoughtfully.]
Bella, gently nudging his leg with a foot: See? There was a reason besides your glorious chest hair.
Matt, brows furrowing together: Glorious chest hair? Did you just actually say that?
Bella, waving off his comment: Okay, so why don't you guys each say what you think your inner animal is before you choose for each other next?
Frank, shrugging: I like the wolf thing. I'll go with that.
Matt, nodding: Yeah, I think I'll stick with the panther idea you had.
Bella, frowning: Seriously? You aren't even going to give it any more thought? [Looking hopefully over at Michael.] Please tell me you're not just going to say grizzly bear now?
Michael, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck: Uh, no. I s'pose…a dog? Generally don't fight unless provoked and they're usually considered friendly?
Bella, releasing a sigh: Fine. At least you put in more effort than those two. Now what do you think each others’ inner animal is?
Frank, immediately tossing a thumb at Matt: Chimpanzee. He's always climbing on buildings and making too much noise with his mouth.
Matt, frowning: It's called talking, Frank.
Frank, leaning back into the couch: More like chimpanzee noises to me. And they're territorial, too.
Michael, quietly chiming in: I'd still say stray cat for him.
Matt, frowning: Well then Frank is a hippo. Large and incredibly aggressive.
Frank, turning and shooting Matt a dirty look: The fuck you call me?
[Bella, burying her face in her hands while Frank and Matt begin to bicker on the couch.]
Michael, once more quietly chiming in: I picture him as more of a hawk. Or an eagle. Kinda stalks his prey from a distance before takin’ his shot.
Bella, glancing up at him: Well thank you for making some level of effort here while the old married couple over there just fights.
Matt, glowering: We are not an old married couple!
Frank, scowling: He's the last goddamn person I'd wanna be shackled to.
Bella, annoyed: Can we get back on track? You still need to pick an animal for Mikey.
Matt and Frank simultaneously: Dog.
Bella, throwing her hands up in defeat: Wow, really making an effort, you two. Great job.
Frank, rounding on Matt again: Look what you did, Red. You went and upset her.
Matt, eyebrows rising up onto his forehead: Me? You're the one not taking her game seriously!
[Matt and Frank return to arguing.]
Bella, focusing on Michael: You want a coffee? Cause I could use a coffee. They're making my head hurt.
Michael, nodding and rising from the couch: Yes. I'd love one.
Bella, heading to the kitchen with Michael: So what would my inner animal be?
Michael, nervously making a face: Uh…well…
Bella, shaking her head: Nevermind. Forget I asked. Let's just make some coffee.
#bellas 2.5k follower celebration#bella hears fictional characters#of course this eventually went off the rails 🙄#thanks for actually trying mikey#matt murdock#frank castle#michael kinsella
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Born Again Virgin III
warning: none, enjoy!
"I'm not sure I can handle this," Amaia whimpered, sinking into Micah's embrace.
Micah held her close, gently stroking her back, offering what comfort she could to her friend who was clearly feeling sexually frustrated.
"But it's only been a few hours," she murmured, pulling Amaia's head to her chest.
"You don't get it. This guy is not just fine. He's like, f-i-o-n-e fine," Amaia explained.
"Wow, that fine?" Micah exclaimed.
Amaia sat up, reaching for her phone on the table. She scrolled through Google images until she found a picture of Roman.
Passing the phone to Micah, she watched as her friend gasped at the sight.
"Oh, Maia. I'll pray for you, girl. You weren't kidding about him being fine. He's definitely something," Micah remarked.
Amaia sighed, snatching her phone back. Micah could sense the weight of the situation. Amaia was committed to her vow of abstinence, and if she broke it, it would hit her hard.
"How about this," Micah suggested, swiftly taking the phone and securing it before placing it back on the table.
She interlocked her fingers, her eyes gleaming with a plan.
"Why don't you slip into something cozy, and then we can binge-watch some Martin?"
"Really?" Amaia's voice sparkled with excitement.
"I can't think of a better way to spend my day off, boo."
"Well, alrighty then."
Amaia bounded off the couch, dashing into her bedroom like an eager child.
Micah chuckled, clicking the remote and queuing up all five seasons of Martin on HBO Max.
As she hit play, a few knocks echoed at the door. She approached the door, peering through the peephole.
A slight frown creased her lips. The figure was too tall to see clearly. In a world where danger lurked around every corner, she hesitated to open the door to a stranger.
People can be unpredictable. One misstep could lead to a kidnapping, harm, and all sorts of awful scenarios. She was definitely a worst-case scenario type of thinker. Right now, opening the door felt like a risky move.
"Who is it?!" she called out, her ear pressed against the cold, polished wood.
"Your new neighbor," a deep voice replied.
Ah, yes, the new neighbor. She recalled seeing boxes in the hallway earlier, even stumbling over one as she fetched her mail.
With a click, the door swung open, revealing the towering figure leaning against the frame.
His eyes widened with concern as he observed the smaller woman's startled expression.
It was the same guy Amaia had shown her a picture of.
"Um, hey... I'm your new neighbor, Joe. I came to introduce myself, but by the look on your face, I'm guessing you already knew that," he chuckled.
"Micah, who's that?" Amaia queried, pulling her braids into a neat ponytail.
Micah slammed the door, shutting out the person on the other side.
"Just some... uh, girl scouts... selling, you know, girl scout stuff. Cookies and..stuff. I told them we didn't want anything.." she stammered with a nervous giggle.
Their new neighbor persisted despite Micah's efforts to make the man disappear. Micah let out a grunt.
"Seriously, dude," she muttered under her breath.
"Move," Amaia gently nudged her friend aside, taking matters into her own hands. With a bright smile, she flung the door open, anticipating a troop of uniformed children clutching boxes of cookies.
But her excitement quickly turned into shock when she laid eyes on the familiar face, causing her to let out a startled scream that made the man jump.
"Joe?!"
He grinned. "Hey, Amaia. Didn't know you lived here too."
Shaking her head to regain composure, Amaia asked, "What do you mean, 'lived here too'?"
"I just moved in. I'm your new neighbor, right across from you," Joe explained.
This ain't nothin' but the Devil's work.
"Are you okay?" Roman noticed, observing Amaia's twitching eye, a telltale sign of her losing her shit.
"I'm fine," she replied through clenched teeth, her voice strained.
He flashed his perfect teeth once more, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I guess I'll be seeing you a lot more often, neighbor," he remarked, emphasizing the words as he squeezed her tightly.
Reluctantly, Amaia returned the hug. The sensation of his muscles through his shirt against her own body made her weak.
She could have stayed there forever.
But the disappointment hit when he released her. Despite her inner turmoil, she forced a smile as he made his way across the hall to his condo.
"See you tomorrow," he called out, loud enough for her to hear, as he unlocked his door.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow," Amaia whispered, slowly closing the door before sliding down against it.
With a whimper, she bit her lip, battling her inner desires.
"How am I supposed to do this? He's so sexy, and perfect, and he smells so good. Did you hear his voice? It sounds like sex. Not only do I have to work for him, I live 8 feet away from him as well. I can't."
Micah squatted down in front of Amaia, taking her hands into hers.
"Listen, you're going to get through this virgin thing, okay? You know why? Because I'm going to help you. I'll make sure you don't do anything with any man, no matter how fine he is... Jesus, and he is fine."
Amaia lightly slapped Micah's hand. "What? He is! You're lucky I'm not a triflin' ass friend, or I'd be over there knocking boots. But watch out for Kaydence, she'll steal your man."
Amaia rolled her eyes. "He's not my man. She can have him. I'm not feeling him like that. I just find him attractive."
"Yeah, right. I know you. I can tell when you're into someone, and you were not trying to let that man go."
"Psh, I've only known him for a few hours."
"And knowing you, you fall for people within a couple of days. That's why you're always having one-night stands. You get it in once, and no feelings are involved because they're out of your bed before the sun comes up."
Her face scrunched up in confusion. "That doesn't even make sense."
"You don't make sense!" Micah chuckled.
"Whatever," Amaia laughed, getting up and walking to the couch with her roommate trailing behind her.
They watched two seasons of Martin before both falling asleep on the couch.
Knocks against their door woke Amaia up. Groaning, she checked the time on her phone.
12:32 AM
Rubbing the crust from her eyes, she approached the door, already knowing who it was without bothering to look through the peephole.
"Kaydence, why are you always forgetting your keys every nig—Joe?" she asked, surprised to see her neighbor instead of her best friend.
Joe rubbed the back of his neck, hesitating with his movements, clearly consumed by his thoughts. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, looking amazing even though he was only wearing plaid pajama pants and a black t-shirt.
His eyes wandered over Amaia's body, taking in her attire—a loose-fitting black tank top and black boxer shorts that hugged her figure. Her thick, ebony legs secretly drove him crazy. He'd kill to have those wrapped around his waist.
He would be lying if he said Amaia hadn't been on his mind all day. Since seeing her, he couldn't shake her image from his thoughts. To him, she was perfection, flawless in every way.
He considered it a blessing that she worked for him and lived right across from him.
A blush crept across Amaia's cheeks as he continued to scan her body with his dark eyes. She became nervous as he stepped closer, his gaze fixated on her lips. His hands wrapped around her waist, bending down to kiss her.
She wanted to stop him, but it felt like she was paralyzed.
When his lips touched hers, she melted into his embrace. Grabbing onto his biceps, she slipped her tongue between his lips, forgetting about her rule against sex.
Roman moaned into the kiss, his hands moving to grab her bottom.
Now they were in her doorway, lost in each other, oblivious to the world around them.
He pulled away, sucking on her bottom lip in the process.
Her breathing was uneven, stomach full of butterflies as he panting against her lips.
"I just came to say goodnight.."
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Yall foldin'? Or would you be able to resist?
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Hello! I am aspiring to be an author however I am not really good at writing. I think it might be because of my lack of detail, I have a hard time describing things in a way others understand but I’m not even sure of that. I want to be an author/writer, it’s always been my dream. I love to write but I’m really bad at like every aspect of it. It makes me feel as if I shouldn’t go into it because it would be a waste of my money(if collage can somehow help me, cause I don’t see how else I can fix my writing, I’ve tried a lot) my time and resources to go into something I’m awful at. I just wanted to know if it’s a good idea to give up on writing and pursue it, despite it not being something I’m good at. I love to write I’m just not good at it, and I seem to be struggling to learn. I hope my question can help others who are in the same boat as me, and I hope this isn’t too deep or annoying! Thanks for answering (if you do) in advance! Have a great day!
Good Writing Takes Time... Don't Give Up
A lot of young and/or newer writers have this same concern. They feel like they've put a ton of time and effort into writing but are not improving, but in reality they've been at it for a few months. Maybe a year or two...
The reality is that writing is a craft, and like any craft, it can take YEARS to hone your skills. When you read fan-fiction, a short story, or a novel that really strikes you as well written, I promise you that is not the first thing that writer/author wrote. In fact, that writer/author almost certainly has YEARS of writing experience under their belts.
And to be clear, I'm not saying it's impossible for a first or second story or novel to be amazing, it's just not that common. Most of us have to produce a large body of not-so-great work before we start producing really good work.
So, keep at it. Get yourself a notebook and practice describing things in it. It could be the room you're sitting in, some people you're observing, something you see while you're waiting for the bus... whatever. Utilize sensory and emotional description: what can you see? What can you hear? What can you smell? What can you taste? What can you touch? What do these observations make you think and feel?
Read a lot of short stories and books. Watch writing advice videos. Read writing craft books. Do writing prompts. Write fan-fiction (if you're so inclined.)
If you have the opportunity to take some writing classes or if you want to pursue writing in college, that's great, too!
Either way, you definitely shouldn't give up if writing is your dream. Like all dreams, it doesn't happen overnight. It's something that will take time, energy, hard work, and lots of practice and patience.
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If Sydcarmy is not engame….
This is a rant. A sad rant but still. I know we have evidence, I would go to the supreme court with it, but hear me out.
If sydcarmy is not endgame:
It would make the show a disappointment for me. It will kinda ruin it to some extent. But not only as a shipper they had her expectations unsatisfied, but as a conscious viewer. I would like to explain why.
Part 1: the meaning of their connection
I was a shipper of this relationship the moment the characters met. She was cute, awkward and brilliant. He was cute, awkward and angsty. I normally go hard for shipping character where I find both of them interesting, and I like their dynamic. This is the ship that had consumed my head the most in all my years of consuming fiction. They both have real traumas and flaws. Even if the show wasn't so obvious with its intentions, I would have shipped them until they both got their respective soulmates. These two characters taught me how complex developing a romance could be, and how satisfactory if the pieces went together. Just the fact that they are so complex and I got to ship them is something I am grateful for. I will never write romance the same way.
Now, I don't know if is the time of the month fatalism hits, but I have been recently seriously considering the fact that it may not happen. That Claire was always supposed to be Carmy’s endgame.
Part 2: potential
The first reason why I would be disappointed if they are not engame is because the concept of two people building something together while supporting each others flaws is what got me into the show. It is such a beautiful concept for a couple, and I know it works on friends, but I once read that romance appears in your life when you have to open yourself to new potentials. In Carmy, Syd saw the potential for grow and movement, in Syd, Carmy saw the potential for peace and sincerity. Not to mention I rather ship two messed up characters than one messed up character and another that the show has called “perfeft” multiple times.
Part 3: Claire
Thinking Claire bear is endgame is to admit that she has to grow of the flaws we all saw, that Carmy could make her better (wich I don't think because Claire seemed to have a lot of lack of empathy to begin with) but ok. The thing that could never work for me is that we know Syd can make Carmy feel peace but Claire can't. It is the theme of the show that a woman should learn how to be like other woman in order to maker her man happy? We will define how much good she can do to Carmy on how much peace she could bring like Syd did. That doesn't sound right to me.
Part 4: Syd
I don't think the purpose of Syd in the whole story is to be Carmy’s endgame, but a lot of her screentime so far has been defined by her relationship with him. In the good things she does for him and his family. We know she has feeling for him. We know that she has had her heart broken before and then this could break it again. Again, that is the theme of your show? That a woman needs to get her heart broken in order to grow or get to her full potential? Who asked for this?
You made her fall for a guy that may never support her creative journey, that may have defined how she view herself as an artist? That she will have to deal with her broken heart and decide to find another spot to work? Are we supposed to believe that is something good for her? You wanna to contribute to a narrative of glorifying women's pain to justify growth? You are gonna use these amazing character just to have her heart broken 3 seasons out of 4. Is that supposed to be her big lesson? Her motivation even?
Not that is justification for Carmy and Syd getting together, but what a waste of time. If you had established and denied the attraction earlier or just never make her have feelings for Carm you could have her a interesting arc worthy of such an interesting character.
Not only that, but it seems all so cruel, to create a dynamic that in friendship can make her grow but because she developed feelings for him can hurt her immensely.
Idk, maybe I just made a story on my head that I thought made sense but the author insist on disagreeing. Maybe I am making storm out of nothing since they may have us a satisfactory thing. But yet…
#i swear this is a rant I just needed to organize my thoughts#is the tism#sydcarmy#sydney adamu#carmy berzatto#the bear#the bear meta#the bear fx#carmy the bear#carmen berzatto#sydney x carmy#carmy x sydney
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Hoi, may I please ask for Pomni with a fem porcelain ballerina doll reader who despite being physically fragile, still likes to do reckless things like fighting against NPC villains (and Jax if he's being too mean), or dancing too roughly. Even though by the end of it, she still ends up breaking off a limb or two, or another piece of her porcelain body, so she often times needs to be patched up and glued/taped back together by a concerned Pomni
Put me together again
Pomni x fem!porcelain!ballerina reader
Hey! I hope you like this, I tried to include a little bit of everything in the request and also I hope this isn’t too short! There’s also a lil bit of angst but dw it resolved bc Pomni is very supportive and loving. Please send in more requests they keep me motivated, Enjoy! 🫶🏻
You've always been on the wilder side, despite being physically so fragile you always loved being more active, whether you were sent off on an adventure by Caine or stopping Jax's antics. You just loved doing things, unfortunately being made of porcelain wasn't the best material to be made of when you were being adventurous but you didn't mind that much. You just say you’ll be careful and hope for the best, this was enough for you although for Pomni it just caused her to be extremely worried, you didn’t get why, it's not like you've gotten seriously hurt or anything, well until now.
"And you wonder why I worry," Pomni says in a tone that wavers between worried and frustrated, "It's not even that bad!" You say you gotta admit it is kinda bad, "I still got two other limbs don't I?" You knew you were pushing it but you couldn't help but feel the rush of adrenaline every time you did something reckless. Despite Pomni's concerns, you found joy in the thrill of the moment. Pomni sighed, her eyes filled with worry as she scanned over your damaged porcelain body. "You need to be more careful. You're not like the others. You can't just shrug off injuries as easy as they can, you're fragile." God, you hated that word fragile, to be called that felt like an insult, you knew Pomni would never but still it felt so disrespectful. You pouted, about to cross your arms with a huff but you only had an arm and a leg, maybe this was serious. "But where's the fun in playing it safe all the time? I want to experience things, even if it means risking a few chips and cracks, there's barely anything to do here it's like a prison! The fact that Caine lets us go on adventures keeps me sane!"
Pomni shook her head, her expression softening. "I understand, but I can't help but worry about you. You're- you're very special to me, and I don't want to see you get hurt."
You shifted uncomfortably, feeling a pang of guilt at Pomni's genuine concern. She was right; you were different, you hated it but you were and your porcelain body made you more vulnerable than others. "I appreciate your concern, Pomni," you murmured, your voice softer now. "And I'm sorry for making you worry. I just... I can't help myself sometimes. The thrill, the excitement... it's addictive."
Pomni nods with understanding, her eyes holding compassion. "I know. And I don't want to stifle your spirit. It's one of the things I love about you But please, try to be more aware of your limitations. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."
You reached out, your remaining hand trembling slightly as you gently touched Pomni's arm. "I promise, Pomni. I'll try to be more careful. For you." Pomni smiled, her expression filled with warmth. "Thank you. That means a lot to me."
As Pomni began the process of repairing your damaged body, being so gentle with you, it didn't feel patronizing or out of pity it was just pure love, As Pomni delicately began repairing your damaged porcelain body, her touch was gentle and caring, each delicate movement, she seemed to mend not only your physical cracks and chips but also the doubts and fears in your heart. It was as if her presence alone could soothe the restless spirit within you.
"Pomni," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion as you looked into her shimmering eyes. "I... I don't say this enough, but I... I love you. Not just for what you do for me, but for who you are. You're my anchor in all this, and I don't know what I'd do without you." Pomni's expression softened even further, her eyes reflecting the depth of her feelings. "... I love you too," she confessed, her voice barely more than a whisper.
In that tender moment, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. No matter how many times you fell apart Pomni was always there to put you together again.
Maybe it was time to reconsider your approach to adventure, but that didn't matter right now. After all, with Pomni by your side, you could only see her.
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↳ Index [Chapter 03 - Freundschaft]
• Freundschaft (German; noun: friendship)
Focus on Pairing: platonic!Yoongi x Taehyung
Warnings: so many fluffy sweet moments, they finally fucking talk it out, they're actually best friends i'm sorry i don't make the rules, no but seriously they both needed this moment, this is also very emotional actually, i'm sobbing i love them SO MUCH
Wordcount: 9.5k
a/n: *cries* i love them so much holy fuck
Yoongi and your grandparents stay downstairs for another hour before sleepiness starts to take a hold of them as well.
“Oh, I’m tired”, your grandmother says in a yawn.
“Me too”, your grandfather agrees, having to yawn as well.
Yoongi yawns with them, rubbing his eyes. He didn’t even realise how tired they were from using them all day. He never really gets tired eyes in the real world.
“Will you still stay up?”
“I think I wanna finish the chapter, yeah.”
“Alright”, your grandparents stands up.
“Well then, sleep tight my boy.”
“Oh, uhm, sleep tight too, H-Harald”, Yoongi stutters, feeling his cheeks heat up.
“Sweet dreams, dear.”
“You too, Agatha.”
They leave holding hands while Yoongi is left gawking at the empty room with a racing heart. They like him. Something inside him finally clicked which made him realise that he is actually liked by them.
Yoongi lowers his head, scrunching his face in giddiness. They like him. He continues reading with his mind going back to the interaction over and over again. It never loses its spark and maybe he plans on telling you about it tomorrow.
“Hyung?”
Yoongi lifts his eyes from the book. He already finished another chapter before being called. Taehyung is in front of him, wearing a jacket. He seems to come from outside as he smells like the night.
“Do you have some time?” he asks shyly.
“For what?”
“To spend it with me.”
Yoongi checks the clock.
“It’s half past eleven.”
“I know, but I wondered if perhaps we could go for a walk in the garden.”
“Did you ask the others?”
“Huh? Aren’t they sleeping already?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Do you want to go for a walk?”
“Fine”, Yoongi gives up and stands up with a sigh, “you’re not gonna leave me alone either way.”
“Thank you so much. Oh, how happy I am”, Taehyung says and hurries to the coat stand to pick up Yoongi’s jacket, “let me help you.”
“I can put on my own jacket”, Yoongi says and snatches it away, “I’m not gonna act like a lovedrunk idiot with you, just so you know.”
“So you won’t even hold my hand?”
“Don’t make this weird or I’ll leave.”
“Oh, I was merely joking with you”, Taehyung says, nudging his arm, “I am very well aware that you cannot seem to like me, which is very hurtful if I may mention it.”
“It’s nothing personal”, Yoongi says and puts on his shoes. He finishes his look with a headband which he pulls over his ears then goes to open the door, “let’s go. I wanna be done with it.”
Taehyung follows him outside, joining his side. Yoongi inhales deeply and exhales, sticking his hands into the pocket of his jacket to make sure Taehyung can’t hold them.
“Now we’re outside. It’s cold and dark. Is that what you wanted?”
“Please can you at least attempt to meet me with less hatred?” Taehyung asks.
Yoongi studies his features, “yeah, I’ll try. Where should we walk? It’s dark”, he mumbles with slight embarrassment in his voice.
“Follow me, I know the way”, Taehyung says and takes off.
Yoongi follows behind him. Fireflies guide their way. Taehyung seems to lead him to the animal shed. There is the faint red shine of the warming lamp in the distance.
“It’s peculiar isn’t it? To think that we lived centuries being able to see in the dark and now we are helpless.”
“Yeah, it’s weird.”
“We became so used to the conveniences.”
“Yeah.”
Lights flicker on just as they pass the lavender beds. Your grandfather installed motion sensor controlled garden lights along the path. They guide their steps, making it a lot easier to see.
“That’s better”, Taehyung says to which Yoongi agrees with a hum.
The two men walk a few steps and then Taehyung talks again.
“How have you accustomed to being human again?”
“It’s alright.”
“Truly?” Taehyung stops to turn and look at Yoongi, “you spent thousands of years wishing to be human and now that you are, you think it is merely alright?”
Yoongi touches the side of his neck, “it’s good”, he confesses, “I don’t feel comfortable discussing this with you.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t feel comfortable with you.”
“You’re so cold to me”, Taehyung says and touches his heart, “it breaks my heart. Oh, why am I still trying to make you like me?”
Yoongi knows that he is joking. He lets a small scoff escape, reaching out to push at Taehyung’s chest gently.
“Walk, you brat”, he says and joins his side.
Taehyung glances at him, feeling happy. Yoongi is like a stray cat. One must be patient and give him space to make him comfortable. Only then will one be rewarded with warm moments.
The two men reach the animal shed.
“Here”, Taehyung says and tugs Yoongi to the right.
“Where are we going? The path’s that way.”
“I know, but I want to go this way.”
The automatic light flicker on. They pass them and disappear in the darkness again. New lights flicker on, showing them the way. At the end of the path a burning fire waits for them. There is a blanket and some pillows next to it.
“Are we going to the bonfire?”
“Yes indeed”, Taehyung says.
“Did you prepare a picnic?”
“Yes.”
Yoongi glances at Taehyung.
“I told you that I don’t wanna be romanced by you.”
“I am not trying to romance you, hyung. I am trying to bromance you.”
Yoongi scoffs at the silly wordplay, following Taehyung down the path despite his complaints.
“Fine. Any sign of you trying to make a move on me though and I’m gone.”
“I won’t make a move on you”, Taehyung promises and stops by the fire. He points at the blanket, “get comfortable.”
Yoongi follows even when he pretends to sulk. Taehyung takes off his shoes and gets on the blanket as well. Yoongi, who watched him, also takes off his shoes, stretching his feet to the fire afterwards. The warmth is intense, but he likes it. The night is really chilly here. Despite how warm the days are.
“What are you doing?”
“Preparing you a drink”, Taehyung answers him, “I also made a few snacks if you get hungry.”
“That’s what you were making behind me? Where I couldn’t look?”
“Indeed.”
“And you didn’t set the whole kitchen on fire?”
“As a matter of fact, I didn’t. You should trust me more, hyung. I am a very skilled cook.”
“Yeah sure”, Yoongi laughs.
“You offend me, hyung. I put a lot of effort into tonight”, Taehyung says as he pours red wine into a glass. He hands it to Yoongi, who accepts it. Once Taehyung filled his own glass, the two men clink glasses, avoiding eye contact. At least Yoongi does, Taehyung is very much staring at his face.
“To a lovely night.”
“Yeah.”
They drink the wine.
“And?”
“It’s good. It’d be better to let it breathe for a bit.”
“I agree, but it’s still very delicious. The richness of the grapes truly coats the entire tongue.”
“Mhm yeah.”
“Eat some cheese to it, hyung. I cut it myself”, Taehyung offers, pointing at a prettily done cheese board. He decorated it with flowers from the garden and cut some baguette to go with it.
“Thanks”, Yoongi says and picks up some brie.
“Here. Pair it with baguette and fig. It tastes wonderful this way.”
Yoongi allows Taehyung to prepare the perfect bite, but flinches back when he attempts to feed it to him.
“I’ll do it myself, don’t make it weird”, he mumbles.
“Very well”, Taehyung says, “you are such an anti-romantic.”
“I can be romantic.”
“Of course. How does it taste?”
“Good.”
“Oh how wonderful”, Taehyung giggles happily, “eat as much as you want, hyung. I made it just for this occasion.”
“Mhm.”
The two men share silence for a while. Yoongi doesn’t think the silence in itself is uncomfortable, but the fact that he has to share it with Taehyung. While Taehyung thinks the silence in itself to be uncomfortable as his mind scrambles to come up with topics to talk about. He doesn’t want Yoongi to feel as if coming with him was a waste of time.
“What do you think of the wine, hyung?”
“You asked me that already.”
“Indeed? Oh silly me. I apologise”, Taehyung says and fumbles with his hair. He downs his wine and prepares another glass.
Yoongi watches him from the corners of his eyes. The nervousness is practically wafting off of Taehyung.
“It goes well with the cheese”, Yoongi says.
“Indeed?”
“Yeah. It fits well”, Yoongi praises and finishes his own glass, “can I have another?”
“Yes of course. Drink as much as you want to and eat! Yes, eat just as much!”
“I will, Tae. Thanks.”
There is silence again, but it doesn’t feel that uncomfortable anymore. They drink wine, eat delicious cheese and share the warmth of the fire. Taehyung knows that Yoongi isn’t the person who always needs to talk a lot, so the silence doesn’t feel that heavy anymore. Yoongi seems content, he seems to enjoy the food and wine and he seems to enjoy the fire. Taehyung still wants to talk with him. He hasn’t had a proper conversation with him in ages.
“Did you work on new music lately?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful. What genre?”
“Acoustic. Yeah”, Yoongi touches the side of his neck shyly, “I like it lately.”
“Indeed? I believe it fits you, hyung.”
“Why?”
“Because acoustic reminds me of feeling at home. You seem to be at home these days.”
Yoongi looks away and lowers his head.
“I guess”, he whispers, hiding his hands in his sweater paws before stuffing them between his thighs shyly.
“Do you have some of your music here? I would love to listen to it.”
Yoongi hesitates at first.
“Please?”
“Okay”, he gives in and takes out his phone, “I uhm, saved them on my phone. They’re not finished yet, but I think that they’re already really good”, he says and presses play on a song.
The two men listen to it intently, sipping on wine and snacking on cheese. Yoongi is shy. Even a blind person could see so. He is shy, but not uncomfortable. In his own kind of way he seems even proud of himself. Yes, he really seems content with his own work.
The song finishes with Yoongi strumming on the guitar. Silence follows.
“Yeah, that’s it”, he murmurs, flinching in surprise when Taehyung starts clapping.
“Wow hyung, this was wonderful!” Taehyung exclaims, “I didn’t know that you could sing and oh so well at that.”
“Thanks. I think I sing well”, he agrees.
“You truly do. Your voice is very soothing and fits the genre very well. Do you have any idea on what you will call the song?”
“No, not yet. Maybe something nice.”
“Something nice would fit the melodies very well.”
Yoongi glances at Taehyung. He tilts his head to the side slightly. Taehyung meets his eyes.
“Do you really think it’s good?”
“Of course I do. I enjoyed it. Honestly.”
“Okay. Thanks”, Yoongi says and looks into his phone.
Taehyung glances at the screen. Yoongi is scrolling up and down on the same spot, almost as if he is waiting for Taehyung to ask him about it.
“Do you have more songs to show?”
“Yeah, I guess”, Yoongi says and presses play on the song. It starts off with the piano, but soon guitar and Yoongi’s gentle rapping joins the melody.
The two men listen to it as they drink and snack and share the warmth of the fire.
They each finish their drink in the middle of the song and so Taehyung makes it his task to refill their glasses. Yoongi thanks him with a silent nod. The song ends abruptly.
“I didn’t get to the end yet”, Yoongi says, “sorry, that was shit.”
“No, it wasn’t. It was wonderful.”
“Really?”
“Yes, truly. I love your music, hyung.”
“Oh”, Yoongi lets out and blushes vividly. Thankfully for him, the wine and the heat of the fire already turned his face red, so a new layer of blush goes unnoticed by Taehyung.
“I was actually wondering whether you could write melodies for me. Unless you have more songs to show”, Taehyung says.
“No, all the others are still rough drafts”, Yoongi says and glances at Taehyung “what do you mean with melodies?”
“Well, you see”, Taehyung begins and takes out his leatherbound notebook from the inside of his jacket, “I have this poem, which has such potential for a song, but I am terrible at composing”, he explains and lies down on his tummy. His feet still face the fire, he is propped up on his elbows.
Yoongi stays in the same position, craning his neck to look.
“Would you want to take a look?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Yoongi tries to see in the current position at first, but has to give up in the end. He lies down on his tummy as well, mirroring Taehyung’s position.
“It’s dark.”
Taehyung shines his phone flashlight on the pages.
“Does this help?”
“Yeah.”
The two men share silence. Yoongi reads and snacks while Taehyung stares at his face and feels nervous. It’s been centuries since he last showed his friend his poetry. And it has been even longer since he asked him to write melodies for him, maybe he never even did. Centuries make memories blur, so Taehyung can’t remember clearly. He feels nervous beyond recovery.
Yoongi ends the poem with a quiet hum.
“And? What are your thoughts on it?”
“It’s romantic.”
“Yes indeed. I thought about my favourite things to do with my loves and slow dancing came to my mind. So I wrote a poem about it.”
“It’s good”, Yoongi says and glances at him, “I have ideas for a song.”
“Truly? Oh hyung, this is wonderful news! I feel beyond delighted.”
“Do you want to make it jazz?”
“Yes! Yes, I would love to make it jazz!”
“Or maybe retro RnB with some jazz elements.”
“Oh hyung, you are truly a visionary. I love every idea you have. We could make it so that the instruments get a solo part to really make them shine.”
“Yeah, I like that.”
“We have to start working on it once we are back home.”
“Yeah.”
“We will finally be able to have our music nights again”, Taehyung says and caresses Yoongi’s upper arm gently.
“Yeah.”
Yoongi fumbles with the edge of the page. He doesn’t dare to flip it because it would invade Taehyung’s privacy.
“Do you want to see something else?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Taehyung flips through his notebook until he lands on the drawings he did for your bedroom.
“It’s not finished yet, but this is my vision for ___’s bedroom. I am thinking flowers and branches reaching from the ceilings. What do you think?”
“Yeah, it’s good”, Yoongi says, tracing the floral sketches with gentle fingertips.
“If you have any ideas which I could incorporate, please let me know.”
“I don’t know. I’m not good at painting. Or art.”
“Oh, that is a lie. You are talented.”
“Not like you. I can’t paint like you”, Yoongi says and shakes his head.
“Yes, but you have your own style. Wonderful and beautiful because it’s yours.”
Yoongi glances at Taehyung. The latter smiles at him, flustering Yoongi to the point where he has to hide away. He lies down on the blanket, resting his head on his own arm. Like this, he is looking up at Taehyung.
“I can’t paint, stop fucking around”, he hisses, but Taehyung merely chuckles and reaches down to caress Yoongi’s cheek with the back of his hand.
“Very well, you stubborn bastard”, he says and flips his hand so his fingertips were dancing along Yoongi’s temple. He ends the touch with a slow trace of Yoongi’s brow, retreating it afterwards to instead flip through his notebook.
Yoongi allowed it to happen with silence surrounding him and his eyes never once leaving his face. He keeps staring at him even after the touch stopped.
“I have another poem. Do you want to hear it?”
“Mhm.”
“It’s in our mother tongue. Ever since I am with Jungkook, I find myself thinking in this language more often. In a sense, this poem is dedicated to him.”
“Read it to me.”
And so it happens that Taehyung reads his poetry to Yoongi, while Yoongi looks at him and enjoys the warmth on his toes. He listens to Taehyung’s words intently and wonders if the young vampire has always been so dreamy with his words. And then he wonders if he has always been so gentle and why he felt the need to touch his face in such ways.
Taehyung ends the poem with a shivering voice.
“Oh dear”, he lets out and wipes at his eyes, glancing at Yoongi, “I am tearing up.”
“It’s okay”, Yoongi speaks softly.
“I always tell myself that I won’t become too emotional, but I truly can’t help myself. I am in love with him. Just thinking about him makes me want to cry. Oh dear, this isn’t like me at all”, he says and laughs softly, drying his eyes as best as possible.
“It’s okay”, Yoongi assures him and reaches up to wipe the tears from Taehyung’s cheek.
The latter falters for breath, gawking at him with widened eyes. The touch surprised him so greatly that he forgets to cry.
Yoongi ends the touch with a gentle nudge to Taehyung’s chin, afterwards he retreats his hand and hides it under his head.
Taehyung doesn’t dare to speak. He is left staring at Yoongi and feeling short of breath. His heart is threatening to give up in his chest, his thoughts are messy but one thought is clearer than all else. Is this truly his friend? Such tenderness, Taehyung never experienced from him before.
“The poem is nice. I could write melodies for it”, Yoongi breaks the silence.
“You”, Taehyung has to clear his throat, “hyung, this would make me incredibly happy. Oh, hyung thank you.”
“Mhm, yeah. You could perform it for Kook once it’s finished. He will love it a lot.”
“I truly hope that he will. Oh, I want to make this man so happy. Sometimes I fear that I am too much, that I will scare him away one day because I overwhelmed him with too much love.”
“There’s no such thing as too much love, Tae, there’s just a thing as the wrong receiver.”
“The wrong receiver?”
“Don’t lessen your love, Tae. A cactus dies in too much water, while a water lily thrives. There is no such thing as too much, there are just wrong receivers. Jungkook’s the right one, trust me.”
“Hyung, thank you I…” Taehyung exhales shakily, “oh, I have so much love to give to him. If I could, I would steal the stars just to give them to him. You have no idea, hyung.”
“No, I do”, Yoongi whispers and smiles softly, “he’ll cry so much when he hears the song.”
Taehyung chuckles and drops down, nuzzling his face into his own arm as he beams at Yoongi.
“He will. Oh, he is such a gentle soul.”
“Yeah”, Yoongi agrees with a chuckle, “I hope he never changes.”
“Yes, yes I agree. He’s perfect the way he is”, Taehyung says with love drunk eyes, “I plan to take him on a summer holiday soon. Perhaps Greece. It is so terribly romantic there.”
Yoongi studies Taehyung’s features intently enough that Taehyung feels shy.
“What is it, hyung?” he whispers.
“I haven’t seen you so in love before.”
“That’s not true. I love ___ just as deeply.”
“You weren’t like this with her. You were a cunt and a show-off.”
Taehyung chuckles, “I guess you are right. Oh, I regret a lot in my life. I try to make it right, but sometimes I am scared that I won’t ever be able to fix it.”
“Don’t try so hard.”
“But if I won’t, then it won’t ever be enough.”
“You’re already enough, Tae.”
Taehyung flusters, looking away.
He touches his own hair, scrambling for words.
“Hyung I…” he begins, “hyung, I feel wrong at times.”
“What do you mean?”
“I feel as if I am trying to force myself into a situation I have no right to be in”, he says and looks into Yoongi’s eyes, “when Jimin was dead, I did so much wrong and, and afterwards as well. And although I shouldn’t feel this way, I feel as if I was never meant to be part of this family again. Sometimes I am scared that all of you merely pretend to be alright with me being here.”
Yoongi furrows his brows.
“I know. How silly of me to think this way. How utterly and stupidly self-obsessed. The world doesn’t revolve around me and yet here I am, feeling sorry for myself.”
“It’s not self-obsessed, Tae. You have worries and still feel guilty for your past. I understand those feelings all too well, but you shouldn’t feel this way. You acted like shit in the past, yeah, but you’re not that person anymore.”
“Do you truly think this way?”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t think that you would.”
“Why?”
“Because you are always so mean to me.”
Yoongi falters. Taehyung shies away, lowering his eyes.
“It hurts me so much when you’re always so terrible to me, hyung”, Taehyung confesses in a whisper.
Yoongi stays silent.
“I apologise”, Taehyung whispers, “it, it’s alright. I understand why you are this way. I shouldn’t ask you to change for me.”
“No, you should”, Yoongi interrupts him.
Taehyung lifts his eyes, holding his breath.
“I think I’ve been unfair to you”, Yoongi confesses.
“What?” Taehyung gasps.
“It’s hard for me to accept that you’re not the reckless, snobby brat from the past anymore. That’s all I’ve known you as for centuries, but I have to give you a chance to prove yourself as someone different. You’re allowed to better yourself. I’m sorry for acting like a cunt, Tae.”
“Do you mean that?” Taehyung presses out.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Hyung”, Taehyung tears up, “oh hyung”, he whimpers and squeezes his eyes shut.
“Hey, don’t cry kiddo”, Yoongi whispers, cupping Taehyung’s cheek to wipe the tears from his lashes.
“Oh hyung, I’m so happy”, Taehyung presses out and flings himself around Yoongi’s neck. He traps him in a tight hug, his arms are slung around him and his legs closed tightly around Yoongi’s waist.
“Yah! Stop that”, Yoongi complains, finding himself smothered in Taehyung’s chest as the latter rolls around the blanket with him. Yoongi ends up chuckling, “you’re so stupid, Tae. Let me go.”
“Oh hyung, we will be such good friends”, Taehyung giggles and nuzzles into Yoongi’s face just to kiss his cheek.
“Tae stop”, Yoongi laughs, pushing his face away gently, “you’re weirding me out.”
Taehyung pulls back, releasing Yoongi from his tight hug. The latter wiggles away instantly, nudging Taehyung’s cheek.
“You’re a brat. I regret everything I said”, he says, making Taehyung laugh. Yoongi smiles, giving Taehyung’s chin one last gentle nudge. Then he rolls to his back and sits up, taking his glass of wine to drink it as his eyes stare into the orange flames.
Taehyung sits up as well, studying Yoongi’s features.
“I feel happy, hyung.”
Yoongi nods his head, “me too.”
“I mean it.”
“What do you mean?”
“We will be such good friends.”
“I see”, Yoongi says and nods his head, “yeah”, he glances at Taehyung, “I don’t want you trying to romance me. It makes me uncomfortable.”
“I won’t try. All I wanted for years was to be your friend, hyung. This is everything I wanted.”
“Mhm, good.”
“I will however cuddle with you and give you kisses.”
Yoongi scrunches his nose up and clicks his tongue, “if you have to”, he murmurs.
“I do”, Taehyung says and scoots closer to hug Yoongi’s waist and rest his chin on his shoulder, “you will be so fed up with me by the end of it.”
“It’s gonna happen sooner than later. I hate PDA.”
“No, you don’t. You give ___ PDA all the time.”
“Yeah, I guess. She’s my love, yeah.”
“That’s good, hyung. The two of you are meant for each other”, Taehyung says and sits up. He wiggles his toes and drinks his wine. Then he lets out a loud sigh, tilting his head up to stare into the sky. Millions of stars look down at them, “this world is truly fascinating.”
Yoongi inhales and lifts his head. He exhales, “yeah, Namjoon did nice stuff as well.”
“It feels impossible for me to imagine. He traumatised me incredibly.”
“I know Tae. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologise, it wasn’t your fault.”
“Mhm”, Yoongi lets out and lies down. He starts counting the stars but soon gives up, “do you think that every witch that ever lived is here?”
“Mhm, yes I think so.”
“Mhm.”
Taehyung snacks on some grapes and enjoys a sip of his wine. He really likes the taste of it. It’s already warmed up from the fire, but he doesn’t mind. It still tastes sweet, tasting even sweeter because he is finally Yoongi’s friend. Taehyung loves being Yoongi’s friend.
“Do you think that witches return to be witches once they’re dead?”
“I don’t seem to understand this question, hyung.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Taehyung turns, studying Yoongi’s features. The latter, who looked at the sky at first, shifts his attention to Taehyung. He seems flustered.
“Talk to me, hyung. There is something weighing on your heart, isn’t there?”
“No, there’s not.”
“You don’t have to lie to me”, Taehyung says and lies down on his tummy. The two men can see eye to eye this way, “you can trust me, hyung.”
Yoongi takes a deep breath and sighs.
“I was just wondering. What if a witch became a vampire against their will, would their soul return to being a witch once they’re dead? Would they be able to enter this world or will their soul be too cursed by vampirism to enter?”
“I have to think about this for a moment”, Taehyung confesses.
“It’s okay. It’s fucking stupid either way”, Yoongi murmurs.
“No, it’s not. I will think about it”, Taehyung assures him and rolls to his back.
They share silence. The fire crackles by their feet, the crickets sing their nightly song and the forest is alive in various kinds of rustling and animal calls. They’re both a little chilly. It’s been centuries since they last felt truly cold. They’re also very tipsy from the wine. It’s been just as long since they felt so truly drunk. It’s a vulnerable state they find themselves in. Human and so utterly prone to outside influences that it would be a scary state to be in if they weren’t so safe in each other’s presence.
“I thought of my answer”, Taehyung breaks the silence.
“Tell me”, Yoongi whispers and so Taehyung speaks quietly as well.
“I think that a witch will return to being a witch once they die. You said that they were cursed against their will and I believe that death will lift the curse from their soul.”
“So you think that they can find peace here?”
“Yes I believe so”, Taehyung says with confidence in his voice.
“Good”, Yoongi says and exhales shakily, “yeah, that’s good.”
Taehyung turns his head to Yoongi.
“Why do you ask such a question, hyung?” he asks and widens his eyes, “no hyung!”
“Huh?”
Taehyung sits up, “no! Just no! Why would you think like this? Why?”
“What’s wrong with you?”
Taehyung shakes his head vigorously and grabs Yoongi by his shoulders.
“Why do you still think about dying? Why would you kill yourself just to enter this world? Why do you still think this way?” Taehyung presses out with a trembling emotion in his voice.
“What?” Yoongi gasps and sits up, “I wasn’t thinking for myself, you idiot.”
“But…what else were you thinking?”
Yoongi lowers his head and touches the side of his neck.
“My friends”, he whispers.
“Your friends?”
“The other Creators who died. Do you think that they found peace here?”
“Oh”, Taehyung lets out and touches his own chest, “I feel such relief right now. Oh hyung, you gave me such a fright.”
“I don’t want to die these days”, Yoongi says.
“Good. This is good”, Taehyung says and hugs Yoongi again even if the latter grumbles in distaste, “you just became my friend and I don’t want to lose you.”
“Okay, okay I got it”, Yoongi laughs, patting his head, “now let go of me.”
“No”, Taehyung murmurs, “I have to hug you, hyung.”
“Fine.”
Taehyung gives him a little squeeze.
“I think that your friends are in this world”, he says into the crook of Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi feels his voice against his skin this way.
“You do?”
“Yes, of course I do.”
“Okay”, Yoongi says and relaxes, “maybe I’ll find them one day. How endless do you think this world is?”
“I can’t tell. I know even less about magic than you.”
“I never understood this world. This was always Namjoon’s expertise. I keep wondering how far away my friends are or how similar to the real world it is. What about time differences? My friends died thousands of years ago. They don’t know automatic lights or modern sanitary systems. Does their world look different than that of ___’s grandparents? Does every witch’s world look different depending on when they died? Isn’t it incredibly lonely like this?”
“I don’t think that I have answers to these questions, but I do believe that this world isn’t lonely.”
“You do?”
“Yes. The real world is lonely enough and I believe that the loneliness stops here. This isn’t a world of punishment, but of peace”, Taehyung says and sits up to look at the stars, “if you asked me, witches of every time period live here together. I think that this world evolved as the real world evolved. Your friends may have started off this world without electricity or running water, but as time passed and witches from different time periods entered this realm, it evolved with them.”
“Maybe.”
“Or perhaps this is a world of many different times. Maybe your friends still live how you lived three thousand years ago while ___’s grandparents live in their time period. Perhaps we can traverse time here and visit each other’s time.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“Whatever it may be, I believe that your friends are at peace.”
“I wonder if they would recognise me if I ever meet them again.”
“I believe that they would”, Taehyung says and glances at Yoongi, “perhaps we could look for them.”
Yoongi lowers his head, “I was wondering the same.”
“You were?”
Yoongi nods his head.
“Oh hyung, then we ought to do so”, Taehyung says, taking Yoongi’s hand.
“I don’t know if I want this.”
“But you said so yourself that you were thinking about it.”
“Thinking about it and actually doing it are two very different things.”
“And what would be so bad about actually doing it? How else will you make new memories? How else will you find out if they’re at peace?”
Yoongi looks at Taehyung. The latter meets his eyes.
“Thinking about it can’t hurt me”, Yoongi whispers.
“I see. Oh hyung, you live in your thoughts too much. What would have happened if you over thought ___ as well?”
“That never would have happened because she gave me no chance to even think about it. She just made me fall in love with her”, Yoongi says and makes Taehyung laugh with it.
“Yes indeed, she is so incredibly stubborn once she wants something.”
“Yeah, I hope she never changes.”
“Yes indeed. She is perfect the way she is”, Taehyung agrees and smiles with Yoongi. He squeezes his hand, “but you see? Because you had no time to over think it into ruin, you can now live in happiness. You told me that you don’t want to die these days hyung, and it is all because you didn’t overthink.”
Yoongi looks away, nodding his head in acknowledgement.
“So I think that we should attempt to look for your friends. It will make you happy.”
“I guess”, Yoongi touches the side of his neck, “not this time. We’ll visit this world a lot more. I’m not ready yet.”
“I understand. Then we’ll do it next time”, Taehyung says, caressing Yoongi’s knuckles, “I love it here, so I hope to visit it many more times.”
“Mhm yeah”, Yoongi agrees, “how do you like being human?”
“Oh, it’s exhausting”, Taehyung laughs, “it has only been two days and I already have enough of it.”
“Really?” Yoongi chuckles, “why? I think it’s nice.”
“Why is it nice? I have to eat and drink and constantly relieve myself, I get tired so easily, every little ache stays and I have been freezing my buttocks off for the past ten minutes.”
Yoongi laughs, “I like it.”
“Of course you do.”
“Yeah.”
Taehyung touches his own chest, “but I must admit that it is truly wonderful to feel my heartbeat again and that my warmth is honest. And I guess it is also wonderful to feel touch on my skin”, he says and lifts Yoongi’s hand into their vision. He runs his thumb over his skin, meeting Yoongi’s soft gaze afterwards.
“Yeah”, he whispers, “it’s nice to experience this. Hugs are the best because you can feel the other’s heartbeat. Yeah and kisses.”
“Oh, you romantic”, Taehyung says with fondness in his voice, “I haven’t kissed properly yet.”
“I’m not the one you will experience this with.”
Taehyung laughs, “you are truly ice cold, hyung.”
Yoongi chuckles, “I told you. I don’t wanna romance you.”
“Yet.”
“Ever.”
“Of course, this is what you say now.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes, smiling fondly, “you’re a brat.”
He lifts his glass to his lips and finishes the wine.
“Do you want more?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, the bottle is empty.”
“Mhm”, Yoongi hums, “I guess that means we gotta go inside.”
“Why? The night has only become comfortable.”
“Didn’t you say that you were freezing your ass off?”
“Yes, but I want to spend more time with you.”
Yoongi scoffs fondly, “we can spend time inside as well. It’d be less freezing.”
“Very well, but only if you promise me that we will truly continue this inside.”
“Yeah, we’ll continue this.”
“I take your words for it, hyung”, Taehyung says and gets up, “should we extinguish the fire?”
“Yeah, it’s safest. We don’t want to start a forest fire.”
“Do you believe that fires are possible here?”
“Let’s not find out the hard way. Can you get the hose from the shed?”
“Of course.”
While Taehyung hurries to the shed in the darkness and begins unravelling the hose, Yoongi makes it his task of cleaning up the picnic. He makes sure the glasses are as dry as possible and the plates are relatively clean before storing all of it in the small basket. He shakes off possible crumbs from the blanket and then folds it neatly. Taehyung returns while Yoongi is busy folding. He aims the hose at the fire, squinting his eyes as the fire dies down in puffs of smoke and protesting sizzles.
“We were lucky with the smoke”, Yoongi says.
“Yes truly, oh it’s taking its revenge now”, Taehyung says and coughs, “my eyes burn terribly.”
“Yeah”, Yoongi agrees, wafting the smoke away with closed eyes.
The fire is extinguished soon after and the two men can make their way back to the cottage. Taehyung stores the hose back on its spot as they pass the shed while Yoongi carries the picnic stuff.
“I can carry something as well”, Taehyung offers.
“It’s okay. I got it”, Yoongi assures him.
They walk side by side on their way back, carrying a certain light-hearted skip in their steps. It wasn’t there when they started this evening, but now it doesn’t seem to want to leave.
“You can leave the blanket outside in case of critters.”
They slip off their shoes and coats and while Taehyung is still busy with fixing his hair, Yoongi is carrying the basket to the kitchen. He starts unloading it, glancing over his shoulder when he feels Taehyung’s presence behind him.
“We should clean. It’s mannerly”, Yoongi says.
“Of course. I shall wash the dishes and you can dry them”, Taehyung says.
“Okay.”
Yoongi rolls up his sleeves and begins storing the leftover food in small containers, while Taehyung is busy filling the sink with warm water. They try to be as quiet as possible in fear of waking anyone.
“Oh heavens, I am a fool.”
“What’s wrong?” Yoongi asks, looking over his shoulder.
“I forgot to roll up my sleeves and wet my hands already. May I get help?”
Yoongi closes the fridge and hurries to Taehyung’s side. He rolls up his sleeves, first the left and then the right. Taehyung looks at Yoongi’s face while the other looks at Taehyung’s sweater.
“That colour’s nice”, he says.
“Thank you. I think that earth tones really fit me”, Taehyung says.
“Yeah, it’s good.”
“I made the sweater myself. I still know the pattern, so if you want to have your own I could knit it for you.”
“It’s okay, you don’t gotta work for me.”
“But I want to.”
Their eyes meet.
“You would look very handsome in earthen tones, hyung.”
Yoongi flusters, looking away.
“I’m done”, he says and steps back, “that should hold.”
“Thank you, hyung.”
“Mhm.”
Taehyung begins washing the dishes while Yoongi is busy discarding the scraps.
“So should I make you a sweater?” Taehyung asks.
“If you want to”, Yoongi says dryly, but it is clear that Taehyung’s offer means a great deal to him. His cheeks are just the slightest shade of rosy.
“Oh, those are wonderful news. I shall start with it the moment we are home. No actually, I have to do ___’s bedroom first and then we also planned to write my song and I promised Jimin to help with renovations of his ballet studio. Oh, I am too busy.”
Yoongi chuckles. He joins Taehyung’s right side and begins drying the dishes he already finished.
“I shall start with your sweater in October. Early November, at the very latest. I promise.”
“It’s okay, Tae. I can wait”, Yoongi assures him.
“I shall make you many presents now that we are friends, hyung.”
Yoongi smiles, “okay, Tae. I’ll accept them”, he speaks softly, giving him a fond look through the reflection of the kitchen window.
Taehyung meets it and smiles. His heart is light in his chest, his shoulders feel like lifting. He feels at ease. Spending time with Yoongi until this evening was always filled with uncomfortable tension. They accepted each other’s presence for the sake of the polycule, but it was felt by both that it was just that. Acceptance to keep the peace. Taehyung felt nervous in Yoongi’s presence and as if he needed to pretend to be the most proper, guilt-filled person on earth. While Yoongi felt wary in Taehyung’s presence and as if he needed to keep a distance for his own safety.
They don’t feel this way anymore. The once awkward tension was lifted as they talked and acceptance turned into friendship. Of course one nice evening doesn’t mean that all the issues are gone forever, but both men sense that it will be different from now on and they are willing to put in the work to improve their relationship day by day.
It’s a nice feeling to have because it meant that they could both finally feel entirely comfortable whenever their polycule comes together.
“Hey guys.”
Taehyung and Yoongi are almost finished with the dishes when Jungkook enters the kitchen. The two men look at him. He is wearing checkered pyjama pants and no shirt. His hair is ruffled as if hands played with it. His skin is flushed and his neck carries red marks of kisses.
“Hey.”
“Hello handsome.”
“Are you doing dishes?”
“Yes, we had a picnic by the fire pit.”
“The two of you?” Jungkook sounds rightfully surprised.
“Yes. It was a very lovely time.”
“Oh? Really?” Jungkook makes sure, looking between Taehyung and Yoongi. It is obvious that such news are unbelievable to him. He sniffles to make out their scent until he realises that he can’t do such things here.
“Yeah”, Yoongi says, “it was good.”
“Did you guys talk it out?”
Yoongi and Taehyung nod.
“We are friends now”, Taehyung says and hugs Yoongi.
“Okay Tae, back off”, Yoongi complains with a chuckle, which only makes Taehyung hug him tighter.
“You guys, this is the best news ever”, Jungkook gasps as his eyes light up, “wow, I’m so happy”, he confesses and giggles. He steps closer and gives them a little hug, “my two favourite men are friends now. I’m happy, hyungies”, he says and sighs contently, “I gotta tell ___ the news, but first I need to get her water.”
He struts to the cabinet and takes out two glasses. Taehyung and Yoongi, who broke the hug after Yoongi nudged him away gently, watch him.
“Did you make love?” Taehyung asks.
Jungkook grins confidently, “I don’t have to tell you.”
“Oh come now, don’t be so secretive”, Taehyung laughs.
“Mhm yeah”, Jungkook nods his head, “she’s resting upstairs.”
“Now these are truly wonderful news. I still haven’t gotten to love her here”, Taehyung says and nudges Yoongi, “you, hyung?”
“Why do I gotta tell you?”
“Come now, it is just the three of us.”
Yoongi gives up with a sigh, “congrats Kook, you beat me to it.”
“I’m the first one to do it here?” Jungkook gasps loudly enough that the others shush him.
“Her grandparents”, Yoongi whispers, pointing into the direction of their bedroom.
“I’m the first one to do it here?” Jungkook whispers, “oh my god, I’m such a perv.”
“You are the biggest perv”, Taehyung teases and snickers, “how wonderful was it?”
“It was amazing. Wow, I have butterflies” Jungkook gushes.
“Oh Kookie, this is making me so excited for my night with her.”
They both giggle excitedly.
“You two are idiots”, Yoongi whispers, “stop talking like this. She’s not a price to claim.”
“You joined us as well, hyung.”
“I only did so because you asked. Besides, if nothing happens I’m not gonna be disappointed. You guys are perverts.”
“Very well, I admit that we sounded very perverted. Please forgive us.”
“Mhm.”
“I can tell you that she talked about you guys and how she’s excited for whatever sexy thing you’ll get up to”, Jungkook says, “so she’s being a perv too, but you’re right sorry I talked about her like this.”
“Whatever”, Yoongi murmurs shyly.
Jungkook snickers and fills up the glasses. He takes a sip of his water and sighs contently.
“I’m upstairs then. ___ needs her water”, he says and steps closer to press a kiss to both Taehyung’s and then Yoongi’s lips, “sleep tight, you two”, he says and giggles, “I’m happy that you’re friends.”
And with that he leaves the kitchen with a confident sway in his hips. Taehyung and Yoongi watch him as he hurries upstairs and then distance drowns him out. It’s peculiar to them that they can’t hear how the door opens and closes or how Jungkook talks to you. Human hearing is truly so useless.
“So uhm”, Taehyung begins now that they are alone again, “what shall we do now, hyung? We cleaned everything.”
Yoongi touches the side of his neck, “I’m honestly kinda tired.”
“But hyung”, Taehyung pouts, “you promised me that we will continue the evening inside.”
“I know, but I’m tired. I don’t feel like talking anymore.”
“I’m so sad right now. Oh hyung please”, Taehyung takes Yoongi’s hand, “at least let us stay up for a little bit longer.”
“I’m sorry, Tae.”
Taehyung retreats his touch, “very well. Don’t clean the shower, I will use it after you.”
Yoongi steps closer and nudges Taehyung’s chin. The younger vampire looks at him with sad, puppy eyes.
“I had fun tonight. Yeah? Just too tired all of a sudden.”
Taehyung nods his head, allowing a small smile to wash over his face, “I had fun as well, hyung.”
Yoongi leaves soon after, but the evening wasn’t over yet. Taehyung decides so the second Yoongi disappeared upstairs. And so he waits, listening as best as his human ears allow him to. Yoongi takes around fifteen minutes in the bathroom and another five minutes taking a nightly pee. Then he can hear the guest bedroom door close.
Taehyung hurries upstairs and locks himself in the bathroom to take the quickest shower he ever took. He needs to be fast in order for Yoongi to still be awake.
Ten minutes after Yoongi got under the covers and comfortable for bed, a knock on the door alerts his attention. The door opens without his answer and in steps Taehyung.
“Hyung?”
Yoongi lowers his pen, studying Taehyung by the edge of the bed. He is wearing his pyjamas and carries his own notebook with a pen.
“What do you want?”
“Can I stay here with you tonight?”
“Why?”
“Because Jungkook and ___ are occupying her bed and I would have no place to sleep.”
“Fine…”
“Wonderful”, Taehyung says and gets on top of the bed, “we can keep each other warm”, he says and pulls the cover open to wiggle himself underneath it.
Yoongi watches him with a certain stiffness in his body. Taehyung sighs and grunts contently, shimmying closer to Yoongi until their arms touch.
“Do you have to do this?” Yoongi asks.
“Indeed, I do”, Taehyung says and sticks his naked feet under the leg of Yoongi’s pants.
“Yah! Put your icicle toes somewhere else”, Yoongi complains loudly, kicking at Taehyung’s feet.
“Warm me up, hyung”, Taehyung coos as he chases him.
“Yah stop it. You’re cold and I’m gonna kick you”, Yoongi warns as he still kicks his feet. He even lies down on his back for it, almost kicking off the blanket as he wiggles his legs.
Taehyung laughs and retreats his feet, “I apologise. The opportunity was just too easy not to take.”
“You’re such a brat”, Yoongi mumbles, sitting back up. He fixes the blanket on his legs and looks back into his notebook.
Taehyung snickers, agreeing with a nod of his head. He opens his notebook and clicks his pen.
“What are you working on, hyung?”
“Nothing. I write down what I think.”
“Like a diary?”
“I guess.”
“That’s very good, hyung. I promise not to peek.”
“Mhm”, Yoongi hums, looking at him with gratefulness, “you, uh, what are you doing?”
“Oh, I am just continuing work on ___’s bedroom sketches. I want to finish them before we leave this realm.”
“Okay. I want to listen to music. I don’t want to talk when I do.”
“I won’t stop you. I shall listen to my own music as well.”
“Okay”, Yoongi says and puts in earbuds. Taehyung slips on headphones and mere seconds later, the two men share one bed but otherwise no words. It is silent and comfortable. Each does their own thing whilst sharing space. Mere hours ago, such an occurrence would have been a lot more awkward.
They manage to get around an hour in and then Yoongi is the first to give up. He places his phone and earbuds on the bedside table together with his notebook and pen. He fluffs up his pillow next.
“Are you tired already?” Taehyung asks him.
“Mhm.”
“Do you mind if I still draw for a while? I will have to keep the lights on for it.”
“No, it’s okay”, Yoongi assures him and lies down. He wiggles for a bit to get comfortable, “good night”, he says and rolls to his side. Like this, his back is facing Taehyung.
One must know that this is the first time Yoongi shows himself like this in front of Taehyung. One must dearly remember this fact to perhaps understand why Taehyung can’t stop staring at his friend.
“Yes indeed. Have a good night, hyung”, he mumbles and turns down the light to make it easier for Yoongi to fall asleep. So this is how his friend looks when he attempts to fall asleep.
“The only reason I’m doing this is because I’m human right now and need sleep.”
“Of course hyung, I wouldn’t have dared to question you”, Taehyung says with a knowing smile on his lips.
“Good. Good night”, Yoongi says and grows silent.
“Sleep tight, hyung.”
Taehyung stares for a few moments, thinking to himself that Yoongi looks incredibly cute right now. He is resting in fetus position with his hands between his legs while the blanket covers him all the way to the back of his head. He looks even smaller than he actually is and Taehyung thinks that he is adorable. He stays quiet of course because he is aware that it would push Yoongi away if he tried to compliment him right now.
Around twenty minutes pass and then Taehyung gets sleepy as well. He discards his phone and notebook and turns off the lights. He gets comfortable in the pillow, staring into the darkness where he assumes Yoongi to sleep. It is so peculiar to not be able to see.
Taehyung tries to fall asleep, but fails because he has nothing to hug. He can’t find relaxation when he is so empty-handed.
Taehyung takes a deep breath for courage and reaches out. His fingers touch Yoongi’s back. It’s incredibly warm and tenses at the touch.
“Hyung?”
“What?”Yoongi whispers quietly.
“Did I wake you?”
“No.”
“I can’t fall asleep if I do not hug something. May I hug you?”
Yoongi exhales loudly, “if you have to.”
“Thank you, hyung”, Taehyung says and closes in on Yoongi. He drapes his right arm over him, pulling his small body against his chest. His legs lock with Yoongi’s perfectly, sharing warmth his way. Next he wiggles his left arm under Yoongi’s head, keeping it extended so both men are comfortable.
Yoongi is too sleepy to protest, letting it happen even if his brain is going crazy in panic. He never planned on being Taehyung’s little spoon and yet here they were.
“You are so comfortable, hyung”, Taehyung whispers, nuzzling his nose deep into the hair at the back of Yoongi’s head. He inhales deeply and hums.
“You’re so weird”, Yoongi murmurs, trying not to relax too much in case it comes off as needy. He’s not needy for Taehyung’s hugs. Not in a fucking million.
Taehyung ignores him for the sake of nuzzling and snuggling closer.
“What do you like best, hyung? Head pats, chest rubs or stomach rubs?”
“I’m allowing you to hug me, nothing more. Are we clear?”
“But hyung, I want to make you feel very cozy.”
“I appreciate it. Stay still. It’s cozy enough.”
Taehyung huffs out air, “very well.”
Yoongi tries to relax. He doesn’t feel sleepy when he is so tense and that means he has to relax. If he wanted to or not.
“I love back scratches most”, Taehyung breaks the silence in a soft spoken voice.
“Okay.”
“Yes, indeed. But if I am the small spoon, I love it most to have my chest rubbed. It is very relaxing to me.”
“Okay, Tae. I’m sure Kook and ___ will be very willing to give them to you.”
“Hyung”, Taehyung complains and pinches Yoongi’s side gently, “I am not attempting to romance you. Friends can give touches to each other as well.”
“Yeah? Well, I’m not fucking comfortable with having my torso touched, okay?”
“Truly?” Taehyung props himself up on his elbow. It results in Yoongi’s head rolling closer to his chest naturally. He doesn’t fix it, “so why have I seen ___ rub your stomach before? And Kook caress your chest?”
“Because…” Yoongi rolls his head away, “I don’t gotta tell you.”
“Do you need time to grow comfortable around people’s touches?”
“Yes. You’ve known me for how long? You know that I do.”
“Do I make you genuinely uncomfortable right now?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want my torso to be touched by you yet.”
“I understand. I apologise for asking so many questions. I want to get to know you better.”
Yoongi hesitates. Taehyung listens to the deep inhale he does and how much deeper he seems to exhale. His back presses against his chest as he breathed.
“Just go to sleep, Tae.”
Taehyung drops back into the pillow and pulls Yoongi closer. The older man needs a moment to relax, but as those moments turn into two, three and four he finally grows soft in Taehyung’s hold. Taehyung wonders how much time passed between these moments, but it must have been a while because Yoongi’s breathing slowed down by now. But Taehyung still isn’t tired. His thoughts are racing, as is his heart.
“Yoongi?” he tries quietly.
Yoongi sighs, “what?”
“I can’t fall asleep.”
“Yeah? I can.”
“I keep thinking and it is keeping me awake.”
Yoongi sighs again, “do you wanna talk about it?”
“Maybe.”
“Fine. Tell me.”
“Why did you hate me for so long?”
Yoongi shifts, “this is what you’re thinking about?”
“Yes. I apologise, but I can’t stop.”
“I didn’t hate you. At least not since some time.”
“So why did you act so annoyed by me all the time?”
“I don’t know. I guess”, Yoongi stays silent for a while as he thinks, “it’s hard for me to let you in because whenever I did, you disappointed me.”
“I see.”
“And I’m still scared that you’re gonna hurt ___ and Kook one day. That I’m gonna let you in and trust you and then you suddenly have a change of heart and decide to become a reckless cunt again and hurt them in the process.”
“I see.”
“That’s why it’s hard for me to shed my feelings off. I want to believe so hard that you are better”, Yoongi says and touches Taehyung’s hand.
The latter has to gasp for air at the touch, feeling as if time slows down. It stands still completely when seconds later, Yoongi begins fumbling with his fingers. Mindlessly yet gently.
“But if I’m wrong? If you’re gonna hurt them and become wicked again? Then I let you in only to be disappointed again”, Yoongi exhales shakily, “for fuck’s sake Tae, please just don’t disappoint me again.”
“I don’t want to disappoint you, hyung”, Taehyung whispers, “and I want to be better from now on. There were many occasions where I was controlled by Namjoon. I hope you are aware of those occasions.”
“I am and I’m not blaming you for them. There were also too many where you acted out of your own free will.”
“I am aware of them and I will remember them so I can better myself. Please believe me, hyung. I want to be better from now on. Not only for the sake of ___ and Kook and Jimin, but also for your sake. I want to be a worthy friend of yours, hyung. One you can rely on and trust.”
Yoongi acknowledges him with a nod of his head. He drops Taehyung’s fingers to instead, close his hand around his’. Gently and without pressure.
“I’m sure that you will be, kiddo. Hyung’s always wished for your best”, Yoongi says in their native tongue. The underlying honesty of speaking in one’s native language, the language closest to the heart, doesn’t go unnoticed by Taehyung.
“Hyung”, Taehyung breathes shakily, fighting tears.
“Fuck”, Yoongi lets out a breathy chuckle, “you’re a bastard for making me talk about my feelings when I’m fucking sleepy. I turn into an honest sap.”
Taehyung giggles, sniffling his tears away.
“I enjoy this a lot, hyung. It’s so difficult to get affection from you.”
“That’s not true. I show affection. Just not like you, you public sap.”
Taehyung chuckles, “now you are just saying stuff for the sake of saying them.”
“Brat”, Yoongi murmurs and chuckles softly, “now go to sleep, Tae. It’ll get too late and we’ll be tired as fuck tomorrow.”
“I will try, but I don’t know if I will be successful. My heart is racing terribly after what you said.”
Yoongi chuckles, “try to”, he says breathily and grows softer in Taehyung’s arms.
Taehyung snuggles into Yoongi, closing his eyes while his lips refuse to drop their smile. He is so happy that he feels like bursting in fireworks and sparkles.
The last thing Yoongi does before he falls asleep is to intertwine his fingers with Taehyung. He isn’t awake anymore for the small gasp of disbelief Taehyung releases or the whispered “hyung” he lets out. Sleep has dragged him away and soon, oh so very soon because he finally has something to hold, Taehyung follows.
The night will be peaceful and neither of the two men will leave the hug for even one second.
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