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lokis-army-77 · 7 months

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OK, so I know I *could* write this, but my WIPs are ridiculous, and you wrote Demon Eddie so well that he lives rent free in my head.

I was thinking Incubis Eddie, where reader thinks shes just having very horny dreams with this thing, and then he visits her when he thinks she's asleep but she's not...

Feel free to add your own flavours, or ignore this horny thot entirely up to you babe x

Hunger

Incubus!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 2k

A demon awaits you in your room when you arrive home from a night out.

Warning: 18 +. multiple orgasms, some licking (f reviving), fingering (vaginal and anal), CNC?, some hair pulling, blood.

And thank you to @lofaewrites for beta reading 💗

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He had started showing up in the dark corners of your room only a month ago. It was after you had watched some horror movie with a friend and instead of being afraid like every normal person in the theater, you were turned on.

In the dreams you had of him, you weren't scared either even when he came into the light and bared his two rows of needle-sharp teeth, even when his horns made him appear taller and the wings stretching from his bare back made him look broader.

Each night he visited you was another wonderful exploration of your wants and desires. You couldn't get enough of him and when you woke only to find that the pleasure and the pain had all been a dream, you sulked to yourself as you missed the feel of those long, clawed fingers scratching at your skin.

You had come home way later than you usually would on a weeknight. Only coming through your front door at around three in the morning. A long-time friend of yours had gotten married and the reception had gone on longer than you would have liked. The bride and groom had left at around twelve but the party raged on without them. You called it quits when the ache in your feet could no longer be ignored and instead of conversation, all you could do was yawn.

Trudging through your front door you kick your shoes off and throw your bag onto the table in the entryway. You’re exhausted and all you want is to go to bed.

As you walk through your house, everything seems normal, until you flip the lights on in your bedroom. You freeze when you see it. A dark mass by the head of your bed bent over and pulling at the clumped-up sheets.

The creature whips around, its hair falling into its face as it growled. Its wings spread out to make itself look bigger and it bared its rows of sharp teeth. You take a step back, fear gripping onto you. But then, as you look at the strange form, you are met with a familiar feeling. This wasn’t a strange creature, no it was what visited you in your dreams.

Confusion fell over you then. He was just a dream. He wasn’t real so why were you seeing him in your room? You don’t remember falling asleep anywhere. Shaking your head, you pinch your arm, thinking it might wake you up like it does in the movies but all you feel is the sharp pain it brings to your forearm.

Cautiously, you take a step forward, hands out, showing the creature you didn’t intend to do anything rash. “Hello,” you speak softly. His eyes slit as he stares at you. “Uh.. what are you doing here?” You ask. He had never really talked to you in your dreams before but it didn't hurt to try.

“You aren’t supposed to be awake.” He answers, voice deep.

You take a deep breath. "What do you mean?" you ask.

He stares at you for a moment before he speaks again. "You know what I mean."

When he steps toward you, you step back, only to run into the door. Where there should have been a sense of dread, there was only a spark. A tingling sensation coiling up inside of you the closer he came.

He reaches out his hand, claw-like nails giving him a more sinister look, and brushes back the strands of your hair that had fallen out of the updo you had been wearing for the wedding. You shiver when you feel his nails tickle your skin.

You can feel your heart beating faster as he shuffles closer to you, his larch body towering over yours. A gasp leaves you when he unexpectedly grabs you and hoists you over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Your voice wavers as he walks you over to the bed and throws you down. Your body bounces at the force and once you settle, you try to back away from him.

He huffs, frustrated. “You aren’t this much of a hassle when you’re sleeping.” He takes hold of your ankle and drags you back down the bed. You try to wriggle free, but he is too strong. He grabs the other ankle and pulls you towards him, trapping you between his body and the mattress. He presses his body against yours, his hands roaming over you.

You can’t help the flood of arousal that washes over you as you struggle against him. He’s smirking like this is a game to him and it’s only making you more flustered.

Leaning down, his lips press into yours and his tongue slips inside your mouth. It’s forked, just like in your dreams, but now, with what little he’s said, you wonder if they were really dreams at all.

The kiss is fierce, full of strong emotions and wandering hands. He tugs on your dress and you can hear the fabric beginning to tear. You try to pull away and to stop him but he’s so much stronger than you.

You feel the needle-sharp tips of his teeth nip you, drawing blood from your bottom lip. He laps it up, humming at the metallic taste. Your fingers drag lines over his back and sides as you fall deeper into the feral, primal instincts now controlling you.

His hardened length can be felt pressing into your thigh as he ruts into you. His kisses are rough and desperate, and you can feel his heart racing against yours as he pulls you closer. He whispers in your ear, "Let me take what I need and I will let you sleep.”

You’re nodding before you can stop yourself. The growing need for him is too much to resist now.

The creature hums, satisfied at your submission. Soon, your dress is finally ripped off of you, along with your undergarments. You are left completely bare to him, nipples pebbling in the cool air of your room and thighs snapping shut at being so exposed.

A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest and he’s quick to open your legs up. Long, deft fingers trail down your exposed skin, goosebumps coming up in their wake. He takes his time, coaxing you into a more relaxed state with gentle caresses and warm lips sucking marks into your skin.

“Ah.” A moan leaves you when you feel him bite at your collarbone. Tiny pinpricks that draw the smallest amount of blood. His tongue laved over the wound and he let out a groan.

His hand finally reaches between your legs and you let out a cry of relief when his thumb rubs over your clit. His other hand moves up to cup your breast, his fingers teasing your nipple. His mouth moves over your neck and he whispers in your ear, “You are so sensitive.” His fingers slid through the wetness faster over your clit.

Your hips move in tandem with his hand, bucking and writhing. He lets you take what you need. His fingers move faster still as you begin to moan and gasp. His other hand moves down to your hip and grips as your body jerks with each wave of pleasure. “Fuck-” you breathe. You can feel the all-too-familiar sensation pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“That’s it. Give it to me.” He whispers into your ear as your back arches and your toes curl.

Your breath hitches as your body tenses. Your voice breaks and you cry out in pleasure as you reach your peak. His grip tightens as you collapse onto the bed.

The creature moans into your neck and he keeps rubbing his fingers into you, slowly moving them down from your clit to circle around your soaking-wet entrance. You whimper in his strong grip.

“Please,” you gasp. He doesn’t stop, he pushes two of his fingers into you, pulling a wail from your lungs. You are clamping down around him, cunt practically sucking his fingers.

There are squelching sounds coming from the fluid motion of his fingers roughly bounding into you. Your pleas and moans accompany the sounds and it’s like music to the creature's ears.

He fingers you with abandon, pushing and pulling with force and speed. Your orgasm builds with each thrust of his fingers, your pleasure becoming more intense with each passing second. Your body goes rigid in his hold and as you cum for a second time.

“No more,” you mumble, spent and exhausted.

You hear him chuckle, “I’m not done with you, pet.”

When his fingers leave your used cunt, a whine leaves you at the loss and you feel yourself clamping down around nothing. He is turning you onto your stomach before you know it. Your head is buried in the sheets and your body lies like a board.

With closed eyes, you can only assume what he is doing behind you as you feel his body atop your own. Thick fingers push apart the fat of your ass to expose you. The tickle of his hair as he leans down to lick a thick stripe from your pussy to the tight ring of your ass makes you twitch, a small bit of exhausted laughter pushing through you.

He pulls back and you can feel his thumb toying with your ass, circling and pushing in just slightly. He has moved to his legs are on either side of your closed thighs. You can feel the hardness of his cock resting along the seam of where your legs meet. He’s hot and leaking pre-cum.

Wiggling your hips, you encourage him to keep going. He then guides his cock closer, pressing the tip through the sticky wetness and into your waiting pussy.

You moan into the bed at the stretch, hands gripping the sheets. He’s so big that he makes you feel so full without being completely inside you.

He keeps pushing into you, grunting and hissing at the feel of your cunt spasming around him. Once he is fully sheathed inside you he begins to piston his hips. In and out in and out. He’s fucking you at a brutal pace. Giving you pleasure but also taking what he wants from you.

His thumb is still circling your ass but as he keeps going, he finally pushes past your tight rim. You cry out into the open air of your bedroom. His thumb is thick and stretches you open where you have never been stretched before.

“Fuck, yes.” You mumble into the sheets below.

He grins. “You like that pet? Like when I use this pretty ass?”

You nod, hair tangling under your face as you do. “Yes, yes, yes.” It's the only word you can get out of your mouth.

Listening to your words he begins to thrust his thumb in and out of you at the same unwaveringly fast pace that his hips have set.

You can’t help the guttural groan you let out. It’s all becoming too much. So many sensations are filling your body, some familiar and others new. The strings of your orgasm have been pulled taut and are slowly breaking one by one. Your fists clench and your legs spasm. The creature reaches to your head and pulls on your hair at the base of your neck. Your head is forced up and with a half cry half moan, you cum around him as he releases thick stream after thick stream into you.

As he keeps himself buried within you, he leans down and bites at your ear before speaking. “I may have to visit you when you are awake again, pet. You take me so well.”

He pulls out and moves away, fast and unexpectedly, leaving you to drop, spent, and used on the bed. You turn slowly to look for him but your eyes find him nowhere in your room. It was empty, he had vanished into thin air.

Soon he will return, hunger no longer sated by the sexual energy that you have given him tonight.

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starlitmark · 4 months

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Summary: After the ups and downs of being in the public eye throughout your pregnancy, the time finally comes to meet your little one. Pairing: idol!Seonghwa x model!reader Tropes: established relationship au, new parents au, idol au, celebrity au Genre: fluff Rating: PG Warnings: allusions to childbirth, happy crying, breastfeeding, language Word Count: 2,141 Note: part of the Desire universe and for my anniversary! (enjoy the nod to her display name as the title) thank you to @anyamaris for beta reading!!

Before You Interact

Seonghwa had been panicking all day. You had gone into labor around 3am but still didn’t start active labor until hours after arriving at the hospital. After hours of physically and mentally exhausting labor, your son was finally in your arms. Even after your doctor confirmed that both you and your son were healthy, your boyfriend really couldn’t relax. When you feed Yejun for the first time, Seonghwa finally relaxes and lays him down to sleep in the bassinet.

“We’re parents.” He sighs happily, squishing onto the hospital bed beside you.

“Yes, we are.” You chuckle, “You finally relaxed now?”

Your boyfriend nods, “It was a crazy morning.”

“Yeah,” you let out a breathy laugh, “I just spent 8 hours pushing him out of me.”

Seonghwa kisses your hair, “And you did an amazing job. He’s perfect.”

Seonghwa looks over at your sleeping son and smiles brightly. He’s so proud to call himself a father; your son is everything he could ever wish for and more. He then turns to you and cups your face in his hands. You smile softly at him, and he returns the look. Your boyfriend leans in and kisses you softly. The tender moment is disrupted by multiple notifications from your phone. When you glance at it, you notice that it’s only 1pm.

“Should we let the others know he’s here? I’m sure Danbi is pacing through your dorm right now, and Mingi is trying to get her to sit down.” You joke.

“You should rest.” He worries.

You shake your head, “I’m actually quite awake… I think I’m on some sort of adrenaline high.”

Seonghwa shakes his head at you and looks down at his hand intertwined with yours. He frees his hand a moment later and texts your group chat to let everyone know Yejun has finally arrived. It takes all of two minutes to have Eunji FaceTiming you. Despite your clearly disheveled state, you answer.

“Can we come?” She asks, skipping all courtesies.

“Hi Eunji, I’m great! Yejun and I are healthy and safe.”

“Can we come then?!” She questions again.

Seonghwa butts in, “Yeah, visiting hours end at 4pm tonight so if any of you plan to come you’re welcome to.”

“I’m meeting my nephew!” You hear Yunho yell in the background followed by a door slamming.

Of course, the rest of your friends were all holed up together in the Ateez dorm. You hear Yejun quietly whining, alerting you of his waking state. Quickly, you say goodbye to your friends, and Seonghwa tells them the maximum number of visitors at a time. You reach your son and see him slowly blink as he wakes up. You know he can’t see much of anything yet, but he knows it’s you. During your prenatal class, you learned that babies have an incredible ability to sense their parents without even really seeing them well. Carefully, you lift him up and hold him close to your body. You gave birth to him just over two hours ago, and already you can’t get enough of holding him. Returning to your bed, you feed him again, and Seonghwa offers to attempt his first diaper change. You both quickly found out Yejun does not enjoy them.

Once he’s changed, Seonghwa carries him back to you. You both sit there for a while, holding Yejun and Seonghwa, wrapping his arms around you. Honestly, you don’t know how you’ve ever lived any other way before having both your boys. A soft knock sounds on your door, interrupting the domestic moment.

“I’ll go get it.” Seonghwa offers, “It’s probably our friends.”

You nod and look back down at Yejun, who is fast asleep again. Seonghwa is quietly talking with someone at the door, but you can’t be bothered to pay attention due to how enamored you are by your son. You hear footsteps growing louder, then feel Seonghwa’s hand gently curl over your shoulder. Looking up, you look at your boyfriend then see Yunho. You suppose his mad dash out of the dorm made him the first to arrive. It wouldn’t surprise you if he didn’t even wait for anyone else to get in the car before he left.

“Do you want to hold him?” You ask quietly after you notice Yunho’s shocked state.

The tall man nods and takes a few steps closer, “He’s so tiny.” He comments once you pass him the baby.

“He is only two hours old.” You laugh, “Of course he’s tiny.”

In Yunho’s hands, Yejun looks even smaller. His large hands are about half of your son’s entire body length. For a moment, you think your friend may cry. He’s been excited for you to have Yejun from the moment he found out about your pregnancy. You, Yunho, and Seonghwa chat for a while. Yunho holds your son as long as he can until Yejun grows fussy and Seonghwa takes him back. Suddenly, Yunho’s phone starts ringing in his pocket. He sighs when he sees the caller and accepts the FaceTime call.

“Hello, Mingi.” He says in a playfully annoyed tone.

“Mingi’s parking the car. Get your ass out of there. I need to see Yejun right now.” Danbi yells into the phone.

“Okay, okay. He’s fussy so have fun with that.”

You look over and see Seonghwa pacing while gently rocking him and humming quietly; the amount of love poring from his eyes makes your heart soar with butterflies. Yejun won’t calm down, though. You motion for your boyfriend to bring him to you. Instantly, Yejun calms and seems to be searching for your chest in hopes of milk. After that, Yunho dismisses himself to allow you the privacy of feeding.

“What?” You question when you notice Seonghwa watching you.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? You’re staring at our son while he’s eating.” You tease.

Seonghwa smiles brightly and sits at the foot of the bed.

“It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. He’s beautiful. I couldn’t imagine life without you both.”

Another knock raps on the door. You quickly pull your hospital gown up and over your son as he continues to feed. Seonghwa pops his head out the door and then allows the guests in. Both your friends step into the room. Their boyfriends are nowhere to be seen yet.

“Where–”

“Currently latched to my chest.” You cut off Danbi, “He’s hungry.”

A few moments later, Yejun is done feeding, and you strategically move him from under the gown to lay him against your shoulder to burp him. Once he does, you hold him for both Eunji and Danbi to see. Danbi looks like she’s in some sort of elated shock. You don’t expect to see Eunji almost instantly break down in tears. She walks closer but doesn’t reach out to hold him due to her state. She had done her own research and didn’t want to risk him getting sick in any way.

“He’s so…” She tapers off.

Eunji steps into your bathroom and cleans her hands (maybe too thoroughly) before returning and asking to hold him. She looks at him as if he’s her world. On more than one occasion, she’s mentioned that she doesn’t want kids of her own. Luckily, Yeosang feels the same way. The two of them are more than happy being an aunt and uncle to whoever ends up having kids in your friend group.

You look for Seonghwa, but notice he stepped out. He knew it was a raw and personal moment for Danbi and Eunji to meet your son. You’re thankful he gave that moment to them despite his papa bear mode already being present two hours into your son’s life. The door opens again, and You see your boyfriend walk in with Mingi and Yeosang in tow. Yeosang immediately wraps his arms around Eunji from behind and rests his chin on her shoulder. He looks at Yejun in her arms and smiles softly. The entire scene melts your heart.

Despite not wanting to hand off your son, she reluctantly passes him to Mingi. Yet again, your son looks pea-sized in his hands. Danbi breaks from her excitement-induced stupor. She reaches over and rubs her finger along Yejun’s soft cheek. He thinks it’s a food source and tries to latch onto it. She lets out a quiet giggle at the action. Mingi has a goofy smile on his face. You know he’s happy, though. His eyes are sparkling looking at the infant in his hands. Since he panicked about finding your pregnancy tests in Danbi’s bathroom, he’s been vocal about his wish for kids in the future. Though, he and Danbi agreed, not for a while still.

“The other four are blowing up the group chat, waiting to get in here.” Seonghwa laughs lightly, “I’m sure they want to meet him before his mother passes out on us.”

“I’m fine.” You protest. Your yawn betrays your sentiment.

Danbi nods, “As much as we’d love to stay, I have a few exams to prepare for, and somebody has meetings tomorrow.” She comments, throwing Mingi a playfully annoyed look.

Yeosang looks at Yejun being passed back to you. His eyes are wide and shiny. Somewhere between concerned and enamored. As much as he loves your son already, him being just over three hours old now makes him scared that he’ll break him somehow.

“Did we get the godparents title?” Eunji asks, eyes locked on Yejun.

“You know damn well you share that with all of us!” Mingi whines.

His volume causes Yejun to burst out in tears. Not used to loud sounds yet. You bounce him lightly and shush him. Yeosang’s concerned yet enamored face intensifies and the four of them quickly excuse themselves. (Much to Eunji’s dismay). After the door is shut again, another yawn escapes your lips.

“If you’re too tired, my love, we can tell Joong, San, Wooyoung, and Jongho to come by tomorrow.” Seonghwa tells you with a bit of worry in his tone.

You shake your head, “It’s okay. It wouldn’t be fair to them if everyone else got to meet him today.”

Seonghwa sighs, “It’s what your limit is, and his is too… if you’re too tired if he’s too tired… they’ll understand.”

“Seonghwa, we’re okay.” You offer a soft smile.

Despite his lingering concern, Seonghwa leaves to retrieve the last four people who need to meet your little one. The moment the door knob clicks open, San is bursting through the door, with Wooyoung not far behind. Both of them look over the moon with joy and excitement. Wooyoung is the first to get to hold him. San whines about it the whole time. The slightly younger male rambles on and on in a quiet voice about how much fun they’ll have when he’s older. Eventually, San steals the baby from him and looks at him with a sweet, dimpled smile.

“He looks a lot like Seonghwa.” He chuckles, “Almost identical to the baby pictures we’ve seen of him.”

“You trying to say he looks nothing like me?” You tease.

San nods, “Exactly that!” He giggles, “Seriously though, you two are going to be amazing parents. I’m happy for you.”

Wooyoung and San hoard Yejun, Hongjoong, and Jongho hang back the whole time and quietly observe. That is, until, San passes the newborn to Hongjoong when he notices just how tired you’re getting and drags a very chatty Wooyoung out of the room. Hongjoong looks like a fish out of water, to say the least. Then, Yejun blinks up at him. His expression completely changes, and he looks as though he could melt at any moment.

“A new first mate?” He teases Seonghwa.

“Don’t push it. Make your own first mate if you really want one.”

Hongjoong laughs quietly, “But you’re so good at the job. I’m sure Yejun would be just as good.”

The two go back and forth for a while. In the meantime, Jongho pulls a chair closer to you.

“You did good.” He states plainly.

“Thank you?”

“I’m serious. I couldn’t have imagined Seonghwa in this position a few years ago. You’re really good for him, and having Yejun showed me even more that you two are special. You know… when he first mentioned wanting to ask you out properly, he came to me for advice. I’m really happy he did. He loves you, and now Yejun, more than anyone on this planet or further. You did good.” He smiles softly at you.

“Jongho,” you pause for a moment, “Thank you.”

He nods, “Of course, I’ll hold him another time, okay?”

“Are you sure?” You question your maternal instincts, kicking in full force.

He nods again, “I can just tell how exhausted you and Seonghwa are. He’s just not letting it on. And I’m sure Yejun is exhausted from meeting people all afternoon, too. Get some rest. You all deserve it.”

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marchsfreakshow · 3 months

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Bloodthirsty And Lustful [James Patrick March]

SMUT.

You're a stressed out writer, and came to the cortez, James has been helping you ever since you got here. Now, after a nap, he wants to ask you your deepest desires. Maybe even help you let go.

Warning; this is the most unhinged smut you will ever read from me. This just came out of a dark place in my brain cause of a c.ai chat lol. Thank you to @babygorewhore for being a beta-reader for this <3

Actual warnings!: you like blood. Like, you really like blood. (Reader is really unhinged in this, please bare with) descriptions of organs, bones, skin layers, grinding, switch!reader & switch!JPM, PnV, riding, James lets you take off his neck velvet. Crud smut writing.

18+! MINORS DNI- READ MY SFW WORKS

No one's perspective.

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James peered through the door to see you sitting on the bed, laptop on your lap, head in hands, and a pair of headphones thrown randomly across the room. You looked a mess, and James was worried you hadn't slept enough. Your novel had to be perfect! You needed to spend every moment writing! Every word needed to be up to standard. It drove you crazy and led you to fall asleep right then and there. Everything came crashing down when your headphones broke while taking them off. Instead of freaking out and crying, you just let out a sigh and threw them across the room.

The man stood there, staring at you while you slept, intently watching every unconscious move your body took. He wondered how on earth that odd device in your lap could cause you such problems. Wasn't it meant to make writing easier? Maybe so, but didn't stop the frustrations of wanting to write the next great American novel. It just worried him, and he kneeled by your side. Seeing how you breathed, how you gently gripped the pillow and your eyebrows furrowed together in frustration. A dream or nightmare of something that has stressed you out.

"James." You whimpered in your sleep. It made the man jump back slightly before he walked to the other side of the bed, sitting by your side. Worries were overtaking your wonderous dream. James wanted nothing more than to kill who was hurting you in your beautiful mind.

The night went on, and you woke up slowly at whatever time. You couldn't tell, and you also didn't care. James was sitting on one of the chairs, occasionally looking over to you. The curtains were always closed, and the door barely stayed open. Lights were on, but dim. Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, and the figure sitting in the chair was blurry. "Love, you're awake." He mentioned when he saw you sit up. You nodded in response. The ghost motioned you to come over, which you obliged despite not understanding much around you. Leather chairs were never comfortable. You were so comfortable in the bed, thinking about how to write, what to write and the deadline.

"What is it, James? I was so comfortable." Grogginess was the undertone in your voice, and you were unable to keep your eyes open. It felt like 2am or 3am. But what a ravishing man next to you. He sat up properly, posture still incredible even after death. Then you were curling up on the cold, leathery, old chair, hugging yourself.

"Dear...I want to talk to you."

"We can do that in the morning."

"No." His voice almost snapped and was rushed. "No...we're alone at this hour." Typical. The night was his favourite time to talk. Sure some people were still awake, but he knew how silent it was at 3am.

"Fine." You groaned slightly. "What did you want to talk abou-"

"Your desires. Your true wants, and needs." Sudden eye contact intimidated you and your sleepy eyes. Cue fiddling with your necklace, your own blood vial. The small amount of liquid rushed around in the vial, caused by your own finger. You never had anyone to do it with you.

You never said it creepily! All you asked your friends was if they wanted to share a blood vial because it was pretty. No one accepted. So you cut your finger. Your pinky on your non-dominant hand. It hurt, but only for a second. Seeing the blood slowly drip out, and the skin layers opening up so quick, it was invigorating for you. Opened up a deep fantasy, and morbid desire. One no one was ever told about. It was a secret to you, and maybe your stuffed animals. Was it that James was asking you to explore those fantasies with him? Impossible unless he could read minds. A secret fantasy like this always hid itself in the back of your mind, never to be found.

James noticed your darting eyes, your fiddling and laboured breaths. "Darling.." He trailed off, feeling your free hand softly, almost too soft. You felt the ghost-like touches (ha-) and your bloodshot eyes met his.

"James, you're..a murderer."

"...Well, yes. I have indeed told you that fact before. In fact, you were not as shocked as others. Humans are fascinating creatures." He chuckled, seeing the humour in your sentence.

Ah, a sentence that put you on edge. They are. Humans, with their layers, complexity. Humans with their need to have attention on them at all times, to create for others. All of it, it was all in your obsession. "Tell me about your interest my hummingbird. Nothing can be too much for me."

"Can I? Can I really?" You asked with a whisper, a slight glint appearing in your eyes. James nodded, and you immediately let loose. A dam breaking in half to bring in a flood. "Human bodies are so, fascinating." Your instant smile was almost manic like you lost your mind when your interest was mentioned.

"Medical shows seldom get it right. Scrubs does. They do it well."

"Have you, ever seen a body in real life? Not on these shows you mention?" James interjected. He wanted to ask you for details of your sick and morbid love for the dead. To see if his erection would get any harder. The thought of seeing you killing or exploring a body, covered in blood made James want to fall harder for you. Your crazy matched his crazy. Maybe more.

"No. It's...a dream though. Whether someone else cut open the body, or I cut them open...I've always wanted to dig around and feel what the organs feel like, hold a bloody bone in my hand..." You then go to bite my nails nonchalantly like you didn't just confirm your want for a morbid and murdering mind. He stared at you, something in his eyes. A sudden need to murder, and a flame of lust for you. Knowing someone shared his deep desires and could help each other, it made him want you more, But hid it with a breath.

"It's so fucking deranged! but the body is so complex. I want to study the tiny nerves and pick out the bones or organs I'm closest to. Having a fully empty body. Maybe even just having a skin and muscle body. It's just so, interesting." A sly smile reached you and almost made you giggle like a maniac. This sudden insanity made James light up.

"Come here." He beckoned you, and you submissively stood in front of him. But not 3 seconds later did he pull you down onto his lap, holding your waist. Gripping your skin, and nails digging into your sides. One more word from you about your loves, and he would have taken you right then and there. "You are, full of surprises my love."

Feeling him under you, you bit your lip and rested your head by his ear. "I bet your ghostly body is the most interesting. I wonder if there's anything different about a ghost body compared to an alive body." You gave in to what he wanted. He wanted to know everything. Every gory detail that your horrid brain could conjure up. Adding to your warm breaths on his neck, you gently traced around his chest, fiddling with his buttons, but never undoing them. Teasing James to hell and back.

James' breathing hitched slightly, before he took a hold of your face, and brought you close, noses almost touching. "Tell me. What else do you want to explore? Please."

You gazed at his lips before meeting his dark eyes once again, "Everything. I want to explode a heart. Maybe even open up organs, and see what makes a human tick. Take out the muscles, and bend them backwards. And, I want to knock open a skull. See what makes a human live. Unravel the brains, read what goes on." While talking, you occasionally moved your fingers to where you were talking, letting your fingers trace James' head and slicked back hair.

He shuddered as you moved around. Both his imagination and yours going crazy. You felt him twitch under you, and it was only a matter of time until he gave in to his lust. This urged you to carry on talking, to dig deeper into the fantasy that you forbade yourself from thinking about. "James?"

He whined out a "hm?" Eyes closed, and hands gripping onto the chair arms.

"give me a fresh body."

"wh.. what?" He spluttered before moving his hands around your torso. The way your soft skin moved in his hands, mouldable like putty.

"cover me in someone's blood. And let me taste the sweet iron on my tongue." The way you spoke felt sensual, and you ran your hands through his hair, the slicked-back threads being thrown in any and all directions.

It simply drove the man insane.

"Your wish is always my command my sweet bird." He was hungry. He wanted to devour your words while they were being choked out of you. He wanted to hear your cries for murder while he fucked you like nothing else mattered. "What, other things do you wish to see? How much depraved insanity can one handle?" James picked you up and almost threw you onto the bed.

First your shirt went, then your trousers. His clothing came next. "I have such an urge to kill. I want to see the way a human body dies." You sighed. His vest went in one direction, your bra went the other way. "How fire burns the skins and the muscles. I want to see a fresh slash open up the layers of skin. I want it all James."

The cold man on top of you hadn't even penetrated you, yet he felt like he was close to an orgasm. Hearing your insane wants and needs so close to his own. Using your depraved thoughts as a way to get him to fuck you was nothing but insanity. Craziness you could only tell him.

"I want to kill someone whilst you're inside of me. Is that crazy to want?" You confessed in a whisper, on your knees and undoing James' belt.

"Nothing is crazy my hummingbird. I'll happily oblige." He took your chin in his hand, doe eyes meeting his. The pure, slightly innocent look on your face made him closer and closer to bending you over and making you feel heaven. You reached your hand up to his velvet, but he hissed slightly and backed away. "Bunny..." He panted.

"I know it's sensitive, but can I see..it sir?" You asked, pressing kisses closer and closer to the wound that haunted James so. He felt frozen. You wanted to see something so, forbidden. Something he never let anyone see. Something that held a memory.

He took a deep breath before pushing his control back onto you. "My... you want something so...forbidden.." and you nodded intensely. He was only left in his velvet and boxers. Something had to go first, it had to be that dear fabric he wore so closely.

"I won't touch it, I promise. I just, fuck, I want to see neck layers, I want to see what nerves you had to cut for this to happen to you." You knew it was an odd choice, but he nodded after a few minutes of silence. He stiffened up as you reached behind his neck and pulled it off slowly. The man couldn't find words to describe the way he felt. Having someone be so, interested and obsessed with the way he died, almost wanting to have sex with him because of the fantasies they denied.

Your deep breaths felt warm against the cold cut, and you spoke before James had a chance to tell you to stop. "Oh, James. Oh, this cut is magnificent. So many layers..how much blood spilt out..?"

The question threw James off a bit, but nonetheless, he was happy to answer, getting closer to fucking you at every point. "More than you could imagine." He left his fingertips resting under your chin.

The words that left his lips almost tipped you over the edge, and you forced James to lie down on the bed. You were, once again, on top of him. This time, tugging at his boxers, and moving your own underwear to the side. Everything hit you like a freight train and you couldn't hold back anymore. Degenerate, depraved, blood fuelled sex. It was what you needed. To be filled by a killer you wanted to kill with.

Two pairs of hands unable to sort and fix themselves in one place, they had to move, they had to grip, scratch and trace. Two pairs of eyes focusing on eachother, unable to look away from the bloodlust you felt for the other.

It was rough, fast and hard. He moaned out for you louder than he had ever been before. You whimpered his name, desperate for a quick release. There were no other noises other than your lewd moans, until you stopped all of a sudden.

"Darling.." James whined slightly. Eyes slightly erratic, you held his face in your soft hands.

"I need you James. I need you eternally. To see you covered in the deep red of blood." The utmost eroticness of your words almost earned you a 'fuck' escaping from your partner below you.

Almost.

Instead he groaned, slapped his hands to your waist and thrusted upwards over and over. It was careless, but hard. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside you, letting your eyes nearly disappear up into your head. Moans were practically screams.

The thought of seeing you covered in blood, waiting for him to take you made the man desperate. Everything everyone else couldn't be. He was getting close and even more desperate for both you to come at the same time. It drove you over the edge as you finished faster than expected, and you sort of wrapped your hands around James' neck, then laid down the best you could while he was still inside you. He chuckled darkly and thrust inside of you once more, earning an almost pornagraphic moan from you.

Feeling paralyzed, you adjusted yourself so you were simply just laying ontop of James. Silence was the best sound at that moment, and he kept his hands placed on your waist. "Mine." He smiled against the crook of your neck.

"Especially because of my deranged, bloody thoughts?"

"Especially because of these beautiful thoughts you have."

You supposed James was your murdering partner now, and would help you fulfill the fantasies you desired for. A gentleman, yet a physcopath who used the bodies of those he killed. Everything about him shouldn't be so, handsome and you shouldn't want him the way you do. But a murdering gentleman is someone you couldn't refuse.

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yourlocaljonghoe · 4 months

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Whispered Solace. || Jeong Yunho.

Summary: Trapped in another depressive phase and avoiding all contact to your friends, you desperately try to battle your inner demons and insomnia alone. (Un)fortunately for you, your secret crush Yunho will not let you carry this burden on your own.

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x female Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Comfort, Brother's best friend!au

Wordcount: 2.7k

Warnings: Talking about Insomnia and Depression, do not read if you feel mentally unstable right now, it may not be much but still, please proceed with caution.

A/N: I've been in a really dark place this past week, from barely sleeping to just being tired and sad, so I wrote this short thing here. Remember, you are never alone and one day it will definitely get better. I have to tell that myself often because I sometimes think I'm not strong enough to handle life, but I have my support system which I'll be forever thankful for. I want everyone to know that you're doing amazing, even if some days you can't get up you are still here, strong and beautiful. Take care. Divider credits to @firefly-graphics! Also thanks to my lovely beta @yunho-mp3, I love you so so much <3

Taglist: @yunho-mp3, @kyukyustar, @hwapetals, @foxinnie8

Available here on AO3.

It was quiet, and the silence almost made you go insane.

You currently lied awake in the early hours of the morning, your thoughts spiraling into depressing depths while your insomnia took over once again. The only sound in the room was the soft hum of the air conditioner, at constant war with the oppressive heat of summer. You tossed and turned, the weight of fatigue heavy on your bones, but sleep remained an elusive dream only.

As the minutes stretched into hours, a shimmer of worry gnawed at the edges of your consciousness. You couldn't let it happen again. You knew entering another depressive phase would not only be bad for you, but your friends as well. You've been avoiding them for weeks now, because you knew if they'd see you like this they would be insanely worried, rightfully so, but you were ashamed. Too ashamed to be honest about your current state. The fear of them finding out about your struggle with insomnia, and worse, your deep unrequited crush on Jeong Yunho, was a constant source of torment. You couldn't let them see your weakness, especially not Yunho. It would be mortifying.

You knew your brother, Song Mingi, also a part of said friend group and whom you lived with was getting more and more aware of your situation, how you're barely talking, sleeping or leaving the house, and you also knew he's been telling your friends about his worries.

They've been blowing up your phone ever since, yet you could not get yourself to answer these messages. Especially not Yunho's.

Just as despair threatened to swallow you whole, a gentle knock on the door roused you from your thoughts. "Y/N," Yunho's voice called out, warm and concerned. "I know you're still awake. Open up, please."

Shit. You completely forgot they were coming over for movie night today, something you usually loved but have now avoided for weeks.

You flinched as he knocked a second time, your heart leaping into a frenzied dance at the sound of his voice. Yunho, the epitome of charm and kindness, your brother Mingi's closest confidant, and the star around which your universe revolved, as much as you hated to admit.

Reluctantly, you dragged yourself out of bed, shuffling to the door. As you hesitantly opened it, you're met with Yunho's worried eyes, framed by a mess of windswept hair and soft features that could make even the coldest heart melt.

"Y/N, please talk to me," Yunho said, his tone laced with genuine concern. You wanted to cry at that. "We haven't seen you in weeks. And I can't stand to see you like this. You look so tired."

You forced a smile, aiming for nonchalance, but fear it came across as something closer to a grimace. "It's nothing, just a late night. You’re not exactly quiet downstairs" you lied, your voice cracking just enough to betray the charade of an attempted joke.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Yunho chuckled softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “I know you too well, Y/N. Talk to me. What’s keeping you up?” he asked, his gaze intense and full of unmistakable caring.

You hesitated, your secret weighing heavily on your tongue, threatening to spill out against your will. Desperation curled in your chest, a gnawing fear that if you confided in him, something irrevocably painful and beautiful might unfurl between the two of you.

“I just can’t sleep. It’s been weeks, and I tried everything, but it just never comes,” you admit, the weight of your confession heavy in the air. “It's one of those phases… I'm tired, moody, sad and just… done. I'm just so done, Yuyu.”

Yunho’s expression immediately softened, and he approached you with a warmth that both soothed and ignited a fierce longing within you. “You don’t have to face this alone, Y/N.” His voice was like a soothing melody, an anchor in the tempest of your mind.

“I can’t let them see me like this. Not the group. Not you,” you murmured, anguish clawing at your insides. You could not allow them to witness your vulnerability, least of all Yunho, in whose presence you felt dangerously exposed.

“Y/N, they care about you. We all do. You don’t have to carry this burden alone,” Yunho assured you once again, his eyes unwavering. “And I promise, I won’t let anyone tease you. You’re safe with me. This is a serious topic, and as much as the boys love to joke around, they wouldn’t. Not now.”

His sincerity wrapped around you like a protective cocoon, offering the faintest glimmer of hope. You managed a weak nod, allowing yourself to be swayed by his words, by the promise of sanctuary in his presence.

“You should get some rest,” he said, concern etched across his features. “But if insomnia strikes again, promise you’ll call me. I’ll be here for awhile, just downstairs.”

Your heart fluttered at the resolve in his gaze, and before you could overthink it, you blurted out, “Stay, just for a little while. Until I fall asleep.”

Yunho's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, you're stricken with the urge to take back your words. But then, a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he nodded, taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

You slid under the covers, your pulse racing as the feeling of closeness sunk into your bones, warming you from the inside out.

"I'll stay as long as you want me to," Yunho murmured, reaching out to brush the hair away from your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Thank you, Yunho," you whispered, your voice barely audible in the quiet of the room. His presence soothed you, so much that you could barely keep your eyes open. "I don't know what I’d do without you."

His smile was achingly tender, his gaze unwavering as he replied, "You'll never have to find out, Y/N."

As the moments melted into one another, the world beyond your window faded into insignificance, leaving you alone with Yunho and the intoxicating pull of his presence.

"Why me?" you blurted out, the question slipping through the fragile barrier guarding your heart.

Yunho blinked, surprise flickering in his eyes. "What do you mean, Y/N?"

You swallowed hard, feeling foolish and exposed, but the need to understand was a question burning on the tip of your tongue. "Out of everyone, why did you choose to check on me tonight? You could've just… stayed downstairs."

A flicker of amusement danced in Yunho's eyes, and he chuckled softly. "Because you’re important to me, Y/N. I care about you, more than I can put into words."

Oh, such dangerous words.

His admission sent your heart into a frenzied gallop, a kaleidoscope of emotion swirling within you. It's the echo of a confession you've longed to hear, yet the fear of misinterpretation shackles your desperate hope.

"And you're important to me," you murmured, your voice trembling with raw vulnerability. "More than you'll ever know."

Yunho's gaze searched yours, a silent exchange passing between you, laden with unspoken truths and uncharted territory.

Just as the weight of the unspoken threatened to overwhelm you, Yunho’s hand found yours, his touch a lifeline in the tempest of your thoughts. “Y/N, I…”

Before he could finish his sentence, the shrill of your phone jolted you both, shattering the fragile cocoon of intimacy enveloping you.

With a frustrated huff, you reached for the offending device, only to find a barrage of messages from your brother, Mingi.

“He's literally right downstairs, what the fuck does he want?” you muttered, swiping through the notifications. “Wait, did he just send me a photo?”

Yunho leaned over, his warmth seeping into your space, and together, you peer at Mingi’s latest message. It’s a picture of him and the rest of Ateez, huddled up in the living room, wide grins plastered across their faces.

“Time for a late-night snack,” Yunho read aloud, a playful gleam in his eyes. “That boy is the epitome of mischief at any hour.”

You let out an exasperated laugh, feeling a surge of affection for your overzealous brother. “I swear, he's incorrigible. He still thinks he's 5 years old at times.”

Yunho chuckled, the sound wrapping around you like a warm embrace, and for a moment, the weight of your worries eased. His laughter was a balm to your restless soul, an undeniable reassurance that not everything in life needs to be somber.

“So, what do we do about the little rascals downstairs?” Yunho asked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

You glanced around your room, the prospect of facing the lively chaos awaiting you downstairs both daunting and oddly appealing. “I don’t think they'll let us rest anytime soon.”

“Then, allow me to take matters into my own hands.” Yunho’s grin was mischievous, a glint of determination in his eyes as he rose from the bed.

As he headed for the door, you caught a glimpse of the curve of his smile, the casual elegance in his every movement. A surge of affection bloomed within you, tender and fierce in its embrace.

“Wait, Yunho,” you called out, and he paused to look back at you, curiosity etching lines on his face. “Thank you, for everything. I mean it.”

Yunho's smile softened, a tender warmth weaving through his expression. “I’m here for you, Y/N. Always.”

With that promise lingering in the air like a whispered prayer, you watch as Yunho left the room, his laughter mingling with the raucous sounds of your friends downstairs.

The weight of weariness tugged at your eyelids, finally luring you into the embrace of sleep, however fleeting it may be.

It's a testament to Yunho’s presence, his unwavering support when you needed it most, that allowed you to drift into a semblance of restful slumber.

Darkness claimed you, and somewhere in the lull of dreams, a spark of hope ignited. Perhaps, amidst the tangled mess of emotions and the uncharted territory of unspoken longing, there’s a chance for love, for healing, for a profound connection that defies the boundaries of time and space.

From day one, ever since you met all those years back, you knew that Jeong Yunho was the one for you, as embarrassing as it may sound. You were determined to confess, and you tiredly promised yourself to do it very soon.

Seconds passed, and you sunk deeper into the abyss of dreams, Yunho’s laughter and his earnest reassurances weaving through the tapestry of your mind, a soothing symphony of devotion and unspoken promises.

Within the stillness of the pre-dawn hours, a new chapter began, shaped by the tender whispers of the heart and a longing that refuses to be contained.

The morning sun filtered through your window, casting a soft glow across the room, rousing you from the depths of your slumber.

As you stretched and yawned, the memories of the previous night gathered in the recesses of your mind, a poignant reminder of the warmth and comfort Yunho offered you.

And… you actually managed to fall asleep, a true blessing. You knew it was all thanks to Yunho.

With a small smile tugging at your lips, you made your way downstairs, the infectious sounds of chatter and laughter pulling you closer.

That early? They must be planning to go out then. A string of sadness struck you; you knew you did not have the energy for it, yet you longed to spend time with them.

As you stepped into the lively chaos of the living room, you're greeted by the sight of Mingi and the rest of Ateez, engaged in a spirited debate over breakfast choices.

"Morning, Y/N!" Mingi called out, his grin wide and infectious. "Did you finally get some sleep?"

Mingi cared for you, but as your brother, you knew it was not easy to show it sometimes.

Before you could reply, Yunho appeared at your side, a playful sparkle in his eyes. "She did, with a little help from yours truly."

The mischievous gleam in Yunho's eyes drew knowing chuckles from the rest of Ateez, their teasing grins sending a flush of embarrassment up your neck.

"Yunho, stop spilling secrets," you laughed, swatting his arm playfully.

Now with one secret out, you realized that it wasn't too bad. They all genuinely seemed to care and did not try to even attempt to crack a joke.

"I can't help it," he chuckled, the sound a symphony of warmth and comfort. "Keeping secrets is not my forte, especially when it comes to helping someone as lovely as you, Y/N."

You rolled your eyes, the warmth of his words washing over you like a gentle tide. Despite your hesitation, Yunho’s presence has become a beacon of light in your darkest moment yesterday, a quiet reassurance that you're not alone in your struggles.

As the day unfolded, the boys said they wanted to stay here, knowing it was hard for you to leave the house but still wanting to be with you. You almost cried tears of joy at their kindness. Today was filled with moments of laughter and camaraderie, and throughout the day, you found yourself drawn to Yunho, his infectious laughter and easy charm a magnetic pull you couldn't ignore, especially after the intimate moment the two of you shared last night.

In the midst of lighthearted banter and shared moments of joy, the faint stirrings of longing and affection blossomed like delicate petals in the garden of your heart once again.

Hours slipped by in a whirl of blissful chaos, each passing moment an irreplaceable treasure in the tapestry of shared memories and the awakening of unspoken emotions. This day was pure chaos, and you loved every second of it, how Yunho once again beat all of you in various games and even how Mingi really thought he could prove that he wasn't such a bad cook after all, almost burning down the entire kitchen in the process.

Night slowly descended upon the city once more, casting its velvety embrace over the bustling streets and the labyrinth of hidden desires within your heart.

You heard voices, indicating that Mingi was bidding the boys goodbye.

Here, on the rooftop of your shared apartment building, the gentle breeze weaved through your hair, carrying with it the whispers of the evening.

For whatever reason, Yunho decided to stay behind, now standing right beside you, his gaze fixed on the star-lit expanse above, his profile etched in the soft glow of the moon.

"It's beautiful up here," you murmured, your heart drumming against the confines of your chest, yearning for the man next to you.

Yunho turned to you, his eyes gleaming with a quiet intensity. "Not as beautiful as you, Y/N," he said, his words a tender caress against the silence of the night.

Your breath caught in your throat, the stirring of countless unsaid words and unspoken longings cascading through the entwined threads of your souls.

“Yunho, I… I don’t want to hide this anymore. I don’t want to pretend that there isn’t something between us,” you admitted, the confession a fragile whisper that hung between you like a delicate tapestry.

The air crackled with unspoken tension, the weight of longing and desire coiling around the slumbering city, a palpable thrum in the silence.

Yunho's gaze held yours, a reservoir of unspoken promises and cherished sentiments swirling within the depths of his eyes.

“Y/N, I’ve felt it too,” he murmured, the admission a gentle revelation that sent your heart into a fervent dance.

And in that suspended moment, with the city bustling beneath you and the stars shimmering overhead, you bridge the divide between you, your lips meeting in a tender, hesitant kiss.

The world turned quiet, leaving only the echo of your mingled breaths and the intoxicating warmth of Yunho's embrace.

In the timeless realm of your shared kiss, an unspoken understanding bloomed, a symphony of entwined desires and the tender promise of a love that transcends the boundaries of time and space.

As the night unfolded in a tender crescendo of shared tenderness, you lost yourself in the exquisite haven of Yunho’s embrace, his touch a constant reminder that things would get better, always.

And within the intimate dance of intertwined souls, beneath the velvet expanse of the star-lit sky, a new chapter unfurled, marked by the unyielding pull of love and the profound connection that defied the realm of eternity.

You knew that what the two of you shared was special, and you were beyond thankful that a man like him existed, not judging you once, but rather trying his best to both understand and love every part of you, as dark as they may be.

"Thank you, Yuyu. For healing me."

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bluesylveon2 · 9 months

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600 Follower Special: Holding Out For a Villain ft. the first years

This is a gift to my followers as a thank you for making it to 600 followers! This is my take on Yuu getting kidnapped and having the first years save her. Enjoy!

Summary: When Yuu gets shipped off to an all-girls school, it is up to the first years to save her. What can go wrong?

Note: platonic first years x Yuu/reader, crack, chaos, humor, and the author not being good at naming things

Warning: not beta read and possible ooc characters

Word Count: 1.9k

Masterlist: here

CRASH

"Ugh, five more minutes Grim." Yuu groaned and buried her face in her pillow, letting her eyes drift off once more…

WOOSH

"Ah!" Yuu screamed as her blanket was rudely taken away from her. She opened her eyes to find her window broken, glass scattered across the floor (she could not wait to hear Vil crying over his masterpiece), and Crowley grinning at her.

"Good morning, Prefect! I have a big surprise for you because I am so generous!"

"Can't this wait until later today?" Yuu asked, pulling the blanket over her head. Her mind was begging her to go back to bed.

Crowley shook his head. "No, no. In fact, you are going to a new school!"

Yuu uncovered her face. "A what?"

Crowley wiped a tear from his yellow eyes. "You sound so excited already! The school is an all-girls school called Royal Princess Institute."

Yuu's mind was finally awake at the revelation. "You signed me up for another school?"

"Yes, and you are going right now!" Crowley randomly pulled out a large brown sack, big enough for one of the Leech twins.

"WHAT?!" Yuu's vision became dark. She kicked and punched everywhere but, to her avail, was only met by a cloth.

"Have fun!"

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"Yuu! Yuu!!! YUU!!!" Grim called out as he entered the shared bedroom. His eyes landed on the empty but disarrayed bed; no human in sight. "Yuu!" The cat monster jumped on the bed, searching for his friend, only to find her discarded phone lying on the nightstand. Grim picked up the phone, trying to figure out what to do.

"Do I call a teacher? Her friends? What do I do?"

"Grim, is that you?" One of the ghosts asked, entering the room. "Did something happen?"

"Yuu is missing, and she left her phone!"

"Oh, I see. Crowley came by this morning telling her some news. Something about her going to a new school."

Grim's eyes widen in fear, and he felt his heart break. Did his human not care for him? Was she tired of him? He wanted to apologize for their massive tuna budget and would gladly cut it if she returned.

The ghost sensed fear coming off of Grim's fur. "Don't worry. It was unexpected, and Yuu didn't have much say in it."

Grim let out a sigh of relief. "Which means…she was kidnapped?!" The ghost nodded, and Grim felt the fear come back.

He needed to do something and fast.

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Moments like these would cause Grim to gather up the best of the best. An elite team, if you will, of the brightest students of NRC. A group of people who could barge in and save Yuu from the dangers of the pink and glitter of an all-girls school when she should be back in NRC, surrounded by many teenage boys (with trauma, might he add) who overblot every month.

It was clearly obvious which one was the favorite.

And who was the dream team? A group who could slip in and out without suspicion? The all-star, Avengers-level (Grim had no idea who these people were, but Yuu mentioned them once. Maybe they were a band?) group that would save the Prefect?

The first years.

Well, what the first years should be. Grim began doubting his choice as Ace and Deuce fought over something meaningless. Jack watched them disapprovingly, Epel was happily chatting with Ortho, and Sebek was talking about Malleus. Just an average day in NRC.

Maybe he should have consulted a second year like Riddle about this. Or beg one of the third years like Leona to help.

"Oi! We have a very important topic to discuss."

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to the cat monster.

"What is it?" Epel asked.

"You better not be asking for money to buy tuna?" Deuce frowned, but Grim shook his head.

"It's about Yuu. She has been kidnapped and is forced to go to an all-girls school!"

Anyone could see the six brain cells processing everything. They were all imagining Yuu wearing poofy dresses and being covered in glitter.

"WHAT?!!"

"WHY?!"

"Who knows?" Grim replied, tears forming in his eyes. "Yuu must be in danger! Who knows what kind of stiff frilly dresses she might be wearing?"

"I understand the feeling," Epel said, recalling the times Vil had him wear the tightest outfits known to man.

"Exactly! This is why we must save her before it is too late."

Jack crossed his arms and looked at Grim expectedly. "And how are we going to do that?"

"We could send in someone to infiltrate the school…" All eyes landed on Epel, who furiously shook his head.

"NO! Y'all are not gonna send me to that darn school!"

Ace grinned. "Why not? You already look the part."

Epel looked at the redhead with a glare similar to Vil's. "What did you just say?"

"I said. You. Look. Like. A. Girl."

Epel saw red. "Oh, that's it!" He lunged at Ace, only to be stopped by Jack. The boy kicked and screamed in Jack's grasp.

"I think that is a horrible idea," Sebek said, and Ortho agreed.

"I think we should blow up the school. I have a feature Big Brother added that can-"

"NO!" Everyone screamed, including Epel, who stopped flailing and lay still in Jack's arms.

Deuce slammed his hands against the table, a look of determination in his eyes. Grim smirked; it looked like Deuce had a big brain today.

"This is getting us nowhere. Look, I have an idea that might work.

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The plan was simple: break in at night, grab Yuu, and run.

Why was there chaos as the first years ran back to the Magic Mirror?

Let's rewind.

After traveling long and far (read: they used the Mirror to get there), the group landed in front of a tall, sparkly, pink, and gold castle. The castle had one tall tower overlooking many smaller ones and a big wall surrounding it. There was also a drawbridge leading to the entrance.

"This looks like something Vil would like," Epel said aloud, and everyone nodded.

"I wonder how Yuu is surviving here? There is too much pink!" Ace exclaimed.

Grim was already imagining it. His precious human going through how to be a princess, what fork to use first, or balancing a book on her head. Oh, the poor thing!

"We need to save Yuu before she starts balancing books on her head!" Grim yelled, shaking the nearest person's (aka Deuce) head.

"I've scanned for Yuu's whereabouts, and it looks like she is right there," Ortho said, pointing at the tall tower.

Ace grinned. "Great! Now let's get her!" He said and marched into the castle. The group thought their plan was a piece of cake to disable the cameras, sneak into the school, locate Yuu's dorm, and take Yuu back. The group was walking down a hallway when Epel accidentally tripped and landed on Sebek. The school security was alerted of their presence after Epel and Sebek started arguing about who caused it. Grim facepalmed as Epel cursed loudly in his Harveston accent, and Sebek yelled at the Pomefiore boy.

Which led to their current situation.

Ace and Deuce rode on Jack in his wolf form through the castle. Ace told him where to go while Deuce carried a sleeping Yuu in his arms.

Ortho teamed up with Sebek and used their magic to hold off their pursuers.

And Epel?

He was busy holding Grim out like a weapon and used the cat monster's fire to ward off the many girls asking what his skincare routine looked like. Epel cursed Vil out for making his skin flawless. At least he and Sebek put their earlier argument aside.

"We need to get out of here!" Deuce yelled.

"We are trying to!" Ace replied.

"Get away from me, you girls! Back away!" Epel yelled as he finally caught up to Jack and jumped on him with Grim. The boy immediately regretted not bringing some of Vil's products to his dorm to throw at them. They would react like a child with candy.

"We still have time to blast them out of oblivion," Ortho suggested.

"NO ORTHO!" The boys yelled, causing Yuu to shift in her sleep. Seriously, how was she sleeping through all of that?

Ortho sighed in defeat. "You guys are no fun."

The group swerved through different teachers and almost returned to where the Mirror stood. They were a reasonable distance away until Grim held out his paw.

"Look! They're raising the bridge!" Both ends of the drawbridge were slowly coming up.

Ace looked at the mob and the bridge. There were only a few seconds to decide until they were stuck in the school. "We might have to jump."

Deuce looked at him like he was a madman. "Jump?! Are you crazy?"

"Trust me." Ace turned to Ortho and Sebek. "On my signal, I want you two to create a diversion." The two nodded and continued holding the mob off. "You know what to do, Jack."

"Of course," Jack said and sped up. The bridge was getting higher the closer the group got.

"Hold on tight, you guys!" Ace called back to Deuce and Epel. "NOW!" He yelled to others.

"Finally!" Ortho exclaimed. He and Sebek combined their magic to create a beam using Ortho's and Sebek's lighting. As their magic created an explosion to stop their pursuers, Jack used his momentum to climb up the raised bridge to jump.

The group landed on the other side as Ortho flew in with Sebek.

"We did it!" Ace whooped and high five the first years.

"That's great, but I think we should run," Deuce said, pointing at the mob, who was currently trying to lower the bridge.

"Agreed. Let's make a run for it."

And at the end of the day, the first year group saved Yuu and returned to the school. Yuu woke up and did not question how she came back, and the other first years made Crowley promise that she would stay in NRC.

Everyone found peace for the rest of the school year.

Except….

Riddle drank his tea as Cater and Trey were sitting around nearby. The redhead was enjoying the peace when Cater suddenly gasped.

"No way!"

Riddle raised an eyebrow and looked at Trey for an answer, to which the vice-housewarden only shrugged. Riddle sighed and set his cup down. "What are you looking at, Cater?"

"Take a look at this!" Cater held his phone to Riddle's face to show a post on Magicam. The post was talking about a commotion at Royal Princess Institute. "You need to see who's in the picture."

Riddle felt a familiar feeling go through his body as he read the post. He continued scrolling until he saw NRC mentioned. "What is going on here?" The redhead took Cater's phone and continued reading. He ignored most of the unimportant information until he saw the photo. A big white wolf was in the center with three familiar boys and a cat monster riding its back. In the background was another familiar duo; one was flying, while the other was next to some lighting.

Riddle felt a vein pop out in his forehead. "ACE! DEUCE! IT'S OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!"

Meanwhile, as the other housewardens discovered the news and the first years were getting reprimanded, Yuu slept peacefully on her bed with Grim.

"Yuu, we need more tuna," Grim said while shifting in his sleep, unaware of the chaos outside Ramshackle.

At least the window was fixed.

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OUTLAW (22)

ATEEZ poly!ot8 x Reader

Cowboy AU / Wild West

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The next morning was spent waking up from the unbearing heat of the two boys squished to your side. While San had been kind enough to sleep at your side, giving you space, Wooyoung took the liberty of wrapping his arms around yours.

You were quick to learn that they were both cuddlers; though, seeing as you woke up with San wrapped around your other side reaching over you to touch Wooyoung. The other boy, however, had moved over in the end to have his own space. They went to sleep one way each and ended up in the other’s position.

When you had stepped out of the tent, the only other ones awake were Seonghwa and Jongho. The younger boy only gave you a look before moving to head back into a tent. Seonghwa gave you a sad smile when he saw your shoulders drop at the boy's retreat.

You walked over to the eldest, giving him a good morning. You glanced over at the pot he was stirring, the man making breakfast for everyone. You made yourself useful by helping him out, which he appreciated a lot.

Once you had eaten your breakfast and everyone was finally awake and moving about, Hongjoong had called to tell everyone that they were going to be heading out to clean. “There's a spring that grew from the brook here.” He had told you, lugging a bag over his shoulder. “It's a bit of a walk, so get your things ready and we'll be on our way.”

You nodded your head at him, moving towards the tents to gather whatever it was the boys couldn’t. They didn’t have many clothes, but whatever you deemed smelly, you immediately picked it up to wash. While they hadn’t told you to do it, you felt like you were in debt to them. Besides, you were going to wash your own skirts and likes as well.

“Doll, can we talk?” You looked up to find Mingi at the tent, getting a sense of déjà vu.

“Of course, Min.” You smiled at him.

The kind boy began to blush, walking closer to you. “Look, I don't want you to think anything negative of me-”

You frowned as he started his conversation. “I could never.” You stopped him. “Mingi, you mean more to me than anything. You saved me and I will always be thankful for that.”

Mingi sighed as he took in your words. He knew you were someone who wore your heart on your sleeve. You were going to tell them all what was wrong. He had already heard it from you last night when you were alone with him.

He didn’t want you to think of him as someone who forces others to do what they want. While you had kissed him back with the same kind of feelings, he didn’t want you to regret what it was you did.

“It's not that.” He shook his head. “It's about our kiss. I don't want you to think that I'm taking advantage of your vulnerability.”

You tried to hold in your chuckle, a soft smile falling onto your lips. You found it astonishing to hear someone like Mingi was worried about what you thought of him. There was so much talk you would hear from women on the street talking about their husband's actions towards them.

They were stories you didn’t find joy in hearing. You wouldn’t be able to tell if they were truly sad in their marriage or if they were just trying to get sympathy from their friends. But you knew the way most men treated their wives was not how you wanted to be treated.

Somehow, here was Mingi, one of the tallest men you had ever met–next to Yunho– telling you that he didn’t want you to see him as someone who would take advantage of a woman. It brought joy to your being to know he cared about what you thought of him.

“Mingi, you know me.” You softly told him. “I understand where you are coming from but I know for a fact you would never be that kind of person. None of you are. Thank you for respecting my boundaries and telling me about it.” You smiled up at him, a teasing glint in your eyes. “I like that you're willing to communicate your fears. I find it appealing.”

Mingi gulped, staring down at you. “You're bold.”

You looked down as you gathered all your thoughts. “Mingi, you were my first real kiss.” You started. “And it made me feel something I can't explain. I have never explored this side of me before and I have no idea if I'm doing it right, but just know I appreciate you so much.”

Mingi’s breath got caught in his throat at your revelation. It had been so long ago when he had last liked a girl the way he liked you. It wasn’t that he knew you deep down like most people would have. But the way you acted with his brothers–the way they all looked at you–made you seem like someone he wanted to be with romantically.

He was far from knowing what it was really like to court someone. He was sure all of them didn’t know how to court someone. However, he just knew that there were certain things about you that made him move on instinct. He had read books, seen people out on the street acting a certain way that made him think about how he would be with his own lover.

He didn’t know yet if he truly wanted to be with you the way he was thinking, or if it was just his body asking for you. You had trusted him with your feelings and he wanted to keep them in mind. He knew deep down what it was you were feeling and he wanted to let you know that he was going to accept whatever it was you wanted of him. He didn’t want to lose you just yet.

“I can't explain what it is about that calls to me so much but just know I want to show you so many things.” Mingi told you. “I want you to know what it's like to be with the right person.”

You couldn’t fight off the grin that fell on your face at his words. They made you feel like mush, a warmth blooming on your cheeks. There was something about a man knowing what to say to a woman to get her to drop to her knees that left you weak. At least now you know it left you weak. Hearing those kinds of words fall from Mingi’s lips left you breathless.

You started to think about the other boys and how they would flirt with others. You knew they had it in them. You had seen the way they spoke with others in order to get their way. It must be easy for them to find whoever it was they wanted. It left a bitter taste in your mouth thinking about them flirting with other people but you didn’t own them.

Your smile dropped slowly as you realized you were thinking about more than one of them again. “I want to trust you.” You told Mingi.

“Why don't you?” He asked.

“Because I don't know yet if you're the only one I trust.” You admitted, swallowing as you realized you admitted it to yourself as well.

Mingi watched as a look of realization took over your face. While you hadn’t expressed it completely last night, Mingi knew there was something hiding behind your eyes when talking about all of them. While he didn’t know how it was you felt for them all, now he did.

It didn’t leave him as bothered as he thought it would. He spent a good majority of his life with these guys; the better part of it. He cared deeply for them and they all knew that. While they would never allow someone to come in between them, there was some kind of relief that fell on him thinking about how it wasn’t going to be the case here. He was the first to think the way he did and he knew he would have to talk about it with the others soon. He didn’t want them to think anything bad about both you and him.

“I understand.” He smiled at you. “Just know I won't be upset with whatever it is you choose. We're all close and I know we won't let someone like you slip through our fingers.”

You chuckled. “What makes you say that?”

Mingi grinned, leaning down closer to you. “You aren't here for every conversation.” He whispered. “I'm sure the others would agree with me. Even, captain.” He leaned back, laughing at the wide eye expression you gave him.

“Captain?” You asked astounded.

“You left more than an impression, Doll. You mean a lot more to us than you’ll ever know.” He whispered.

You huffed, trying to hold back your tears. “You guys mean more to me than I care to admit.”

“Would that be so bad?” Mingi teased, pulling back so you could see the grin on his face.

You frowned as you thought about the kiss you just shared. Your mind started to think about the others, wondering what it was they would think if they knew. It had you worried about how you really felt for all of them.

“It is when I don't know if I want one of you or all of you. I’m worried about what others will think.” You admitted.

“All of us?” Mingi tilted his head. He wasn’t offended or even upset with your revelation, he looked curious, which prompted you to pull him back into a hug.

“You're each special to me. I want to build those bonds with all of you.”

He gave you a sweet smile, growing closer to you. You smiled up at him, chest pressing on him. You were suddenly reminded of the compromising position from last night. There was a sudden heat that traveled down your entire body, leaving you breathless.

Mingi leaned down, softly pecking your lips. The boy melted when he saw your lips pull over your teeth and your eyes grow dazed. “Let's get going. We have things to clean.”

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love u lately (m) #1 | myg/knj/pjm

title: love u lately chapter title: #1 - lavender haze pairing: yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader (yoonminjoon x f. reader) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; college/university au , pseudo frat! bts; best friends! yoonminjoon friends to lovers; summary: In the midst of your college journey, life takes an unexpected turn when you find yourself moving into a "pseudo frat" house with your childhood best friends Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin. The college experience you envisioned seems promising, but as Namjoon and Jimin get caught up in flings, their focus shifts away from you, Yoongi, and everyone else in the house. The strong bond you once shared starts to feel strained, leaving you to question your feelings and changing dynamics. Though, the haze of a single night at a party sets off a chain reaction of emotions that leaves you grappling with a question you never thought you'd ask—could you be in love with all three of them? warnings: pwp, swearing, making out, subtle body worship, penetration, cunnilingus, CONSENSUAL!! sex, nipple play, breast play, overstimulation, mutual orgasm, touch of aftercare, frustration bc guys are dumb sometimes note: thank u to @daegudrama (as always) for beta reading and editing my fics. much appreiciated. this is the first fic series i have written in 10 years (i used to be in the anime/pokemon fandoms lol) so i apologized if it isn't that great, but i will keep improving! note 2: this is also for the yoonminjoon stans !! such an underrated subunit! total word count: 8.3k drop date: august 29th, 2023, 1:00pm pst cross posted on AO3 here | Series Masterlist | #2 →

October 4 (Thursday)

The morning sun streams through the blinds, gently coaxing you awake. You catch the aroma of sizzling bacon wafting from the kitchen as you continue to fight the urge to sleep in longer.

With a quick stride, you open your door to find your close friends, Yoongi and Jimin, seated at the dining table, enjoying breakfast. Their subtle waves are met with your ecstatic waving. You glance at Namjoon standing near the stove wearing a tank top and basketball shorts. He tends to the bacon in the pan as it sizzles and pops.

"Joon, could you set aside two pieces for me?" you call out, causing him to jolt as he hadn't noticed your presence in the room due to him being in zen focus trying not to burn everyone’s breakfast.

He sighs, shoulders slumping. "You better hurry and brush your teeth, or I might let Jungkook have the rest once he's out of the shower in a few minutes."

Nodding, you hurry to the second bathroom in your home to prepare for the day, aiming to grab some fresh homemade breakfast before your noon class.

This spacious house has been your shared sanctuary with your childhood best friends – Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, and Park Jimin – since the start of your second year of college in September. Last year, some older guy friends from your hometown who went to the same college as you lived at the house originally. Then over the summer, your best friends moved in with them to take summer courses and on-campus internships. You got added to the mix when you were desperately trying to find housing as the university waitlisted you in favor of the 29,000 new freshmen they admitted to the campus who they prioritized housing for. After looking at expensive off-campus apartments and sketchy leases, the boys couldn’t bear seeing you struggle and potentially homeless, so they let you live with them in their 4 bedroom home. Your housemate Seokjin gave up his single room, with a bit of hesitation, so you could live comfortably. The rest of the boys share rooms with each other.

With eight people living together, the house unofficially earns the nickname "Beta Tau Sigma," or the “pseudo frat”, as some people around campus called it. While not officially recognized as a fraternity due to various complicated reasons, the BTS house still became known for its "poppin’ house parties” hosted by your lovely housemate Jung Hoseok last year.

Your friendship with Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin goes back to a little over a decade ago. Namjoon became your next door neighbor as a kid, eventually he introduced you to Yoongi who was a family friend of his, and finally, you all befriended Jimin when he transferred to your middle school. You all remained close during high school. Namjoon and Yoongi, being a year older than you and Jimin, graduated and went to college. Eventually you and Jimin graduated, and the two of you got into the same college a few hours away from your hometown as them and attended together.

However, moving in with a bunch of men was something you prefer that people didn’t know about you. You wanted to avoid any rumors being created, especially considering the guys living with you are popular among the girls at your campus. If there is something that you don’t miss from high school, it is the petty drama and baseless rumors people make to tear others down. For now, people assume you are living in the dorms with your only female friend: Hwasa. You always think that it’s for the best things are this way. You decide not to think too much beyond that, despite the probability that a few people are catching on to the fact that you probably do live with these guys platonically.

After washing up, you enter the kitchen again, taking a seat next to Yoongi who is engrossed in his Twitter feed. He finally acknowledges your presence.

"Took you long enough, huh? Don't you have Stats at 10?" He quips.

You scrunch your eyebrows at him. “Good morning to you too, Yoongs?” You retort playfully. “No stats today. It’s Thursday so I have Finance at noon!"” You exclaim loudly to the room.

Groans resonate through the kitchen. Yoongi's teasing backfires, much to his chagrin. Taehyung descends from upstairs, puzzled by the commotion in the room.

“What’s wrong with her finance class?” He asks innocently.

"There’s nothing wrong with the class, but it's the classmate in that class!" Namjoon sighs, leaning on the counter after placing your bacon and avocado toast plate on the table.

"Lim Jaebeom," Jimin snickers, promptly earning a discreet kick from you under the table. "Ow! Hey! No need to resort to violence! Hey! I’m only speaking facts!” He winces as he holds his knee up and rubs the pain away.

Lim Jaebeom, also known by everyone as JB, is the cute guy you met in your Macroeconomics class last year. He is popular as a member of a real fraternity, Gamma Omega Tau and the professional frat, Kappa Psi Pi (or JYP, as some called it?). Part of both fraternities, he radiates talent as a business major and an underground SoundCloud artist on the side. While your interactions remain class-related, he greets you often outside of class even after the course finished, much to your best friends’ annoyance.

Over spring semester of last year and the initial weeks of the current fall semester, you’ve developed a small crush on Jaebeom. Though when it comes to your love life, it’s been a few years since you’ve had some kind of thing going on. There’s only been two people so far: Wonwoo, captain of the Men’s varsity volleyball team who you slept with once when you boldly asked him if he would take your v-card. You and your best friends were going through an experimental era during your junior year of high school. They teased you a lot about being “innocent” but were left speechless when you told them what you’ve done. They said that was the end of the experimental era. Later on you also found out he’s your housemate Jungkook’s cousin.

The second guy is Yeonjun. You don’t like to talk about him much, but he was in the same year and you guys talked often (much to Namjoon’s dismay). He was your fake date at your housemate Seokjin's brother's wedding the summer after you graduated high school. One thing led to another and you were sneaky links for a while. It didn’t end well though.

"She's got eyes for JB, but is too scared to make a move," Jimin teases, earning him another kick under the table to which he dodges.

"In case you forgot, it took you a month to see Irene Bae wanted you so badly," Taehyung rolls his eyes while a hint of a smile tugs your lips as you struggle to suppress your laughter seeing him call out Jimin.

The Jimin and Irene power couple relationship goes back to spring semester last year. Taehyung needed Jimin to go on a double date with him to the Psi Gamma Epsilon Formal, which is the co-ed fraternity that Taehyung’s girlfriend Jennie is in. While you have many mixed opinions about Taehyung’s tastes when it comes to women, you hate that he influenced some of those tastes on Jimin. Thus, Jennie introduced Jimin to her friend, Irene (the Sigma Mu Epsilon Campus President) and the rest is history.

Though, you weren't aware that they were dating until a month ago when they had already been dating for three months. You are not sure how they managed to hide it from people for a while.

“Ya!! How was I supposed to know that getting asked to eat ramen together on a Friday night meant anything BUT eating ramen.” Jimin sighs as he gets up from his chair. “Maybe you should ask Jaebeom out for some ramen.” He playfully suggests, emphasizing Jaebeom's name, sending your face into a blush.

"I'm not interested in sleeping with him!" you protest, cheeks burning. In Korean slang, sharing ramen implies spending the night together. You’d rather romantically share ramen like the spaghetti eating scene in “Lady & the Tramp” than fuck him and ruin your friendship.

“Isn’t that what he’s known for? Sleeping with girls, taking sex polaroids, and plastering them on his frat bedroom wall? Taehyung butts in, since he too, knows of Jaebeom’s lifestyle like everyone else on this campus does. You, of course, are aware of it too, which is why you haven’t bothered to try your chance with him.

“Exactly why I’m okay being the nice friend saying hi from across campus when he says hi instead of becoming a faceless polaroid in his room of him giving me backshots.” You cross your arms as you roll your eyes at him.

“Please don’t give me mental images of that.” Yoongi finally speaks up, groaning at your words again. You playfully elbow his side at your remark. He covers his face immediately as he feels himself blushing at these thoughts.

“Well, when you decide to get the balls to do something, I shall be here to give you advice. Just let me know.” Jimin says as he grabs his bag from the couch and heads to class with Taehyung, leaving you with Namjoon and Yoongi.

“Wow, can you believe him? He thinks he can talk big now that he’s dating little Miss Sigma Mu Epsilon’s President Irene.” You let out an annoyed sigh as you take a bite out of the avocado toast Namjoon gave you.

At first you were excited for one of your guy best friends to be in a relationship again after years, but that excitement was short-lived as you noticed Jimins’ absence in the house became more evident. He would either be at his dance club, studying in the library, or spending the rest of his freetime with Irene. Maybe doing all of the above with her.

When you and your best friends were in relationships or flings in the past, they promised that they would never leave or ignore the group to prioritize those other people first. And they were always true to their word.

But as of lately, not anymore. While you once were used to having Jimin at home or at the dorm common area with the guys for Friday Night Game Night, this sight was slowly becoming a memory. It’s hard to admit how these subtle changes of seeing Jimin prefer to do other activities saddens you. You eventually decided to bottle up your feelings of sadness, not wanting them to see, and focus on other things filling up your plate.

Namjoon wasn’t paying attention to what you said as he uncontrollably smiles at his phone with a Kakao talk chat with someone pulled up, making your eyes narrow at him.

“O-Oh, sorry. I was texting Jihyo.” he admits blatantly, before widening his eyes at what he just said. “What did you say?” Namoon glances at you briefly.

“Park Jihyo? Your group project partner slash sex–?” Yoongi narrows his gaze at Namjoon, before he quickly launches to cover Yoongi’s mouth.

What? Is this seriously another sudden revelation incoming this early in the morning? You didn’t think you’d spiral into a pool of further questioning the future of your friendship with your guy best friends. Especially when it comes to Namjoon dating the campus’ kindest angel, Jihyo. Compared to Irene, you don’t have anything snarky to say about Jihyo. You admit she is better in hundreds of different ways than you. You wonder if your friends’ recent dating or fling escapades are a sign of a bigger issue in your friendship with them. You wonder if Yoongi’s also hiding someone away from your sight.

"So you’re also seeing someone?" Your pout is playful, but a hint of disappointment peeks through. "Don't tell me you're bailing on Friday Night Game Nights just like Jimin…"

Namjoon's response carries a weight of hesitation as he takes a thoughtful pause, considering his next words carefully. "Well, kind of…" His words hang in the air for a moment, a sense of complexity in his tone. "It's complicated... and no, I won't be skipping Friday Night Game Night every time like Jimin... except for this week."

The curiosity in your expression is mirrored by Yoongi's raised eyebrow. “What’s the excuse that you so kindly will be telling Yoongi and I?” you ask, the intrigue evident in your voice.

“Well actually, I may need to borrow the house so I was wondering if you guys could have Friday Night Game Night somewhere else.”

“Why should we go somewhere--” As you begin to protest, an epiphany interrupts your words, causing them to taper off. A realization dawns, connecting the dots between Yoongi's earlier comments and the direction this conversation is taking. “Wait what!? KIM NAMJOON YOU-!”

“You’re seriously going to sexile everyone in this house?” Yoongi's words burst forth interrupting yours, his laced with a mixture of genuine surprise and a hint of humor. His widened eyes are concealed behind a hand that covers his mouth, almost as if he's trying to stifle his amusement at the sudden request.

Namjoon lets out a chuckle, his expression playful as he confirms, "Potentially! But I'm not sure yet. I might go back to her place, but I wanted to keep my options open so we could..."

Your voice cuts in before Namjoon can elaborate further, a mix of jest and sincerity in your tone, "Okay, okay, okay, I get it! We'll move game night somewhere else then!" The words rush out of you as you shield yourself from whatever details might follow that your ears weren't prepared for. You shoot Yoongi a look, seeking affirmation. "We’ll figure it out..right, Yoongi?"

Yoongi doesn't miss a beat as he follows up with a response laced with dry humor, “Right. I really don’t want to hear my best friend fucking while I’m trying to relax at the end of a stressful week.”

A blush creeps onto your cheeks, and you playfully reprimand Yoongi, your palm meeting your face in an exaggerated facepalm, "Yoongi, please spare us from any more visual details." Your laughter mingles with a hint of embarrassment, but you quickly regain your composure. "But thank you for letting us know, Namjoon..."

Namjoon's easy smile returns, and he jests, "Have fun without me, though. I know Jin and Jungkook will keep things lively without me or even Jimin there."

Even without any truly scandalous events transpiring, an air of awkwardness hangs over the conversation. The remainder of your breakfast passes in silence, each of you lost in your own thoughts. Eventually, you rise from the table, making your way back to your room to prepare for class, which looms just an hour away.

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By the time you come out of your room again, only Yoongi and Jungkook are in the living room doing last minute assignments. You assume Namjoon already left for class with Hoseok and also figure Seokjin left even before that. He’s the only person in this house taking 8am classes.

This is the norm. On Thursdays, you walk with Yoongi to class, as his class is in the same building as yours. Sometimes, Jungkook joins you guys when he procrastinates the hour before class to finish assignments.

“Are you ready to go? Jungkook’s done now.” Yoongi gets up from the couch already expecting your response to be yes. Jungkook looks up from his textbook to give you a thumbs up.

“Yep, all ready to go.”

The three of you step out onto campus, engaging in conversation that weaves between the events of the week and the anticipation of the impending game night. As you discuss plans, you consider the limited guests—Namjoon engaged with his "complicated" fuck buddy situation, Jimin on his weekend outings with Irene—leaving only you, Yoongi, Jungkook, Hoseok, Jin, and Taehyung for the upcoming Friday Night Game Night. At least you thought it was just the 6 of you.

Jungkook interjects, scratching his head apologetically. "Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention earlier, but Taehyung and I are going out bowling and drinking with the Woogas on Friday..." His voice trails off with a sheepish smile, his plea for forgiveness evident in his gesture. The Woogas were a group of grad students who were close to Taehyung.

Surveying the group left, you pose a question, preempting any plans that would end up getting canceled. "Anybody else have plans?"

Jungkook takes a bit to contemplate, his mutterings finally clarifying the situation. "I remember Jin hyung texting the gc that he has a Kappa Psi Pi chapter till 9:30 tomorrow—pledging's keeping him busy. He might go out with his frat brothers afterward for drinks. Hoseok is out of town tonight for a competitive dance tournament with the uni dance club."

A collective sigh of resignation hangs in the air as you and Yoongi register the inevitability—it's just the two of you for the upcoming Friday night. Your expressions communicate mutual understanding, as if exchanging an unspoken acknowledgment that it won't be just this one time moving forward.

You bid farewell to Jungkook as he heads off to his own class, then turn to Yoongi with a hopeful glint in your eyes, silently urging him to weave his magic and devise a plan to fill the void left by your absent friends.

"Maybe we could hit that popular bar downtown? What's it called...Arena?" Yoongi suggests, a hint of excitement lacing his words.

A shake of your head expresses your skepticism. "On a Friday night? I heard too many weirdos go at that time, Yoongs.”

“Then, why don’t we go house party hopping? We haven’t done that since freshman year.” He smirks, as he adds the nostalgic suggestion.

The words "house party hopping" elicit a mix of memories, both good and not-so-good. It's a ritual familiar to college freshmen to excessively drink and dance at multiple parties in one night, but it gets too difficult to do through the rest of undergrad. You, however, have only done this activity of going to multiple different parties in one night, twice.

The first time, things went smoothly when Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jimin went to five different house parties on the frat house row. The second time was not so smooth. Contrary to popular belief of Beta Tau Sigma, everyone at the house are light-weights when it comes to drinking, with Yoongi, Jungkook and Taehyung probably being the strongest drinkers of the bunch. That night of house party hopping ended with Namjoon and Jimin getting drunk and losing their student access cards at one of the five houses you went to. Because they couldn’t get into their dorm, you and Yoongi had to carry them back to your dorm and have them to stay at the dorm’s study lounge for the night. At some point, you all almost got caught by the dorm RA making their nightly rounds to make sure everything is good. Yoongi quickly excused all of you being cramped in the small room as “studying for an accounting midterm”, to which the RA didn’t question anything further after hearing the words “accounting” and left you alone for the rest of the night.

Based on that experience, you are reluctant to even try doing that again. However this time, it is just going to be you and Yoongi, the most mature ones in the overall friend group. Or at least you like to think so.

"Well, considering how the last time went..." Your voice trails off, your narrowed eyes revealing your internal debate. "I'll think about it more and let you know."

Yoongi nods at your response and you both say goodbye as you part ways to class.

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Entering your finance class, You secure a seat near the door and the front board, a vantage point that lets you observe the classroom's dynamics. Today, however, your routine is disrupted when someone unexpectedly occupies the seat next to you.

As you set up your notebook, your gaze lifts, revealing Jaebeom sitting beside you. A faint flutter tugs at your heart, a pulse of anticipation racing through your veins. A steady stream of thoughts races through your mind, echoing, "This is definitely sus." You've consumed enough romance novels and coming-of-age stories to recognize when circumstances take a pointed turn. You've shared casual conversations and greetings with Jaebeom, but sitting next to each other is unprecedented—there's surely more to it.

A subtle "Ahem" draws your attention, and Jaebeom turns to face you, his eyes meeting yours. "Hey, Y/N… do you mind if I sit here today? I left my glasses behind, and I can't really see from my usual spot."

Your reassurance carries a softness as you reply, "Hi, Jaebeom! Of course, no problem." A smile graces your lips, and he returns it, dispelling the suspicions you had entertained. So you guess there’s no special reason for sitting next to you.

The rest of class goes by smoothly, but you can’t help but to think that Jaebeom has something else to ask you about. The overthinking from your wild imagination is getting to you. As the class concludes, you hurriedly pack your belongings, eager to continue with your day. Yet, before you can make your exit, Jaebeom's voice halts you in your tracks.

"Hey! I've been meaning to ask," his words are loud, receiving attention from your peers, "Do you have any plans for tomorrow? The Gammas are hosting a party, and I was wondering if you'd be interested in coming."

Bingo. This is exactly what you’ve been waiting for. Not an invite to a party per se, BUT now you suddenly have something to do with Yoongi tomorrow night after being ditched by everyone else.

“I’m down to go! I actually changed plans with a few friends so I don’t have anything to do tomorrow night.”

Jaebeom's response brings an even wider smile to your face. “Then I’ll see you there! You can bring a friend with you if you’d like.” And with that, you and Yoongi are definitely booked for tomorrow night.

With those words, your plans for tomorrow night are sealed. The newfound excitement has you beginning to wonder whether it’s actually alright to go considering Yoongi feels indifferent towards Jaebeom. You decide to call him about the plan on your way to the library for your daily fix of iced tea.

Dialing Yoongi's number, you initiate the conversation. "You and me, Gamma Omega Tau house party," you declare, your voice laced with anticipation.

His response holds a curious tone. "...So, I'll take that as a yes to house party hopping."

Chuckling, you clarify, maintaining your stance. "Well, we could do that if you're set on it," You explain, continuing your lowkey refusal to repeat that experience. “...but I actually got personally invited to the GOT party by Jaebeom.”

Yoongi's groan resonates through the line, conveying his reluctance but also a willingness to compromise. "If there's free booze and a chance to catch up with some other friends, then count me in."

“That’s perfect!” Excitement in your voice is clear to Yoongi as you both finalize plans for tomorrow night. Perhaps it’ll end up being a fun night for the both of you compared to what everyone else was doing instead. The upset feeling from all the sudden changes continues to linger in your chest, but you brush it away with the hopes of getting wasted on Friday.

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Friday comes by like a quick breeze. The day passes in a blur of classes, assignments, and hanging out with Yoongi and the rest of your friends. Evening comes around, and you find yourself getting ready for the Gamma Omega Tau party. You choose a cute yet comfortable outfit consisting of a revealing v-bar black tube top and ripped boyfriend jeans, hoping to strike a balance between looking good and feeling at ease. After a bit of makeup and fixing your hair, you are ready to head out.

You walk over to knock on Yoongi’s bedroom door. He opens the door revealing his outfit: a black tank top, acid-washed ripped jeans, and a black leather jacket to top it off. It definitely makes him exude his signature nonchalant charm. As he greets you with a nod, you can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement for the night ahead. You guys look so hot and would definitely make the other guys jealous of your totally awesome alternative Friday night plans if they were here.

The two of you make your way to the party a couple blocks away on frat row, the streets buzzing with energy as students get ready to party for the weekend. The Gamma Omega Tau house is alive with music, laughter, and the glow of colorful lights. You both enter the party, and immediately the atmosphere hits you—a mix of pulsating music, chatter, and the distinct scent of alcohol.

Yoongi heads to the makeshift bar in the kitchen to get drinks, while you decide to explore the party on your own. You bump into a couple of familiar faces from classes, exchanging greetings and catching up briefly. Some of these faces included Hwasa, your only dear female best friend who you haven’t seen much since moving out of your shared dorm freshman year. She is a little busy taking shots with who seems to be your old dorm floor neighbors Soyoon and Jieun. But overall, the night is young, and the anticipation of what it could bring is building up inside you.

A little while later, Yoongi returns with drinks in hand—something colorful and sweet for you, and something stronger for himself. You clink your cups together before taking a sip. The music is loud, and bodies are moving to the rhythm all around you. It was a sight to behold—the carefree spirit of college life on full display.

As the night progresses, you find yourself playing various party games, dancing a little with Hwasa, and meeting new people she introduces you to. Yoongi seems to be enjoying himself from a distance, laughing and chatting with a group of guys from his music class. He occasionally watches you from afar to make sure you don’t get lost or that something even worse doesn’t happen. Frat parties can be dangerous after all. It makes you feel a little happy that he does these little things and shows how much he cares about you. More than you thought before. However, there’s a sudden moment in the lively ambience when you start to feel a pang of loneliness. A sense of being adrift in a sea of unfamiliar faces.

Time seems to slip away as you’re lost in the lights, and before you know it, you are on your third drink. The alcohol is starting to take its effect, making you feel warm and a bit more uninhibited. Maybe this wasn’t the best choice. Maybe partying is not what you needed tonight to get your mind off of things.

And these thoughts are only amplified with the next thing you see. In the corner of the crowded kitchen, you catch Namjoon and Jihyo making out, and your heart races. You suddenly excuse yourself from the group you are chatting with and head towards the front door, seeking some space to clear your head.

However you stop yourself from bursting out of the open door. Instead, you lean against the wall, trying to steady your breathing. The noise and chaos of the party feel overwhelming now rather than numbing your thoughts from earlier. You clutch your cup as you look around, feeling like an outsider in your own surroundings. It’s in this moment of vulnerability that someone bumps into you, spilling their red jungle juice all over your clothes. You look down at your stained jeans emotionless.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" the girl exclaims, looking genuinely apologetic as she hands you some napkins. Your vision is blurring and you can’t tell if you know her or not. Her voice sounds familiar though.

Though, you manage a weak nod letting her know it was fine. It is in that unfortunate moment that you see your crush, JB, appearing out of nowhere walking in your direction. In the several hours you’ve been here this is when he decides to show up?! Your heart continues to race faster as he approaches, his eyes locking onto yours. Not right now, you plead to the gods internally that he isn’t coming towards you. But he does.

"Hey, Y/N, are you okay?" JB asks, his concern evident in his voice as he looks you over.

You feel a lump forming in your throat, not wanting him to see you in this state of vulnerability. Your eyes well up, and you fight to hold back tears. This isn't how you want him to see you, at your lowest point, struggling to keep it together.

Just as you are about to break down, a strong hand gently takes hold of your left arm, pulling you away from JB. You are led into the dimly lit hallway, away from the noise of the party. Not many people looming in this area. The door to the bathroom opens as someone leaves, and the person guides you inside before locking the door behind you.

Your visions starts to focus fully again. And you see…

It’s Yoongi.

His presence is a lifeline you forgot that you needed moments before.

"Y-Yoongi!" The exclamation trembles in the air, a mixture of surprise, relief, and the weight of your unraveling emotions.

In the dimly lit bathroom, you finally let your guard down, the tears streaming down your cheeks. Yoongi is momentarily taken aback by the intensity of your reaction, but swiftly recovers. He extends a napkin from his pocket, offering it as a gesture of support. His features, though, oscillate between concern and puzzlement, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asks softly, his voice a comforting presence in the midst of your turmoil.

You take a shuddering breath, trying to gather your thoughts. The alcohol is making it hard to articulate your feelings, but you manage to explain how seeing Namjoon and Jihyo had triggered a sense of loneliness and panic within you. Jimin dating Irene in what seemed to be a serious relationship also has you spiraling. It all makes you question the stability of your friendships and fear that you are slowly losing the people who once meant the most to you.

Yoongi listens intently, his gaze unwavering as he lets you pour out your feelings. When you are done, he leans against the sink, his expression thoughtful.

"I get it," he says, his voice soft but steady. "Change is hard, and sometimes it feels like everything is slipping away. But you know, life just keeps moving forward, and people change, I guess. But it doesn’t mean Namjoon or Jimin are leaving you behind."

You nod, sniffing as you wipe away your tears. "I know, but... it's just overwhelming seeing everything unfold."

He reaches out and gently tilts your chin up, meeting your gaze with his warm eyes. "You're not alone in this, Y/N. We're here for you, and we're all figuring things out as we go along."

His words strike a chord within you, a sense of comfort washing over you in the midst of your emotional storm. Yoongi's presence feels like an anchor, grounding you when everything feels chaotic.

Then, without warning, he looks at you intensely and asks, “Since we’re having this conversation, I’m questioning whether you like Jimin based on what you just said…"

You blink, caught off guard by the sudden change in topic. "What? No! Jimin's like a brother to me. A reliable brother who understands me pretty well…” You pause a bit and mumble, “Well at least he used to."

He nods, his gaze unrelenting yet thoughtful, as if he's trying to read between the lines of your response. But then he asks another question that left you momentarily speechless.

"What about Namjoon?"

You hesitate, your mind racing. Your feelings for Namjoon have always been a bit more complex, and you aren't sure how to put them into words. Namjoon was your first friend out of the trio of him, Yoongi, and Jimin. He was 7 when he moved in next door from Korea as his dad got a new job working as a Chemical Engineer for an energy company in the US. You got along well with him as kids who both played Pokemon games and he was the only person you could trade with. He’s also the one who gave you his shiny purple Wailmer from his Pokemon Emerald. Eventually as you got older, you both came to enjoy reading books and art history. What does he mean to you?

Before you can muster a response to that, Yoongi suddenly adds another question, his voice gentle yet persistent. “What about me?”

Your gaze flickers to him, and you find yourself locking eyes with him. Then you quickly look away, focusing on the purple lighting in the bathroom.

This questions starts to add new thoughts that you hadn’t really considered due to your worries about Namjoon and Jimin. However now, the intensity of this current moment is almost overwhelming, and you feel a swirling mix of emotions within you. Yoongi's proximity, his unwavering gaze, and the weight of his questions are all converging, pulling you into a realm of introspection and vulnerability.

Yoongi seems to sense your uncertainty, your inner struggle. He steps closer, his presence enveloping you. His gaze remains fixed on yours, his face just inches away from yours. The air between you is charged, heavy with unspoken words and unexplored emotions. "You can tell me," he urges softly, his voice a gentle whisper that brushes against your skin.

As you look into his eyes again, your heart races. The alcohol has lowered your inhibitions, and in this moment, everything feels so intense, so raw. You try to form words, but they fail you. Instead, you let your gaze speak for you, letting your emotions flow through the unspoken connection between you. Suddenly Namjoon and Jimin are blurring away to only afterimages in your current state of mind. All you see in great focus is Yoongi right now.

Without another word, Yoongi closes the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a gentle, tentative kiss. The world around you fades away, and all that matters is the warmth of his touch, the taste of his lips, and the rush of emotions that swirls between you.

The kiss is a silent confession, a release of feelings that have been building up for far too long. When Yoongi finally pulls away, his forehead rests against yours, his breath slightly uneven.

"Y-Yoongi..," you whisper, a mix of surprise and wonder in your voice.

Yoongi chuckles softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "Sometimes, things don't need to be said. They just need to be felt."

As you stand there, locked in each other's gaze, you realize that this unexpected turn of events has brought you closer to Yoongi in ways you didn’t anticipate. It’s a new chapter, a chance to explore something deeper and more meaningful between you.

With a gentle smile, he leans in to kiss you again, and this time, there is no hesitation, no uncertainty—just the promise of a connection that has been there all along, waiting to be acknowledged.

And so, in the dimly colored bathroom of the Gamma Omega Tau house, amid the sounds of distant laughter and music, you and Yoongi quickly unite lips once again.

As the intensity between you and Yoongi grows, the bathroom seems to shrink around you, leaving only the two of you enveloped in a bubble of shared emotion. His lips press against yours with a newfound urgency, a hunger that mirrors the feelings you have both kept hidden for so long. The taste of him is intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and warmth that sends shivers down your spine.

His hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him. The touch of his fingertips against your skin sends a wave of electricity through your body, igniting a fire deep within you. Your own hands instinctively move to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palms.

The kiss deepens, a passionate dance of lips and tongues that leaves no room for doubts or reservations. Yoongi's fingers trail up your back, the sensation making your breath hitch. The world outside that bathroom seems distant, irrelevant, as your focus narrows down to the connection between your bodies and the raw emotion that flows between you.

A soft moan escapes your lips, a sound that seems to fuel the fire burning between you. Yoongi's lips leave yours, trailing a path of heated kisses down your jawline, his warm breath sending shivers across your skin. His hands move to your hips, pulling you against him, and you can feel his own desire pressing against your abdomen.

With a mix of urgency and tenderness, he captures your lips once more, pouring every unspoken word and hidden longing into the kiss. Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging lightly as his lips explore your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears, each touch, each sensation sending ripples of pleasure through your body.

The soft fabric of your clothes seems like an obstacle now, an unnecessary barrier between your skin and his. Yoongi's fingers deftly work at the buttons of your tube top, his touch leaving a trail of fire along your exposed skin. Your breath hitches as his lips find the sensitive curve of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin gently, causing a shiver to course through you.

In a moment of boldness, your hands move to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up to reveal his bare chest. Your fingers trace the contours of his muscles, feeling the rise and fall of his breath beneath your touch. His lips find yours once again, a hungry, fervent kiss that speaks of the intensity of your emotions.

With a skillful touch, Yoongi lifts you up onto the bathroom counter, the cool surface sending a shock through your body. He stands between your legs, his hands moving to cup your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks as he gazes into your eyes.

"I've wanted this for so long," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.

You can only respond with a breathless nod before his lips crash against yours again. Not fully understanding the words that just left his mouth. The kiss deepens, a mixture of passion and tenderness that leaves you dizzy with sensation. His hands explore every curve of your body, memorizing the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips.

Your own hands aren't idle either, roaming his chest and back, reveling in the sensation of his skin against yours. The heat between you was undeniable, a magnetic pull that draws you closer with every passing second. And in that bathroom, amid the swirling emotions and the touch of your lips, you feel an unspoken promise taking root—a promise of something more, something real and beautiful.

The outside world fades into insignificance. The party, the noise, the worries about Namjoon and Jimin and everyone else—all of it melts away, leaving only the two of you and the intensity of this moment. As you hold onto each other, lost in the depths of your feelings, you know that this is a turning point that will permanently alter your friendship with Yoongi.

As the kisses between you and Yoongi continue, the electricity in the air grows stronger, pulling you both further into the depths of your shared desire. Every touch, every caress is a testament to the unspoken connection that has been building between you for so long. It’s as if the universe has finally aligned, allowing you to explore the feelings that have been simmering beneath the surface.

A soft, almost desperate, sound escapes Yoongi's lips as he reluctantly pulls away from the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes, dark and intense, lock onto yours, and you can see the raw emotions swirling within them.

"We should... we should get out of here," he murmurs, his voice rough with a mixture of longing and uncertainty.

You nod in agreement, feeling a rush of excitement and nerves course through you. This is a pivotal moment, a decision that could potentially change the course of your relationship. With a shared understanding, you both turn away from the party scene and make your way through the crowd towards the exit.

The cool night air hits you as you step outside, a welcome contrast to the heated intensity of the party. Yoongi's hand finds yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as you walk side by side down the dimly lit streets. The silence between you is charged with anticipation, every step bringing you closer to a new chapter in your story.

When you finally arrive back at the house, the atmosphere is different—quieter, more intimate. Namjoon didn’t come use the house like he said he would yesterday, you briefly recall. Maybe that’s a good thing. The GOT party is still in full swing, he is there with Jihyo, but you and Yoongi are in your own world here with no one to stop what is happening. The journey up the stairs to your shared house feels like a blur, your heart racing in anticipation of what is to come.

Once inside, you both head straight to your bedroom. The air is thick with tension, the unspoken yet silly question hangs in the air: Is this really happening? As you close the door locking it behind you, the outside world fades away, leaving only the two of you in the cocoon of your own space.

Yoongi turns to you, his gaze searching yours for reassurance. Without a word, you step closer, closing the distance between you. His hands find their way to your waist, pulling you gently against him. The touch of his body against yours sends a shiver of electricity through you, a reminder of the desire that has been building between you.

His lips find yours again, a kiss that holds all the pent-up longing and emotion that have been simmering beneath the surface. The taste of him, the feel of his lips moving against yours, is intoxicating. His hands roam your body with a reverence that sends waves of pleasure coursing through you.

With each kiss, each touch, the world around you fades away, leaving only the intensity of the moment. The bed is just a few steps away, an inviting sanctuary where you could explore the depths of your connection in private. Without breaking the kiss, you take his hand and lead him towards the bed, your heart pounding in anticipation.

As you stand at the edge of the bed, your eyes meet Yoongi's, a silent agreement passing between you. With a mixture of urgency and tenderness, you begin to undress each other, the air heavy with the weight of your shared desire. Yoongi's touch is gentle, his fingers tracing every curve of your body as he reveals the skin beneath your clothes.

Soon, you are both standing before each other, bare and vulnerable, yet completely unburdened by the weight of your emotions. You shyly stare down at Yoongi’s dick, admiring its pink, veiny appearance. It looks very girthy, potentially filling to the core. You're embarrassed to admit you might have imagined Yoongi naked before. When you were a middle schooler curiously imagining bodily differences between you and your male friends. But now seeing his beautiful body before you brings some excitement to your soft skin, some heat rushing through your core and nearly down your thighs, onto the floor. Your mouth suddenly dries and you feel self-conscious that your expression may be as plain and eager as it might be. He clears his throat, but that makes him more embarrassed. You bite your bottom lip, unsure of what to do.

He takes your hand and leads you to the bed. Yoongi's lips find yours once more, a kiss that speaks of promises and possibilities. With a gentle push, he guides you onto the bed, his body following yours as the kiss deepens.

The softness of the sheets beneath you, the heat of Yoongi's body against yours—it is a sensory overload, a symphony of sensations that leaves you breathless. You feel the cold sweat of his skin on yours as your bodies press together. His lips are against your jaw and your hands are exploring his body as much as you can with your legs around his hips. He climbs down to your mound and opens his mouth letting his warm, wet tongue lap over your clit. One of Yoongi's hands finds purchase on your hip to help you move with him while the long fingers of his other hand tease your enterance before pushing inside. His hot breath on your clit and his fingers inside you makes you want to beg for more. But the sensation is so intense it has rendered you speechless, the only noise to leave your mouth is a choked, muffled groan that only urges him further.

His tongue on you feels too good and you can only let him explore. You are enjoying the sensation and the way his fingers play your body like an instrument. You let out a loud gasp when you cum, your whole body arching towards him as pleasure washed over you, your thighs tightening around to his back. You feel your insides clench and throb as your orgasm washed over you in waves.

Yoongi smirks at you for a second as he lifts his head, removing his fingers from inside you. He climbs up your body until he reaches your lips. Your hand wraps around the back of his neck and you kiss him with fervor. You taste yourself in his mouth and it makes you hungry for more. You feel the pressure in your abdomen again, desperate for more. His body is hard, but not to the point of being uncomfortable. It’s a gentle pressure, a delicious tension that makes you want more.

"Y-Yoongi... I need more.." You whimper against his mouth, your tongue running over his bottom lip before you pull away and look into his eyes. "Please, I need more..."

"I've got you, angel." He whispers reassuringly before he moves away briefly to retrieve the condom he keeps handy in his wallet in case he ever needs it. The new nickname catches you off guard as he usually tends to call you Sunshine unless you’re having a serious conversation, like earlier. However you kind of like this name.

He opens the package with his teeth and rolls the rubber on himself. You whimper when you feel the head of his cock press against you. He slowly pushes inside, but it’s enough to make your head spin. His length fills you perfectly and you can feel yourself pulsate around him. He makes his way slowly inside you, pushing deeper until he is completely inside you. He then rests his forehead against yours. You look into each other's eyes and the intensity of his gaze is almost enough to make you cum right then and there.

"You're doing so well for me," He speaks softly, his voice hoarse with arousal. His praises pull a moan from your lips you can't supress.

He slowly pulls out then pushes back in watching as his cock disapears inside you. He pulls out again and does the same thing. His thrusts become faster with each time he pushes back inside. As your moans become louder, his thrusts become more eager. He adjusts himself until he finds a position that has his cock hitting your g-spot with each thrust, your legs lifting over his hips and your hands roaming his body to keep yourself grounded.

Yoongi's leaves small kisses along your neck and down to your breasts as he continues to fuck you. He acts carefully with each action he takes, and makes a point to watch your reaction for the slightest sign of discomfort. He never stops praising you, whispering how good you were for him and how much he loves having you like this, taking all of him. His sultry low voice is making you even more sensitive and it’s a bit overwhelming, but it somehow helps make your depressing thoughts from earlier at the party disappear. With him, you felt safe and cared for.

His hands come to cup your breast and you cry out as your body arches towards him. He keeps one hand cupping your breast and takes your nipple between his fingers and gently pinches it, eliciting a softer whimper from you.

You pull Yoongi against you closing the gap between your bodies, your fingers grip his hair tightly as you cry out, your insides clenching around him. Your back arches off the bed as your orgasm washed over you once again. He fucks you through your orgasm, and when your legs relaxed over his hips, he keeps pushing inside you. The sensation makes you want to cry from overstimulation, but at the same time you beg for more. His cock inside you feels too good, the pleasure is too much. You don't know what to do with your body or if you should be doing something at all. Your hands find their way up his forearms and hold on to them tightly.

"Do it," You whisper intimately. "Cum for me, Yoongi..."

Your words are added motivation for him to do just that. As he moves, his thrusts pushing deeper inside you, a cascade of sensations courses through both your bodies. Your back arches instinctively, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that envelops you. He responds by lowering himself, his forehead meeting yours in an exquisite intimacy that intensifies the connection between you two.

Amidst the whirlwind of ecstasy, a thought flits through your consciousness—a moment of profound gratitude for the intoxicating sound of Yoongi's moans. It's a melody you never envisioned hearing, a symphony of vulnerability and shared pleasure that resonates deep within you. This unexpected harmony adds a new layer to your connection, stoking the flames of desire and amazement that consume every inch of your being. It leaves you feeling content and relaxed.

Yoongi's body shudders against yours, his moans gradually subsiding into contented sighs. With a gentle sigh of satisfaction, he slides his cock out and shifts on the bed, rolling over to lay beside you. Your chests rise and fall in tandem, the rhythm of your breaths slowly synchronizing as you find yourselves tangled in the aftermath of passion.

You both move again, laying side by side. Both of you catch your breath, the world around you receding into a hazy background as your gazes lock. Eyes that have seen each other's vulnerabilities, laughter, and shared moments now reflect a new layer of intimacy that words could never capture.

The lingering cocoons you both in a silence that speaks volumes. It's Yoongi who takes the initiative to pierce through the quiet, his voice carrying a breathless quality that mirrors the aftermath of your passion.

"How are you feeling now?" His words hang in the air, delicate yet heavy with unspoken meaning. His eyes hold a mixture of curiosity and concern, a testament to his attentiveness even in the midst of his own unraveling.

A playful smile tugs at your lips, your voice laced with a hint of mischievousness as you respond to his inquiry. "Never better," you answer, your words bathed in the soft notes of a giggle that dances between you.

His laughter echoes yours, a harmonious symphony of shared joy that envelops the space between you. It's a sound that transcends the physical, a connection that binds you beyond the realm of touch. In his laughter, you sense a quiet affirmation—a declaration that the bond you've nurtured extends beyond the passionate moments, into the realm of comfort, friendship, and a connection that defies categorization.

As the night wears on and the intensity of your connection slowly ebbs away, you find yourselves wrapped in each other's arms, your bodies intertwined in a tender embrace. Yoongi's touch is reassuring, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your skin as you lay together in the quiet darkness.

"I want you to know," Yoongi's voice was soft, his breath tickling your ear, "that no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you. You mean a lot to me, and I don't want you to ever doubt that."

His words warm your heart, a balm to the insecurities that have been lingering in the back of your mind. In his arms, you felt safe, cherished, and valued—emotions that have been elusive for so long.

"I feel the same way," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "You've always been there for me, Yoongi, and I'm grateful for that."

The quiet moment between you is filled with unspoken understanding. It is a pact, a promise to stand by each other's side no matter what challenges lay ahead. In this moment, the weight of your fears seemed to be lifted, replaced by a sense of comfort and reassurance.

But the hours drift by, and as the night grows deeper and the two of you grow more sober, the lingering consequences of your actions begin to cast a shadow over your thoughts. The warmth of Yoongi's embrace can't dispel the nagging worry that what you’ve done could have far-reaching ramifications.

It was the alcohol that further fueled your doubts, the liquid courage dulling your ability to rationalize. In the haze of your tipsy stupor, you begin to wonder if the intensity of the night is a result of the moment, the shared emotions, or simply the effect of alcohol clouding your judgment.

Despite Yoongi's assurances, the fear of what could come next gnaws at you. What if this changes everything? What if it ruins the friendship that has been the foundation of your relationship? The questions spiral in your mind, a whirlwind of doubt and uncertainty that refuses to be silenced.

In an attempt to push those thoughts away, you cuddle closer into Yoongi's chest. It is a fleeting distraction, a way to drown out the voices of doubt that echoed in the back of your mind. The feeling of Yoongi’s warmth becomes a welcome distraction from the complex emotions that threaten to overwhelm you.

A/N: HELLO! Did you like the first chapter?! would it be crazy if i told you I had been planning this fic since 2021 but never got the chance to really delve into it until right now?? Well that's exactly what happened. I'd love to hear your feedback on this fic! pls reblog and like if you enjoyed! I am currently working on chapter 2 and bits of chapter 3, so I hope to get it done by early/mid-September, so please look forward to it!

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sissylittlefeather · 5 months

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How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 3

A/N: Buckle in, folks. Shit's about to get real. Once again, this is the time travel/soulmate AU with Elvis and a fem!reader. Prepare yourselves, friends.

Special thanks to @ccab for always being my beta, to @elvisfatass for always being my support, and this time to @tacozebra051 for encouraging me to post this, even when I almost chickened out.

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Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, ANGST, ANGST, AND MORE ANGST, talk of death, grief, etc. Also kissing, cussing, p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie (I promise this is not a smut fest. I tried to make it very tasteful- the sex has a purpose. You'll see why.). But also so much angst and sadness.

Word count: ~2.7k

You jump up and walk slowly towards the portal, your heart beating wildly in your chest...

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The house is eerily silent and all you can hear is muffled sobs. Thank God you wore a dress that you bought at a vintage shop and not your typical jeans and t-shirt. Although, for the past year, you've been casually wearing clothing from the '50s just in case you stumbled across a portal.

It doesn't take you long to find him. In fact, you damn near trip over him. He's in the same corner of the house you were in, curled up and crying, clutching what looks like a woman's nightgown. Your mind races.

Gladys.

You're exactly 50 years in the past and Gladys Presley died two days ago.

You crouch down and try to approach him slowly. You don't want to scare him. You reach out and gently put a hand on his shoulder. He looks up at you and his mouth drops open.

"Y/n. You're here?"

"I'm here." He grabs you and wraps his arms around your waist, head on your chest as he continues to sob.

"My mother..." He tries to choke out an explanation.

"Shhh, no, I know. You don't have to say it." He cries for a few more minutes and then it dawns on him. He pulls back and his face has changed from abject sorrow to unmitigated rage.

"You know? You knew this was going to happen!" He pushes you away from him.

"Elvis I-"

"You knew and you said NOTHING." Tears start to stream down your face.

"I couldn't say anything. I couldn't tell you."

"BULLSHIT. You could've said something. Anything. So that I could've done something. Or at least spent more time with her. God, how could you?" Your shoulders shake as your tears hit the floor. There's so much venom in his words.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry."

"Just get out."

"Elvis, where am I going to go? The portal is closed. I'm stuck here."

"That's your problem."

"Please." He looks up at you and the depth of his pain is evident on his face. You cup his cheeks in your hands. "I can't change what's in the past. You matter to the world, Elvis. Anything I tell you might ruin that. I know you're in pain right now, but I think you'll understand that when you're not." He nods, so you keep going. "Do you think I wanted to keep this from you? That I wanted to let you hurt like this? Do you know how badly I wanted to save you from this? How hard it was for me to know this was going to happen and be powerless to stop it? I'm here, somehow. This is the best gift I can give you. I'm here to be with you through it. God, I'm so sorry." You press him against your chest again and both of you sob together as you hold him.

You sit like this for a long time, not even noticing exactly how long. Eventually, Elvis falls asleep against you like a spent child and you continue to sit on the floor with him. When one of the maids finds you, she's shocked because she has no idea who you are or how you got there.

"Young lady, who are you?"

"I'm y/n, Elvis's friend from Tupelo." You pray that lie will be enough. Elvis stirs awake when he hears you talking.

"She's my girlfriend. I called her earlier and she came over. Don't worry about it." The maid nods her head skeptically and goes back to doing whatever she was doing. He looks up at you.

"My back is killing me. Come up to my room and we'll get in bed."

"Nobody will ask questions?"

"This is my damn house. They can kiss my ass." As you make your way upstairs with him, your mind wanders back to him referring to you as his girlfriend. If only.

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You wake up together tangled in sheets and each other. He holds you close to him and kisses your forehead.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you yesterday." He whispers.

"No, it's okay. I would be mad too."

"You really can't tell me anything?"

"I really can't. It might jeopardize too many things. And besides, I know that I won't because the future is what it is."

"That makes my head hurt."

"Yeah, it's complicated." You lay in silence for a little while, arms wrapped around each other. Finally, he speaks.

"I am glad you're here. I've missed you a lot over the past year."

"I missed you too. I've been looking for you everywhere, going to places you performed and all kinds of stuff. I can't believe I found you here."

"Well, I live here."

"I know, but I've been here three times in the last year. I never found a portal." You lay there together for a bit not saying anything. Finally, he speaks again.

"I like your dress." He looks over at the black and white polka dotted garment where you laid it over a chair in his room. You're wearing one of his pajama tops now.

"Thanks. I bought it at a vintage shop."

"That's funny." He almost laughs, but then it's like a shadow passes over him. "I'm sorry I can't be like I was."

Your heart breaks because you know he'll never be quite like that again. He's lost his jovial innocence and even when he's happy later on, there'll always be a small piece of him missing.

"It's okay, Elvis. You're allowed to hurt." He rolls away from you and starts to cry again. You pull on his shoulder gently until he rolls back and you hold him again as he sobs. As he does, you run your fingers through his hair and notice how much shorter it is. Then, you remember that he's been drafted and will have to leave soon. What will you do when he goes? Hopefully, you'll find a portal before then.

He cries until he seemingly can't anymore and then he just lays on your chest trying to breathe.

"What should we do today?" You ask, your stomach rumbling.

"Can we just stay here and do this today?"

"You want to stay in bed?"

"Yeah."

"We can do whatever you want. But I'm gonna need some food." He looks up at you and gives you a small smile.

"Come with me." He gets out of bed and wraps you in his robe. Then, he takes you down to the kitchen, where one of the ladies that works there is doing some dishes.

"My girl is hungry. What do we have to eat in this house?"

"Breakfast or lunch?" You look at your watch. It's almost noon. You didn't realize you slept that long.

"Lunch, I guess?" You look up at him and he nods.

"Sandwiches?" You've read about the sandwiches Elvis eats. You're not sure you're ready to go there.

"Yes, but just peanut butter and bananas for me please."

"How did you... you know what kind of sandwiches I eat?" You smile awkwardly and he shakes his head incredulously.

The woman laughs and starts gathering the ingredients for the sandwiches.

You sit at the table talking while you eat and his mood seems to have improved a little bit. He still doesn't smile, though. When you finish, he grabs your hand.

"Better, honey?"

"Much better. Back to bed?"

"Yes please."

The woman who made the sandwiches raises her eyebrows at your suggestion, but Elvis doesn't notice or doesn't care. You make your way back up the stairs together and barely make it into his room before he falls apart again. He sinks to the floor and you hold him and rock him gently.

You manage to get him back into the bed and he settles against you while you stroke his hair and hum lullabies and gospel songs. He spends most of the day like this in your arms crying on and off. Any time you try to move, he pulls you closer and begs you to stay where you are, so you do. Luckily, the other people in the house seem to know how upset he is, so no one disturbs you. Aside from the maids who know you're there, they probably just think he's in his room alone.

When evening comes, he looks up at you from his place on your chest. It's been about an hour since his last crying spell.

"I think I want to take a shower."

"Okay, that's good."

"I have a headache from crying. I think it'll help."

"I'm sure it will."

"Will you come with me?"

"You want me to sit in the bathroom while you shower?" You're willing to do almost anything for him at this point. It kills you to see him in so much pain.

"I want you to get in the shower with me."

"Elvis, I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Please, y/n. I need you. I just don't want to be alone." His eyes well up again, so you agree quickly.

"Okay. Whatever you need. I'm here." He nods and slowly gets out of bed, pulling you with him. You start the water and he just stands there, so you go to him and help him undress. Once he's naked, you take off your own clothes and then get in the shower together.

The water runs down both of you as he wraps himself around you and cries again, big sobs this time.

"God, why?" He groans into your hair.

"Only He knows." You whisper back, praying that's a decent response. It seems to satisfy him a little because he stands up and nods.

"I'm sorry." He looks down at his feet.

"Elvis, please stop apologizing. I am here for anything. I love you." His eyes snap up to yours and he seems to be searching your face. All the pain and all the grief pause for just a moment as he thinks about what you just said.

"You love me?"

"Of course I do. I should've told you before you left last time." He leans down and presses his lips against yours softly.

"I love you too, y/n. Please don't leave me." You wrap your arms around his waist and lay your head on his chest. You can't stay here forever. Or can you?

You feel his body quake as he begins to cry again, so you pull away from him and get a washcloth. Once it's soapy, you gently run it over him, cleansing him in a ritual of service and love. When his body is clean, you get some shampoo and massage it into his hair. He leans back into the water and rinses it out. You notice that he's stopped crying for the moment as he reaches for the shampoo.

"Can I wash your hair?"

"Oh, um, sure, if you want to." He nods and begins to massage shampoo into your hair. Trading places with you under the water, he leans your head back and rinses your hair under the shower head. When you stand back up, he kisses your forehead.

"Thank you. You're a nice distraction." He puts his hand on your neck and runs his thumb over your lips. He seems to notice for the first time that you're naked.

Your body is beautiful and even through his pain he can appreciate it. His hand trails down your chest to your hip.

"We should get out." You realize what's happening and decide it's probably time to put your clothes back on.

"Please, y/n. Let me make love to you."

"Oh, Elvis, I-"

"Please, I just want to feel something." He whispers as he kisses down your neck. He comes back to your mouth and kisses you lovingly, his tongue grazing yours gently. He whispers again.

"Please."

"Okay." You nod. If this is what he needs, you're not going to deny him. And it's not like you don't want it too. He kisses you more deeply and uses both hands to pull your hips into his, pressing his erection into your lower stomach. Bending his knees slightly, he lifts one of your legs and enters you slowly. Once he's fully pushed into you, he groans softly.

The intimacy of this moment, with the water streaming down your body and his connection with you undeniable, washes over him and he loves you completely. When he moves in and out of you, it's not driven by lust, but by a need to feel as close to you as possible. He has wrapped you around him like a much-needed security blanket and every thrust brings you closer together. Everywhere your skin touches is an opportunity for shared pleasure and he needs it so badly.

You whimper softly with the sensation of him pushing inside you so gently. You've never made love like this before and there's a softness to it that fills you with affection for him. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and you pepper him with small kisses on his face.

The weight of your connection is not lost on either of you as you move together. He begins to pump with a little more speed and you know he's approaching the inevitable end. Neither of you wants the moment of closeness to expire, but you know that it must.

When the end does come, he moans softly and tangles his fingers in your hair, kissing you with every ounce of passion in his body. He lowers your leg carefully, pulling out of you gently and pressing his forehead to yours.

"I love you. I love you with all of me." Tears come to both of you, mixing with the water that's still running down your bodies.

"I am yours, Elvis." He kisses you again and pulls you close to him, reaching behind you to turn the water off. You open the shower curtain and step out and he wraps both of you in a large towel. You're so wrapped up in each other that you don't even notice it.

It's not until you almost step through it that you see the portal.

"No!" He says it loudly when he realizes what it is. You turn and grab him tightly.

"I don't wanna go."

"Then don't. Stay here with me forever."

"Elvis, you know I can't." You're both crying frantically now.

"You can't leave me here like this without you."

"I don't have a choice!"

"There's always a choice!"

"No. I know what your future is and it isn't me. It can't be me."

"I can't lose you too." His voice is so thick with emotion as you run into his room and dress quickly. He stands and stares at you, tears streaming down his face. You walk to him and hold his face in your hands.

"You're not losing me. You'll never lose me. I will find you again. Or you find me. We've done it twice now. I believe we can do it again."

"If I find you, I'm not leaving."

"Don't say that."

"Goddammit, y/n, why is this happening to us?!"

"I don't know! But I'm so glad it is." You choke on the last part of the sentence and he holds you so tightly it's almost hard to breathe.

"I love you." He kisses the top of your head.

"I love you too, but I have to go." He releases you and kisses your mouth again.

"I will find you. I promise." You nod and walk away from him towards the bathroom, half hoping that the portal has closed.

But it hasn't. The air is still wavy and the buzzing sound fills the small room. He stands in the doorway naked with the towel wrapped around his waist. You give him one last sad smile and walk through.

He sinks to the floor and weeps. How will he survive this without you?

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You're back in the corner of Graceland where you found the first portal. Your hair is wet and wild and you're crying and a tour guide is shocked to come upon you in such a state. Still, she's found weirder things in the mansion, so she gently escorts you out of the house. When you finally get back to your car, you sit in the driver's seat and cry hysterically. How will you find him again?

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Please come back for Chapter 4!

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andithiel · 1 year

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Let me show you

So yesterday while folding laundry I started thinking about the fuck or die trope and suddenly this scene came to me. It’s 556 words, drarry auror partners, friends to lovers speed run. Beta read by the amazingly sweet and lovely @crazybutgood 💞 Thank you for always being there!

People stop and stare as Draco strides through the corridors of the Ministry, his Auror robes billowing behind him. They whisper to each other once he passes them, but he doesn’t take any notice. He only has one goal.

“Harry!” he cries when he finally barges into his and Harry’s office, slamming the door shut behind him and adding a few privacy spells for good measure.

Harry sits in their visitor’s chair, back hunched, knees drawn up to his chin, hair a tangled mess. When he looks up, Draco’s heart clenches at the sight of his red-rimmed and shiny eyes.

“Oh, great,” Harry says with a grimace. “Who told you?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Draco says, clutching the stitch in his side from his half eaten lunch that he abandoned in the cantine. “Is it true?”

Harry snorts, chewing one of his nails. “That I, against your explicit prohibition, examined the weird phallic we found at the raid yesterday and ended up being cursed by it to die unless you fuck me? Yeah, it’s tr—”

“I’ll do it,” Draco says before Harry’s even finished his sentence.

Harry blinks, his breath stuttering, but then he gives Draco a sad smile. “Of course, you would,” he says, voice soft and almost soothing, as if he’s the one who needs to comfort Draco and not the other way around. “The thing is, though,” he wipes his hand quickly under his eye, gives a short listless laugh, “you have to want it too, or it won’t work.”

The past two years flash before Draco’s eyes: their first animosity when they’d been newly partnered, the first case where Draco saved Harry from an Avada Kedavra, their building camaraderie after that, long nights at stake-outs, passing looks and grimaces across the room at every boring Head Auror meeting. Harry falling asleep over their late night reports, Harry bringing him tea in the morning from the café he passes on his way to work, always perfectly steeped, just the way Draco likes it. Two years of partnership, one and a half years of unlikely friendship, and one year of longing, refraining, wanting.

“Why me?” Draco whispers, his chest tight from the impossible hope slowly but surely unfurling in it.

Harry doesn’t answer, won’t meet Draco’s gaze.

“Why me, Harry?”

Still, there’s no answer from Harry, but his eyes flick to a parchment on their desk where Draco discerns the words ‘the one your heart most desires’.

Draco steps closer, kneels in front of Harry. He’s never been brave, Harry’s the one who holds enough courage for the both of them, but he needs to find it in him now. For Harry. For himself.

“And what if I’ve wanted to for a long time? What if I want it so much it keeps me awake at night, wondering what it would be like to be allowed to—” He stops, unable to finish the sentence. “What if I’ve been wondering what it would be like to fall asleep afterwards with you in my arms? Will it work then?”

Harry lets out a shaky breath, eyes shining with tears but something else as well. Draco takes a leap and leans in so close that their lips are brushing, his heart beating violently in his chest.

“I think it could,” Harry whispers as he pushes impossibly closer. “Let’s try.”

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midgardian-witch · 11 months

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The L-Bomb

Marc Spector is in love with you. Only problem is that you're in a relationship with Steven and Jake, but not with him.

But he's fine being your friend with benefits, he really is. He doesn't long to hold you in his arms and kiss you tenderly. Nope.

(Marc is in love and deals with it by fucking you hard and fast.)

AO3

AN: special thanks to the lovely @my-secret-shame for being my beta reader for this 💙

ships: Marc Spector/Reader

He doesn't deserve you. Steven and Jake deserve you. He had his chance at love and blew it. He's the fuck up. He doesn't deserve to be in love. He doesn't deserve to wake up in your arms, warm and safe, as you nuzzle into his neck still half asleep.

He doesn't deserve any of it. So you can never know that he wants it. That he craves it. That all he truly wants is to kiss you gently, worship your body under his hands and tell you this one simple truth that he had denied the world and himself:

Marc Spector is in love with you.

And you can never know. He's eager to service you physically when needed. Marc has long since abandoned any thought of saving his dignity when you got together with Steven and Jake. It's difficult to keep a distance when he shares the body with your two boyfriends.

He is the interloper, the imposter that is forcing his way into your life.

There have been times before when you didn't notice that it was him with you and not one of your boyfriends. Those early mornings when he'd wake up before you, your arms and legs wrapped around his body, his heart thundering in his chest; unwilling for this moment to end. It feels almost sinful to enjoy these quiet, stolen moments with you.

Just like today.

He can do nothing but stare at you in awe, your body half spread over his and your face hidden in the curve of his neck. One of your hands rests on his chest while the other is pressed to his side. You look so peaceful like this, unaware of the intruder that you are clinging to.

He wants to kiss you but he doesn't dare to while you're unconscious. Even if just a small kiss to the top of your head would be enough to satiate his need.

It's a lie. He will never be able to have enough of you. But maybe if he repeats it often enough it will be one day.

(It won't.)

Every touch feels electric, a soft buzz underneath his skin that leaves him aching. His hand glides over your arm in gentle strokes, careful not to rouse you from your slumber. He could spend eternity like this, just holding you in his arms, feeding on your warmth and breathing in your scent.

You move and his whole body freezes. He always dreads this, the moment you wake up and this whole fantasy of his shatters into a million pieces. Marc feels your breath against his neck, soft puffs of air that make his heart race. One of your legs slides over his, trapping his knee between your plush thighs. You mumble something incoherent against his heated skin as your hips slowly start to move, grinding your clothed sex against him.

Feeling your pussy against his thigh, even with your underwear in the way, makes his eyes roll into the back of his head. His teeth dig into his lower lip, trying and failing to stifle a groan. He tries to whisper your name, to check if you're awake. You don't answer, still fast asleep. Instead he can feel the wetness of your cunt, your slick juices soaking through your underwear.

He's sure you're having a wet dream, unconsciously using him for your pleasure and Marc could do nothing but stay still and ignore the way his body is reacting to your touch. Blood is rushing downwards, his cock swelling with every slide of your perfect pussy against his skin, with every twitch of your fingers against his chest, with every soft moan escaping your lips. He is going to go crazy, if he doesn't already count as crazy. This is torture. It's inhumane. But he doesn't want it to end. He's going to die here, rockhard, with you writhing on top of-

"O-oh fuck," you mumble. He can feel your lashes flutter against his skin as you open your eyes. Your hips keep rolling against his thigh even as you wake up. Marc swallows hard, his body still stiff as a board as he tries to think of how to react.

"F-fuck, sorry," you moan quietly, slowly trying to untangle yourself from him and turn away. As if on autopilot Marc reaches for you, your body freezing in motion as his hand touches your arm.

You look up at him, your pupils blown wide. He doesn't know what he's doing, except that he does , and that may even be worse.

"Let me help you with that," his voice sounds wrecked even to him. He can feel you shudder under his caress as his hand brushes over your arm and stomach before resting between your legs.

You gasp as he pulls your underwear to the side and slides his fingers between your slick folds. Marc suppresses a groan, his cock twitching in his boxers just by feeling how wet you are. His fingers circle your clit lazily and your hips buck towards his touch in response.

"Don't tease me," you whine as your fingers dig into his chest and shoulder, holding on for dear life. Marc knows he shouldn't laugh at your predicament but he can't stop himself from chuckling. He loves seeing you like this, so eager for his touch. He wasn't allowed much; he didn't deserve much. But this? This he could have, this he could give you. And how he loves giving it to you.

"M-Marc."

The way you moan his name might be one of his favorite sounds. It makes him feel wanted, like you could need him just as much as he needs you.

"Yes baby? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you. Do you want my fingers?"

Slowly Marc teases your entrance with his middle finger, his thumb still drawing lazy circles around your clit. He wants to go easy on you, to give you anything you want but he needs to hear you say it. Not just because listening to you tell him the things you want him to do to you gets him going like nothing else. Marc needs to know what he is allowed to do, how far he is allowed to go and what is only reserved for your actual boyfriends he just so happens to share a body with.

"Yes please," you beg, your voice shaking already only from the promise of him fucking you with his fingers, "Please fuck me."

As soon as the words leave your mouth Marc presses his finger into you slowly. Your slick eases him in with no resistance. Whatever you had been dreaming about left you so aroused he could easily slip two fingers in immediately.

For one painful moment the thought of you dreaming about being in bed with Jake or Steven makes his heart clench before he shakes it off in favor of focusing on the way you bend and writhe beneath him, eagerly chasing his touch.

He adds another finger, his thumb still stimulating your sensitive bundle of nerves at the same time. His fingers curl inside of you, seeking that spot that will make you see stars. Marc watches you intently as he fingerfucks you slowly, steadily, while your eyes are screwed shut in pleasure. You look so beautiful like this; he could watch you forever and never tire of the sight.

He knows he hit the spot he was looking for when a startled moan escapes your lips, your hips eagerly grinding against his hand. "There you go. Feels good, doesn't it?" You nod frantically, your eyelids fluttering in a desperate attempt to establish eye contact. As he stills his movements, his fingers remaining inside your wet heat, you finally manage to open your eyes and look at him. You look wrecked, heated skin glistening with sweat, eyes dark with lust. Marc could cum right now just from the sight of you.

"Please," you whimper, your pussy clenching around his thick fingers, "I need more."

"One more? I can give you one more finger, baby," he coos, ready to give you whatever you want. You shake your head in response.

"No, I need-"

You turn your head to the side, hiding your beautiful face from his sight.

"Don't hide from me. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

Marc leans forward, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

"I'll make you feel so good, you just have to use your words," he whispers in your ear, making you shiver. You swallow hard and after a moment of consideration you turn your head back to face him. Marc didn’t move an inch, your faces so close he could feel your shuddering breath against his skin. His gaze drops to your beautiful lips just as your tongue swipes across them. His cock, which he had largely ignored in favor of focusing on your pleasure, gives another interested twitch in his boxers as the image of you with your lips wrapped around his length flashes in his mind.

“Please fuck me, Marc.”

Your voice rips him out of his fantasies. It takes a moment for your words to register in his mind before he grins cheekily as he continues to fuck you slowly with his fingers. “I am. Or is there something else you want?” He asks sincerely, his grin softening into an encouraging smile. Your groan of frustration turns into a drawn-out moan as Marc once again hits your g-spot.

“Your cock- I need your cock, please,” you beg with your hands still clinging to him in an unsuccessful attempt to pull him over you.

Marc groans; hearing you beg makes him feel light-headed, almost drunk but so much better. “You’re so good, telling me what you want,” he praises you while he removes his fingers from your pussy, “I’ll give you my cock, baby. I’ll fuck you just how you like it.”

Marc watches as you quickly wiggle out of your underwear, kicking it gracelessly off of you as it bunches up at your ankles. Like a predator Marc is crawling over you, caging you in under his massive frame as you turn to lay on your back. With your underwear out of the way you’ve decided to help out Marc with his own. He hisses as your fingers brush over his aching cock trapped under the irritating piece of cloth. You hesitate and look at him with worry in your eyes. Carefully Marc gets up on his knees, his strong arms no longer caging you in, and pulls down his boxers just enough to free his thick cock.

He wraps his hand around his length, giving it a few cursory strokes, precum gathering at the slit. “You want this, baby?” he asks as he bends down again, the hand not gripping his cock digging into the mattress next to your head. Marc drags his cock between your folds lazily, his precum mixing with your slick.

You gasp at the feeling, nodding furiously. “Yes! Please fuck me,” you beg and it takes all of his willpower not to immediately bury his cock inside you. With all the restraint he can muster Marc eases himself into you, inch by inch. He's desperately trying to muffle his groan between his clenched teeth as he pushes his cock into your welcoming heat, torturously slow, until he is fully sheathed inside of you.

Marc doesn't move further, making sure you're getting used to his size and girth, taking ragged breaths to calm himself. You writhe underneath him, your hands holding onto his shoulders, fingers digging into his flesh and your face twisted in pleasure. He wants you to grab him harder, to sink your nails into his skin, to leave marks all over him. He wants to look at himself in the mirror and see the evidence of your time together, of the way he can make you feel, the way he can make you lose control.

You tilt your pelvis upwards, urging him to move with a soft grunt. The hand not holding himself steady grabs your hips. He shushes you quietly. "Patience, baby. I'll give you what you need," he chastizes you before he starts thrusting into you languidly. The way your walls grip him tightly, as if your cunt never wants to let him go, makes his eyes roll into the back of his head. He's not going to be able to keep up this slow pace for long, his restraint diminishing with every flutter of your cunt around him.

Marc wants to fuck you just the way you like it, just like you want it, like you've always wanted it with him: hard, fast, taking you to that edge and pushing you over again and again, fucking you through multiple orgasms until you loose your mind with pleasure.

He wants you to want him or at least want what he can do for you, how he can make you feel. Any reason Marc can give you to keep him in your life, that's all that matters. He can't have you but he can't lose you either.

The languid roll of his hips grinds to a halt; in response you let out a displeased whine, your fingers digging almost painfully into his skin, urging him to continue, to go faster, deeper. He hushes you, one of his hands blindly grabbing a pillow while the hand that rests on your hip lifts you up just enough for him to stuff the pillow under you. “Trust me,” he murmurs, his voice rough from trying to hold back his own moans as your elevated hips let him push even deeper into you with ease. “Feels good, yeah?” he asks with a groan when he feels your cunt contract around his cock. Through heavy breathing you give him a short sound of confirmation as you enjoy the way Marc is filling you.

Once his length is buried to the hilt inside of you, Marc continues to slowly fuck you again. With every moan leaving your pretty mouth his thrusts increase in speed until he is pounding into you mercilessly. The way you clench around him with every drag of his cock against your walls makes his head spin. Marc’s usual composure is completely shattered; all he can think of is how desperately he wants to make you come, how badly he wants to make this good for you, to be good for you.

Still not satisfied with your current position, Marc grabs the underside of your knees and pushes your legs up over his shoulders. Gently he pushes your legs back towards your body, almost folding you in half. You gasp as Marc's face hovers over yours, your lips parted slightly just begging to be kissed. His hands grab your thighs tightly as he resumes his brutal pace, his cock driving into your wet heat, aiming for the spot that makes your head spin.

You're so close to him. Marc had never tried this position with you before and now everything feels too intimate. His eyes find yours. Your pupils are blown with lust and all Marc can think about is how beautiful you are, how he wants to stay like this forever, how he desperately wants to kiss you. He wants to bury himself inside of you and never leave. He wants your arms around him, holding him close. He wants to hear you say that he's doing good, that he is good. For you.

Your moans, your hands pawing at his chest, your pussy quivering around him - all of that isn’t enough.

His gaze is unwavering as he pounds his cock into you. Between heavy breaths he asks: "Is this good? Am I-" He stops himself before he continues babbling, embarrassed that he needs this, that he needs you to tell him these things, to take care of him.

He is supposed to take care of you. He is supposed to be the one in control, the one to give you mind-blowing pleasure while your actual boyfriends rest in their part of the headspace.

He can't hold back a whimper when he feels your hands travel upwards and cup his face. You pull him down so all he can see is your gorgeous eyes looking back at him with such warmth it makes his heart ache.

"You're so good for me, Marc. Fucking me so good," you whisper and his breath catches in his throat, "You feel so good inside me, stretching and filling me up like you were made for it."

His head drops to yours, foreheads touching, like he is a puppet and you just cut the strings that held him up. Your praise is making him lose control, his hips snapping against you in a frantic rhythm. "That's it," you coo as your hands let go of his face and grab the hair at the back of his head instead, "Keep going. Make me come on your cock, Marc."

He nods again, unintentionally rubbing his face against yours with the motion. Your mouth is so close to his, he can almost taste you.

"Y-Yes, fuck-" he groans before he takes the plunge and captures your lips with his. You moan into each other's mouth as your lips connect in a heated kiss.

Marc lets go of one of your legs, instead pushing his hands right where you're connected to rub your swollen clit. Your pussy quivers around his cock and he can feel you are slowly reaching your climax. Doubling his efforts he rubs your sensitive nub in rhythm with the thrusts of his cock, your lips still locked in a passionate kiss.

Marc knows he won't be able to hold off his own orgasm much longer, the feeling of you too potent. You pull him in like a siren to his death and he would gladly sink for you. He would do anything for you, because of one simple truth: he loves you.

It echoes like a cacophony in his head, repeating again and again until it's all he can think.

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

When he feels you come undone around his throbbing cock that's when Marc lets himself come too. With a raspy groan he spills his seed deep inside of you.

After he takes a moment to collect himself Marc slips out of you carefully, watching his spend leak out of your cunt. Before he can lean back and climb off of you, you stop him, your hands gripping his neck and pulling him back into another kiss.

This kiss feels different. It's not a passionate slide of lips, a heated clash of tongues. No, this kiss is deliberate and soft. Marc melts against you, eyes slipping shut to just focus on the feeling.

He can feel you smile against his lips before you pull back. Looking at you through hooded eyes he is stunned by how radiant you look even while sweat-soaked with hair clinging to your skin.

"I love you too."

Marc freezes, unsure if he heard you right.

"What?"

You roll your eyes with a grin on your face before you press a short, soft kiss against his lips.

"I love you too, Marc Spector."

I love you.

He said it. He told you right there with your pussy clenched around his cock so tight he could hardly think straight. He didn't mean to. He did realize-

You play with his hair as he comes to terms with what had happened.

"But what about Steven? And Jake?" he asks, his voice so small he can barely recognize himself.

"I love them too," you tell him like it's the easiest thing in the world. And maybe it is for you.

"But I'm-"

"An amazing man. Someone who cares a lot and wants to protect people in need. Someone who is way too hard on himself," you cut him off. With a cheeky grin you add: "And someone who is phenomenal in bed."

He lets out a ragged breath. "And you're sure you're-"

"Yes, I am sure I love you. Now cuddle with me. Someone fucked me so good I don't think I can get up anytime soon."

Marc can't help but laugh at this. The weight on his heart has finally lifted and while he still doesn't quite believe you he nods and proceeds to hold you close in the afterglow of your shared orgasm.

You would talk about this later but for now Marc could rely on one simple truth:

Marc Spector is in love with you. And maybe you're in love with him too.

(You are.)

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choistick · 1 year

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jay - 001

pairing : enhypen's jay x reader genre : fluff, suggestive

summary : not being able to sleep, you sit at the indoor-pool. When Jay joins you, you suggest going swimming. warnings : kissing, swimming, swearing, that's it afaik

wordcount : 1100 A/N : happy (really late) jay day <3 I really had fun writing this! thanks to @/junniieesbby and @/tyunlatte for helping me with the kiss scene and thanks to @/kookthief for beta reading again! I hope you enjoy this fic. feedbacks and Reblogs are appreciated!

You couldn’t sleep. As much as you loved being on vacation with your friends, sharing a room with Karina was torture. You had tried to hide your head under your pillow or to listen to music (which didn’t work, your phone turned off), but your best friend's snoring was impossible to ignore. This is how you found yourself sitting on one of the deckchairs at the indoor-pool, reading “siege and storm”.

“The shadow and bone books, good choice.” you lifted your head and gaped at the boy sitting on the deckchair beside you. When he chuckled, you felt your cheeks heat up and quickly averted your gaze. “I watched the show and Chaer recommended the books.” Jay’s lips curled into a smile. “Chaer has good taste.” nodding softly you bookmarked the page you stopped at and closed the book. “She does. Why are you still awake?” a moment of silence. “I woke up because I had a dry throat. What about you?” you pouted. “Karina snores and my phone has turned off.” his head fell back as he laughed, and you mentally smacked yourself for staring at his Adam's apple. “Disadvantages of a roommate. Jungwon thankfully doesn’t snore.” crossing your arms you scoffed lightly. “Let’s switch. I get Jungwon, you get Karina.”

“Mhm. Deal.” Jay smiled softly at you, his eyes shining. You reciprocated his smile. “Wanna go swimming?” He raised an eyebrow. “It’s 2 in the morning, Y/N.” When you raised an eyebrow as well and shrugged, he couldn't help but laugh again. “Alright, alright. I’m down. Let’s go swimming.” excited you got up and pulled your top over your head, missing the way jay blushed and quickly looked away. You stretched before pulling your shorts down as well, shivering lightly. Now that you were in your underwear only you felt how cold it truly was. Hopefully the water would warm you up again. The black-haired guy was still looking away and you cleared your throat. “I’ll get in the water now. It’s getting a bit cold.” he took a deep breath. “... alright.”

You got into the water, wrapped your arms around yourself. It was cold. Thankfully the water wasn’t that deep, it only reached your ribs. To warm up, you swam around and then leaned against the pool edge, waiting for Jay. Said boy had gotten undressed as well. You had seen him only in his underwear before but still felt yourself getting hot as you looked at him. Slowly he entered the pool, shuddered. (“fucking hell!” “let’s swim a few rounds to get warm.”) After some time, he leaned himself next to you, a smirk making its way on his lips. “What about a swimming contest?” you turned your head to him. “Sure! What will the winner get?” humming, Jay stayed silent for a while. “What do you want when you win?” Now it was your turn to get quiet for a moment as you raked through your brain. “You could cook for me sometimes.” his eyes crinkled when he smiled. “I’d love to!” you booped his nose, chuckling. “What about you, Mister?” Jay hummed. “You’ll see.”

You both got into position, and you prepared yourself. Jay counted down from five and you both started to swim when his countdown ended. You tried your best, even dived under a few times, but your opponent had stamina, reaching the other side first. You finished a few seconds after him and ran a hand through your hair, pouting. “You won.” nodding, Jay shook his head a bit, water droplets flying around. “Guess I did.” a single water drop was on his cheek and you carefully reached out and wiped it away with your thumb. When you wanted to pull your arm away again the boy placed his hand on yours and leaned slightly in. your eyes widened when you realized just how close Jay was. “I’d love to kiss you right now, Y/N.” taking a deep breath, you circled your free arm around his neck. “What’s stopping you?”

Kissing Jay was nothing like you imagined it and everything you ever wished for: it was enthusiastic, full of emotion, and left you absolutely breathless. But above all it was like time stopped. In this very moment, the only thing that mattered was how your mouths fit together perfectly and how chapped but soft his lips were. A thousand butterflies exploded in your stomach and your legs felt like jelly. So, as you leaned even closer, he let out an airy chuckle before placing his hands on your ass, giving it a light tap. “Fuck, Y/N. the things you do to me.”

You got goosebumps at his words and jumped on him, sighing when he got a hold of your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he put his hands on your ass again and sighed as well. His touch set your skin on fire, made you crave more. Both of your arms found their place in his nape now and you deepened the kiss, trying to pull him even closer. Your lips moved in sync as the kiss grew more desperate and intense, like you were each other's oxygen.

You didn’t know how long you spent in the pool, your bodies pressed together. Only after Jay pulled away and rested his forehead against yours was when you slowly started realizing you had kissed Park Jeongseong, the boy you’ve been crushing on for quite some time now. With a small smile you opened your eyes and locked your gaze with Jay’s, his brown orbs pulling you in. “Jay…” his name left your name in a daze and your smile widened when you felt him stroke your sides. “I could kiss you again and again.”

“No one is stopping you.” he winked at you, and you shook your head with a soft giggle, running a hand in his hair to be able to pull him closer. In seconds your lips were back on his and you kissed him like there was no tomorrow. The kiss was different from the last one; sloppier. The butterflies in your stomach were dancing around now, your whole body felt like it was glowing. Kissing Jay truly was everything you ever wished for.

When Jungwon woke up the next morning he wondered why and how you got into Jay’s bed. The older for sure had a lot of explaining to do when he got up. For now, though, seeing as how Jay had his arms wrapped around you and how you cuddled into him, Jungwon decided to leave you two alone.

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reidsaurora · 2 years

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Prompt: Slow kisses with Spencer Reid. I hope you are okay❤️

hi, anon!! i appreciate you being patient with me as i wrote this! this took me way longer than i anticipated and i would like to apologize for that 🫶🏻

"All Over Again" ~ S. Reid

Summary: Just a cute lil blurb about Y/N and Spencer's daughter picking him from the airport after a case.

Pairing: Dad!Spencer Reid x Fem!Mom!Reader

Word Count: 1,129 (so it's long for a blurb, sue me ig)

Content Warning: very mild sexual content (a singular mention of making out) but i think that's it honestly

Genre: Fluff, what else did y'all expect from me 😭✋🏻

Extra Notes: this took way too long to write bc my ADHD was popping out for a couple days days 💀

Based On the Prompt: "Slow kisses with Spencer Reid"

Originally Written: between 09/12/22 and 09/14/22

Beta Read by: @dungeons-are-too-cold (thank you, sweet friend!)

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Y/N was sure her daughter's pupils tripled in size every time they found themselves at the airport.

Despite bringing Emmeline along countless times to pick Spencer up after cases, the three year old always found something new and exciting every time she went.

"Wait for Mama," Y/N laughed as she walked behind Emmeline, who was intently focused on a woman with a pink suitcase.

Emmeline giggled in response, slowing down for Y/N to catch up.

She reached down for her daughter and smiled, placing her on her hip. "You have a little too much energy for it to be 11:00 p.m," she said with a chuckle.

"I'm just excited to see Daddy again," her daughter replied, followed by a smile—the same smile as Spencer.

"Me too, Em," Y/N said, kissing her daughter on the head.

The two continued to make their way to the gate where Spencer would soon be arriving, Emmeline continuing to look around in wonder.

As Y/N sat down at the gate, Emmeline settled her head on her mother's shoulder, letting out a light yawn.

Y/N giggled at her daughter's sleepiness. "I knew that nap in the car wouldn't last you very long," she joked, craning her head to give her daughter a kiss on the cheek.

"Doesn't matter. I'm staying to see Daddy, Uncle Luke, and Aunt Emily," Emmeline replied determinedly.

"What about Aunt Tara, Aunt JJ, and Uncle Dave?" Y/N asked amusedly.

"Them too," she answered, her eyes growing heavy as she followed her sentence up with a yawn.

After a couple minutes, Y/N heard soft snores close to her ear. She rubbed small circles on her daughter's back as the girl's chest rose and fell, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Y/N found her own eyes getting heavy with sleep too, though she forced herself to awake for fear of falling asleep in the busy airport. She found herself so sleepy that she almost didn't notice the, "Flight AA747 from San Francisco arriving at Gate D3," over the loudspeaker.

Sleepily, Y/N stood with her arms wrapped tightly around Emmeline. She felt both relief and excitement bubbling up in her stomach as she awaited the arrival of her husband.

Luke was first off the plane, sluggishly dragging his carry-on suitcase behind him. A few feet behind him was JJ, who was sipping on a coffee and holding her phone to her ear.

Y/N waved in the direction of the two, quickly catching their attention as she walked their way.

"I see someone's doing what I wish I was doing," Luke chuckled, smiling at the sight of Emmeline.

"Yeah, she said she was going to stay up to see you, Spencer, and Emily but I guess her sleep was more important after all," Y/N laughed softly, patting her daughter lightly on the back.

Luke placed his go bag and carry-on down on the ground, holding out his arms. Y/N already knew what he wanted, happily passing a conked out Emmeline to her godfather.

She shuffled about in his arms, still not having woken up. A smile found its way back to Luke's lips as he walked over to a bench, lightly rocking the three-year-old.

Y/N's sleepy eyes lit up as she spotted Spencer, who seemed intently focused on sharing something with Rossi.

"Probably a statistic or a fun fact," Y/N laughed internally.

Spencer's eyes followed suit, lighting up as they made contact with his wife.

Y/N gave him a tight, closed-lip smile as she plodded toward him, her arms flying up to wrap around his shoulders. "Missed you," she mumbled tiredly, her words barely surpassing a whisper.

His arms wrapped tightly around her midsection. "Missed you more," he replied, kissing her head, "Remind me to never go away for two weeks ever again."

"Noted," she laughed as she looked up at him.

Their lips brushed together slowly and softly as the two took each other in. One of her hands glided into Spencer's hair, lightly tugging at his curls as their lips stayed tightly pressed together.

"Mmm," Spencer hummed as he pulled away, earning him a pout from his wife. "I gotta say hey to my other favorite girl too," he chuckled.

"No offense, but I don't really think she's worried about you right now," Y/N giggled, nodding in the direction of Luke, Emmeline, and now Tara.

Spencer watched as his colleagues chatted, Luke's arms wrapped snugly around Emmeline.

"You know, he talks a lot about how he'd love to have kids with Garcia someday," Spencer commented, his hands moving from Y/N's midsection to her waist.

"They'd make great parents," Y/N replied with a smile. "Not to mention, they have you to teach them all the ins and outs of making this work with a daughter at home."

A small smile tugged at the man's lips. "You ever wonder what it would've been like to have a boy?"

"Sometimes," Y/N confirmed, "Why do you ask?"

Spencer hesitated, but eventually answered, "I don't know. I've just been thinking about it a lot—how cute you looked when you were pregnant, how fun Emmy was when she was a baby, that kind of stuff."

"Do you want another baby?" she asked straightforwardly.

Spencer's lips scrunched as he contemplated his answer. "I'm not opposed if you're not opposed."

Her lips found their way to his again, their lips dancing together in some sort of adagio. If they hadn't been faced with the fact that they were standing in a crowded airport, Y/N was sure he would've easily allowed her access to all of his mouth.

Y/N was the first to pull away, staying silent as she leaned her head against Spencer's chest.

After about twenty seconds, he broke the silence. "So… is that a yes?"

She let out a content huff against the material of his sweater. "I'm not opposed if you're not opposed," she copied.

"Well," he started, "I suppose there's only one person's approval left to ask," Spencer stated, looking over to an almost-awake Emmeline.

Spencer pulled away from their hug, making his way over to Emmeline, Luke, and Tara. Y/N's cheeks lit up pink with happiness as she watched her husband reaching out to take hold of his daughter.

"Emmy," Spencer called, shaking her a little bit as he took her from Luke's arms.

Y/N watched as she slowly woke up, her eyes growing wide with delight as she registered who was holding her. "Daddy!" she exclaimed, her voice still groggy.

She observed their interaction, a feeling of love and thankfulness overflowing in her tummy. She couldn't believe she had Spencer as her husband, much less the father of her child, and now… she might even get to do it all over again.

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Organs in the Wash Ch. 4

Miranda Hilmarson x Reader

TW: Mentions of blood, kidnapping, breaking and entering, serial killers, anxiety, trauma

Authors Note: Thank you to my beta baby @booitsrue for looking this over and making it the best it can be <3

You thrashed against your restraints, hoping you could break loose before he returned. His shadow moved about in a nearby room. He had told you he needed to sharpen his knives before he would carve into your flesh. The purpose for making you wait was only to increase your anxiety.

Your folding chair was the lone object in a darkened room. It was challenging to make out your surroundings as your mind was clouded from lack of sleep and blood loss. The left side of your face was soaked with your own blood or at least you thought it was your own blood. You were almost too tired to care about dying anymore.

You heard your own name being called from the next room. Why would your kidnapper be calling for you? Was it just another attempt to taunt you?

You glance up into the doorway and there a shadowy figure stood, cooing your name again and again. He was going to kill you. You struggle against the restraints once more, the rope cutting into your wrists. The knife was dangling from his fingertips. You would end up like those other women, drained of blood, organs removed, and washed clean. The Deseret alphabet carved into your body somewhere. Would Miranda have to see your body? Where was she?

Your name passed through your kidnappers lips again. He was standing directly in front of you now. Stooping low, you could feel his hot breath against your ear, “It’s time…”

His hand reached up to your face, his touch far too gentle. The knife plunged into your middle causing you to cry out. He kept repeating your name, but the voice morphed. It was more familiar, more feminine.

Miranda shook your shoulder once more, attempting to pull you from your slumber. You were thrashing back and forth in your sleep and your groaning notifying her of your nightmare from the kitchen. She gripped your face and repeated your name once more, finally jostling you awake. Blinking rapidly, you take in your surroundings. You were safe in Miranda’s bed with her thumbs rubbing circles into your cheeks, “Are you okay?”

You shake your head, leaning your head in to rest against Miranda’s sternum. After the dream, you needed a moment to take a deep breath and center yourself. None of it was real. You were safe. Miranda moved her hands to your hair, gently raking her nails through your locks over your scalp, repeating the process when she reached the back of your skull. That sensation was exactly what you needed to bring you peace.

“I had lots of nightmares after I was shot… It will get better with time, I promise…” Miranda’s omission left you with many questions, but now didn’t seem like the right time to enquire deeper. Her arms enveloped you into a bone crushing hug, almost squeezing the anxiety from you. You could hear the smile on her face as she spoke, “I made scrambled eggs. I can make orange juice too. I figured we could watch a show, I could do a little work from home, take a little nap later? Does that sound good?”

You pull away from her hug so you can look at her. Miranda sat on her knees before you, hands folded neatly in her lap. Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement as she awaited your response. Never before had you received this sort of treatment from a friend or partner as all Miranda wanted was your time and attention. You hope she knows the adoration you felt for her through your gaze and tone, “I would love nothing more.”

Miranda must have been cooking before she woke you as there was a place set for you at the kitchen table and the scrambled eggs were in the pan, covered and keeping their warmth. You grin at the sight of her wrapped in her black robe. She served you scrambled eggs and toast with a kiss on the head.

You watched her work on her computer as you ate. She was deeply focused on an email from Robin, her hair falling in front of her eyes every few seconds even after she tucked it behind her ears. To say you were smitten with her was putting it lightly. She scowled when she was extremely focused, but even Miranda’s scowl was more endearing than intimidating. You found her aura to be magnetic, and your comfort was paired with an extreme yearning. One to spend time with someone you were already with.

“Oh my god…” Miranda mumbled under her breath. Forensic results were in from the laundromat crime scene and Maya’s body. They had the name of the killer, accompanied by his home address and workplace. Her eyes found yours, not leaving you in suspense any longer, “We have a suspect. I will need to leave you alone for a couple hours while Robin and I drop by his home. Will you be okay?”

You held back the urge to cry. No, you wouldn’t be okay. There was a murderer on the loose, he wanted you dead, and she wanted to leave you alone. Your body betrays you and you nod in response to her question. Miranda was relieved at your response, her shoulders relaxing with a deep exhale.

“The apartment building is filled with people who work for the department. You will be safe while you’re here.” Miranda reassured as she stood from the kitchen table. Before she exited to get dressed, she pressed a kiss to your forehead and teased you, “Now eat your eggs before they get cold. I worked very hard on those.”

While Miranda changed, you ate half of your breakfast and scraped the rest into the garbage bin. You proceeded to wash the dishes in her sink as well as the pan on the stove. You were settled out on the living room couch when Miranda emerged from her room, blue shirt left unbuttoned and belt undone. You hadn’t intended to stare, but the desire to commit the picture to memory was all too strong. Miranda glanced up to you when she began buttoning her shirt, a smirk dancing across her lips, “My eyes are up here.”

Your eyes quickly search for anything else to focus on and you settle for the blank walk by the front door instead. In an attempt to make her forget about your leering, you change the subject, “Maybe when you get back we can watch one of those Star Trek shows you are always talking about?”

“I’d like that very much!.” Miranda chirped, tucking her shirt into her pants and buckling her belt. A knock came at the door and Miranda checked her watch, rolling her eyes when she saw the time. She grabbed her phone, wallet, and keys from the tv stand and rushed over to you, squatting down before you, “I will only be gone for a few hours. The doors will be locked. You can text or call whenever you need me. You are safe here, alright bug?” Her gaze was quizzical, as if she knew leaving you alone wasn’t for the best.

“Okay. I’ll be alright, I promise.” You were lying through your teeth and you knew it. Not even 12 hours ago, a man broke into your home in an attempt to kill you. In what world would you be okay with being alone? You tried your luck at a smile, and earned a kiss to the forehead, Miranda’s hands squeezing your cheeks together before she finally left you sitting on the couch. She gave you a final look as she opened the front door, she was absolutely riddled with guilt, but she had a job to do. Miranda locked the door after herself, leaving you alone.

Now isolated, you felt the panic rising in your chest. If the killer had found you that easily the first time, what was protecting you here if Miranda was gone? You only made it ten minutes sitting on the couch before the noises of the building caused you too much fear. At any moment, someone could come bursting through the front door. To calm your nerves, you retreat back to Miranda’s room, locking her bedroom door behind you.

Now curled up in Miranda’s bed, you pulled her pillow to your face, inhaling her scent and trying to imagine she was really there. You imagined she had her arms around you and your face was buried in the crook of her neck. Miranda would rub your back and tell you everything would be okay. Maybe she would tell you about an episode of Star Trek where a character was in the same situation you are in now. She seemed to have an episode for every situation.

Your mind wandered to the thought of her kissing you again. Perhaps this time in her bed where both of your hands could wander more. Miranda would deepen the kiss and you would pull her hands to your waist, encouraging her to touch you where she pleased. Your kiss had been interrupted so suddenly after your first date. You wanted to experience more of her tongue in your mouth and from what you remember, Miranda was a delightful French kisser.

Miranda’s long fingers may slide back to grip your- A door slammed. You stopped breathing for a moment, listening carefully for what might come next. Was an intruder about to break down the door to Miranda’s bedroom? Has he found you? Would he kill you right there in Miranda’s apartment and leave your body for her to find? Perhaps he would wait for her and kill Miranda before he killed you. Even worse, he would wait for you two to join together, and take Miranda out, before taking his time with you…

You know you need to hide before he can find you. You take Miranda’s pillow and a blanket and retreat to her bathroom, locking the door behind you once more. Wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, you step into the bathtub and lay on the floor, curling up around Miranda’s pillow once more. Face buried in the fabric of the pillow, you listened for the intruder roaming about Miranda’s apartment. How long would it take for him to unlock her bedroom door? Would he break it down? How long would it take for him to get into the bathroom? Not long, you thought. You would be dead soon.

You were completely spiraling and were past the bounds of a mild panic attack. Your chest was heaving and you were tempted to scream and sob, begging for your life. You remained silent, not wanting the intruder to find you quicker than he had to. You realized you left your phone in the kitchen. There was no way to next Miranda you were in danger.

No noises came from her bedroom. He must be toying with you again. You could have sworn you heard someone begin to whistle. The serial killer wanted you filled with pure terror before he murdered you in Miranda’s bathroom. He was going to get his way too. The fear flooded your body and the anxiety that pulsed through you caused more tears to flow from your eyes. Why had you helped Miranda in the first place? You had gone down to do your laundry at such a silly time when you met her. You should have done your laundry the day prior like you originally planned to. How could you be so stupid? Your laziness was now going to lead to your death.

You cried and cried, not hearing a singular sound from the bedroom. He probably wanted to lull you into a sense of false security, pouncing when you were most vulnerable. You waited and waited and waited. Nothing ever came from the other side of the bathroom door.

——-

Miranda wasn’t expecting her bedroom door to be shut when she arrived home. Initially she thought you might have been taking a shower, so she lingered in the kitchen and living room. After not hearing any noises for a while, she knocked and attempted to open the door, only to find it locked. She assumed you must have been a little nervous and locked yourself in, falling asleep as you lay in bed.

Reaching atop of the doorframe, Miranda pulled down the little key to unlock the bedroom door. Once open, she returned the key back to its place and proceeded into her room to find you. Miranda furrowed her brow when you weren’t in her bed. Her pillow and comforter were missing and she assumed they must be with you, wherever you were. She began calling your name, wondering if you were hiding in her closet or under her bed. When she found you in neither spot, she realized you must have been behind the closed door of the bathroom.

Once again, she found the door locked and used the little spare key to unlock it. Her heart shattered when she saw you curled up in her bathtub sleeping. Your face was buried in her pillow when she scooped you up from the bathtub and carried you to her bed. The jostling woke you but her gentle voice made you close your eyes once more, “You have nothing to be scared of, bug. I’m here now.”

She wasn’t about to tell you that they couldn’t find the killer. He was on the run and they had about three different leads of where he could be. Robin had advocated for Miranda to go home and keep an eye on you if he was still out there. His apartment offered up more than enough evidence for a conviction if he were to be found. A third body was waiting in his apartment, organs waiting to be washed in the sink, that damned Deseret alphabet carved into his bedroom wall. Belongings of each of his victims were scattered throughout the small living area, including some trinkets from your own apartment were all found in his possession. Almost like little souvenirs, reminders of that night for him.

She attempted to lay you in her bed, but you wrapped your arms around her neck, not allowing her to pull away from you. Miranda’s hands found yours, forcing your hands from her and a groan to rumble in your throat. Her response was kind but firm, “I need to get changed first and lock up the apartment.”

The crying and anxiety attack had pulled so much energy from you that you only turned away from her, wrapping your arms around her pillow once more. Miranda took her leave and headed to Robin’s apartment to ask her to stay up in Miranda’s living room so she could get some rest. You hadn’t noticed it in her treatment of you, but she hadn’t slept last night or at all today and was now running on fumes. Robin wasn’t keen on saying yes to the request, but when she realized it wasn’t an invitation or excuse to hang out, she couldn’t deny her shock. Miranda was just hoping to sleep in bed with you for a few hours.

Robin wordlessly took a place on Miranda’s couch, leaving the blonde to retreat to her bedroom, closing the door behind herself. You hadn’t fallen back asleep yet, rather you wanted to wait so you could curl up against her.

Miranda pulled off her work clothes, leaving them strewn about a chair. She stripped all the way down to her underwear, not caring if you saw her. She was dead on her feet and wanted to be snoring in bed next to you. Once she pulled on a white sleep shirt, she crawled into bed next to you, not touching you in fear of overstepping her bounds. After all, you were staying in her home, under her protection. She didn’t want you to feel as if you owed her anything.

You sleepily reached out behind yourself and searched for her hand. Once you found it, you gave it a yank and draped it over your waist. If you weren’t so tired, you may have found your actions to be far too forward, but you just wanted her pressed up against you. Miranda wasn’t about to argue with direct orders.

She pulls herself flush against you, her right hand wrapped around your waist, tucked under your left hip. Miranda was dead to the world after she fell asleep. Halfway through your slumber you turned onto your back and sleepy Miranda wasted no time pressing half of her body weight on you with both an arm and a leg draped over you. Her peaceful slumber rubbed off on you, drawing you back into the world of dreamless sleep. You could get used to something like this.

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