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A/N: yesssss I’ve been waiting for more Halloween/Spooky requests while it’s still October!

Warnings: mdni 18+, blurb about 500 words or less, witch!reader, love potion no. 9, cursing, Jimin down bad, liquid swapping through mouths, lust potion, implied multiple rounds, etc.

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Jimin knows you think you’re a witch. He huffs a laugh claiming it makes sense, you must have put a spell on him because he’s never been so in love like he is with you.

And you giggle, your eyes glimmering as you roll them affectionately. You have runes smudged on your hands, crystals hidden in the corner of every door of your apartment. You hum, kissing your fingertips and wiggling them in the direction of Jimin, “Sir,” your words sweets like honey. “If I put a spell on you, I’d make sure you know.”

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The old gods and the new watch as seasons change, fall shivering in, leaves changing gold, red, and orange. It’s the time for turning a new leaf, the wind’s colder and you decide maybe Jimin should see how not everything is what it seems.

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Jimin may joke, but you don’t take any of the little jabs seriously but when Halloween drawls closer you ask. Giving him sweet kisses between words, “if I made a potion - mmm - would you try it?” Your teeth nip the bottom of his lip, sucking a little softly and you watch his eyes blink a few times, trying to process yours words before he clears his throat a little.

His hands knead your hips and his nose nudges yours, “as long as you don’t turn me into a beast.” He snickers and you giggle pressing your lips against his again.

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It’s a saying as old as time. Everything has a balance. You cannot do one thing without there being consequences and you know one of the safest things you can do is the love potion no.9

You haven’t had a need for it before, you can’t know the side affects. But you know it to be the less harmful one. So you hum, fingers delicate as Jimin’s eyes follow your every move in your tiny green kitchen.

A little cinnamon, a dash of vanilla, your gaze watches as they melt together in your pot with a cup of milk and chocolate.

“You’re making hot chocolate?” Jimin asks, arms encircling your waist, a smile against your neck. “It looks like hot chocolate-“

You ignore his quips and pour the liquid in one of your favorite mugs. One portion, filled almost to the brim. You turn in Jimin’s strong embrace and meet his eyes. “Would you rather me make it into something gross?” Your smirk is filled with amusement and Jimin grins, shrugging softly.

“Okay, okay, now what?” Jimin asks and you look down at the drink. Your eyes flutter close, your lips moving, words so quiet Jimin thinks you’re just mouthing your favorite song. But then you’re pushing the mug to Jimin’s chest.

“Drink,” your order is gentle, your fingers brushing his and a little tingle zapping up his arm. His right hand takes the cup while his other hand stays firm on your lower back. “Swallow a little and then let me drink.”

And Jimin thinks he must be insane, entertaining you like this, “what I do for you, Pretty.” He winks and tilts the mug, taking the sweet hot chocolate in his mouth. And he’s barely swallowed some before you’re pulling his face towards yours.

“My turn,” you whisper and your lips crash against his, his tongue pushing the rest of the drink from his mouth to yours.

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Jimin promises to break you - his eyes swirling with chaos, the lust clouding his mind - he fully feels like the beast he joked about nights ago.

“Oh - fuck, oh my god!” You mewl, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Jimin pushes your legs up higher, manhandling you into a nasty mating press.

Jimin can’t stop, his heavy balls smacking into your ass harder as his cock stuffs you full over and over again. His lips curl back in a growl, “your gods aren’t here.” He will never tease your craft again, his body having a mind of its own as he presses his hand on your flexing tummy. “It’s me - ungh - right there.”

You can’t even respond, his cock hitting every sweet spot it makes your vision blur. Drool dribbles down your slacked jaw, your gasps reverent. You’re beyond the point of cockdrunk at this point. Only able to lay there and take each filthy stroke while your nails dug into Jimin’s back.

Both of you are barely lucid at this point. You don’t know how long it’s been, how many times you’ve orgasmed. Your pussy overfilling with Jimin’s cum as he continues to fuck into you like an animal in heat. With each harsh thrust, Jimin’s pulling you back forcing you to feel every ridge and vein against his cock and it’s too much.

You don’t know how long the potion will last but Jimin has you screaming, creaming on his cock for the nth time - his hips making no signs of stopping.

You weren’t going to make it out alive. 

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A/N: fyi if you did not know, there is a song called love potion number 9

⋆༺𖤍༻⋆ 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 .ᐟ vampire!jj maybank x femwitch!oc

⋆༺𖤍༻⋆ 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 .ᐟ death, blood, vampires in this are a mix of tvd, supernatural, and the mortal instruments lol

⋆༺𖤍༻⋆𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊 .ᐟ smut, angst, witch x vampire, idk if im missing anything but will update if i am!!

⋆༺𖤍༻⋆ 𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘 .ᐟ

── it wasn't until after her twenty third birthday did summer thorne know she came from a long line of witches that protected humans from the insatiable appetites of vampires that lurked in plain sight. after her grandma disappeared and left her with more questions than answers, she had to fulfill her duty as a protector, though, it was hard to do that with the very thing she fought against being her greatest desire.

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Summer ran her finger along the dusty bookshelf that she never cleaned. It wasn't that she wasn't clean, quite the opposite, actually. She strived on cleanliness but the bookshelf was her cheat place.

Every book that sat on those fixtures had been in her family for generations. She slid the pad of her pointer along the titles, looking for a specific one. 'Potion Making 101', she shook her head. 'Harnessing the act of divination', still no. 'What to do when you've turned someone into a toad', absolutely not.

She finally found the book she was looking for with a smile, pulling it out of the close confines it was in. She blew the dust off and with a satisfied hum, she started towards the table in the middle of the room. 'Shelly's Book of Spells', she plopped the heavy book down on the table with a thud and opened it up to the first page.

There was an old note in familiar writing. She rolled her eyes after reading, 'Summer, get your paws off this book.' She threw it to the side and flipped through the pages until she got to the one she needed. In big, bold letters at the top of the worn page wrote 'Locator Spells'.

She ran her finger down the different spells before finding the one she needed. She rummaged through the table's drawers until she found a map. She spread it across the table top and poured over the words, reciting them in her head until she was sure she got the pronunciation right. She held the palm of her hand over the map, closing her eyes and letting the magic in her veins take the reins.

Her lips moved of their own accord. "Phasmatos Tribum. Nas Ex Veras. Sequitas Sanguinem," she spoke, scrunching her face to keep her concentration on the person she was searching for. She felt a zap through her body, letting her know that something took, meaning she could go on with the spell. "Shelly Thorne."

She believed that this was working. She was finally going to find her. Summer smiled to herself but her smile fell quickly when she smelled something burning. Her eyes flew open and she let out a shriek when the paper was burning to a crisp. The book said it would slowly burn into the area where the person you were trying to locate would be but her map? It was blackened. 

She tried to put it out but it was too late, all that was left of the map was ashes. "Damn it!" She ran a frustrated hand through her hair, looking back at the spell book for any guidance on what to do but all that read beneath the spell was, 'Summer, put down the book.'

Summer grunted, slamming the book closed. She snapped her fingers and had the book returned to its original spot in a flash. Plopping down on the beanbag in the room, she hugged a pillow to her chest, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the tassels coming from the bottom.

"Summer, pay attention. You're going to need to know this when I teach you more advanced spells," Shelly's voice echoed in the room, her face warm yet still annoyed.

"Nana, this is too hard. Why do I have to know how to turn a feather pink, anyway?" eight-year-old Summer sat back against the chair with a huff, crossing her arms against her chest petulantly.

Shelly popped a hip, letting out a sigh at the frustrated look on her granddaughter's face. "Do you remember when someone came to the house last week?"

Summer, still angry with herself, nodded once. "Yeah, what does that have to do with anything, Nana?"

Shelly bent down to Summer's height in her chair. "Do you remember how I disappeared?" Summer turned in her chair to face her grandmother, nodding her head once again. "Turning a feather pink might be a little tedious right now, my dear, but it's setting you up to be able to turn it blue, green, yellow, or any color you can imagine and then, when you're ready, you can make it disappear." Shelly snapped her fingers and the feather was gone.

Summer's eyes widened as she sat up, suddenly intrigued in her lesson again. "Whoa. But, how—" When she looked up, Shelly had disappeared, too. She looked around for her grandmother but she couldn't see her. "Nana?"

There was another snap and Shelly had appeared on the other side of Summer a split second later. Summer laughed. "I wanna do that!" she pointed at her grandmother. Shelly's lips curved into a kind smile.

"And you will. But you have to turn this feather pink first. Cloaking takes practice, I started just as you are when I was your age. I know it's hard now but you will get better and then it'll become like a second nature to you, my dear." She pinched her chin lovingly.

Summer's brow pulled, her brain working with questions that an eight-year-old shouldn't be having. "Nana, will you disappear again?"

Shelly's face softened, she tucked two strands of hair behind Summer's ears and tapped her nose. "Not from you, my little shadow."

Summer blinked out of her daze. Her cheeks damp as she hugged the pillow a little closer. Her eyes found the picture she'd been staring at since her twenty-third birthday two weeks ago. Summer with a big smile on her face with her grandmother behind her, arms around her neck, mirroring Summer's smile. Summer swallowed harshly. "You lied," she spoke to the picture like Shelly could hear her.

Summer climbed the attic ladder with a box attached to her side. Cora and Kiara, her two best friends, behind her to make sure she didn't fall and meet an early demise.

"Summer, you're freaking me out. Would you accept help for literally once in your life?" Kiara hover handed the small of Summer's back.

"When you fall and crack your head open, I'm going to laugh at you," Cora spoke nonchalantly but the concern in her eyes was real.

Summer laughed, shaking her head as she pushed the box up and into the attic with the hand holding it against her side. "You guys are so dramatic. I'm not going to die." But as she said that, she almost lost her footing and her stomach dropped to her toes. She managed to right herself with a nervous smile while Kiara and Cora looked at her with the same exact expression.

Summer carefully descended the ladder and hopped down once she was close enough to the ground, wiping her hands off on her jeans. "See? I'm fine."

"Yeah, you totally didn't just almost fall and kill all three of us." Kiara gave her a sweet smile, crossing her arms against her chest and cocking her head to the side.

Summer rolled her eyes and playfully pushed one of her best friend's shoulder. "I wouldn't have killed all three of us. Maybe severely injured but not killed." Summer pushed past the two of them to walk into The Wreck where Cora and Kiara's parents worked. "Besides, it'd make us closer. Trauma bonding."

Cora snorted as Kiara smiled reluctantly. Pope, another one of their close friends came over with a book in his hands. "Hey, Sum," he spoke in passing and Summer realized that he was studying some school book. Kiara, Cora, and Summer decided they didn't want to go to college but Pope got a full ride scholarship to Oregon State University and he was determined not to lose it.

Summer didn't blame him. He didn't exactly come from a wealthy family. None of them did other than Summer but even then, most of their money came from Summer's trust fund that Shelly had made for her and her mother's three jobs. "Have you taken a breath yet, Pope? You do realize you're on summer break, right?" Summer teased.

"Mm, yeah. I'd love another coffee, thanks, Sum." He slid into a bar stool, not acknowledging Summer's question at all. Which didn't surprise her in the least. She just laughed it off and moved behind the counter to make him another coffee.

Ana and Mike, Kiara and Cora's parents, didn't try to stop her. They were pretty busy that day seeing as everyone was back home from school that hung out at The Wreck on the regular. "Where's JB?" Summer asked, sipping on her own mixed drink she had made herself.

Kiara rolled her eyes. "Hanging out with Sarah Cameron, again. I mean, whatever happened to hanging out with real friends? It's like he's become a ghost." Summer frowned. Kiara had a very...explicit falling out with Sarah when they were sixteen. Sarah threw a party, didn't invite Kiara who was best friends with her at the time, and Kiara called the cops on her.

Summer shuddered at the memory of them cursing at each other until Kiara had to be held back by Summer and John B. "Well, he'll figure it out soon enough." Summer poured the coffee into a mug, using the creamer she knew Pope liked from being friends with him for almost twenty years. She even made him a little heart with the foam on top.

She worked as a barista for a few years before she quit when her grandma went missing. She was in a hard place for a week and she could barely get herself out of bed. Thankfully, Kiara and Cora dragged her out of her cave the week after and now, she was here. She slid Pope the mug as the bell over the door rang and in came Topper Thornton and Kelce Williams.

They both were a little overdressed for summer but Summer couldn't judge because she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Topper pulled off his sunglasses, smiling at Summer as he slid in front of her. "I'll have a Summer's Specialty," Topper pointed to the alcohol behind her.

Summer gave him an odd look, laughing lightly. "A Summer's Specialty is literally just Tito's in a glass."

Kelce made a face. "Ooh, that sounds good. I'll do the same."

Cora laughed, leaning against the bar. "It's three in the afternoon," she teased her friends, Kiara now helping Pope study because Topper was still friends with Sarah and Kiara was known for holding grudges.

Topper shrugged. "It's five o'clock somewhere." Summer slid them both a glass and poured the Tito's in. "Cheers, man." Topper knocked his back while Kelce sipped on it. Topper shuddered and placed the glass back down on the bar. "Pope, are you seriously studying during summer break?"

Pope didn't look up from his book. "Yeah, mini golf does sound fun, I'll see you there later, Top." He held up a thumbs up. Topper gave Summer a confused look while Summer just shook her head in a way of saying 'don't ask'.

She mostly helped out around The Wreck for the rest of the day with her friends until closing. Ana and Mike ushered her out but not before slipping her some tip money from the day because they believed she deserved it for helping them out during a busy day. 

Summer hugged them both, waving bye to Cora and Kiara, before starting her walk home. She only lived about a block away from The Wreck so it was easier than burning unnecessary gas. She placed one of her headphones in as she took her usual route through the trees behind The Wreck. 

The sky was a mix of dark blues and blacks, just the light of the moon and stars keeping her from freaking out. She was always afraid of the dark, it was one thing that freaked her out. She could deal with anything else, just not the dark. 

She hummed along to her song when she heard something next to her. She turned her head, expecting to see Cora or Kiara there but there was no one. Just her and the trees. She blinked, assuring herself that she must've been seeing things.

She shook her head and continued her walk. A few more steps and she could've sworn she heard another sound. It was more like a voice but she couldn't make out what it was saying. She looked around once more. "Kiara? Cora? If this is some kind of prank, it's not funny!" Summer shouted into the wood, crossing her arms over her chest but her heart was pounding.

And then she heard it again. On the other side of her that time and she saw something dart past her. Summer swallowed harshly, gripping onto her phone so hard she could've cracked the screen. She wanted to run but for some reason, her feet were stuck to the ground.

"Witch," someone spoke next to her ear. She spun, an incantation on the tip of her tongue but there was no one there.

"Show yourself!" Summer shouted, exuding the confidence she didn't have. Her pulse was racing and her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest. Suddenly, she felt a heavy weight pushing her down onto the grass below her, her shoulder meeting the ground with a pop and she had to bite down on her tongue to not scream in the pain radiating through it.

Above her was a bigger man, holding her down by her wrists. She struggled against him, fighting through the pain in her shoulder. The man leaned down to sniff her neck and Summer moved to kick him between the legs but she stopped when his mouth opened to speak. Her heart almost completely stopped when she saw his two front canines sharpened to deadly points. His eyes darkened to a black while deep veins popped out on his face.

"Mm, I've never had witches blood before...should be delicious," he spoke lowly in her ear, his voice a deep rasp that sent fear trickling down her spine.

Her body and mouth moved on their own accord. She kicked straight up, hitting exactly where she wanted. The man groaned in pain and she didn't give him a second to recover before she was saying an incantation."Phasmatos Morsinus Pyrox Allum."

The man was thrown off of her, howling in pain and she took the opportunity to book it faster than she ever had back to her house. She didn't look back as she made it to the front door and mumbled an unlocking spell, she didn't have the time to reach for her keys. The door swung open and she slammed it behind her.

Breathing heavily, she leaned back against the wood. "Summer? Is that you?" Summer's mother, Maren, walked over to the door. "Oh, God. What happened to you?"

Summer just slumped down onto the floor, her head falling forward as she tried to wrap her head around what she had just seen while Maren poured over her daughter.

What the hell was that? was her only thought.

( dividers by: @bhavihelps & @cafekitsune )

CW: burnout sunshine character? detailed description of a panic attack, idk if it’s worth mentioning but i know anxious themes aren’t everyone’s cup of tea.

Eldritch!König X ExhaustedWitch!Reader

A deep, dark pit of a feeling, an endless void. Doesn’t matter how much you fill it, nothing seems to reach the bottom. Tsk- try again.

It was only rational to think believe that this was not the end, that there’s always a light at the end of that fucking tunnel. You always bounce back.

Yet almost every bit of progress made is eradicated right in front of your two diminishing eyeballs if so much as one thing is out of place. Really? Is that all what it takes?

A gush of wind and the whole thing falls down?

Baffling, what could you do? You felt defeated but you never knew when to quit! Subconsciously, you prayed someone was watching over you and your dumb persistence. Deep breath, try again.

It doesn’t stop when you accidentally cut yourself trying to perfect your spells and it doesn’t stop when you almost blow yourself up while mixing your potions. Now you’re just getting sloppy. What’s wrong with you? Get it together.

Try again.

Again.

Again. Moving past sore limbs and aching muscles, ignoring the dull throb behind your eyes. Keep your focus, stay with it, easy does it and don’t stray away for a second.

Progress, sweet, relieving progress. Finally.

But where does that leave sweet old you? Running on fumes, can’t even relish in the small victory properly you’re so exhausted. You’ve worn yourself to the bone, can’t even see straight.

Your eyesight’s not what it’s been, hell even your hair’s thinning and eye bags deepen by the week.

Where’s your support? Wait, it’s been declined. Politely as usual, despite the building pressure.

A dash of “I’m fine” and a sprinkle of “I got it” have led you without a team. That’s fine, shit happens. No need to despair. You got yourself.

There’s no buzzing, that’s not what you hear, why’s your skin so itchy all of the sudden?

Aren’t your nerves on fire from all that picking or is that blood? Is that why you’re smelling pennies?

Heartbeat’s travelled to your ears, the room is dizzying you and the wallpaper’s a growing blur. You find yourself breaking into a cold sweat, then why’s it so fucking hot? Is it hot in here? Did you turn on the heat?

You stumble back, feet catching in each other and you fall back flat on your ass. Your head hits the handle of the dresser behind you, a few miscellaneous items fall to the floor with a clatter.

It’s dull, the pain physically felt. Your vision spots, or is that truly a thick, black hole forming at your feet? God, you’re too tired to move away, maybe it’ll swallow you whole, make you disappear.

Your mouth feels dry, adrenaline uselessly pumping through your veins in an unmoving body making you more anxious than you already are.

It’s suffocating, your chest feels constricted, you want out, to hell with all this…

But something holds you. Something.

And you crumble in his arms. He smells of home.

“I’m sorry, Ô great one, forgive me, I’m sorry…”

You hiccup between sobs, he just hushes you.

“Shh, sh, sh, shhhhh…”

“I just needed- I just needed…”

A tentacle comes to rest on your head, slow gentle strokes down the length of your hair.

“You are not at fault, kleines. No more tears, shhh… I’ve got you now, I’ve got you.”

Like a trickling river that one, steady waves of the salty ocean washing over your weary soul. How does he do it, you wonder. Why does he remind you of a calm body of water…

“Rest… just rest.”

Pairing: Tyler Owens x Witch!Reader

Summary: In turn of the century America, long before the Revolutionary War was even a thought in anyone’s mind, a small village was home to a most beloved and respected healer. When jealousy begets feelings of maliciousness, you are accused of witchcraft. Centuries later, you live your life as a normal, everyday witch, but even you have to admit that strange things tend to happen to you sometimes. It all comes to a head when you meet a strange man who seems to know all about you. (Witch!AU)

Series Content Warning: Semi-dark fic, Witchcraft, Demons, Black Magic, Reincarnation, Immortality, Blood, Sacrifices, Evil Spirits, Historical Inaccuracies, Angst, Fluff, Smut. Individual chapters will have their own warnings.

All posts related to this series will be tagged with "Together Transformed" and "TT."

*Denotes smut.

Meet our heroine!

Masterlist

Series;

Prologue

Chapter One (Coming Soon)

Drabbles;

Nothing to see here yet...

Headcanons;

Nothing to see here yet...

WARNINGS: mild violence, foul language

summary: witches and upirs can't be together... right?

word count: 1,393 (part one: here!)

a/n: leave it up to me to be a sucker for angst... inspired by a request from @mentallyscreamingsincebirth which I haven't been able to get out of my head!!

As I finally got home, I slid down my door, slumping down on the ground with a sigh as I threw away my purse in the hallway. My head was pounding and my heart was beating so hard, I was afraid I'd get a heart attack sooner or later. This is not what I wanted. Not at all. I didn't want to distance myself from Roman, to never feel his lips against mine again, to watch him date some other girl in a few weeks just to have someone on his arm. The whole ordeal was making me sick.