#take your vitamins y’all
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In the past week and a half, I’ve written 5k, including 10 microfics (mostly for the workshop I’m hosting at hpffwg), hit my smart watch’s default fitness goals 5 consecutive days, made dinner three times, and grocery shopped in person.
I’d like to thank spring break, my rheumatologist, and the vitamin b12.
#can’t articulate the degree to which most of these things are impossible for me#it’s been ROUGH#but even a month ago all of those things were absolutely impossible#except *maybe* the grocery shopping one#and that’s been even more impossible for longer#is this a sustainable lifestyle? absolutely not. but the fact that I did it at all is wild#take your vitamins y’all#you don’t know what’s missing until it’s long gone#LT talks#chronic health tag
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Guess who has great tits and also caught the gross bug that’s been going around work…. 🤧🤧😷😷 gonna go drown myself in cold medicine and rewatch new girl while snuggled up on the couch as I wither away…. (Ok done being dramatic lol, but for real I feel like absolute garbage)
#mine#text post#someone come take care of me please#I also have mostly lost my voice so that’s fun#anywho take your vitamins y’all
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Okay so on Coruscant there are very few people that don’t actually go out into the streets (I’m thinking politicians and Jedi might be some of the few who don’t have to go outside very often if at all because the senate and the temple are both the size of a small city) which means that 1: they NEED to have vitamin D lights on the streets of Coruscant because otherwise everyone would be depressed like in the deepest winter at all times. And 2: that means I think the Jedi temple and the senate themselves also are just full of Vitamin D lights.
Also y’all need to stop writing fics where kids are afraid of ‘getting caught sneaking around after dark’ or something because the temple is literally so full of species that you have no idea of that kid is nocturnal or whatever. They very well could be. Tbh I wanna write a fic where someone catches Obi-Wan sneaking around at night to play a prank with Quin or something and he’s all ‘bruh my eyes glow in the dark I’m obviously meant to be awake at this hour’ and no one can argue with him. Stuff like that.
Also I think the temple neeeeeeeds multiple healing halls (once more. It is the size of a small city) one in the aquatic center of the temple (which canonically exists) one in the temple main (which should span over like four levels and act as it’s own building okay) and one in the creche. This is the MINIMUM amount of healing halls I think they should have.
A tram system should be inside the walls. Places in the temple that act as sideways lifts and also a subway system because believe it or not, there are species in the temple as small as one foot tall, and I’m not just talking about Grogu, I’m talking about others like Kushiban and others similar. Once more. It is the size of a small city. They should have both subway type stations (that take you certain places like the main healing halls or the biggest canteen or the supply sector of the temple things like that) because oh my god imagine how many hours the commute to your workstation could take if you didn’t have that shit. Annoying af.
They gotta have names for all the different canteens okay. Like ‘meet me in the cafeteria’ in a temple the size of a small city is bullshit cause even in the books they have multiple cafeterias.
A… let’s call it a Mall Section of the temple. A place where you can pick up groceries (the temple makes their own food and I assume most of it is cooked in careens but also not letting people cook their own food is a recipe for a Jedi starving to death on a mission lmao) but they also have a salon (skin care and hair care are very important and if you let all these babies cut their own hair they gonna turn out like me no one wants that) and a clothing ‘store’ where you can get certain size clothes and robes from, or even undercover mission clothes. There need to be Jedi in these places too!!! Imagine going to the salon with your master and having a gossip talk about your new lineage member!!! It’s important to society!!!
A Jedi movie theater where the masters send their kiddos on the weekend so they can enjoy a glass of wine and not be sneezed on for three hours.
I’ve actually seen a few mentions in fics and posts about tea salons so that is def also a thing. It’s the Jedi version of a cafe. I think people who like baking take turns working there and everyone chips in for tea selections and stuff.
Droid Ubers. They need to get somewhere but feel sick as heck and it’s not near any good lifts or the subway trams??? Call a droid Uber lmao. It shouldn’t be unusual either lol just grandmaster on his way to bother his kid while not aggravating his hip after hip surgery.
Remember that Jedi who are like 10 foot tall also exist so remember there ARE apartments in the temple that could fit Kenobi’s Dino-Horse girl Boga.
There should also be apartments with like 10 bedrooms and bathrooms (or even one giant communal bathroom) around a singular living/cooking space!!! Let Jedi live in communes!!!!
The aquatic levels of the creche are def the cutest place in the temple you can’t argue with me on the idea of water babies swimming and cuddling under water.
On another note to the fact that species like Kushiban exist???? Imagine tiny doors and corridors that used to be used by mouse droids but they became so useful to tiny Jedi so they got taken over. Just imagine that.
Bartering markets where Jedi trade things, mostly things they get on missions or are given to them as gifts, nothing goes to waste so they find a proper place for all gifts and extras here.
Cooking classes. Obi-Wan has been kicked out of all of them his cooking is so bad. Anakin claims bullshit he loves Master’s cooking! But then, he also eats worms…
Anyways. Y’all too single minded with this shit. It just be all ‘cafeteria, living quarters, healing halls and archives’ with you guys. Where is the culture. Where is the acknowledgment of multiple species all living in the same area taking place in a culture of peace and galactic exploration???? Give them a liquor store idgaf.
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Wild Horses
Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Doctor!Reader, Soap x Reader Part 2
Part 1 , Part 3 , Part 4
A/N: Y’all have asked and y’all have received. Enjoy! Let me know what you guys think, I always love to hear your thoughts! Reblogs are much appreciated! 😊💜
Summary: Imagine being the new physician assigned to the team and a certain masked individual takes a new keen concealed interest in you. The two of you are too awkward to function.
Warnings: language, fluff, angst. This one might be a little sad and Ghost is a bit of an ass-jerk so be prepared.
As mentioned before, Ghost completely stays clear of your vicinity after stepping out of your office. It’s not that he hates you. He’s just slightly irritated. With himself? Or is it you and that pretty face of yours and your comforting voice and your goddamn politeness and your accent. To be honest, the whole team adores your accent. He can’t tell. Remind you, this is a man who has probably never been shown any affection or tenderness so don't expect him to fall for you on the spot. This man needs therapy, like a lot of therapy. All he knows is that he doesn’t want to go through whatever it is he is feeling, finding the whole thing to be an inconvenience really. And because he doesn't know how to understand or face whatever these emotions are, he just buries it. It's easier for him that way.
Poor dude couldn’t even sleep last night, staring at the ceiling of his room and haunted by the idea that he accidentally offended you. This man may have a cold exterior but your scalpels are colder and sharper than the devil's jawline. He almost couldn’t blame you if you decided to inject some foreign substance into his bloodstream and make the whole thing look like it was a stroke. Wait, could you do that? Bloody fucking hell. This man spends too much time with his thoughts I swear.
The man spends the whole night trying to assess his feelings, or rather his attraction towards you, convinces himself you're just another pretty face. The man may be touch-starved but he knows there are other methods to handle his needs, even though it's been a long time since he's slept with a woman, like a really long time. But even then, that situation was different. There was never any intimacy involved, like a quick business transaction that finished just as quickly as it started. It only left him feeling as empty as he was before. Not to mention, he doesn't do well with human interaction and that one and only moment he had with a woman daunted him more than it needed to, and so he has remained abstinent ever since. And if he were being honest with himself, you're just a distraction. And how do you handle distractions? You steer clear of them.
So what does this man do? He does what he intended to do. He avoids you at all costs. Oh, is that you walking towards their small, makeshift kitchen to fix yourself a bagel in the morning? Guess what, he’s doing a full 180 and lurking behind a wall like Michael Myers and his stupid hedge, waiting until you’re finished so he can make himself his morning tea.
Not only that but he makes sure to take extra good care of himself, Vitamin C supplements or multivitamins, whatever it takes to keep himself in best health. He even looks up on Google for extra tips to prevent himself from having to send himself in. He had heard of the saying “an apple a day keeps the doctor away” and goes out of his way to buy an apple during his morning runs. But the poor chap has it all mixed up because when you walk into your office the next morning, you're surprised to see an apple just sitting there on your desk.
Ghost doesn't know that it's supposed to be the other way around and that the apple is actually supposed to be for himself. He doesn't bother to search up the meaning, nor does anyone bother to tell him because they don't even know that he's doing it in the first place. So every morning he goes on his run, he goes out and buys an apple, and so every morning you find one placed on your desk.
The first time you saw the fruit sitting there on the table where you worked, surrounded by your scattered paperwork, you were confused no doubt. You picked it up curiously in your hand, inspecting the bright red fruit before giving a shrug and biting into it, after you wash it of course. You think it's just a small little token of thanks from one of the men. Possibly Soap considering how flirty he was yesterday. Alejandro doesn't seem like the type to give fruits. He's more of a red rose and a bottle of wine kind of man.
But as days go by, each day you find an apple sitting on your desk. And as thoughtful as this gesture is, at this point, considering the amount of apples you've eaten, you're either going to have serious digestive issues or die of cyanide poisoning, as if you don't already have IBS. So what do you do? You start to collect the apples each morning, deciding to throw in your own twist to this gesture until one evening, the men come back from one of their missions to find a freshly baked apple pie and a stack of paper plates and some utensils sitting out on a table for them, including a small little card with the handwritten words "bone apple tea". What in the hell.
"What in the fucks is bone apple tea." Gaz scrunches his nose at the writing on the little card.
They're all standing around at the table staring at the pie with confusion written across their faces. All except Ghost of course, the way his eyes slightly widen once he sees it. His gut is telling him you're behind it. Hm I wonder what gave it away.
"What’s this?" Alejandro asks, tilting his head at the thing.
"Looks like apple pie." Gaz answers.
"Yes I know that." Alejandro remarks. “But what is it doing here?"
"Doubt it's from any one of you muppets." Price speaks up. He knows damn well none of these men know how to bake. There’s only one person here whose hands are skilled or nimble enough to make the braided trim on that crust. Not to mention the detailing in the center, like the way you carefully placed little leaf designs made from the crust on top of the braided design. Yup this was definitely you, unless someone else here had a secret talent they had been hiding.
Literally why are these men acting like the pie has poison it. As if Graves sent it or something. Just shut up and eat the pie before it gets cold you himbos.
"So who made it?" Soap asks, looking towards the others for answers.
"This," Alejandro chuckles after finally realizing, "this was made by the hands of a woman."
"Who, y/n?" Gaz quirks a brow, you're the only woman here.
How in the hell did you get the means to bake a complete fucking apple pie in a place like this? They always heard doctors have skilled and steady hands but what the actual fuck.
"Well don't mind me." Soap literally cuts a big ass slice for himself before going off to devour the thing.
The boys watch Soap basically almost moan once he takes a bite of your pie as he goes off yelling out something along the lines of "well tidy scran", before helping themselves to a slice.
Ghost is the last one to cut himself a slice. He was hesitant at first before finally giving in, plus he also got back from a mission and he's hungry. So when he digs in his fork and has his first taste, it's kinda like that scene from Ratatouille where the food critic Anton Ego finally takes a bite of Remy's food and is reminded of his childhood, except Ghost doesn't have a childhood.
Let me tell you these men are obsessed with your pie and are practically fighting over the last slice like a pair of siblings so don't be surprised when you wake up the next morning to the see that the plate that your pie was in is completely empty without a single crumb in sight. Jesus. Did they lick the table down too?
Also I think you may have just given Ghost a newfound sweet tooth. When he went back to his room that night, he's debating on whether he should keep his daily routine of giving you apples, so far it’s kept you away. What he doesn’t get is that you made a whole damn pie out of the apples he gave you when they were actually supposed to be for you, or him, if you look at it from his distorted perception. But wait. What if you know it's him, and that's why you made the pie in the first place? A way to a man’s heart is not only between the forth and fifth ribs, but it’s also through his stomach. And as much as he wants to deny it, he also kind of secretly wants you to bake another one. It's almost as if he's completely forgotten why he placed those apples on your desk in the first place.
So what do you see when you wake up the next morning? An empty plate and yet another apple sitting on your desk. Okay what the fuck. You've let it slide all those times but now you have got to know who's pulling this shit. It’s not that you hate apples, but the conception that you have no clue who’s behind this is making you start to view the poor defenseless fruit as an object of taunting and torment. And to be honest at this point, you're beginning to think this is some kind of joke. So with the apple in your hand, you head towards the common area where the others are currently settled.
“Okay who did it?” You call out once you enter the area.
Crickets chirping.
All heads snap towards you to see you standing there with an apple held in your hand. They're almost stunned to see you wandering about. They rarely ever see you since you're usually locked up in your office or your room.
The men have done a lot of shit so just what is it that are you asking. They stare at you with not a single thought behind their eyes, that is until their blood runs cold at what happened last night. Was the pie not meant for them? Shit.
“Did what?” Gaz gulps, trying to play it off as nothing happened.
"Who keeps leaving apples on my desk like I'm about to host a county fair?"
"Come again?" Price asks, not that he didn't hear you, but it's probably the most anyone has heard you speak that isn't related to your work. Not only that, but they’re so used to hearing your “doctor” voice that your normal voice is a whole pitch lower and almost sounds foreign and alien to their ears. Not that they’re complaining because they honestly love hearing it.
"Someone has been leaving apples on my desk every single day." You repeat yourself more slowly. "And I'd like to know who."
So you're not mad about the pie.
Ghost immediately snaps his head away from your direction and nearly chokes on his tea. It's almost a miracle he doesn’t get whiplash from how fast he turns away.
The others are still staring at you, a tad bit scared of the expression that sat on your face. They couldn't make out if you were upset or not.
"Well?" You ask, leaning against the doorframe with your hand stuffed in your coat pocket while your other hand tossed the apple about in the air.
"Couldn't be me." Soap answers.
The others shake their heads as you squint your eyes at each and every one of them, trying to decipher the culprit. "Whoever it is, I will find out." You take a bite out of the apple before tossing it to the nearest person, who happened to be Alejandro, before starting to leave the area.
Alejandro catches the apple between his hands, staring down at the fruit with a chuckle to see where you had bit into it before taking a bite of his own.
Soap can't help but clench his jaw at Alejandro's cockiness. Ghost just turns away unbothered, it’s none of his concern. Or at least that’s what he tells himself.
"Wait you're not mad about the pie?" Gaz calls out after you.
"What pie?" You turn back.
Wot
"The pie....from last night."
"I have no clue what you're talking about." You put on your best innocent expression before walking away.
The men snap their heads towards each other. Have they been poisoned? The longer they stare at each other, the more panicked they get.
Alejandro glances down at the apple you had thrown in his hands and is so close to spitting out the bite he had taken.
"I'm kidding." Your voice nearly makes them jump out of their skin as they turn to see your head popped through the doorway. "The pie was from me." You walk away again before turning back around. "Oh, I almost forgot. I have your blood results so if you're free, come see me when you get the chance."
Shit. Ghost thinks to himself after hearing you mention the blood results. He is hoping his blood sample got demolished in some shape or form, but the way you didn't even try to pull him aside to break the "unfortunate" news tells him otherwise. He's just not going to show.
The men watch you walk away in silence after your little moment of humor. They almost don't know how to react. The way the warmth of your voice blended with the obscurity of your words threw them in for a loop.
All except Ghost have no clue who has been sending you apples, but whoever it is that is sending you the fruit, they think that person is trying to win you over. So what started out as some misunderstanding on Ghost's end has now turned into this whole peacocking ordeal. Now it's a competition of who gets you better gifts in order to gain your affection, mainly Soap and Alejandro and even Gaz, but mostly Soap. Price still shows you appreciation for your work and what you do in his own way.
Poor Ghost was just trying to manifest "an apple a day keeps the doctor away". So who’s gonna tell him?
Anyways, when you return to your office to work on your paperwork, the boys go out to get you a little something before meeting up with you to go over their bloodwork results. Despite Soap and Gaz's efforts, Alejandro is the first to leave and the first to return. And just as Soap returns with his little gift for you, Alejandro beats him to it, a smirk playing on his lips as he enters your office with a red rose in hand. Poor Gaz wasn't able to find you anything special so he gets you a cool looking rock he saw instead.
Soap is practically fuming. If you squint hard enough, you might see smoke coming out his ears.
You hear a knock on your door and look up from where you sat at your desk to see Alejandro stepping into your office, a sly smirk on his lips as he holds out a rose.
"Alejandro." You quirk a brow. "What's this?"
"For you, hermosa."
"Oh?" You cock your head back in surprise as you take the rose from his hands. "What for?"
"Oh just a little way of showing appreciation." Alejandro leans against your desk.
"Why thank you Alejandro" You blink, trying your best to push down the blush that tries to creep itself onto your cheeks.
"My pleasure."
You decide to place the flower inside the empty vase you had already set out from before when you moved your things in. "I had been meaning to get some flowers to brighten up the area."
"There's no need" Alejandro smirks. "I'm afraid the rose doesn't compare to you. You do that all on your own."
Little do you know Soap is listening in on the whole thing with a frown. If he pressed his ear any closer he'd fall right through the door. Sure the Scots have their special charm but Alejandro is different and has the most rizz out of all of them, and Soap is fully aware and has always heard they make better lovers and that only adds to his panic.
Now you're definitely not able to hide the heat that spread through your face. You can't tell if it's the state of being flustered or just social anxiety. Well they weren't wrong about Alejandro having a way with words. "Geez, thank you Alejandro. But there really is no need for flattery."
"For you, anything hermosa."
Omfg this dude.
You look away from his strong gaze, managing to shove your flustered state away and stopping yourself from releasing the sharp wit you inherited from your father. Clearing your throat, you open up his file. "Well that really is kind of you Alejandro. And since you are already here, I have the results from your blood work."
"Oh? Everything should be good yes?"
"Well yes, for the most part but-"
"But what?" Alejandro looks confused. What's wrong with his blood?
"Your cholesterol levels are pretty high." You open up his file and read over his results.
"They are?"
"I'm afraid so, but not at a dangerous level. You should probably cut out some of that fried food and red meat and watch your butter intake. Nothing too serious though. Add some greens into your diet, as well as some nuts and whole grains and definitely more fruits and veggies and you're good to go." You hand him a copy of his results before giving a look of grimace. "But watch out on the fiber though. Too much of it can lead to increased bowel movements."
"Increased what?"
"You know, a case of the shits."
The way Soap pulls his ear away from the door and slaps his palm on mouth to keep himself from letting out the most offensive laugh known to mankind. If only you could have seen it. Is he going to bring this up in Alejandro's presence? Maybe.
Alejandro looks over the papers you gave him. "Wait really?"
"Yeeaaah." You give the poor fellow a sympathetic smile. "But hey, everything you need to know is right on those papers, so as long as you cut out the foods mentioned and get a higher intake of the others listed, you'll be back to normal in no time."
"Oh uh. Thank you y/n. I appreciate it."
"Anytime Alejandro." You smile. "You know where to find me."
The way Soap nearly trips over himself as he backs away from the door after hearing footsteps, as if he wasn't eavesdropping on every thing.
Alejandro opens the door and walks out of your office, eyes glued to the papers while Soap is just standing there trying not to be noticed.
The moment Alejandro is out of sight, Soap goes over and knocks on your door.
"Come in." You look up and smile to see Soap. Over the course of the few days since you first arrived here, you were to quick to warm up to the young Scotsman, finding comfort and humor in his personality. You enjoyed hearing him talk about just about anything, and his accent always helped to make whatever he had to say all the more interesting. It really is a good thing he does most of the talking since you make a better listener and love to hear what others have to say.
Soap knows you don't talk much and how you prefer to listen and hear stories, so he always makes sure to keep you entertained. This man is 100% golden retriever energy. Also he calls you lass and lassie and you just eat that shit up, he loves how you blush and that small restrained smile appears on your face whenever he says it. Don't worry, so would I. "Soap! You can have a seat if you want, this will be brief."
"Oh uh, I've actually got you something." Soap hands you a small box.
"Oh?" You quirk a brow as you take the box from his hands? What is it with everyone giving you gifts? Are they in on something you're not? "What is it?" You ask as you open the small box to see a bunch of what looks to be biscuits.
"Scottish shortbread." Soap smiles, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. "I brought them along with me from back home but I thought you'd like them with your morning coffee."
"Wait, are you sure you don't want them for yourself? I feel bad."
"Nah. I can always get more.......if-when I go back home. You keep em. It's for ya. Think of it as a welcoming gift.....for all ya done, and the pie ya made for us."
"Soap, I don't know what to say." You give the man a heartfelt smile. "Thank you.....really, it's very thoughtful of you. It'll give me a variety from my bagels."
"Don' mention it." Soap places his hands behind his back before noticing a small framed picture you had set up on your desk that definitely wasn't there before. "Is that you?"
"Hm?" You raise you brow to see what he is referring to and seeing him gesture to the photo.
"Oh. Yeah, that's me as a little girl." You glance at the photo as a soft smile appears on your face. It was a picture of you when you were a little girl around the age of 5, when your dad took you on a camping trip to Zion. The two of you were sitting near the tent he had set up overlooking the mountain range with you sitting in his arms while he played his guitar, wearing that same old baseball cap of his that you had grown accustomed to seeing as you grew up. The longer you looked at the picture and relived that core memory, glancing at the crooked grin that sat on your little face and the way your father beamed, the more your face began to match the fond look that radiated off your father's eyes as he looked down at your giggling state.
"That's quite the smile you got there." Soap teases, chuckling at the expression you held in the photo.
"Oh please." You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he was joking about. "I know I looked goofy. My baby teeth were falling out."
"And that's yer dad?"
"Yup. That's my old man."
"Ya have yer father's eyes." Soap smiles at you, knowing now where you inherited that certain warmth held in your eyes that was able to put the coldest man at ease by just one look.
You let out a soft chuckle, glancing down at the ground to blink away the tears that have yet to form before looking back up at the soldier. "I've been told."
"Where was this taken? The scenery is absolutely braw."
"That was taken at Zion National Park in Utah. My dad had taken me there on a camping trip."
"It's absolutely gorgeous."
"Maybe I'll take you one day."
"Ya mean it?" Soap turns towards you, a grin forming on his face.
"Why not? It's been a while since I went, not since the photo."
"I think you've just made my day lass." Soap smirks before turning to the other photo. "And I'm guessing that's you as well." Soap gestures to the other photo of you around your middle school years that your dad had taken of you, wearing a wet suit as you sat on your surfboard, a grin on your face and your hair matted with salt water while one of your hands formed the shaka sign. "I dinnae ken you surfed."
"Oh yeah, surfing was my life. This was back when I had caught my first wave in Hawaii. My dad was so proud. Took me out for shaved ice right after and couldn't stop bragging to everyone there about how effortlessly I had tube ridden that thing."
"Your dad sounds like a great man."
"The best."
Soap notices the way your smile ever so slightly dropped at one of the corners, as if some sadness had managed to overcome whatever memories that lied in your head so he clears his throat, deciding not to press on the subject any better. "So how does my blood look?"
"Good actually." You blink, his statement reminding you of what you were going to do since he stepped into your office in the first place. "Your levels are all pretty balanced." You hand him a copy of his results. "As for the muscle cramps you mentioned, try to get a higher intake of electrolytes like potassium, magnesium, and calcium. And most importantly, don't forget to stay hydrated and drink lots of water."
"Aye ma'am. I'll make sure of it."
"Thank you Soap."
"No, thank you." Soap gives you one last smile before heading out. "I'll see you around."
"Bye."
It was not long after Soap left that Gaz entered next followed by Price, hearing you go over their results with intent ears. You actually really loved the little rock Gaz had given you, he had even drawn a smiley face on for you. You thought it was really cute despite his embarrassment in not finding you something better. And after the two left, there was only one person left that had yet to show up at your door. Simon 'Ghost' Riley.
Not wanting to pressure the man who looks like he'd stab you for looking at him the wrong way, you decided to stay at your desk, working over some paperwork of your own until the time comes when he decides to show up whenever he sees comfortable.
Picking up your mug, you decide to get some more coffee, leaving your office and heading to the kitchen area to brew yourself a new cup. Looking up from your feet, you see Ghost walking walking in your direction in front of you.
"Ghost!" You call out to him, or as much as you can call out. You never were one for raising your voice, despite the many times your previous teachers had urged you to speak up, displeased with the way you preferred to keep to yourself as opposed to your more extroverted peers. But even when carrying out their commands to speak louder, you always hated doing so, thinking it drew too much attention towards you. It's a wonder you got through med school and became a doctor in the first place.
Ghost had heard you calling out his name and immediately his muscles tense. The last thing he wanted was for you to see him because that only meant one thing, being dragged into your office to go over his blood results until something else insulting slips from his lips. I promise he doesn't hate your guts! So in order to evade you, this man does the first thing that comes to mind, he walks straight into the nearest room, which just so happens to be the shared showers. Simon you dumb fuck. Let’s hope Price isn’t butt ass naked in there for Simon’s sake.
You blink, standing there with your mug that your friend from college thought would be funny to gift you when you started med school, the one that had the words "I have a PHD" in bold colorful letters with the finer print "pretty huge dick" right below it (of course you never used that mug back at the hospital or else you'd hear about it).
So with your mug in hand, you watch the masked man walk straight into the room where the shared showers were. Huh. Well that's weird. You try to give the man the benefit of the doubt, thinking he just did not hear you. Maybe he'll stop by later. So shrugging off what just happened, you head into the kitchen to make yourself a fresh cup of coffee. God an iced coffee sounds good right now.
Once you had headed back to your office, finishing up your work and taking little breaks in between to read your book or snack on something, an hour turned into two, and so forth. Until you looked at your clock and it was already past the time of sunset. Jesus. Where did this dude go? Getting up from your chair, you step out of your office, holding the door open and seeing not a single soul headed in your direction. What in the-
With furrowed brows, you step back into your office, staring down at Ghost's results that just sat there waiting to be picked up.
"Goddamn it." You hiss between your teeth. You have no idea what his issue is or why he avoids you as if you spit in his fruit loops or tea or whatever. But if he keeps this up, it could interfere with your own job. Looking around at your desk, an idea pops into your head as you grab two things that lied there, a sticky note and a two dum-dum lollipops, a sugar cookie flavor and a butterscotch one.
Heading out of your office, you head towards where the men's rooms are located before stopping at a certain particular one, surveying the area around you to make sure no one sees you before staring straight at the door in front of you. Taking out your pen, you write on the note "please stop by my office when you get a chance", making sure to add your initials in the corner before taping it to his door along with the two lollipops, hoping the candy will be some sort of bribe.
"God I hope this works and he doesn't shoot me in the head." You mutter out before heading back to your own quarters that was separate from the men's due to standard protocol. Throwing off your coat and your clothes, you threw on an oversized t-shirt and some sweats, eating a microwaveable dinner in your own room before getting ready to go to bed. There was nothing you craved more than to collapse onto the mattress and bury yourself under the covers. And as you finished brushing your teeth, turning off the lights and getting into a comfortable position under your blanket, all you could do was stare at the ceiling above you.
Little did you know, that same night, in that same moment, there was another who could not sleep, staring at the ceiling as you did now. He had saw the note that you had left him on his door, as well as the two lollipops. It almost annoyed him, whatever it was you were showing towards him. And it did not help that the note had smelled of you, of that perfume that oh so enriched his senses. The man literally has your note laying on top of his bedside table along with the lollipops. He'll throw it out first thing tomorrow he tells himself.
"Oh come the fuck on." You moaned as you turned over onto your side but to no avail. No matter how hard you tried to shut your eyes and shut out any thoughts that attempted at keeping you awake, you just could not fall asleep until you finally give up. "Jesus fuck shit fuck." You hiss to yourself as you throw the blanket off you, sitting up on your bed and throwing on your sweatpants before getting up. Usually on nights like this where you couldn't sleep, you'd find a way to calm your nerves, whether it be reading or drawing or listening to a comforting audiobook.
So, grabbing your pillow and blanket, you open up your closet and grab your father's acoustic guitar, going back over to your bed and staring at the framed photo of your dad that sat on the bedside table before taking that with you as well. Leaving your room, you make sure to be as quiet as possible, looking both ways before heading up towards the roof of the building.
When you were little and had trouble sleeping, your dad used to take you outside to where the two of you had built a little fort, where the two of you would lay under the stars, brushed over by the cool night breeze as he played his guitar, singing old folk and slow classic rock songs until you finally fell asleep. And as you stepped onto the roof, craning your neck to stare up at the stars above you, you were reminded of those moments and the peace it gave you. Setting your bedding down, you prop the picture of your dad up next to you before sitting down with the guitar in hand.
"Hey dad." Your voice is a whisper as you look down at the photo of your father beside you. The photo was taken not even a month after you were born. He had taken you to the fire station he was stationed at, excited to introduce his team to his new precious baby girl, his first child. You could almost say it was your favorite photo of him, sitting on the front bumper of the firetruck in his uniform with you bundled up in a pink blanket in his arms.
"I know it's been a bit of a while since we've last talked." You sigh, forming your fingers into a chord on the fretboard of the guitar. "So to make up for it, I'm going to sing you one of the songs I always used to sing. You know the one, it's one of my favorites, and yours too."
Despite his efforts to fall asleep, Simon had ended up stepping out of his room, walking about the grounds to somewhat ease his mind. This was obviously nothing new to him, he always had trouble sleeping. And during those nights he had trouble sleeping, he'd take a walk to help clear his head. He found comfort in the silence of the night, when everything and everyone was asleep. He would usually go to his favorite spot on the rooftop, where he would seek refuge under the obsidian skies and the silver stars.
As he goes up the stairs that lead up to the roof, he stops at the sound that comes from beyond the door, what sounds to be someone singing and strumming the guitar. Curious to know who the hell had taken his spot and had the radio playing, he goes up further to investigate. So imagine his surprise when he finds you there instead, wrapped up in your blanket and strumming against your guitar, singing The Sundays cover of Wild Horses.
"Childhood living is easy to do
The things that you wanted, I bought them for you
Graceless lady, you know who I am
You know I can't let you slide through my hands" Your voice is ethereal as you sing out the lyrics, your face molded into these deep emotions you can't quite explain.
"Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
I watched you suffer a dull, aching pain
And now you've decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away
Faith has been broken and tears must be cried
Let's do some living after we die
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday."
During the entirety of the song, Simon stands there in the distance behind you, hidden in the shadows, entranced, and can't seem to explain the tingles he feels washing over his body. He thinks he has intruded upon you and wants to leave you to your solitude in what seems to be an intimate moment for you, and yet he can't seem to be able to get his feet to move. Instead he's watching you with this newfound interest. He had never expected you to play the guitar as you did, nor have the voice that you did. So as you finish your song, he almost trips over his own feet trying to back away, scared that you might somehow notice that he had been there this whole time.
"God I miss you dad." You wipe away at the tears that start to spill down your cheeks despite your attempts to wipe them away with the back of your sleeve, scanning your eyes over the stars that scattered across the sky, imagining he was up there amongst them. "I miss you so much."
Regaining his footing, Ghost is careful to open the door leading back into the building, that is until he hears you let out what sounds to be a choked sob. He turns his head back towards you, seeing you bring your knees up to your chest as you cry out, mumbling something he can't quite understand. With his hand still holding the door open, he looks down at the set of stairs, turning his head back towards you for one more time before going down the steps, being careful to shut the door without any noise possible.
Part 3
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How They React When You’re Sick: NCT 127 EDITION
꒰ ͜͡➸ trope: established relationships
꒰ ͜͡➸ nct! boyfriends x non gender specific! reader
this was born because of the sheer fact i’m under the weather a bit so…here they are 💆🏻
dividers credit @horangipilled 🖤
ೃ⁀➷ Taeil
I feel like Taeil would be making sure you don’t lift a finger around him.
Like you try to get up to go grab some water…he’s right there gently pushing you back into bed and scolding you a bit about how he’s your boyfriend and you shouldn’t be afraid to call for him.
“Baby no— stop moving and stay in bed! I got this. It’s my turn to take care of you.”
BIGGEST 👏🏼 PATIENCE 👏🏼 EVER
You’re pretty stubborn when sick with him cause you’re used to dealing it by yourself
“Tsk! I told you babe!”
He’s not afraid to scold you (gotta repeat this cause it’s a big one here) 💀
If he’s on live and you’re sick best believe he’s giving you a glare even though he’s all smiley with everyone, they literally question who’s he’s staring at like that 😭
ೃ⁀➷ Johnny
Honestly with Johnny he would be near you but at the same time give you space just cause he knows you might throw hands with him…💀
You’re both a bit stubborn ngl so as long as you don’t ask or call for him he ain’t coming towards you
IDK I feel like at the same time he’s still keeping an eye from you just from afar so you don’t get upset 🤷🏼
“Why aren’t you coming near me? 🥺”
“Cause you tried hitting me with your sandal—“
“Oh…”
Yeah you’re feisty when you’re sick 💅🏼
Sometimes I think Johnny does it more so you’re at peace cause that’s just how you are but he’s literally worried sick internally cause you tend to get sick a bit too often sometimes
“You’re so careless, can’t you be more careful so you don’t get sick Angel? 😭”
ೃ⁀➷ Taeyong
Oh my god the poor man 😭 he’s literally suffering with you
Like he’s literally just embodying 🥺 the whole time
“Are you sure you don’t need my help baby? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼”
HES JUST SO CUTE OKAY LIKE—
You feel bad that he feels bad that you’re sick, but you’re always reassuring him that it’s just a small cold and nothing more
Until you do get a bit worse
THEN is taeyong running around like crazy trying to find good remedies to help with your sore throat and cough.
As you get better, poor baby will be the one getting sick now (even when you warned him)
“I told you worrying the way you were and being near me would get you sick :(“
“It was worth it 🥴👍🏼”
ೃ⁀➷ Yuta
Y’all…as a fellow Scorpio this could honestly go both ways
He could dot on you and make sure you’re okay by giving you the needed vitamins and medications you need to feel better
OR he would literally tell you to get away from him cause he doesn’t want to get sick 💀
It all depends on his mood, or how important of a schedule is coming up and can’t afford to get sick
There’s no in between…✋🏼💀
“Awe baby lemme help you out.”
“No — nO — NO—“
“Baby you know I can’t get sick 😭”
He will whine about it if you’re close to him and will make a finger cross towards you 😭😂
Sometimes he ends up being sick or he just gets a sneezing fit
ೃ⁀➷ Doyoung
He acts like he doesn’t care
Will honestly make you believe it at one point
“Just don’t come near me yeah? I can’t get sick.”
Will make a BIG ASS deal about how he can’t come near you because you’re sick and he can’t get sick cause it will ruin the whole schedule that’s been planned out
But he sends you vitamin replenishment drinks, snacks, you name it to your door step with a note
“Please get well baby :(❤️ I’m sorry for being a grouch 😔🫶🏼”
Sometimes, and rarely even sometimes it’s always when you’re sick, you wanna deck tf out of him just because he’s being sour and all you have is a runny nose.
WILL DENY ALL AND ANY SORT OF ACCUSATIONS YOU THROW AT HIM FOR BEING SOUR
“I don’t know what you’re talking about 🤷🏼” (red ass fucking ears giving him away)
But ofc you got the members and receipts to back you up 😎💅🏼
He ends up cuddling you all night long after you call him out
You can’t really be that mad at him (though you really are) cause you get where he’s coming from just as long as he makes up for it when you’re better
ೃ⁀➷ Jaehyun
My man is dotting on you!!!
Just like taeil, he doesn’t want you moving at all. He prefers making sure you’re well rested, hydrated, and overall content
Honestly you try to get up and do your own things but he has this 6th sense where he just knows and he would be so gentle when questioning you
“Where you going baby?”
“I gotta pee 🧍🏼”
“Need any help?”
“No?”
Just stands there for a moment contemplating whether or not should he be by your side
With a quiet sigh he always gives to a gently smile
“Okay baby. Call me if you need anything.”
ೃ⁀➷ Jungwoo
Just like Taeyong he’s embodying 🥺 around you
He doesn’t know what personal space is
IT IS WHAT IT IS
he doesn’t care if he gets sick or not he’s on you
25/8 Jungwoo is on you, cuddling you, kissing you,dotting on you
Sick? Doesn’t give a fuck 🤷🏼
“We’re in love! No sickness will separate us! 😤”
“Jungwoo please I feel like ima puke.”
“Then puke on me 😍”
You have to literally pry him off of you
Had to bring Taeyong and Johnny one time to help you get him off 😭
“NO, NO, NO!!! DONT TAKE ME AWAY!! BABY PLEASE—!”
“Jungwoo I’m literally going to puke! Let me do it with some privacy!”
“But I’m supposed to be with you!”
Man is sulking like a scolded puppy 😭 pouty lips and everything
Honestly feel bad for him 🥹🙏🏼
ೃ⁀➷ Mark
Dude…
This man doesn’t know what to do to make you feel better 😭
Is literally calling Johnny and asks what he gives his partner to make them feel better
“Do you seriously not know what to give to them?”
“N-no! I mean…taeyong hyung is always the one giving me the medications :(“
Poor baby is suffering and google isn’t helping him 😭
But you are!
You calmly (bc we know he’s panicking) tell him which medications work best for you and don’t and always give him a visual aid on said medications.
“Babe I feel bad :( like I’m not being helpful at all…”
“Mark, baby, you’re doing great!”
(You’re always reassuring him)
“Dude…🥺”
ೃ⁀➷ Haechan
It’s either he’s doesn’t get sick or he is sick with you
(he’s the one that got you sick)
Whinny
Literally whining the whole time 😭
“Why do I gotta be sick! This sucks I can’t even get head from you cause you can’t even breathe properly 😭😭😭😭”
Forgot to mention….he’s usually 24/7 horny-ness is 100x worse than it usually is
“Haechan—“
“YOU WANT ME SO BAD!!! CANT DENY IT COME ON BABY LETS DO IT!!”
“Haechan I literally feel like I’m dying right now”
“So we die together 😍🙏🏼”
“Haechan fuck off im not doing this with you 😭”
WILL AND SHOVE IT IN YOUR FACE just how sulky he got 💀
Then you threaten to call Taeyong on him then he’s gonna act like he did nothing wrong
“What? 😁 I didn’t do anything 😁”
Will be side eyeing him the whole night because you know he’s up to no good 💀
literally was giggling the whole time writing this cause of how much fun it is !!! haven’t done it in a while (I was writing this first before my valentine post 😭👍🏼)
But I hope you guys enjoyed it!! Lemme know if I should do different scenarios and with the other members too!
remember my asks are open! and if you wish to join my taglist make sure to comment/message me !! :)) ❤️
Much love MWAH MWAH 🥰
— mochi 🖤
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Seventeen’s Love Languages
Acts of Service
Scoups: probably the type to do the dishes every time. If you cook, he’ll do the dishes. If you’re cleaning, he’ll do laundry. The type to also run errands for you if you find that stuff boring/tiring. Y’all’s going to divide-and-rule this chores game.
Jeonghan: maybe the kind to pay for things without really making it obvious. Acts of service doesn’t have a standard definition (like everything else) for this man. And then one day you’d wonder “oh yeah I don’t recall the last time I filled gas in the car”. Same goes for things around the house.
Joshua: the kind to do things you didn’t realise were due, like figure out insurance stuff or change your car batteries or maybe even restock supplies. He’ll pick up on things you might have missed so you don’t have to bother later.
Jun: seems like the type to notice little things that need attention/fixing, like tidying up cables, fixing a creaking cupboard door, and will do all the heavy lifting without ever being asked.
Hoshi: he might work better with instruction; you tell him to do something and he’ll do it every day thereafter. Would like nothing more than watering plants as you talk about your day, or fold laundry when you guys are watching tv.
Wonwoo: I think he’s a “do taxes before they’re due” kinda person, and would do stuff that you might find tedious. Might be tidying around the house as a habit so you don’t even really realise it, but it comes naturally to him.
Woozi: puts you on a phone plan so you never pay phone bills. I’d say same goes for gym memberships, grocery discount cards, online shopping accounts, etc. that you might not have ever bothered with because it was already done before you knew it.
Dokyeom: he may do little things but is consistent. He’d remember doctor’s appointments, recycling days, etc. and do his bit to help. The type to brew you coffee every morning.
Mingyu: literally everything you need done on that day. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, taking out the trash, groceries, honestly that’s the day you do nothing at all and everything’s taken care of.
The8: perhaps the type to remind you to go for health check ups and pick up the right vitamins/ supplements for you. He’ll do things you don’t have the time for, including organising, tidying and will do that when he sends you off on a spa appointment.
Seungkwan: Will likely enrol in a Pilates class with you and make sure your time off from work is spent on yourself. If you have a hobby or play a sport, he’ll always remember little things like buying you new equipment or tools. Probably into organising and labelling stuff.
Vernon: always remembers your takeout order, whether it’s coffee or your favourite pizza joint. Will never skip your weekend routines and make sure everything’s in place for movie night or barbecue Sunday, so you can relax until Monday comes again.
Dino: probably drives you around a lot whenever you need to go somewhere. Always remembers your work timings and calls you when you’re late. Will pick you up on late nights and drive you on groggy mornings.
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headcannon about going to the movies with him??? So random but I remember the video of him saying “I got to the movies by mySELF….no handjobs… just ME and my vitamin water” lmao and always had me thinking about going to the movies with him haha definitely could be two versions, NSFW and fluff 😏
Note: I’ll try and slide some nsfw/smut in here if I can
He 100% plans them
Knows about new movies, releases, and how well they're doing in the box office.
Will either take snacks or buy a bunch. LARGE pop corn!
You hope the ac is directly on you so he’ll give you his sweater nice and toasty!
Has love for 2 genres! Horror or romance (sometimes a rom-com!)
Will play the video games outside in the lobby with you until it was time for the screening.
Definitely takes picture of you or both of you for memories
Horror: aside from having some good plot, setting and story pacing he loves when you get scared! Aside from a good laugh he likes when you cling and cuddle him. Or when the movie tensed up and hide your face into his side. He honestly likes to feel like your sage spot for when your scared. So he just hugs you or bring a you close and you cuddle into him and watch the rest of the film
You know the bad horror movies that turn into comedies cuz they’re bad?? Yea you love those. So you spend time watching, critiquing and laughing about the movie and it’s a blast! Talk about how the choice was dumb, or how the cgi was bad or even if the actors did a half assed job.
After movies are over he walks with you hand in hand and you both give a rating to the movie and pick it apart
I’m sorry if you don’t like romance 😭
Romance: he loves to observe you during the romance films :) sometimes there are certain gestures that you rlly focus on, or something that made you cry or feel emotional he’ll pay close attention. Most likely he’ll repeat the action to get the same reaction out of you only it was real :). Or if the movie is a lil sad and he sees you cry and leans over and says
“I love you” just in a way, in his mind, to remind and reassure you that he really does love and appreciate you to no end
Okay that’s movies at the THEATERS! 👁️👄👁️
At home he’d defiantly get more handy with you and you with him. Especially if it’s a deep romance movie he’ll try and swoon you 😏🫵🏼
“You know, I have some better ways to show you, I love you more than anyone in this world”
If there is a sexual scene in the movie it’s your cue to also join in. Sometimes completely abandoning the movie to go and uh…star in your own 😏
Yes y’all have made movies just for you AAAAHHFJED
Over all the best movie buddy and boyfriend :)
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ITS THE NEW YEAR. Y’ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!!!
WE BACK AT THE GACHA AGAIN VICTIMS!!!
Villain Dies by G-idle is playing right now, and I couldn’t think of a better theme for this time🙄 if bro doesn’t come home easy, Mr Cay-Cay-gonna-Slay-Slay is going to get slain by yours truly.
SO HERE WE GO ONE PULL!!!!!!
HE FUCKING LOVES ME!!!!! THANK YOU I LOVE YOU HELL YEAH MOTHER FUCKER!!!! LOOK AT HIS SILLY LITTLE ROBES!!!! BRO HAS THE HEARTSABYUL DRIP AND I CARE HIM VERY MUCH!!!
HE LOOKS SO HAPPY I AM SCREAMING!!! I LOVE HOW THE HEARTSABYUL UNIFORM PINS ARE STILL INCORPORATED INTO THIS DESIGN ITS SO CUTE I AM GOING TO CHEW THIS GUY UP LIKE A GOD DAMN VITAMIN GUMMY UGRH
I actually like screamed silently when I saw the red light inside the coffin. Like WAN SUI!!!! THIS GINGER ACTUALLY CAME IN ONE PULL HE LOVES ME FR FR FR (Ceru being delusional as fuck)
I AM TAKING. PHOTOS. OF YOU. HOLD STILL YOU MF!!!!!
Ok so after the excitement of one pull Cater, I went to everyone’s favourite queen, Vil the silly. I was praying for better luck here. Another one pull sr!!!!
No.
Fucker did not want to come home in a single pull.
I HAD TO SPEND 14 PULLS FOR JUST ONE VIL. ONE VIL.
WELCOME HOME YOU EXPENSIVE BEAUTIFUL ANNOYANCE🙄🙄🙄 YOU’RE LUCKY YOU’RE A PRETTY WELL WRITTEN CHARACTER. IF NOT I WOULDN’T HAVE SPENT A TEN PULL FOR YOU🙄🙄🙄
Jokes we all know I would have
NO WINDOW SHOPPING???? THAT’S MY HOBBY THO??? CRUEL!!!!!! HOW CRUEL!!! YOU FORBID CERU FROM BROWSING YOUR GOODS???? JAIL! JAIL FOR VIL FOR A THOUSAND YEARS!!!!!
So you would think I was finished pulling? NOPE! Because I already spent one ten pull on Vil/Sebek Banner,I decided to spend one on Cater/Ruggie’s banner for funsies…. And Cater dupes. I hate him victims you have to believe me-
AND THEN
AND THEN THEN THEN THEN I SAW THE LIGHT. THE GOLDEN FUCKING LIGHT. I WAS FULLY EXPECTING ANOTHER DORM UNIFORM CARD.
THEN
I AUDIBLY SCREECHED
RUGGIE RUGGIE RUGGIE OF THE BUCHIS I LOVE YOU COME HERE MWA MWA MWA WELCOME HOME
I ACTUALLY LOVE THE CARD OF HIS SO MUCH!!!! THE LITTLE SCARF AND THE FISH WALLET ON HIS NECK??? THE LITTLE TUFF OF HAIR TIED UP???? I AM GNAWING ON HIM LILW A BRICK I LOVE HIM I LOVE LOVE HIM SO MUCH MWA MWA MWA
26 pulls SSR????? I LOVE YOU RUGGIE THANK YOU FOR COMING HOME
YES GET THAT CASH BABY BOY!!!!! WHOOOOO!!!!
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Jungkook is an incredibly precious human being. He’s bratty, and sweet, and meticulous, and charming, and calculating, and assertive, and introverted, and above all, hand-fistingly, brow-scrunchingly, high-pitched-wailing into the night, cute.
He’s so cute it almost destroys me.
The trust he has in ARMY, is something I hope we never take for granted. It’s rare, and many would argue unwise to consistently express such vulnerability to millions of people who may have their own motives. And nobody knows that more than Jungkook - a multi millionaire who has lived in the spotlight for almost a decade. And yet, with ARMY, when he feels anxious or can’t sleep or whatever, he feels comforted being with ARMY, being watched by ARMY, sharing tiny bits and pieces of himself with ARMY.
Goodness.
I hope y’all are saving up for JJK1. He’s clearly working hard at it, and he’s said since last year he’ll be releasing music after Yoongi.
And this is more or less confirmed
Edit (because someone DM’d me they can’t understand the chart. Sorry btw. Sometimes I forget Korean isn’t very accessible. So here’s a key to understand the chart.)
Stars: albums - the letters within the stars indicate whether it’s a mini, full, solo, or repackage album.
M : mini-album
J : full-album
U : unit/solo-album
R : repackage-album
日: Japan-album
Blue-shading : concert/tour
Grey shading : fanmeet
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Personally, I’m prepared to go all out, as I have for Jimin and Yoongi’s releases, year to date. With JK’s musical output so far, I’ve resigned myself to the possibility his album could be the poppiest of the seven, and that’s not really my taste tbh. But I’ll be looking forward to it because even his pop-py, EDM-laced preferences are executed well, and it’s always possible he blindsides me and surprises me with a very different sound than what many expect of him.
Either way, he’s working hard so I trust the product will be excellent.
I hope we’re all gearing up to run this race again, this time with JK as the Bora-flagbearer. Like with Jimin’s FACE, and Yoongi’s D-DAY, it will be a race in two parts: a sprint then a marathon.
Please stay hydrated, take your vitamins, check your iron levels, take care of yourself, and prioritize the boys if they’re the reason you’re here. The competition will be fierce, solo stans will raise hell, and everyone will want a piece of him. It would be nice if the core fandom can manage to keep their heads on straight and focus on Jungkook.
Aside, JK’s sleepy Wlive reminded me of a VCR that’s haunted me for years.
This one:
Maybe it’s the same sleepy pose, and the eyes…
Actually, the whole Serendipity MV comes to mind when I remember JK’s Wlive. And Jimin is the reason.
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Sigh, these men.
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Hey I've ever done this so I hope I've done it properly, but I just love, Love, LOVE your writing!
I was wondering if you could write Early seasons Reid x platonic BAU!Reader where he's rambling of about a topic and gets all embarrassed but she super into it and tells him she's actually interested and listening. Then Morgan teases them or something?
I hope it's not too much, Thank you so much❤️
not too much at all, thanks for the request and the kind words!!
pairing: spence reid x platonic!reader
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“I’m exhausted,” she groaned, leaning back into her seat.
Spencer looked at her from his desk.
“You okay?”
She nodded. “Just tired. You got any suggestions to keep me going the rest of the day? This coffee is doing jack.”
“Actually, yeah, apples can be a really good way to up your energy if the coffee isn’t working for you. Plus, I’m sure your adenosine receptors are overloaded from how much caffeine I see you drinking on a daily basis,” he said, smirking at his own joke before he continued. “Apples are pretty high in fiber and vitamin C, plus they have a relatively high water content, so maybe it would help you stay awake for the rest of the day when you feel yourself start dragging around…”
He trailed off, looking a little embarrassed. She looked at him with a quirked brow.
“Everything okay, Reid?”
He glanced back up, opening and closing his mouth quickly, clearly unsure of how to go about the subject. He took a deep breath, then started speaking.
“I was rambling.”
She smirked, tilting her head a bit. “And?”
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
He leaned back in his seat, not making eye contact.
“I’m sure I was being annoying. You don’t need to know about apples and… And fiber and adenosine.”
She sat up a little straighter, looking at him for a moment from her seat. When he glanced back at her.
“It’s not annoying, Spencer. I asked and I actually thought it was really interesting,” she affirmed. “Not to mention, really helpful. I always get tired around three every day. I probably should try an apple.”
He quirked a brow. “Really? Not about the apple, sorry, just— You wanted to listen to that?”
She nodded. “Of course. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want you to tell me what you knew. Now if you don’t tell me the rest of what I want to know, that’s when I’ll be annoyed.”
He smiled, about to start talking again about the carbohydrates and the possibility that aroma lends itself to help boost energy when Morgan walked up.
“Finally found someone who can take your never-ending talking?” he asked Reid with a smirk.
Reid immediately went pink in the cheeks, stumbling over his words.
“Actually,” she started, “I just show an interest in my friends. Maybe you should try it a little more, Morgan.”
He chuckled, feigning shock. “Ooh, you wound me, mama.”
She laughed, accepting a grateful smile from Spencer who was readying himself to spill as much information to her as she would allow.
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“Yoongi tries to fight the restraints, having come to realise that they won’t budge. No matter how hard he tries, he won’t find freedom through fighting. He huffs out air, dropping his head in exhaustion. So here he is. On his knees with a blindfold over his eyes and his arms tied up above his head. He is your prisoner now. His fate is to take what you give him.”
Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f.Reader
Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, BDSM
Warnings: sub!Yoongi, mean Dom!Reader, bratty masochist!Yoongi, abduction roleplay, prisoner roleplay, he is fighting being her captive just so she can put him into his place, he also wants her to push him around when his hands are tied, rough treatment, primal play? idk if I can call it like that, biting, use of blindfolds, rope bondage, kneeling, degradation & name calling, dirty talk, face & cock slapping, bondage to a wooden post & to the bed, “forced” stripping, knife play :), nipple play, scent kink, drool, oral (f.receiving), finger sucking, face sitting, Yoongi and his long monster tongue fucking her senseless (i will go down with this trope), he is also trying to control his strength, panties as a gag, choking, breath play, she rides him, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms (m. & f.receiving), squirting for both ;), tears, the softest aftercare, sweet pillowtalk, they are just horny & kinky and so in love :(
Wordcount: 12.4k
a/n: y’all sometimes I am in a mood. This was such a mood. I just thought of Sanguis!Yoongi and came to the conclusion that he is the type of sub who is way too into being treated roughly & disrespectfully. And boi, can this man take a good consensual beating, he’d probably beg you to do it harder before he’s even as much as satisfied. I am- just read for yourselves, Imma head out now and scream into the void 🥴💛
“You want me to be what?” you squeak out, staring at Yoongi with widened eyes.
You and him had been relaxing by the lake for the last few hours. It was a really beautiful day. Sunny and with clear skies. Yoongi had wanted to stay inside in his dark, cold wing, but you dragged him outside, telling him that he’s an old grumps and that Vitamin D and some warmth will do him good. Then you forced him to help you row a boat and sit in the sunlight. He tried to pretend that he didn’t like it, but then proceeded to fall asleep with his head on your lap and his arms hugging your leg rather tightly. You found it beyond adorable because he purred quietly as he slumbered and each time you stopped petting his hair he just kind of huffed out air until you pet him again. Truly, it was beyond adorable. The sun however is sweltering, which is why you and him found refuge under some trees by now, sharing a picnic blanket and eating grapes.
“I want you to be my kidnapper, who regularly uses my body for her pleasure”, Yoongi says nonchalantly, keeping his eyes closed.
“I’m sorry, but what the fuck?”
Yoongi peels his left eye open.
“What?”
“I was telling you about our tomato plants and you drop that bomb of a confession on me.”
Yoongi closes his eyes again and shimmies into a more comfortable position.
“I’m just saying, no need to overreact that way”, he mumbles nonchalantly.
Just a second later and his lips curl into an amused smirk as he feels your hand strike his chest in a soft nudge.
“I’m not overreacting, you have terrible timing.”
“I think my timing was perfect.”
“No”, you laugh, “no, it was terrible”
Yoongi opens his eyes, turning his head so he could look at you better. Even now after he shocked you with such a confession, your eyes sparkle in love for him.
“I was thinking about it”, he says.
“Oh?” your eyebrows shoot up, “so that’s what you’re thinking about when I’m talking to you?”
“Not always, just today.”
“Wow”, you laugh, nudging his chin, “you’re so rude. Are my tomatoes not good enough?”
“No, they’re great”, he touches your collarbones, tracing them slowly, “I can’t wait to taste them.”
You giggle, drawing closer to him.
“I want to make tomato sauce with you once we have lots of ripe ones.”
“Yes, okay. I know a really good recipe”, Yoongi answers you, “we’ll make enough to get us through winter.”
“Yes”, you whisper in awe, “that would be so awesome.”
“Mhm-hm, then we’ll do it”, he says softly, letting his eyes race over your features.
There is some silence between you and him. Yoongi continues tracing your collarbones while you study his face.
“You’re still thinking about it, aren’t you?” you whisper.
Yoongi nods his head.
“And what exactly are you imagining?”
Yoongi rolls onto his stomach, props himself up on his elbow and wraps his arm around your waist. He tilts his head to the side and leans in.
Then he whispers.
He whispers every single little detail of his darkest fantasy to you and it feels as if he was making love to you with just his sweet voice and sinful words.
“Holy fuck, Yoongi”, you croak once he pulls back, feeling weak-kneed even now that you are lying down.
“Think you can do that?” he asks with his pupils dilated and his breathing quickened.
You nod your head slowly.
“Yeah”, you croak.
“Fuck, princess”, he tugs you snug against his hips. They just kind of start moving against you all while his once calm hand begins groping at your side.
“You want to do it right now, don’t you?”
He nods his head, basically undressing you with his eyes.
You feel the same. You are pretty sure you soaked through your panties by now.
“Should we pack up and go back to the estate?”
“I’d be down”, he rasps.
Yoongi collides with the wall, writhing desperately in his fight for air. His throat rattles, his eyes are threatening to roll back.
“Don’t run away from me”, you bark, gripping him by his shoulders to press him against the rough brick wall. It forces his head to collide with it and for just a second he feels dizzy.
Your rough handling rubs the skin on his elbows open and Yoongi wiggles in his attempt to escape. Not that he can. His arms are tied, as are his wrists.
“Let me go”, he presses out through gritted teeth.
“No. You’re coming with me.”
You twist him around and dig your nails into the back of his neck to push.
Yoongi growls, fighting you fruitlessly. He is at your mercy now.
He was so close to escaping. He just had to run faster and he could have tasted freedom. But he didn’t and because of it, you caught him, now dragging him back to the imprisonment he just managed to escape from.
He isn’t supposed to be here. He never was and never will. He is your captive, whose only home has become the cold prisons and your bedroom.
You lead him past his open prison cell. He slipped past you as you opened it, thinking that this would finally give him his freedom back.
“Where are you taking me?” he gasps now that you aren’t taking him back to the cell.
“You know where.”
“No”, Yoongi chokes out, “not there.”
“You should have thought about the consequences before trying to escape.”
“I’m going to kill you”, he spits, “there will come a day when I will put my hands around your throat and squeeze the life out of you.”
You sneak a glance at him. You know that this is a roleplay. Yoongi told you that this is what he wants. To be your prisoner, who is captured against his will and whose body gets used for your pleasure. And that he will fight you for as long as possible. Also that you shouldn’t be offended by anything he will say as his words during the play are not how he truly thinks about you.
It still feels peculiar to have him plot your murder oh so loudly.
“I’d like to see you try. We’ll see where it’ll get you”, you spit, pushing him up the stairs, “if I remember correctly, last time you tried, I had you living in my little cage for a week. Maybe it’s time to bring it back.”
Yoongi sends you a poisonous look over his shoulder. You push him harder, making him stumble and fall.
“Oh”, you gasp, “sorry, are you okay my prince?” you falter, “no wait”, you pause and laugh, “I mean…get up, idiot.”
Yoongi can’t help but chuckle, sneaking a glance at you. His eyes carried his honest emotions in them.
“Don’t feel bad, handle me with utter disrespect.”
You nod your head vigorously.
“Yeah I’m trying. It won’t happen again…I think.”
Yoongi grins.
“Fuck princess, now I’m out of the headspace. You have to get me back there again.”
“Uhm…okay.”
Slap.
The sound echoes through the entire cellar and deep into the system of tunnels under the city. Your palm burns.
Yoongi looks baffled.
You just struck him across the face, doing so with your entire strength. He blinks, tries to look at you again, but fails. He barely manages to close his eyes before you blind him with the help of a cotton cloth. You close it behind his head, doing so roughly.
Yoongi has no idea where exactly you hid that cloth as he expected you to put it on his face when you are in your bedroom, but he won’t complain. It’s that added factor of being completely taken by surprise which makes the entire roleplay feel oh so real.
“Don’t look at me and keep walking”, you bark, slapping his head to the front before grabbing him by the back of his neck again to push him.
Yoongi stumbles. Not only up the stairs, but back into his headspace as well.
“I’ve got people looking for me.”
“Don’t be ridiculous”, you scoff, “I know you, you’re a loner. Why do you think I picked you?”
Yoongi stumbles. He expected another step but was met with the ground. It made him stumble and for you to pull him back up by his elbows.
“Fucking idiot, watch where you’re walking.”
Yoongi wiggles and huffs out air, regretting it as a second later he has you pushing him so harshly he almost falls down.
“People will still notice.”
“I doubt it”, you say, “now walk, I’m tired of pushing you.”
Yoongi hears doors close then your steps become muffled by carpet. The smell of plants tickles his nose. He knows exactly where you and him are right now. Your hallway. Not long and he will be captured in your bedroom while you do whatever you want with him.
This is his last chance.
Yoongi knows that once those golden doors close, he will be fucked. Quite literally.
“Argh”, he growls and twists around.
It surprises you and you end up stumbling to the side as Yoongi pushes you and then runs.
“What the fuck?” he hears you gasp behind him and it makes him smile in triumph.
He did it. He stunned you. After all those months of ever repeating days and long nights in your chambers, Yoongi finally stunned you.
“Where are you going? Come back!”
Yoongi runs as best as possible, using his senses to guide him. It is hard, his throat aches in his quick pants. If only his wrists weren’t tied so tightly. If only his arms weren’t so constrained. He could pull the blindfold down. But he can’t and so he is left stumbling in the dark while trying to find his orientation through nothing but scent.
Freedom smells sweet and it comes closer and closer. The door must be near.
Just a few more steps. Not long. Come now, run faster. Run.
He meets the hardness of the door harshly. His body gets knocked into it, the side of his head collides with it and his arms ache as they get crushed between the wood and his torso. It wasn’t his doing, but yours.
“Urgh”, he groans, feeling genuine surprise.
You have caught up with him, now pressing him against the door after having pushed him.
"Don’t run", you hiss, "You can’t run. Don’t you get it? You’re mine."
“I hate you”, he croaks.
“You think I care? Doesn’t matter if you hate me or not, your cock’s good enough for me”, you hiss and Yoongi swears that he has never been hard quicker than he managed to be right now.
With a harsh tug on his hair you pull him back down the hallway, “follow me.”
And Yoongi follows, stumbling while his head is dizzy in excitement.
You push him into your bedroom. Yoongi stumbles and falls to his knees, crawling away from you instantly.
He could locate you. Just by your scent or your sounds. But he forces his vampiric senses to stop. He wants to be clueless. He wants to crawl around the floor like a helpless animal until you catch him and do whatever you want with him.
Obviously the whatever had been thoroughly discussed and planned by the two of you beforehand, but Yoongi has realised by now that you like to add your own little spice to it. And that spice is making him burn up in arousal.
Just as right now when you catch him and then drag his feet back, forcing him to fall down. With a skilled grip, you manage to flip him over and a second later Yoongi feels your weight on his ribcage. He wiggles, kicking the ground fruitlessly. You are keeping him down, making breathing just that tiny bit harder.
Light greets his eyes. You tugged the blindfold down for now, pinning him down with madness in your eyes. Yoongi should be scared, nervous, frightened but all he feels is way too much awe for you. Also there might be a possibility that his cock throbbed at the view, but let’s not concentrate on that embarrassing thought right now.
You grip his chin with two fingers, squishing his cheeks together. Your lips curl into a dark smirk, the kind which twists Yoongi’s stomach in arousal.
“You’re so adorable”, you taunt, “did you really think you could escape me?” you coo sickeningly sweet, running your fingers through his hair.
Yoongi hisses, baring his teeth as he tries to move his head away from your touch. It doesn’t work, it just makes you twist his hair and then push his head down on the floor.
“I’ve had stronger boys than you in captivity. Your miniscule attempts mean nothing to me. They just amuse me.”
Yoongi huffs out air, but feels electric. You are so mean. Fuck, this gets him off so good.
“Wait”, you furrow your brows, “why are you making that face? What’s wrong? Am I too rough?” you ask, placing your hands on his cheeks to caress them softly. You sound like his princess. Sweet and full of love.
He shakes his head, faltering in his composure. He loves you so much. Oh my god, he loves you like crazy.
“You’re beautiful”, he whispers.
“You-”, you blink rapidly, flustering, “oh wow, uhm”, you laugh shyly, reaching out to caress his temples, “you’re stupid. Don’t say that when I’m trying to be mean to you.”
He laughs.
“You were the one who asked.”
“Yes, but you’ll really tell me when I go too far. Won’t you?”
“Yes, I will.”
“Okay”, you have to smile, “oh Yoongs, you look so handsome like this”, you say in a giggle, feeling up his face and leaning in.
You kiss him. Yoongi kisses you back even if he shouldn’t for the sake of the roleplay. But he can’t help himself. Your kiss is so good. You feel so amazing.
You bite his lower lip then. Hard and rough. It surprises Yoongi, who ends up moaning into the kiss while squirming under your weight. You pull back with a giggle, letting his lip slip out of your teeth when it physically can’t follow you anymore. Oh how it leaves it burning and aching for another bite.
You sit up, putting your entire weight on his chest while gazing at his face with lovedrunk eyes. And while you do, you trace his features.
“Princess hey”, he whispers, “you’re supposed to be mean to me.”
“Huh?” you blink rapidly to get out of your lovedrunk trance.
“You’re supposed to be mean”, he whispers, giving you a little grin.
“Urgh, I know”, you whine, “goddamn it, I always slip out of the role. Sorry, I just want to praise you all the time because you’re so handsome and sexy.”
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he makes sure.
“Yes, I’m having so much fun”, you nod your head, “and you?”
“Yeah, I have so much fun.”
You giggle, “good. I try to do a good job, because I want to make it the best experience ever.”
“You’re doing amazing, princess. When you threw me against the wall, that was hot as fuck.”
“Fuck, Yoongs”, you begin squirming, feeling up his face.
“So be mean. I’m serious, fucking hurt me princess.”
“Okay, I will. I just have to be serious”, you furrow your brows, “got to be angry and scary and beat your ass.”
Yoongi smiles fondly.
“What? Stop looking at me”, you hiss and tug the blindfold back on his eyes, “disgusting.”
He feels short of air, which is quite ironic because your weight leaves his ribcage, but he still does. You are so perfect in that role. He hadn’t expected you to switch back so easily, but you did. Of course you did, because you are perfect.
“Fuck”, he presses out.
He can barely take in air and you have already dragged him to his knees, using the thick ropes around his wrists to tug him over the ground.
Yoongi can barely follow you, feeling every rough stumble his knees have to pillow. And he loves it. He fucking loves it, fighting you just so you can drag him rougher and he struggles even more.
You stop and twist him. His back hits the hardness of your bedpost. He isn’t on the bed, but kneeling right in front of it.
That wasn’t in the plan, which turns Yoongi on even more.
The pressure on his arms subsides, he can move them again. For just a second because then you force them high above his head and restrain them against the bedpost.
Yoongi wants to moan but retorts to growling in anger instead. He has to stay in the role.
“Release me”, he spits, “you fucking bitch, release me.”
“Never. You’re mine now.”
Yoongi tries to fight the restraints, having come to realise that they won’t budge. No matter how hard he tries, he won’t find freedom through fighting.
He huffs out air, dropping his head in exhaustion. So here he is. On his knees with a blindfold over his eyes and his arms tied up above his head. He is your prisoner now. Despite all his attempts at fighting for his freedom, he is back to where he started. Maybe even in a far worse situation than before. At least in his cell he had freedom to move around, now he doesn’t. His fate is to take what you give him.
First his head gets yanked back into an upright position. Then he feels your strong fingers holding it tightly. It squishes his cheeks.
“I should keep you like this”, your voice is raspy, “just tied up and blindfolded and with the knowledge that you’re at my mercy.”
Yoongi swallows down a moan.
He releases it when a second later you slap his cheek. Not as hard as you did in the cellar, it was more of a harsh nudge.
He tenses up, giving you a deep growl. The amused chuckle you let out taunts him.
“You’re adorable”, you say and pat the crown of his head.
“You’re the worst.”
“Oh, I know. I’m very well aware of it”, you snicker devilishly and come closer to tickle his ear with your lips.
Yoongi holds his breath.
“What I’m going to do to you will redefine the word sadistic”, you whisper, watching in delight how he shudders and tilts his head back in bliss.
You place your tongue on his neck and lick it. Yoongi fights it because that is what he is supposed to do right now, but all he wants to do is moan your name and shiver. To have you lick his neck with such confidence after whispering such words to him turns him on so much.
You moan, taking his earlobe between your teeth. And while you do, you let your hands disappear in his pants, cupping his buttocks and using the grip to press his hips into yours. You make him grind against you, releasing his ear to lick the other side of his neck.
“Fuck”, he croaks, arching his back.
“See? I told you, you like it when I turn you on”, you taunt and let your left hand disappear between his buttocks. Your fingers press hard, eliciting an actual surprised gasp from Yoongi. They won’t slip in, but it doesn’t make a difference. Yoongi feels the pressure on his rim while his cock is grinding against your thigh and that is enough.
“You think I like it?” he tries to sound angry but fuck, he just wants to moan, “it’s biology. Nothing more.”
“I don’t think so. I think you’re secretly a whore for my touches.”
Yoongi wants to agree, but flashes his fangs instead.
Not that you see them, you are way too busy nibbling on his ear and driving him crazy in the process.
“That’s why you haven’t tried to escape yet. Be honest Yoongi, you love being my sex slave.”
He doesn’t know what turns him on more. You using his name with such mockery in your voice or you calling him your sex slave. Maybe it’s both. Yes, it’s definitely both.
“I’ll kill you”, he presses out, gasping a second later when you manage to breach him just enough that your fingertip is inside.
“Maybe, that’d be fun”, you laugh in mockery, “but first I’m going to reduce you to nothing.”
You force it deeper, just past your first knuckle. The breach burns from the friction, leaving him clenching around you.
“Ah, f-fuck”, he croaks, chasing your touch in a roll of his hips.
You slip your finger out again, smirking darkly when Yoongi seems to huff out air in desperation. Truly, it is a shame that you have to stop, but you have more important things to do. Such as getting him naked.
You yank his pants down, keeping them around his thighs just so he feels even more constrained. It is thrilling to watch just how hard his cock already is, springing free once the fabric is gone.
“Look at that. You’re so hard”, you taunt, hovering your hand over his cock just close enough that Yoongi can feel the warmth of it.
He is going to lose his mind. The blindfold is making him so sensitive to everything that touches his skin. And the fact that you are not touching his cock feels like torture.
The warmth disappears again. He feels your fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt.
“You are seriously so amusing. You’re really telling me that you feel nothing when your cock’s that fucking hard already”, you say and laugh menacingly, ripping the first three buttons open.
They rip off easily, landing somewhere in the room. You touch his exposed chest, feeling it up with eager palms.
Yoongi chases it with an arch of his back before he realises that he has to fight you. He proceeds to wiggle then.
“This doesn’t mean anything”, he hisses.
“Tell yourself that if it makes you sleep easier at night”, you say, hooking your fingers in his shirt to get rid of the rest of the buttons as well. You tug hard. The buttons rip off and disappear somewhere on this well polished floor.
The ruined tunic falls open, revealing Yoongi’s torso to your hungry eyes. His stomach is stretching in the position you forced him in, making the slightest valley appear between his lowest ribs. You reach out and touch it, forcing a flinch to run through his body as he hadn’t expected it.
His skin feels like silk. Oh so soft that you want to spend hours worshipping it. But you can’t, not right now. Not when you have to make sure that your boytoy gets stripped.
You stand up and grab the knife you had laid out on the mattress. Yoongi is listening to you, moving his head into the direction of where your steps are headed.
“What are you doing?” he asks angrily.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” you throw back, carrying mockery in your sweet voice.
Yoongi grinds his teeth, listening to your steps with bated breath. He can’t figure out what you are doing. Not being able to see is driving him insane.
You grip the hem of his sleeve, forcing his hand to ball into a fist in reaction.
There you are. Back with him. Yoongi is panting in an instant. Feeling charged in electricity.
You begin to cut down his sleeve, making sure that he feels every new inch of skin the knife exposes.
Yoongi wiggles and huffs out air. So that’s what you are doing. Stripping him like it was nothing. Fuck, and you are using the knife for it. Yoongi didn’t think you would, that it would be nothing but a prop for later and now here he is. Getting stripped naked with a knife.
“Fuck off”, he hisses, fighting the restraints.
You chuckle. Next the other sleeve. You cut slow and precise, basking in his attempts to fight the ropes.
“Leave me alone”, Yoongi growls, wiggling his wrist.
“Careful, I’ll cut you otherwise”, you warn with boredom in your voice.
“No, I’ll cut you. Just you wait, once I’m free I-”, Yoongi growls then gasps.
You cut his skin. Right on his biceps. It’s not a deep cut. More like a little scrape. But it burns nonetheless, sending electricity through his veins.
He grunts, lifting his head to send you a frown. You merely chuckle.
“Serves you right”, you say and cut the last inch of fabric.
The tunic falls from his body, pooling by his knees. So there he is. With his torso exposed and his hard cock out.
You squat down again, keeping the knife in your palm. You touch him, running your hands down his exposed arms.
“Now you look the part”, you say, “naked. Just for me.”
Yoongi growls, furrowing his brows as best as possible. He can’t show it how good you feel. Not again. He’s been faltering too much already.
“You’re such a slut, Yoongi. You’re seriously just getting naked like that. Are you doing this for everyone?” you taunt, massaging his hips, “I bet you do. Slut.”
Yoongi throbs. You see it. He feels it.
“Oh? Don’t tell me you like it when I call you out on being a slutty boy.”
His cock throbs again. He squirms.
“Keep dreaming”, he growls.
You smirk and grab his hips harshly. Then you lean in, connecting the flat of your tongue with his lower stomach. You lick right up his torso, taking the path in the middle. Not once you break away, licking him all the way from his happy trail up to where his collarbones begin.
Yoongi is wheezing, making the softest of sounds when you twist his hair and tilt his head to the side just so you can whisper into his ear.
“You have no idea how I feed off your taste, Yoongi”, you rasp, “that’s why you’re my favourite.”
A bite follows. Harsh, digging right into the sensitive flesh of his neck. The blindfold makes the bite feel a dozen times more intense. Oh Yoongi is squirming, gasping for air.
“Leave me alone”, he croaks.
Teeth break through. His veins bubble in pleasure. His neck burns unbearably.
“Ah, ___”, he moans, leaking precum from the sheer amount of ecstasy the pain makes him feel.
The bite stops. Yoongi feels so sad. He wants more.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” you are taunting him, “don’t forget your place, Yoongi.”
“Sorry, felt so good. Couldn’t help it”, he murmurs, burning up.
The giggle you let out, lets him know that you are melting at his words.
“Mhm Yoongi”, you sigh and dive in for another bite.
It pinches first, then borders unbearable.
Yoongi groans, fluttering his lashes even with the blindfold on.
“I’ll kill you, leave me be”, he warns for the sake of the roleplay.
The bite stops, leaving behind painful disappointment.
“No. I told you. You’re my favourite Yoongi and I intend to play with my favourites until they are so used up and ruined I…well…”, you chuckle darkly.
Your fingertips dance up his torso, stopping at his pecs to trace them. The tip of the knife follows, circling one of his nipples slowly.
“...nobody likes used toys, do they?” you rasp and Yoongi knows exactly what you are insinuating. The only reason why he is still trapped in your bed chambers is because you haven’t grown bored of him yet. Once that day comes, once he is used up to the point of being unable to give you more, you’ll throw him away.
“So you’ll just release me? After all that trouble, you’ll just release me?”
“Release you? Oh”, you laugh darkly, “oh how naive you truly are. No Yoongi, I won’t release you.”
You move closer, pressing your lips right against his ear. The cold blade glides against his throat, sitting there without ever cutting him. The sensation is still enough to send Yoongi’s breathing into a frenzy.
“I’ll slit your throat and make sure nobody will ever find your body, dear”, you rasp, putting just enough pressure on his throat that Yoongi feels the prickle of cold, sharp metal digging into his skin.
“Fuck”, he presses out, tilting his head back.
“Mhm-hm I know. So behave, as long as you’re my good little toy you have nothing to worry here.”
The blade slips from his throat, leaving him gasping for air. He wants more, but doesn’t let it show. Not long however and he feels the blade again. Now dancing down his sternum and leaving goosebumps behind.
Sharp pain follows. Right on his left pec. You cut him, just enough to draw blood for a second before it heals again. Yoongi feels it nonetheless, cursing under his breath.
“That was for trying to run from me”, you tell him, placing the next cut on his right pec. Under his nipple where his skin is so sensitive that Yoongi feels dizzy at the sensation.
“And that was for trying to run from me…again.”
The third cut goes right on his sternum. Yoongi is writhing under the blade, hitting his head on the pole because of how quickly he threw his head back. He hates that he heals. He hates that the burning pain only lasts a second before the nature of his existence fixes him again. He wants to feel it longer. It feels so good when you do it.
“And that was just because I wanted to”, you say and pull back. You touch the healed spots, wiping away the small remainders of blood.
“Fascinating”, you speak, “to think I have someone as fascinating as you in my collection. It’s a shame you’ll be used up one day.”
He huffs out air and bares his teeth. Each time you mention just how replaceable he is, he feels fire run through his veins. You are so fucking mean, so cruel, so awful. It’s driving him insane, makes him literally ache for your touch.
The knife runs down his stomach. Yoongi flinches into the touch, gasps through his mouth. You find it so amusing just how affected he looks. You are very sure that he is not aware that his cheeks are rosy and that his lips are parted in bliss. He may be making sounds of faux disapproval, but his body speaks for itself. You are doing wonders to him right now, playing him as if it was the easiest thing to do.
You were nervous about cutting him at first, you can’t lie. Yoongi had to assure you multiple times that he wanted it and that he wouldn’t hurt. And even then you felt breathless in nervousness as you glided the blade over his skin for that first fateful cut. That nervousness ceased existing when you could watch how his cock began leaking his pleasure the moment that blade breached his skin.
Now you are greedy for more. You set the blade against his lower stomach, drawing the finest of lines. He tugs on the ropes, presses out a curse. The cut heals instantly.
“Truly, it’s so fascinating”, you speak, hating your voice for trembling the way it does. You are so turned on. He is so hot like this.
“No, it’s not”, he spits, sounding out of breath, “you’re nothing but cruel.”
“Yoongi”, you put disappointment into your voice, watching his cock leak in reaction, “I told you. I’ll redefine the word sadistic. Obviously I’m cruel. You really think I lied to you? Of course not. I never lie.”
You give him one long cut across his stomach, basking in delight as he arches into you in a desperate thrust.
“Look at you. Look at how you’re loving it”, you say tauntingly, “oh Yoongi, you are truly such a slut.”
“No, I’m not. I don’t like what you’re doing.”
“Of course you don’t. That’s why you’re fucking the air like a desperate little whore.”
You place your hand under his cock, using it to support his heavy length as you place the knife right against his skin.
He sucks in air, holds it. You run the blade along his cock, starting at the base until you reach the tip. It was nothing more than a little scrape, but Yoongi ruins your palm with his arousal nonetheless. Oh so creamy, you wonder if he actually just climaxed from nothing but a knife against his cock.
You pick up his wetness and spread it over his cock in slow strokes and skilled rolls of your wrist.
“Princess…” he moans, dropping his head as his strength forsakes him.
“Princess?”
You can watch how Yoongi becomes aware of what he just said. His head snaps up again, he tugs at the ropes with a growl.
It makes you chuckle and twist your hand right around his leaking cockhead. He is so adorable when he is so dumb in pleasure that he forgets all about the roleplay.
“You’re sweet. So dumb. I like you like this Yoongi. Sweet and dumb and so into what I’m doing to you”, you coo, playing with his nipple as you jerk him off.
“I’m not into it”, he growls as he feels his nipples harden under your touch.
“Of course not”, you say sarcastically, “just as much as your cock isn’t already creamed and your nipples aren’t so, so hard.”
You lean down and take one of the swollen buds between your teeth. Yoongi chases you with an arch of his back, letting out a shuddering breath at the sharp pressure your teeth cause his nipple to feel.
You release him slowly, dragging your teeth over him until he slips free. You suck hickeys on his chest on your way to his other nipple, making each mark sting. By the time you have reached his other side, you have managed to get him so charged in sensitivity that the first second of your bite is making him tremble in a rapidly approaching high.
He tries and fails not to let it show, scratching his nails down the wooden post while his cock grows heavy in your hand. His hips squirm, his throat rattles in a gasp.
“Oh?” you release his nipple, sneaking a glance up at his blissful face, “what’s wrong? Don’t tell me that you’re close.”
You speed up your hand, forcing his lips to part in an inaudible gasp. He purrs deeply, trying to drag himself up the post but failing.
“Oh, you are. How sweet…”
Any second now. You know his body well enough, that you could probably get the moment right if you started to count. Five, four, three, two and…
You slow down, abandoning his tip to squeeze around his base instead.
“Fuck”, he curses, bucking his hips against nothing, “fucking hell.”
“And here you are still telling yourself that you aren’t into it. What about it now, Yoongi? Mhm? Now you wanna whine about getting edged, mhm? Decide what you want.”
He grinds his teeth, shows them to you with a snarl.
“Doesn’t matter, you are not going to cum for a long time tonight”, you say and abandon his cock entirely to run your hands up his torso instead.
You stand up, dancing your hands along his arm until you reach his bound wrists. You start to undo his knot, making sure that your middle would be oh so close to his face.
Yoongi is dizzy. He can smell you so well all of a sudden. You are fumbling with his ropes and yet all he can concentrate on is the almost unbearably addicting scent of your cunt. It’s so sweet. Fuck, he is salivating like a stupid dog. It’s dripping down his chin, he knows that it is because he feels it cover his chest.
Where are you? Why is it so strong?
Yoongi moves his head, accidentally brushing his nose over your clothed pussy.
He growls, squirming in an instant. The movement is so harsh that he almost rips through the ropes, hadn’t you dug your nails into his palms.
“Behave”, you warn, staring down at him with blown-out pupils.
Look at him. Look at how he is chasing your pussy. Look at how his cheeks are covered in veins and his lips are dripping his drool, barely hiding his long fangs.
You step closer, forcing his nose to brush against you again.
He inhales deeply, exhaling in a rattling growl and his tongue slipping past his lips in a desperate curl.
But you don’t let him get close. Not yet at least. He has to work harder for it.
Yoongi snatches for you as strings of his drool drip from his tongue.
“Disgusting”, you say, tugging his head back.
Yoongi groans, looking genuinely surprised as his jaw goes slack and his nose scrunches up.
“Look at you. You’re drooling like a little baby. Where’s your manners? You’ll ruin my floors”, you say and slap his cheek.
Yoongi opens and closes his lips, gulping violently.
“I’m not in the mood to clean your stupid drool, so keep that tongue inside until I tell you otherwise.”
Yoongi sticks his tongue out, earning himself a harsh slap across his cheek.
“Keep that tongue inside”, you spit, “fuck, you’re so disgusting”, you twist his hair and then tug harshly, “follow me.”
Yoongi follows with struggle. The pants around his legs are making walking difficult and you are tugging his hair so harshly that he is way too dizzy.
He knows that you are dragging him on top of your bed however. Seconds later, his back hits the mattress so harshly the air gets knocked out of him.
“Not that shit again”, he murmurs, trying so so hard to make himself sound unexcited. It’s very hard when he is literally aching in excitement. Now his favourite part will start.
You’ll sit on his face while he pretends that he doesn’t want it. Fuck. He’s been thinking about it ever since you started this roleplay. He wants it so bad.
So bad in fact, that he forgets all about fighting you when you force his arms above his head to restrain them against the headrest. When he does remember, it is already too late and you have him exactly where you want him to be.
You place your hands on his wrist, running them down his arms until you reach his throat. You press your thumbs right under his Adams apple, applying enough pressure to force a series of coughs and gags out of Yoongi.
"Sweet", you say, sitting down on his stomach, "you sound so funny when you choke."
You release his throat, listening to his coughing. He shakes your body as he does, while you feel up his chest and arms.
“Calm down, crybaby. I didn’t even choke you that hard”, you say, slapping his face.
“Fuck you”, he croaks.
“Yep, that’s what you’ll do. With your tongue, so open up.”
Yoongi presses his lips together.
Slap. Harsh and right on his cheek.
“Open up.”
He shakes his head.
A harsh grip on his chin forces your nails to scratch his skin. You press down hard, forcing his jaw apart slowly.
“Open. Up.”
His lips part. The consequences are instant. Yoongi gets two of your fingers poking into his mouth. He tenses his jaw, denying you access.
“Fuck Yoongi, don’t make it so hard on yourself.”
He growls, grinding his teeth. Said teeth you begin prying apart like a dog owner would its dog’s to feed it medicine. Except that you aren’t feeding him medicine, you are feeding him two of your fingers, sticking them down his throat all the way the moment his jaw goes slack for a second.
Yoongi gurgles, trying to shake his head, but he ends up with your hand around his throat instead, pinning him down.
“Fucking idiot. You really think acting like a brat will get you anywhere?” you spit, fucking his mouth in harsh rolls of your wrist.
“Hngng”, Yoongi gurgles, wiggling under you. You are so far down his throat. Fuck, he wasn’t ready for it.
“Stop whining, it won’t change anything.”
His mouth is seriously made for it. His tongue is soft and wet. His throat is oh so tight.
"You’ll have to eat me out if you want to or not, Yoongi. No need to put up a fight, that’ll only force me to punish you", you spit, thrusting into him harshly.
Yoongi gags and groans, drooling all around your fingers.
“Of course. I can’t wait for it either”, you pretend to understand him, pressing down on his tongue and forcing another gag out of him.
A tear escapes his eyes, rolling down his cheek just for you to see.
“Look at that. That’s hilarious. You’re crying”, you taunt and with just a curl of your fingers you force him to gag and cry again.
Yoongi whimpers, panting as best as possible. You know that the squirming he is doing is honest and that you are dancing on the limit with him.
Yoongi isn’t used to so much pressure in his throat. Not him, because he doesn’t take cock down his throat like that. At least not for so long, so constant, so harshly. He is getting pushed to his limits and you are living for it, pushing him even more with madness in your gaze.
You twist your wrist, squeeze his throat, listen to him gag out a desperate mewl. So tight, oh his tongue is pressing against your fingers in a desperate attempt to get rid of them. His cheeks are wet, tears cover them, soaking the edge of the blindfold as well.
“Fuck Yoongi, I’d make wine from your tears, if only I could”, you rasp, slipping your fingers free. Strings of his saliva break, covering his puffy lips.
He gulps, inhaling in snapping breaths whilst tugging at the ropes.
“You are adorable”, you taunt and wipe his tears away, “crybaby tears. My favourite”, you say, licking them off your fingers, “I can really taste the patheticness in them. Great flavour.”
“You’re a monster”, he croaks, still catching his breath. His throat is pulsating from the finger fuck. He can’t remember the last time he had to gag so much. Fuck, once he is free he’ll carry you on fucking hands. You are so good at treating him like shit.
“Says the person turning into a bloodsucker at night”, you say, taking off your panties, “go look at your own reflection first”, you add, climbing on top of him.
A sweet scent tickles his nose again. His entire body tenses up. You are above him. He knows that you are. And this time around you aren’t wearing any panties. He can recognize that scent anytime.
“Tongue out”, you order, twisting his hair.
Yoongi obeys because the scent of your pussy makes him complacent. If he wants to or not. You tell him to do something and he does it. When his reward is pussy, Yoongi would fly to the moon and back if that’s what you ask of him.
“Cute”, you taunt and then sit down on him, smothering him in your sex.
The sound Yoongi makes is demonic. For just a second you think that he might rip through his restraints, but he controls himself, using the energy to completely devour your cunt instead.
This is Yoongi. The real Yoongi. There is not an ounce of roleplay involved right now. Because Yoongi got pussy and when Yoongi gets pussy his brain shuts off and he turns attentive for nothing except your cunt and her sweetness.
And right now he is feasting on you with so much lewd sloppiness that it is covering his entire face.
“Fucking hell”, you press out, rocking your hips back and forth. It grinds your clit over his tongue. Yoongi sucks on it each time he can reach her the best. The movements of your hips forces you to slip out of his grasp after a second.
Yoongi grows impatient by it and soon you have him chasing you with jerks of his head and his teeth. He tugs at the ropes as well, tensing his muscles.
“Hey”, you warn, lifting your hips, “hide those disgusting fangs of yours, will you?”
Yoongi groans, trying to hide them as best as possible.
“Better”, you say, “seriously, I’m not your free blood bank, vampire.”
“As if I want to drink your poisoned blood, snake”, he throws back, “I’d rather starve than drink you-”
You don’t let him finish, muffling him with your pussy.
“Shut your ugly mouth and use it for something productive instead”, you spit.
Yoongi growls, tugging at the ropes.
“And keep those arms still”, you warn and slap them harshly.
He curses, wiggling his inhumanely long tongue into you. He curls it, hitting your favourite spot so well you actually gasp.
“Shit, Yoongi”, you laugh breathily, “mhhm baby….good.”
Yoongi opens his eyes to look at you, only to realise that he can’t because he is blindfolded. Your pussy tastes a hundred times better then and Yoongi uses his tongue to fuck your tight hole while fuelling his own hunger for you.
“Fuck”, you moan and twist his hair, “I always forget you can do that.”
You press his head into the pillow and then begin bouncing on his tongue. Hot, thick, long and dripping wet in his drool it is fucking you senseless.
“That’s it, that’s why you’re my favourite”, you pant, throwing your head back, “right there, you useless fuck.”
Yoongi feels as if he is running on ecstasy. On cocaine and heroin. He is charged, feels invincible and so fucking high. You are fucking yourself on his tongue. This is his religion.
Yoongi moans into you and curls his tongue deeper. He couldn’t describe what he actually feels right now. There are no words invented which could properly describe the amount of pleasure he is feeling. He just knows that your taste is like a drug to him and that having your wet pussy wrapped around his long tongue like that is bringing him close to an overdose. There is so much taste, oh so much of you. You are literally engulfing him and Yoongi is writhing himself deeper and deeper into you.
“Fuck”, you squeal, lifting your hips, “deep. What the hell?”
Yoongi gurgles, trying to make up for the loss of depth by lifting his head. His tongue fills you up again, making you feel so full and stuffed that you gasp and flinch away.
“Yoongi, control yourself”, you warn, “you won’t get pussy if you’re acting like a greedy animal.”
Your hips lift off, his tongue slips free. It’s so long. Covered in your creamy pleasure and curling against nothing. Fuck. His fangs are on full display as well.
“Look at you. No wonder you’re so greedy”, you grab his chin, “you’re looking more animal than human by now. I told you to hide those fangs, didn’t I?”
“Give me cunt", he demands in a demonic voice, curling his long tongue.
“Oh? Now you wanna beg for it?”
“Just give me cunt, fuck. Stop making it so hard”, he barks with desperation in his raspy voice.
“You’re so amusing. Where’s all that hatred for me gone? Admit it Yoongi, you love me.”
He bares his fangs angrily, snapping for your pussy. With a harsh push to his head he is back under your control, damned to take whatever you allow him to have.
“You love me because I can give you pussy whenever”, you say, plopping back down on his face. And right now you allow him to have your unfiltered taste.
It takes Yoongi not even a second to be back inside of you, stuffing you with his demonic tongue and moaning in ecstasy while behind that blindfold his eyes roll back.
“See? You love me”, your voice is trembling in pleasure, “so show me. Fucking w-worship me.”
Yoongi moans for you. Oh he will worship you. He is so ready. So fucking ready. All he exists for is to worship you. He drills his tongue deeper, showing you just how eager he is to give you the glory you deserve.
“So deep, you’re fucking crazy”, you croak, fucking yourself on him in smooth rolls of your hips and touching your clit as you do. You are going to cum around his tongue. You decided that this will be your goal and now you are hellbound on achieving it.
Yoongi takes it gladly, letting your sweet nectar run down his tongue and coat his throat. Breathing is hard, you are smothering him each time you let yourself drop on his face, but he doesn’t care. He cares for nothing else except your cunt. She is the only thing important.
“So good”, you keen, twisting his hair and sending shivers down his spine, “fucking me so good…”
Yoongi holds back on most nights, so you realised. It’s not often that you actually see the potential of his tongue. You feel it, because Yoongi would never ever do a bad job when he is between your legs, but his true size he likes to hide for whatever silly reason. You truly can’t find an explanation good enough to excuse it, because holy fuck sitting on his tongue feels sacrilegious.
Long. Oh so long.
Thick. Giving your hole such a nice stretch.
Dripping in his drool. Making the best mess between your legs.
It doesn’t take long for you to get oh so close. Not when he feels like that.
“You’re making me cum”, you choke out, sending a jolt through his limps. He begins tugging on the ropes, kicking the sheets as best as possible.
He gurgles, wiggles himself deeper as he grows inside of you. He wants it. That’s all he needs. Your fucking cum. Your clenching walls around his tongue. Your cunt showering him in your high.
Yoongi is doing everything in his power to keep the ropes intact. He wants to rip them and grip your hips to keep you down. He could do so easily, but he doesn’t allow his muscles to work. Not when he is still supposed to be your prisoner.
“Yes Yoongi, fuck”, you groan, clenching down on him, “you’re not as useless…as I..thought…fuck ah…”
Shit, you sound so close. Yoongi trembles. He needs to make you cum. And not rip through those weak ropes.
He thinks those two thoughts as he tongue fucks you. Make her cum. Don’t rip the ropes. Make her cum. Don’t ruin the ropes. Make her fucking cum. Please don’t rip the ropes. Please cum. Please. Fucking please.
“Yes! Fuck! Yoongi!” you moan loudly, losing yourself on top of his face while his tongue is getting creamed.
Yoongi fucks the air, crying out with you. Holy fuck you are convulsing like crazy. Fuck his tongue so sensitive. Shit, he is going to cum.
Not that he can. Because before the sweet fire of his high can wash over him, you slip off his tongue, abandoning him in his agony.
You watch with a dizzy mind as he is searching for you. He looks so ruined, so desperate. Fangs out, creamed tongue way too long and desperate and cheeks covered in his drool and your cum.
“Well damn Yoongi”, you say, plopping down on his stomach, “you were actually useful.”
“More”, he begs, “please more.”
He makes you laugh, “Yoongi dear, aren’t you forgetting something?”
He mewls, rolling his head to the side, “just wanna have pussy”, he keens, meaning every syllable of it.
“I know. You’re insatiable”, you give his cheek a soft slap, “pathetic. Show some self-control will you?”
“Fuck”, he presses out and forces his tongue back into his mouth.
“Better. Now.”
You shimmy down his body, sitting down on his constrained thighs. You place your hands on his hips, sending life through his cock. He turns his head, holding his breath in anticipation. Oh how curious he looks.
“Look at you”, you say, squeezing his hips, “you are so messy. Did eating my pussy get you close again?”
“No”, he lies and does a terrible job at it.
“Of course not. You hate me after all, don’t you?”
“Yeah, hate you so much.”
“Mhm, of course”, you have to snicker, “oh Yoongi, you’re not only useful but funny too. You truly are my favourite.”
You wrap your fingers around his cock and lift your hips, hovering your pussy over his cock instead. You lower yourself, grinding your sensitive clit against his frenulum.
“Feel it? You’ve got me dripping”, you tease him, sending a shudder through his limbs.
You can watch how he intertwines his own fingers and squeezes his hands to the point where his knuckles become even paler than they already are.
Up and down you grind your cunt, covering him in your cream. His veins are pulsating under you, his cock is so hard.
“All that cream, it’s getting wasted on your cock. Imagine Yoongi dear. Imagine you could have all of that wetness on your tongue right now”, you coo, watching in delight how he snarls and reveals his dripping fangs.
“So much of me wasted, Yoongi. Isn’t that sad?”
“I’ll rip you to fucking pieces”, he hisses.
“And how are you planning on doing that? Mhm? You’re all tied up.”
“Argh”, he growls, ripping at the ropes so harshly that the headboard croaks.
“Hey”, you warn, striking your punishing hand right across his cock.
Yoongi gasps and tenses his thighs.
“Behave. Ruin even an inch of my furniture and I’ll slit your throat right here and now.”
“Just slit it”, he hisses, tugging on the ropes a second time, “at least I’d be released of your endless fucking chattering.”
“Wow”, you laugh, “the toy is feisty. What’s wrong Yoongi? Are you really that upset about all that wasted sweetness?”
He huffs out air, doing so honestly.
“Oh, I’m sorry”, you coo, “don’t worry, dear. I’ll make it up to you.”
You sit down on his cock, welcoming him in your warmth inch by inch. Yoongi tries not to, but ends up arching his back while his chest heaves up and down in quick pants. He makes no sounds because that would reveal just how good he actually feels right now.
“Mhm Yoongi”, you sigh, bottoming out. You stick your ass out and begin rolling your hips back and forth, “you fill me out so fucking well.”
“You can’t fuck for shit.”
“Excuse me?” you gasp, widening your eyes.
“You think you’re so good, when a dead fish could fuck better than you.”
“Rude?” you scoff, placing your hands on his chest for support, “and very untrue. Come on Yoongi, if you want to insult me, at least don’t lie”, you say, starting your ruthless fucking with a clench of your walls.
Yoongi is twisting the ropes, dimpling the pillow from throwing his head back. He groans quietly and for as long as there is air in his lungs. His deep voice vibrates against your fingertips, filling them with an itch to feel his throat under them. Your left hand gives in, falling around his throat.
You can feel how he sucks in air and then groans again. It tickles your fingers, fills your veins with electricity.
“What about how I fuck now? Mhm? Still wanna spit ugly lies?” you challenge, feeling lightheaded from just how good it feels to bounce on his cock. Veiny and oh so hard, curving just right to grind against your favourite spot and creamed oh so well that the lewdest of sounds fill the air.
“S-still feels like shit”, he presses out.
“It does? Does it really? Mhm?” you challenge, squeezing down on his veins. You stop when only his tip is inside, circling your hips.
Yoongi gasps under your fingers, tensing his arms as he is trying not to rip through the ropes.
“Still bad”, he gets out, “fuck, it’s the worst.”
“No. You are the worst. What the fuck?” you spit, dropping down on him in sync with a slap across his face.
It was a hard slap, forcing his head to roll to the side. His skin is red for just a second, his voice trembles in a groan.
Then he laughs. He laughs with so much mockery in his voice you feel genuine annoyance for a second. He fixes the position of his head.
“Is that all you’ve got? Come on ___, your pussy game is weak.”
“Okay, you know what? Shut it”, you hiss and without any sort of gentleness you force your panties into his mouth.
Yoongi groans, tugging at the ropes while trying to flee from you. Not that he can because you pin him down with your hand on his forehead.
“I didn’t want to do this, but you give me no other choice. You’re such a stupid brat, fuck”, you hiss, stuffing all of the fabric into him.
You work thoroughly. Only when all of the fabric is stuffed into his mouth, you feel satisfied. You press your hand over his mouth, giving him a harsh push.
“Keep it in there”, you order.
Yoongi huffs out air and growls, furrowing his brows. He says something, but it comes out as nothing more than gurgles and muffled sounds.
“Perfect”, you smile, “now you’re quiet.”
You let your hands slip back to his chest and pay attention to your hips instead. Sitting on Yoongi’s cock while gagging him with your panties is fun, but you want to fuck yourself stupid. And that can only happen when you move your hips as if their only purpose was to fuck.
Yoongi tenses his neck, bites down on your panties and groans deeply. The headboard croaks again, his arms are so fucking tense that they are shaking. You know that he is in heaven right now. You know how to fuck. Oh, you know. You’re sitting on cock way too many nights to not be good at it. You’re a goddamn master in it.
“Shit Yoongi. You’re so much better when you’re quiet”, you taunt, forcing him to tense his jaw and growl at you, “growl all you want, it’s the truth.”
You drop down on him and for just a second Yoongi’s angry growl becomes a desperate squeak and a disbelieved laugh. Not for long because after that laugh you can listen to him breathe in and then mumble curses into the fabric.
“I can’t hear you, Yoongi. Stupid idiot your attempts to insult me are useless”, you tell him, “just like the rest of you.”
And unlike your words may make one assume, he is not useless. You fuck yourself on his throbbing cock with so much vigour that only an idiot would see your words as the truth.
“So fucking useless”, you lull, throwing your head back. You begin playing with his hard nipples, sending a jolt through his limbs. His cock grows inside you, stretching you out so good you feel your toes curl. The bounces up and down feel a hundred times better because of it.
Another sound from him. Angry, yet filled with so much desperation.
“Do you like that? Mhm?” you ask, rolling your thumbs into his nipples, “do you like how I play with your cute, little nipples?”
Yoongi mewls. He mewls because you just called him cute and for a second he felt high. Your touch becomes unbearable in how good it feels. His skin is so sensitive that he can feel how the air touches him. His cock is burning up so much that not even your wetness can still the fire. His fingers hurt so much. He is breaking them slowly because if he didn’t, he would break the fucking bed instead. And to top it all of, your taste is soaked into your panties and now he is being gagged with it and it is sitting on his tongue in a constant, torturing presence.
He wants to cum.
That’s the main problem right now.
He wants to fucking explode. And it’s so hard to hold back when every second with you feels like paradise.
“Of course you like it. Look at how you’re squirming”, you challenge, twisting and pinching his swollen, oh so sensitive nipples.
Yoongi soaks your panties with his drool, rolling his eyes back behind the blindfold. He is glad that it is hiding him, because fuck, he is acting like such a slut right now. You would tease him so much if you knew about how you’re getting him to the point of having to roll his eyes back.
You squeeze your pussy around him, “you’re so hard Yoongi. So big too. Don’t tell me your tongue isn’t the only thing being able to grow”, you mock him with a laugh and a harsh squeeze of your walls. You pinch his nipples and Yoongi can’t take it anymore.
He spits your panties out. They fall on his neck messily.
“Slow”, he croaks.
“Why should I?”
Yoongi writhes and groans deeply, letting his jaw go slack. He squeezes his aching hands, groans again. His nipples are so fucking swollen under your fingertips, his cock is throbbing and twitching.
“Oh, now I know. You’re gonna cum aren’t you?”
He doesn’t nod his head, but his body is trembling so much that this is all the answer you need.
“That’s so adorable. The brat is talking about how I fuck worse than a dead fish and now he wants to cum”, you growl, tensing your pussy just to make it oh so hard for him.
“Ah”, he lets out, throwing his head back, “ah-hah. Ah!”
Yoongi doesn’t mind that he is being loud. He is aware that this goes against his role, but it feels too nice not to make sounds.
“There we go, moan for me. That’s it, show me how good I fuck”, you encourage him with your blown-out pupils glued to his face. He looks so far gone in his heaven.
Yoongi tenses up, voice pitching in his throat. Impressive really, just how high his voice can get if only you play him right.
You twist his plumb nipples and clench down on him, watching in delight as this brings him over the edge. He moans deeply, scrunching his entire face up while his body spasms underneath you.
“O-oh god”, he croaks out, thrusting his hips into you with jerks of his cock shooting his hot cum into you.
“Whore. You’re such a whore”, you talk him through his orgasm, playing with his nipples to the point of Yoongi having to arch his back because for just a second it feels as if he was climaxing under your touch.
You don’t stop afterwards. You keep him locked deep inside, bouncing on him with all the strength your muscles allow you to have.
“Anghn”, he presses out, fighting you off as best as possible.
Not that he can. Your legs have an iron grip around his hips and your fingers are pinning down his chest.
“Argh!” he growls, putting more effort into his fight, “fucking. Bitch.”
“Stop wiggling”, you order, wrapping your hands around his throat. Tight and hard.
Yoongi gurgles out a drugged out moan, ripping his mouth open. His body grows slack and complacent under you, his cock is pulsating inside of you as it weeps in overstimulation.
Blindfolded. Tied up. Stripped. Overstimulated. Choked. Fucked.
Yoongi thinks he has never felt better than he does right now. There is no better situation he could find himself in than this. This is your peak. The final form of your relationship. Yoongi is your tortured sex slave and you are his perfect goddess. It won’t get any better than this.
“Take it”, you order, torturing his cock with harsh bounces up and down.
The new leverage his throat gives you, makes it possible. He moans loudly under your strong grip, stretching his arms further up the mattress.
Yeah, he is doing a terrible job at pretending that he was your unwilling prisoner, but quite frankly, you couldn’t care less. Yoongi is doing a fantastic job at being your very obvious willing prisoner and you are not one to call him out on it.
Quite frankly, you long stopped pretending as well. The choke you give him and that ruthless fuck? Things you would do to him regardless of the roleplay. This right here is two people fucking like animals for the sole reason of never getting enough of each other. No roleplay, just unbearable attraction.
You must say once again that this blindfold fits him like nothing else. Especially when small wet spots are beginning to form where his eyes are.
“You’re crying? Aww crybaby, what’s wrong? Can’t take the fuck?”
Yoongi makes a sound. You can barely decipher it from how tightly you are choking him.
“Talk to me”, you bark, releasing his neck.
Yoongi begins writhing, hitting his head on the mattress repeatedly. He just manages to give you a view of his tongue curling back and then he is climaxing for a second time. Deep inside of you, oh so deep that it feels as if he is making sure that you would never stop dripping his seed.
The orgasm is angry, consuming Yoongi to the point where he forgets his strength and almost throws you off with just how aggressively he begins rutting up into you.
“Oh shit”, you startle, finding support on his chest, “Yoongi fuck, careful.”
Yoongi growls and rips through the ropes like they are nothing.
“Yoongi”, you gasp, gawking at them. Those were really strong ropes…
He growls angrily and grips your hips, holding your body safely while he is drilling his throbbing cock into you. Now you understand. He is holding you, making sure that you wouldn’t be thrown off by his gluttonous thrusts. His thumb finds your clit instantly, pressing down hard and rubbing quick circles. It sends shudders through you and makes your body feel on flames.
“Yes”, you moan and tilt your head back as you let the sensation wash over you, “yes, fuck yes.”
“So good, so fucking good. My princess, my fucking goddess”, he is chanting, fucking his cock into you with all he has to offer. Skin slaps against skin, your head is dizzy, your pussy feels tortured in the best way.
“Yoongi, ah Yoongi, oh god Yoongi don’t stop”, you have resorted to motivating him with loud moans of his name, covering his chest in scratch marks and his throat in bruises.
“Can’t fucking stop, princess. Don’t wanna”, he promises you as he grinds his thumb into your clit.
“Yoongi”, you tense up, “you’re making me cum”, you keen, falling to your elbows.
“Do it. Cum. Holy fuck, please cum”, he pants, putting even more pressure on your clit. His fingers are holding your hips, bruising your flesh.
You climax with a gasp of his name and your teeth digging into his shoulder. Holy fuck, you are burning up, convulsing on top of him.
“Urgh fuck!” he yelps, throwing his head back, “you fucking- ah!”
You are very sure that Yoongi is currently filling you up with his wet orgasm. It would fit the situation perfectly. Overstimulated to the point of no return and high on pain to the point of no vision. You know him and he’s a squirter if only you play his body right. The only logical outcome of such a night was for his body to lose control in the wettest ways possible.
“Again”, he growls, “one more”, Yoongi presses down on your clit harder and grinds it right against your favourite spot. Your knees buckle, your thighs feel oh so weak. It’s so much stimulation. Too much and too soon after your high. Your entire body convulses, your stomach feels like bursting, your pussy is on fire.
“Yoongi now”, you keen, falling into your forced high so aggressively, you fear that you might never find your way back, "oh god, Yoongi. Ah."
Deep and hard. You squeeze out all that precious cream he pumped into you. You’re a squirter after all and what better way to show off your skills than by ruining your bed and his body with your high.
“Oh god, Yoongi. Good. Yoongi. Ah, Yoongi.”
“Yes princess, yes. Holy fuck, yes. Feels so good, so tight. Fuck princess, yes”, he encourages you, riding on your sweet, sweet high.
“Urgh god”, you fall off of him the moment you stop shaking. Your orgasms spill everywhere, but you need to take a shower either way, so who cares.
Your eyes are watering, your ears are ringing, your throat is dry.
“Fucking hell”, you press out and laugh, “that was incredible.”
Yoongi chuckles, reaching for you. He touches your side then dances his hand to your lower stomach. He rests it there, warm and safe.
“I can feel your heartbeat in your tummy”, he says, caressing your skin.
“I can tell you that I am currently feeling it in my pussy as well.”
Yoongi snorts ungracefully and breaks into shoulder-shaking laughter.
“Don’t laugh, I’m serious”, you say in cackles.
“I know, I’m sorry. I just feel so happy”, he says between his giggles, “can’t stop laughing”, he confesses and giggles again, hiding his face behind his arm.
You smile, propping yourself up on your elbows. You tug his arm away then take off the blindfold. He opens his eyes, spilling tears from his crinkled up corners. His giggles become quieter, now shaking his shoulders more than they make sound. You wipe his tears and press a kiss to his smiling lips.
Yoongi kisses you back instantly, sighing your name in a saccharine voice.
“Fuck Yoongi”, you say, giggling as you drop your head on his chest, “I’m so going to be sore tomorrow", you groan, massaging your tense thigh muscles, “every inch of my body hurts.”
You crane your neck.
He is gazing down at you with a content grin.
“I’m spent too. You ruined me completely”, he says.
“Yeah”, you say, dropping back into the sheets. You snuggle up against him, tracing the slope of his nose, “did you squirt again?”
“Mhm, felt so good.”
“I did too”, you giggle, “my bed’s ruined now.”
“Mhm. Sorry.”
“It’s fine, it’s so sexy when you squirt.”
“Yeah”, he agrees and sighs, “fuck, so dead.”
You giggle, “same, I’m gonna sleep like a stone today.”
“Mhm”, Yoongi somehow manages to flip to his side.
Like this your head rests on his arm and he can cup your face. His hand is heavy on your cheek now that he uses zero muscle to hold it. You don’t mind that it is, because it makes you feel so safe.
Yoongi peels his eyes open in a flutter. He smiles.
“You can be so mean”, he says with fond eyes.
“Right? I was so shocked by myself. I hope I wasn’t too mean.”
“No, you were perfect. Thank you”, he says and inches closer to kiss your forehead, “you just made me the happiest man ever.”
You giggle, “gosh, Yoongs. I’m happy too”, you say.
Yoongi nuzzles and purrs.
“You were really mean too”, you nudge his chest, “I fuck worse than a dead fish? Seriously?”
He chuckles, “sorry, I was into it.”
“You’re such a brat, like damn Yoongi.”
“I know”, he says and chuckles. He kisses your hair, “you’re the best. I didn’t mean it.”
“I know, you didn’t. I was just genuinely annoyed for a moment. Like damn.”
He snickers, “sorry.”
“Tch”, you click your tongue and nudge his chest, “can we talk about your tongue though? That was bloody crazy”, you say.
“I know, shit couldn’t help myself. It’s my stupid curse. It happens when I like the taste.”
“Don’t get me wrong, Yoongs. I loved it. This is single handedly one of the hottest things you can do.”
He chuckles, “good to know that my fucking curse is good for something.”
“It’s so good.”
“Mhm”, he hums and chuckles, “fuck, I can’t believe you let me tongue fuck you like that.”
“I’ll do it more often from now on. I’m telling you.”
“I’m counting on it”, he says and sighs contently, “did you like the knife play?”
“Oh my god, I was so nervous at first. Could you tell?” you say, snickering.
He snickers as well, because he is so happy when he’s with you.
“Not at all”, he says, “you were amazing.”
“Okay good. I was so nervous, but holy cow, this is so hot? What the hell?”
“Right? I told you it’s hot”, he purrs in contentment, “felt really good too. You’re a natural.”
“I am?”
“Yeah, the pressure was perfect. Mhm my princess”, he snuggles you oh so tightly, “I fucking adore you.”
Your heart flutters unbearably. Yoongi’s sweet words are rare but always honest. This just filled you with so much happiness.
“I adore you too, my prince.”
He kisses your forehead and sighs, “do you want me to take you out tomorrow?”
“Hm? What do you mean?” you ask him.
“Tell me something you want to have, I’ll buy it for you.”
You snort, craning your neck to look into his eyes.
“What?” he asks.
“Good to know that being mean to you turns you charitable. Min Yoongi, you really want to take me out to the big, big mall where there are so, so many people?”
He rolls his eyes, “fine, then don’t tell me. At least I can save money like that”, he murmurs, making you snicker.
“How about you take me somewhere nice and quiet instead? We’ll get some snacks on the way and then talk until it’s late.”
“Where to?”
“Mhm, don’t know. Maybe the beach?”
“That’s a three hour drive and it’s going to be so hot”, he whines.
“You asked me what I want and now you’re judging it?” you have to laugh, nudging his chest.
“Okay, okay fine”, he gives in with a fond roll of his eyes, “I’ll take you, but I’m not going into the water.”
“We’ll see about that when we’re there. I’ll get you in there somehow.”
“Keep dreaming”, he murmurs, snuggling into you. He relaxes with a content sigh and begins purring softly, tracing your spine.
He will do so until he falls asleep, while you trace his waist and kiss his chest until you join him in his dreams as well.
And yes, if anyone was wondering, you do manage to get Yoongi into the water the next day. He was whining about its temperature the entire time and then clutched you for warmth.
#yoongi smut#yoongi fanfic#yoongi fanfiction#yoongi scenario#yoongi oneshot#yoongi x reader#yoongi x you#sub!yoongi#bts smut#bts fanfic#bts fanfiction#bts scenario#bts oneshot#bts x reader#bts x you#sub!bts#bangtan smut#bangtan fanfic#bangtan fanfiction#bangtan x reader#bangtan x you#sub!bangtan#vampire!yoongi#vampire bangtan#fanfic: sanguis duology
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“Good job, Tiger!”
Summary: having a pet name makes Spider feel fuzzier than he’d like to admit.
There it was again, that stupid nickname Quaritch would use when he was pleased with him. In this case the marine was cheering on the boy as he scoured the highest tree branches for fruits. The ration bars that the recom squad received from the RDA did fill their bellies, but tasted frankly like shit so a bit of fresh food would help boost the morale, and Spider reluctantly agreed to help (although he had little choice. He was a captive after all.)
He jumped down from the tree, making a point to avoids Miles’s arms which he had stretched out to catch him, but he took no offense from it, a smile still on his face while Spider tried to hide his blushing cheeks.
Quaritch was a demon, plain and simple, but he was a demon who seemed to care, and the more Spider believed it, the more his words had an effect on him and this stupid pet name was getting under the boy’s skin.
A tiger, the kid recalled, was a big orange feline with black stripes. He recalled his father captor explaining that Spider reminded him of one because of his constant hissing and obvious body paint patterns. He hated it at first, but now…
Now it made the teen feel…soft, just slightly.
No one has ever given him a pet name before, not out of love, and never with positive connotations. Kiri sarcastically called him a "monkey boy", never with an intention to hurt her friend’s feelings, but that’s about as far as nicknames went.
And here was this weird, crazy science experiment, smiling at him and comparing him to a fluffy creature from earth. He was sixteen, it was childish, he should have rejected it out loud.
But having this small, seemingly insignificant piece of proof of his bond with someone, with biological family nonetheless made his stomach churn, but in a good way.
Spider was jolted out of his thoughts when Quaritch, now sitting in the grass with the rest of the squad, cut the fruit into pieces and offered one of them to the boy, and he reluctantly took it off the knife, preparing to take a breath and remove his mask.
“Get some vitamins into you, kid”
Yeah yeah, shut up already, he thought, taking a bite.
If only it could always be like this.
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Author’s note: Yes, your eyes do not deceive you 😌 you have indeed read a fluffy little piece on my blog of all places lol ❤️ hope y’all like it!
#avatar#avatar 2#avatar spider#avatar headcanons#avatar way of water#spider socorro#miles quaritch#miles spider soccoro#recom quaritch#avatar quaritch#avatar miles quaritch#miles socorro
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Eddie is a soft!dom leaning towards just straight up dom, but he folds too easily when it comes to you (ESPECIALLY once you look up at him all innocently and mumble that you've not done much before)(his corruption kink would be off the charts, but no he's gotta take it slow for his angel. Gotta prep you for him)
Yes! Soft dom Eddie is one of my favs. I think your relationship with Eddie starts of pretty vanilla, he doesn’t wanna scare you away but when you peeps how much you want to try new things he takes that as a window to start letting his dom side show
Like making sure you drink enough water, putting on your sunscreen, taking your vitamins, ordering for you when you can’t decide. And it’s sweet so you don’t notice it but one day you have a little too much to drink at robin’s house and he has to pick you up. On the drive home you call him daddy ONCE and now it’s on!
He starts slow of course a little spanking, some edging, nothing too heavy unless you want too. He does have his limits, anything that would hurt you is a no. He’s a little hesitant about impact play but the more y’all explore each other it becomes a thing for when you’re really feeling bratty (all talked about before hand with safe words)
#eddie munson#eddie munson/reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x black!reader#fem reader#eddie munson x black female reader#eddie munson smut#sav’s anons
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How To Make In The Same Breath
Description: It was just an arrangement. It was all it was supposed to be. It was just supposed to be brief, soft, fleeting touches hidden by the cloak of the night. Thorin wasn’t supposed to fall in love — not when Bilbo Baggins won’t ever love him. And he won’t ever stay.
Serving size: 25k words (3 chapters per serving)
Nutrition info:
Total feels: 8g
Total angst: 3g
Fluff: 37g
Vitamin (S)hippiness: 240mg
Ingredients:
11 eggs
~2 cups fluff
1 1/2 cups Shakespearean-inspired writing style (or: purple prose)
2 tsp slight symbolism and diction
300g bagginshield
1/2 cup angst
1/2 tsp references to Hobbitish and Dwarfish culture
2 tsp of cuddling
Half a carton's worth of chai lattes
Instructions:
Preheat oven to 350F (or 175C)
Place 6 egg whites in a bowl and beat until soft peaks
1 tablespoon at a time, add 1/2 cup of fluff, and beat until stiff peaks
In a separate bowl, put egg yolks, 1/2 cup of fluff, 1/2 tsp of references, and 1 tsp of cuddling. Beat until the characters are sick with love for each other.
Pour egg + fluff mixture into the pining mix, sift 1 1/2 cups of preferred writing style (I used Shakespearean-inspired) and 2 tsp of symbolism and diction, then fold to incorporate.
Transfer to a piping bag, and pipe the fluff component onto a baking tray, before baking for 15-18 minutes. Let it cool for 10 minutes before transferring to a wire rack and let it cool completely.
While the fluff component cools, in a clean bowl, place five egg yolks and 1/2 cup fluff in, then place the bowl over simmering water. Beat until the mix is thickened.
Take the bowl and let it cool. Afterwards, whisk in 300g of bagginshield.
In another bowl, put 1/2 cup angst, 1/4 cup fluff, 1 tsp cuddling together and beat until the characters are hopelessly pining for one another.
Combine the egg + fluff mixture with pining mixture by folding. Your mix should have Thorin using the most absurd metaphors to describe Bilbo, while also being so soft for him.
To combine, soak the fluff component in chai (which you obviously did not drink half of) and fill the bottom of the tray with them.
Spread your pining mixture on top, then proceed to alternate with your fluff component and pining mixture.
Let it rest in the refrigerator for a year until you discover it again, liked it, then decide you want to commit to making a short bagginshield fic.
Enjoy!
Chef's notes: This was fun! And a nice break from Where The Heart Is! I am hoping to post more new works in 2024, so stay tuned! Thank you to everyone who kudosed, reblogged, and commented on the fic! Y’all are lovely people <3
#oven writes#fanfic#the hobbit#writing#archive of our own#writeblr#bagginshield fanfic#bagginshield#in the same breath
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Rahu in Pisces, Ketu in Virgo
What I don’t think people understand about nodal shifts, especially on the Ketu front, is that it is violent. Ketu going into Virgo will make changes in the workplace, to @lunagiiselle (on twitter) point, but the means for these changes are more than likely be devastating. Let me explain.
Ketu is release, but it is not this “ahh let go!” There’s a reason why I compared Ketu to “everything must go” energy. Think about why “everything must go” in a store. They store has lost everything. They are no longer making money, they have to liquidate and take their L.
On a purely honest point? Based on what I already see from Ketu going into Virgo? This is what I will bluntly say about Ketu in Virgo:
• I need you to watch out for the person who is acting weird at work all of a sudden. They may be a danger to the workplace. Not tryna put that energy out there. Just be careful.
• A lot of people are going to be frustrated at work, especially during holiday season. Expect more worker to consumer physical and verbal fights.
• Please be nice to the people doing your services. Being unnecessarily mean means your ass needs to be doing it yourself because I promise you that “customer is always right” bullshit not flying and you gon suffer tryna rudely get your needs met. Even if the worker has to go through hell, they already hit rock bottom. Watch your mouth.
• May be a lot of DIY stuff because of worker shortage.
• Work strikes out the ass. It may take longer for your packages to arrive or find someone to help you in a store.
Stop thinking this Ketu shit is there to help you purge in a gently cleansing way. When you see themes related and Ketu is involved, there’s going to be damage to justify. Ketu doesn’t go out without a fight and Ketu co-rules with Mars in Scorpio for a reason. Ketu is a “fuck all this” type of node and by any means necessary the GOAL is going to be met. This is not a fear tactic. It is a truth because people are tired. When you don’t hear the child’s cries, the child will act out and you WILL listen.
All ima say is Ketu in Virgo you better stay on top of your mf HEALTH. Don’t say I ain’t tell you. Treat damn near everyone like they dirty idc. I’m hazmatting tf outta y’all. Take your vitamins. Drink WATER. Eat good 💚
More about the nodal transit here on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/posts/91833702?utm_campaign=postshare_creator
#astrology#astro#astrology transits#sidereal astrology#transits#astrology observations#sidereal astrology observations#vedic astro observations
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y’all. puhlease pray for my immune system. PLEASE knock on wood throw some salt over ya shoulder. i am desperate rn. also keep washing your hands masking up taking ur vitamins and staying safe!!!
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