Chapter 14 of Silverstorm is up now, with special thanks to @tohlejezatrest.bsky.social for the artwork. Go read and enjoy and share your feedback ♡
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This was the first year they really got to acknowledge, much less celebrate the holidays. In the past, there'd been too much happening, but this year, things had been thankfully quiet. This year, they could just be. And so, Yoongi had decided to go out on a limb and try celebrating Christmas this time around. He'd given Jimin a call at the start of the week to get his opinion; questions like 'was it a good idea?' and 'did he think Hoseok would be receptive to something like that?' were his main concerns during their conversation, and in return, Jimin had dissolved into laughter and told him to go ahead with it. Undeterred by the younger's amusement, Yoongi took the green light as the sign he'd needed. He'd been thinking it over before calling and figured that at the very least, Hoseok wouldn't hate the idea of celebrating Christmas, but he'd wanted a sounding board just in case. Even though he'd only had a week to prepare, Yoongi still had the chance to go all out; the perks of being the leader of the biggest crime family in the city were plenty, and he was sure he could pull whatever strings needed to create a blowout party if he was so inclined. However, it was his and Hoseok's first Christmas, and as it turned out, Yoongi didn't have any inclinations to do something so gaudy, so he'd scratched that idea. Next he'd wondered about having a get together with just their friends; the seven of them gathered by a fire with drinks, putting up decorations on a christmas tree, exchanging gifts perhaps... but no, even that felt over the top. He was no stranger to feeling selfish, so of course he recognized the feeling when it stirred in his chest as he thought about having to spend their first real Christmas with anyone other than each other.
And so, he'd narrowed all of the grandiose gestures flitting around in his mind to an overly simple two-step plan. An overly simple two-step plan that hardly needed any string-pulling, and yet suddenly seemed so daunting. But he'd committed to it, and the time had come, so there was no going back now: That fateful Christmas eve, he stood at the foot of the stairs, and met Hoseok, who'd only just woken up and was heading downstairs, most likely in search of him. "Oh, there you are; you weren't in bed and—" Hoseok paused, taking in Yoongi's appearance. "Hm? You're dressed already, are we going somewhere today?" Heat prickled under the collar of the long coat Yoongi had snagged from the closet and rushed to put on once he'd heard Hoseok's footsteps from upstairs. This was the most mortifying thing he'd done in a long time, Yoongi thought. "Not-" he blew out a soft breath and tried again, taking in Hoseok's bedhead and half-awake expression. "We...aren't going anywhere," he clarified, well aware of the rising warmth creeping up his neck. "Just. I got you something, is all." This time, Hoseok appeared more awake, curiosity taking precedence over everything else. "What-" Yoongi thrust forward the giftbag he'd been hiding behind his back before Hoseok could say anything more. He wondered, with a strange and sudden sense of dismay if he should have wrapped the item instead, but it was too late now. Hoseok had seen the festive bag, furrowed his brow, and cleared the remaining three steps he needed to be face to face with Yoongi.
As he took it from Yoongi, Yoongi began, "I know you must not think much about the holidays, and usually, neither do I, but this year I figured we could... give it a try on a small scale, so I got you-" With a brief rustling sound, Hoseok dug the green cardigan out of the bag, eyes bright with warmth. "You got me a Christmas present." Yoongi's cheeks flushed redder on their own accord when Hoseok's attention shifted from the sweater back to him. And so, huffing, Yoongi started to say, "It isn't so much a gift, more than it's a-" "...But I didn't get you anything," Hoseok murmured a little forlornly now. Yoongi's eyes grew wide. "It's not really a gift,” he blurted out, perhaps a bit more bluntly than intended because Hoseok's expression dimmed a little more. "Wait no, it is a gift, but not like that...I mean it's not just yours-" "Oh?" the other asked. “…” Fuck. With a resigned sigh, Yoongi shucked off the coat he'd been wearing the entire time. "Jesus Christ, this is what I meant," he mumbled. "It's not just a gift for you 'cause—” Hoseok's jaw dropped in genuine surprise. "Ohmygod, Yoongi, you got us matching Christmas sweaters." Yoongi pressed his lips together, shut his eyes, fought the urge to hang his head, because yes, he had bought them a pair of couple sweaters for Christmas. The process of revealing it hadn't gone as smoothly as he'd planned, and came at the cost of abject mortification, but it was done. Step one of his simple two-step plan was complete.
merry christmas, i wrote a short mtdwh drabble for the holidays 🎄🫶🏾
with art i commissioned from @koousagi.bsky.social !
(pt.1)
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mtdwh ch.34 has been posted :]
it’s a slightly heavy chapter, but things get better for sure, & i’m looking forward to seeing all ur thoughts on it hehe.
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hi hiii, Silverstorm ch. 13: Tales of Tempests & Tyrants (II), is now up and running :]
this chapter is a bit longer than usual and has quite a few things happening, so read slowly and enjoy ♡
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archiveofourown.gay/works/587078...
In order to quell the tensions between their two sides, princes Yoongi and Namjoon must fulfill an age-long prophecy and come together in a lasting union. However, in a world where fae are destined to meet their soulmates one way or another, Yoongi soon learns that love is more complicated than he'd ever imagined, and trying to fit in to a new environment while struggling to carry the weight of his destiny will prove to be more than he bargained for. OR: In which Yoongi wants so badly to be in love, he forgets what it felt like. Until he remembers.
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if the races are to hoseok what chasing after the sun feels like, then time spent with yoongi must be the warm afterglow of finally getting to hold that star in his hands.
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Yoongi doesn't have time to understand it because his eyes promptly roll into the back of his head, and he soon chokes on his breath as his stomach clenches tight. Fuck. "Fuck, w-wait, I'm going to-" He swears again, lifting his head up off the floor for a second, then promptly smacking it against the cold floors as his orgasm wracks through his body. It's heady, dizzying despite the fact that his vision is obscured. He spills himself down Jack's throat, arching up up up into the eager sheath of his mouth. Yoongi cries out as his body continues to writhe in that exquisite pleasure, toes curling, heart pounding like a jackhammer in his goddamn chest, sure that he's never cum so much from a blowjob until now. There's blood filling his mouth...he must have cut his tongue open on his teeth- when did his canines extend?-but whatever pain he might have felt from the cut is vastly overshadowed by the sheer amount of liquid pleasure flowing through his veins.
He moans brokenly when Jack doesn't relent, still languidly taking Yoongi down his throat and occasionally suckling the flushed head of Yoongi's cock as he bobs his own head. Yoongi's stomach tightens, and he nearly chokes on the blood in his mouth as he weakly tries to pull away from the puppetmaster, twisting this way and that, to no avail. Pleasure slowly shifts to torturous oversensitivity, and Yoongi can only lay there and take that too. Groaning thickly, Yoongi turns his head to one side and spits out that mouthful of blood, finally able to force a lungful of air down his throat. He would curse at the one on top of him, except that before he can even think to speak, Jack pulls off him only to immediately wrap a hand around his neck and squeezes tight as he slots his mouth over Yoongi's. Eyes slipping shut, Yoongi doesn't fight this kiss either; not the messy drip of his own cum pooling onto his tongue from Jack's mouth, or the fact that he can hardly breathe between the hand around his throat and the mouth slotted over his own.
He wants to fight it, but the best he can do is the constant but low growls rumbling in his chest. His alpha is...cowed, for some reason, he realizes distantly. His body is boneless, pliable, free-floating on a bed of sensation. He can hardly breathe, but he pushes up, into that taste of copper and salt as they kiss, swapping spit and cum and blood until Jack shoves him down, dragging his lips away from Yoongi's. "Swallow," he tells Yoongi, in a soft, crooning command. His teeth nips at Yoongi's ear immediately afterwards, in an almost affectionate manner. A shiver scales down Yoongi's back nonetheless. He swallows, and only then, do the fingers constricting his breaths ease up. "Good boy," the puppetmaster says with a pleased chuckle.
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logging this one under ‘that one fic i may or may not finish in time for a deadline i won’t be telling u about’ ;’)
Everything else pales in comparison to this. To his mate. To the shifting clouds of desire in Hoseok's eyes as he pulls back just enough to lock gazes with Yoongi. "A little while ago, you did mention that I was quite docile, hm?" Yoongi blinks once, first recalling their exchange in the immediate aftermath of the second Surge, and then a previous conversation from the time he sat with Hoseok while he bathed after returning from the bonemarket. He runs his tongue across his bottom lip then, well aware of the heat of the Captain's gaze. The heady swirl of lavender filling his lungs and the relaxing effect it has on both his muscles and his inhibitions. "A little while ago, you said you were only that malleable for me, didn't you?" He doesn't want to fight his feelings or instincts anymore. Hoseok is his, and his chest swells with a fierce sense of possessiveness and need. Please.
A shiver passes through him when he feels Hoseok's index finger lift up to tease the sleeve of his shirt down his shoulder, warmth sparking across the part of his skin where that single digit traces over. "I did say that, didn't I?" Soft breaths follow the path of Hoseok's finger, lips just almost brushing over Yoongi's neck and shoulder, and Yoongi shuts his eyes desperately, his own breath stuck in his throat. Please please please- "I'm sorry, Your Highness, but I think I might have to behave in a manner that says otherwise," he lets out in a low rumble. "I can hear your heart racing like this," he places his other hand over Yoongi's chest. "And though it isn't as strong as it usually is, your scent is heavy with want-" Yoongi digs his teeth into his bottom lip to hold back his pleas, anticipation sitting coiled in his gut like a vice. "And all I need..." Hoseok nuzzles against Yoongi's scent gland for just a second before his mouth returns to rest over his exposed shoulder, words professed into his flesh, "Is a taste." Fuck. Yoongi opens his mouth after all, voice thick and desperate: "Hoseok please, please-" He cuts off with a loud gasp as the pressure of Hoseok's teeth in his flesh brings with it a sharp and sudden tug of molten desire in his gut, tears pricking the corners of his tightly shut eyes, fingers winding desperately into the alpha's hair.
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✖️not clickbait✖️watch captain!hsk bite his omega here:
He glances up briefly to see that Hoseok and the other two are still standing exactly where they'd been, looking no closer to having reached a decision. Dragging his gaze back to Taehyung, Yoongi shakes his head and murmurs, "You should go to them. Help convince Hoseok to send out the larger number of scouts. Even if we're likely to be attacked, I doubt it'll happen on the first night of our arrival; on the other hand, a small group of the Scarlet Marauders traipsing through the barge might be seen as easy pickings out there." "You should come with me and tell him yourself," Taehyung lets out with a hum. Swallowing tightly, Yoongi shakes his head once, brows drawn together. "I shouldn't...no, I can't. It's a decision to be made between the Scarlet Marauders' executives and their Captain.' Taehyung's gaze travels up to where Hoseok, Jimin and Namjoon are, and for a few moments he remains silent, absorbed in his thoughts. Then his gaze settles back on Yoongi, a soft smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "Hyung," he says. "Do you know why this ship is called the Seventh Hope?" Yoongi's brows furrow even deeper in his confusion. He shakes his head slowly
Amusement bright in his expression now, the mage tells him, "Of course, it's because there have been six others before it." Yoongi blinks, surprised. “Oh.” He isn't sure what he'd expected, but suddenly he finds himself holding back a smile. "You've gone through six vessels in your time at sea? That's quite a lot, Taehyung-ah." Eyes crinkling in laughter, Taehyung replies, "Well yes and no. Hobi hyung named every single ship since he's been out at sea; right from the first dinghy he set sail into the sloop he and Jimin stole, and so on." He makes a show of leaning into Yoongi and cupping a hand over his mouth as he whispers, “He's kind of a sentimental bastard in that sense." A smile tugs on Yoongi's lips and this time he's helpless to stop it from pulling across his face even as he plays along, nodding. “Ah, I see." Taehyung is grinning too, something warm in his gaze as it turns reminiscent. "Our last ship sustained too much damage from the first time we sailed through the Silverstorm, and so Hoseok hyung saw to it that this one was built and reinforced enough to see us through this voyage; it holds all of our hopes for a good outcome. Our hopes that Jungkook will be returned safely to us, I mean. But somehow, I always felt that something was missing; there were always the six of us for a long while, and when I saw you in my visions for the first time, things became clear to me then." Yoongi's breath catches in his throat, eyes growing wide, more of that despair creeping around his chest. "Taehyung..." The mage's eyes are soft on him as he interlocks his arm with Yoongi's. "You were the missing piece, I think. Our seventh hope.”
it’s been a while since i did a silverstorm snippet for #wipwednesday so here u go :’)
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ahh how the tables turn
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Yoongi sucks in a breath, trembles involuntarily. "It's not what I expected from someone like you," he spits, finding that these words too, escape him easily. "But then again, this feels just rotten enough for a depraved guy like you to be into." Above him, Jack lets out a hum. "It's rotten because we're both alphas?" His hands blaze a scorching path along Yoongi's body, roughly kneading the flesh along his midsection, trailing down to his hips to squeeze even harder. "Ah-"Yoongi arches up, offering himself almost. "Y-yeah, exactly." "Mhm, whatever you say," comes the amused, dismissive response. There's a clawing need coursing just below the surface of his skin; a hunger like nothing he's ever experienced. Everyone of Jack's teasing touches stokes a flame inside of Yoongi that's one wrong spark away from becoming an inferno. What is it? What is it about the alpha known as the puppetmaster? His touch corrupts, eroding desire across Yoongi's nerve-endings for each passing second that he continues to pump Yoongi’s aching dick.
He trembles when he feels that pair of lips brush against his weeping tip, and his stomach clenches in traitorous anticipation of how it might feel to- "You want my mouth, hm?" That prickle of heat crawling across his skin flares hotter as if in response to the brazen words. "Go fuck yourself- hhngh!" The second Jack fully goes down on him, Yoongi body goes taut immediately, toes curling tightly, hands straining against the ropes keeping them bound behind his back. He moans, chokes out a sharp litany of swears at the wanton sound that had come out of him, then bites his lip so hard, he tastes blood. It feels good. His stomach quickens all too soon, hips bucking when the tip of his cock touches the back of Jack's throat. He almost whines when he feels the other let out a hum he swears sounds amused, wishes his hands were free so that he could at least yank on the bastard's hair when he feels sharp claws dig against his inner thigh. It hurts, but fuck, it feels good.
Yoongi finds himself glad for the blindfold around his eyes when the sudden sting of tears pool at the corners. Jack takes him in like it's the easiest thing in the world, spit-slick lips dragging across the pulsing veins along the length of him, tongue curling around the tip, pressing into the slit of it, making Yoongi croak out another feeble curse. "Damn you," he rasps. "You're an alpha too, why are you so good at this?" He almost wishes he hadn't spoken because Jack pulls off of him much too soon to laugh, a sound that grates on Yoongi's nerves and sparks another curl of warmth in his groin. "You're too fucking easy, kitty. I just got started, so how about you don't sing my praises just yet, hm?" "I can't wait to kill you," Yoongi spits, then immediately cries out when that wet warmth swallows him again.
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more snippets from this not–so–secret fic for @hobiversefest.bsky.social that i may or may not complete; this is still the very first scene 😮💨
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i just posted chapter 33, you should absolutely go check it out, its a fun one :))
archiveofourown.gay/works/228240...
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Yoongi’s never been more humiliated in his entire life. “There’s one sip left, what’s it going to be , kitty?” ‘I'm going to kill you,’ Yoongi wishes he could say. Instead, he presses his lips together once again. Remains silent. “You wouldn’t happen to be enjoying this as much as I am, now would you?” Jack teases, and when Yoongi staunchly continues to stay mum, he scoffs lightly and tells him: “You know, when we begin the game, silence won’t be taken as an answer.” “Go…to hell,” Yoongi manages to grit out before that pair of lips claims his own for the third time. He swallows the last exchange of alcohol pretty quickly this time, and as Jack begins to draw away, some part of Yoongi that is ungoverned and unpredictable and a thousand other negative adjectives, leans in. He chases after those lips, trying to suck the addictive bittersweet taste off of them. He doesn’t need to chase very long because Jack is soon meeting him halfway. A hand roughly grabs Yoongi by the scruff, and immediately, every hostile instinct he’s ever had comes rushing to the forefront of his mind.
He growls and bites down on Jack’s lower lip, right on the same spot he’d torn open. In return, the hand at the back of his neck squeezes tighter, pins Yoongi in place, eliciting a choked groan from him as Jack kisses him relentlessly. His lungs scream for air, but he gets nothing more than stolen moments of gulping air before those lips are on him again. The kiss is anything but gentle this time around; tongue shoving past his mouth and curling around his own, teeth nipping in rough retribution, nails digging into his skin where Jack’s fingers are once again still wrapped around his throat. For some strange reason, Yoongi doesn’t fight it—once his initial resistance passes, he finds himself leaning into Jack, gasping into the kiss like a man starved. Wanting more. Fuck. What the hell is going on with him? He sucks in a sharp breath, adrenaline thrumming through every nerve–ending in his body, along with something else: want. His desire hits him like a bolt of lightning, leaves him dizzy and trembling in light of his recognition of that fiery fucking tug in his gut. God, he is going to tear this guy apart the second he gets free.
it’s been a while since i posted anything for #wipwednesday but here’s one from my (not-so)secret alphaxalpha fic for @hobiversefest.bsky.social pls pray for me to be able to complete it 🙇🏾♀️
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*taps proverbial mic* ahem:
I posted a new chapter to this fic; chapter twelve, ‘Tales of Tempests and Tyrants’ (part one), is now out and linked below :]
archiveofourown.gay/works/587078...
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pleased to announce that chapter 11, ‘The Coil, the Foreboding,’ is up and running, and you can read it down below :
archiveofourown.gay/works/587078...
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“Seok–ah,” his best friend breathes out, giddy. Nervous. “It's your eyes.” Hoseok blinks. “My…eyes,” he repeats slowly. Yoongi braces his hands against the door on either side of him, as though searching for something to ground himself with. “You look like you want to eat me,” he tells Hoseok finally. Sucking in a breath, Hoseok says “Oh.” Thinks for a moment, then admits, “I do want to eat you—or, well, I really want to suck you off.”
〈The Curious Case of Cupid & Loverboy: A Valentine's Special〉
♡first time, top!yoongi/bottom!hoseok, lots of kissing, fluff&smut, coming untouched, multiple orgasms
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